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Last year I ran the Georgia Death Race on a reversed course that made the race much easier. This year the course was switched to its original direction, plus an extra 5 miles of harder, technical trail was added near the end. In 2015 the young and quiet Andrew Miller slowly pulled away from me over the last 25 miles of the race; I still ran a solid race though in 10.5 hours. With the harder course this year everyone's time was much slower, and it took me nearly 2 hours and 40 minutes longer! The young kid though, still under 20 years old, didn't miss a beat and instead of letting me hang around for 40 miles, he blew the race right open 5 miles in. I never saw him again and he repeated as champion earning a Golden Ticket along the way.
The race now, meant going after that coveted second and last Golden Ticket, which in my estimate, at least over a dozen guys were vying for, me being one of them. Second place stayed closer longer, but around 10 miles the less-than-one-year-old ultra runner, Caleb Denton, made the pack look slow on a steep North Georgia Mountain downhill. After Caleb left us, the East-coast veteran and UROY Top 10er Brian Rusieki, Hokie Ultra Runner Darren Thomas, and myself ran 3-5 for a long time. We chatted and had a good time catching up since we are all familiar with the east coast and Central Virginia ultra scene. I ran about 60 miles with Brian at the 2014 Grindstone 100 before he pulled away and beat me by 25 minutes, so I knew he was a very strong contender here.
|Still early, still with Brian and Darren. Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
Last year the easy part of the course was at the beginning. This consisted of about 30 miles of gravel/dirt fire roads of long ascents and long descents; I thrived on it, cranking sub-7 miles. This year these sections were at the end of the race - my thought for race planning was to conserve energy and do some work on the fire roads in the last 30 miles of the course. I knew if I still had some legs no one in the race could out run me. As much as I pride myself on challenging, steep, technical mountain trails, the fact is that my raw speed is what I am best at in this point of my career.
In the next section Darren stepped to the side of the trail to take a leak and I figured he would come back pretty soon but I never saw him again. I later learned that he messed up his achilles shortly after and had to drop at mile 47. Now it was just Brian and I for a long while. When I saw my crew for the first time at the Point Bravo AS (mile 28) I was still feeling fresh in 3-4 place with Brian. As we were leaving the aid station together we saw another runner come in who we had seen earlier on the out and back section. He looked good and had made up a lot of ground in the last 7 miles.
|Still running uphills at this point, but soon to hit it. Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
Low points always come. Some more abrupt than others, some less low. This one that hit was bad. Like, things were going well and then I was going to drop out at the next aid station, if I ever reached it. I sat down for about 30 seconds when I arrived to Long Creek AS. I drank some ginger ale and mountain dew. I still had 7 miles to Winding Stair where my crew would be. The funny thing is that this is when the fire gravel/dirt roads started - the exact point of the race that I was looking forward to reaching so I could start to make up ground on the top 2! I guess the age old realization that nothing ever goes to plan in an ultra is the truth.
|baby Fern checking on me.|
|An avocado was about the only thing that sounded okay.|
Me: "You need to really talk me out of dropping out right now."
Bobbi: "You can't drop out, you're doing great, you're in 4th place!"
Me: "I don't feel like it..... I'm tired of running."
Bobbi: "Tomorrow you will regret it if you drop out."
Me: "It doesn't matter. Why would it matter to me if I drop?... it's just a race."
Bobbi: "Well you'll be a grump to be around and I don't want to drive all the way back to Ohio with you if you're going to be a grump."
That was about the end of that conversation. I guess she convinced me because I started putting a new pair of shoes on and finishing my third mug of ginger ale. I stood up and meandered over to the aid station table. The ladies there were great, but I still couldn't eat anything, just drink sugar. All in all I took 11 minutes at Winding Stair before finally moving on. I hugged Bobbi and Fern and started running. No real chance to drop out now.
After leaving Winding Stair AS there was a steep 3 mile down hill that I knew was coming - I decided to push hard on this section in attempts to wake my legs up and start rolling. This amazingly produced 6:33, 6:22, and 6:59 miles from 48-50. Unfortunately this didn't last forever but I was at least making relentless forward progress. Out of Jake Bull AS (mile 53) I relished a couple miles of faster road miles before starting the long climb up Nimblewell Gap. I remember this section from last year when it was still early in the race going the opposite direction downhill; I ran 4 consecutive 6:30's miles. This year it literally took over twice the amount of time going uphill as I struggled to maintain 15 minute hiking pace. I probably only managed to squeak out 3/4 a mile of running over the 4 mile hill. It dragged on and on until I watched the sun start to fade.
|Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
|Always relaxing at the beginning to catch up but soon turned to all-business. Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
|Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
|Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
|Trying to grind 60 miles in. Photo by WeRunHuntsville.|
Your dedication and commitment to running make you a more capable runner than most. I really hope that you keep at it and grow better each time.ReplyDelete
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