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On the Flip Side at MMT

This weekend I’ll be on the other side of a 100 miler at MMT. After being on the receiving end of all the great support from volunteers at races, I’ll be doing my share of “giving back” to the ultrarunning community.

First, I’ll be volunteering at the mile 38 (Shawl Gap) aid station. There’s a crapload of prep that goes into volunteering. Like cooking 10 pounds of bacon.

10 lbs of bacon

Before

After

After

Being Brave

I was originally going to call this post, “The Year I Lost My Sh*t”, but decided I’d try to take the positive route. Even though it’s only been about a month since I finished Umstead, I’ve been feeling a bit lost as to what’s next.

Sure, I’m planning to run a marathon in the fall and there are a handful of contenders. I’ve been wanting to run Richmond for years, but it falls on the same day as the Stone Mill 50 miler which is on my sweatbucket list. Steamtown and Baltimore are both in October so they’d allow me to run Stone Mill. Steve was sick when I ran the Philly marathon so he’d like to go back there so he could actually run the race.

Caroline, the lady I met at Umstead, asked me if I’d be interested in running the Cajun Coyote, a 100 miler in December. Although it looks like it’d be fun, I wasn’t sure about the cost to travel to Louisiana, plus it’s around Steve’s birthday.

Umstead Race Report

The Short Version: I finished! It took me 26 hours and 29 minutes, but I got my finisher’s buckle.

Taadaa!

The long version is looooong. Getting through this race report is an endurance event of its own so you better go into it with ample nutrition and hydration.

 

“Good job! That’s it.” Mandy, my crew member and pacer for the 7th loop, was cheering me on in the pitch darkness while I bent over for the umpteenth time trying to throw up. 

All I want to do is hurl. Jog a bit. Why won’t that burger come up?!  Walk up the hill. Think disgusting thoughts. Would you rather eat throw up, or lick a port-o-pot? More dry heaving. I am not leaving without a buckle. Gag, drool, spit. I. Will. Finish.

Now don’t get me wrong. There were some fun times; this just wasn’t one of them.

Umstead Playlist Part 2

I have to admit, that it’s a little embarrassing to see what songs I’ve bought recently. There are more Flo Rida and Pitbull songs in my playlist than I care to admit. But, I will wave my freak flag high if it keeps me moving in the wee hours of the night. Here’s a sampling of tunes for my all-night adventure:

  • America – Neil Diamond
  • Back in Black – AC/DC
  • Bad Medicine – Bon Jovi
  • Bad Romance – Lada Gaga
  • Boogie Shoes – KC and the Sunshine Band
  • Brand New Lover – Dead or Alive
  • Breakin’ Dishes – Rihanna
  • California Love – 2Pac
  • Cecilia – Simon & Garfunkel
  • Colors – April Smith and the Great Picture Show

Umstead Playlist Part 1

I’ve been working on my playlist for Umstead for weeks. I added some of the songs because certain lyrics struck a chord. Not that any of these lyrics were intended for some fool who willingly signed up for a 100-mile run.

Some are reminders to stay calm (“Home”, Phillip Phillips):

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

While others acknowledge that this is gonna hurt and that I have no idea what’s going to happen (“Shake It Out”, Florence and the Machine):

And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat

Some lyrics will seem appropriate when I’m exhausted (“Waiting for the End”, Linkin Park):

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control