I don’t know what week it is. We could start the countdown in days soon, as it is September 28, the race is October 18, so 20 days out!
I am happy to say I had a good trail run. 11 miles at Salt Fork State Park. The bridle trails are in good shape as we haven’t had any decent rain in a month. Our fall foliage is going to be a quick one, I am afraid. Then I get to stare at brown until the daffodils emerge in the spring time.
The Coach is back! I didn’t send him any emails, I knew he was plenty busy playing catchup after being on the AT for the month of August. We’ve been in email communication and I look forward to having a schedule. As an aside, Karl wrote me two months of schedule, for August and September, free, when he was gone. I pretty much followed it for all of August. September has a been a bit more free-styling, with the dog situation and the house remodel. It was much easier to bail on runs when I was not being held accountable.
I had to work Saturday, which means I had time to stand around and both cobble together my estimated times for Uwharrie 100 and to work on a new music playlist. Both equally important in my book. I have a separate blog post planned for “How to Estimate your Finishing Time for a Race you’ve never been to Before” (hopefully I can edit down that title). I always try to develop a new music list for a race also. I’m going to be alone for most of my 100 miles and music is a helpful stimulant.
I have started my packing lists for Uwharrie. My house, with the remodel, is extremely chaotic right now, but at least, since I just ran The Ring a month ago, all my running particulars are in known spots. I am flying to North Carolina, which makes packing a bit more methodical than driving to a race-where you can throw basically ALL your gear and clothes into the vehicle and go!
I was so happy to have a *good* trail run. I think it also helped my head that the Coach is back also, so he can talk me off any ledges if needed. It also helps that our house remodel is *done*. All that remains is all the re-organization that needs to be done, which I do want to take my time doing. We are having guests this next weekend, which is too bad that they will have to see pictures on the floor rather than on the walls, but I don’t want to rush my redecorating!
This was my old office look. The holes in the walls were courtesy of the electrician.
I liked my green and white, and border, but after fourteen years, it was time for a change up.
Yes, this is how jumbled up my bookcase had become.
I had taken all my running gear off the shelves before I remembered to take some “before” pictures.
Where I am at now:
We’re getting there!
My original colors idea:
I liked the coral, cobalt blue, yellow, and a light green for the walls. I didn’t realize I was actually channelling the Caribbean:
but I guess I was!
The room is getting there. Now it looks like this:
I have a cabinet in the corner with my china dogs on, that I didn’t want to move around until the rest was done. There is just that bit of wall paper border to strip off, paint a little primer on, and then paint that corner green.
I have some ideas for a desk. The desk I currently have is Dennis’ Grandma’s 1960’s table. It’s a cool table, but the computer equipment takes up the entire space. On my blue/yellow wall, I want to have a long table that I could sit at, write at, read magazines, create, spread stuff out!
Something like this: Or this:
The house painting is done. The decluttering, organizing, and redecoration has not begun yet. Although I want instant gratification for my office, I am willing to be patient. I may get my big long desk out of this current table and perhaps the old “coal room door”.
Or there might be a day trip to Pittsburgh to visit Ikea.
There will be Part Two, and maybe Three, of the Home Office Remodel. Stay tuned!
Friday afternoon I decided against driving three hours to Ohiopyle and sleeping in my vehicle and running on the Laurel Highlands Trail. I got more painting done in the home and spent time with my family.
Saturday I drove (1.5 hours) over to my beloved Mohican for a run. I had a loose idea of what I wanted to run. Rob had responded he was up for about ten miles with his lovely wife Johna but I had nothing firmed up.
I started out from the Covered Bridge, the old meeting place from so many old Mohican training runs.
I then headed down the trail, toward Big Lyons Fall. I didn’t feel like doing the hand over climb up Little Lyons.
There’s been a bit more wood added on the trails. I wince, but this section was always wet and just a mudpit.
I wince a little more at the stairs on Big Lyons Falls. Sure, it was kind of dicey ascent before, bu st the stairs make me think of Cleveland Metroparks. :/
I miss the orange blaze trail turn and continue over to Pleasant Dam. I power walk up the familiar Goon Road, and then take the orange blazed bridle trail over to Mohican Lodge. I haven’t been down this trail in a few years. About one mile or so, I see a sign where it says “Lodge Loop” so I veer to my left. This is a new trail (to me) that was not there in the early years of the “Forget the PR” race.
It’s very nice! A dry, windy, single track bridle trail. Lots of ups and down. I came across this sign:
It’s very pretty here but no more so than the rest of the Mohican ferns!
I stop to FB Rob to see if he was around and refill my water bottles at the Lodge. I was pleased to see they had one of those “Water Bottle” Filling Station versus a water fountain. I head back on the orange blazed bridle trail, back toward the Covered Bridge.
I am happy to get off the Lyons Trail as it is now 10 am and the tourists are arriving. I empty my pockets and refuel at my vehicle and start up the Mountain Bike Trail. I only plan to use the Mountain Bike Trail for a few miles and then hop onto the horse trail. I have no music on, I want to listen for any early morning bikers.
My plan is to run the old Red/Green loop of the “old” Mohican trail. I am thinking of going down one of the “other” bridle trails when I get to the Bridle Staging Area.
Rob finds me as I run parallel to Rt 97 and hollers “Fire Tower”. I check my phone and sure enough, he’s left me a message. We meet up at the Fire Tower and he tels me of his and Johnna’s running plans. They sound good to me, so we head out. Very few pictures of the second half of the run, because we were busy talking and running!
We stayed south of Rt 97, on the bridle paths. Rob took us down a new (to me) trail that I had never noticed before! More options to add or cut length! R ob and Johnna stayed with me back to the Fire Tower, and a mile down Hog Hollow Trail, toward the Covered Bridge.
I was going to do some more mileage, but after the newlyweds left, I noticed my legs were getting a bit tired. My mileage would come up to about 22 miles for the day and I decided that would be the time on my feet for the day.
Thanks to the Powells for making my last eight miles go by fast!
Bridle trail miles and running miles seem to be different. I came up with 6.78 miles on each visit.
I ran the same trail, the orange blaze bridle trail, at Salt Fork this week. I ran it on Monday and then today on Thursday. I am happy to say I felt a bit more energetic than Monday.
Monday I left the house, tired. I really wanted to go back to bed but the dry wall guys were arriving. My stomach was upset. I even took a Tums. I ate some toast, then left to go run the Bigfoot Loop at Salt Fork.
Which is not what I ended up doing. I decided to see how the bridle trail off Hosak’s Cave was. I had not run on this trail in two years. The last time I was on it, it was horribly overgrown and covered in downed trees and briers.
I was exhausted. I turned my phone alarm on for one hour, reclined the seat in my car, and napped for 45 minutes.
I would take that as a sign I was not recovered from The Ring..but I have a 100 mile race in seven weeks. I need to get back out on the trails again.
What a difference a year or so makes. The above picture was the “old” trail. That is a pretty good representation of what I bushwhacked through on my last visit. They’ve moved this section of trail closer to the lake. It’s pretty overgrown, down on the lake with tall weeds, but that is all.
Flash forward a few days later. I have actually gotten a decent night’s sleep, and I am out on the same trail again. I’m feeling much better about the Uwharrie 100. I’m trying to get out now, on trails, as much as possible, as my race will be on trails.
I am on the flat part of this trail, down by the shoreline, where I somehow spot a trail off to my left..and see the foundation of an old house.
How have I missed this before? I’ve run this loop maybe a dozen times before. Probably, due to it being flat, I’ve just been “running” down through here and never seen this before. Will there be daffodils in the springtime? I’ve already bookmarked this now in my brain to come visit and see what spring flowers might be emerging..
I take pics on my run. As I am taking pics of tree graffiti, i spot this little creature. How odd! It looks like a tennis shoe, like an artist rendition of “Where the Wild Things Are” of a Hoka Shoe. The FB friends identify it for me.
Saddleback caterpillar-The caterpillar is primarily green with brown at either end and a prominent white-ringed brown dot in the center which resembles a saddle. It has a pair of fleshy horns at either end. These and most of the rest of the body bear urticating hairs that secrete an irritating venom. Contact with the hairs causes a painful, swollen rash and sometimes nausea in humans. The hairs should be removed from the skin immediately to prevent more venom spread.
Nope! I had no interest in touching the little critter to begin with!
The second running of the orange loop was much better. Next week, I may see about doing two loops on a run.
Next training run is off to Ohiopyle, on the Laurel Hills Hiking Trail~
Last week I ran The Ring, a lovely 71 mile trail in Northern Virginia.
Monday I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a truck, and then run over again. I took the dogs out for their hike and that helped limber up the legs. My lower legs had a bit of the “cankles” look and I was tired. I took full advantage of my Monday off work and stayed on the couch with my legs elevated, watching house renovations all day long.
Tuesday I was still a bit tired at work, and glad to NOT be running. I still had a bit of DOMS, but I had recovered from the truck run over feeling.
Saturday I went off for a run. It was very hot and humid-at eight am! So I took it easy. The legs felt good, but I was tired on the uphills.
Sunday I felt horrible. I guess I should also explain that on Saturday I also baked a bunch of cookies; brush-hogged some of our property; and painted the huge bookcase in my office. Hence, I overdid it a bit on Saturday. I went shopping on Sunday! That was tiring itself.
I looked up my running schedule for the week, and found, to my delight, that Monday was an OFF Day! Who am I to argue with my schedule?
I also read a couple of articles on marathon recovery. To no body’s surprise, sleep is mentioned over and over. The problem is, it is one thing to know you need the rest, it’s another thing to actually get it.
There was also a great article on recovery on www.irunfar.com that I would recommend reading!
I took another zero day on Tuesday. Work was stressful and I was not feeling motivated. Today, Wednesday, I’m feeling a little antsy for a run so I believe it’s time to get back to it!
This is my recap of how my nutrition planned worked-and didn’t work for The Ring.
Start to Camp Roosevelt-I had Tailwind Nutrition in two of my bottles, 200 calories there. I also used just gels for the first 25 miles. I filled up one water bottle with Gatorade at Milford for some electrolytes and a few more calories. This worked just fine, I ate every gel on me and was hungry!
I also took a Tums-500mg calcium about five hours in, and then repeated this about every 4 hours after that.
Camp Roosevelt-it was busy here making sure I got new gels, my netting, and more calories and nutrition. I ate a bunch of watermelon and a few bits of cantaloupe because it looked very (and was) very tasty, but not so many calories. I ate a bit of PBJ. Did I drink an Ensure? (Can’t remember.)
Anyhoo, I left Camp Roo with a big fat belly, maybe a bit too much food in there, but some slow walking and burps got the stomach to settle down.
Eating on the annoying Duncan Hollow climb was an Ensure and a gel or two.
Crisman Hollow-I drank a Cranberry juice here, ate 1 1/2 grilled cheese sandwich. Again, a bit too much food, but the hot sandwich tasted good!
I ate some Hot Tamales going across Kerns. They were a bit too hot for my mouth, but I ate one at a time. I also ate some Strawberry Lemonade Chomps. I had some Honey Roasted Peanuts with me and was not even remotely interested in them.
At Moreland Gap AS I had some soup, some gingerale, a few pierogies. I picked up my Epic bar here. I nibbled on this on the climb up Waonaze, taking little tiny bites.
The Epic bar is a bit greasy and it started roiling in my stomach. I took and chewed up an entire ginger candy. A little relief. But I could tell a hurl was in my future. So I drank some water, so the solids would have something to attach themselves to.
Yep, a few minutes later, I’m heaving. The Epic Bar did not work! The rest of that section, I worked on water and sipping my Ensure. It had 350 calories, and I believe I got most of it down. This was my big low spot, where I contemplated stopping. After Woodstock, there is no place to stop.
At Woodstock, I drank some soup, ate a quarter of a quesadilla, which was tasty but just hard to get down. I also drank a few cups of ginger ale.
At Powells I drank more ginger ale, had a little soup. For the rest of The Ring I had Gatorade in one bottle, and another bottle of Ensure. So maybe 500 calories for 8 miles. Not too good, but sometimes better than nothing.
The Ensure really saved me on this Ring. The body never got a chance to get cooled off, except at Powell’s spring, for ten minutes or so. I believe this played a big part in trying to get food to stay in your stomach, and to be able to chew and swallow to get that food in your stomach!
Things I forgot about: My half-serving of Ultragen, and the Tailwind Endurance powder that was in my drop bag. I really should have written myself little notes about what to do at each AS, like I do for a 100 mile race. I was brain dead and not even looking through all my stuff in the last few AS.
Items I also tried: beef jerky. A fail for this Ring, but I will use again. My mouth was just too dry for it.
Nut Butter: Also a fail for this Ring, but I’ve used it before and found it delicious, in the Zion 100. It was the same as the beef jerky, my mouth was just too dry and found it unpalatable to get down.
Some things worked, some things did not. It’s just hard when the temperature of the body does not drop and makes the systems work overtime. My next 100 mile race is in October, so here’s hoping for some cooler temperatures!
It’s hard to believe that I have 4 folders of pictures on the computer from 4 Rings. It’s less hard to believe that I am not so bright and keep returning to Northern Virginia to run in the heat and humidity on Labor Day weekend.
There’s another huge numbers of runners starting The Ring, 50. It’s a pretty uneventful climb out of Elizabeth Furnace, the early morning is not as humid as 2013.
Dan Winkle on the East Ridge
I have managed my hydration well for the first thirteen miles. I carry 3 bottles for this section, and I still have a 1/2 bottle of water when we get to the wonderful volunteers at Milford Gap. Reload the water bottles, and now it’s off to Camp Roosevelt, mile 25.
Camp Roosevelt to Crisman Hollow Road
Camp Roo is again the rocking aid station. I get my drop bag, hear Sniper has been smack talking about me while I am out on the trail; eat some wonderful watermelon and cantaloupe, make sure I have my netting, and decide it’s finally time to face the bugs and then Waterfall Mountain on the next section.
I have my goals for The Ring; I look at my watch when I am getting back on trail: 237 pm. Hey, I probably did get to Camp Roo before 230 pm! Woohoo! (I believe that was the only time goal I achieved for The Ring.)
Back on trail, the infamous Duncan Hollow Trail section
Carter’s words from last year sums it up:
“I was trying to describe to Alan (my husband) how that long stretch of trail through the Peach Orchard/Duncan Hollow area is aesthetically uninteresting, has almost no view, and grinds you down by that slight but wearying uphill grade as one approaches Waterfall. I finally described it like this: “It’s like walking through a bland office corridor in Purgatory.”
It’s hot. The bugs are out. It’s monotonous. Mike and I scoop water from the two little tiny water crossings in the first two miles over our pulse points-neck, insides of elbows, over our heads. It makes you feel better for at least one minute or two.
This pretty much sums up Duncan Hollow!
This is Duncan Hollow, 2010, a more fresh growth after the fire
When you are almost out of the new growth area, you skirt the trees-but then, you hike a little more and skirt the trees again-and it almost feels like you have just repeated yourself.
Finally we return to the woods and descend Dry/Big Run, whatever it is called. It’s certainly dry this year. Some hikers ascending tell us Shelly has just encountered a rattlesnake right in front of us and stay to the the right. Yikes!!
Then it’s time for Waterfall Mountain. Ah, Waterfall. Your reward for Duncan Hollow. (This is why Reverse Ring rocks. You get to descend Waterfall, and Duncan Hollow, the other way, is a great gentle downhill all the way to Camp Roo.)
I glance at my watch as I turn right and start counting steps. I count to a 100 and start over. I don’t bother keeping track. I pass Larry who is sitting and says he is out, heat exhaustion. I get to the top, and try to do math-subtraction. I finally figure out my Waterfall Strava segment is 25 minutes-same as last year.
Crisman Hollow-Kerns Mountain
The Browns are handling the Crisman Hollow Aid Station and I eat 1 1/2 grilled cheese sandwich, drink one of my cranberry juices from my drop bag, change shirts, and make sure I have my light with me. It is apparent that I am not going to meet my goal of getting to Moreland Gap before the sun sets.
There is a little bit of a breeze up on Kerns and I am grateful. Most of us runners it seemed got overheated on the previous section, and I am no different. It was just not possible to get the core temperature down at all during The Ring.
I SAW A BEAR!! I was about a 1/2 mile past Q’s View, and I look over in the woods, to my right. About twenty feet away is a BIG BLACK BEAR!
I scream. The bear jumps and runs down the hill. He (or she) is long gone before I can even get to my camera. This shakes the fatigue off-for about five minutes.
I always fall on Kerns. Really. That is why I am not joking when I say “Kerns got its blood tribute, and I can continue.”
Darkness falls. It’s pretty uneventful. I catch up to the girls-Shelly, Helen, and Katie at Moreland Gap. Now we’re together and starting up Short Mountain. The climb up from the road seems long and unfamiliar in the dark. The climb does nothing to help the body temperature.
I’ve ate a little bit at the aid station, but I know I need more calories. But the poor body is trying to deal with the elevated body temperature and doesn’t want to divert a bunch of blood to the stomach. My packed food is not sounding too appealing. I will devote another blog post to my nutrition and hydration failures.
We catch up to Dan through this section. He’s not feeling that great, but this is his first time in Virginia on any sort of technical footing. We try to pull him along, but he drops back behind us.
Edinburg to Woodstock The big climb up to Waonaze Peak does a number on me. This is where the wheels fell off for me. I tried my Epic Meat bar. I nibbled on it, ate about half the bar. But in an hour or so, the greasiness of the bar recoiled in my stomach. I ate a ginger chew, felt better for about three minutes. I sipped on some water, knowing I was going to puke soon, and it’s better to have some liquid to puke up rather than just some small random pieces of food.
I puke. The stomach feels better, but not better to the point of putting more food into it. Ugh. The night has not cooled down at all. I feel.like.crap. I even think about quitting. I have nothing to prove, and 50 miles is a pretty good training run for the upcoming 100. Ugh. We haven’t even gotten to Woodstock yet, there’s still Powells to go, and THEN we have to climb Signal Knob!
Then the awful horrible physcial feeling lessens a bit, and I go on. I wish it was light enough to see the ridge on the right, as in the daylight it helps you gauge how close you are to Woodstock.
But then there’s the opening to the left, and I knew we’ve finally made it! With the Garmin long dead, I ask what time it is. “4 am.” I snort to myself, I believe my time goal was 230 am.
The thought of quitting is out of my head, of course. I drink some ginger ale, a little soup, a square of a quesadilla and have to turn down this wonderful looking scone! The quesadilla is hard to swallow, so I know I would waste that wonderful looking scone. Shelly and I are out, on our way to Powell’s Fort.
Daylight arrives on our way to Powells. We sink gratefully into chairs at Powells and have some last aid before our climb. The Aid Station is twenty feet from the spring!
The spring is functioning well and is ice cold. I splash water over my pulse points, head, neck. I am delightfully cold. I even have a bit of a chill. It’s wonderful. It is the only time I have felt cold-or pleasant-this entire 66 miles. This lasts for, oh, about ten minutes. But it was wonderful
Shelly and I get to the far end of the reservoir, and find, to our amazement, a BENCH!!! Of course we use it. We still have a bit of road to go, before the climb begins.
There’s the climb. At least the road has been graded, in the last year, so there are no longer ruts to jump across. We climb and climb and climb. And finally get to the Overlook.
Now it’s time for the last section. I tell Shelly about my first Ring, where I see the sign that says “Parking Lot 3 miles.” 3 miles? All downhill? Sweet. That should be at least 10 minute miles, I’ll be done in 30 minutes! Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah hah ha!!
The happiest I’ve looked on Signal Knob.
Actually, I have to say this was my “most pleasant” Signal Knob experience, probably due to Shelly’s happy personality.
We joked and complained and passed hikers, some of who knew what we were doing and congratulated us.
And then, finally, we are back. 27 1/2 hours after we started, another circumnavigation of the Massanutten Trail.
Why do I keep doing it? I heard, on the trail, from other runners “you’ve run this before? And you came back?” Well, what is the snappy repartee for a 4th time offender?
I don’t really know. The Ring and Reverse Ring is ALWAYS good training for the Massanutten 100 Mile Run. So there is that.
I get to see friends that I only get to see briefly at other times of the year! I get to run on some very challenging trails and spend a day-and night-playing in the woods, with no particular goal except to complete the journey.
So thanks for another year, mighty co-directors Bur and Quatro, the greatest volunteers!!!, VHTRC, and my fellow runners.
I want to give a quick plug for the newest members of the Fellowship of the Ring, congratulations, you are now eligible to run RevRing! Where Signal Knob is an easy climb, and Duncan Hollow is a nice easy, bug-free downhill run!!!