The Pittsfield race went well. It was my first organized ultra distance event and not only did I managed to finish the race but I also managed to beat 7 other finishers, coming in 50th place. I ran a total of about 55 miles in 15 hours and 42 minutes. I went off course for about 1.5 miles which probably ended up adding about 20 minutes to my time. 69 people started the race which means that 12 drop out throughout the day for unknown reasons.
The course itself was absolutely brutal. There was a total of about 14,400 feet of vertical climb over the length of the course which also meant about the same amount of vertical decent. I didn't really have a sense for what that was actually going to be like but once I started experiencing it first hand, I realized that 14,400 feet is a lot. My legs got the work out of a life time last weekend but never did they give out on me thankfully.
Jennifer and I traveled up to Vermont on Friday night with our friends Julian and Harley. We managd to get to Pittsfield around 9pm, just in time to get my race packet. After chatting with the race director, Andy, we headed to get a quick dinner at Applebees in Rutland, and then right
to the hotel to settle in. We went right to sleep. I slept alright but I was on edge a bit because I was a bit nervous. We woke up around 3:45 and threw our clothes on and headed to the starting line. I had prepared everything I was going to need (my drop bag and my hydration vest) the night before so I was ready to go in the morning. The whole crew managed to get to the starting line by about 4:30am in order to be all set for a 5am starting time. The picture to the left is Jennifer and I at the starting area around 4:30 am.The race went off at about 5:10 but the first 12 miles seemed really difficult to me. There was something weird going on with my stomach and it was really bringing
me down. I managed to keep a good pace through the first 12 miles regardless but it wasn't fun. after about 2 hours or so I rolled into, for the first time, to the Upper Michigan aid station which was the main aid station (see the picture to the right). I stopped and used the rest room and my stomach seemed to get back on track a bit. I also switched out the Heed in my bladder for regular water and I reduced the amount of salt that I was eating. I headed out for the next 7 mile loop and, fortunately for me, Jennifer had her shorts and trail shoes on and she was dying to go for a run. So Jennifer and I headed out together for the next 7 miles. This really brought my spirits up and helped me get over my stomach problems. It would be fun to run a full ultra with her one day (if she ever gets that crazy). After we came back from the 7 mile loop I had completed about 19 total miles and I knew that the longest and most mentally trying section was coming up next, the Blood Root Loop (BRL). So I spent a few minutes at mile 19 at the aid station and then I headed out. I left on the BRLat about 9 am and I finished that section at about 4pm for a total of about 19 miles. The BRL was 19 straight miles of steep climbs, steep decents, mud pits that were probably 2-3 feet deep in spots, stinging nettle and all around misery. There were times on
the BRL that I thought I was never going to finish. A few miles into the BRL my feet got soaked because of the mud...this really screwed me because I spent the next 6 hours running through the woods with soaked feet. I showed up at the Upper Michigan Aid station at Mile 37 around 4:00pm. I changed my shirt and I put on dry shoes and socks. There was an EMT guy at the aid station who lanced all my blisters and took care of my badly screwed up feet. The picture to the right is me with Harley and Julian just before I headed out of the aid station at mile 37...I believe that this is where most people quit the race.The next 8 miles somehow turned into about 10 miles. I missed a sign for a turn and I managed to go about 1.5 miles out of my way before I realized that I was off course. One of the volunteers for the race pointed it out to me and then asked if I wanted a ride back to where I should have turned. I thought about it for a minute because I kind of felt like it was cheating to get a ride but he talked me into it and I jumped in his jeep for quick ride back to the turn...I got out, thanked
him and then continued on my way. I had been on a pretty nice high after leaving the aid station at mile 37 and then after I realized that I was off course I was dropped down into a pretty crappy low. eventually I made it through a few more climbs up and down a couple of mountains and hit the main road in Pittsfield and I saw our Land Rover. Jennifer, Julian and Harley were waiting for me. I came up to them (see picture to the right) and they cheered for me and told me that I was about to come up to mile 41...this really confused me because I knew I had been running for about 8 to 10 miles...we got to the aid station and I asked the volunteer where I was and he said "Mile 47" and I was thrilled! After the Mile 47 aid station, I would not see my crew again until I got to the finish line just before 9pm that night. The next 7 miles were a the most difficult in terms of terrain and by far the most mentally challenging.The final section, which is lovingly named the "Hell Section" was difficult to say the least. The first climb was about a mile long and it was a close to "straight up" as it could be...my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. Once to the top of the mountain there was a long down hill section. The downhill was close enough to the finish line that you could hear the crowd cheering for the runners who were ahead of me...this gave the impression that you were almost done but that was far from true. At the bottom of the down hill was another long climb. This up and down pattern went on for the remainder of the course...
About half way through the hell section a fairly violent thunder storm passed over head and it started pouring rain with some pretty awesome thunder and lightning. I had to strap on the headlight and find my way through the last half of hell. I kind of felt like some sort of special ops guy trying to make it to my extraction point.
Finally around 9:30 pm I emerged from the woods and saw the best possible site...a long flat field. I ran the last half of a mile in pouring rain and finally made it to the finish.
To my delight, I actually beat a few people. I managed to collect my finisher's prize and hobble to the car. My feet were pretty much destroyed after running with wet feet for about 13 hours straight...but they eventually healed!



