Dirty German 50K - May 11, 2019

Man Down
I look at the dirt from inches away. I'm on my hands and knees, or maybe my elbows and knees. All I know is that seconds ago I was running and now I'm down. It was not a slow motion fall or a  stumble and fall variety of going down.  This was sudden, abrupt and hard.

I take inventory. Hands are OK. Legs are OK. Left side of the chest hurts; it must be where I landed. Small bruise on my left eyebrow; I must have hit my head as well. I stay down while trailing runners come up and ask if I'm OK and if I have water, food, phone.  I assure them that I'm OK and have all those things as I get to my feet. I thank them and urge them to go on; that I'll just walk for a bit. There's about three miles to the finish of the Dirty German 50K and about half of that to the next and final aid station. I know I can walk it in if need be.

But I don't feel so well. A few steps leave me feeling unsteady. I sit down on the side of the trail to regain stability and to await Emaad.

Prologue
Emaad and I drive up to Villanova to stay with his cousin. It's a leisurely drive, with a stop at the Dog House in New Castle, Delaware. This small, cash only, counter or carry-out, limited menu dive specializes in foot-long hot dogs, split and grilled and served on chewy, tasty rolls from a local bakery. Emaad notes that one of the servers has a tear-drop tattoo, and says that means he killed someone.  A Wikipedia check reveals that it might mean that, or something else. In any case, we wisely don't ask the counterman what his tat means.

Getting to Villanova early, we visit Tin Lizard Brewing Company (Bryn Mawr) (for a pale ale and an Irish ale) and Tired Hands BrewCafe (Ardmore) (for a saison and candied bacon) to sample the local beers and hydrate.

First Loop

Enjoying the music before the start

Saturday morning, Google navigates us the half hour drive to Pennypack Park. We park on the street  along with many other runners, walk to the pavilion where we pick up our bibs and premiums, drop our bags and wait for the start. An accordion player provides appropriate German music for the waiting runners and spectators. The 50-milers, running three loops of the course plus a bit of an additional short loop, start at 7:30. The 239 50K runners, doing two loops start 30 minutes later. The one-loop 25K runners start 30 minutes later, at 8:30.

A bit of a run through a field at the start/finish helps sort out the runners as we reach the entry to the mostly single track. The course wending its way through the park is mostly dry, with only occasional spots of mud and puddles, most of which are easily avoided. There is a bit of up and down, but none of
the climbs are long or particularly steep.

Salt Sherpa
After a couple of miles I let out a curse when remembering that I forgot be carry salt capsules with me, as the day that forecast as being cloudy with a chance of showers is turning out to be mostly sunny. A nearby runner tells me she has extra and offers me some. I thank her for the offer and accept a pair that I stash away. "You can be my salt sherpa," I tell her.  She says that is an agreeable nickname.

In three miles we arrive at the first aid station where the accordion player is already there to serenade us as we pass through.  Around mile five a deer stares out of the woods next to the trail at the runners passing by.  I pull out my phone to snap a pic but just as I'm finally ready, the deer turns around and disappears.

Pennypack Creek from the bridge

The second aid station at mile 7.5 is reached with no issues, as the faster 25K runners overtake us. We run back on the other side of Pennypack Creek, finally crossing a bridge that takes us back to aid station 1 at mile 11.5.

In about a mile we enter a part of the course that folds back and forth on itself. The website calls it the roller coaster section, but it seems more like what one's small intestine is like.

First Fall
In about three miles we come to the third aid station. Moving right along we run and chat with other runners. I stumble, take a few steps and then turn my right shoulder in to roll as I hit the ground. Not a bad fall, and I complete the roll so I can pop back to my feet.  Emaad has seen this move before, but the others are impressed by my ability to turn clumsy into agile.

Down Again
Soon we are back at the start/finish, and after a stop at a porta-potty, run over the through lane timing mat (in 3:33) to start our second lap.

Typical single track

Almost across the grassy field I fall again, this time without much warning.  But the field is soft and no harm comes of it, although I note the concrete bench that was not more than a stride or two from my head. Another step and the landing would not have been so inconsequential.

Emaad and I are generally running together, but sometimes I get a bit ahead. I run with a pair of women. We talk about falling, as one is concerned about it and the other says that she has only fallen three times in her career.  Sure enough, that is too much for the running gods and in a few minutes on a flat section she catches a toe on a root and goes down.  She has dirt on both knees but is not hurt so on we go.

Special Hydration I
Arriving again at the first aid station (now mile 18) I see that there is a special offering of complex carbohydrate liquid refreshment. I ask for some and it is freely given. When I pull out the phone to document this happy moment, the aid station volunteer says "no social media, as our permit does not permit [complex carbohydrate liquid]. We want to remain on good terms with the park authorities." I put the phone away as I take another sip of the deeply satisfying liquid aid.

The run to the second aid station (now mile 23) is uneventful with chats with other runners including some 50 milers who we overtake. The volunteers at the aid station are concerned about running low on cups, so I use the collapsible cup that I am carrying and mention how the North Face was a cup free race as well as others that I have run.  The volunteers express concern about how that might slow down providing aid, but another runner says that isn't the case.

Salt Sherpa and I in the second loop

Salt Sherpa catches up with us and we run and chat together for a bit. I don't need to rely on her kindness any longer as the aid stations have packets of salt tablets, and I get one.

I run with a runner who is an electrical engineer by profession and we discuss whether mobile phones can cause cancer, a topic brought up the night before by Emaad's cousin, an oncologist. Surprisingly to me, he concurs that it might be the case. He also says this is his first 50K and that he hopes to run a marathon fast enough to qualify for Boston. Given our 50K pace that seems a stretch goal, but I say nothing.  We talk about training and coaching for such an effort and I silently note that he is in my age group. This will be consequential later in the day.  I bid him good running and go on.

A bit further on a deer stands athwart the trial. In a bit of contradiction I yell at it to run away while reaching for my phone to photograph it.  Like the deer earlier in the day it does not hang around long enough.

Special Hydration II
Arriving back at the first aid station (now mile 27) I inquire in my finest high school German, "Haben Sie mehr [complex carbohydrate liquid] bitte?" Enthusiastically a can of the refreshment is retrieved from a cooler. Normally I'm quick through aid stations - gulp some Coke, refill my hydration bottle or back, grab some potato chips, cookies and candy and go - but for this I linger and chat. I fully intend to finish the entire can, but the volunteer signals that I should hand it back to him so that he can finish it. Off I go.

Trail Runs for All
I pass a pair of women doing the 25K and give them the usual "Hey" greeting.  They are not the lithe, lean type that one expects on the trails, or running long, or even running at all.  But here they are, he epitome of "relentless forward progress." We had passed them earlier on the first loop and overheard them talking about how their friends had questioned them for wanting to do the race.  But they are here and trail runners accept everyone.  It isn't a question of speed for most of us - it is to get to the finish.  And they are out there, doing something their "friends" don't think they can or should do. I have great respect for them for being on the trail and for prevailing.  We don't do these things because they are easy, but because they are hard.  I'm sure the 25K was hard for them - harder (and slower) than the 50-miler for some. Great credit to them for ignoring their friends, persevering and finishing. No, great credit to them for taking the first step, not the last one.

Pride Goeth Before a Fall
The time dawdling at the aid station while I hydrated has given the electrical engineer a chance to catch up. I see that he isn't far behind me.  Since we are in the same age group and I'm feeling pretty well, I determine that I'll try to finish ahead of him. He doesn't know it, but I'm going to race him.

Through the folds of the small intestine section I can see where he his without having to obviously  be looking back.  I plot to skip the final aid station to gain a few additional seconds or more. We leave the twisty section and the course starts to straighten out a bit. No usual walking uphills for me now. Press on, press on!

The End

Brat, potato salad, apple spice bread

And now I'm sitting on the side of the trail.  The engineer had stopped to see how I was, but now he is gone and I await Emaad. He arrives sooner than I expected and is a bit surprised to see me sitting there.  I get to my feet and the unsteadiness is gone but my chest hurts. Not the sharp pain on intake of breath that would signal a cracked rib, but a dull pain that says bruised ribs.

We go on, with me mostly walking. Running hurts my chest some, and the fall has taken the its toll on my will.  We get a little something at the final aid station.  With less than a half mile to go we spot a woman walking ahead of us.  I stir and suggest that we try to catch her. The funny thing is that even with her walking and me running, I'm not gaining on her.  Emaad takes off in pursuit. He doesn't catch her but finishes 40 seconds ahead of me.

We collect our medals, and get a brat and German potato salad to eat before the walk back to the car, which seems further away than it did when we walked to the start.

At the finish

Stats
I finish in 7:43:19, with splits of 3:33 and 4:10.  I finish 170 of 214, and 5 of 5 - DFL- in my age group. I gained two places in the second loop. On the other hand, I'm the oldest finisher.

Swag: Medal, Bib, Growler, Full-Zipper Shirt

North Face Endurance Challenge DC - April 27, 2019

No linear race report this time - just vignettes and pictures. If you want to know what the course is like, see my reports on the 2012 and 2013 North Face Mid-Atlantic 50Ks, and the 2014 North Face Mid-Atlantic 50M. Same race, same course, different name. The map is here, on pages 4 and 5.

What's a Fella to Wear?

Runners generally, and trail and ultrarunners in particular, obsess over what to wear and carry. What's the course surface (rocks, roots, sand, mud, etc.) and elevation (steep or rolling hills)?  How far apart are the aid stations? What time is sunrise and sunset? What's the terrain (shaded forest, open meadows, treeless desert?)?  What's the weather (hot, cold, humid, windy, afternoon storms?) Are there drop bags allowed?

Crunch the data and decide: long or short sleeve shirt (or more than one); tights or shorts; hat, visor, neither; gloves; buff; gaiters, headlamp; handheld bottle or bladder; gels or other nutrition (and how many); sunscreen or lip balm; salt tablets and ibuprofen; tissues; handkerchief.

Ready to start

A wet spring and rain on Friday assures that the course will be wet, so gaiters to keep the mud out of the shoes.  Cool temperatures to start suggest a long sleeved shirt; sleeves can be pulled up as the day warms up.  Running vest and bladder are a no-brainer to carry nutrition and adequate supplies of liquid.  The relatively cool temperatures and breezes mean it won't feel too warm to wear it. 

Tights are a closer matter. The temperature generally weighs against them, as after an hour or so it will be warm. But I live in dread of ticks and poison ivy, and the course has both, at least when I previously ran it in June.  The switch to an April date means the grass won't be so high in some of the fields so there is less chance of ticks, and the poison ivy will have had two fewer months to grow. But the tights will provide warmth in the beginning and protection from those things I dread, so I go with them.  I figure I can take them off during the race if need be - I wear shorts over them.  Besides, the Eric Clifton-made jester tights always garner compliments.

Mud? We Laugh at the Mud!
A bit of rain Friday and Friday night promises to leave the course soggy on Saturday, and sure enough, the start of the race at 7 a.m. has use stepping through soggy grass around the soccer field at the start used to spread out the field and plodding through mud in the early going.

Bluebells along the Potowmack Canal (mile 4)

But after the mudfest that was Seneca Greenway Trail Marathon and 50K in March Emaad and I don't find the course particularly troubling.  I urge the more cautious runners around us to just run through it: "You're going to get wet and muddy today, so go ahead and get it over with now. Remember all those times your mother told you to stay out of the mud? Well today you get to play in it."

After a few miles of somewhat muddy conditions, the partly sunny day and breezy conditions work to help dry out the course, although there still is some mud in the last few miles, but less than was there when we were outbound in the morning.

Rookies

In Riverbend Park (mile 21)

"Congratulations on your finish," I say to Sara, "Now you are no longer a [is there the slightest hesitation in my voice? Does she notice it?] rookie."  Although I ran the 50K race and she ran the marathon, we leapfrog each other the last 8 or 9 miles and I chat with her during times we are running together.  Not only is this her first trail marathon, it is her first marathon on any surface and I provide morale support and practical advice as we run along. She tells her non-running boy friend that my support helped her to the finish.

For some reason, this race attracts what seems to be a large numbers of first timers, for all its distances. It is very well organized, and the course is just challenging enough with some short but steep climbs along with its single track. The switch to April from its original June date means its less likely (but not impossible) to be brutally hot or humid, or both. And the addition of the Fraser aid station eliminates what used to be a 7 mile stretch without aid.

A few miles in I catch up to a runner and ask him if it is his first ultra. He replies in the affirmative.  He is running without a water bottle or any form of nutrition, flashing red clues that he has never done one before.  He says that with aid stations only 3 to 4 miles apart he will be OK.  I don't argue with him, but after a bit of leapfrogging he soon falls behind and we last see him in the loop in Great Falls Park, where he is probably a few miles behind even our leisurely pace.  And I don't see him at the finish, even though we hang out there awhile.

Emaad on boardwalk in Great Falls  (mile 18)

Somewhere between the Carwood and Frasier aid stations (around mile 23) I get passed by three young men. Two are wearing Navy-themed shirts, the third is bare chested. I complement one for the slogan on the back of his shirt: "If you want to go far, run with someone. If you want to go fast, run alone." I salute them with a "Go Navy" and get a "Beat Army" in return. We leap frog a bit but they are generally faster and soon disappear from sight.  

Awhile later I catch up to them. The shirtless runner is sitting on the ground rubbing his thigh. I ask him if he is cramping and he replies in the affirmative.  I give him a salt tablet, but he doesn't have anything to drink with it (none of them do; clearly first-time ultrarunners). I offer a drink from my pack, but he hesitates. Hold out your collapsible cup (the race is cupless - no paper cups at the aid stations, but every runner received a nice six ounce flexible cup to carry along) I instruct, and I fill it from the hose on my pack.

Great Falls Gorge Overlook (mile 19)

Later on, they will catch up and pass me individually.  As the last of the shirted runners goes by, he says, "I've got to catch up with Crampy," - a nickname earned and deserved.

"Rookie" was almost not the word I said to Sara. Ultrarunners refer to first timers as "virgins." But maybe that's socially incorrect (especially with someone you only met on a trail) particularly with her boy friend next to her. 

Dean Karnazes

At about mile seven a runner comes up on Emaad and me.  Emaad says "Hi, Dean," and as he does I recognize that the runner is legendary ultrarunner, race organizer and author Dean Karnazes.  His 2006 best seller, Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner, made him famous and popularized the sport - if you consider a sport whose largest events do not attract 1000 participants popular. But he is not just a celebrity, he's the real deal, with wins at Badwater 135 miles (2004) and the Vermont 100 milers (2006), and a four top ten finishes at Western States 100.

Remarkably Dean slows down to run with us for the next couple of miles. We chat like all trail runners do, about races we've done and what we have upcoming. Dean is going to Greece in September to run the Spartathlon, a 250K race from Athens to Sparta. He says the hardest part is the first 50 miles from Athens to Corinth, a distance of 50 miles that has a 9:30 cutoff. Apparently he isn't concerned about the 105 miles that follow that.  We tell him of our plans and discuss a 100 miler; he suggests trying a 24-hour race to get a flavor for it.

Dean Karnazes with me (mile 11)

We discuss the Washington pollen (predominately tree pollen at race time) and when I start coughing he offers me a gummy bloc to suck on to stop the coughing.  It works.

We ask if we can take pictures with him and he graciously agrees, so we stop to pose.  After awhile he says that while he would rather be running, he needs to get back to the start/finish in time to give out awards at 2 p.m. and takes off.  I guess that he ran the marathon distance between his duties at the start of the races and the awards ceremony.

How Old?

When we finish I go and check the results in the off chance I've won my age group, 65+.  The real time results show that I'm 3 of 3 so  that's that.  The next day I scan the complete results to see where I stood. One runner finished after me and the results have me listed as 3 of 4.  I search for the two ahead of me. The second place finisher is 66 and an hour ahead of me. I keep scrolling upward for the first place finisher and finally find him finishing 40th overall (35th male) about two and a half hours ahead of me. But what is most remarkable that his age is listed as 118.

I send an email to the timer: "I'm used to being beaten by people in my age group (65+), but not by the world's oldest man" identifying the unbelievable speed of the centenarian.  I n a few hours I get a response: "Ha...good catch :) This must have imported incorrectly, his birthday was entered in as born in 1901." Turns out he was 30, not 118, so I wound up 2 of 3.

Finish Details

Emaad and I run the last few miles together. At the finish we retrieve our drop bags, change shirts and go to get our post race meal.  Rather than have a meal line like in the previous years I did the race, there are four food trucks - pizza, fried fish/BBQ, halal and kabobs - each offering a number of offerings for your ticket.  I elect BBQ ribs while Emaad goes for the lamb and rice from the halal truck.  We take our food to the beer area and redeem our beer coupons for the offerings from Sierra Nevada. Then we buy a second beer to drink while talking to a husband and wife who (of course!) just finished their first 50K. He has done triathlons, and says this was harder. Leaving the beer garden I pick up a Sierra Nevada pen and Hop-N-Mint lip balm.

Swag: Shirt, Medal, Bib, Collapsible Cup, Finisher's Bottle, Pen, Lip Balm.

Seneca Creek Greenway Trail Marathon - March 2, 2019

Preview
The good news - it's not raining on Saturday.  The bad news - the ground has been saturated for a month and it rained on Friday.  The takeaway - the Seneca Creek Greenway Trail Marathon & 50K promises to be a mudfest.  It will be a promise fulfilled.

Starting Out

Staying warm pre-race
(Photo by E. Burki)

I pick up Emaad and we drive the short distance to the park. After the inevitable, but brief, discussion of what to put in a drop bag, how many layers may be necessary, and other clothing choices, we walk the quarter mile or so from where we parked by the side of the road to the start where we pick up our bibs.  We go into the picnic pavilion where the post-race food and refreshments will be served and keep warm by the fireplace and propane space heaters.

We walk back to the start, exchange greetings with Don, Michele and Glenn, and others that we know. Someone sings the National Anthem and we are off down the park road, past the park cars for the turn onto the southbound trail.

Well-placed near the back-of-the-pack we are assured of a trail that where it is muddy, is well churned into a slippery brown amorphous mess.

Mud

The section of the Greenway Trail south- (or outbound) south of Riffle Ford Road and to Germantown Road stays in the bottomland near the creek and accordingly is particularly muddy. Michele splashes straight through the muck, explaining that trying to avoid it by running on the edges risks slipping of those sloped surfaces. There is great deal of logic to this, but nevertheless I try my best to stay out of that part of the mud. 

Glen, Emaad and I approaching Riffle Ford Road
(Photo by T. Bryant)

On the other side of Germantown Road the trail veers away from the creek to climb onto a ridge, until dropping down next to the creek approaching Black Rock Road at Black Rock Mill.  From there it is less than two miles to the aid station at Route 28 (mile 7.3) after another ridge climb through a pine grove.  We tell Don that since he us running the race we miss him being the aid station director for his particularly witty food themes and signs leading to the aid station. (See my report on the 2012 race for examples.)

More Mud
After getting the usual potato chips and cookies I head across the bridge to get to the Seneca Bluffs Trail to continue south.  By now, Emaad, Glen, Michele, Don and I are pretty much traveling together, sometimes leapfrogging each other or falling behind.  We are joined by Stephanie and Jon. We are not pack of young wolves. More like a gray wolf pack. Our average age is over 59. But we are still out here, playing in the mud.

One might suspect that the ridge trail, away from the creek would not be too muddy, but that is often not the case. The trail is on the side of the ridge, so drainage and seepage from the higher parts create plenty of water to make mud and there are a few places where intermittent streams contain water.

Cold Water

Approaching Dry Seneca Creek
(photo by E. Burki)

And then, after a particularly muddy stretch we crest a small rise, and make a left turn to the banks of the ironically named Dry Seneca Creek.  Perhaps when the creek was named in the 19th century it would get dry, but acres of paved surface from roads and development assure that there is water for it year-round. And Friday's rain has it full and fast flowing.

As we all stop to watch runners ahead crossing the creek, and get mentally prepared for it, I borrow a trekking pole from Stephanie to steady myself.  With my other hand I hold onto Michele for mutual support.  The water is just over my knee and moving swiftly. It is turbid and hard to tell what the footing is like from step to step. The trekking pole is useful for probing the way across.

Meanwhile Emaad is crossing while he is taking a selfie video of his crossing.  He slips but recovers. Don puts large trash bags on each leg but the water overtops the bags and he crosses the stream dragging the water-filled bags to the other side. He empties the bags on the other side.

The good part of the water crossing is that the mud has been wiped from our shoes, but the price we pay is how cold are feet are.  Don takes off, telling me that he has to run fast because of how cold his feet are.  He has a change of shoes and socks awaiting him in his drop bag at the Berryville aid station a mile or two ahead.

When Emaad and I reach River Road at mile 14, he says his sock has gotten creased under his toes and he sits to adjust it.  When he takes his shoe off there is nothing the matter with the sock.  Instead, there is a ball of mud under his toes.  He removes it and the problem is resolved.

Aid and More Aid

Emaad fords Hookers Branch (mile 15)

We cross over Seneca Creek on the River Road bridge and head up Seneca Road to the trail head for the Seneca Greenway Trail to go north.  Just before reaching it we come to a very unofficial aid station.  An organized runners group, which shall go unnamed to protect the not-innocent, is grilling quesadillas, and has the usual runner's choices of cookies and salty items.  But they are also offering beer, and for the cold, adventuresome or daring, liquor.  Later Don tells how he took advantage of the aid to warm his cold, numb toes with rum & coke and a beer chaser. I pass up the opportunity.

Chocolate-covered bacon 

at Berryville AS (mile 15)

After about a mile of up and down we come to Hookers Creek.  It isn't anywhere as high as Dry Seneca Creek.  I try to put plastic newspaper bags over my shoes, but they are too small to fit.  (Next time, try them on beforehand.) I pick a course over some rocks and shoals and manage to keep one foot dry.  Emaad, knowing he has dry shoes at the aid station 100 yards, ahead charges across the stream.

The Berryville Aid Station is well stocked, and in particular has chocolate-covered bacon.

Don and Emaad change shoes and socks, but I elect to keep going with my muddy ones.  As the next stretch runs along the creek,  mud is inevitable.

Sure enough, it is.  I'm starting to feel a bit weary from the slip-sliding in the slop. Emaad catches up to me good naturedly complaining that I had left him behind. On the other hand, he didn't have much trouble catching me.

Relentless Forward Progress (aka Death March)
We go on, through mud, slipping and sliding.  At one point there is a small rivulet to cross but I slip down the bank and wind up sitting on the sloppy bank.

The iconic deer skulls with holiday caps.

Soon enough we get back to the Route 28 aid station (mile 19.5). Emaad is waiting for a grilled cheese but I walk on ahead, having caught up to Michele.  I keep walking, Michele goes on ahead, and Emaad finally catches me at Black Rock Mill where we head onto the Seneca Ridge Trail. The 7.3 mile stretch between the Route 28 and Riffle Ford Road aid stations is seemingly interminable, with plenty of up and down.  We are pretty much alone and we trudge along, stopping to examine the deer skull display that has been trail side for years. (See the 2014 report for an picture of fewer of them at the time.)

A Choice Denied
As we plod along we debate our chances of making it to the decision point at mile 27.7 by the cutoff time. This is the time where one can either run about a quarter mile or so to the finish for the marathon (actually about 28 miles, not the traditional 26.2 mile marathon distance) or go around Clopper Lake for another 3 or 4 miles for the 50K.

Typical footing

Neither of us can remember what is the cutoff time, however.  We face an existential question - if we make it in our state, do we really want to spend another hour circling the lake in the mud? On the other hand, we don't want to have quitter's regret the next day. If we miss the cutoff, the decision is out of our hands.  We try to recall the cutoff time but cannot agree.  But what we do agree on is that we are increasingly unlikely to make it.

Finally we reach the Riffle Ford aid station, and volunteers tell us that we have missed the cutoff ahead. Actually, it isn't even a close call. We are at least 25 minutes late.  When we reach the decision in a half mile, volunteers point us toward the finish. They get no argument from us.

Finishes
There are 119 50K and 115 marathon finishers. I finish in 7:56:22; Emaad is 8 seconds ahead of me. It was a tough day under hard conditions.  In February I was 75 minutes faster at the longer Pemberton Trail 50K.

Don makes the cutoff by 3 minutes and finishes the 50K in 8:39:50. Stephanie and Jon miss the cutoff by 5 minutes but the volunteers tell them they can go on anyway.  They decline, as they are giving a marathon runner a ride home and don't want to force her to wait for them and finish in 7:35:05. Michele finishes the marathon in 7:43:39 and Glen comes in at 8:28:19.

At the finish
(Photo by B. Jacobs)

Colby examines the swag:
Car magnet, plastic mug, bib

Pemberton Trails 50K - February 9, 2019

Preparations

Emaad and I fly to Phoenix on Thursday evening for Saturday's Pemberton Trail 50K/25K. Our flight is delayed about an hour and it is a bit of a bumpy ride, but not too bad - although one passenger seems disturbed enough by it that there is a request for a "doctor on board" by the flight attendants.  Things calm down enough that there is no need to divert for a medical emergency.

We go to pick up our rental car, and upon walking to the assigned parking spot, find our intermediate car already occupied and getting ready to be driven away. Back at the counter the clerk asks us if a Camaro would be OK. Like dogs offered a bone we say yes before she can change her mind. Getting to the car is a bonus - it's a convertible! On the down side, there is next to no trunk space and the rear seats are seats in name only.

On the Dixie Mine Trail

Friday morning we go for a run on the Dixie Mine Trail in McDowell Mountain Regional Park, the same area we will run on Saturday, but an entirely different trail. To get to the trailhead, we park in a parking area outside a gated community of $1.2 million+ houses, and follow the signs ("visitors, stay on the sidewalk") to the beginning of the trail.  It's rolling hills with fine views and only a few users.

Friday afternoon we wander about Old Town Scottsdale, ending up in the Goldwater Brewing Company.The beer is good and the patrons and staff friendly. We head to Sara's house to meet her and her friend Corina so we can head out for food and libations. She assures us that Corina is not an imaginary friend, as she frequently has promised to introduce us to her, but Corina was never available.

This time, though, Corina is there and we pile into Sara's car (the Camaro lacking space) and go to Loco Patron Brewery in time (barely) for happy hour. We share a number of appetizers: braised cauliflower, nachos, a giant pretzel and a couple of others.  Emaad and Sara share a pitcher (or two) of beer. I share a pitcher of margaritas with Corina. That's pretty good pre-race loading! After eating and drinking our fill we drop Corina off, return to Sara's for a brief visit, and return to our hotel in Fountain Hills.

Heroic pose at the start from the three friends

Race Day - First Loop
Both races start at the same time and place in McDowell Mountain Regional Park. It's only about a 20 minute drive from our hotel to the race start, and since it is a small event (about 130 runners total) everyone gets to park within 100 yards of the start/finish line.  We get our bibs, return to the car for last minute preparations and then meet up with Sara.

Sara checks Emaad's (hydration system ) nipples

The temperature is in the mid to upper 30s at the 0700 start, so I decide to go with long and short sleeve shirts, a buff for my neck, gloves and a hat but shorts. Since I'll be running two loops I'll get back to my drop bag halfway through and can jettison anything that I no longer need.

Sara and Emaad and doing the one loop for the 25K but we all plan to run together, unless someone feels speedy or slow.

The race starts on time and we are off on the wide Pemberton Trail.  It is popular with mountain bikers and is mostly wide enough for bikes to pass in each direction, although there are some short stretches of single track.

By the end of the first mile we are greeting with a beautiful sunrise that drenches the mountains and desert in a golden hue. And as the sun rises so does the temperature and it isn't long before the gloves and buff come off. The sky stays a bit overcast so throughout the day temperatures don't get out of the low 60s, making for pleasant running conditions.

Sunrise at Mile 1
(Photo by E. Burki)

The three of us enjoy the day, stopping to take pictures,  chatting about all sorts of things, and running a comfortable pace.  For some reason I have to stop four times to use the bushes, of which there are not many.  The course is gently rolling, with a gradual uphill the first third, mostly next flat the second third, and gently downhill the final third of what is a long loop in the part.  There are two aid stations, at about mile 5 and mile 11 of the 15.5 mile loop.  There is a sign announcing that the second aid station is "just ahead" but we start to wonder if we have gone off course when we don't get to it.  Finally we see it, refuel and run the rest of the loop to the start finish.

Around mile 4

Loop Two
We finish the first 15.5ish mile loop (it is a trail run; if you want precise distance, go run on roads) in 3:13. I bid goodbye to Emaad and Sara, dispose of my long sleeve shirt and gloves in my drop bag and discover that I have lost my buff (from the 2015 Madrid Marathon). I figure I may find it on the second loop.

On my own now, it's time for me to find some runners to join and chat with.  Within the first couple of miles I come upon Becky and Lexie. They are local runners  running their second Pemberton Trails 50K. When they look back to see me I repeat one of my favorite lines from Satchel Paige, "Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you."

A beat passes. "You don't know who Satchel Paige is, do you?" I ask.

The 32- and 28-year old pair reply in the negative.

Stay on Pemberton. Dixie Mine Trail was so yesterday.

 I tell them the story of the fabled Negro League pitcher who finally got to pitch in the Major Leagues in 1948 and who was inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1971.

We run along together for awhile but I start to lag behind and then stop to take pictures. I can see them ahead, but it is pretty clear to me that I won't be catching them.

Shortly thereafter, before getting to the first aid station, I get passed first by one, then by a second, and finally a third, runner, going at a blistering pace.  A little ways ahead they slow to a walk and I catch up with them.

Looking east from the Pemberton Trail.

Rob, Carter and Grant are cross-fit athletes running their first ultra. The latter two are in their early 20s while Rob is the 38-year old owner of a gym.  They are executing a run a half-mile, walk a quarter mile plan.  The two younger runners are fast and walk slowly while waiting for Rob to catch up. In the meantime, my steady plodding pace allows me to catch them during their walks.  I joke that I'm the tortoise to their hares.

Once they find out that I've run ultras before they start to ask questions, particularly what to eat at aid stations. As I take each item, I tell them, "Some Pringles, a couple of chocolate chip cookies and some M&Ms. Take them and go."

Jackass Junction

They linger a bit, but soon enough jet past me, and we resume our leapfrogging, but it seems that they are gradually getting ahead on each cycle.

I pause at Jackass Junction, a shelter with a bicycle tool repair station. A friendly rider agrees to take my picture.

A bit further along I come across a runner whose stopped by the side of the trail.  I ask and he tells me that he is cramping up and not doing well.  I offer him salt capsules and he takes two.

Brittlebrush

By then I'm thinking that I can finish in under 7 hours.  It's my stretch goal, with a 7:15 -7:30 finish my base goal. But having run the first loop in 3:13 has me well positioned. I am only six minutes slower the second time on the stretch between the start line and the first aid station. Now I'm looking for the sign for the second aid station. But it is nowhere in sight.  I'm feeling that I'm losing a lot of time in the second section to the second aid station. Finally I spot the sign and shortly thereafter the aid station. Someone had moved the sign closer to the aid station.

Broad trail easily shared with mountain bikers.

At the aid station I catch up to Rob, Carter and Grant. I'm getting excited about finishing in under 7. I'm only 8 minutes slower the second time over the segment between the first and second aid station, and I know that the final segment to the finish is gently downhill and eminently runnable.

"Horse smells the barn!" I say as I pass Carter and Grant on one of our leapfrogging cycles.  "What's that mean?" they ask. I explain.

In another cycle I get to repeat the Satchel Paige line, and then give the Satchel Paige history lesson.

Lupine?

I'm feeling pretty good. After all, if a marathon is just a 10K following a 20-mile warm-up, then a 50K is just a 5-miler following a marathon warm-up. I'm even thinking I can negative split the final segment.

A male runner goes by in the opposite direction wearing a pink knit pussy hat.  One of my trio of leap-frogging trail friends notes it but in a way that clearly indicates he has no idea of its backstory.  Neither do the others. They want to know the meaning, but it presents a delicate moment. Politics is often a topic best left off the trail, especially with new-found friends, particularly ones who you don't know their beliefs. I explain the derivation of the hat as factually and as neutrally as I can. The instructional moment over, all of us get back to running.

With less than a mile to go, I realize that sub-7 hours is assured and I back off a bit. And maybe I'm getting a bit tired. Grant and Carter slow down until Rob catches up with them and they take off  in another of their tempo splits.

Finish and Results

At the finish

I cross the line in 6:41:05, good for 57 of 69 overall; 34 of 40 male; and 4 of 5 in my age group.  I'm the oldest finisher (by four years!). Rob, Carter and Grant finish two minutes ahead of me, with Becky and Lexie 30 seconds behind them.  I'm five seconds short of negative splitting the last segment, but that's not significant. The race director hands me the finishers' award - a first - a pen.

I get the next-to-last slice of - now cold - pizza. I pass on having a Bud Light. The cramping runner finises and thanks me for the salt tablets. He gets the last slice of cold pizza. Emaad returns to pick me up and after a shower we go to a near-by sports bar for a beer. After the beer, he gets a cup of coffee.  I celebrate my finish by adding a shot of Southern Comfort.

It's a good day for women runners. Canadian Ailsa Macdonald wins the race outright, setting a new woman's course record by nearly six minutes, while beating last year's winner and the first male, Justin Lutick, by 17 minutes. Women take eight of the top 13 places overall. Seven women finish under five hours; only five men do.

Swag: Shirt, bib, finisher's pen and
 piece of quartz from the trail.

Rosaryville Veterans' Day 50K - November 10, 2018

Emaad shows up at my door on time, I drive up the block and we pick up Gayatri for the uneventful drive to Rosaryville State Park for the eponymously named Rosaryville Veterans Day 50K put on by the Annapolis Striders.

This is Emaad’s first Rosaryville race, but Gayatri and I are both distinguished veterans – of the race that is. It is her fourth Rosaryville, which includes an age group win, and my seventh, with two age group wins.

As always, bib pick-up is easy, and we get our obligatory Rosaryville runner’s premium, a hat. We fiddle about with what to put in our drop bags, which we will get to at the end of the first and second of the three loops of the course.

After a nice a capella rendition of the National Anthem we walk the few yards to the start, and at 8 a.m. we are sent off on a cool morning.

First Lap
Emaad and are well toward the rear of the approximately 140 starters, and in no hurry. After about three quarters of a mile on the paved park road, we turn onto the perimeter trail to begin our first loop.

About to start

I run with Emaad for a couple of miles and then decide that the pace is slower than I’m comfortable with so I go on. I fall in with a woman and we get to chatting as is usual the case in ultras, particularly toward the back of the pack. It is her first ultra and one of her first trail runs.  But it turns out that she is no rookie when it comes to endurance events – she is an Ironman (Ironwoman?) competitor. She explains to me the strategies and her experiences of the swim and the rules governing wet suits. She tells me the rules governing drafting during the bicycling phase and how they don’t really apply when there is the equivalent of a peloton. She plans to go back to the Virgin Islands for an ironman in January. It is unfinished business, as she DNF’d at it a year or two ago.  She describes how the bike part of the race is hard, as it goes uphill and then gets steeper and steeper at each switchback.  When to get off the bike to walk up the steeper hills is an important consideration, because waiting too long does not provide enough time to unclip the cycling shoe before the bicycle falls over.

The "abandoned aid station" in the first half of the loop

At one point I trip and tumble over, but execute a nice 360 degree roll to the right and suffer no injury.

Cross the Bridge
(photo by Jon Valentine)

We go thru the first aid station in 1:05. It’s about midway through the loop and I figure that a good pace will be to add about 5 minutes to each segment.  Rain a couple of days before affected the footing on the course but has raised the water levels in the two streams on the course. The first is easy enough to cross with no problem but the second has no place for much of a running start and a steep muddy bank on the other side. I wind up stepping in the cold water. After a few seconds of reflection I shake off any negative thoughts about it, knowing that it will dry out in a bit.

At the mid-loop aid station manned by Middie volunteers. Go Navy!

Second Lap
I pass through the aid station at the end of the first loop in 1:07 from the first aid station. I’m pleased that I’m pretty much on target timewise.  I refill my bottle, decide to skip a visit to my drop bag and quickly go on my way.
I catch up with experienced ultrarunner Caroline, who has nearly 200 ultras to her credit, including July’s Vermont 100 miler.  She is always upbeat and seems most cheerful when on the course. We run along together chatting amicably. And surprisingly we reach the midway aid station in 1:03. I get a pierogi and a refill. That’s a pleasant surprise and we go on.

This loop I navigate the stream crossing with no problem and get to the aid station in 1:14. I get some potato chips and cookies, then decide that I need to use the portapotty. This is definitely sub-optimal sequencing, but I manage a balancing act. Then I go to my drop bag to discard my hat and gloves.

Third Loop
I head out to catch up with Caroline. As I do I start to get an idea. It’s more like a message in fact. My watch indicates that I got thru the first two loops in 4:29. So maybe, a voice tells me, I can finish in under seven hours. I try to do the arithmetic but I can’t get it to compute.  Instead, I decide that 1:10 to the final aid station is what I need. Given that the last segment was 1:14 that may be ambitious. I kick up the pace tell Caroline as I pass that I’m on a mission from God.  I repeat the line as I pass several other runners. Getting to the aid station in 1:03 affirms that I’ve got a chance.
And then, confusion brings me to a halt. There is a tree down across the trail. No tree was there in the first or second loop and I stop thinking that I’ve gone off course. I look back to see if I can spot ribbons marking the course and start to backtrack. Another runner comes along and assures me and a couple of more runners that we are going the right way, and that the winds during the day have brought the tree down.

Rusting farm equipment in the second half of the loop

At the stream crossing I avoid the water but step in the mud on the other side. A runner passes by just splashing through the water, and I congratulate him on making the better choice.

At the end of the loop I chirp a “Go Navy” to the midshipmen directing the runners left onto the road to the finish. They respond with the appropriate “Beat Army.”

The "Scary Baby on a Bike" shrine

The final three quarters of a mile is up the same road that we started off on. But it is mostly a long uphill and even though it is not particularly steep it is uphill and feels more uphill than it felt downhill at the start of the race. Having looked at my watch I know that I can walk it in if I need to – and I walk most of the way. But on the final fifty yards, uphill of course, I toss my bottle away and run to and across the finish.

My seventh RVD50K finish
(photo by Jon Valentine)

One of the finish line workers gives me my finisher’s medal and says she thinks I’m the first in my age group to cross the line.  I’m a bit surprised but that sounds like unexpected good news. Race director Tom comes up to me and asks if I’m Robert Gensler. I tell him who I am and he then recognizes me from my previous finishers. Robert was the age group winner, a comfortable 28 minutes ahead of me.

Swag: Hat, medal and bib

End Details
I spot Gayatri in the pavilion at the finish. She dropped after two laps.  I walk to the next parking lot and bring the car back while we wait for Emaad to finish. He finishes in 7:23. Caroline, who finished in 7:07, joins us and we carpool to Bojangles for the traditional post-Rosaryville meal.

I finish in 6:50:12, 2 of 3 in my age group, 63 of 77 males and 104 of 137 overall.

Seven years worth of Rosaryville hats