After an awesome show at the start (Braveheart reenactment complete with blue face paint and a horse)... we were off and I mean off! I felt like I had been shot out of a cannon - there was a steep climb not a mile in to the race and I knew better than to get stuck following a pair of buns up the single track. I wanted to be out front.
I was 3rd to the hill. We started the 50k with the 25k and 10k folks. I then passed the two fellows in front of me. This seemed a bit odd. I tore through the early miles with reckless abandon, coming into Aid One at 5 miles in 31 minutes. I looked at my watch in disbelief.
The steep short climbs came and went. I faltered a bit around mile 16 and hit a low point. I heard a twig snap and out of nowhere popped the first runner I had seen since the initial few miles. I had no answer at that moment and was forced to watch him bound away. It was still early so I felt I had time to reel him in.
The backside of the course contained a dreadful loop with endless creek crossings, high brush and evermore steep climbs. The sun was out and it was mid eighties by now.
Coming into the aid station at about 18m |
One of many creek crossings - a brief moment of cool- Swiftwick 12 inch Aspires and Solomon Ultra Sense (and Roy's Mtn Hardwear pack) were the perfect mix |
I will fix my eyes upon the Lord. |
Good friend, Grant Castle, was gracious enough to score me some salt tabs and a banana at the finish. Once recovered, I got to announce my wife's finish in the 25k. Great race - great RDs and great volunteers. What a day in the woods.