I offer this with some trepidation. As you will see, stupidity plays with the best of us. I ran the Bluff 50K starting the race an hour early. The RD was nice enough to allow me the early start, as my wife was graduating from 9 hard months of work getting her Yoga Instructor’s training certificate. I am not new to endurance level racing having done multiple 1/2 Ironman races, a full Ironman, and multiple ultra distance trail races. I had sent my application in for the Bluff more as a motivational tool for the season, than for the actual race, and had fully expected to DNF at Renee’s Way. However, race day way gorgeous, the trail comfortable and I felt pretty good. With my longest training run only being 15 miles, I decided to give the distance a shot. Renee’s way was the kicker, with great soup and great volunteers. I said to my self (as many do at that point), “it’s only another 10 miles” and I took off for the finish. [Read more…] about The “after race” Race Report
The Perks of Traveling.
I travel for work quite a bit. Most times that throws off my training schedule. However, one of the perks of traveling is being able to experience trail runs in new places with gorgeous scenery. Case in point, I was recently headed to Rochester, NY for a trade show. In looking at the NYS DEP website I was able to see what was available for state parks and possible trail runs. As my first stop was Oneonta NY, and then headed to Rochester, I picked a nice looking park, Fillmore Glen Sate Park. The description ” this park features an oasis of cool dense woods, crowding into a long narrow gorge ..with water sculpted rock and spectacular waterfalls” (funny, they left out the steep climbs and steeper downs; who would have guessed), made it worth a look. [Read more…] about The Perks of Traveling.
Starting over
My God, starting from scratch, is the beginning all over again.
-Lostc on recovery
For the VTVTVT
“Never a doubt, never look back”!
For the Vermonters!
“Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning,noon and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired.” Attributed to George S. Patton, 1912 Olympian, US Army General
Irene Adventure
OK, don’t get mad, this isn’t a 100 mile adventure, but it is a wild and crazy 10 miler and it was an ADVENTURE! The morning the storm hit, I had to get to RT 1 in Guilford, to KC’s Pub (my restaurant), to turn on a generator. My wife wouldn’t let me go during the night when the storm hit, and since we hadn’t lost power yet, I agreed. However, by 7am I wanted go. We had moved all of the food into the beer cooler and I new it would be OK for a while, but now I was getting nervous. At 8am I said screw it and told my wife I was headed out. She reluctantly came with me. Up one road, trees blocked the way, up another the water was too deep, the final way out was also blocked by trees and water. We had to turn around and go back home; we couldn’t get off the Head. I told Deb, ahh the hell with it, I’ll run to the Pub! She said I was crazy, I got dressed, txt Jerry, Cathi and Forrest. Jerry and Cathi both said I was crazy (crazy from Ultra runners? hmmm). I ran into town, having to detour several times, simply because of trees down, poles and wires down (lying in water is not a good thing) and just plain flooding. I finally ended up on Rt 1 which really wasn’t bad; it didn’t even look like a storm was raging. At the Pub, I was able to start the generator and survey any damage (none I am happy to report). The return trip took me through the Green area (what a mess) and an attempt to go down water street. When the water got above my knees, I had to turn around and push up through River Street (which it was). Course now I has the wind at my back, smooth sailing. I tried to go down Mulberry Point and got as far as the causeway; which was washed out. The town had a front end loader trying to make a road through for the ambulance. Somebody had broken a hip on the other side and was cut off. I offered to help with a gurney, but they were bringing in a high wheeled dune buggy to make the crossing. I ran on top of what was left of the sea wall, waded some and made it to the other side. When I finally reached home, the ordeal had taken close to three hours (including time spent at the Pub). Not a long trail race, but certainly an adventure that will be on my “tell the grandkids” list! BTW, no pictures, I was having a hard enough time fighting the wind and sideways rain. Sorry folks!