Medoc Mountain State Park is nestled away northeast of Raleigh. The park offers camping, canoeing, fishing, and hiking trails with a lovely creek accenting the park, providing a delightful landscape getaway. The Medoc Mountain Trail run is 2 races, a marathon and 10 miler with a 350 person cap. The marathon route consists of 3 figure eight type loops- one part about 6 miles and the other roughly 3 miles. The course has several hills to climb and the trail is fairly wide with some single track. Also, rumors of the Medoc living in the woods provides a bit of adventure for those looking to perhaps catch a glimpse of the legend.
A beautiful fall setting for a trail run or walk, the weather, was in shift from summer warm to fall cool. Earlier in the week was the last of the high 70s bringing a cold rain for a couple of days leading to a fine but dry cool weekend. The weekend forecast kept adjusting as the weekdays progressed- rain 30%, then 20% chance -to simply cloudy.... we all hoped for a decent rain-free race day.
Many folks camped out Friday night at Medoc State Park. The cold night and threat of Medoc, himself, kept me at home tucked away from the elements. Camping is not really my favorite pastime anyway so much respect to those who braved the great outdoors!
The alarm sounded at 4:30am politely informing me to get going for the morning marathon. Within an hour I was out the door and on the way to run the marathon picking up my running buddy, Crystal, on the way.
We arrived at the park a half hour before the start as the rangers directed us toward parking. Fellow ultrarunner Tyler parked beside us and we all rolled slowly out of the cars and together, coffee in tow, we meandered to the picnic shelter to pick up our race numbers and timing chips. Volunteer and photographer Frank was directing us as we approached the shelter with his wide awake smile and camera in hand. We were photographed, documented and warned about the slippery bridges along the course- be careful!
On the way back to the car to prepare for the race, I was happy to see my friend Allison and her family. Her Dad and sister were running the 10 miler and I felt sure they would do well. Allison and her Mom were bundled up and ready to support their runners. They offered gloves, since I didn't realize how cold 44 degrees could be, but I couldn't find them when I walked to the start. I guess part of the run is being prepared :) Many thanks for the offer!
Crystal, Tyler and I were at the start line and were listening to last minute instructions. I didn't really hear a thing as I waved and wished fellow runners a good race. Many familiar faces were there which made me feel right at home. Margo was there only a week after running the Chicago Marathon and looked energetic and strong. She amazes me as she continues her journey to complete marathons in all 50 states! Before we knew it we were off and running over the timing chip mat to officially start our trail trek.
I was not as prepared for this run. I had trained fairly well for Grandfather Mountain Marathon but had slacked off the Medoc training schedule in September. I was curious as to how the run would go for me. Crystal missed a lot of training time for this marathon but she was out to enjoy the park and finish in under 5 hours. She is very strong and determined so I knew she would run better than she predicted. Tyler had taken some time off this summer but still had run Triple Lakes Trail 40 a couple weeks ago. He felt a bit tired but I'm sure he would be fast as usual. We all were running our own races with our own goals. Trail runs tend to be less competitive in my eyes for some reason. Much preferred.
I brought my camera as usual, but was trying to decide if I wanted to carry it along the many miles and loops of the lovely park. I enjoy taking photos while running but it does slow me down. Sometimes it's a good thing and keeps me from starting out too fast and sometimes it really holds me back. I decided that since my hands were so cold, I would not bring it along. I ended up regretting that decision.
The park was beautiful! The first loop was overcast and a bit mysterious. The leaves were changing with some bright red and yellows but the green was still prominently displayed. I kept up with Tyler for a while, we both walked the rocky hills, then I had to slow down and let him go ahead when we reached the first aid station on the ridge; I knew he was much faster than me. Someday, I hoped to keep up with him but didn't think it would be this time.
I was still worried that the pace was too fast as I passed mile marker 5, and asked the gentleman in front of me, who was wearing a GPS watch what our pace was. He remarked that he forgot to change the setting from cycling so he was just out to enjoy running. I liked his theory and decided to try not to look at my watch and simply pay attention to the way I was feeling. We climbed uphill out from the longer loop and moved to the shorter loop. Passing through the aid station, Allison and her Mom were there cheering and taking photos. It was great to see them as they waited for Brien and Patrice to pass through on their last few miles of the 10.
The wonderful volunteers at the aid station were offering water, gatorade and GUs of many flavors. My choice was vanilla and water- a great combo. This part of the trail took us back downhill towards the creek and then a right turn to parallel the watery view. I could see far down the trail and the view was surreal with the quiet sound of the runner ahead of me hushed by the fallen leaves and the subtle lighting of the early morning. I felt like I was running in a 3D photo that was black and white but brushed with fall colors. Wish I had my camera to capture the moment!
A set of stairs brought the trail high on a ridge overlooking the creek. The trail was single track with more attention required for footing instead of the view. After crossing a high bridge, a helpful volunteer warned us of the steep stairs that would take us back down creekside. Steep stairs did not slow the fellow runners in front of me as I stepped carefully- I guess my short stature prevented a speedy decent. A couple more bridges and boardwalks to cross and in the mystery and drunken delight of the colorful surroundings, I thought I saw MEDOC! Maybe it was deja vu or something.
The trail slowly and gently took us uphill towards the bathhouse. A tiny bit of road running we ran around the bath house and returned to the woods slightly interrupting campers for the final hill of the loop. Crossing the open field we finished the first loop and the aid station cheered us onto the next loop. The open field was cold and breezy so I thanked the bundled volunteers for their time as they offered my favorite GU- Espresso Love. Finishing the caffeinated fuel, I ran back into the woods for loop 2.
Familiar territory now, following pie plates with arrows and seeing the same volunteers at the big bridge overlooking the creek, I found myself alone as the 10 milers were most likely almost done with their race and marathoners were spread out along the course. Again, with the rocky pebbly climb, I started walking then running the flatter sections. I met up with Rob from Raleigh. He was wearing a cool Spinal Tap T-shirt and we were discussing past and future races. He was just getting over a cold and was not sure how well he would run, but was running better than me as he did not walk hills! Later, his cold pulled him back a bit, but we appreciated pacing each other for several miles.
I checked my watch at the 13.7 mile mark and my time was 2:02. Could I possibly finish in 4 hours? I usually hit the wall between 16 and 18 and struggle until the end. I felt good now but knew that in the past I have felt fine until 16 or so. I finished the second loop still feeling comfortable with only a couple of moments of fatigue.
Charging into the woods for my final loop, I was quite thankful for the wide slightly downhill path offering a break for tired legs. I reached the big bridge, crossed, and turned left to follow the creek. Again, a deja vu feeling, and then MEDOC appeared briefly and quickly- offering quiet support as I passed by. My confidence grew a bit as I was not too tired to combat the little hills. I did walk the rocky climb again and saw Frank and Tyler ahead of me. I caught them near the top of the hill as Frank pointed out the beauty berry bushes along the side of the trail. They were covered in berries colored dark and rich purple. I had not noticed on previous loops and was thankful to have crossed paths with Frank so I could see them. He wished us well as Tyler and I reached the top of the hill and ran down the fire road to the next aid station. I was surprised to see Tyler at this point since he is soo fast but he said he went out too fast and was pushing his limits.
After leaving the most helpful volunteers at the fire road aid station, I found myself struggling to keep the pace and Tyler was determined to try and keep up with me. We ran the final 5 miles pushing each other as he noted that we needed to maintain a 10 minute pace to reach 4 hours. The last loop section of the course was challenging but not as tough, mentally, as marathons past. I still felt ok and was musing to myself that although I felt like I was running a good strong pace, I had probably slowed down more than I thought. We hit the end of the loop and the final stretch to the finish line. I geared into overdrive and ran as hard as I could. The young volunteers manning the finish line offered bottled water and congratulations as they took our timing chips. I was pleased to be done and felt I performed well. Tyler ran a great race and I was pleased to be able to run with him for several miles. He is a talented runner.
I grabbed my camera to capture some photos before calling it a day. Mark and Darrell finished together as I marveled at the mileage they have acquired over the last few months. I was able to capture the moment they finished. Marianna was 3rd lady finisher. I met her at Capon Valley 50K a couple years ago. She is a fine runner and full of energy. They are all running Ridge to Bridge marathon next weekend. Margo finished strong despite a fall and Crystal was a minute behind her.
Overall, this event was well done. The location, volunteers, everything was great. Food and beverage at the finish and much needed hot showers for the runners. Each finisher received a cool hat for cold days. RD Michael was most positive and appreciative of the opportunity to offer the race. Crystal and I both decided to return next year. Thanks to all for pulling this together!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Half Melt
State Parks are a delight to visit and appreciate. We are fortunate to have Umstead State Park so close to Raleigh along with Falls Lake, Eno River, Jordan Lake, Raven Rock and Medoc Mountain. Each weekend hundreds of runners, bikers, and hikers visit the parks to enjoy the great outdoors.
This weekend, I decided to visit Medoc Mountain State Park. The Medoc Meltdown 50K is a Fat Ass run (that means no fee, you provide your own support) that sounded interesting and a great introduction to the upcoming Medoc Mountain Marathon and 10 miler in October. The park is located near Rocky Mount, NC.
The event hosts were very resourceful and had the planned figure-8 loop route written out and placed in zip lock bags so we could carry with us without the ink smearing. One loop was about 3 miles and the second loop was around 5 miles.
We all gathered at the picnic area preparing food, hydration needs and bug repellent. After signing a waiver and listening to last minute instructions, we were off and running through the first loop immediately feeling the morning humidity and warm temps. The first loop had fairly wide paths and several slippery bridges. A bit hilly with steps along the way as the trail paralleled a creek. The longer half of the figure 8 loop was more of a challenge. Not sure if it was the length or the course that zapped energy, but the biting bug population kept us moving through the woods.
I planned on completing about 20 miles as training required but ended up finishing 16- only 2 of the 4 planned laps- considered a half melt. The first figure 8 lap went well and felt great. Despite the directions a few of us managed to miss a turn and shortened the second loop by about a half mile. We arrived back at the picnic area in "record time" and realized the mistake.
After a 5 minute break and refueling and hydrating, I headed out for the second loop. The 3 miles flew by as I recalled each turn of the course and arrived quickly back at the picnic area. The second half proved to be a wipe out as walking became more inviting although brief since it promoted hungry horseflies to buzz, dive bomb and circle my slow pace. These bugs proved to be great and unyielding coaches to keep me moving.
Arriving once again to the picnic table, hosts Frank and Cameron were encouraging to all of us despite our soaked and weary appearance. They offered Popsicles and cold water as we staggered back to our supplies. They did a great job taking care of us and keeping up with our times. We were even offered a preview of the Medoc Marathon Finish Medal- a handsome medal with the famous Medoc monster profile.
Over the last couple of weeks, my old friend IT band has been quietly aching on long runs and today was no exception. The hip and knee were tight and threatening so after much debate, I decided not to complete the planned 24 miles.
The event was a great experience and I enjoyed the park. I hung out for a while and chatted a bit with several running buddies as they continued their journey. After I left, thunderstorms offered runners more adventure although many forged on and completed their goals.
Many thanks to the park staff for allowing us to run and arrive before the park's official open time and to Frank and Cameron for organizing the run. I had a great time on the half melt and look forward to returning for the Marathon in October!
Bouncing back
Well hello there!
It's been a while since touching base with the rambling blog. Nice to be back after a long hiatus.
After early 2009 proved to be less than inspiring and more like frustrating, I buckled down and decided that training was in order. The Umstead Marathon back in March was the defining moment. 15 second shy of the 15th lady finisher, I had wallowed long enough as the "show up and run" marathoner. With the help of a little structure and consistency, a training schedule was outlined. Grandfather Mountain Marathon was my goal for returning from the "dead."
A few months of speed work and tempo runs paid off. The Grandfather Mountain Marathon goal was 3:45. I missed the goal by 2 minutes but felt great and ran well through the course. Hmm, must be something to the dedication to the training thing.
Not sure the factors for my falter since turning 40, the new perspective of training and now strengthening is the additive needed for smarter running.
It's been a while since touching base with the rambling blog. Nice to be back after a long hiatus.
After early 2009 proved to be less than inspiring and more like frustrating, I buckled down and decided that training was in order. The Umstead Marathon back in March was the defining moment. 15 second shy of the 15th lady finisher, I had wallowed long enough as the "show up and run" marathoner. With the help of a little structure and consistency, a training schedule was outlined. Grandfather Mountain Marathon was my goal for returning from the "dead."
A few months of speed work and tempo runs paid off. The Grandfather Mountain Marathon goal was 3:45. I missed the goal by 2 minutes but felt great and ran well through the course. Hmm, must be something to the dedication to the training thing.
Not sure the factors for my falter since turning 40, the new perspective of training and now strengthening is the additive needed for smarter running.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Coach Bubba 20K & 4 miler 2009
Coach Bubba 20K & 4 miler run
Durham, NC
Started the day this morning late- woke up late and realized I had little diva time to prepare for the morning run. The drive to Durham was an hour and if the run is under a marathon, surprisingly, I really don’t think about it much. Despite all that, I was rushed to meet a few diva demands and arrive 45 minutes early instead of an hour early.
Today, little did I know, was the day for friends to celebrate their first 20K, and place winnings. I was there to enjoy the race and enthusiasm. The Godiva Club holds a great run and it’s a USATF event bringing many fast running folks along with a few ultra friends. The excitement was evident as I thought about the event later on. Sometimes it’s someone else’s turn to win, you know.
I arrived later than planned and picked up my bib number and chip. I saw a few familiar faces and rushed back to the car to warm up. The temps were a balmy 20 something degrees cold to me and I had to decide if all my layers were enough, not enough or too much.
I saw Godiva volunteers Tom and Barbara bundled up and pleasant despite the chilly temps thinking they would be seeing me later with some award. I warned them that this time was not going to happen but I planned on having a great time. My co-worker, Terry was running his 2nd race, a 20K, and I planned on trying to keep up with him and enjoying a good run. I appreciated the volunteers’ enthusiasm despite the cold temps.
I prepared for the run, pinned on my race bib, and headed to the race start. We were at the new Durham Bulls baseball stadium surrounded by the history of the cotton and cigarette industry with their beautifully refurbished factory buildings. I had spent some time in Durham in my impressionable youth and always loved the architecture of the era. Thankful to see Durham’s determination to preserve the history.
None the less, this morning, we were all there to try the 4 mile or 20K. I saw running friend Tom preparing for the 4 miler. A fast marathoner and soon to be Dad again, he seemed comfortable preparing for the event. His wife was not there, that I saw but she is also a great runner and triathlete. Their growing family probably prevented her from joining in to the chilly festivities. It was great seeing him always with his constant positive outlook.
After Tom took off for his race, the 20K racers gathered at the start. I ran into some friends from Fayetteville and also found Terry and several MTC members. Terry met Mark, Darrell, Rosemary and Irene. Irene left an impression on Terry as he knew if he slowed she would give him grief. All but Rosemary had been at Myrtle Beach running and possibly using the Coach Bubba race as a training run. Irene threatened to pinch Terry if he fell behind. I believe that was a motivator for him. Suddenly the chatter had to end as the time to run surprised us.
Terry and I ran for several miles and were able to talk despite the pace and temperatures. He is heavily into hockey. His kids play and he is in a league. His team had a game the next day and I was hoping he wouldn’t be too tired or sore after this but since he was talking with me the majority of the time, I figured he would be ok.
As suspected, my knee issue cropped up at mile 5. I suspect it’s runner’s knee, a new nagging ailment, but despite that, I tried to stay with Terry for as long as I could. We hit the trail and increased our pace as we saw the leaders headed back from the 8 1/2 mile turn around.
I enjoy out and back courses. The Coach Bubba course offered a few loops on the first 6 miles then an out and back; we can see each other and see where we need to return. I enjoyed cheering on the leaders and seeing my friends perform well. Jeff, Mark, Darrell, Laura, Kimberlie and Mike along with Shannon and Anthony, were all moving along nicely as we crossed paths. I hope the uplifting cheers keep them going. Jeff claims he didn’t hear me as I saw him running on the side of the greenway.
As we continued our 8:30 or so pace, we hit the turnaround and I managed to lose Terry. I thought he was doing well but didn’t think about the wall he would hit at 9. I lost him after consuming a breakfast GU. I waited a couple of times along the way to the finish and didn’t see him but then decided to keep going. He ended up finishing under 2 hours and still had energy to take care of the afternoon family obligations. I was happy and thrilled at his performance. I hoped he caught the running bug but couldn’t push that at this point.
At the finish, I saw my young friend Shannon, taking photos as usual. She has run a good race but had a hip issue that was not making her happy. Her time was admirable none the less as she won in her age group along with Anthony placing in his age group. I was able to get to know Shannon and Anthony at Frosty a month ago and found that Anthony blogs as well. Anthony’s blog is here. He is sooo fast.
Awards were uplifting for me, Kimberlie was 2nd female overall, Laura won in her age group with a exceptionally fast time, Rosemary, Shannon, Anthony and Jeff all won in their age groups. I was happy to applaud them and cheer as they picked up their awards from the Godiva crew.
Afterwards, I enjoyed a Mellow Mushroom brunch with Shannon, Anthony and the lovely Godiva member news editor "Bubbles" and met the Godiva crew as they filed in for a well deserved meal. We had a grand time talking about life running and otherwise. The Coach Bubba 20K was a great time to get to know some great folks who put on a great run. They also are behind the scenes for the Umstead Marathon coming in a couple of weeks. I look forward to seeing them again although I know I’ll be struggling to reach the finish.
Durham, NC
Started the day this morning late- woke up late and realized I had little diva time to prepare for the morning run. The drive to Durham was an hour and if the run is under a marathon, surprisingly, I really don’t think about it much. Despite all that, I was rushed to meet a few diva demands and arrive 45 minutes early instead of an hour early.
Today, little did I know, was the day for friends to celebrate their first 20K, and place winnings. I was there to enjoy the race and enthusiasm. The Godiva Club holds a great run and it’s a USATF event bringing many fast running folks along with a few ultra friends. The excitement was evident as I thought about the event later on. Sometimes it’s someone else’s turn to win, you know.
I arrived later than planned and picked up my bib number and chip. I saw a few familiar faces and rushed back to the car to warm up. The temps were a balmy 20 something degrees cold to me and I had to decide if all my layers were enough, not enough or too much.
I saw Godiva volunteers Tom and Barbara bundled up and pleasant despite the chilly temps thinking they would be seeing me later with some award. I warned them that this time was not going to happen but I planned on having a great time. My co-worker, Terry was running his 2nd race, a 20K, and I planned on trying to keep up with him and enjoying a good run. I appreciated the volunteers’ enthusiasm despite the cold temps.
I prepared for the run, pinned on my race bib, and headed to the race start. We were at the new Durham Bulls baseball stadium surrounded by the history of the cotton and cigarette industry with their beautifully refurbished factory buildings. I had spent some time in Durham in my impressionable youth and always loved the architecture of the era. Thankful to see Durham’s determination to preserve the history.
None the less, this morning, we were all there to try the 4 mile or 20K. I saw running friend Tom preparing for the 4 miler. A fast marathoner and soon to be Dad again, he seemed comfortable preparing for the event. His wife was not there, that I saw but she is also a great runner and triathlete. Their growing family probably prevented her from joining in to the chilly festivities. It was great seeing him always with his constant positive outlook.
After Tom took off for his race, the 20K racers gathered at the start. I ran into some friends from Fayetteville and also found Terry and several MTC members. Terry met Mark, Darrell, Rosemary and Irene. Irene left an impression on Terry as he knew if he slowed she would give him grief. All but Rosemary had been at Myrtle Beach running and possibly using the Coach Bubba race as a training run. Irene threatened to pinch Terry if he fell behind. I believe that was a motivator for him. Suddenly the chatter had to end as the time to run surprised us.
Terry and I ran for several miles and were able to talk despite the pace and temperatures. He is heavily into hockey. His kids play and he is in a league. His team had a game the next day and I was hoping he wouldn’t be too tired or sore after this but since he was talking with me the majority of the time, I figured he would be ok.
As suspected, my knee issue cropped up at mile 5. I suspect it’s runner’s knee, a new nagging ailment, but despite that, I tried to stay with Terry for as long as I could. We hit the trail and increased our pace as we saw the leaders headed back from the 8 1/2 mile turn around.
I enjoy out and back courses. The Coach Bubba course offered a few loops on the first 6 miles then an out and back; we can see each other and see where we need to return. I enjoyed cheering on the leaders and seeing my friends perform well. Jeff, Mark, Darrell, Laura, Kimberlie and Mike along with Shannon and Anthony, were all moving along nicely as we crossed paths. I hope the uplifting cheers keep them going. Jeff claims he didn’t hear me as I saw him running on the side of the greenway.
As we continued our 8:30 or so pace, we hit the turnaround and I managed to lose Terry. I thought he was doing well but didn’t think about the wall he would hit at 9. I lost him after consuming a breakfast GU. I waited a couple of times along the way to the finish and didn’t see him but then decided to keep going. He ended up finishing under 2 hours and still had energy to take care of the afternoon family obligations. I was happy and thrilled at his performance. I hoped he caught the running bug but couldn’t push that at this point.
At the finish, I saw my young friend Shannon, taking photos as usual. She has run a good race but had a hip issue that was not making her happy. Her time was admirable none the less as she won in her age group along with Anthony placing in his age group. I was able to get to know Shannon and Anthony at Frosty a month ago and found that Anthony blogs as well. Anthony’s blog is here. He is sooo fast.
Awards were uplifting for me, Kimberlie was 2nd female overall, Laura won in her age group with a exceptionally fast time, Rosemary, Shannon, Anthony and Jeff all won in their age groups. I was happy to applaud them and cheer as they picked up their awards from the Godiva crew.
Afterwards, I enjoyed a Mellow Mushroom brunch with Shannon, Anthony and the lovely Godiva member news editor "Bubbles" and met the Godiva crew as they filed in for a well deserved meal. We had a grand time talking about life running and otherwise. The Coach Bubba 20K was a great time to get to know some great folks who put on a great run. They also are behind the scenes for the Umstead Marathon coming in a couple of weeks. I look forward to seeing them again although I know I’ll be struggling to reach the finish.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Uwharrie Mountain Run 2009
Uwharrie Mountain Run 2009
Thoughts and notes
My promise to Alan- run the 20 miler and stick together- that was the deal we made as we signed up for the 2009 run way back in November. No 40 miler for me this year, something different, something a lot less grueling. Alan had supported me for the Umstead 100 and the Hinson Lake 24 hour run. It was time to return the favor.
The Uwharrie Trail Run is a 40, 20 or 8 mile course that takes place in February on the 20 mile name escapes me trail in the Uwharrie National Forest located near Troy, NC. This run is one of my favorites. Cresting ridges of ancient mountains, watching the sun rise and set, even the full moon has set over our trail line, crossing cold streams and wet & muddy black trails; the time away from civilization with only friendly aid stations greetings along the way, what a way to spend a winter day! The trail is 20 miles long. The 40 milers run to the 20, turn around to return to the start. 8 milers have it easy as they hustle to their finish line and call it a day. The 20 milers have the best vantange with their course, they do not having to turn around and face what they just experienced. 20 miler runners visit 40 milers after 40 milers have turned around to head toward their finish line and 20 milers have a welcoming bus ride after finishing. Race directors, Sally, Kim and Robin have been great directors, mentors and friends the last few years.
This year Sally announced they will end their tour of duty as race directors for the last 7 years. I remember meeting them as I attempted my very first 40 miler years ago. They were helpful despite my lack of knowledge about their race particulars. I didn’t know about drop bags and gave them my big travel bag with my precious glasses, along with- extreme overpacking. That bag ended up going to Raleigh before I finished but Sally delivered it to me at work a few days later despite my mistake for bringing it. We became friends after that. They will be missed as I think about seeing Kim’s face at the 20 mile turn around keeping all of us going with her enthusiastic smile and Sally’s congratulatory energy at the 40 finish after handing over the coveted pottery. I congratulate them on their time, caring for the run and making it so popular and I wish the new brother/sister race directors the best!
The Uwharrie Run brings together a core of people I enjoy seeing every year. I’ve met wonderful runners and volunteers from all over the place. I’ve learned from each person I’ve met and have made lasting running frienships along the way. I look forward to seeing everyone at the pre race dinner and during the trail run. It would be a bonus this year to see the 40 milers on their return. My photobug self was itching to take advantage of the views to come.
So the task at hand is to keep both Alan and I going for a long 20 mile run. Both of us were not really prepared. I had mistakenly thought I had superpowers and ran 2 50ks on consecutive Saturdays and found myself with a knee injury and Alan had been unable to train. We were totally unprepared but both enjoyed the Uwharrie experience despite our self inflicted handicaps.
The 20 milers start an hour after the brave 40 milers. We arrived on a fridged sunny morning after sunrise, not quite knowing how to dress. The temps would rise into the low 70s but the current temp was in the 20s. We managed to shiver and shake as we listened to the final instructions from RD Sally. Surprisingly, fellow Umstead runner, Bill Burns was there with his unbounding energy and I was so glad to see him along with many MTC members. A fun group was ready to run!
Off we went climbing uphill toward the first ridge of the Uwharrie trail We bounded together in a bunch for the first few miles trying not to tumble over rocks and roots. Quickly we started to spread out and Alan and I made our way towards a steady pace. We knew we needed to stay back and hold our excitement for the first few miles. The day would be long and we were trying to conserve energy. The first ridge still holds the best view as we could see the surrounding landscape through the trees. Worth a walk uphill to enjoy, I tried to capture a few photos as we quickly ran over the ridge. I’ll never forget running the 40 miler one year and seeing a huge full moon grace over the trail as we headedup the first ridge. I tried to capture with my disposable camera that year but it did not see what I saw. Breathtaking every time with or without a moon!
Alan and I were doing well and I found myself falling behind to capture photos of the frozen winter landscape. We would catch up at aid stations but both of us knew we were racing against our abilities and didn’t always wait for each other or chat. At one point Alan told me how much time we had before the 8 mile aid station and I hustled ahead to beat the clock. Ended up he was trying to stay ahead of our 8 mile runners. As I had normally run the 40 mile, I had not thought about that aspect of our journey. Share the road with the fast 8 mile runners? Best to stay ahead and out of their way!
We continued our journey not talking much but keeping in touch with each other periodically. He was ahead again as I had to find a quick pit stop but I met some fellow runners who kindly made sure I was ok and checked on their time. They continued ahead and I prepared for the approach of the first few 40 milers. I was determined to photograph them after their first 20 miles.
My first 40 miler encounter was Trey, he was bounding way ahead of the group and looked comfortable. It was easy to take his photo but I did not talk to him much as he was determined to stay on track. He looked comfortable for his speedy pace but I was concerned that the heat of the day would catch up. I think he fared well since he won the 40 miler.
Brad breezed by with his character smirk but I knew he was running well and looked good despite his young son Finn keeping everyone up most of the night. He was bound to keep the pace!
I enjoyed capturing photos of as many 40 miler runners as I could but I kept waiting for our first woman runner. I wasn’t sure where I would meet her but I was anxiously awaiting the appearance. Ended up Grace from Chapel Hill would be leading the ladies with a comfortable smile as we met on a hill. She looked great and not even dazed that she was the leading lady. Now I would wait the next ladies. They would be meeting new challenges as they headed back to their finish.
Alan and I struggled but enjoyed a beautiful day in the woods as we headed to our finish. Dennis Mountain was our biggest uphill challenge. This year I felt the mountain was not so extremely steep as before . I was walking and running slow and felt fine- not pushing the limits and taking photos of my fellow runners. As I climbed the steep incline, I saw the next few ladies battling their way back to the start. They were positive and lovely when we met. Lisa explained that she was training for the Umstead 100 as I asked her if she was going to be at the Gator Trail 50k. I advised her not to run Gator and that I would see her as support on her quest for the 100! She continued down the mountain to the next aid station.
Dennis Mountain is a great spot to chat. I met several good friends that I wanted to catch up - Quatro, Tony and Mark among other fine ultra runners. I lost Alan again as he hurried down the mountain rolling his eyes, I’m sure, as I talked away to my 40 miler friends. I reached the bottom of Dennis Mtn and knew I had about 5 miles to go.
This part of the trail was marshy and sloshy normally, but the recent drought had left most of the trail dry and easier to navigate. I saw my friend Rhonda on the narrow trail and she looked absolutely confident as she finished mile 24. She finished 2 minutes faster than last year and felt pretty good despite the warm temps.
i caught up with Alan after mile 17. Tom passed me and said Alan was talking smack about my slow pace. I couldn’t help but talk with everyone I met and wish them well after taking a photo or 2. I hustled to catch my dear friend. Alan and I finished the last few miles at a furious walking pace as we were tired and ready to be done. We met up with a runner less than a mile away from the finish suffering from leg cramps. We were sure we were the last to finish until we met up with him but he was in pain and did not know how close he was to the finish. We encouraged him after making sure he was ok and then saw Kim’s wonderful smiling face at the finish. Alan took my photo with Kim since it was her last 20 mile finish as RD and we hit the van that would take us to our parking spot.
We met a lovely woman along the ride home who was coming back to running after kids. Her hubby George was on the van as well. She ran well and we discovered that I took her photo as she crossed a creek. Hope she found the photo.....
All in all, it was a pleasure to run with Alan and a pleasure to photograph the run. I appreicate all that Sally, Kim and Robin have done to make the run a success and know that our new RDs will keep up the fine work. Alan and I have to back off our big goals and start over with the basics- we have succombed to the winter blahs and both plan to work our way out.
Here’s a link to the photos of the 40 milers
a link to the web site
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Frosty Fifty 50K 2009
First Ultra for Many at Frosty Fifty 50K
It's that time of year, the new year, to start with the annual Frosty Fifty 50K. After completing the Carrboro 50K a few days before, I headed into this run without a race goal in mind.
I arrived at the start a bit earlier than usual. Seems the commute from Raleigh to Winston-Salem is shorter than remembered. My friend Rhonda and I huddled in her car to stay warm after picking up our shirts and bib numbers. We both had our own goals for the day but our love of trail running brought us to this early 2009 race.
I started photographing the sunrise and the folks walking by to pass the time and enjoyed configuring the new camera. Funny this would end up be a theme for the day. As the sun continued to rise over Salem Lake, the temperature warmed to a balmy 34 degrees. I decided after discussion with a few fellow runners to change to shorts instead of tights for the day’s adventure. A good idea as the day would warm several degrees.
We started our run at the picnic shelter and continued to the beginning of the trail that surrounds the lake. The first mile a slight downhill, is a bonus at the beginning of a long run. I tried to take it easy due to my recent 50K. Here, I ran into a couple from the Raleigh/Cary area, friends, Anthony and Shannon. I knew Shannon from ventures in Umstead but had not met her boyfriend Anthony. I also didn’t realize how speedy they were.
A delightful couple to run with for the first leg of the run. We decided to stick to a 9 minute pace- sounded good to me at the time. Shannon also had her camera and was just as obsessive with documenting the event as I was. I absolutely loved that! Anthony was supportive of her snapping photos, "she does this all the time," he said. She would run ahead, shoot from the ground level, and still continue a strong pace. They were both attempting their first ultra. I was happy to hear this as the Frosty was a fine introduction to ultra running. The course was a dirt trail for several miles, about 7 miles of dirt trail and a little greenway to cover twice. One big hill was the only obstacle- but not overwhelming. Here's the link to Anthony's blog
We reached the small creek on the out and back greenway section of our course and found a surprise. The temperature worked the little creek into an icy ankle deep dip with sheets of sliding ice on both sides. Luckily no one was hurt and our wonderful volunteers coated the area with sand for traction. Slip sliding on our first trip out and back was the result.
By the time we all reached the aid station at the dam for the second time, around mile 10 maybe, I knew I was in for a long day. My legs were tired and slowing and I knew the finish line was far off for me. Anthony and Shannon continued ahead while I stopped to consume a banana and sip on Gatorade.
I met up and ran with Becky for a while. She was also on her first ultra and was influenced to run this length by fellow MTC member Richard Lilly. Her marathon times were impressive considering she had only run 2 marathons! She was due for a great time at Frosty at her current pace. She had overdressed and planned to shed a layer when she returned to the picnic shelter. She was strong despite admitting that she was tired and her pace was strong and constant. I tried to keep up with her for as long as I could. She kept on ahead and listened to her ipod leaving me behind to contemplate my task at hand.
The second Frosty loop was doomed to be slower for me as I found myself slipping behind and losing any steady pace at all. Shannon and Anthony were long gone and I was managing to move - disgrunted-with an ongoing slower foward motion. I saw Rhonda as she headed back to the shelter and she expressed concern for my condition. The lack of training and overdoing it last weekend were taking a grand toll.
After passing the 4 1/2 aid station and dropping my gloves, I met Leah from Charlotte. Her husband had discovered long distance running and she was giving her first ultra a go. She was battling an injury as we talked and ran for a while. We walked the uphills and ran flats and downhills, for quite some time. I started to pick up speed on the greenway but luckily was able to catch a cool photo of her meeting up with her hubby Steve, who was headed back from the greenway out and back. They were adorable and supportive of each other. I snapped their photo for their brief hug and they continued their trek. For a while afterwards, I lost Leah and was hoping her injury was not too serious but she eventually caught me 5 miles from the finish.
We fought our fatigue and pain together, keeping each other motivated for the last few miles. I smiled when Leah asked me to tell her when we crossed the last 1/4 mile so she could hit stride and fly to the finish. This told me she was not trying as hard as she could and she would finish strong. I tried my best to give her advice offering that the last quarter was when we left the trail and had to cross the dirt parking lot, back into Salem Lake park to the shelter. This had to be at least a quarter mile for her. She picked up the pace a bit before then and I was stunned to be left in the muddy ruts behind. I tried a little to keep up but she was determined. I was very impressed with her finish and her hubby and friends cheered her when she crossed the line. Myrtle Beach Marathon- watch out. She was sure to qualify for Boston in a month or so.
I changed into dry clothes and hoped to find some warm soup. My time was so slow compared to last year the soup was cold and almost gone not to mention the flavor was far from my favorite. I chose cold coffee from Krispy Kreme and awaited with Fred to see Rhonda, Marie, Susan and Tom finish. It was great to catch up with Fred after his recent 24 hour New Year’s run in Morganton with fine race directors David and Rhonda Lee.
Shannon and Anthony ended up finishing quite well although I didn’t see them at the finish. Shannon finished 3rd and won the honor of Duchess of the Frost. I hope she continues to speed up and take photos! Shannon's photos
All and all, Frosty was a great opportunity to meet new faces also new to ultra running and see some familiar folks as well. Annette was there running comfortably slower due to her impressive run at the 24 hour race in Morganton. She is such a ray of sunshine and so supportive of all of us no matter how fast or slow. I am encouraged every time I see her at an event. Although my race time was impressively slower than the last two years, I was encouraged to see Shannon, Leah and Rhonda all reach their PR times. This ultra is on the list for for 2010!
My photos are here
It's that time of year, the new year, to start with the annual Frosty Fifty 50K. After completing the Carrboro 50K a few days before, I headed into this run without a race goal in mind.
I arrived at the start a bit earlier than usual. Seems the commute from Raleigh to Winston-Salem is shorter than remembered. My friend Rhonda and I huddled in her car to stay warm after picking up our shirts and bib numbers. We both had our own goals for the day but our love of trail running brought us to this early 2009 race.
I started photographing the sunrise and the folks walking by to pass the time and enjoyed configuring the new camera. Funny this would end up be a theme for the day. As the sun continued to rise over Salem Lake, the temperature warmed to a balmy 34 degrees. I decided after discussion with a few fellow runners to change to shorts instead of tights for the day’s adventure. A good idea as the day would warm several degrees.
We started our run at the picnic shelter and continued to the beginning of the trail that surrounds the lake. The first mile a slight downhill, is a bonus at the beginning of a long run. I tried to take it easy due to my recent 50K. Here, I ran into a couple from the Raleigh/Cary area, friends, Anthony and Shannon. I knew Shannon from ventures in Umstead but had not met her boyfriend Anthony. I also didn’t realize how speedy they were.
A delightful couple to run with for the first leg of the run. We decided to stick to a 9 minute pace- sounded good to me at the time. Shannon also had her camera and was just as obsessive with documenting the event as I was. I absolutely loved that! Anthony was supportive of her snapping photos, "she does this all the time," he said. She would run ahead, shoot from the ground level, and still continue a strong pace. They were both attempting their first ultra. I was happy to hear this as the Frosty was a fine introduction to ultra running. The course was a dirt trail for several miles, about 7 miles of dirt trail and a little greenway to cover twice. One big hill was the only obstacle- but not overwhelming. Here's the link to Anthony's blog
We reached the small creek on the out and back greenway section of our course and found a surprise. The temperature worked the little creek into an icy ankle deep dip with sheets of sliding ice on both sides. Luckily no one was hurt and our wonderful volunteers coated the area with sand for traction. Slip sliding on our first trip out and back was the result.
By the time we all reached the aid station at the dam for the second time, around mile 10 maybe, I knew I was in for a long day. My legs were tired and slowing and I knew the finish line was far off for me. Anthony and Shannon continued ahead while I stopped to consume a banana and sip on Gatorade.
I met up and ran with Becky for a while. She was also on her first ultra and was influenced to run this length by fellow MTC member Richard Lilly. Her marathon times were impressive considering she had only run 2 marathons! She was due for a great time at Frosty at her current pace. She had overdressed and planned to shed a layer when she returned to the picnic shelter. She was strong despite admitting that she was tired and her pace was strong and constant. I tried to keep up with her for as long as I could. She kept on ahead and listened to her ipod leaving me behind to contemplate my task at hand.
The second Frosty loop was doomed to be slower for me as I found myself slipping behind and losing any steady pace at all. Shannon and Anthony were long gone and I was managing to move - disgrunted-with an ongoing slower foward motion. I saw Rhonda as she headed back to the shelter and she expressed concern for my condition. The lack of training and overdoing it last weekend were taking a grand toll.
After passing the 4 1/2 aid station and dropping my gloves, I met Leah from Charlotte. Her husband had discovered long distance running and she was giving her first ultra a go. She was battling an injury as we talked and ran for a while. We walked the uphills and ran flats and downhills, for quite some time. I started to pick up speed on the greenway but luckily was able to catch a cool photo of her meeting up with her hubby Steve, who was headed back from the greenway out and back. They were adorable and supportive of each other. I snapped their photo for their brief hug and they continued their trek. For a while afterwards, I lost Leah and was hoping her injury was not too serious but she eventually caught me 5 miles from the finish.
We fought our fatigue and pain together, keeping each other motivated for the last few miles. I smiled when Leah asked me to tell her when we crossed the last 1/4 mile so she could hit stride and fly to the finish. This told me she was not trying as hard as she could and she would finish strong. I tried my best to give her advice offering that the last quarter was when we left the trail and had to cross the dirt parking lot, back into Salem Lake park to the shelter. This had to be at least a quarter mile for her. She picked up the pace a bit before then and I was stunned to be left in the muddy ruts behind. I tried a little to keep up but she was determined. I was very impressed with her finish and her hubby and friends cheered her when she crossed the line. Myrtle Beach Marathon- watch out. She was sure to qualify for Boston in a month or so.
I changed into dry clothes and hoped to find some warm soup. My time was so slow compared to last year the soup was cold and almost gone not to mention the flavor was far from my favorite. I chose cold coffee from Krispy Kreme and awaited with Fred to see Rhonda, Marie, Susan and Tom finish. It was great to catch up with Fred after his recent 24 hour New Year’s run in Morganton with fine race directors David and Rhonda Lee.
Shannon and Anthony ended up finishing quite well although I didn’t see them at the finish. Shannon finished 3rd and won the honor of Duchess of the Frost. I hope she continues to speed up and take photos! Shannon's photos
All and all, Frosty was a great opportunity to meet new faces also new to ultra running and see some familiar folks as well. Annette was there running comfortably slower due to her impressive run at the 24 hour race in Morganton. She is such a ray of sunshine and so supportive of all of us no matter how fast or slow. I am encouraged every time I see her at an event. Although my race time was impressively slower than the last two years, I was encouraged to see Shannon, Leah and Rhonda all reach their PR times. This ultra is on the list for for 2010!
My photos are here
Carrboro 50K
The morning was interesting. Temperatures at my home were comfortable but cool and the weather was foggy. I loaded the car to head an hour northwest to Carrboro to return after several years away to the Carrboro 50K. Since Scott Brockmeier left to pursue his next big adventure several years ago, I had not made it to the event. This year I wanted to go and hopefully bring Crystal and Lori with me to enjoy the lovely Carolina Woods.
Crystal had called the night before still suffering from the most recent crud that had circulated around. She sounded rough and smartly decided to stay home. Lori didn’t feel ready to run such a distance and wished me the best. I emphasized to both that I did not plan to complete the entire 50k but perhaps 15 to 20 miles. The 25K option was looking like the goal for the day.
As I drove down I40 West, the fog lingered and wrapped around the highway giving little bits of detail on what Exit was ahead. My map indicated that I should take the exit after 15-501 and turn left. First thing I noticed was the frost covering the grass. Amazing that I am only 50 miles from home and the temps changed enough to produce frost. The fog still hung tight to the landscape. I made my way to Sutton School and found smoke indicating the fire pit at the aid station.
Flame had quite the spread of goodies from Luna bars, Hammer gels, M&Ms, potatoes and plenty of water for all the runners. She also had some plastic set out for drop bags. Pretty cool for a Fat Ass run. I went back to the car after signing a waiver and prepared for the day’s event.
Many familiar faces arrived to run, Tyler, Jeff, Tom and Barbara, Mike and Sean were there to run for at least the 25K. Along the way I saw Bea and her running buddy Sheila the dog. Bea brought some tasty banana bread with almonds. Mike brought PB &J.
Flame gave us some instructions on what markers to look for and asked that the folks wanting to complete the entire 50K go first. I held back so they could go first. And then we hit the trails.
At first I was following behind and listening to the excited chatter. After a little while I asked to pass and was able to gain some distance so I wouldn’t feel like I was on anyone’s heels. Then I pulled out the camera. Sometimes my crutch, I love to shoot photos and share the experience through images. Slowly I managed to find myself at the end of the pack. No problem. This run was for fun and to enjoy a day in the woods. I wasn’t planning on the full 50K. This provided me with the ability to see everyone and say hello. I tried to capture as many runners as I could at one point and then capture the beauty of the forest. Here are the photos
Near Bolin Creek I met up with Bea and Sheila. I was a little turned around and waited for them to catch up. We stayed on course and I enjoyed seeing and hearing how Bea and Sheila worked together while running. Sheila ran with me for a bit and then realized she was ahead of Bea and waited. I was most impressed. Back in the day, my dog Dumptruck would of left me in a heartbeat if he saw something cool to smell or chase. Bea and I parted ways after a while and soon enough I found myself back at the aid station.
Ready to try something new, off to North Forest- across the railroad tracks to trails I had never run. The first loop I would recognize some areas of the trail but this would be totally new terrain to explore. Here I met and ran with Randy better known as Yellowdog to the trailheads.
Yellowdog was leading the way and I was following his feet for the first few miles. The soft pine needles provided quiet foot steps and the forest was almost surreal with the lack of noise. I tried to capture the light and bits of fog that still remained with the camera- but didn’t have much luck. Yellowdog and I had a good pace for quite some time. He was only doing one loop and said he was headed to the Little River run next weekend to run. It sounded like fun but I had signed up for Frosty Fifty next weekend so I would miss giving it a try. We stayed together until the last mile or so of the loop. He was very patient with my picture taking- I felt like I was going to be in his way several times so I kept moving. The rolling hills on the second half of the second loop reminded Yellowdog of Uwharrie, I agree.
After finishing the second half of the first lap, I briefly refueled and headed out for another round. This time I found myself walking much more and feeling wiped out. I left my camera at the aid station thinking I would need to concentrate on the task at hand. I was already struggling after 10 miles. I was well hydrated but had run out of fuel. I didn’t eat much or carry water. I planned on refueling a little better when I was back at the aid station but that seemed to be forever. Each part of the figure 8 was taking an hour. I thought I would be 1 1/2 hours but figured the camera was holding me back. The mental struggle of- how can I finish this loop? keep moving! and why am I doing this? were starting to loom in my mind. My back hurt and my legs were tired. I wasn’t breathing too hard but could tell the last 6 months of lazy were catching up. I hit the big uphill after passing Bolin Creek and hear a rustling in the woods. I stopped. 3 does were lunching in the distance and they also froze and checked me out. I tried not to move a muscle as they sized up the situation and then decided there was not a threat. It was delightful to see and I remembered when Anita told me they saw a few deer years ago when they ran. It was around the same area. Gosh I wish I had my camera- but the moment was between me and the deer. I was inspired to continue with a quicker pace.
I finished that loop in an hour. Same as the last loop and I mentioned that it didn’t matter if I had my camera or not. It would be an hour per loop. Resting and refueling for about 15 or 20 minutes- I decided to complete the second loop. The miles were quicker and I felt much better than before. Note to self, refuel and hydrate before bonking. I finished the second lap feeling perky and full of energy. Maybe it was the food?
Hanging at the aid station, Flame was checking to see if I was ok or needed anything. I made sure to snack and decided to bring a water bottle this time. This time? I guess I’ll I run another 5- but then I bet I will try to complete the entire 50K- we shall see. While refueling, local runner, Trey, -finishes the 50K in 4:34- wow! I head out with a little more inspiration.
On the last lap of an event with and out and back or loops, I tend to think to myself- this is the last time passing this point. It’s inspiration to keep going. Funny- I felt pretty good and had a good pace but realized that it was all in my mind. The last lap is slower than the first but it’s not realized. No deer sightings mostly hikers and a few bikers and runners. I felt like I finished the last part of the figure 8 fairly fast. My watch ready an hour. At least I was consistent.
At the aid station, I was concerned that I would cause Flame and others to wait on me and asked about finishing the final loop. “Go ahead,” she said, “there are others out there.” Little did I know how far out I was. My watch read 5:37 hours. It would take me an hour, but off I bounded.
The last lap was not grueling or harsh. I enjoyed walking and running the final part of the figure 8. I took some pain killers to help with aches and pains and felt comfortable pushing myself to the finish. Flame filled my water bottle with some strawberry concoction that would do the trick for the last few miles. My camera was out of battery power and I felt like I missed some beautiful afternoon shots of the trail but I was able to enjoy them none the less.
I finished the final lap in a little over an hour and realized I was the last finisher. Funny- I was ok with that but did feel a little worried that the aid station volunteers had to wait on me. Flame, Barbara and Tom, and Trey, were there cleaning up and were not at all concerned about my final finish.
Thanks so much to Flame and everyone for a great entry into 2009. I had a great time seeing everyone and appreciate all the friendly support along the way.
Wish you all a super running year!
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Re-learn to Ski
Tears of Terror to
Smiles of Skiing
Time to hop back on the horse so to speak, after my last experience skiing. Only 20 years earlier I had tried the sport and disliked the cold wet fast frustrating time. I prefer running as you might of noticed but the time had come to return to the slopes and make peace.
For my husband’s upcoming 40th birthday, he would like to go to Utah to snowboard, I was welcome and encouraged to join in the trip. He knew my feelings about skiing but his desire to try snow boarding has been brewing. Our trip was booked so I decided it was time to try try again before attempting the big hills out west.
Luckily, my home town is home to several ski slopes and my sister, niece and nephew all teach at Appalachian Ski Mountain. I called Sis and asked if I could come up and learn and she enthusiastically encouraged me to take a class and give it a go. We decide on a weekend and I arrive on a forecast of cold temps and a chance of snow.
Admittedly, I was tense and unsure about what I had committed to do. I had tried this before and despite my lack of preparation so many years ago, wearing jeans and no lessons, I thought I was done with the cold snowy steep mountainsides. Sister, niece and I headed to the ski resort bright and early at 8 and prepared for the day. No one was awake, the coffee had not hit the mainline yet. We quietly listened to the satellite radio christmas music as sister drove the back roads to the slope. Maybe I was tired from my 3 hour commute the day before, but when we arrived and when I saw how high and steep the slopes were, I began my spiraling fear. Sis set me up leading the way to boot and ski rentals and helped teach me how they should feel and function. The spiral continued, I became quiet and wanted to hide in a warm hole instead of step out into the snow packed landscape.
All of the staff was very helpful and positive offering advice and already teaching the basics before my class start at 9:30. I listened and tried to remember everything while sipping my coffee and ignoring my rising panic. I headed to the meeting place and prepare for my lesson. It worked out that I was able to take lessons from my niece. She has been skiing for about 9 years and had the patience to work with my nervous inclinations.
She started me with the basics, the classic pizza wedge, and soon has me gliding down a little hill and turning. I was visibly scared, I cried and I looked and felt frightened but her constant encouragement and polite corrections were slowly building my confidence towards the intimidating bunny slope. We both decided after the excruciating first hour to head to the bunny slope. She leads me to the conveyer belt and we ride to the tip top of the little hill. She reassures me and continues to remind me of what she wants to accomplish. Big “S” back and forth down the hill. Her goals for me were to be able to complete the “S “ and stop without panic. She had to go for another lesson but I felt more confident than before. I was able to ski the tiny bunny slope and avoid collision with snow boarders and new skiers.
By 11 lunch was starting to sound like a grand idea and my sister found me after working with ski wii kids all morning. We ate lunch while watching a enthusiastic crowd prepare for the ASU football game. I don’t keep up but apparently, ASU's football team was in a conference and it was some big deal. Whatever ... I thought but it was fun to watch the lunch crowd as they tuned in.
After our lunch, Sister had a few moments to ski with me and encourage me to try the bigger bunny slope,. She gave me the skinny on how the slope was set up and we managed to ski and avoid the downed snow boarders and such. I felt good and was smiling while skiing together. She had to go and teach ski wii kids and left me to continue my learning journey. I had no poles and no partner and to my benefit, I found the solo experience uplifting.
While I was carefully skiing and riding the lift back to the top over and over, I noticed that several Special Olympic team members were training for the day. I rode with Olympic trainee, Brent, from High Point who emphasized how important it was to practice. He was a confident companion on the ski lift and I appreciated his abilities and enthusiasm and was amused by the crowd’s noticeable reluctance to ride with him or his teammates. Another ride on the lift, I rode up with a gentleman who ended up being Brent’s father. It was a heart warming ride with both Dad and son and I enjoyed learning about their dedication to the sport and each other.
As my sister and niece worked on the ski slope I continued my experiences skiing down the hill and riding on the ski lift. I met a couple from Florida. She had never seen snow and he had tried skiing once. Another couple were celebrating their 5 year wedding anniversary. He was from Wilksboro and they had stayed with the folks the night before. Another ride to the top I was with a member of the Ski Patrol who’s daughter attended the same high school as me. He called me old while figuring out when his kids graduated from WHS, but gave me great ski advice before being called to treat an employee with a dislocated shoulder.
The day continued to be positive as I remembered how to ski and was thrilled when we had some light snowfall. The weather was cold and cloudy with snow falling periodically. What a bonus to experience as I learned to ski and enjoyed the silent snow ! The day to learn was accented by the thought of all the people I had met and the experience I gained.
Hopefully I will be able to take another lesson before we head out to Utah for the big hills. My hubby wants to give snow boarding a try and I will give skiing another try. After my recent experience with family and new confidence, I think I will have a great time on the slopes. I looked for a trail to run while in Utah, but perhaps will try another time for an ultra experience.
Smiles of Skiing
Time to hop back on the horse so to speak, after my last experience skiing. Only 20 years earlier I had tried the sport and disliked the cold wet fast frustrating time. I prefer running as you might of noticed but the time had come to return to the slopes and make peace.
For my husband’s upcoming 40th birthday, he would like to go to Utah to snowboard, I was welcome and encouraged to join in the trip. He knew my feelings about skiing but his desire to try snow boarding has been brewing. Our trip was booked so I decided it was time to try try again before attempting the big hills out west.
Luckily, my home town is home to several ski slopes and my sister, niece and nephew all teach at Appalachian Ski Mountain. I called Sis and asked if I could come up and learn and she enthusiastically encouraged me to take a class and give it a go. We decide on a weekend and I arrive on a forecast of cold temps and a chance of snow.
Admittedly, I was tense and unsure about what I had committed to do. I had tried this before and despite my lack of preparation so many years ago, wearing jeans and no lessons, I thought I was done with the cold snowy steep mountainsides. Sister, niece and I headed to the ski resort bright and early at 8 and prepared for the day. No one was awake, the coffee had not hit the mainline yet. We quietly listened to the satellite radio christmas music as sister drove the back roads to the slope. Maybe I was tired from my 3 hour commute the day before, but when we arrived and when I saw how high and steep the slopes were, I began my spiraling fear. Sis set me up leading the way to boot and ski rentals and helped teach me how they should feel and function. The spiral continued, I became quiet and wanted to hide in a warm hole instead of step out into the snow packed landscape.
All of the staff was very helpful and positive offering advice and already teaching the basics before my class start at 9:30. I listened and tried to remember everything while sipping my coffee and ignoring my rising panic. I headed to the meeting place and prepare for my lesson. It worked out that I was able to take lessons from my niece. She has been skiing for about 9 years and had the patience to work with my nervous inclinations.
She started me with the basics, the classic pizza wedge, and soon has me gliding down a little hill and turning. I was visibly scared, I cried and I looked and felt frightened but her constant encouragement and polite corrections were slowly building my confidence towards the intimidating bunny slope. We both decided after the excruciating first hour to head to the bunny slope. She leads me to the conveyer belt and we ride to the tip top of the little hill. She reassures me and continues to remind me of what she wants to accomplish. Big “S” back and forth down the hill. Her goals for me were to be able to complete the “S “ and stop without panic. She had to go for another lesson but I felt more confident than before. I was able to ski the tiny bunny slope and avoid collision with snow boarders and new skiers.
By 11 lunch was starting to sound like a grand idea and my sister found me after working with ski wii kids all morning. We ate lunch while watching a enthusiastic crowd prepare for the ASU football game. I don’t keep up but apparently, ASU's football team was in a conference and it was some big deal. Whatever ... I thought but it was fun to watch the lunch crowd as they tuned in.
After our lunch, Sister had a few moments to ski with me and encourage me to try the bigger bunny slope,. She gave me the skinny on how the slope was set up and we managed to ski and avoid the downed snow boarders and such. I felt good and was smiling while skiing together. She had to go and teach ski wii kids and left me to continue my learning journey. I had no poles and no partner and to my benefit, I found the solo experience uplifting.
While I was carefully skiing and riding the lift back to the top over and over, I noticed that several Special Olympic team members were training for the day. I rode with Olympic trainee, Brent, from High Point who emphasized how important it was to practice. He was a confident companion on the ski lift and I appreciated his abilities and enthusiasm and was amused by the crowd’s noticeable reluctance to ride with him or his teammates. Another ride on the lift, I rode up with a gentleman who ended up being Brent’s father. It was a heart warming ride with both Dad and son and I enjoyed learning about their dedication to the sport and each other.
As my sister and niece worked on the ski slope I continued my experiences skiing down the hill and riding on the ski lift. I met a couple from Florida. She had never seen snow and he had tried skiing once. Another couple were celebrating their 5 year wedding anniversary. He was from Wilksboro and they had stayed with the folks the night before. Another ride to the top I was with a member of the Ski Patrol who’s daughter attended the same high school as me. He called me old while figuring out when his kids graduated from WHS, but gave me great ski advice before being called to treat an employee with a dislocated shoulder.
The day continued to be positive as I remembered how to ski and was thrilled when we had some light snowfall. The weather was cold and cloudy with snow falling periodically. What a bonus to experience as I learned to ski and enjoyed the silent snow ! The day to learn was accented by the thought of all the people I had met and the experience I gained.
Hopefully I will be able to take another lesson before we head out to Utah for the big hills. My hubby wants to give snow boarding a try and I will give skiing another try. After my recent experience with family and new confidence, I think I will have a great time on the slopes. I looked for a trail to run while in Utah, but perhaps will try another time for an ultra experience.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Hinson Lake 24 Hour Run
Along with the fact that Tom Gabell’s 24 hour run would be on my birthday weekend, a couple of good friends would also be at this event on their debut for their first official ultra runs. Alan, who ran/ walked 37 miles with me at the Umstead 100 miler and Lori who was ready to give the ultra the 31 mile try.
My husband wanted to make sure I had a place to stay before hand and reserved a room at the Holiday Inn. It was a good quiet and well rested experience and I plan on staying next year. I arrived bright and early at Hinson Lake and walked to the park building. Running buddies, Marie and Tom were setting up a spot on the water side in preparation of the event. Tom was support and Marie was attempting as many miles as she could go in 24 hours. This would be a perfect spot. Good friends and fellow MTC members dotted the lake area. I picked up my number and went back to the car. Tom helped me bring all my gear to the campsite.
Alan and Lori arrived. Lori was brilliant and brought an air bed to relax between laps or afterward. We all had camp chairs and coolers and after checking in, we headed to the start to hear Tom’s instructions. Tom mentioned during his talk about Doug Dawkins, aka Boogieman who has been trekking across the USA since July 15th. He asked for contributions to help on Doug’s journey. It was late September and I think Doug was in the Mid west at the time. I wish he could of been with us at Hinson Lake but I knew this was something very important to him so we would think of him while we lapped around the lake.
Tom sent us off and running and we took off for many laps and familiar scenes to come. Along the way I visited with old friends and made new friends. I photographed the event as the miles moved along. I felt like I was on a social run. Grant and his lovely wife Donna were there from Lake Waccamaw. Grant was wearing bib number 40; my upcoming age. Scott and Liz were serious and packing on the miles with much consideration to time and energy. Brad and Andrea were there with their son Finn along with extended family. David Lee made an appearance from Morganton. It was like a big gathering of some of my favorite people. I felt like I was part of a big celebration.
While we were out and running, PR Baxley, better known as Rosemary, told me she had a surprise at the aid station. I think I passed by 3 times before finally checking it out and almost in tears found her famous carrot cake with birthday wishes. I shared with all that passed by and was overwhelmed by her thoughts. Her husband informed me that it was THE BEST carrot cake I would have. Boy howdy it was delicious!!!
My Virginia buddy, Quatro was also there running laps and we caught up around one of the muddier parts of our loop. I was taking photos and he insisted on taking my photo. I suffered through that and we finished our lap only to find our photo was taken by the local paper. Seems they caught wind of my celebration birthday run and wanted to chat a bit about it. There- I have my 15 minutes~
Later on in the day, I finally saw another surprise that I had been waiting for for many miles. My husband Tim made an appearance and I was finally able to introduce him to everyone. Tim is not a runner and has been supportive of my running habit although he does not go to events. Tim hung out while I ran laps and visited with Quatro, Tom, Alan, and Lori. He was a trooper. He offered to pick up some dinner for me an thus went to satisfy my ultra craving for a Burger King veggie burger after I finished 31 or so miles. He dropped off dinner and headed home.
In the meanwhile, Lori had completed her 31 miles and so had Alan. They were pleased and tired. Lori relaxed on the air bed and encouraged or perhaps teased runners who did not stop to relax. Lori left her air bed of luxury for us to use for the remainder of the night before she headed back home.
Overall, the miles were kind and I had no trouble with my daytime laps. After wolfing down dinner was when the trouble started. My body was not ready to digest and rejected the tasty Burger King meal. I managed to toss up the burger in the parking lot when I finally decided to nap a bit. Ah, why change tradition? this had been a trademark lately at ultra runs this year- a toss up celebration!
Finally after a rough half hour of unrest I was able to sleep for a while until 11:30. My goal was to run into my 40th year and the time was now. I was awake and kinda rested, chaffed and ready to run. Alan was reluctant but willing to run with me as I was ringing in my new decade.
As usual, I had my camera, in the dark and tried to photograph the night lap. The muddy part of our loop was super soupy and I tried to capture it on camera. Really, walking or running through it was enough. My aunt sent me a lea with a monkey on it stating to go wild at 40 and I placed it around my neck and did a self portrait at midnight.
Overall, I ran about 43 miles, or 28 laps, and had a wonderful time. The lake laps were about a mile and a half and I really didn’t feel the pain and fatigue of the usual ultras. Thanks to all for being a part of the run and hope everyone had a good run!
Here are the photos from Hinson Lake
My husband wanted to make sure I had a place to stay before hand and reserved a room at the Holiday Inn. It was a good quiet and well rested experience and I plan on staying next year. I arrived bright and early at Hinson Lake and walked to the park building. Running buddies, Marie and Tom were setting up a spot on the water side in preparation of the event. Tom was support and Marie was attempting as many miles as she could go in 24 hours. This would be a perfect spot. Good friends and fellow MTC members dotted the lake area. I picked up my number and went back to the car. Tom helped me bring all my gear to the campsite.
Alan and Lori arrived. Lori was brilliant and brought an air bed to relax between laps or afterward. We all had camp chairs and coolers and after checking in, we headed to the start to hear Tom’s instructions. Tom mentioned during his talk about Doug Dawkins, aka Boogieman who has been trekking across the USA since July 15th. He asked for contributions to help on Doug’s journey. It was late September and I think Doug was in the Mid west at the time. I wish he could of been with us at Hinson Lake but I knew this was something very important to him so we would think of him while we lapped around the lake.
Tom sent us off and running and we took off for many laps and familiar scenes to come. Along the way I visited with old friends and made new friends. I photographed the event as the miles moved along. I felt like I was on a social run. Grant and his lovely wife Donna were there from Lake Waccamaw. Grant was wearing bib number 40; my upcoming age. Scott and Liz were serious and packing on the miles with much consideration to time and energy. Brad and Andrea were there with their son Finn along with extended family. David Lee made an appearance from Morganton. It was like a big gathering of some of my favorite people. I felt like I was part of a big celebration.
While we were out and running, PR Baxley, better known as Rosemary, told me she had a surprise at the aid station. I think I passed by 3 times before finally checking it out and almost in tears found her famous carrot cake with birthday wishes. I shared with all that passed by and was overwhelmed by her thoughts. Her husband informed me that it was THE BEST carrot cake I would have. Boy howdy it was delicious!!!
My Virginia buddy, Quatro was also there running laps and we caught up around one of the muddier parts of our loop. I was taking photos and he insisted on taking my photo. I suffered through that and we finished our lap only to find our photo was taken by the local paper. Seems they caught wind of my celebration birthday run and wanted to chat a bit about it. There- I have my 15 minutes~
Later on in the day, I finally saw another surprise that I had been waiting for for many miles. My husband Tim made an appearance and I was finally able to introduce him to everyone. Tim is not a runner and has been supportive of my running habit although he does not go to events. Tim hung out while I ran laps and visited with Quatro, Tom, Alan, and Lori. He was a trooper. He offered to pick up some dinner for me an thus went to satisfy my ultra craving for a Burger King veggie burger after I finished 31 or so miles. He dropped off dinner and headed home.
In the meanwhile, Lori had completed her 31 miles and so had Alan. They were pleased and tired. Lori relaxed on the air bed and encouraged or perhaps teased runners who did not stop to relax. Lori left her air bed of luxury for us to use for the remainder of the night before she headed back home.
Overall, the miles were kind and I had no trouble with my daytime laps. After wolfing down dinner was when the trouble started. My body was not ready to digest and rejected the tasty Burger King meal. I managed to toss up the burger in the parking lot when I finally decided to nap a bit. Ah, why change tradition? this had been a trademark lately at ultra runs this year- a toss up celebration!
Finally after a rough half hour of unrest I was able to sleep for a while until 11:30. My goal was to run into my 40th year and the time was now. I was awake and kinda rested, chaffed and ready to run. Alan was reluctant but willing to run with me as I was ringing in my new decade.
As usual, I had my camera, in the dark and tried to photograph the night lap. The muddy part of our loop was super soupy and I tried to capture it on camera. Really, walking or running through it was enough. My aunt sent me a lea with a monkey on it stating to go wild at 40 and I placed it around my neck and did a self portrait at midnight.
Overall, I ran about 43 miles, or 28 laps, and had a wonderful time. The lake laps were about a mile and a half and I really didn’t feel the pain and fatigue of the usual ultras. Thanks to all for being a part of the run and hope everyone had a good run!
Here are the photos from Hinson Lake
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