Monday, August 24, 2015

Emerald Necklace 3 Day Stage Race




I first came upon this race last year after scrolling through Ultra Signup for events coming up in my area. The distances were reasonable and it was only an hour away. While I already had my races squared away last year, I kept this one in the pocket. So, when it came time to plan out this season, the Emerald Necklace 3 Day Stage Race made the calendar.

This race was run on the Sunapee Ragged Kearsarge Greenway (SRKG), a 75 mile trail that circumnavigates Lake Sunapee with close to 13,000 ft. of elevation gain. And just to add a bit more distance, because honestly, who couldn't use a few more miles, we started at a nicely restored train station in Andover, NH and ran the few miles from the station out to where the SRKG crosses to begin the race. We also ran back on the rail bed, too. It was the only duplicated section of the course.

The event started off Thursday night where a group of 39 gathered to be briefed on what could only be referred to as a terrible idea by anyone with more than 5 fully functioning brain cells left, at the New London town hall. Here, we checked in all our mandatory gear and went over the course for the following day, which would include summits of both Ragged Mountain and Mount Kearsage. After collectively thinking this was going to be a fantastic time, we were set free for the evening. A lot of us went over to the Sunapee Middle School, where our race/camp headquarters would be for the weekend. There, everyone was setting up tents or choosing to sleep in the gym, which was about 110 degrees. Either way there wasn’t much time for hanging out because the race was starting at 7am and sleep was of top priority.

Friday: Stage One - 25 miles

After avoiding rain for most of the night, my alarm went off at the most pleasant hour of 4:45am. Emerging from my tent, it was a slow, coffeeless stager around camp getting myself and my gear ready for the day (short sleeve or sleeveless? Oh, the decisions!). By 6am, a few of us loaded into my car and drove the 30 minutes to Potter Place, where the race would start. As we gathered, Tom, one of the fantastic race directors, went over some last minute details and sent us off on our journey as the day’s impending rain began to settle in.

The first few miles were on old rail bed, and possibly some of my fastest miles all weekend. Two miles in, we come across the SRKG trail mark and take a right off the rail bed to begin our climb up Ragged Mountain. The first bit of the climb was on dirt road, which turned off onto old jeep roads. From there it became wet and technical single track as the rain gave a slick coating to everything. Many of the sections of this ascent were steep and required power hiking. It was one hell of a way to start off the race. After summiting Ragged by the ski patrol lodge, the decent was more of the same slick, technical trail. On this section I spent a good amount of time trying to get my shoes to fit right, as I continually stopped to mess with them before finally emerging at the bottom behind (school).
From here, we ran across some fields and a seriously sketchy suspension bridge, to begin climbing a series of dirt roads and old jeep roads until finally coming into the course’s main aid station at mile 14. I refilled my pack and hand held, drank some Coke, and shoveled some chocolate covered espresso beans into my mouth before grabbing a handful of watermelon cubes and heading out.

The next section of the course climbed a steep, paved road (sure, I’ll keep walking) until arriving at the parking lot for the Mount Kearsarge trail head where we continued our up hill ascent for another mile and a half or so. This climb was again fairly technical and slick. Finally emerging at the summit, we were treated to some cool breezes and nice views before decending for nearly 5 miles. There was very steep, rocky terrain to contend with to start, but soon became very runnable. In this section my feet began hurting from all the relacing I had been doing earlier on in the race. Even after trying to loosen up the laces, it didn’t seem to make too much of a difference in the pain department. I muscled my way through the final few miles of the course before finishing 12th place in 6:08 at Sutton Field. Taking my shoes off never felt better!

After finishing and changing out of my nasty running clothes, small groups of us were shuttled back to the Middle School, where we cleaned up and hung out for the remainder of the day. My girlfriend, Jenn, who had to back out of the race due to injury, came up to hangout and support me the rest of the weekend. (You’re the best, baby!)

Before turning in for the night, we again met to go over the course for the following day, noting all the turns and trails and such.

Saturday: Stage Two – 24 miles



After being fed breakfast, the day started off with a 30 minute bus ride back to Sutton Field where we finished the day before. Again, a few last minute words from the RD and we were off. The first mile was nice and cool as we headed past a lake before starting to climb for almost 2 miles up dirt roads and old jeep trails. I was feeling pretty good this morning. I was feeling none of the wear and tear from the day before and I had swapped out the shoes I was running in yesterday for my oldest, most comfortable pair to help with the foot pain I had. I kept a decent pace and ran everything I could as I knew there would be plenty of sections later that wouldn’t be so runnable.


About 6 miles in I came to a spot in the trail where the trail marker pointed up to the left but I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where this trail was. I stood around dumb founded for a minute until a few other guys showed up and pointed out where I was supposed to me headed. Turns out there are a few sections of the SRKG that seemingly only exist to make this trail a loop and barely, if ever, get used. This happened to be one of those sections. Weaving over heavily leaf and debris laden trail, we made our way out of this section before decending a number of roads out to Rt 103, where the main aid station of this section was located. I loaded back up on all my favorites and headed back out to start up Mount Sunapee. This section was power hiking at its best. As tiring as it was, I kept moving, noting the change in vegetation as I climbed further and further up before eventually emerging onto some open slope of the ski area and cresting over the top where the lady friend had hiked up to. We chatted for a minute as she walked with me towards the trail back down on the other side before I took off only to stop a second later to ask her which way I was supposed to go at a seemingly unmarked trail junction.



Unlike yesterday, I brought my ipod with me and was fully enjoying this summer’s tour gems as I made my way down to the parking lot. From the parking area, I ran down a number of paved roads which just hammered my quads. This was probably the longest paved section of the race, which ran by a number of farms and scenic views before turning off on a dirt road. I make it to the last “water only” aid station and fill up my hand held thinking the finish isn’t that far off from what I could remember of the talk the night before. Turns out there was something like 8 miles left. I ran into the woods on trails I had first run years ago during one of the races of the Western New Hampshire Trail Race Series. These trails again eventually gave way to lesser and lesser used trails. I felt like this section was never going to end and was convinced that just around every turn had to be a road I would come out on or something signifying the race was almost done….. ugh. Finally I emerge at a disc golf park and run out to the main road and take a left. From here, the SRKG goes through neighborhood streets, scenic river front trails, and across the patio deck of a local restaurant where people were eating baskets of fried clams and enjoying ice cream.

Under the heat from the early afternoon sun, I ran the pavement back to the Sunapee Middle School, where the finish was located today. I crossed the finish after 24 miles 9th  in 5:19. Over all, it was a solid day of running.


After pounding some chocolate milk and water, I sat in an ice bath for a bit to soak the leg muscles. It was the first time in a long time I wasn’t a huge nancy about getting into cold water!


The rest of the afternoon was spent cheering on runners as they finished, eating, drinking, and playing Trivial Pursuit.

Sunday: Stage Three – 31 miles

Oh Lord! My legs! My Quads!! They hurt!!! Moving around camp that morning was not fun. The past two days had caught up to me. If this were any other day, running would have been filed under HELL NO!!! But that option didn't exist today. I geared up and waited in the early morning fog to begin the final stage. I went out with the group of guys I had been running with for the first half of the previous day. There was no way I could hang. I couldn’t even hang with those further back from that group….. I was hurting and mentally drained wondering how the hell I’m going to push through another day of this in my current condition.




The first several miles were ssssslllllllooooooooowwwwwwwww. My legs eventually began to loosen up a little. I was running more than walking and beginning to think I might be able to put the wheels back on this train. I get to the first aid station at mile 11 to Jenn asking what I needed. Since new legs weren’t available, I instead filled my hand held, drank some Coke, and put a few more gels in my pack before venturing on.

Somewhere in the next 8 miles my legs began to feel better but I was still physically exhausted from the past two days. Running down the creek between miles 17-19 was nice and my pace opened up a bit before coming into the major aid station of the race at mile 19 to Jenn holding up a box of Munchkins to my delight. I’m not sure there is any other sport where you can eat donuts and drink soda in the middle of a grueling athletic endeavor. Seriously, you can yell, “Look at me, I’m an athlete!” with donut glaze all over your face and no one is going to question your abilities!



The trail out of the aid station was steep for the next mile before giving way to runnable, rolling terrain. After several miles I came to Bog Mountain, the only sizeable climb of the day. Passing over the top, I knew there wasn’t that much further to go. I started making check lists in my head. Thorn bush laden clear-cut trail…. Check. Water only stop… Check. Back on the original rail trail… Check!!! From here it was just a matter of grinding it out to the finish. In a short time I was able to see the red of the old caboose out in front of the station, which just never seemed to get closer. Finally, 100 yards or so from the finish, you could hear people cheering as I brought it in strong, crossing the line 15th in 7:53 to conclude this epic journey!

It didn’t take long (roughly 15 seconds) to get a beer in my hands and take in what an incredible event this was. Everything from the course, the camp, the runners, and the outstanding job Mike and Tom did putting this event on was top shelf! As tired as I am a day later, I can’t wait to come back and do this again! Good times!

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Aaaannnnnnd let's recap the last 9 months of blog avoidance

After the Pisgah 50k in September, I didn't have anything else on my immediate race calendar. Earlier in the year I had wanted to find something other than Ghost Train to run later in the fall. I figured something would come up that would pique my interest.... yep, nothing I could find. The thing was, I was actually feeling like I was in good enough shape to run my first 100. Now I was pissed that I hadn't sign up for Ghost Train, as is had sold out months before and the waiting list was already stacked.

Cedric, however, was signed up to run his first 100 at Ghost Train, and I figured that pacing him for a while would be a great way to bag a whole bunch of miles. I started out with him around 5pm at mile 45. We had a good time hitting up that 4th lap. Ced showed no signs of of the previous miles and we kept it locked in at a comfortable pace. Around 9pm things changed... for me.

About 14 miles into my pacing duties, we start heading up the one lone hill (if you can even call it that) on the entire course. We come upon a girl who just looked like hell and was clearly struggling. I ask if she was ok. She says no. I ask if she needs any fluids, GU or S-caps... No. She then proceeds to tell me she had emergency surgery on her tonsils the day before but was damned if anything was going to keep her from running her first 100 miler. She said she could feel the blood running down the back of her throat and was getting cold and really light headed as if she might pass out at any moment. I decided that sounded way too bad to have her walk on her own and let my buddy go on. I proceed to walk with her for the next half mile waiting for a passing runner to ask if there was a volunteer at the next road crossing. There was not. She was getting really cold and shaky. She hadn't taken in any fluids or food in a long time due to her throat. I give her my jacket and tell her to wait at the next road crossing. I take off sprinting for the turn around point on the course a mile further down the trail. I drive with a staff member back to the road crossing. The woman gets picked up and I head back out with Ced for the rest of my time pacing him. I dont think much more about it, but I was hoping I get my jacket back, which I eventually found at the start/finish area once I was done pacing around 2am.

When I get home I find this message on the race's FB page...

Dear guy in green who gave me a wonderful coat and ran for help, I love you...and I hope you got your coat back.
-Jellybean

After my divorce earlier in the year, I had been saying that if I kept doing the things I love, I would eventually meet someone else who shares those loves. So the short story... Within a month, this chance encounter in the woods led us to a relationship.

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The new year starts off rehabing nagging injuries, but by April, its time to start building the miles as I'm making 2015 the year of my first 100 miler. I don't particularly feel like I need to be registered for races, as I can run long on my own and for much cheaper.

The end of April saw the first, and hopefully annual, For Pete's Sake 50k. The concept of this was to get my friend Pete his first ultra distance and thus naming the run after him. It also helped to name it after him because the likely hood of him bailing on it was well over 50%.... you nancy!

The point to point course consisted of all familiar territory, and save for a few climbs, was all downhill. We started in Marlborough, NH and ended by tagging the gas pump of the gas station in Westminster, VT.

One of the many wonderful things about a lady friend who runs ultras, is that this seems like a great way to spend a Sunday. Even though Jenn was still dealing with an ankle issue, she ran the first 6 miles with us before crewing for us the rest of the way!

The start had all the bells and whistles.... A spray painted start line, lengthy RD speech, and group photos.....








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Come June, it was time to up the long run mileage again, and this time I wanted to complete a run I've had on my bucket list for a few years.

This run, which I entitled the Wheels of Steel 40 Miler, starts just over the border in Massachusetts. After running a tiring 100 feet back into New Hampshire, you pick up the old Boston & Maine RR Cheshire Branch rail bed. This trail takes you for 20 miles back into Keene, which Jenn ran with me, and from there, 20 miles out to Westminster, VT, ending at the gas station, which has become a tradition. 40 miles and 3 states LET'S HAVE AT IT!


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So next up? A couch to coast run.... A 3 day stage race..... things I haven't even thought of yet.... 100 MILES!