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.

Quitter's Highway March 5, 2011



Me, Steve, Hiram (thanks Ed)

  "I came, I saw, It conquered."

  December 8th, I sent an email to Laz inquiring about a race and while I was at it, I asked about helping to bury the books at the Barkley course.  I had read the book, read blogs, heard the stories, and I was curious to see for myself what exactly that course was truly about.  It sounded exhilarating, but terrifying.  I didn't think anything else about it until I received an email on February 21 titled "Frozen Head State Park." 

so we are looking at the weekend of march 5-6-7 (week after next) if you are still interested...laz

Being Laz, I double checked- is that the book set out?  Yes.  Okay- let me check w/ hubster.  Before I do anything I always check with the spousal unit because if its not good with hubby, can't be good with me.  He's only said flat out no twice (boxing and women's football-not touch).  Yep- sounds fine to him.  A few more flurries of emails and some trips to the store for snacks and a sleeping bag.  I originally planned to sleep in my truck, but I accepted the offer of a couch most readily when given.

  One of my goals this year was to not worry so much about what people think and not too be so hard on myself.  I usually say the wrong thing and then worry about how people take it (like calling a coworker stout when in my eyes that was a compliment because she was a gymnast) .  So I'm trying only to worry about my immediate family and what Jesus thinks.  Also, I'm trying to not be a mouse.  I am kind of hard hearing (hub calls me wooden ear), so when I meet new people and I don't hear them the conversation dies fast, or I don't let it begin because I stink at meeting new people.  So this weekend was a good trial for me.  I only knew Laz and Steve Durbin (RD of LBL and RUTS).  Even the house I was staying at, I didn't know the couple.  All that worrying for nothing.  Karl and Cathy Henn were most warm and welcoming.  Like I said, I slept on the couch while all the gentlemen slept on the floor.  

 I left Corydon in pouring rain, ran into one wreck, but the clouds eventually gave way and I made pretty good time.  It only took a little over 4 hours to reach the Henn household.  They had a bonfire that we got to enjoy under the beautiful Tennessee evening.  I also met Stu Gleman, Frozen Ed Furtaw, and Kyle Henn. The plan was to meet Steve and Hiram at Jones grocery the next morning.  So we finally settled in at midnight.  I woke up the next morning around 5 needing to go to the bathroom, but no one else was up.  So I laid for over an hour

Strategic planning

squirming, trying to go back to sleep, before Karl came through the living room.  You know the movie where the girl baseball players time Tom Hanks when he's peeing.  That's how I started my morning.  Pretty soon everyone was up and stirring.  I was apprehensive, but nervously excited.  I was really worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up with the runners and I knew Ed was reallywanting to get some training in.  We made it to Jones Grocery and went in for sandwiches.  Steve, Hiram, and Davey Henn showed up and we were about ready to head for the Park.  Frozen Head State Park- the place of Barkley Marathons.  I was about to see it.  After some more planning with vehicles, we were off.  Ed rode with me and Steve and

Steve, Hiram, Ed

Hiram rode together as we headed to the Trail Head.  Thankfully, the bath house was open so I was able to go to the bathroom before we began hiking.  That was about as much strategic planning that I did at Jones Grocery.  I was under the assumption that we were going to hike about 8 miles,  which would take about 4 hours.  So I left my sandwich and lemonade in my truck thinking we'd be back to the truck around lunchtime before heading off to another site to hide a book.  We had one book and because I had the biggest backpack, I carried it.  I felt very honored in a very silly way, but I didn't care I was gonna have some fun.  Or so I thought.  Hoped.

  We headed from the trailhead up to Big Cove Campground where

Bird Mountain Trail

the yellow gate awaits.  The start of the Barkley.  Where legends have fallen.  The campground itself is very pretty.  Actually, its beautiful and well taken care of.  I start to get excited as we started up Bird Mountain Trail.  It soon wore off as switchback after switchback occurred.  My guides did point out Quitter's road to me.  I hoped I wouldn't need that.  When we reached the top of the mountain (we have hills in Indiana, Tennessee has mountains- I'm not going out west!), Hiram wanted to go on another section of trail.  I have to say, I was already lost.  I didn't have a map, although they tried to show me, but I didn't have any idea what landmarks they were pointing out. 

 I was just along for the ride.  I have to say the ride was beautiful as we followed the ridgeline and towers of rocks stood high towards the sky.  When we had reached the ridgeline, I tried to video how loud the wind was  blowing, but it only  

lasted for 5 seconds because apparently I also have no idea how to videotape with my camera.  I just stuck with taking pics.  I have to say I had no idea where we were or where Hiram was taking us, but we did come out at a little pond, then buttslid down to another trail.  This trail was North Boundary trail and it ran along Phillips creek (I think), where we were suppose to place the book.  The whole reason we were out there.  (I have to admit, I have already forgotten the name of the book.)

 

One book placed.  Check.

 They built the cairn (I took pics.) and placed the book inside and we proceeded up, up, up the North Boudary Trail along Jury Ridge, Bald Knob, SOB Ditch to the Garden Spot.  I wished it was as easy as I just typed, but we had been hiking for about 4 hours and we stopped somewhere along NBTrail by a beautiful creek running down hill to eat lunch.  Oopsie...my sandwich sat in the bus.  I ate some more jerky and had a granola bar.  Pretty soon after this is when I went into my silent suffering mode.  Just plodding relentlessly forward.  I would look up the mountain, down the mountain, but we were always somewhere in the middle of the freaking mountain.  At one point,
Steve pointed out the trail that leads to Quitter's Road and I seriously
would've liked to have taken it, but I stuck it out.  Somehow.
  I remember seeing the sign for Jury Ridge and kept waiting for the other landmarks they mentioned.  We stopped a few times and Hiram pointed out some old coal trails and other interesting tidbits.  I still had no idea where we were until Steve said that Garden Spot wasn't much farther.  What?!  When did we go past Bald Knob?  Was that crack down the mountainside SOB Ditch?  Okay, I remember the landmarks, but just didn't know that's what they were at the time when we passed through.  I was sure glad to know that we were getting close to our
destination.  The rain was picking up some and we still seemed to be in the middle of the mountain.  Finally though, after passing the coal pond,
we came upon Garden Spot.  woo hoo!!!  Checked the cairn.  Yep, the others had already placed the book there.  Now to get back off of the mountain, we began to follow the jeep trail down.  The rain had picked up and I kept kidding Steve with the "Caddyshack" line, "I don't think the hard stuff's coming for quite some time."  I'm sure he was ready to throw me off the the side of the mountain.  The jeep trail was easier
trekking except that it was flowing with water.  I don't know why I kept trying to keep my shoes dry except for the fact when I did step in puddles, I could feel the icy water flow in on my chilled feet.  Plus, I think I gave comic relief to Hiram as he watched me try to keep my shoes from getting wetter.  Also though, the jeep trail was more exposed and the wind was cutting to the bone.  Thankfully, another strategic meeting took place and it was decided we were going to take North Mac Trail to get off the mountain.  It was all downhill and it led
right to the trail head and the bathroom.  I hadn't been since we left that morning, so I was kinding starting to feel like I needed too.  We reached
the trail- sign said 3.6 miles.  Music to my eyes and all downhill.  I took off leading the way with Steve behind (Hiram and Ed needed to de- water).  We were trucking along pretty good, but I wasn't sure if I was going fast enough, so I stepped aside and let all pass.  Getting so close to the bus!  Then Hiram stepped aside.  I figured he must need to de water again and kept trucking right on behind Steve and then Ed.  I noticed that Ed had his hands in his pockets.  I started thinking, good 
I'm glad I'm not the only one that is cold.  I hope everyone is cold and tired.  Then I noticed there was more rain around Ed.  Then the light bulb went off.  Ed's peeing while walking!  OMGosh...I bet he doesn't know I'm behind him.  He probably thinks Hiram is still behind.  Then it went from mirth to jealously.  Dang, I wish I could do that.  Guys have it so easy.  Then from jealously to insanity as pics of me trying to accomplish that very feat ran rampant in my over active tired imagination.  Pics no one should ever have to see- let me tell ya!
  Soon though we came around a bend and I looked to my right and I 
saw the bus sitting in the parking lot.  It was like a beacon of light calling me home.  I was so giddy to see the bus.  As soon as we hit flat ground, I broke out in a plod.  Gotta pee, gotta pee.  Look out boys gotta pee.  I grabbed some clothes out of the bus and left Ed with the heat cranked up in the bus as I ran for the bath house.  I almost peed my pants due to fingers being so cold.  Glad no one else was in the bath house when I went hopping from the potty stall to the shower stall with pants around my ankles.  Too wet, cold to worry about decency.  I quickly fumbled with shoes and undressed and took the best shower
ever.  Also, my quickest since Ed was waiting.  My hubster would have
been shocked.  I put the Nascar pit crews to shame.
  We then headed to meet up w/ Laz and the others for dinner at Riverview Grill.  They had hid 4 books.  It had taken us 8 hours to hide one book. Looking in Ed's book (Tales From Out There), adding up the trails that we were on, it comes to about 16 miles.  I have no idea how far we actually went though.

  Now, you might be wondering why the title is Quitter's Hwy.  When 
we got back to the Henn household, they began discussing the next day's hike.  Still not knowing where the heck they were talking about, I was getting intimidated.  I didn't think I could do another day like earlier.  The thought of going back out there was making me sick to my stomach.  Calves were already cramping and hips were sore.  Not too metion it was supposed to be colder and windier on Sunday.  My chest was already getting that hollow feeling.  You know how when you can feel your breath going through your airways and it feels like fine sandpaper.  I was really concerned about getting sick because this weekend will be my second attempt at a 50 miler and I have put much pressure on myself to finish that race.  Plus, I was wanting to leave by at least 4 to get home at a decent hour.   Then I got a text from my mom that my brother had to go to the hospital (he's doing better).  Then I talk to my hubster and I can tell he's missing me.  So the homesickness sets in.
  Yep, I went and told Laz of my decision.  I was leaving for home in the morning.  I was taking the Quitter's Hwy.
  We awoke to sleet, but it cleared by the time everyone was pulling out.  I felt okay about my decision, except that I hoped I hadn't disappointed Laz in bailing early.  As I pulled down the road, the way Penelope guided me back to the highway- the road was flooded.  It was a sign that I should'nt have ignored.  I turned around the way I came and headed back past the Henn's house, when in reality, I should have turned in and went with them.  Excuses be danged! 
  I didn't and I have to say that was the most miserable drive home I have ever made.  I couldn't even enjoy my tunes.  Most of the ride was spent in silence.  My heart and head were not as one.  I let myself down and missed out on what I'm sure was another great experience.  Add to the fact, when I got home and began to write this, I looked at the routes they were planning- I could've turned around anytime I felt and left on time when I needed too.  I'm sure the disappointment in myself will fade away with time, but to know I may never have the chance again for that experience.  I feel that I was let into a secret society mission and one I only chose to halfway accept.  The opportunity may not ever present itself again.  So my friends, don't let excuses get in the way of missing out on your next great adventure.

Very short (5 sec) video of wind conditions.  Would've been longer, but thought I wasn't taping when I was and was taping, when I wasn't.  : P

(not) Lovin' the Hills, (not even like) February 12, 2011

This was my first time running Lovin' the Hills even though I use to only live about 10 minutes from the course.  I am not a cold weather runner.  I've been trying to change and work on that this year for the first time, but I'm still not quite there yet and I still have some things to figure out.  With that said, I do love Jefferson Memorial Forest.  It is a beautiful little gem hidden just right outside of the city of Louisville.  There a couple of high spots with great views of the city and the surrounding area.  Also, I lucked out with the weather.  The morning temps were in the 30's, with the high suppose to be 49.  So I wasn't overly excited, 

but I felt it was manageable if my lack of training could hold up.  I was parked very close to the starting line and a friend of mine, Dale, had picked up my packet the day before.  (Dale was running his first trail race and his first 50K.  He completely skipped the marthon and just jumped into ultrarunning.  Gotta love it!)  So I stayed in my car until I saw the runners lining up.  I happened to see a fellow I met at the Backyard ultra in TN last year, Naresh, so I went over to chat with him and ended up meeting the race director of the Flying Monkey marathon, Trent.  (I had dropped from this race last year due to tendonitis- so we had chatted via email, but now I had a face to go with the name.)  We listened to the race director's husband give the pre race details; also informing us of his father-in-law passing away.  Hence the reason his wife Cynthia, the heart behind the Hills was not there this morning.  He quickly started us off and I fell in step with Trent.  It usually takes me awhile to get a groove and get the kinks worked out, but I found out running with someone and chatting helped to not notice that.  So I was very thankful for Trent's company, though I knew it wouldn't last.  I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up too long.  I was proved right as we came upon the first hill.  Naresh had also caught up with us, so I let them go as I trudged uphill.  I knew I was going to have to walk all of the hills after 2 training runs on the course had beat me up pretty badly and I did not get any further hill training in.

  The course is basically 3 modified lollipops (out and backs with a loop at the end).  The first leg is 5.5 miles, the second leg is 7.5 miles, and the 3rd leg is 19 miles.  Even though the 3rd leg was obviously the longest and double the first 2 legs, in my head I still broke the race down into 3 sections to complete.  Crazy I know, but I'm a head games person.  Mostly I lose due to my head.  : )  I soon completed the first leg and stopped at the port-o-pot before heading onto the 2nd leg.  I wasn't feeling too bad and the trails weren't too bad, just a little ice and snow on them.  Overall first leg went well.  I headed out onto the second leg feeling not too bad.  Alas, the second leg is a bummer- the Yost trail.  Very hilly and the trails were beginning to thaw.  I passed Todd Heady (RD's hubby) directing traffic at the 15K/50M split, but the course was marked which way to go.  When I got to the aid station on the 2nd loop, I heard that some of the runners had went left instead of right and had skipped the 2nd leg all together.  Not sure how that happened, but glad I didn't do that.  I finally returned to the split and was really tempted to call it a day.  Be happy with 15 miles and pack it in.  I even thought about it after I had passed the split and almost turned around and trudged back and still call it a day.  I didn't.  I had told my hub that I would do the best I could and stopping at 15 miles wasn't the best I could do but I knew it was going to be a long day out there.  I kept telling myself I was
2/3rds of the way there since I had finished 2 legs.  Then my mathematical mind would take over and spoil
it. Sigh...  I made it to the welcome center and had to take off my shoes so I wouldn't track mud in, but I had to potty.  I finished and sat out on the bench putting my shoes on and resting for a second before crossing the road and heading onto the Siltstone trail.  I finally reached Scotts gap, the loop part of the out and back on the 3rd leg.  I figured Dale was way ahead of me and I hadn't seen any other runners besides the one resting on the table at the aid station before I started on Scotts gap loop.  The trail was plenty thawed, but this was where I was really disliking everything.  I had been trying to avoid the mud as best as possible, but I completely gave up!  Pretty much gave up all around.  Death march had been going for a while.  Even if I tried to run the mud slowed me down.  I had already decided to pack it in and call it a day.  It was taking me forever to finish this loop and the runner that was leaning up against the aid station table had caught up and passed me.  I knew I had to be the last one out here.  I wasn't going to keep the volunteers out any longer than need be.  I finally arrived to the aid station.  I asked
if I was the last one.  NO- there was 17 runners behind me.  Dang- I had already resolved to quit.  I headed to the potty again and came out ready to go.  If I wasn't last, I had no reason to quit other than it was easier than marching back to the finish line.  As I finished grabbing some snacks, Dale came thru with another runner.  He was in the same frame of mind.  Yep, still 15 runners behind us.  I headed on out.  I could hear voices behind me and eventually Tom from Ohio caught up to me.  We chatted for a little bit, but although older he was smoking me.  I din't care.  I just wanted to finish this thing.  Dale eventually caught up to me.  We headed inward chatting.  Misery loves company.  There was another runner behind us, whom I had seen several times throughout the day (at one point sitting down at an aid station).  He was slowly catching us.  Dale wanted to run, I told him to go ahead.  I knew I was going to make it, but the mud had sucked the life out of me.  That and the hills and my lack of training for the race.  Eventually, the other guy also passed me.  That was okay because one more climb and I could hear the cheers.  Dale had crossed the finish line.  I made it to the top of the hill and a volunteer pointed for me to go left.  I headed down the road actually trotting for the finish line. Almost done.  Up an embankment and there was the finish line.  Woo hoo  9:25:35
I was done!  It was ugly and pitiful, but I finished and I was glad to have stuck it out.  I went to my truck for fresh clean clothes, changed, and cracked open an ice cold yoo hoo as I headed the bus home.

Shirt, buff, spruce tree, woooden plaque

Dale first and longest run!!!

A Day of Fun and even some Sun! January 29, 2011

Mary Jo

 Headed to Iroquois Park today to meet up w/ my buds; Mary Jo, Dany, Finn, and the Wilson family.  Although being in the Army and ROTC respectively, this was Dale and Matthew's first time at an orienteering meet.  Poor Kim was dragged along.  ; )
  For January, the sunny and 50 degrees was a rare treat.  After all, last year's meet was in freezing rain.  We chose the green course basically because they had enough maps for us all.  I didn't want us
just walking on trails, but the red course was still a little out of our
reach.  (Turns out the green course suited us just fine.)
  We started and quickly headed off to control point (CP) 1.  Somehow it seemed, we already got a little turned around and it took

Kim & Dale



Matthew

us a little over 7 minutes to find it.  We quickly got back on track and found the cp2 in 11 minutes.  This is where the wheels fell off sort of speak and only 2 cps into it.  Somehow we really overshot for cp 3.  We came out on the lower road instead of the higher road we were aiming for.  Then we began trying to figure out for sure where we were, we started separating.  Dale, Kim, and Matthew took off up a trail and Mary, Jo, Dany, Finn, and I headed up the road.  I thought I knew where we were, but wasn't completely sure.  So we went up the road, down the road, back up, then down again, until finally we decided to re trace our steps.  That's when we lost Dany and Finn.  (Boys being boys- he was hungry!)  Mary Jo and I continued on until we did come out on the upper road and figured out where we were at and where we needed to head, but getting to cp 3 was a little tricky.  How they got that picnic table down in that area, I will never know!  When we arrived, the Wilson family was already there.  It had taken us around 42 minutes to find that lousy cp!  We had figured they were long gone, but seems they had problems too.  Dany and Finn also caught up and we headed back out again with a better grip on where we were at.  We did lose Dany and Finn again when we headed down a ravine for cp 4.  Since it I had invited the Wilson fam out, I felt I needed to stay with them and although I felt bad, Dany is that type of person that understands things.  I think they ended up going to cp5 and then calling it a day.  (we kept in contact by texting and she erased my fears about leaving them).  We soon found a rhythm after the initial 3cp's and were soon moving along well bagging cps 5-11 without much incident.  It had taken us about 1.5 hours to find the first 3 cps and only an hour to find the last 8.  The best thing was I think everyone had fun, even Kim.  The better thing was Dany, Finn, and I headed to Crack where I polished off all 3 of my pancakes (never done that before)!

Crack!

Placings:
    7        Kim Wilson                      OLOU OLOU                     2:29:36
    8        Matthew Wilson              OLOU OLOU                     2:29:38
    9        Shannon Burke                OLOU OLOU                     2:29:41
   10       Mary Jo Francis              OLOU OLOU                     2:29:44
   11       Dale Wilson                     OLOU OLOU                     2:29:45

The Goat- BY Myself?! December 11, 2010

 I got word from my bud, Dany, that she wasn't going to be able to make it to today's orienteering meet.  She couldn't get her sons to come.  I almost decided not to go, but then decided what the heck.  On the drive to Jefferson Memorial Forest I realized that this was the first time I had ever been to an orienteering meet by myself.  Oh crap- I wont have no one to chat with when I get lost!  I had always managed to talk someone else into going; my husband, his sister, Dany.  Nope not this time.  I was on my own.  I was kind of excited to see how I would 
do without anyone to help me second guess.  There were 3 courses:  The Goat, The Junior Goat, and the Kid Goat.  Originally, I would've probably signed us up for the goat, but since I was alone, I decided to do the Junior Goat.  In hindsight, thank goodness for that.  They were allowing 4 hours for the Goat and rain was heading in.  Did not want to be on those hills when the rain came.  It was already a little balmy.  Anyhow, I got my map, listened to the pre-race briefing, and we were off.  Since this was a goat race, you could follow others, but there were also forked controls.  You had to choose the A route or the B route
and whichever way you decided you had to stick with that route through those 3 checkpoints.  I thought the B route looked better to me.  I think I may have lost some time heading to the very first control by sticking to the road instead of cutting cross country.  I soon found a groove though and felt I was doing fairly well.  I was keeping and eye on the clock.  At one point I came to a pond and the control point was on the other corner.  This was one spot I should have went the longer way around.  The ground was very wet and with leaves on a steep embankment above a pond- not a good combination.  I practically slid on my butt trying to stay so close to the ground so I wouldn't slide down into the pond.  I was also concerned about two high school boys close behind me that made the same mistake.  When I reached the control point, I waited, pretending to study my map, just to make sure they reached the control point safely.  They did and I headed off again.  There were a few checkpoints in some pretty steep ravines.  I began to understand why they called it the goat.  I thought it was because you were allowed to follow, but no- you had to be a goat to climb and keep your footing on those hills.  I finally made it back in to the finish line.  All 12 control points found- 1:19:14 was my time.  Good enough for 5th place.  I didn't get lost after all! 

A Practice in Patience November 14, 2010



Dany



Finn

Sawyer

 

 

 My bud, Dany, and I headed to Camp Crooked Creek for an orienteering Score-O.  This time we had her two sons, Sawyer and Finn, with us- a first for them.  Hoping to introduce them to the sport and crossing fingers that they might like it also.  Since it was a score-o, we could go any direction that we wanted and just try to get as many control points as possible.  There were 27.  We knew we wouldn't clear the course.  Our main objective was for the boys to have fun.  We started out pretty good getting a few quick check points- which is always good when you are introducing newbies to the sport.  Soon enough though, we began to run into trouble.  We had trouble finding a checkpoint and the hills began to take their tow.  Also, snack pains started.  We decided to stop and have some jerky, hoping the boys would get some energy back.  We headed off toward another checkpoint, but before we could reach it, Finn and Sawyer were in a scramble over punching first.  A tussle broke out which ended with Finn, the younger, on the ground.  Dany and I were both too far away to see exactly what happened, but boys will always be boys.  Problem was, Finn decided to be a very stubborn boy.  He sat down in the woods and would not get up.  Dany was finally able to cajol him into getting up and we lasted a little farther until he sat down again.  This went on for quite sometime, with us even going out of eyesight and finding ourselves a nice big boulder to sit on.  Eventually, Finn did join us and we were able to leave the woods.  We even picked a couple of more checkpoints in the woods.  We truned our finger sticks in and headed to Cracker Barrel for some much needed grub.  We were out there for 2 hours 38 minutes and punched 17 CP's.  So not too bad, but not sure if the boys will ever return. 

Waiting for Finn

Bagging a CP

Can't run, then volunteer.... November 13, 2010

 I have been looking forward to this race because it is 10 minutes from where I use to live (and only 40 minutes from where I currently live).  It's the last race of the season for the series that is put on by the local Trail Store.  It's the Siltstone Half Marathon located in Jefferson Memorial Forest in the South end of Louisville.  Since my foot was still not 100% and I also had a doctor's appt. the following Tuesday, I sent an email to Jim Ball asking if they still needed volunteers.  (Jim owns The Trail Store and puts on the races, but also is a heck of a nice guy.  I enquired a few months earlier about any local trail running groups

around and he told me where he and few other guys ran on Saturday mornings.  He was kind enough to plod with me around the loop so I would know my way for future training runs.)  Anyhow, Jim said yes and to come on out. I have to say, I have never volunteered for a race.  I've volunteered for walk events and other assorted things, but was a little nervous.  I pulled Big Bird in the park right at 7 and found Jim and Karen setting up the tent.  I met a couple of other guys, who I can not remember their names, but one I met before with Jim at the group run.  Dang- I've got to find a way to remember people's names!  I mainly

stood around, wanting to be helpful, but there didn't seem to be anything really to do yet.  Jim did tell me I would be working the Bearcamp aid station.  The runners would come through our aid station twice, since it was an out and back.  Another runner was sidelined with a cold and she was going to be with me.  She, Valerie, helped me load up the bus and with the written directions in hand, we headed off to our destination.  Like I said, I use to live by the area, so I was familiar with the area.  We quickly found the trail head and we unloaded the table, coolers, water, Heed, and our chairs before I parked the bus in the

parking lot down the road.  I set about putting water in my cooler and Valerie measured and mixed the Heed for her cooler.  We quickly had our station set up and awaiting our first runner.  We weren't sure how many runners had signed up and we were going to try to keep count of how many come through.  That way we'd know about how many we were waiting on when they came back through the second time.  We sat and chatted and about 45 or 50 minutes, the first runner came through- shirtless even!  (I had a long sleeve shirt on, my jacket, hat, and gloves.)  He was cruising and Smiling!  It was about 5 minutes later before another runner came through, but after that they were pretty steady.  Everyone seemed to be having a great day and the last gentleman that came through (guy in white shirt above)- it was his first ever trail run.  Tom was enjoying his self so far.  After Tom went through we settled back into our chairs.  Valerie had brought a book to read (clever chick), but luckily for me, my Blackberry was with me and I caught up on some email reading.  (I tried to take pics of more runners, but stunk at moving objects- do better at landscapes apparently.)  Our only concern was that we might not have enough cups.  We discussed strategies and decided to try to refill people cups if they wanted more than one.  Which was way better than reusing-which was suggested.  (I'm sorry but to think that if I was in a race and then I found I had drank from a cup that someone else drank from- yep, that grosses me out.)  Not long, the shirtless guy came back through, still leading, still smiling.  Not as many other smiles on the way back through though.  This course has some hills that can really take their toll on you, and it was taking its toll.  We soon heard that there was a runner at the top of the hill with a possible broken foot.  I called Jim to let him know.  He was going to try to get the other aid station (which was the turn-around, and where the guy was closer too), but apparently they didn't have service.  So I volunteered to drive over to the aid station and see if we could get the guy down.  By the time I arrived, another runner had gave them the heads up and she was waiting for them to come down with the guy.  So I turned around and drove back to our aid station.  When I parked, I decided I better tend to nature.  (I have tp in my glove box.)  Soooo I found a good hiding spot, or the best you can in the fall, and watered the land so to speak.  I headed back to Valerie and she was still there reading her book.  I decided to check the trail for trash from our cups while we waited for our last runners.  Finally, we saw a white shirt at the crest of the hill.  Yep, Tom was coming down the hill.  He was still looking pretty good and smiling, but he asked if we had a vehicle there.  I told him yes, and he asked if he helped pick up, could he have a ride.  He had enjoyed his day, but he was ready to call it a day.  I went and pulled the bus up and we quickly had everything loaded and headed back to the start/finish line.  (Incidentally, I took the back roads to get back and almost ran a stop sign.  Think I scared my 2 passengers- oops.)  I quickly had Big Bird unloaded and the last finishers crossed the line and I stayed and help Jim and Karen pack up their stuff before heading home for a nap.  (Incidentally, did hear that another fellow broke his toe about 2-3 miles into the race- ouch)
  Although, I didn't get to run, I was glad I got a chance to give back to the sport and help other runners enjoy their race.  Turned out to be a really great day!