The Mother found this event, the Pinnacle Ultra Challenge, awhile ago and it had a variety of distance options: half-marathon, half-marathon relay, 50K, 50K relay. (Side note! The course is pretty cool-- the first part is mostly gravel rail trail, and the second part is hilly, technical, singletrack trail.) The Mother wanted to run the half-marathon, and asked if I’d be interested, in some capacity. Which I was. The next question? Which event? We had a few options, and I didn't really have a preference until the Mother told me that she thought I could probably be if I did my own thing, in some capacity. So the gears started to shift in my head… I really wanted to help out the Mother, but I also wanted to experience the trails, which you only reached if you went beyond the half-marathon. So I threw out a crazy idea which I kind of knew wouldn't be dismissed as entirely crazy… I could start with the Mother, pace her through the half-marathon (keeping a conservative pace) and then keep going… for another eighteen miles. And so, that's how I jumped into a 50K.
I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. In fact, I was pretty excited. I would have company for a good chunk of the run, and I would get to experience the beauty of New Hampshire. Sure, there were two mountains to summit (Pinnacle at 1362 feet and Coit at 1590 feet) over 9 miles, with a total vertical gain per loop of 1300 feet. And I get to do that TWICE.
Saturday afternoon, J-Hay, the Mother, the Father, the Dog, and myself went to Newport High School to check out the course and pick up our bibs. Even though we had multiple course maps printed from the race website, our internal GPS' were on the fritz and we couldn't figure out how to even get onto the course. After this semi-stressful experience, I was not very confident in my ability to stay on-course. During bib pickup, we asked the friendly Race Director about the two wave start-- ultra (50K) runners who were concerned they wouldn't meet the pre-specified time cutoffs could start early, at 7am, while everyone else (including the half-marathon and team relay runners) would start at 9 am, BUT you could still place in the awards running from the early wave. He gave us the option to start early together, if we wanted (since the Mother was a half-marathoner, she technically was only supposed to start at 9 am), but I was concerned I'd be running without company if we started at 7 am (since my goal was to be under the cutoffs by a good chunk) and the extra two hours of sleep would be nice. Decision made to start with the 9 am wave, we made our way back to the house for dinner and relaxation.
The next morning, I was up at 7 am, had a breakfast of whole wheat english muffin with peanut butter and half of a banana, and we were out the door at 7:45 am for the quick 15 minute ride to the high school. It started to drizzle on our way over... it's good luck, right? My outfit of choice included an old three-quarter sleeve Nike Drifit shirt, Adidas shorts, CEP Run 2.0 compression socks, Saucony Peregrines, and my Nathan QuickDraw handheld. I figured I would stay relatively warm in the longer sleeve and high socks... as long as it stayed relatively dry. I had my drop-box ready and waiting for me under the Father's car, protected from the rainThankfully, the drizzle died down, and by the time we started at 9 am, it had stopped.
Leg #1: Rail Trail (13.1 miles)
It was a small crowd at the start... along with the half-marathoners and team relay runners, about 15 or so ultra runners started at 9 am. I really hoped I would catch the early wave ultra runners out on the trails, otherwise it would be a lonely day. After a quick pre-race briefing, we were off, starting on a paved road for about a mile or so. Three women passed us during this part, all of whom we thought were half-marathoners. A hard right, and we were on the rail trail. The field hadn't thinned out at this point, and it was nice to run with others. Our pace stayed consistent and we clocked off the miles. We were concerned about the condition of the rail trail, as we had run a section a month or so back and it was quite soft, but it didn't seem so bad this time. No stopping at the aid stations, although there were quite a few along the way, which was nice. We got to the turn-around, which was right after a long covered bridge, and upon reaching the bridge, one of the women who had passed us earlier went by the other way... turns out, she was an ultra runner! Well then. She was moving, but I wasn't concerned. We were only a fraction of the way into this race, and I was there with two goals in mind: pace my mom to a successful half-marathon, and then do my own thing out on the trails. Maybe I'd catch up to her in the woods, maybe not, but I knew I was sticking to the plan.
An hour in, I took my first gel with water. My nutrition was another plan I wanted to follow closely-- a Gu gel every hour and my handheld filled with nuun as much I needed (drinking to thirst but also trying for a bottle every leg). A few minutes later, up the road, I see two men wearing gray sweatshirts and hats and a beautiful yellow dog. That could only be J-Hay, the Father, and the Dog! It was so wonderful for them to make it out on the course; the support is REALLY helpful and always lifts my spirits. We ran past and kept making our way towards the finish. Around this time, the Mother became quiet, and I think she was starting to hurt. I didn't have a Garmin on, so I couldn't watch our splits, but I tried to keep the pace consistent. We made it past the original right-hand turn we took onto the rail trail. I could hear the music and the PA speaker off in the distance, so I knew we had to be getting close. Up ahead, I saw the runners taking a left, so I started to encourage the Mother more. We only had a bit to go! At this point, I was keeping the Mother's personal best in mind. Soon we could see the finish chute and the finish line clock... so close, so close! I kept encouraging the Mother on and on... J-Hay and the Father were waiting on the side right before the chute, and J-Hay called out, "the first ultra woman passed through 3 minutes ago!" So now I knew how much she had on me, but first I needed to meet goal #1: the Mother's half-marathon. We went through the finish chute, in 1:45 and change (personal best for the Mother!!!), and I ran to the aid station to fill up my handheld and over to the car to pick up the gels I would need for leg #2.
Leg #1 split: 1:45:18
Leg #2: Newport Town Forest Loop #1 (9 miles)
After picking up my gels, I followed the track clockwise to head into the forest. While the early trail marking wasn't the greatest, I made my way successfully into the trails and found some other runners. Within five to ten minutes, I had caught up to the lead ultra woman from my wave, and made a pass once the singletrack opened up enough. I was confused that I had caught up so quickly... was I moving that well or was she moving that slowly? Nevertheless, I was pleased I had already checked off goal #1 for this loop and kept moving. At hour 2, I sucked down gel #2. (Tri-Berry with caffeine!) Not before long, I saw a trail marker pointing the way to the Pinnacle Summit, and while moving up a long, gradual descent, I heard bagpipe music, which, not surprisingly, led to a man playing the bagpipe at the summit. It was a welcome distraction at this point. After taking a glance at the summit view, my head swiveled back to the trail and a descent was next. Legs flying, I let my feet choose their path, only taking pause on the slick rock faces. Down, down, down... but I knew I'd have to go up again.
And up we went... up narrow switchbacks with tight, rocky turns, over big slabs of rock covered in moss, with beautiful views. While it was challenging, and I hiked many of the steeper sections, I kept moving up and up, taking swills from my handheld. Finally, I saw a tree with a sign... I reached Coit Summit, and it also served as the marathon mark, 26.2 miles, for loop #2. I calculated that I had ran 17.2 miles at this point (longer than I've gone in a very long time), and I still felt pretty good. And I was getting to the fun part! Down, down, down... the descents were so much fun. There was a hard right turn onto a gravel road, with another long descent. Another right, and I reached the aid station in the woods, at about mile 18 or so. Past the station, I reached hour 3, and in went gel #3 (no caffeine). Time for a body check: stomach was feeling pretty good, gels were still appetizing, and nuun water was still going down easily. Check, check, and check.
Back into the woods, I reached rolling hills over the final four miles in this loop. At one point, I missed a turn, and after reaching an intersection without a trail marker, I realized I went the wrong way and turned around to see a bunch of runners going the opposite way. Darn... at least a minute lost. I saw the Father close to the end of the loop, coming down a descent, and took the turn out into the open field to run back into the finish area. J-Hay was waiting in the same spot, and this time around, he called out, "first early wave woman ran 4:50!"... okay, now I had my goal for loop #2.
Leg #2 split: 1:31:46
Leg #3: Newport Town Forest Loop #2 (9 miles)
The Mother was waiting for me with the Dog at the car, and I grabbed my final gel. I quickly made my way out of transition and back towards the woods. I did the math in my head: my total run time was just about 3:17 and change, so I had just over 1:30 to finish the final loop if I wanted the top overall female time. I was now up against an imaginary competitor.
The Pinnacle Summit came and went without bagpipe music, which was a shame, as it was a nice treat during the first loop. After the fun descents, the hard stuff began. Not only did I have one more summit to reach, but it started to rain. Not just rain, but raining cats and dogs... which lasted through the remainder of my second loop. I hiked more of the ascents this time around, and was reaching a low point. I took my final gel (with extra caffeine!!) and hoped it would kick in soon. Just keep moving, just keep moving, I told myself. Finally, I saw the Coit Summit sign, reached the marathon mark, and started the descents. Run! Run! Run! I flew down the descents, only five miles to go. I did the math-- just about 40 minutes before reaching 4:50. Oh, it would be tight, but I wanted to give it my best shot. Of course, the rocky singletrack became slick with the rain, and a few times my heartbeat did a flip as I thought I was thissss close to slipping and falling.
Hitting the downhill gravel road, I opened up my stride and let my legs fly, past the aid station. Four miles to go, just about a half hour remaining in my virtual countdown clock. Go! Go! Go! I went as fast as both my legs and the technical trails would let me, and kept my eyes open for the trail markers so I wouldn't miss any turns. The Father made his way into the woods near the turn I missed in the first loop, and I made sure I didn't make the same mistake twice. I flew past him, hardly gave him a wave or a hello, as my focus was only on finishing at this point. The final mile or so was a blur, and I reached the field and saw the finish chute. I looked at my watch-- around 4:53-- and my heart dropped slightly. But I wasn't going to slow down, I only had a couple hundred meters or so to go, so I tried my best to sprint to the finish. Into the finish chute, I dropped my hands to my knees, breathing hard.
Hitting the downhill gravel road, I opened up my stride and let my legs fly, past the aid station. Four miles to go, just about a half hour remaining in my virtual countdown clock. Go! Go! Go! I went as fast as both my legs and the technical trails would let me, and kept my eyes open for the trail markers so I wouldn't miss any turns. The Father made his way into the woods near the turn I missed in the first loop, and I made sure I didn't make the same mistake twice. I flew past him, hardly gave him a wave or a hello, as my focus was only on finishing at this point. The final mile or so was a blur, and I reached the field and saw the finish chute. I looked at my watch-- around 4:53-- and my heart dropped slightly. But I wasn't going to slow down, I only had a couple hundred meters or so to go, so I tried my best to sprint to the finish. Into the finish chute, I dropped my hands to my knees, breathing hard.
Leg #3 split: 1:37:18
Final Time: 4:54:20
Now removed from the race by a couple of days, I can only be pleased with the results. Off of minimal mileage, I ran well, executed a smart race plan (including nutrition), and helped the Mother reach another personal best. While my legs have been barking and complaining, it's all typical soreness, and there are no aches or pains that would attest to an injury.
Experiences like this one only excite me more and give me the continued drive to keep training and reaching for goals. This race was a great start to the close of 2013, and I love when risk-taking pays off. I have BIG goals for 2014 and I cannot wait to go after them!
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