Eight Strenuous Weekends, Part 7
Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon
Sunday, Oct. 30, 2005

2005 Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon results
Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon info

2005 Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon photo slideshow

A week of feeling fairly lousy (tired, achy, low energy), combined with the race being moved to Thacher Park where I’ve run 9 miles of trails multiple times for the Indian Ladder Trail Run, and the race director pushing this as a costume-fest complete with costumed animals attacking the runners, left me less than enthused about this one. On the plus side, it was only half an hour away, so I was able to get up at 6:45 and still have plenty of time to get ready. But my expectations for this run were pretty low – I wasn’t even convinced I would be able to finish, given the two short runs I did this week.

So I’ll get the “bad” parts out of the way right at the beginning (1) Some dummy installed new insoles in his shoes this week and then ran 13.1 wet, muddy miles on them – so I have a nice blister on my left arch. (2) Some dummy wore a new fleece vest to stay warm during the breezy conditions of the run, which probably contributed to his first ever blister on the small of his back due to his waist-pack rubbing. (3) Some dummy left his film at the local Wal-mart despite the fact that every other time he’s been there, the 1 hr machine has been broken – and surprise, when he went back the machine was broken and if he’s lucky he’ll get his race photos tomorrow. (4) We didn’t get to run along the cliffs… what can I say, I like running along cliffs.

Now for some big “good” parts – I ran 13.1 wet, muddy miles (I think I’m paying some kind of karmic debt for calling myself a turtle so often), the furthest I’ve done since getting back on a steady training schedule, and I finished in 2:28, or about an 11:18 mile pace. AND I ran in some cool parts of Thacher Park I’ve never seen before, on a nice sunny October day. And despite previous warnings, no animals attacked and thus had to be harmed during the running of this race.

By now you’re familiar with the basics – got there, strapped up all my busted bits, picked up my stuff and dropped off my bananas, and hung around waiting for it all to start. It was sunny but COLD – the wind was whipping over the mountaintop! After a fairly strange song sung by someone who definitely should not quit his day job, we set off along a start section littered with cardboard “tombstones” – fun dodging THOSE seconds into the race. When we got to the trail, we quickly hit the first of many, many “mud-and-water” sections… and things ground to a halt as people carefully tiptoed past the mud. I resisted the temptation to make a sarcastic comment and settled for a slight shake of my head as I just blasted through the mud – I did hear someone mutter “That’s one way to do it, I guess.”



photo courtesy of www.albanyrunningexchange.org





photo courtesy of www.albanyrunningexchange.org







Much of the first 6 miles was on trails we run at Indian Ladder, though there was one section I hadn’t seen since they changed the IL course back in 2000. That was cool. Had a few chatterers… why is it people who are running in the woods feel the need to yell conversation at each other? Anyway, before I knew it (OK, about 70 minutes later) we were at the point where the 6-milers peeled away for their finish and the crazy half marathoners headed into a different section of the park. I had run about ½ of those trails, but in the opposite direction – so that was cool. And the course went into a section I had never been to – also cool.









As we were running along I was “treated” to another conversation that had me shaking my head. I was picking my way down a wet, muddy hill and two gals came slipping and sliding down behind me, with one of them grumbling the whole way about how she had run a marathon in 4 ½ hours, so she expected to finish this in 2 to 2 ¼ hours, and with all this mud and hills, THAT wasn’t going to happen NOW. (Gotta love trail newbies. I was really hoping to beat her to the finish, but she and her friend stayed close enough behind me that when we got to the last half mile, which is fairly flat and clear, they were able to make some speed and passed me. Darn it.)





So I finished, WITHOUT doing a gorilla imitation (they gave an award to the best “gorilla” finish) and without picking up any bananas (they scattered bananas on the ground half a mile from the finish, and gave an award to the finisher holding the most bananas – no packs, etc, allowed.) Managed to snag a couple of burgers and headed off for my futile trip to Wal-mart to get my film developed. (With luck they’ll have my pictures by tomorrow evening…) And up until the Wal-mart part, had fun (in a torturous kind of way) in the process.

Would I do the race again? Maybe. Have to see what else is on the agenda for next year. If this one grows like their Dodge the Deer race (75 runner last year, 300 this year!) it may just get too crowded (they probably had around 250 runners today, between both races.) As penance for my pre-race negative attitude, I’ve already sent the race director an e-mail thanking both him and all the volunteers, and congratulating them on putting together such a good event.

Next up – the After the Leaves Have Fallen 20 K (12.4 miles) next Sunday down at Lake Minnewaska State Park, one of my absolute favorite places to go! I’m REALLY looking forward to that one (and keeping my fingers crossed for a sunny day!)

After that – there is the possibility of a NINTH Strenuous Weekend on Sunday, Nov. 20 – depending on what I hear from a friend of my who lives near there, I may run an 8 mile trail run in a park in Rhode Island. And I haven’t ruled out my crazy Pine Bush run as big finale for the 2005 “events” – but I need to get some decent distance estimates for the PB trails to see if it’s doable with my current level of training (ie. under 15 miles.)

JMH
(somewhere under all the mud)

Eight Strenuous Weekends, Part 6
Black Diamond Off-Road Duathlon
Saturday, Oct. 22, 2005

2005 Black Diamond Offroad Duathlon results
Black Diamond Offroad Duathlon info

2005 Black Diamond Duathlon photo slideshow

If nothing else, these weekends should be teaching me to be flexible in my planning, since things have rarely gone off the way I expected them to.

This weekend I set a new record for earliest rising to get to a race - 2 AM Saturday morning with a departure (from Albany) time of 4 AM to reach Victor (just east of Rochester) by 8 AM. The original plan was to drive out to Rochester Friday night. Unfortunately, this has been the week from you-know-where, sleep-wise, and Friday it became very clear that I WAS NOT driving out that night... I would have fallen asleep while driving. So instead I went to sleep at 7 PM and got up at 2 AM.

(FYI there's very little traffic on the Thruway at 4 AM on a Saturday morning.)

About 45 minutes out from Victor, the rain started. And stayed. I believe the announcer said it was 42 degrees while we were waiting to start. Cold and wet. What fun. I went with the "freeze my butt off" approach and took off my sweatpants and windbreaker before the start. Needless to say the bike leg was a little chilly.

For once no one said anything about my knee braces! BUT I did get a new comment - twice I heard variations on "You came all the way from Albany to do this race?" I guess it was mostly locals at this one.

So after the usual pre-race stuff (some of which involved the really nice race director talking way too much about the course - I kept wanting to holler out "We're freezing our butts off! Just start this thing so we can run!"), off we went on a 2 mile run through Fishers park. First on muddy trails through the woods and then on a loop around a field. Halfway around the field there was a cub scout pack manning the water station... boy were they enthusiastic. And apparently I made their day by stopping to take their picture. (They thanked me on the 2nd running leg.)





Anyway, back into the woods and back the way we came... finished the run without popping the ol' knee, and hopped on my bike. I then spent a while cursing out the race director, who had said the bike sections were almost entirely flat, because the Auburn trail sure seemed like it was a long gradual uphill heading in that direction. (But then again, on the way back it ALSO seemed uphill, so my "up/down" sensors may have been waterlogged or frozen. Maybe it was just that my legs didn't want to push my heavy ATB after the run.) After a few miles on the Auburn trail (an old railbed turned rec trail) we headed off into another park, this time for a muddy ride on a dirt road and around a field.



(Maybe I should change my alias from "jedi_turtle" to "muddy_turtle"... hopefully the next two races will be dry!)



Then it was back out the Auburn trail to the Lehigh trail (another converted railbed) and a short road stretch. I don't know who ordered the headwind for the last mile - that made the last bit of biking really tough!

After that it was back for another round of the trails in the park, except that they hurt more 2nd time around and it was raining harder, so things were getting pretty slippery. But I pushed through to the end, finishing in a pretty decent 1 hr 22 min. (I was expecting more like 90-100 minutes, but apparently I made good time on the bike.) All the volunteers were really nice - they had an amazing number of people out on the course (and that wasn't including all the police, firemen, and EMTs they had out there.) Afterwards I found someone to snap a picture of me - wet but done!



AND since I was already wet, I rode part of the bike course again to take pictures of it... I'll post them on webshots later this week (as well as the pictures I took during my first loop through the running course.)



Now I just have to see if I can stay awake until Ann gets back from Utica...

Next week - the Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon in (grumble) Thacher Park. Apparently, the volunteers will be in costume (since Halloween is the next day) and the finish area will be set up to look like a graveyard (that would be much more appropriate if it was an ultramarathon... or that killer race I did two weeks ago... or the Greylock Half Century ride!) The director's e-mail also said something to the effect that runners should keep their eyes open, because there might be animals in the woods attacking them - of course, if anyone in an animal costume attacks me, THEY might be the ones in for a surprise... (I won't wear the AMAI logo at this one... but I am considering running with an escrima stick strapped to my back. Or maybe my cane... that could always come in handy if I pop my knee, too!)

JMH

P.S. As I was riding my bike in the Pine Bush Thursday night, I had a wacky idea for a ninth strenuous weekend which would get me my long run through the Pine Bush... I have to calculate some distances though and see if it's doable (ie. could I do it in under 3 1/2 hours.)

Eight Strenuous Weekends, Part -
wait a minute! this was the weekend off!
Sunday, October 15, 2005

Other than, of course, covering karate classes at Rochester, riding the bike course for next week's duathlon, checking out the trails for the running segments of the same, and getting in a 9 mile run today...

But I DID get to sleep in this morning... that was pleasant after being up by 5:30 AM for the last three or four Sundays!

Checking out the bike course confirmed that I definitely want my ATB rather than the road bike... there's nothing all that extreme about the bike route, but part is along the edge of a field, and the freshly graded rail trail is still pretty deep in stone dust. Had a brief adventure when I took the wrong trail at one point, wondered how they were going to do an out-and-back along a rugged singletrack through the woods, and came to the end at a stream. (At least, I'm HOPING that's the wrong trail... if you cross the stream, hike through some swamp, and cross another stream you DO end up on a trail that goes to the field loop. But an out-and-back
on singletrack is dangerously insane... I doubt that's the plan.)

The run through Fishers Park should be pretty standard, trails aren't anything awful... though at only 2 miles, I'll be finishing each running loop right around when I'm getting warmed up.

Ann thought I was nuts (she thinks it's cold), but today was a good day for the 9 mile run along the Genessee Valley Greenway (another old rail bed converted to trail.) The trees kept the wind down, and I even had some sunshine for the last part of the run. And it was nice and cool! Great running weather!

Next week is the off-road duathlon, then a half marathon and a 20K the following two weekends. I toyed with the idea of entering the Stone Cat Ale Trail Marathon/50 Mile Race out near Boston the weekend after that, but (1) it's bloody expensive, and (2) it starts at 6 AM (YIKES!) and (3) I could probably finish a marathon at this point, but the last 10 miles or so would be really ugly, and I'd pay for it physically for a good long time. Maybe next year...

JMH

Eight Strenuous Weekends - Part 5
Monroe Dunbar Brook 10.5 mile trail run
Sunday, Oct. 9, 2005

2005 Monroe Dunbar Brook race results
Monroe Dunbar Brook trail races info

2005 Monroe Dunbar Brook trail race photo slideshow

Most. Insane. Trail Run. Ever.

(Or at least, one of the most insane. I've been on a couple of runs that only the sanity-challenged would do...)

Two disclaimers up front - it was actually more like 11 miles, and "trail run" is a misnomer... I spent about 5 miles running and the other 6 speed-hiking.

So the day started with me turning on the news at 6 AM and hearing that northern Berkshire County had been hit with the heaviest rain yesterday and was badly flooded, with lots of roads closed and people generally advised to not go out if they didn't have to. Three guesses where I was heading to do this race...

On the way over, came to one road which was closed due to flooding... fortunately, it was the same road that was closed back in August because of bridge work, so I didn't have to look up a detour. Once again my tired old car made its way over the Taconic Range on the road that just goes up and up and up. As an added feature, this time the cloud layer started halfway up the mountains, so visibility dropped to about 10 feet.



After driving up more mountains (and seeing some very nice waterfalls next to the road) I found myself at the Dunbar Brook Picnic Area in Monroe State Forest in NW Mass. Yes, the race was still on (after a 2 hour drive, it darn well better have been!) Did all the usual pre-race stuff and found out we were starting half an hour late to give people time to arrive over the flooded roads. No biggie. 15 minutes before the start we got the briefing, which was another clue that this was going to be an interesting run. Keep in mind that the speaker is Bob Dion, a gifted but psycho trail runner who blasts up and down the Greylock trail half marathon in record time.
BD - "Yesterday we marked the trails in the rain - THAT was scary. They're usually very slick and there's some very tricky sections - those are even worse this year."
(Oh goodie.)
BD - "Today we went out on the course at 7 AM and it's even scarier. Most of the trails are under water - they're streams. Be careful!"
(Great...)
BD - "Now about the stream crossing - we noticed yesterday that the river was getting pretty deep and pretty fast. So we thought about how we could do this and decided to use the bridge instead."
(That's not so bad...)
BD - "So we tried going over the bridge and it's VERY slippery - if anyone falls off into the river they're dead. It's currently chest deep and 50 mph whitewater."
(That doesn't sound good.)
BD - "So this morning we put a strip of indoor/outdoor carpetting across the bridge - the footing is great now, lots of traction."
(Let's back up to that part about if you fall in the river, you're dead...)
BD - "Unfortunately, as we worked on the bridge we found out that some of the beams are cracked and there are boards missing. It's a bit unstable. I'm OK walking across it, and most of you might be, but I'm sure there are some of you who would have problems with the bridge. Thing is, you probably wouldn't realize it until you're halfway across, and then it's too late. And if anyone falls in that river, they're dead. All we could do is watch them get washed away."
(OK, guess I'm crawling across that bridge on my hand and knees. After 9.5 miles of running. Great...)
BD - "So as much as I hate doing this, we've re-routed the course so we don't end up on the other side of the river. We just can't risk someone dying in that crossing."
(Well, I was looking forward to having to cross the knee-deep stream, but I can handle not having to crawl over a rickety bridge over 50 mph whitewater. OK.)

After that he gave us directions for the re-routing and then did his best to get everyone to line up for a head count, "so they could make sure everyone who went in made it back out." And then a little bit later - off we went.



The first mile was along the River of Death (don't slip!) and was mostly runnable. It became clear very quickly that there was no point in trying to go around the water and mud, because 30 seconds later you'd hit a spot where there was no room to go around it. So my feet were wet five minutes in and stayed that way until I got in the car to go home. At the end of the first mile we started up the mountain - literally. The trail was a muddy, wet single track that went right up the mountain. The first stretch of speed hiking, and an ominous preview (thanks to the re-routing, we had to come back down the same trail, after 85 runners had gone up it and most of that number had come back down it.)






Hit on ORV trail which was runnable, and a nice downhill stretch (where I watched some of the people around me take off at full throttle so that they missed the turnoff. Sadly, they passed me later in the race despite the extra they ran.) Then it was back to more steep uphill single track. That was the pattern for the first six miles... run a bit, then speed-hike up a steep and gnarly trail. Ran a bit at the top, then we started the steep downhills, and I slowed to a crawl (bad knees + running steep downhills = POP! *#%#*&**!! OW OW OW!!!) That's when I was passed by a bunch of people who I never saw again (guess they're good at running steep downhills.)









Anyway, between short stretches (a mile or so) or running and crawling down steep muddy trails, I eventually made it back to the runnable first mile and ran pretty consistently to the finish, at 3 hrs 11 minutes (compared to the 2 1/4 hours it took me to run 11 miles down at Mohonk, popped knee and all.)


photo courtesy of www.runwmac.com






photo courtesy of www.runwmac.com

At various times had people around. One fellow was with me for some long stretches... unfortunately, he mostly complained, until I was almost ready to stop at one of the deeper trail/streams and see if he could complain underwater. Luckily he hit a point where he was sure he knew the way back (I think one reason he was shadowing me was he was afraid he'd get lost) and he disappeared. I clearly wasn't the only one who struggled with this crazy course... I'm curious to see how the "fast" people did on it.

I may or may not have pictures from this one... dropped my disposable camera in one of the "ponds" so the film may be ruined. I know tomorrow after Wal-mart tries to develop it. I hope some of the shots survived... there should be some good ones illustrating the insanity of this run.
After finishing I changed shirts and hiked back to the bridge over the River of Death... if they leave that carpet there someone in the future is going to be wondering why anyone whould carpet an old footbridge out in the woods. Took some pictures with my good camera, so I know those will come out.

So it was an interesting experience. Frustrating because I wasn't able to run more of it, but a good lesson for prepping for Escarpment next summer - I definitely need to get in mountain work (like hill work only worse) so that I can run up some of these steep trails, because I don't have a prayer of running the steep downhills (which is where most people make up the time they lost on the uphill.)

JMH

Next week - no race! (though if I can get my ATB back in working condition, I'm planning to ride the bike course for the duathlon the following week, to see if I need my ATB or if I could do it with my heavier road bike, which would be faster.)

Two weeks - the Black Diamond OffRoad Duathlon! (the name's a misnomer... the running is offroad, but only some of the riding is...)

Eight Strenuous Weekends - Part 4
The Rochester Autumn Classic Duathlon
Sunday, Oct. 2, 2005

Autumn Classic Duathlon 2005 results
Autumn Classic Duathlon 2005 info

Autumn Classic Duathlon 2005 Photo slideshow

A couple of observations, after having done this sort of thing for four weekends in a row…

(1) Getting up at 4 or 5 AM on a weekend morning to go to a race is truly insane. Basically it means that you are not only getting up at a ridiculous hour on a day when normal people sleep in a bit, but you’re paying someone else for the privilege to do so. Races that are an hour or more away double the insanity.
(2) In the spring and early summer I was finishing in the back half of the race field. Now I’m finishing at the very end or close to the very end. So either the other slow people have given up races by autumn, or they’ve gotten much faster during the summer. (I don't think I've slowed down significantly...)
(3) Run with two knee braces on and people will tell you that you’re doing something incredible, even if you tell them your knees have been like this for years and you do this all the time. At least they're not trying to give me an award for it...
(4) Running the same loop again and again drives me freakin' crazy. By the third running leg I was REALLY tired of the two hills on the course. (There’s a 50 K trail run in the same park in November, consisting of five 10 K loops. While I would like to do a trail 50 K someday, I suspect that one would push me over the edge. Of course, now I've jinxed myself and will probably end up doing it next year or something.)

Moving onward…

One of the pluses to racing in the fall is the temperature change during the morning… Mendon Park was very pretty as the dew evaporated and the mist drifted up through the sunlight. A great feature of being a trail runner - the races I go to are in wonderful wild places. The October ones should be great as the leaves start changing. It’s also nice to start out a bit chilly and warm up as things proceed, instead of dripping with sweat from the moment you get out of bed.





Got to Mendon, checked in, and unloaded my 1970’s Yugo of a bike so that it could take its place on the racks with all the bike versions of Corvettes and Camaros. Geared up, strapped my knees into place, and walked around in my 1970’s Yugo of a body taking pictures while not looking too much at all the human versions of Corvettes and Camaros. Waited for things to begin and then off we went. 2 mile run, started out at the back and stayed there. Hopped on the bike and zipped off, demon biker that I am.



One of the rules of racing is don’t use equipment you haven’t trained with before the race. So I of course rode a bike that I’d only gotten back on the road three weeks ago. It’s much lighter than my other bike, which is a plus. But something wasn’t adjusted quite right, and I had never done any sprinting on this bike (dumb, dumb, dumb) so I found myself with muscles cramping that I don’t typically notice while riding. But I made good time and even passed a couple of people. Hit close to 30 mph going down one hill (actually hit 31.4 mph going down the same hill on the 2nd loop. Wahoo!) Of course it was interesting as I came to the finish of that leg – runners were completing the 2nd running leg as I came in. The same thing happened in reverse as I was completing the 2nd running leg, as riders finishing their 2nd riding leg flew by me. Dang those guys are fast.



Probably the toughest thing about a race like this is the constant transition from running to biking to running… I’m just getting warmed up after 2 miles, and then it’s time to ride! The ride-to-run transition was definitely the toughest for me… it took almost half a mile before my legs really felt like they were working again.



Anyway, I plugged away at it and after 2 hrs and 34 minutes crossed the finish line. There were a few people clapping and cheering, I think because that meant they could finally wrap up and do the awards. (The race organizers get points in my book for not doing awards until everyone had finished… I’ve been in some races where that wasn’t the case, and I find it annoying to finish and find out that the awards have already been done – seems to be making a statement about the relative importance of fast and slow people.) Ann showed up somewhat before the end of the 2nd bike leg and took some pictures of me finishing the last two parts (2nd bike, 3rd run) – I was also photographed by the “official” race photographer several times, so I may have some pics to post of this one at some point.



Of course, one of the reasons I did this race was to see if I’d improved since spring… a tough comparison, since I’m no longer running all out (don’t feel like getting hurt!), I switched bikes, and there’s an extra mile in this race. But, crunching the numbers, I found that my running time in the spring averaged out to 11.7 minute miles, and this time to… 11.7 min miles. An improvement of sorts, since in the spring I was pushing as hard as I possibly could and here I wasn’t. My riding averaged at 14.1 mph in the spring, and 14.7 mph here. Again, not a bad improvement, especially considering I concentrated on distance riding this summer, not speed. So I’m fairly pleased with the results overall, even if I’m becoming the champion of the back-of-the-pack. I guess somebody has to stop and thank the volunteers and cross the finish line with a smile on their face.

JMH

Next up: the Monroe Dunbar Brook 10.5 mile trail run in Monroe, MA – if the weather predictions are at all reliable, we may be freezing our backsides off (especially during the knee-deep stream crossing at mile 9!) Then I get a week “off” (no races) to gear up for the final three – an offroad duathlon, a trail half marathon, and a trail 20K.

Halfway there, race-wise... next weekend marks the half-way point, time wise. Hopefully the best is yet to come!

Eight Strenuous Weekends - Part 3
Pfalz Point 10 mile Trail Challenge
Sunday, Sept. 25, 2005

2005 Pfalz Point trail race results
Pfalz Point trail race info

2005 Pfalz Point trail race photo slideshow

Actually, it was more like 10.5 miles for me. More on that in a bit.

Getting up at 4:30 AM on a Sunday sucks. The fact that I did that so I could drive 90 minutes to run in a race that I paid to be in only shows how crazy I am.

And clearly the channel 10 weather people were clueless Friday evening. The weather started out cloudy and got worse. Fortunately, the rain held off until after the race.

I'll get the two mishaps out of the way first...

About a mile and a half in I missed a turn (and the course marshall was distracted making sure two runners who sprained their ankles early on were getting help.) Took quarter to half a mile for me to find someone who could confirm I missed the turn... I wondered where all the runners had gone! Then I had to go back. So that added at least half a mile to my 10 mile run. (I think I should get an award to running further than everyone else... maybe the "Not Too Observant" award? Actually, the trail was tough to spot... I suspect the flour arrows had been wiped out by the 200-300 runners who ran over them before me.)

Just past the 7 mile point (7.5 for me!) there was a STEEP section of gnarly singletrack about 3/4 mile long. Halfway up it I landed funny and popped my right knee. A medium pop ie. hurt like heck and the knee contemplated calling it a day. Not a bad pop because I convinced it otherwise... hobbled to the top of the hill (THAT'S fun with a bad knee), chatted with the water stop people, then hobbled off down the trail with a little over 2 miles to go. The knee gradually loosened up, though never enough that I could get back to my previous speed. Should be OK in a few days, though I'll probably take my cane to work for the next day or two.

So much for the unfortunate stuff. Apologies in advance for any typos... the screen and keys are at an awkward angle as I sit here with my leg up and a bag of ice on my stupid knee.





The drive into Mohonk was gorgeous as usual, despite the grey sky. Got all set, suited up, and so on. And away we went... at first I was worried because I was all the way at the back and had a chattering group of magpies (oops, I mean runners) in front of me who were planning to "take it easy" - had visions of having to listen to them the whole way. I needn't have worried, since my missing the turnoff left me at least 8 or 9 minutes behind even the back of the pack. Guess that's what I get... had I been able to hear them chattering away maybe I wouldn't have missed the turn! The next five miles were pretty steadily uphill.... though fields, singletrack, and doubletrack. That was work. Once I got to the top, it started to get really fun... had a very slight downhill grade so I was able to crank up the speed a bit. There were a couple of miles that really felt good. Of course, then I hit that 2nd uphill and popped my knee... not much speed after that. But I did manage to finish in 2:16, which works out to 13 minute miles when the extra distance is factored in. Not bad at all, considering the amount of uphill and running on a bad knee for the last 2+ miles.





The volunteers at this race were GREAT... what a positive group of people. As all these folks at different spots kept applauding me and telling me how impressive I was (I think because I was running with 2 knee braces, but maybe they tell that to everyone who's way behind) I kept wanting to say "Hey, I'm just this crazy guy who runs. It's no big deal." At one point I came out into a clear area and had three people in rapid succession take my picture. Joked with the water table people and especially with the sweepers on their ATB's a lot... at no point did anyone seem the slightest bit put out that they had to wait out there for slow (and directionally challenged, apparently) me. Stopped about a quarter mile from the end to take photos of the sweepers, and then one of them took my camera and zipped ahead to take pictures of me finishing! The cheering from the people at the finish line was also incredible... you would have though someone important was coming across the line instead of just me. It was really quite unbelievable. (Some of it may be because I think people see the braces and that I'm slow and figure that I don't do this stuff much... at the end two people handed me an application for the 20K at Lake Minnewaska in November and suggested that maybe I should do that next... they seemed a bit surprised when I said my app was already in, I'd run it several years ago and loved it, and my next race was going to be a duathlon in Rochester next weekend. So maybe it's not inherently obvious just how crazy I am.)



The races at Minnewaska are prettier than this one... not many views along this course, though the woods we ran through were nice. The pictures should give a pretty good impression of what a nice place this is to run...

So all in all, a good race with some great people marred only by the knee incident.

JMH

Next week - the Rochester Autumn Classic Duathlon! 2 miles/10 miles/2 miles/10 miles/2 miles! The same course as the spring duathlon I did, so maybe I'll answer the question - have I gotten any better at this stuff?

Pfalz Point Trail Challenge - a correction

Just looked at the map and it looks like I ran an extra mile rather than an extra half mile... which makes me very happy because that brings me in at just under 12.5 minute miles. Very cool!

What can I say... I'm vain enough that the extra 30 seconds per mile makes a difference to me. Guess I need to work on this...

Eight Strenuous Weekends - Part 2
Jordan Alpine Classic 8.5 mi trail race
Saturday, Sept. 17, 2005

2005 Jordan Alpine Classic race results
Jordan Alpine Classic race info

2005 Jordan Alpine Classic photo slideshow

Well, I have to admit I didn't consider it a good omen when Friday night I found a chunk of metal lodged in one tire, effectively scuttling my plans to drive out to Rochester the night before the race and only have a 90 minute drive to Jordan Saturday morning. But I repacked based on the change in plans and 6 AM Saturday morning hit the road for the long drive to western NY and the Jordan Fall Festival. Got there without mishap, went through the usual pre-race rituals (change clothes, brace knees, wait in line at the Port-o-johns) and then waited in the light rain for things to start.







With a VERY loud blast from a black powder cannon, we headed off down a fairly level path next to the old Erie Canal. It became clear very quickly that I was going to be at the back of the pack, which just meant I didn't bother anybody when I stopped to take pictures. Before long we ended up heading into woods and fields, with lots of uphill stretches. Very scenic and very wet (we had a constant light drizzle pretty much the whole time.) After a stretch of about 1 1/2 miles on paved road, we headed into the hilliest section, the middle of which was a long hill that went almost straight up (ie. needed both hands and feet to climb)followed almost immediately by going down the equally steep opposite side. After another stretch on roads, we went into the woods and followed a winding, slippery downhill to Skaneateles Creek, which we waded across(it was between ankle and knee deep, depending on where you were in the creek) and then we had a rope climb up a steep bank, and more fields and roads off to the finish.





The volunteers were great... I've never seen so many water stops at a trail race (6, I think) and my impression was that many of them were families who set up a table with water in front of their houses. The only challenge to that was that the water was clustered... we had three stops in the space of about a mile, and then a similar situation later in the race... Everybody was very positive and really seemed to be having a goodtime - I get the impression this is considered a special event for everyone involved. There was even a group that walked the entire course before the race started to make sure there wouldn't be any surprises for the runners. As I came in at the end the race director emeritus (he organized the race for 10 years, then turned it over to new directors this year) announced my race number over the loudspeaker - I know that was mainly for the benefit of the people writing down the results, but it was still pretty cool to hear "We have a runner coming in - #11!" like I’m a real athlete or something.







Didn't run this one all out - I've concluded that mainly results in my getting injured. But I ran hard enough that I was pretty tired at the end, and my legs will definitely be feeling this for a few days(especially with all those hills.) Finished in 1:50, or just under 13 minute miles, and I had a great time... I'm putting this one on the calendar for next year. Hopefully some of my pictures will come out OK -I'm not in any of them, but they show what some of the course was like.

JMH

Next week - the Pfalz Point Trail Challenge, a 10 mile trail run in the beautiful Mohonk Preserve (right next door to Lake Minnewaska Park, where I did the Summer Solstice run and went mountain biking with Ann in July.) 10 miles is going to be work but I can't think of many places to run that are more beautiful than the Shawangunks...

Seven Strenuous Weekends - Part 1
MHCC Metric Century Ride (+ 3 miles)
Sunday, Sept. 11, 2005

MHCC Century Weekend 2005 photo slideshow

Well, as it turned out I made a good decision 1st thing when the alarm went off - I DIDN'T go back to sleep for an hour and do the 50 mile ride instead of the 65. (Apparently the 50 miler was loaded with killer hills, and ended up being harder than the 65.)

Anyway, nice quiet drive to Saratoga Spa State Park, where the Mohawk Hudson Cycling Club's Century Weekend rides were based out of. Sunday morning 7:30 AM is a good time to drive on the Northway. Got checked in and geared up, and at 9 AM promptly the 65 mile ride started. Pretty chilly, but that beats heat and humidity. And it warmed up as the day went on.



It became fairly clear very quickly that everyone else doing long rides in this thing is faster than me, so I ended up part of the small back-of-the-pack group - about half a dozen mostly older folks (ie. 50's, 60's and 70's) They tended to go a bit faster than I might have if I'd been alone, but that was good - I pushed myself to keep them in sight, and they were good about not dropping me (disappearing off into the distance, leaving me to plod along at my slower pace by myself.) Unlike at the Greylock ride, all 3 rest stops were manned. At one of out stops a brief discussion started up about how old my bike is - now I know how the poor kid in his hand-me-downs feels at school. (The best guess was 30 years old, which for a bike is positively antique.) So more evidence that I need to save pennies (well, more like lots of dollars) to someday get a good road bike... given that I was keeping up with these folks on my heavy clunker, I could probably add a fair amount of speed with a newer, lighter bike. And steep hills would be do-able! So we had a good ride for 5 1/4 hours through upper Saratoga County, though by the end my legs were pretty well fried.



Would I do a ride with these folks again? Yes, they were well-organized and seemed genuinely concerned that everyone make it back safely (including having two #s to call if you needed a support vehicle to come rescue you.) I can also see the point of group rides, which can push you to go faster than you might otherwise (someone else talked about how the group rides make her ride farther than she might otherwise; I don't seem to have a problem doing that on my own.) It was also nice not having to think about the route, but rather just follow someone who knew where he was going (and the route was very well-marked, to boot.) At the same time, I don't think I'm going to jump on the group ride bandwagon, since I'm not generally looking to socialize when I ride, and at times it was frustrating that I had to match my riding style to the group (for example on long rides I tend to stop every hour for a quick break; had I done that today I'd have lost them and had to find my own way along the course.) But maybe next summer I'll look up when the group rides are and jump in an occasional one. And someday when I have a better bike I'll go back to Greylock and prove that I can ride the whole thing start to finish.

So, all in all, a day fairly well spent. But I don't think I'll bike to work tomorrow morning.


note: all photos courtesy of http://webmhcc.org

JMH

Next week: Saturday, Sept. 17 - The Jordan Alpine Classic! 8.5 miles of extreme trail running west of Syracuse. The description makes me think I'm either going to have a blast or it's going to kill me:
If you want a real challenge in the fall and don't mind getting muddy and wet, run the Alpine Classic at the Jordan Fall Festival.It's an endurance test. After the traditional cannon start, runners climb over steep hills, maneuver through woods and fields, and wade across a stream.
(I've read that the stream crossing varies from ankle deep to a couple of feet, at a section where the stream is 20 feet wide...)
They even climb a 12-foot vertical bank using a 1-inch thick rope.
(Add some kicking targets and people dressed like ninjas and you'd have...?)
Mid-way in the race, the course goes down a very steep path, similar to an expert ski trail. It is recommended by some you don't run this part, but rather just sit down and slide. The race ends at the Jordan Fall Festival grounds near the original Erie Canal towpath.
(8.5 miles... I suspect I'll be out on the course for a while.)

A GREAT DAY IN NORTHERN BERKSHIRE COUNTY
Hiking & Biking in Savoy State Forest

Riding the Ashuwillticook Rail Trail

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Savoy hiking & biking photo slideshow

So let me describe a good summer day: buzzing along a paved trail at 14mph, the sides of the trail lined with blooming wildflowers. Off to the left is the Cheshire Reservoir, the incredibly blue waters rippled by the breeze that keeps it from being too warm. Green mountains rise up on the other side of the water. The sun is shining, the clouds are white and fluffy. I guess it doesn't get much better than this...

After finishing the race I changed into dry clothes and headed to a different part of the park to do a little riding. The drive was slow... the roads in the MA state forests are typically poorly maintained, and this was no exception. Lots of up and down made me question the wisdom of riding, but I wanted to give it a shot. At the parking area I discovered that there was a path to a waterfall, Tannery Falls, and hiked down to see them. A very nice hike - lots of cool gorges leading to the tallest waterfall in MA (I found the latter out this morning on-line.) Very pretty and very cool. (And best of all, I was the only one there... which was good timing, because it got pretty busy by the time I got back to the parking lot.)







After hauling myself back to the parking area, I hopped on the bike and rode off to see Balance Rock, a big boulder which is, as you might guess, balanced on a small base. Ended up pushing the bike about half the distance - lots of uphill. At that point I wisely decided to forgo extensive mountain biking in the park, and not-so-wisely decided to ride the 1.5 miles back to the car along an off-road trail. Mostly downhill - cake, right? Unfortunately, I lack the skills and courage it takes to blast down steep technical trails at full speed, which is what you need to do to stay on the bike. So the "ride" back consisted of ride a minute or two, push the bike for a bit, and repeat until arriving at the end. Guess I need to work on the ATB skills a bit more - no mountain bike races in the near future for me!





After that, drove to Pittsfield and after grabbing a bite to eat, hopped on the Ashuwillticook Rail Trail between Lanesborough (just outside of Pittsfield) and Adams. About 11.5 miles of zipping along a paved path,which turned out to be mostly a gentle downhill grade on the way out(that became apparent on the ride back... the gentle uphill grade was much more noticeable!) Fantastic weather and generally a great way to end the trip!



Then of course I had to leave the beautiful Berkshires and return to Albany... but at least there was a hot shower waiting for me! VERY much needed after 4.5 miles of trail running, hiking half a mile or so, 3 miles of trail riding, and 23 miles of paved riding...

By the end of the day, my legs were fried, my back was sore, and my butt was sore - and I was definitely smiling.

JMH