The 30th running of the Mountain Masochist 50 Mile Trail run will forever be
known as the "snow year". When reports were given during the pre-race
that there was shin to knee deep snow in areas of the second half of the
course, honestly, I didn't really believe it. Granted, here in WV we had
anywhere from 2-5
feet and were in a state of emergency as I headed to
VA. Heading down I-81 though, the mountain tops looked bare and there wasn't
the slightest hint of the devastation we experienced on the west side of the
Appalachians. I wasn't concerned with the prospect of snow, but I really hate
running in any more than about 4" of snow and I had specifically trained
to run fast –
I knew my strength may be
suspect in the snow. I was hoping the reports to be exaggerated.
The race started as benignly as possible from the new starting location,
Wildwood Campground (which I believe to be an improvement). The pace was pretty
hot up front in the pre-dawn hour. I was not buying in. I knew I was in
"decent" shape, but I planned to run the first half as conservatively
as possible while keeping contact with my goal placing – top ten, but also the
goal of sub-7:30. I knew by perusing the pre-race list of runners that it would
take a very big effort to crack the top ten.
The Start: photo- Stewart Caldwell
I ran most of the first half in to Long Mountain with my friend Clay Warner.
We ran hard, but controlled. I came through mile 26.5 in 3:42 – right on my
goal. I knew that I needed to up my effort from this point and I quickly moved
up from 10th to 7th by the time I reached the top of Buck Mtn. Entering the
Loop (mile 33), I was optimistic of moving up even further. I was moving fast
and feeling great. The goal of sub 7:30 still appeared feasible.
The Loop proved to be my undoing. The predicted snow was there; as reported.
I quickly started losing ground to other runners. The snow was so deep that I
could do no more than walk most of the 5.5-miles which make up the infamous
loop. It is very frustrating to be around runners who are handling the
adversity of the snow better than you are. I wanted to get out of the loop
fast, but I felt like I was trapped in the
Twilight Zone. Finally, I
heard the cheers of the folks from the aid-station and knew that my suffering
was coming to an end – only 12 miles to go, but I was way off my goal time at
this point and barely sitting in 8th place with a slew of runners breathing
down my neck. I was going to have to put in some serious effort to stay in the
top-10 over the final miles.
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| Courtesy of Steve Hinzman |
I ran as hard as I could to Salt Log Gap and up the big climb to Forest
Valley aid-station. Shortly after Forest Valley, I caught up to and passed a
pained David Hryuniak (a 2:20-ish marathoner who is relatively new to ultras).
I was now in 7th, but unfortunately back into some serious snow on the ridge. I
was dreaming of getting away from the post-holing when Ty Draney came flying into view from behind. More frustration . . . How the heck is he moving so fast
in this stuff, I thought. He said, "Come on man let's push and finish this
thing." That was just the encouragement I needed and we barreled through
the snow together and blasted through the last aid-station. One last look over
the shoulder and we had four miles of less snow and all downhill to find the
finish in Montebello. The miles went fast now and I enjoyed running with Ty. He
hammered down the final steep pitch before the"1 Mile to Go" and put
some distance on me. I was happy to run the final mile in the quiet
contemplation of my own mind. In the end, I finished in 8:28 – good enough to earn
8th overall and a very fine Patagonia Down Sweater Jacket. Full results
here.
