This event was amazing!
It was early!!! We started tired!! After all, it was zero o'clock, or perhaps closed-gate o clock, or maybe 5:30. But we conquered the lake loop, road loop, and trail out and back. Everyone did great, and supported each other, got endorphins, and shared the joy at the end of the run.
We saw a gnarly momma spider who definitely did not shave her legs.
But we ran extra for her, too.
Highly Official Results from the latest technology (aka cardboard):
Pam ran 21, Bren ran 20, Jennifer, Becky, Brian, April, and Lindsay ran 16, Ashton ran 14, Missy ran 11, Amy ran 10.5, Verity Gray and 10, Kim, Shelley, Lynne, Michelle, Tyler also came out to get in some miles. And the only losers were the people who didn't run for slept in.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Triple Threat Trail Running FREE 6.5 hour race
Triple threat 6.5 hour
Pooler
April 25, 2015. Saturday. 5:30 AM to 12 noon.
Three 1.31- mile routes will be set up. Do them each 24 times for 31.2 miles, or do your favorite 24 times. 10 times makes a half phone, 20 times mixed marathon, Or choose any distance you like. Limited to 40 runners. All registered runners will receive a band bracelet. Register by emailing me at what ultra at yahoo.com with your name, age, state, and projected distance.
Bring all the stuff you will need. Highly recommend bringing a sharpie to count laps in tallies on your arm.
Your brain turns to mush before your legs do.
You will record your results by hand at the finish.
This is perfect training for Bad Marsh 50k!!
See you there!
Pooler
April 25, 2015. Saturday. 5:30 AM to 12 noon.
Three 1.31- mile routes will be set up. Do them each 24 times for 31.2 miles, or do your favorite 24 times. 10 times makes a half phone, 20 times mixed marathon, Or choose any distance you like. Limited to 40 runners. All registered runners will receive a band bracelet. Register by emailing me at what ultra at yahoo.com with your name, age, state, and projected distance.
Bring all the stuff you will need. Highly recommend bringing a sharpie to count laps in tallies on your arm.
Your brain turns to mush before your legs do.
You will record your results by hand at the finish.
This is perfect training for Bad Marsh 50k!!
See you there!
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Mud. Webs. Trails.
I'm cool with running laps. Really. Lots of them. This system has its tough moments for long-distance runners, but it's still running, so it still makes me happy. But today, at mile 6, I could not take the misery. The path was feeling crowded, and my pace was decent, but I just wanted to be in the woods alone. No depression drove me to want that, instead, the desire came from the freedom chamber in my heart that needed to be bled back to thriving life. I wanted to be excited to be in nature and no longer force my soles to eat from the labor of circular monotony and undiscovery that was only pavement deep.
I steered myself onto the real trail. My feet escaped a singular puddle. I progressed. At the sight of the next puddle, my thought was, "Why would I avoid that delightful puddle, when my feet could dance in it instead?"
I splashed and splattered, my pace decreasing while inversely my joy was increasing. This is what it's about. Not numbers and splits and phones that cannot even survive underwater. But about thousands of droplets of mud invading the mesh in my shoes to envelop me in a liquid embrace.
I trotted down another trail, tasting the papery silkness of a Spring spiderweb. I grabbed the nearest 2-foot stick and held it in front of my face. My shield made me feel like the world's most liberated native. Like a welcomed member of a tribe of running hunters. I had my sword to combat the enemy, namely, spiderwebs. It worked stealthily as I felt the webs break on my shoulders and not the bridge of my nose.
I sloshed and ran with my stick and my water bottle. I sprinted, walked, climbed, descended, crossed bridges. And once I had reached my goal of 12 miles, I noticed that my time had gotten pretty terrible, my legs had been destroyed with mud, and I had had a very fun adventure.
That's why I run through mud puddles. That's why I run through spiderwebs. That's why I run trails.
I steered myself onto the real trail. My feet escaped a singular puddle. I progressed. At the sight of the next puddle, my thought was, "Why would I avoid that delightful puddle, when my feet could dance in it instead?"
I splashed and splattered, my pace decreasing while inversely my joy was increasing. This is what it's about. Not numbers and splits and phones that cannot even survive underwater. But about thousands of droplets of mud invading the mesh in my shoes to envelop me in a liquid embrace.
I trotted down another trail, tasting the papery silkness of a Spring spiderweb. I grabbed the nearest 2-foot stick and held it in front of my face. My shield made me feel like the world's most liberated native. Like a welcomed member of a tribe of running hunters. I had my sword to combat the enemy, namely, spiderwebs. It worked stealthily as I felt the webs break on my shoulders and not the bridge of my nose.
I sloshed and ran with my stick and my water bottle. I sprinted, walked, climbed, descended, crossed bridges. And once I had reached my goal of 12 miles, I noticed that my time had gotten pretty terrible, my legs had been destroyed with mud, and I had had a very fun adventure.
That's why I run through mud puddles. That's why I run through spiderwebs. That's why I run trails.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Be Encouraged. And Endure.
Bad Marsh is almost half full!
Here's a quote for training motivation!! :)
Stay positive!
Here's a quote for training motivation!! :)
Stay positive!
"Courage maintains itself by its running, as some birds rest on the wing. There is an
energy about agility that will often give a man a fortitude which otherwise he might not have possessed." -C. Spurgeon
Thursday, February 12, 2015
BAD MARSH night ULTRA 2015 - JUNE 27
THE RACE: Bad Marsh night ULTRA. 31.5 miles. (or 13.5 or 27)
WHEN:
Saturday, June 27 AT 4pm
CUTOFF: 11:45pm (7 hrs, 45 min)
THE COURSE:
It will consist of 3, 6, or 7 laps on a flat, beautiful 4.5 mile course.
LOCATION: Off Middle Rd, Ladys Island/Beaufort, SC (directions will be emailed)
LOCATION: Off Middle Rd, Ladys Island/Beaufort, SC (directions will be emailed)
LIMIT: 105 runners
THE SWAG: Fitted trucker style hat. (Keeping the tradish alive since they have been a big hit, according to those I polled.)
THE AID:
There will be plenty of water, electrolyte drinks, & typical foods. Bring your own CUP, PACK, or WATER BOTTLE. This will be a CUP-SAVER RACE.
Bring BUG SPRAY. Yup. Definitely do that.
THE AID STATION: You'll revisit the (one & only) central aid station after every 4.5 mile loop.
DROP BAGS are encouraged, and crews are welcome.
VOLUNTEERS NEEDED!!!! Email me. W h a t u l t r a @ yahoo.com
ELEVATION
CHANGE: nope. ok, maybe one 6-ft hill per lap.
SURFACE:
Dirty Sand, Sandy Dirt, sandy gravel, maybe some
puddles or broken shells, a touch of grass, and a couple ashphalt road crossings.
PACKETS: the day of! (3pm)
MARKINGS:
Ribbons and Flags
WAIVER: Sign that sucker
PRICE: Starts at $35. Not kidding.
TIMING: Manual. Old school. Human to human communication. Wear Race number on the right and don't forget to go through the finish chute only when you are done.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Delirium Race Recollection 2015
28 degrees in February is no harsh predicament on a day that promises no wind and the hope of 63 degrees of amiable sunshine. Frost decorated crisp fields as I approached my running destination with excitement. My legs blushed with the chill of winter and my arms rested snugly in a warm fleece. Cars lined a beautiful field and behind them was formed a parted sea of support tents, favorite snacks, and friendly spectators eagerly awaiting a good (long) adventure.
With our smiles ignoring future pain and embracing future glory, we departed the starting line for the first time. The loop was just shy of 1.7 miles of southern charm. A field gave way to a tunnel of regal pine trees. The golden pine needles cushioned each of our swift footsteps. The still frosty trail promptly wound around a hidden lake blanketed with ethereal fog. The sunrise pointed at us with such an angle as to give us a shadowy friend to run with. Massive trees stuck out of the water, gentle giants whose reflections waved serenely and steadily to each passerby.
The path pushed us on a delightfully slight downward incline into the kind woods. A creek flowed beside the trail, collecting cool droplets of frost that had just turned to liquid. And we trotted down into a harmonious scene of nature.
Quickly, the trail became a celebratory finish line and it was our trustworthy mission to begin another lap of all the strength and speed we could muster.
This beautiful cycle continued for all the laps one could handle in 24 hours or fewer. Perhaps weariness made it seem less beautiful lap by lap as participants became (not ironically) delirious on account of running. But the mental effects of exhaustion could not subtract from the inherent and actual beauty that existed along the trail.
The company was just as warm and pleasant. There were no rotten egos or viciously competitive agendas, but we were encouraged, gregarious, safe, and in good hands. I met some of the friendliest people. The kind who effortlessly exhale a greeting of "Great Job!" to every runner they pass, mile after tiring mile.
And although it was the last year for this well-loved and well-organized event, the perfect weather waved its sincere farewell. And the best was saved for last.
With our smiles ignoring future pain and embracing future glory, we departed the starting line for the first time. The loop was just shy of 1.7 miles of southern charm. A field gave way to a tunnel of regal pine trees. The golden pine needles cushioned each of our swift footsteps. The still frosty trail promptly wound around a hidden lake blanketed with ethereal fog. The sunrise pointed at us with such an angle as to give us a shadowy friend to run with. Massive trees stuck out of the water, gentle giants whose reflections waved serenely and steadily to each passerby.
The path pushed us on a delightfully slight downward incline into the kind woods. A creek flowed beside the trail, collecting cool droplets of frost that had just turned to liquid. And we trotted down into a harmonious scene of nature.
Quickly, the trail became a celebratory finish line and it was our trustworthy mission to begin another lap of all the strength and speed we could muster.
This beautiful cycle continued for all the laps one could handle in 24 hours or fewer. Perhaps weariness made it seem less beautiful lap by lap as participants became (not ironically) delirious on account of running. But the mental effects of exhaustion could not subtract from the inherent and actual beauty that existed along the trail.
The company was just as warm and pleasant. There were no rotten egos or viciously competitive agendas, but we were encouraged, gregarious, safe, and in good hands. I met some of the friendliest people. The kind who effortlessly exhale a greeting of "Great Job!" to every runner they pass, mile after tiring mile.
And although it was the last year for this well-loved and well-organized event, the perfect weather waved its sincere farewell. And the best was saved for last.
Ankle Dirt 27.5. FREE baby ultra. Feb 21
Free Fun Run Ultra Feb 21. Email me for address/start time/details and to sign up! W h a t u l t r a AT yahoo. Com
Richmond Hill
11 laps of glory!!!!
Every runner gets a ROCK.
Richmond Hill
11 laps of glory!!!!
Every runner gets a ROCK.
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