My journey into trail/ultra running has been at times... hard. Not hard in the sense of the endless hours I've spent gallivanting down root covered single track... or the thousands of miles I've frolicked through the thick, humid southern woods. No... you see that's the easy part. The hard part for me has been the internal battle... do I keep it adventurous... or transition into competing? This all stems from a silly round ball I picked up as a kid...
Yep that's me during an interview at the College World Series... University of Montevallo... NCAA Div II All American closing pitcher... tattooless and clean cut... hard to believe eh?
If you are wondering about the interview picture and why I have ice on my left shoulder and not my right... it's because I struck out the last guy to clench the Regional series in Texas to take our team to the World Series... and I ended up on the bottom of the dog pile... to this day my shoulder still goes in and out of place... thanks for that one guys... :)
I've been part of a team my entire life. Baseball and basketball are team sports. Don't get it twisted... trail running and ultra running are just as much team sports as the above... you've got crews, pacers, family, friends, and running groups... all there to support you. However... the main difference? In the end... it's only you out there. No one makes you get up, stumble around the house in the dark to scrounge up a cup of coffee... all the while praying that you have headlamp somewhere in the car. You are the one that has to muster up the strength to step out into that cold or humid weather and knock out the miles.
Here's a brief recap of this past year's races:
Black Warrior 50k - 5:22
GA Death Race 100k - 18:55
No Limits 5k - 19:40
Sweetwater 50K - 5:53
Cruel Jewel 56m - 15:20 (1st overall)
Silver Rush 50 - 9:57 (50m PR)
Still Hollow 1/2 - 1:48
Stumpjump 50k - 6:04
Ruffner 21k - 2:21
Pitchell 100k - 18:48
Cyclocross 5k - :23 (1st overall)
Bearly Ultra 27m - 4:28 (2nd overall)
I raced a pretty good bit... probably could have raced more... but instead, I decided on more weekend adventures! What doesn't show in the race list is all the sunrises and sunsets I caught, the wonderful moments I spent with my closest friend on the trails, the week long Gatlinburg vacation with my wife, parents, sister and her family where I threw down close to 70+miles, the Gatlinburg Mancation that I took last month, or the +6hr Pinhoti adventure where we ended up being saved by Boys Scouts with a water filter...
It's so hard to compare racing and adventure runs... both have something special about them. Usually, there is a story or memory surrounding the race that was more meaningful than the actual race itself.
The GA Death Race:
This was my first 100k. I didn't know what to expect. I finished, but what I remember most about this trip was the training runs with my buddy Steve...
looking at elevation charts in the Hiker Hostel with Willy, the last 20miles that I walked with a retired Army Ranger... leap frogging the entire day with a newly required friend Angela... meeting tons of people that I would stay in contact with over the course of the year. Yea... it was awesome to finish that hard of a race, but it was the journey that I remember most.... well... and the bacon grilled cheese at mile 47... yea... mostly just the bacon.
Fun race... I officially met my ultra running friend Cecilia for the first time... but what I remember most was setting up camp next to an RV in an otherwise empty Wal Mart parking lot, and freezing my butt off as I walked inside to fulfill my Twizzler and chocolate milk cravings (I may have been pregnant at the time...).
Cruel Jewel 56:
This was my first official ultra win. What I remember most is being told by a doctor that I had walking pneumonia a week before the race, leaving later than expected to get to our campsite (thanks for arresting someone Chuck...), and instead staying in a sketchy motel... (I find myself in some pretty sketch places...)
I also remember emails of support right before sunset and getting a text from Chuck at 6am... well it was really a message from Angela reading "Hurry your ass up! You're winning!"
And why yes... that is a beer in my hand at 7am... wanna fight about it?
This was my first trip out West. Leadville is beautiful. What I remember most? It wasn't my 50m PR...
But a few other things...
1) One of my best friends completing his first 10k in Denver
2) Throwing down 12 miles on Green Mt the day before Leadville and watching an amazing lightning storm from the summit...
Still Hollow 1/2:
The race was meh.
Not a very interesting course, but that's not what I remember. I remember meeting Erin and Salomon runner Greg Hexum at the hostel...
going on an additional 13m run on the StumpJump course after the race and hitting downtown Chattanooga with Greg and maybe having a few too many brews :)
Just amazing. Probably the best and most adventurous weekend of my life... (if you want to know more about this experience look back to previous posts)
So that brings us here. The end of 2013. I can honestly say I took a completely different approach to trail running this past year. In 2012 I was caught up in the amount of miles I was putting in, which lead to injuries and frustration. This year I decided to concentrate on getting as much time outside and time on my feet as possible. So after the Death Race... I stopped "training." I just ran. I followed a simple routine. I ran just as far as I felt like running. If I felt like running hard... I ran hard... if I felt like running an hour... I ran an hour... if it was 4hrs... I ran 4... if I didn't feel like running... I didn't. I signed up for races that looked extremely hard and just did them. I did my best to taper for said races... fail. Nothing changed in my routine. I tried to run long at least twice a month (20-35mile runs) with just a bunch of enjoyable running in between. And you want to know something? I found myself enjoying day to day running so much more.
With no set training schedule and no expectations... I was always simply running in the moment. The sunrises were brighter, the sunsets were sweeter, the post brews more delicious... everything clicked and made sense. For me... this is trail running.
I'm going into 2014 with zero race plans at the moment. I have a few in mind, but nothing is set in stone. I'll probably keep with the hippyish, free spirited, adventure seeking type of trail running I did this past year and just race hard when I feel the need. But still... there's a little part of me that wants to buckle down and compete.
So for now... I will continue to run and live my life the only way I know how...
"If I ever told anyone about my life, they would think I made it up, like fiction."
No matter what it may be... just go all out in 2014. Try new things... push yourself to a different level... enjoy every moment!