Before getting to race day, I'll throw out this quick backstory. Saturday was my third time out on the Mountain Masochist (MMTR) course. The first being in 2006, when I had the wonderful opportunity to crew/pace a friend. We ran the last 10 miles together which was my first 'true' trail running experience, and at the end I earned an unexpected kiss on the cheek! Welp, if you haven't already guessed, that guy is now my hubby Jordan, who is also the one guilty of convincing me to run this crazy race. I'm so thankful he did!
In the days leading up to the race, I was definitely unusually calm. My normal nerves were missing and I felt at peace, genuinely excited for what was to come! I took to the taper quite well and was MUCH more organized regarding all my gear, fuel, etc. Friday I took off from work and relaxed, had some quality dad time and slowly went through last minute preparations.
|An organized fueling strategy was definitely a priority!|
|Pre-race shenanigans and the crew making some last minute preparations.|
Just prior to the start was a bit surreal. It still hadn't hit me what I was about to endure. Again, I felt very much at peace, taking in the flurry of activity around me as well as the picturesque night sky. It was crystal clear with stars abound! Just before 6:30am, the hubby came running up wondering why I was not on the starting line. He said "you've been preparing all week and you're still going to be late!" Lol. So true of me. Of course my response was, "Let's take a picture!" No worries... We made it to the start with two minutes to spare and with the sound of the horn, we were off!
|Into the darkness shown many lights...|
About 11 miles in was the 2nd aid station. As I approached I heard Horton yell "first asian lady!" (much to the confusion of the crowd I might add). He said I was looking good, which is always very encouraging. I grabbed some salted potatoes and kept moving. I first met up with my crew team, Dad and Kelly, 15 miles into the race and by that point was more than ready to see them! Having a crew team was such a blessing: it broke up the race by giving me something to look forward to along the way and they took such great care of me by offering encouragement, making me eat, and giving me race updates on the hubby.
After mile 20 was a wonderful 3-4 mile downhill which I loved! I know it sounds crazy, but it took until then for me to really feel "warmed up" and awake. By that point, I was having a ball! I took the descent cautiously, making sure I didn't waste too much energy, because next up I knew was that dreadful looking 10 mile climb (yikes!)
The climb ended up not being so bad. I mean, it was difficult, but I really feel like I took it in stride, alternating running and quick hiking. I was passing people along the way too. I reached the approximate halfway mark, Long Mtn Wayside, in good shape, a little ahead of goal pace which I expected. The 2nd half is definitely the more difficult of the two and I knew that I would slow some. Again, I met up with my wonderful crew, switched out fuel and with a slap on the tush was on my way up the mountain for the remainder of the climb!
|Approaching the "halfway" aid station (26-27 miles). You can see what a beautiful day we had!|
After leaving Long Mtn Wayside, I started to have periods of high's and lows, which is not uncommon in such a long event. However, even the rougher periods weren't that bad and I stayed pretty optimistic throughout. While I may not have been feeling great, I was still doing what I love, and by this point I knew I was going to finish. From there on out, it was about staying positive and making steady forward progress.
At mile 33 I arrived at the infamous "loop," which ascends to a beautiful overlook at the peak of Mt. Pleasant. I was feeling less than stellar due to my stomach being in knots for various reasons. But, once again, my stellar crew whipped me into shape and sent me off with a smile. As I entered the loop, fellow racer Megan passed by and with a wave of optimism said "let's run this together!" I picked up the pace but she was just a little too strong for me and I quickly lost her. Regardless though, I really appreciated the camaraderie and encouragement!
|The summit of Mt. Pleasant. We ascended to this overlook and punched our bibs. Pic is from the MMTR training run.|
Looking back at the data, the loop was really my downfall in the race where I lost the most time to competitors. It's a little more technical on the uphills and combined with my stomach issues, my pace really slowed. Halfway through is a mile long out and back to the summit, during which time I realized there were 6 girls within my reach. That meant if I could pull off a strong finish I would still be in top 10 contention. With a wave off excitement, my spirit rebounded (though my legs did not) and took off in an effort to run the last portion of the loop strong. Nonetheless, they were all looking very solid and had already put a considerable lead on me by the time I reached the next aid station.
Not a worry, with some more uplifting words from my crew, I was feeling much better than the hour prior and my happy self set off for the final leg of the race. My legs were definitely fatigued, yet still had plenty of miles left in them, if that makes any sense. In fact, I remember thinking "I can't believe there's only 10 miles left of this!" I made the conscious decision to not stress about placement, run my own race and make the most of the remaining miles. As I stated previously, above all things my goal was to enjoy this first 50 miler.
As I approached the final aid station (3 miles to go) I was quite surprised to see a familiar face... it was my husband! My natural thought was that he had finished and ran back up the mountain for me. But then he said he had not finished yet, which left me confused, asking him, "Is something wrong?!" Nope, he was just fine. Basically, his race wasn't turning out to be anything stellar and "his priority was to make sure I finished," so he waited about an hour at that final aid station for me so that we could run the final miles together (seriously, he's a keeper!) What an amazing feeling it was to see him. And really, it was the only appropriate conclusion to this race... It had been our initial plan last year to run this together but we more recently opted not to for various reasons. Furthermore, he's the only reason I would consider running a 50 miler in the first place.
We flew down the hill, smiling and chatting about the race, reminiscing about what a fun season it had been. Finally, we approached the finish with plenty of cheers from spectators and the VT ultra crew! We crossed in just over 9 hrs 51 minutes. I am elated just to have finished strong and under 10 hours for my first 50 mile race!!
|We attempted to "jump" at the finish, but I didn't exactly catch much air. Can't imagine why?!|
|Obligatory finish line shots: (L) with Clark Zealand (race director) and David Horton; (R) With my hubby, Dad and Kelly!|
|With Winchester running friend Emily, who rocked out this year placing first overall in the Lynchburg Ultra Series!|
|Oh yes, we are trouble! Smile says it all :)|
Later than evening was the post-race dinner and awards ceremony. I will say I really enjoyed this because the work of the day was over... it was all about sharing stories of the trail and runner camaraderie, with smiles and delicious food abound! My final race placement was lucky number #13, so I missed out on a top 10 female award, but that's A-ok! I did walk away with a sweet Patagonia sweater jacket for completing the Lynchburg Ultra Series, something I never really thought I would do! Additionally, I ended up winning the Ironman competition, winning a pretty sweet, legit and heavy sword!
|Female finishers of the Lynchburg Ultra Series in our awesome jackets.|
|Me with my sword! Best award ever!!|
WHAT. A. DAY! I truly am amazed at the fact that I ran 50 miles, and felt great, AND had fun in the process. The race seemingly flew by and never once was I bored or ready to be done. More so, it just felt like an entire day doing what I love, surrounded by nature and the priceless companionship of other runners. There are many positives about this race and few negatives: energy was great, legs held up nicely, I rolled with the challenges of fueling for the distance and stayed optimistic throughout. I am a happy camper.
I am so blessed and thankful for the support I've received along the way. Thanks to my husband first an foremost, for always believing in me to do great things and seeing me through the ups and downs. To my awesome crew team, dad and Kelly for dedicating their entire Saturday to support my endeavor, to all the friends out there sending me positive race vibes, and to Coach Jim, for both his coaching expertise and perspective in making this a very positive, successful experience. And of course, thanks to race director Clark Zealand for putting on such a quality event, and the oh so huggable David Horton, whom it is always a pleasure to see!
I'll leave you with the following verse from my sword:
"If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses?"
And for more post-race musings, feel free to read this post too.