First Marathon Redux April 30, 2011

 My first marathon was the Derby Festival Marathon in Louisville, KY in 2009.  I had planned to do it again in 2010 but my husband having shoulder surgery put a stop to my plans.  So I was excited to see if I could improve on my time from 2009-  I barely made the cut off then.  I was looking forward to a rematch, that was until I found out they made some course changes.  So although, it wouldn't be the same course, it was still 26.2 miles for me to get through.
  I rode to the race with my co worker's husband, Dale.  My husband was going to pick me up after the race.  My stepson and his fiancee' was flying in from California today and we had plans for lunch after the race with them.

  The morning was beautiful and Dale and I lined up in our correct corrals.  Which I noticed many people weren't where they were suppose to be.  While waiting for the start, the balloon race was also going on.  The ballons dotted the morning sky.  Beautiful...

  My plan was to run for 30 minutes before switching to a 9/1 run/walk combination.  It went okay, but could've been better.

  I proceeded to walk longer periods.  Eventually I came upon the finish line.  I crossed at 5:10:57 (my chip time was 5:02:45).  So I beat 2009 by about an hour and I almost broke 5 hours.
New goal for next year!

THE Barkley Marathons April 2, 2011

After another flurry of emails and DNF'ing at the Barkley Book Set Out, I really wanted to see the actual race.  Having read frozen Ed's book.  I wanted to smell the raw chickens cooking (or not) and hear the sound of taps.  So I managed to get my schedule worked out and was able to get on the road to hopefully get me to Frozen Head State Park Friday night around eleven.  I had the bus packed and was going to use it as my tent for the weekend.  I was slowed down a little bit going through rush hour traffic in Louisville, but otherwise seemed to be sailing along just fine.  That was until I got about an hour or so away from the park.  That is when the rain came.  I stopped to fill up the bus and lost some time waiting in line for the pump.  When I got back on the road it seemed to have slowed down some, or so I thought.  Then the hail came.  It came so fast it quickly covered the road.  You could not see the shoulder and everyone slowed way down.  I lost about 45 minutes in all through that storm.  Eventually, it cleared and I was once again on my way.  I finally was at the road that leads to the park entrance.  I had just passed the prison when a police car came up behind me with his lights flashing.  I quickly pulled over trying to remember what the speed limit was and if I was speeding.  Yeah!  He went on past me.  Then I became a little worried because I knew that the road ended at the park or so I had thought.  I eventually came upon the park entrance and flashing lights.  There was an ambulance and cop cars.  I pulled to a stop behind a pick up truck that was also waiting to get in.  I hoped it wasn't a runner.  I was hinted to that I needed to be at the park before midnight or risk missing the start.  It was only about 15 minutes before midnight.  One of the park employees came back and apologized and said they were waiting to tow a car.  That they would have us through in no time.  I thanked him and decided to go ahead and dig out my light.  The driver of the truck also got out and it was one of the runners, Byron Backer.  He said Laz had always teased that there would be a midnight start and he thought he'd check his packs one more time.  In what felt like forever, the rangers finally let us through.  I followed Byron but turned off into a parking area where the ranger said I could park.  I got out of the bus and as I was walking up the hill, I heard it.  Very faint but I had heard the conch shell blow.  OMGosh...the runners have an hour to get ready to start.  I started walking but was unsure how far up the campgrounds actually was and got kind of creeped out.  So I turned back to the bus and drove up to the campgrounds trying to find a place maybe to park.  No such luck.  So I pulled back down into the parking area and walked back up to the campgrounds.  At least I knew I didn't have far to walk this time.  More runners were beginning to stir.  I headed up to where the start is and where Laz was camped out.  They were all giddy with the early morning start.  Apparently, this was the earliest start ever.  The conch blew at 12:07 and I believe they had to blow it again because no one really stirred.  Naresh was there.  He also wanted to witness what we have

 have read and heard all about on the list.  Soon the hour was over and all of the runners had gathered at the yellow gate for Laz to light his cigarette and for the race to begin.  I was glad I wasn't one of them.  I completely missed the lighting of the cigarette and didn't realize it had started until the runners started passing by me.  We stayed up talking and that was when I found out about the snafu at the gate.  Apparently, when Naresh came through about an hour before me, a guy on meth came running naked out of the woods.  He ran and jumped across Naresh's car and then ran up to the visitor's center.  Man was I glad that I got held up by the storm.  If he'd come at the me, I would've turned the bus around and headed straight home.  : )  When I told Laz I was held up because of a hail storm, he was positively giddy.
  Eventually, we all drifted to our vehicles and one of the runner's girlfriend offered to let me pull the bus into the campsite they had.  I was thrilled I wouldn't have to be down there in that parking lot all by myself

  especially after hearing about the naked man.  I pulled the bus in and wondered how my "tent" would hold up and if I would get cold.  Then I wondered if I'd suffocate with lack of oxygen.  A quick call to my husband and I settled down to sleep.  Only to be woken up around 4 am to hail.  Yep, the storm had made its way to Frozen Head.  Those poor runners. No wonder Laz was giddy when he heard about the storm.  It sounded like shotgun blasts inside the bus, but I was glad I was in there and not in a real tent.  I called my husband and told him about it.  It was shaping up to be a good adventure.  Then I had to pee.  Shoot...I did not want to climb out of my cozy blankets but I had to go really bad and I couldn't find a cup.  I had to get out.  The rain had stopped luckily and I was back in the bus in no time and sleeping again. 

  I awoke the next morning and headed back to Laz's campsite with some rolls I had brought for breakfast.  There I met Blake Wood's father and Leonard Martin.  I had fun listening to both of these gentlemen while sitting around the campfire.  Lunch time came and the cooking of the chickens.  I watched Karl prepare the raw chickens and also taste tested them.  I was glad it was Karl cooking and not Laz.  ; )  Apparently I missed the first playing of taps overnight when the first runner dropped.  I didn't have to wait too long for the second playing to be done.  I would hear that song throughout the rest of the day.  I had told one of the runner's that I would crew for him, but since I had arrived so late last night I did not know where his campsite was.  Not too mention I had never crewed for anyone before.  I was trying to decide whether to do some hiking up to the overlook or wait for my runner.  I decided to wait because I would've felt bad if I wasn't there when he came in.  I met Psyche, who was also there crewing for a friend.  Her friend had not come in either.  The cut off for loop one came and went.  Now I was a little worried for Steve and Psyche's runner, Charles.    I'm sure they were having one heck of an adventure.  Finally, about 17 hours after starting,
Steve came in with a punctured elbow that he had gotten fairly early on.  I used the first aid kit out of the bus to try to dress his wound but he really needed to have a doctor look at it.  We spent several minutes looking for a hospital or emergency care center for him to go too.  When he had left, I called my husband and decided I too was going home early.  I said my goodbyes and headed out of the campground.  I could hear the sound of taps being played as I left.  I pretended it was for me, but I knew another runner had just been tapped out.  Another race finished.  Another adventure done.

A runner being tapped out.

0 for 2- Another DNF March 12, 2011

Around one on Friday, my momma and I headed to Grand Rivers, KY, for the Land Between the Lakes races.  I had signed up for the 50 miler 
(my second attempt at this distance) and she was going to visit an old pal from school.  Our trip was pretty uneventful and we made it to Patti's Inn in no time.  We met up with my co worker, Kim, and her husband, Dale- who was also running his first 50 miler.  Mom and I headed to pick up mine and Dale's race packets.  I chatted with the race director, Steve Durbin, for a few minutes before heading across the street to meet with my mom's friend's family and Dale & Kim at Patti's to eat.  We all walked around the shops for a little bit before heading back to the Inn.  I laid out all of my stuff for the next morning and went to bed. 
  The next morning, I woke up and tried to leave without waking my mom.  Her friend was going to pick her up later.  So I was going to drive Dale and myself to the race.  That way Kim had their car to drive to the race later.  Normally, I go to races alone and do not usually have a problem, but when I went out to my car there were some guys in the parking lot that gave me the heebie geebies.  I waited a few minutes for 

Dale, then decided I'd walk inside and see if he was in the lobby.  Few more stares from the creepsters when crossing the parking lot.   Thankfully, Dale was inside and we headed to the race.  We found where we needed to put our drop bags- my first time using a drop bag per se.  Then headed down to the starting line.Spoke with Steve again for a few minutes.  I was kind of looking around for another runner that I had met last year at a race and kept in contact with thru FB.  Funny thing was, while I was looking around for her, Debbie was standing right in front of me.  I didn't even recognize her.  lol  We had a good laugh

over that.      

  Soon after, the race begun.  We headed down the road for about 2 miles before turning onto the trail. The trail was an 11.3 mile loop.  For the 50 miler, I needed to do 4 loops then back on the road to the finish.  By the time we reached the trail head we had spread out some, but I still ending up behind a line of people and because I'm not particularly fast, I just settled in and waited until i could get a chance to go around.  It soon came at an aid station- they stopped, I kept going.  Finally, on my own and running my slow speed.  I felt pretty good.  No pains, quirks or anything.  I knew Debbie was up ahead of me she went around the runners when I hung back.  I eventually got around the loop and came out to where the drop bags were.  Debbie was there also.  I grabbed a few things out of my bag and then headed back out.  Trying not to lose anytime stopping.  Debbie eventually caught up to me and we settled into a good rhythm.  I told her this was my second attempt at a 50 miler (first one was an Owen Putnam State Forest).  She said I'd chosen a hard one.  What?!  I had thought this was a pretty good one for a first time.  I knew she had ran the JFK for her first but that was too far away from me.  Oh well, it didn't seem too bad and there was only 2 small hills that was giving me some trouble.  By the end of the second lap it was starting to get a little warmer and I was starting to get a little slower.  I stopped again at my drop bag and quickly made my way out for the third loop.  I began calculating how long I had before the cut off time.  I didn't think I was going to make it.  I was starting to get a blister on my foot (and I still wasn't sure what to do for them).  lol  I put a bandaid on it and kept going.  I had slowed down greatly and Dale caught up to us.  He was looking strong and hoping to make the cut off.  We headed up the last hill before the end of the loop when trouble for me hit.  i was already upset that I wasn't going to make the cut off and not finish my 50 mile race.  Then I began hyperventilating and ending up using my inhaler.  Debbie and Dale were behind me, so I tried to hide all the conflict going on in front of them.  I knew that I was done.  Even though the gentleman was going to let me keep going, I knew I was done.  He marked my bib as I finished the third loop and headed to the finish line.  Hobbling with the blistered foot and mad at myself.  Again.

   I crossed the finish line for the 60K at 8:32:16.  I did get a buckle but another DNF for a 50 miler.  My mom wasn't there yet because she expected me to come in later in the day.  So I walked in to look at the post race food but wasn't very hungry.  I got my drop bag and fresh clothes and got a ride from Kim and Dale down to the showers.  Dale also didn't finish his first 50 miler.  The race volunteer would not let him go through for his fourth lap.  By the time I had showered and changed, my mom arrived and we were ready to head home.
 I still need to keep training and also figure out what to do with            blisters. As far as the asthma, keeping calm would have helped but I think since it became a little warm in the day it affected me and my breathing.  I hope to go back next year and get the 50 miler.