Although both Jim and I have run the Sunmart 50-miler at
Huntsville State Park, we have never participated in Rocky
Raccoon. The races are sponsored by different groups;
they share only the same venue and trail system.
Both of us have concentrated our 100-mile efforts in the past
mostly to the more difficult Western mountain regions at races
renowned for their scenic vistas, difficult terrain, gobs of
elevation gain and loss, and/or high altitudes --
Leadville, Bighorn, Western States, Wasatch, The Bear, Grand
Teton. Even Vermont and Rio del Lago have a fair amount of
elevation gain and loss at lower altitudes. The least hilly
courses we've run are Arkansas Traveler, Kettle Moraine, and
Umstead. Even those have more elevation gain and loss than
Rocky is considered to be among the "easiest"
(comparatively!) trail hundred-milers. It is a relatively flat
and fast course, undulating just enough to use different
Of course, running and walking a hundred miles
is NEVER easy, whether you're in the front of the pack. the back of the
pack, or somewhere in between. The distance alone, regardless of
all the other variables you find over the span of a hundred
miles, will tax your system. We've avoided these "easier"
courses most of the time simply because we love to run in the mountains
so much, not because they weren't challenging enough.
If you either know us or have been following along in our
journals for the last few years you know neither one of us has
been successful recently in our 100-mile races. By "successful"
I mean finishing one of the suckers within the time limits.
Jim's last 100-mile finish was at Vermont in 2005:
Jim finishing the Vermont 100-miler in
My second and
last 100-mile completion was 'way back in 2000 at Vermont,
although I consider the 75 miles I ran recently at Across the
Years (photo below) in under 23 hours to be almost as good as a 100-mile trail
finish in 28½ hours, the
time in which I completed Arkansas Traveler and Vermont when I
was almost a decade younger.
Sue goes by in a blur during Across the
Years 24-hour Run
Now my Granny Knees and our decreasing speed /
advancing ages are threatening to
erode the ability of either one of us to finish ANY
hundred-miler, even the "easy" ones. Jim bailed out early last
April at Umstead, also considered fairly easy, taking a 50-mile
finish instead of pushing on for 100. He was disappointed in
failing to reach his goal of 100 miles at Across the Years
24-Hour Run in
December and decided within ten days afterwards that the 75
miles he did in 22+ hours was "good training for a 100-miler."
When he said that during a training run I thought a few seconds and responded,
"Why don't you run Rocky Raccoon?"
Guess that makes me
The stars aligned: the timing for Rocky was good, we could hit
it on our way back home from Phoenix, and wonder of all wonders,
there was no limit to the number of entrants. That's becoming
more and more rare in the world of ultra marathons, especially with popular 100-milers.
How popular is Rocky?? There were over 500 entrants this
year in the 50- and 100-mile races. It's not the biggest ultra,
but it's right up there. Two hundred fifty-two
runners started the hundred, the highest number in the event's sixteen
years. One hundred sixty-eight finished, tying last year's
record number of finishers. However, because fewer people
started the race in 2007, this year's finish percentage (66%)
was lower, the second lowest since the race began.
Why? Probably that heat and humidity I mentioned in my last
entry. The high was a balmy 72º
F. and the low was only 43º F. It was
muggy during the day on Saturday and Sunday and some rain fell
during the night hours. If you'd been training all winter in the
North, or most anywhere else in the country, you weren't prepared for that!
I warned several runners early in the afternoon that they were
already getting sunburned.
Jim had an advantage. He's been
training (and tapering) the past six weeks in somewhat mild
50-60-degree temperatures in Arizona and Texas. That helped, but
it didn't make the race "easy" by any means despite its
mostly-good footing, low elevation, few hills, frequent aid
stations, and repeat loops.
It was still a hundred miles, after
all, and that's NEVER easy!
"There is no weigh-in. If you wish, you can just show up,
check in, and run." - Joe Prusaitis
Did I mention this is also a rather low-key race, despite its
large size, with fewer "do this, don't do that" rules than most
Race Director Joe Prusaitis conducts the
pre-race briefing outside Raven Lodge
RD Joe Prusaitis did follow the race schedule for all activities
before, during, and after the race (briefings, drop
bag deliveries, meals, awards ceremony, etc.) but attendance by the runners was
more optional than in many 100-mile races. Joe expects the
runners to assume personal responsibility for knowing (and
following) the rules and monitoring themselves during the race.
As he says on the web site,
"If there is anything I missed, please call or send an
e-mail. I want to know what you think. I will repair what I can,
adjust what makes sense, add in new ideas, and remove what
should be gone."
Not all RDs are that flexible or open to suggestions! I like this guy.
After Jim entered the race three weeks ago, he read everything
he could find about it on the web site and in the ultra list
archives. He knew where his drop bags would go, what the
intermediate cut-off times are, when pacers may start, where
crews can meet their runners, how the
course is marked and laid out, where aid stations are, and
other particulars. Previous race reports
written by runners always have useful information, too.
Drop bags are easier here than at some races because of the
multiple-loop format. Runners can put a drop bag in only two
locations, the start/finish area and the Dam Road aid station.
Since the runners pass Dam Road twice each loop on an
out-and-back section, they have access to their drop bags three
times each 20-mile loop. (You can see a map of the trail system
in the park in my
Because this is our first time here and we didn't want to miss
any information, we both attended the
pre-race briefing on Friday afternoon. On our way to the
briefing we left Jim's drop box in the trailer for the Dam Road
Jim picked up his race packet with his number, timing chip, and
a nice pullover jacket the entrants received. We
exchanged greetings and hugs with lots of friends, then
listened as Joe and his assistants conducted the pre-race
There was a good crowd present; only about half
are shown below:
One of the best things about ultras is seeing old friends from
all over the country -- and world -- that we may not have seen for
several months or years, and making new friends. Before
and during the race we met several people with whom we've
corresponded by e-mail via the internet ultra list. It's always
fun to put faces with names.
Several folks introduced themselves to us and thanked us for
this web site. We always appreciate that! One man told me he's
starting his AT hike (run?) on April 29 and I'm so sorry I don't
remember his name (CRS Syndrome again!).
this candid shot of Anne Watts, Beth Simpson-Hall, and Larry Hall at
Jim happily posed with Matt and Anne Watts after the briefing:
Although the Watts live and work in Colorado they manage to
ultras all over the country. We saw them at ATY in December
(AZ) and we'll see them again at Umstead in April (NC), Bighorn
in June (WY), and maybe some other races later in the year.
The pre-race dinner was next but we opted out.
It's always nice when runners have the choice of paying extra
for meals instead of including them in a higher
entry fee. We chose not to spend an additional $10 each for
dinner (which proved to
have more runners than Raven Lodge could accommodate) or the
post-race breakfast. After socializing with friends, we had our
usual pre-race fare in our camper nearby. We made final
preparations for the morning, and got to bed early. Since it
still gets dark very early this time of year, falling asleep at
8:30 PM for Rocky was easier than trying to sleep the night
before a race in the summer when the sun's still shining.
No matter what time of the year, however, it's always tough to
get up at O-dark-thirty to run a race! It was still dark at the
6 AM start, too.
Jim was in good spirits as he got dressed and consumed some
calories (he's not much of a pre-race eater, especially that
early). Because of our proximity to the start/finish area and
the limited parking near the lodge, we decided to walk about 2/3
of a mile to the start with a chair and a couple of Jim's drop
Rather than leave his things at the aid station for a volunteer
to retrieve every loop, we set up our crewing spot along the
course leading to/from the turn-around at Raven Lodge. That would give us
faster access to his drop boxes and more room to spread out. I
was picking out a spot when
RD for the Grand Teton races, invited me to use his race team's
canopy. That was very generous and kept Jim's drinks and gels in the shade all day.
Thanks, Jay and Lisa!
I took the rest of our supplies, gear, and clothing on later
trips to that aid station. Walking and running back and forth
from the camper at least four times gave me a good warm-up for
my pacing duties that evening!
At 6 AM the 252 hundred-milers began their long journey into the
My photos in the dark are a mess, but I like the movement shown
in that picture. Photoshop editing software can do only so much
when I use the wrong setting on my camera and don't bother with
a tripod! (It's less dramatic in grayscale. I tried that.)
After the runners were gone on their first twenty-mile loop I
could see the volunteers at the aid station who were trying to
sort the 100-miler's drop bags by number were having a tough time of
it. Fifty-milers were starting to add their bags to the mix,
complicating the process. I helped the volunteers until my back
started hurting from bending over so much.
Sorting drop bags and boxes
I could barely lift some of the heavier ones. What the heck was
in them?? I was very glad Jim's boxes weren't in that tent, as
were the other runners who set up along the course nearby. It
was reminiscent of the Hinson Lake and ATY loop courses where
runners can set up chairs, tents, and canopies along the course for
their personal aid stations.
"Our volunteers are the heart and soul of this event, so don't
be surprised when they treat you like family. We want you to
finish and will do what we can to help you achieve this goal."
- RD Joe Prusaitis
Jim and I think the volunteers at Rocky did a fantastic job.
We're always appreciative of that in our races and thank as many
as we can. I'm not criticizing them or race management regarding
the drop bag situation at the main aid station (so many bags, it
would be hard to find and replace them each loop for over 400
runners). I'm just
recommending that runners who are reading this
put their bags, cooler, and a chair out along the course just
before the start/finish for easier, faster access. If it's
likely to rain, erect a canopy. If you leave your bags/boxes in the tent at the aid station,
just realize it'll take
longer to get to them each time and there isn't much room to sit
there to change shoes, etc.
THE FIRST SUNRISE
Half an hour after the 100-milers began running I noticed the
sun was beginning to rise over the lake. Very cool! I walked
behind the lodge to the area where the briefing was held and
watched for several minutes as the colors changed in the sky and
on the water. The moon was still visible in one direction:
The view toward the east changed before my eyes
as the sun gradually rose higher and higher:
I didn't see the sun pop over the trees, however. The 50-mile race
was ready to start, and I needed to return to the camper to take
care of the dogs, eat breakfast, and prepare for my crewing job.
Jim had been running for an hour. I wondered where he was and
whether he was enjoying himself . . .
A DAY (AND NIGHT) IN THE LIFE OF A CREW PERSON
I wish Jim would write his own race reports. It's hard to write
these things from the perspective of the runner when I wasn't
out here running!
Sure, I've run in a bunch
of 100-milers (and DNF'd the majority of them) so I know what
it's like. The first few hours are usually a lot of fun. I have
happy feet, I'm talkative with the volunteers and the other
runners, I eat and drink and pace myself according to plan, and I am
optimistic about a strong finish
you are an ultra-endurance athlete, you know what I'm talking
Slowly, inexorably, I start to unravel. The enormity of the task
sinks in. Perhaps I ran that first twenty or forty or sixty
miles too fast . . . Hmmm, these hills are getting longer
on each subsequent loop . . . Gosh, I
never thought 70 degrees could feel so hot! . . .
My stomach's not feeling so
good now and I've lost my appetite . . . I'd
better check out that hot spot on my foot before it really
starts to hurt . . . I can't sit down or I won't be able
to get back up . . . I wonder if I can finish in time if I walk
all night . . .
Above and below, smoke from campfires makes an
interesting pattern near the lodge on race morning:
If it's not one thing, it's another. A lot can happen over one
hundred miles, even at an "easy" race like Rocky. Jim
experiences many of the same problems and thought processes I do in
races that last 26 or 28 or 30 hours or more. Little annoyances
can escalate into major problems before we realize it, and
sometimes it's too late to "fix" them. Sometimes we can overcome
the obstacles and triumph over them, which is definitely more
There's a myth among endurance athletes that "it never always
gets worse." Well, sometimes it DOES keep
getting worse, and the only way we can make it better is to bail
out. Unfortunately, that happened to Jim again during the night
and I was there when it happened.
Runners along the lake before the Site 174
aid station in the first loop
Jim's race began well, as usual, and his plan went pretty much
according to schedule the first sixty miles. He studied the splits of runners
in previous races to help him figure out how fast he should run
each 20-mile loop to finish in three target time zones:
25 hours (best-case scenario), 27 hours (reasonable goal), and 30 hours
About two hours after the race began I walked to the nearby aid
station at Site 174, which is 17 miles into each loop. I took
photos down by the lake (the three pictures above) and as runners
came up the short hill to the aid station.
I was surprised how fast some of the runners reached that point,
and not dismayed when it took a while for Jim to show up. It
meant he was pacing himself properly so he didn't go out too
fast. He was happy to see me and said he felt fine so
Still a happy boy after 17 miles
He had just three miles to the start/finish area where I'd see
him next. I hustled back to the camper, got more of his crew
gear, and headed for the main aid station. That was the first of
four or five trips I made between the camper and start/finish,
plus walking to two other aid stations, so by the time I began pacing him in
the fourth loop I'd already put in eight or nine miles and lotsa
time on my feet.
It didn't take Jim long to go those three miles the first two
loops. He finished his first loop in about five hours, right when he
planned for all three target finish times. He deliberately tried to go a little slower the next
loop, but ended up completing it in about the same time.
The two photos above show Jim (red shorts) to the left of several other
runners coming into the main aid station at 20 miles; the fellow
in the red shirt is Rich Limacher. Other
runners are going outbound on their second loop. Notice the
canopy, tents, and personal aid stations on the right. Our
supplies were under anther canopy (not shown) that was closer to the aid station.
Each loop Jim would do the official turnaround above (where the
flagging is), go into the tent with the food and drinks to see
what he wanted, then come back out to "our" canopy and get whatever
he needed. Then he'd head out on the next loop:
That's not him in the photo above, but it shows part of the route near the
start/finish area to the trail section that parallels the road
to and from the lodge. Normally people don't camp this close to
the lodge but it's permitted during this race.
On the second loop I decided to drive out to the Highway aid
station and surprise Jim. This aid station is located about four
miles into each loop. By then it was warming up considerably (it
would reach the mid-70s). This time of year much of the course
is in the sun and I knew by 11 AM he was getting hot. I carried
a cooler and crew box a quarter of a mile to the aid station in
case he wanted something different than aid station fare,
a bigger pair of shoes, whatever.
I had fun greeting other runners while I waited for Jim. I
always check to see if the volunteers need any help. If not,
I'll ask runners if there's anything I can do for them. I like
to be useful.
This is another out-and-back section of the course. Pretty soon
I could see Jim coming up the jeep road as other runners passed
him going outbound from the aid station. He WAS surprised to see
I don't always tell him which aid stations I'll visit because
"stuff happens" and I might not be able to get there on time. At
Rocky I planned to be at the start/finish (main) aid station
and the Site 174 aid station near our camper on every loop. By
seeing him three miles before the end of each loop I'd know if I
needed to get something from the camper to give him at the
main aid station. It was on a whim that I went out to "Highway"
the first time. Those are the only three of five aid stations
where crews can go to see their runners.
I saw Jim again at 37 miles (Site 174) and at the start/finish
at 40 miles. By then it was about 4 PM and he was a little fried
from the sun, heat, and humidity. He was slightly ahead of his
schedule for a 27-hour finish and was still optimistic about
finishing the race.
Runners on Prairie Branch Trail during the
afternoon on the way to Site 174 aid station
Jim returned to the course for his third loop. His feet were
starting to hurt and he wanted a different pair of shoes than he
had at the main aid station. I returned to the camper, got the
shoes, and drove out to "Highway" just in time. By then (mile
44) he had changed his mind about changing shoes. That's OK.
Been there, done that.
PITCHING IN TO HELP
Now it was time for me to get ready for my pacing duties. I
planned to walk and run with Jim the last 40 miles. Pacers are
allowed to start at any of the official crewing points after
their runners have completed 60 miles (as in some other 100s,
Rocky allows runners who are 60 and older to have pacers the
entire way, but Jim won't be 60 until August). I ate my supper, finished getting my drop boxes
ready, walked the dogs, and got dressed to run. After watching everyone else run all day, I was excited
to be getting out on the course, too! I love running and walking
at night and it would be fun to hear more details about Jim's
race and encourage the runners we saw.
But first I needed to see Jim again at 57 miles so I'd know if
he needed me to get anything from the camper for him to use at
the main aid station after his third loop.
Catra Corbett and Randy Ellis approach Site
174 on their first loop
It was already dark when I walked up the hill to the nearby Site
174 about 8 PM. I had barely sat down near the aid station when
I realized they were seriously under-staffed. There was one
timer and only one man trying to keep the food and fluids ready
for the runners, some of whom by now needed or requested more
assistance than earlier in the day. When I volunteered to help, they
were grateful. I
worked with them (and a young lady who showed up later) for about 45
minutes until Jim came in.
The other problem I noticed at this aid station was a temporary
lack of food and drink while I was there. They ran out of the
drink, Hammer Nutrition's Heed, and didn't have much besides
water to offer the runners to drink. They were also out of soft drinks, ginger
ale, bread for sandwiches, turkey, and cheese. Perhaps they
didn't plan to serve sandwiches all night. There was a
little bit of Sammy Voltaggio's delicious chicken noodle soup
and some cold meatloaf left if anyone wanted protein. The supply
of snack foods (crackers, chips, candy, etc.) seemed to be
Hans-Dieter Weisshaar runs up to Site 174
in his first loop
That was a surprise to me because the race
enjoys a good reputation for its volunteers and aid stations.
Fortunately, this was the only time Jim ran into a problem with
any of the aid stations not having something he wanted (Heed)
and he made do with what was available.
Jim said the aid stations at Rocky offered standard ultra race
foods and fluids and the volunteers were great. After being
totally spoiled at ATY it was a bit of a letdown, but much more typical of the ultras we
run. We think race management and the volunteers did a great job overall, considering the large
number of runners. They really do take care of you at Rocky!
STARTING TO UNRAVEL
When Jim came in I quit my impromptu volunteer job and assisted him in changing
into a larger pair of shoes and finding something to eat.
I was glad I took the shoes there, although by that point it was
too late to prevent blisters; they were already
Jim had about three miles to negotiate to the main aid station and I assumed
he'd run some of it. I got his boxes and hustled back to the camper, let the dogs
out to pee just one more time, grabbed my own two drop boxes for
40 miles of running, then walked as fast as I could back up to the
start/finish to wait for Jim . . .
. . . who took nearly an hour to get
there! I didn't have to rush as much as I did that time. That
was my first real warning that he was unraveling.
Jim came into the main aid station about 10 PM (16 hours into
the race) right on
his schedule for a
27-hour finish, but he needed to attend to his sore feet. That
process took about thirty minutes. The medical tent was crowded when we were there
and we had to wait several minutes for help from one of the medical volunteers,
but we thought that was preferable to doing the job ourselves in less-ideal
conditions. The camper was too far away and our canopy area
wasn't bright enough.
Juli Aistars is happy to finish Loop 1
When it was Jim's
turn, an EMT was able to pop one blister, disinfect the area,
and tape it up, but he couldn't get any fluid from the other toes that hurt.
Jim later found blisters under calluses on both little toes (blisters under
thick skin are very difficult to drain) and another one on his heel that
wasn't visible in the medical tent.
After Jim put on clean socks and his larger shoes we began running
Loop 4 at 10:30 PM. He had 60 miles down and
"only" 40 to go in 13½
hours. Despite his increasing foot pain, he still
verbalized optimism about finishing. He had enough time in the bank to
walk fast all night, run and walk after the second sunrise, and still finish under 30 hours.
YIPPEE! I GET TO RUN!!
Well, a little bit.
Neither one of us runs much at night in a 100-miler because
we're too tired by then and it's hard to see the rocks and
roots. Jim's more coordinated than I am, but he's had his share
of face plants. It was very dark on race night, a few days before
the new moon. Clouds had rolled in, too, and some light rain
fell before dawn. One of our flashlights became too dim to be of
much use within a few hours, even after changing batteries;
we both had spare lights, so we were good to go. We could see
well enough to run here and there, but it was mostly a long
It was warm and humid during the night, getting down only into the mid-40º
F. range. That was comfortable for us in shorts and light
jackets. Unlike ATY, where Jim had problems with
hypothermia, he stayed warm throughout the night at Rocky. After
dark he wasn't eating and drinking as much as earlier, but he
did better than in some races where I've paced him. His
alertness and sense of humor remained intact as we walked as
quickly as possible (and did some downhill running) the first
few miles of his fourth loop.
Everything looked different to us now that it was dark. That
probably helped Jim mentally because he's not a big fan of
loops. For reasons that are difficult to explain, the short
loops at ATY and Hinson Lake don't wear on our brains like the
longer ones at Rocky and Umstead. It has a lot to do with
"instant gratification" when we see our progress after each very
short loop. Jim loved the terrain and
trail surfaces at Rocky, just not the thought of going back out
each time on the big loops.
Jean-Jaques d'Aquin approaches the main aid
station at the end of his first loop
I was so hyped up about finally getting to run and walk that I
thoroughly enjoyed the hours in the dark. Our field of vision
is limited by the length of our flashlight beams, so our other
senses become heightened. For example, we always become much more aware of
sounds at night, although the frog chorus at Rocky around the lake and
through the swampy areas would have awakened the dead even
in broad daylight. Cool. It reminded us of the frog chorus
at Hinson Lake in North Carolina. They must learn the same
After a few miles it became obvious to me that Jim was more
fatigued than I realized back at the last two aid stations
(Miles 57 and 60).
Sections he'd run at a good pace during the day now took
seemingly forever in the dark and it was discouraging to him.
Although he was naturally fatigued this far into the race, the
main problem seemed to be his sore feet. It was painful for
him to even walk fast any more, let alone run the downhills.
He kept plugging along and pretty much blew past both
the Highway (64 miles) and Dam Road (67 miles) aid stations,
knowing the longer he stayed the harder it would be to leave. He
just wanted to get done as quickly as possible. I
thought he should be taking in more fluids and calories, but I
know when to stop pestering him about that. His energy level
seemed satisfactory; it was the foot pain that was
We were both impressed with the volunteers and food at the Dam
Road aid station. Runners pass Dam Road twice each loop at 7 and
12.7 miles. I saw it only twice but Jim was there eight
times. It's the only other drop bag location on the
course besides the main aid station, so it's the second most
"full-service" of the race's five aid stations. Volunteers are
able to drive in supplies on a jeep road but crews aren't
allowed to access this aid station or the next one, which is
called Far Side (because it's the farthest from the
lodge, on the "far side" of the lake?).
From Dam Road it is just under three miles out (then back) on a rutted jeep road
to the Far Side aid station, but as we trudged more and more
slowly toward it I didn't think we'd ever get there. And we
Jim was busy doing the math in his head on this stretch and
decided he no longer had time, at this pace or slower, to finish
the race on time. Instead of plugging on until he ran out of
time and got pulled, however, he had so much foot pain that he
just decided he was done. Period. He completely lost his desire
to continue forward. He turned around before reaching Far Side. I tried
my best to get him to go on to the turn-around, hoping he'd feel
better later on -- that "never always gets worse" stuff. But
he'd already decided it wasn't going to get any better, ever,
and he wanted to stop hurting sooner rather than (much) later.
We figure we got at least two miles out from Dam Road (probably
more) before turning around. That would have been 69+ miles. It
was a slow hike back to the Dam Road aid station but as soon as
he turned around, Jim's attitude brightened. Although he was
discouraged he was relieved to know he could get off his feet
I was frustrated on various levels and
concerned about what another DNF would do to Jim's psyche. I
thought a finish was fairly certain, and suddenly it wasn't. He'd been
thinking about dropping out for several hours, but it was a
surprise to me when he announced he was "done."
He had been in more pain than I realized. We both have a pretty
high tolerance for pain -- we have to, to run these things --
but we have our limits.
I think we got back to the Dam Road aid station about 1 AM.
Since Jim hadn't reached the Far Side, he dropped out
officially here, getting "credit" for only 67 miles
(first time through the aid station on this loop) even though
by now he'd gone 71 or 72 miles.
And to his great dismay, he
wasn't near done walking yet.
View across Lake Raven from the dam to the
It would be several hours before any of the volunteers could
drive us back to the lodge. They had a job to do. Since crews couldn't come to this
aid station, there was no one else with whom we could catch a ride.
Our choices were limited to 1) sitting and waiting several hours or
2) walking back about four miles to the lodge via a bit of a
shortcut on the service road and backwards on the Chinquapin Trail
(race course). Later we realized there was a little shorter way, but we didn't
know about it at the time and we might have gotten lost in the
dark on an unfamiliar trail.
After officially dropping out, Jim's attitude improved even more. It was
like a big weight had been removed from his shoulders. His
relief was palpable. He got some food and drink and talked for a
little while to AS Captain Lynn Ballard about Hardrock before we started walking
back to the start/finish area. It took us over an hour to walk
the distance in the dark and it seemed even longer than that. We remembered
some parts of the trail but it looked completely different going
the other way. Some oncoming runners thought THEY were going the
wrong way, but we reassured them they weren't hallucinating.
We finally got
back to the lodge area, made sure the timers knew Jim had
dropped out, picked up some of our gear, and walked another 2/3
mile to the camper.
That gave Jim a total of 75-76 race miles plus one and a third
miles to and from the camper. I had gotten in 8-9 miles crewing
and only 15-16 miles pacing. Bummer for both of us. Still, the
beckoning bed looked mighty good at 3:30 AM and we slept
soundly for several hours.
THE MORNING(S) AFTER
The official end of the race was noon Sunday. The awards
ceremony began at 11:30. Jim wasn't interested
in explaining what happened to him umpteen times to our friends,
so he opted out of the ceremony.
I decided I didn't want to explain it either, which I now
regret. I wish I'd attended anyway, as I've done at Leadville
and Bighorn and other races where one or both of us failed to
finish. It would have been fun to socialize with our friends and
share "war stories."
You can check the race web site for results:
http://www.tejastrails.com/Rocky.html As mentioned at
the top, only 66% of the runners finished the race under 30 hours, the
second-lowest finish rate in sixteen years. Jorge Pacheco was the first man in
14:12:21 hours, very fast but not a new course record. Jen Davis
was the first female in 20:01:59. Some of our friends finished,
some didn't. I know every one of them gave it their best shot, just like Jim.
Kim Love-Ottebre at the end of Loop 1
During the ceremony I drove the truck to a parking spot as close
to the lodge as I could get and retrieved the rest of our gear
from Jay and Lisa Batchen's tent. I watched as a couple of late
finishers came in to the cheers of runners at the
awards-ceremony-in-progress, talked to a few runners milling
around the finish area, and returned to the camper to begin the
tedious process of cleaning everything up and re-organizing it.
Between the two of us, we were able to lance and drain the three
blisters that weren't ready to be found in the medical tent.
That brought more relief. Jim soaked his feet several times in
Epsom salts and kept his legs propped up most of the afternoon.
His appetite and thirst returned to normal.
We both took a long nap Sunday afternoon and slept soundly again
that night. Jim's feet were still sore this morning (Monday) but they
are improving after minimal walking around.
I was still psyched
to run so Cody and I went out for 10+ miles on the Chinquapin
loop this morning, picking up some trash and taking down a few remaining
course markers. I saw something new at this race that is a great
idea: using clothespins to
attach streamers to trees and shrubs instead of tying them on. It's soooo much easier
to put them up and take them down than when they are tied. I
highly recommend it to other races:
Great idea: using clothespins to attach
course markers to branches
I enjoyed my last run in Huntsville State Park very
much despite the 79º F. "heat wave"
today -- or maybe because of it! You can't beat a warm, sunny day
in early February. Cody was happy to be free to run again. I had to
watch that he didn't go swimming anywhere -- the unseen
alligators, remember? The
egrets and herons were out in droves. Our "duck dog"
(a Lab who's not trained to hunt) pays
scant attention to waterfowl, so they were safe out in the
I'm glad we decided to stay one more day at the park to relax, take another
afternoon nap, and
enjoy the nearly-empty campground after all the other runners
went home yesterday. I didn't see anyone on the trails or out on
the lake today. I assume most folks had to be back at work or
were traveling home. Jim was kind enough to drive to
nearby Huntsville to do laundry and "run" errands while I ran
around the lake. We took one last walk after supper to enjoy the
sunset and stretch his legs some more.
I guess I don't need to worry so much about Jim's psyche. He's
already talking about the training he needs to do to finish
Umstead in April
and Bighorn in June . . .
"Success is the ability to go from one failure to
another with no loss of
Winston Churchill (one of several versions of this sentiment)
I love it!
Real ultra runners never give up hope for the next race.
Next stop: Galveston Island
"Runtrails & Company" - Sue Norwood, Jim O'Neil, Cody, and
© 2008 Sue Norwood and Jim O'Neil