Wednesday, August 20, 2014

My First 50 Miler: Wildcat Ridge Romp -- by Annie Rorem

So, I’m a little nervous for my Mountain Masochist Trail Run.  Though I’m proud of my performances in the earlier races of the Lynchburg Ultra Series, I know that my finish times suggest that I’ll be flirting with the MMTR 12-hour limit.  I have a feeling that I’ll be sliding in under the cut-offs all day, struggling up the climbs, trying hard not to be hesitant on the downhills, and just working like crazy to clock in under 12 hours.

With all this in mind, I’ve been slowly involving myself in CAT training runs, and have been so happy with the company and the challenges they provide.  After a pretty great CATAss 50K in July, I bit the bullet and signed up for an August 50 miler with the intention of familiarizing myself with the feel of being on my feet, moving forward, for that long.  Enter Wildcat Ridge Romp, in Rockaway, New Jersey—my oft-maligned, greatly beloved home state. 

A cursory glance at the elevation profile suggested that this race, a series of loops around a 10 mile course, wouldn’t pose the same challenges as MMTR. 

And, from everything I understand, that’s true.  It did not pose the same challenges as MMTR.  It posed a whole different set of challenges.

Race morning had me up at 4am, caffeinating and distracting my mind with the latest issue of Outside.  My boyfriend Michael and I checked in around 5:30 as two members of a pretty small field of runners.  Knowing that we’d be stopping by the car every 10 miles, we set up our supplies there, along with a notebook to keep each other posted on our progress.  The race director briefed us quickly, triggering just a touch of cognitive dissonance when he followed up his reminder to check out the view of the Verrazano Bridge and New York City skyline at mile 3 with a word of caution to keep our eyes peeled for bears.  Then, pointing to a spot on the ground with his foot, he said, “This is the start.  3, 2, 1, go!”

I chatted with a few guys on my way out, and was not unaware that only two other women were in the pack of 16 or so runners.  By the second mile, only one of these women was out of sight up ahead of me.  I did check out the Verrazano at mile 3, made tracks through mile 5, and then descended from the ridge into a rock field that slowed my pace by over 3 minutes a mile.  As I picked my way across the tricky—even “technical”—terrain, I felt grateful for what would be a repeated opportunity to slow down every lap, even as I was struggling to find places to put my feet.  Mile 7 had us crossing a dam and hauling ourselves up and over some high concrete barriers, and the aid station at mile 8 was notable not only for its totally charming and enthusiastic volunteers, but also because it marked the beginning of a gradual downhill to the start/finish area.  I put in my first lap in a solid-feeling 2:08, left a little hello for Michael in the notebook, and headed out again.

Lap two was a confidence booster, as I felt totally in control of my race.  I knew when to expect some downhills, and the anticipation of the respite they would provide helped me to keep pace through some of the climbs.  I didn’t check out the view this time around, but I did see some wild turkeys, so that was a fair trade.  When I came into the start/finish at mile 20, the race director told me that the woman ahead had about 11 minutes on me.  I promptly forgot this information as soon as I left again.  I blame it on Mountain Dew brain freeze.

Lap three was, unexpectedly, the most mentally challenging of them all.  I had gone into the day thinking that the fourth lap would be my weakest, but the Dew, the climb out of the start/finish, and the knowledge of all the miles to come had me reminding myself, “It never always gets worse.  It never always gets worse,” pretty frequently during this one.  If it works for David Horton, it works for me.  The best part of this time around was mile 25, when I took a break from mantra-repetition to congratulate myself on reaching the halfway point.  “Way to go, Rorem.  You got this,” I said out loud.  I’m always “Rorem” when I dole out encouragement to myself.

Coming into mile 30, I knew my pace had dropped off pretty considerably.  And, while my average pace had climbed each time I stopped at the car to leave a note and demolish some chips, this next lap was the first in which gaining that time back proved to be a challenge.  I kept myself going by setting short-term goals.  “Okay,” I’d think, “You’re good if you bring it down 5 seconds by the end of this fire road,” or, “You’ve got one mile until The Rocky Part.  Make it count.”  In between these thoughts, I reminded myself that the next time I passed these landmarks would be the last time.

Around mile 37, I passed the woman who had been in front of me throughout the race, and chatted with her for a second to see how she was doing.  She looked pretty rough, but was clearly not in any kind of real trouble.  I told her to keep it up, and kept on moving.  Based on Michael’s notes to me, I knew I’d see him at some point before I hit 40, and the thought definitely cheered me.  At 38, he caught up, looking strong and proud as hell to see me on my way to 50 miles.  Knowing he’d be breaking 12 hours in the 100K, I was equally as proud of him. 

Finally, finally, I started on my last lap.  I was not excited to eat at this point, and was mostly just sipping water and trying to keep moving forward.  However, as I scanned the trail ahead around mile 42, I registered a sight that was just as energizing as a gel: a large-and-in-charge mother bear with a cub.  I slammed on the brakes (it didn’t take much), and looked behind me on the trail to see if anyone was there to keep me company.  Nobody. 

I decided to wait it out for a little, since it appeared that the bears were wandering off.  As I stood there, about 40 feet from them, the cub caught a glimpse of me, and bounded away, startling a second cub that I hadn’t seen into climbing a tree.  As if this weren’t enough entertainment for me, this little tree-climber lost his grip about 10 feet up, and slid back down as though the trunk were a fire pole.  I hoped that the mother wasn’t feeling too protective of her baby’s young ego.  Mother bears anywhere are fierce, but we were talking about a Jersey girl here. 

Fortunately, another runner came up right about then, and he and I decided to stroll by calmly, chatting loudly.  Once we got about 100 feet down the trail from our ursine friends, we picked it back up to a jog.  To be dead honest, the combination of relief at surviving the encounter along with a fair amount of tiredness blurred out the next several miles for me, at least until I remembered to take in some fuel around mile 47.  A few bites of a Power Bar seriously hit the spot, and I was renewed enough to commit to running the final miles, however slowly.  And I did. 

Approaching the finish area, I could see Michael with his arms above his head, cheering me on.  I matched his gesture, stumbled across that imaginary line, and felt pretty pleased with myself.  I had the distinct honor of being both the first female 50-mile finisher, as well as the very last runner to finish the race (though it was close on the latter).  My first win and my first DFL, at the same time?!  Too good to be true.

I decidedly have my work cut out for me before MMTR—I still expect to be sliding in under the cut-offs all day, struggling up the climbs, trying hard not to be hesitant on the downhills, and just working like crazy to clock in under 12 hours.  But my love for the trails, for pushing myself, and for running my heart out has redoubled, and I will tackle MMTR one climb and one cut-off at a time.  I’m hungry for a finish, and now I have a new mantra to add to my arsenal: “50 miles.  You’ve done this before, Rorem.  You got it.”

Thursday, August 7, 2014

CAT Ass 50K recap (July 19 2014), and farewell to Jarrod Call

The first annual CAT Ass 50K happened last month.  28 people started from Sugar Hollow.  We had many CAT regulars, plus others from NoVa, Richmond, Harrisonburg, and even a visitor from New Mexico!

Obligatory pre-run picture

The route took us up the North Fork Moorman's River up to the AT, where Andy Jones-Wilkins set up an informal but well-stocked and welcome portable aid station. The only complaints came when Andy seemed more interested in flagging down Skyline Drive drivers and AT hikers to show off his 1000 mile Western States buckle than actually helping out CAT Ass runners.  But mostly he came through for us.

From there we proceeded to the Blackrock Summit, which was the turnaround for some runners looking for ~10 miles.  Others continued on to the Jones Run/Doyle River Trail loop and back to AJW's aid station.  In the future if we just have one person giving aid, we will take advantage of the campground potable water along the AT so the aid station can move earlier for the fast bunch.

More people returned via the North Fork back to Sugar Hollow, but others continued on for the full 50K to Turk Gap, where AJW again provided aid.  One group had bypassed Blackrock/Jones/Doyles and just followed the AT to Turk Gap.  Having various options to cut distance makes for an enjoyable fat ass run, as not everyone wants to run the full distance.  From there it was a drop down the Turk Branch trail to the South Fork Moorman's River trail home, to join the party hanging out in the creek.

A great day in Shenandoah National Park, and this looks like a winner for years to come.  Thanks to Sophie Spiedel for organizing, and to Andy Jones-Wilkins for the great aid station support!

The only downside was saying goodbye to Jarrod Call, making his final run as a Virginia resident.  Jarrod and family moved to Athens, Georgia, where he'll be teaching at the University of Georgia.  Once a CAT, always a CAT though, there's no escape.

You thought I was kidding about AJW showing off his buckle?

Jarman's Invitational Marathon recap Aug 2 2014

Danton's JIM race director report:

The First Annual Jarmans Invitational Marathon was a success! 41 runners started and 31 finished the 29 mile "marathon" with over 7600 feet of gain and loss total.

The weather was unseasonably cool, yet no rain - ridiculously perfect running weather for August and it allowed a great group of friends, crew, volunteers, and kids to hang out at the bottom aid station all day, with very special guest David Horton.

"The JIM" is 5 laps of a 1500+ ft climb over 3 miles up Jarmans Gap Rd, then back down 1500 quad pounding feet over 3 miles to the start. Runners conversed and cheered each other on all day as they passed by each other.

We really, really tried to make this race suck. A terrible hill, 5 times, in August, starting at 12:01pm...but it did not suck, it was a wonderful day! Damn you perfect weather and awesome ultrarunning community!!
Nick Dipirro (Crozet Running) won in a crazy time of 4:21:10 while Rachel Bell Kelley (of Chapel Hill, NC!) won the ladies race in an equally impressive 5:05:25.

There were THREE first time ultra runners today, all of which who finished!! Michael Dubovsky (2nd place overall!), Mikael Herlevsen, and Andria Jensen all were initiated into the ultra marathon world today.
There were also 2 bear sightings on the course, a train ran through the course at 1:16pm and stopped runners, and Sophie was charged by a dog.

Thank you to Jen and Marc Lebendig, David Horton, and all the spouses and families who helped out and supported runners today, and thank you ultrarunners for just being the incredible people you are!

Bob's notes on JIM:
The mission was doomed to fail.  Even if the temps had been in the 90s and muggy, there was no way it was going to suck with so many cool people out there.  "Danton" ruined it all with some hilarious pre-race videos.  Go check out the JIM facebook page for the videos, pictures, results, and other reports.  Thanks to Dan "Danton" Spearin and Jon Andersen for putting this on, and everyone else who contributed.  From my own perspective, one time up and down usually sucks more than the 5 times I did on this run.

Friday, August 1, 2014

2014 Catoctin 50K – Falling to Victory


Saturday July 26th was a very special day for me.  I won the Catoctin 50K and my wife and 8-year-old son were there to see me finish.  I also learned a lot about myself, about my limits, and about racing.
(Note: This report is reprinted with permission from the Crozet Running homepage.).
Ultramarathon running is very special to me.  Though I am a relative newcomer to the sport, I have quickly embraced, and have been embraced by, the incredible family that is the ultra and trail running community.  In that same moment of community, each race is an incredibly deep, exposing, and probing journey into one’s true self.  Not some lame philosophical journey, but a REAL journey involving painfully pushing into your physical, emotional, and intellectual limits.  A journey that you cannot really express to another person in tangible words.  As someone who is admittedly overextended in my work, family, and extracurricular life, ultramarathon running has provided me with a unique peace in the wonderful storm of life.
My race weekend started in chaos like most of my race weekends.  My wife was meeting me promptly at 5pm at my veterinary office, and we would leave from there with our son and two dogs to stay with some family 30 minutes from the race.  Naturally, a dog comes in on emergency at 4:45pm after being hit by a car.  I text Michelle and tell her to hang tight and order some x-rays for the limping dog.  A bit beat up, but no broken bones, the young dog will be ok.  Holy foreshadowing!
I slept like a …princess…
I jump into the car, and start eating my prerace meat lover’s pizza as I drive us up to Maryland, sausage falling on my lap.  Arriving in Maryland, our son was supposed to “camp out” in their playroom with my 6-year-old niece, but my son bailed, crashing in our bed instead – sideways.  This relegated me to the only open bed in the house – my niece’s pretty pink princess bedroom.  Yep, this was gonna be a special weekend.  (note to self, sleep in a princess bedroom before EVERY race!)
I woke up early, had a cup of coffee, a banana, and two mini CLIF bars, hit the head, and was off to Gambrill State Park.
This some rocky trail
I’ll admit, I did not believe I would or could win Catoctin.  I am certainly not the fastest runner around and my previous race results have never even had me in the top 10.  However, I’ve been running well this summer, am healthy, and for some reason I love really technical trail and excel on that type of surface.  And, I’m pretty scrappy.    Seemed like a good race for a scrappy guy from Crozet, but still, there are a lot of fast people in the world!
During the week leading up to the race, my best friend Dan (#DANton!) and my wife were doing their best telling me that I could actually win this and that I needed to go for it.  Don’t let this sound emo, but they certainly believed in me more than I did.  I pretty much told them “okay, okay, I’ll try my best!” to get them to leave me alone about it, but still knew that I could only do what I could do, and thus far I was not a top-5 kind of runner
IMG_1885When I reached the park and started mulling about, I made sure to say hello to three great people.  The first was Kevin Sayers, the race director (also the race director for MMT100).  I introduced myself and thanked him for putting on the race, and he just picked right up in conversation with me like we’ve been friends for years.  The next was Tom Green, who I had never met but admire deeply.  Tom Green is a living legend and has run over 250 ultramarathons.  He makes Meb Keflezighi look like a middle school cross-country runner.  I introduced myself and wished him luck on his current Grand Slam attempt.  He asked me all sorts of questions about myself and was just a really nice guy.  Meeting Tom Green was a highlight for sure.  The last was Gary Knipling.  Besides most likely being the only other veterinarian on the course, Gary certainly embodies the positive community aspect of ultrarunning… well I guess just like the other fellas I just mentioned.  Not sure I could’ve had a better pre-race briefing than what I just got.  The true legends in ultrarunning are not the fastest people, but the people who have been doing it the longest.
10513286_10152681920934236_4821920891713841651_nAs the prerace briefing started, I looked around, intimidated.  I was still newbie nobody and here were all these fast looking people wearing fancy singlets, tattoos, and calf panties.  But I still found the minutes before the race start a peaceful calm before the storm, knowing I may as well relax because I was just about to beat the hell out of myself.
Gear check:  Altra Lone Peaks with Balega socks, my new Patagonia Strider CAT shorts, no shirt, a BUFF head bandana, and two 20oz handhelds loaded with Tailwind Nutrition and then every pocket stuffed with more Tailwind mix and a few gels.10509585_10152681921404236_8373324367946976048_n
“123 Go!” Kevin yells immediately following some cutoff time remarks that half of us weren’t even listening to.  I laughed as I didn’t even have my handhelds on yet but lurched to make sure I was running with the front pack as we circled the Gambrill State Park Road for a bit to thin out before heading down the rocky trail.
catoctin04As we turned down the trail, I was about 7th or 8th and just hung there for the first quarter mile as everybody tried to get into a feel for the single track that immediately told us how rocky the next 31 miles were going to be.
I usually try to start my races out slow with some easy breathing, like 5 or 6 steps per breath cycle.  At the same time, I kept hearing Dan’s voice in my head telling me to keep up with the front 3-4 guys and don’t worry about blowing up.  I anxiously leapfrogged a few spots and soon found myself breathing pretty heavy (3-4 steps /breath cycle) before I had even run a half-mile.  I grinned and decided to just enjoy the day and see what happened.
After about a mile, I was running in third place and the three of us in front were putting a pretty decent gap on the rest of the field.  I was predictably enjoying the rock hoppin’ and was remarking to myself how pretty these trails were.  But boy, were they rocky.  There was just not two steps you could take on smooth dirt – just constant sharp rocks poking out from the ground, seemingly perfectly timed to interrupt any chance of a natural running flow.  It was more of a hop/skip/run, but again I love it.  I truly felt like a kid running on the trail and that’s a great feeling to have during a race.
catoctin 50k trail run 003I soon fell right behind #2, Chris McIntosh, and we began having some great conversation.  Another great thing about any ultra race is you tend to have at least one meaningful new relationship that is built on the trail.  We chatted for several miles about races, work, life, etc. and it definitely helped ease the early race tension.  I looked back a few times and didn’t see anyone behind us and soon started getting a feeling that “Hey, maybe I do belong up here!”
At the first aid station (6 miles in), I made sure to fill up my bottles and started in on a gel.  I knew it was going to be hot and humid so one of my key race strategies today was to stay on top of my fluids and nutrition, but also to keep cool.  The handheld in my right hand was exclusively for my Tailwind mix, while the handheld in my left hand was exclusively for squirting water on my head and body throughout the race.  I was not afraid to let runners 1 and 2 get out of sight while I took a few extra seconds at the aid station topping off.  This attention to taking care of myself would pay off big today.
I ran all of miles 6 through 15 in third place, about a minute behind first and second and far enough ahead of fourth that I never heard or saw anyone.  Running easy, but solidly in third place for the next 9 miles gave me a peaceful confidence about the day.  I remember running through a beautiful section of trail where there were just thick ferns covering every inch of the forest floor all around me and suddenly just feeling overwhelming gratitude for that moment.  I had a family that was supporting this time away from them.  I had my health and fitness allowing me to do this.  And trail running is just really, really peaceful and beautiful.  I was just really grateful for that moment.  This gratitude filled me the entire race and I can say that I never once had a bad patch or negative patch the entire 32 miles.
I tend to ninja roll on my left shoulder…
The last three miles before the turnaround (it is an out and back course) were all downhill, descending 1100 ft. over the same ridiculously rocky terrain.  I started turning it on a bit here and running confidently – too confidently – downhill when suddenly I caught a toe running full speed downhill and had a spectacular crash down on my left arm and shoulder.  I cried out some awful Braveheart bawl and lay there on the trail with both my handhelds thrown off the trail.  A yardsale.  I quickly got up and started on again with all sorts of bad things going on in my left shoulder for a few minutes.  But besides some wounds and an awesome painting of dirt over my torso, I was ok and still feeling the gratitude.
I hadn’t seen runners 1 and 2 for a while and was wondering when they were going to pass by me.  I was pleased to find that they only had about a 2-minute lead on me as I approached the turnaround aid station.  My new ultra friend Ryan Cooper was there cheering me on which really gave me a boost to see a friendly face.  I had the volunteers fill my bottles while I jumped into the river and took a few seconds to cool my head and clean my wounds.  Fill the bottles, cool down, time to chase.
Heading out of the aid station, I was now heading back where I had just been and was ready to make the three-mile climb up the mountain.  Living in Crozet and running Jarmans Gap Rd more than I care to admit, I had great confidence in my ability to make some gains up this hill.  I also now had the ability to see who was behind me and who might also be making a charge.  I passed the 4th place runner and could quickly see he was done as he struggled on the rocks.  Passing the 5th place runner though I could tell he was just getting warmed up and had a lot of pep in his step.  I’d have to watch out for him.
Did I mention it was rocky?
I took down another gel as I started the climb up and was surprised to catch up to both first and second within just a few minutes of the climb.  Here is where I knew I had a great chance to actually win this thing.  I saw Bethany Patterson zooming down the hill somewhere around 10th place and we could both quickly tell that the other was quietly having a very good day.  I then passed Keith Knipling who got all excited when he saw me and told me I looked great and that the guy in first didn’t look good.  That was all I needed to hear to put my head down and start grinding.
The runner who was in first the first half faded first.  I felt bad for him because I could tell he was pretty much done.  “Keep it up!” was all I could come up with as I passed him and took over second.  Chris was now in first but I could see him walking some of the sections I was running and I knew it was just a matter of time before I caught him.  Sure enough, about two miles from the turnaround I passed him on a steep uphill section, but we encouraged each other to keep up the pace.  I told him about the guy with pep in his step behind us.
At the 18-mile aid station, I again stopped to fill my bottles, mix my Tailwind mix, and grab some watermelon and I was surprised to see Chris just fly through the aid station.  There wasn’t another one for about 4 miles and it was starting to get hot out.  I kept a steady grind up the hills and once again caught up with Chris.  We had some more good conversation, though a bit more winded and tense, before I finally decided I needed to push it a little harder to keep the gap on the peppy guy behind us.
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Running strong
Suddenly I found myself alone on this beautiful trail in the lead.  I had another mile of seeing runners on their way out, and said hi to Denise, Gary, and Tom.  And then, I was alone.  These next 11 miles were incredibly enjoyable, yet complex.  First, I was in the lead of an ultra.  Woo Hoo!  I was going to enjoy every minute of this.  However, I had no idea how far ahead of second place I was.  I kept thinking of that young peppy guy, but quickly decided that I was not going to run scared.   I was running this rocky trail hard, running every climb.  No one was going to make up any time on me on this trail.
But running that trail hard has its consequences, and thus began my epic series of falls.  Full falls.  With about 10 miles to go I took another full speed fall and both of the lids on my handhelds blew off.  I got into the 9-mile-to-go aid station and was cheered on by Ryan again and this time Kevin Sayers was there congratulating me on a strong run so far.  He laughed when he saw how covered in dirt I was and my arm scrapes and asked if he could take a picture.  That was great and I was having a good time with them.  Bottles filled, I grabbed some watermelon and charged down the trail, even more fired up to keep pushing for the win.
9 miles to go for the win.  Just a 9 mile tempo run.  I felt hydrated, my legs felt great, and mentally I was in a good place.    So THIS is racing I thought to myself.  Can I keep it up for 9 more miles?  How crappy would it be to get passed now?!  Wait, I can’t think like that!  Stay positive and just keep tearing it up!  I just kept attacking those rocks and grinding the climbs.  And then another yardsale fall.  “Expletives!!”  “Dammit Andersen!  How many more times are you gonna fall!  They’re starting to hurt!”  I kept blowing the lids off my bottles but at this point there were some streams I could refill them in.  I was constantly dousing myself in this water, trying to keep my body cool.  At every significant stream I would stop for a few seconds, open my bottle and just pour the cold stream water over my head and body.  That was incredibly refreshing and well worth the time spent.
RD Kevin Sayers
Falling down again…
At the last aid station, 6 miles to go, I was again cheered on by Ryan and Kevin and the volunteers.  At this point I was out of fuel.  No more gels or Tailwind, and 6 miles to go.  I grabbed a few more pieces of watermelon and again charged down the trail.  Only seconds later, I turned my head around to shout something to Kevin and caught a root – down again! Right in front of everyone at the aid station!  And my bottle cap blew off again!  I had to run back to the aid station and refill and like a dog who’d been hit by a car, and ask Kevin how many more times I was gonna fall down again today.
Six miles to go!
Those last 6 miles actually blew by.  I was gaining confidence with each mile as I was able to keep my body cool and was still hydrated.  Despite my numerous falls and achy arms I kept charging the downhills and grinding all the climbs.  I started to think about my 8 year old son who was more than likely waiting for me at the finish.  How great it would be for him to see his daddy win this race.
With about ½ mile to go, I had to start walking the climbs.  I was now approaching the ends of my ability.  I was chuckling to myself that if someone came up on my now, we’d have an epic power hike battle as the last half mile was ridiculously steep uphill.  My left calf suddenly cramped and paralyzed me for about 20 seconds, then miraculously allowed me to continue hiking.  I laughed thinking that Andy Jones-Wilkins would probably hear about this but then call me a boy because I’ve never run a 100.  And I laughed thinking that Horton would probably call this a sissy race, just because it wasn’t one of his.  Lets face it, this wasn’t Western States or Promise Land, but it was the rough and tumble Catoctin 50K and I was just a few hundred yards from winning it!
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As I turned the corner by the tea room, the first person I saw was my son who yelled “Daddy!” and grabbed my hand as we ran towards the finish together.  I crossed the finish line and got my handshake from Kevin and my CAT card, then got a hug and kiss from my wife.  I was exhausted, exhilarated, and hot, but I was DONE!

I stayed at the race for hours after finishing, strengthening relationships with old friends and making plenty of new friends as we ate the great post race food and shared stories.  It was kind of fitting that I won the race where there are no special finishers awards – my finish was no more celebrated than 100th place.  But that’s the community and I hope I can one day be like Gary or Tom, still part of it after all these years.
Many thanks to Kevin Sayers and all the great volunteers who fed us and filled our bottles.  And congrats to all my friends who were also Rockin’ at Catoctin – it was a great race; I’m sure to be back.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Triple Jarmans -- Jarmans Invitational Marathon Prep

Three times up and down sucked.  Five times is really going to suck bad.  And the wildlife is worse than I thought.  We saw this beast 3 or 4 times, seemed to have very little fear of us:

David, Stuart, Jeff, Josh and I met for repeats this morning on Jarmans Gap Road: 3x up 1500', 3x down this morning. Truthfully, it wasn't as bad as I feared.  It helped that the temp barely topped 80, and not too humid.  Also, I wasn't trying to crush it, just wanted to see what 3 repeats felt like (my legs were tired but I could've turned around and done another), try out some different shoes to decide which to go with (Altra Olympus), how much hydration (one bottle was enough for the first loop, but for two and three I needed to refill from the jug Josh had at the top) and a feel for time (45 minutes for the climb and a bit under 30 back down seemed sustainable for me, though maybe not by #5).

Before we started a nice lady driving down the hill told us that the dogs were out, but shouldn't be a problem.  She said a brown one recently nipped a cyclist because (she thinks) the cyclist kicked at it.  She said to just say the dogs name and it will back down.  Unfortunately I can't remember its name, but I think it was something like "Killer" or "Mauler", or maybe it was "Suarez" (the World Cup biter).  There were two dogs out with some little kids who said their dogs liked to chase runners but didn't bite.  The light one was friendly, the brown one (not the nipper) was more skittish when we stopped to talk with them.

If you haven't run Jarmans yet and are running JIM, I wouldn't worry about it as long as you're getting some hill work.  It might be more fun to see it fresh for JIM since we'll all be sick of it after that anyway.  Unless you're a real stud you'll be walking around the time you go past the church or the FAA shed about a mile up.  It gets really steep in the middle but higher up it gets more runnable again.  I found that running 10 steps and walking 10 steps helped me get running again on the less steep sections, and when it was steeper I'd just walk longer.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Wintergreen Trails

Wintergreen has ~30 miles of rugged hilly trails, including a 14 mile perimeter trail and 16 miles of alternate and connector trails.  The AT used to go through Wintergreen, but was rerouted on the west side of the Blue Ridge Parkway not long after Wintergreen was developed.  Much of the old section still exists as the Old AT trail in Wintergreen, and it connects into the existing AT at the Dripping Rock parking area at about mile 9.6 of the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Hiking Upward has a decent map/description of the Wintergreen perimeter trails, and I've taken this photo of the official trail map provided by the Nature Foundation at Wintergreen:
Wintergreen Trail Map

The perimeter trails are in red on both the map and blazes.  The alternate trails are in yellow.  To stay on the perimeter, there are a few road crossings and a couple short road connectors. 

Getting There

Wintergreen Resort is on Route 664 1 mile south of the intersection with the Blue Ridge Parkway at Reeds Gap, and 5 miles north of Route 151 where Devils Backbone brewpub and the Ski Barn are.  There's a huge green sign at the entrance.  Go up Wintergreen Drive about 2.5 miles, and bear right at the fork in front of the fire station to go on Mountain Inn Loop.  Take a right on Grassy Ridge Drive and take that down to the parking lot at the dome.  The trailhead is nearer the gravel parking lot than the paved one.  Unfortunately the trail head isn't simple to find.  To head clockwise, go past Ridgely's Fun Park with the teepee and look for a small brown sign at the ends of the woods for Cedar Cliffs North.  To head counter clockwise, take the gravel/dirt road across the ski runs, which becomes the Loggers Alley trail.  But it's best to go with someone who's been there before anyway.

Navigation Aids

The trails change names at roads and alternate trail crossings, usually without incident.  Going clockwise, from Cedar Cliffs North you have to jog left for maybe 50 yards then right to Cedar Cliffs South to stay on the red perimeter.  Down at the south end, when the Fortune's Ridge Trail hits Wintergreen Drive, go down the road about 25 yards and look for the Pond Hollow trail head across the road.  This takes you up a long climb to the highest point of the trails at the Blue Ridge Overlook.  Take a left onto Devil's Knob Loop, and left on Cedar Drive, and look for the trailhead for the Old AT trail on the right part way down.  (In the winter at the end of Cedar Drive you may be able to pick up a trail that was roughed out but not used for UROC, which comes out to 664 just below Reeds Gap where the AT crosses, but in the summer it's overgrown.)  The Old AT crosses Laurel Springs Drive once but continues directly across the road.  Further down the hill look for a right onto Upper Shamokin Gorge to stay on the red perimeter trails.  (If you continued on the Old AT you'd cross Laurel Springs Drive once again, and shortly after that you'll run into the AT and then the Blue Ridge Parkway at Dripping Rock.)  On Upper Shamokin Gorge look for a right onto Chestnut Springs to stay on the perimeter, but you might want to continue a bit further down to a waterfall and then double back.  Chestnut Springs Trail comes to a T with Loggers Alley, take a right to get back to the parking lot.

Going counterclockwise, the only additional thing to watch for is a left turn to stay on the Pedlars Edge Trail, otherwise you'll wind up in Intern Gulch, so named because not one but two nature foundation interns missed that trail and would up down at a trailer on some dead end road coming out of the valley.  Not recommended!


The trails at Wintergreen are quite technical.  Some of them are extremely rocky.  To compound things, much of it is greenstone, which gets very slick when wet.  Particularly rough trails are Blackrock, Brimstone, Pedlars Edge, Cedar Cliffs North, and Upper Shamokin Gorge.  DO NOT run these when they are wet.  There are a couple places where you have to slide off a rock face onto another rocky landing and it's hard enough in dry conditions. 

Run with a buddy, because there are many places where you can turn an ankle or fall and hit a rock.  These trails are much more technical than the AT.  Drew Kreuger has the FKT of the loop, 2:53.  For most of us it is a 4-5 hour trek. 

There is water at various points but since there is salt run off from roads, fertilizer from the golf course, whatever they put in the water for snow making, etc, I recommend carrying what you'll need and perhaps dropping water at road crossings.

You shouldn't lose the trail, but if somehow you do and cannot back trace to find the trail, go UP, not down.  Before too long you will hit one of the many roads or ski slopes on top of the mountain.  If you go down, you could go many miles before finding any signs of civilization, and you could hit a cliff face that will stop you.

Alternate Runs

One of my favorite runs is to start at Loggers Alley by the dome, starting the perimeter clockwise.  Continue on Loggers Alley when it turns into a yellow trail, and just after a creek crossing take a left onto Morgan's Loop, which is not on this map but runs parallel to Upper Shamokin Falls Trail.  Go run at the Laurel Ridge road access trail to the road.  Go uphill on the road for 1/4 mile and look for the Old AT trail head on the left.  It starts as yellow and turns to red.  Cross the road and continue on the Old AT and go about another mile and look for the 2nd yellow trail on the left, Hemlock Drive access.  Take this yellow trail to the cul-de-sac, and take that street to a left Devils Knob Loop road and an immediate right on Wintergreen Drive.  Look for a brown diamond sign giving you an alternate dirt and asphalt path to follow rather than running on the road.  Where that path crosses Blue Ridge Drive, follow the Highlands Leisure Trail down to the ski village.  Take a path past the big white tent back down to the parking lot.  The loop is almost exactly 10K.

Add on about 3 miles by taking the gravel/dirt road out of back end the parking lot down to the Hemlock Springs Trail on the left just before you hit the big water tank.  You might also see some twisty mountain bike trails to follow rather than the road.  I can't describe exactly how to find or use them but they are great to explore.  Anyway, stay left of the creek and Hemlock Springs Tr becomes Cedar Cliffs South.  When that comes to a T, go right 100 yards or so to a fantastic rocky view overlook.  Backtrack and stay straight on Cedar Cliffs Main back to the gravel road, and turn right to take that back to the parking lot.

The Laurel Ridge Loop trail, especially the south part starting with the trail head off Mountain Inn Loop is another nice route.  Combine it with the Fortune's Ridge Trail and Pond Hollow up to the Pond Hollow Crossover back to the Laurel Ridge Loop trail.  Going right from here is a more runnable way back than left.

There are also some mountain bike trails in and around the ski slopes that look very runnable.

The best option may be to connect to the AT.  The Old AT trail crosses Laurel Springs Road and within 200 yards you are at the AT where it crosses the Blue Ridge Parkway at Dripping Rock between mile posts 9 and 10.  Heading north, it's about 4 miles to Humpback Rocks and 14 miles total to Rockfish Gap/Afton.  The first mile south takes you to a nice view similar to the view at the Raven's Roost overlook off the parkway.  Beyond that the profile looks promising but it's extremely rocky.  5 miles to Reeds Gap total.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

CATass 50k

While many of our friends will be running the VT100 on July 19, those of us left behind can have our own fun at the CATAss 50k. Created as a training run for Western States by our friend Andy Jones-Wilkins, the CATAss is a true Fat Ass in that there is no fee, no T shirts, no wimps and no whining. There will be water and heckling at miles 5, 12 ( a spring), 19, and 25, and the requisite post-run story telling, eating, and drinking.

The course combines the New Year Day Rendevous Run with the Harry Landers Special. First, runners will run to Blackrock from Sugar Hollow:

Then they will head north from Blackrock on the AT and run the Doyle's River and Jones Falls Loop CCW:

They will return to Blackrock on the AT and continue south to Turk Branch Trail and the finish at Sugar Hollow:

More details will be forthcoming. If you are looking for a solid, hot, hilly, beautiful training run for your fall ultras, come join us at the CATAss 50k.