(Don't) Stop Running

After having kids at the end of 2018, free time and sleep became a luxury, so things like hikes or nature photography or blog posts about runs or, well, runs took a back seat.  Things like spending time with our boys and sleep moved up in priority.  In 2019, there were a lot of late nights feeding the boys, but I still had goals I wanted to accomplish in running.  One of them being to run a marathon under 3 hours.  I knew this was a stretch since my PR was set all the way back in 2009.  Knocking 8 minutes off that a decade later would definitely not be easy.

I signed up for the Erie Marathon, figuring it doesn't get much flatter.  To fit in training with the least disruption, I started back in April doing runs mainly in the evening and through the night, timing them so I was back for the early hour twin bottle feeding shift.  I got in good runs early on, but my mileage was all over the place.  A 40-mile week here, 20 miles the next, then a gap of almost a month barely running before the race in September.  

 

Needless to say, I was never even close to PR pace.  I hit the wall at mile 18 and the wheels fell off fast ending in a 3:47 marathon, making it my slowest ever by far.  Not surprising looking back, but it's funny the tricks your mind can play to make you think you can get by on grit alone.

I got back to serious training in November with more determination than ever to get in top form for a spring marathon.  Unfortunately, that training involved pounding the miles and in the process my body.  Looking back at my running log, the training doesn't look all that crazy, but one thing that sticks out is the lack of rest days.  I would do a sub-7-minute tempo run followed by two days of back-to-back long runs.  I would use the foam roller after every run, rolling the pain out of what I thought was caused by a tight IT band.

By January, the side of my leg and behind my quad was hurting pretty regularly.  One night, I took a hot bath, which I never do, to try to ease the pain.  I laid down in bed, coughed or sneezed, and right then threw my back out.  Electric pain shot through my body & I either passed out or almost passed out.  The months that followed included sleeping on the floor because it was the only place I could get somewhat comfortable, accidentally falling asleep on a heating pad & being jolted awake to electric pain, losing feeling in my toes & traveling 30 minutes several days a week for 6 weeks to a chiropractor barely able to sit for the ride from the intense pain.  Every minute of every day for months my body felt pain that even pain relievers couldn't mask.  I really did a number this time.

 

Mike Tyson said it best: 

"I broke my back."

"My back is broken." 

"Spinal" 

At some point several months later, the acute pain began to simmer down, but the nerve pain in my back, and probably just as much the psychological PTSD, wouldn't go away.  I stopped running on January 9th, 2020 & didn't take another step until June 17th, 2021.  On that day I ran a mile to test out my back.  I ran a grand total of 285.5 miles from June 2021 through March 2024, an average of less than two miles/week.  

Having had the back & nerve pain for such an extended period of time, I became well attuned to my body, how the pain felt, what aggravated it & how to avoid those things.  Or at least I thought.  Any run where I had pain that I thought would lead me back to that of January 9th, 2020 would instantly cause me not to run another step for weeks and months.  The lines blurred between what was real pain to be concerned with and what was just paranoia to avoid it happening again.  Looking back, both were feeding each other & preventing me to fix the root of the issue, which was lack of core strength & the confidence that not every pain was something to fear.

 

So many people deal with more serious, longer lasting health problems than mine.  So for that, I feel thankful.  But when you're in the midst of it, it's easy to lose hope.  Especially when it's preventing you from doing your passion, running.

 

But where there's bad there's always good.  I learned that I didn't need running.  Biking and swimming acted as a great lower impact alternative for me to get my endorphin fix and clear my head.  Walking in the neighborhood & hiking on trails also helped.  I learned I needed to respect my body & listen to it.  The injury gave my body a much needed, albeit forced, rest.

I finally got back to running regularly in November 2024.  I worked my way up in mileage slowly, still mixing in biking and swimming & never running two consecutive days in a row.  By January, my long runs were above 15 miles, and I did a 20 miler in under 8:30 pace.  I was back!  

In the past, I focused mainly on weekly mileage during a training cycle.  Getting up to 50-60 miles per week for marathon or ultra training was usually the goal.  Now I'm listening much more closely to my body and paying less attention to weekly mileage.  Cross-training has reduced the number of running days available each week but spares my body the extra pounding while still getting in the aerobic benefit. 

I learned in September 2024 that my company covers a subscription to an app called Hinge Health as a benefit to employee health.  I signed up for this & have been doing it ever since.  They have daily exercises that target different areas of your body to stretch & strengthen.  Each set consists of 5-7 exercises and usually lasts no more than 10 minutes.  The key is consistency.  I couldn't "fix" my body overnight, just like I didn't "break" it overnight.  

 

They also have coaches and certified physical therapists that work with you personally to help address your specific problem.  I even did a video call with a therapist, talked through my history and where I was at now.  It was nice to talk to an actual person educated in therapy.  She offered great advice, but more importantly, gave me the confidence to "get back on the horse".  The app also enforces this by giving daily articles, advice and stories of other users to support the journey back from chronic pain.

 

An article that sticks out the most was about pain and the different types.  How short-term pain is obviously important to prevent us from doing damage to our body, but long-term pain can be a result of a confused nervous system falsely triggering pain responses sometimes due to a learned emotional distress & not always tied to actual active damage.

All the things I've mentioned above have helped get my back to a better state. I went to a few different chiropractors.  Those seemed to help, but it's always hard to tell.  I also think the basic passage of time deserves credit.  Our bodies are typically resilient and naturally want to heal themselves.  That being said, I don't think time alone would've gotten me totally back to being healthy & running, although I don't believe any of the things I've mentioned would've individually either.  They all collectively healed.  

Finally, not a run has gone by since I consistently started running again a year ago where I haven't looked up to the sky during each run and said, and truly meant, 'Thank you, God.'"

 

Top 10 Running Moments

Several years back I made a list of my top 5 favorite running moments.  I decided to expand that to the top 10.  Here they are...

10. High school XC
My love of running really started when I was little traveling with my family to my dad's marathons watching and cheering him on.  However, my competitive running career began in high school.  I was lucky enough to have none other than my dad coach me all four years.  Life has a way of coming full circle in different ways.  It was pretty cool, after having watched my dad all those years, that he was now there watching & coaching me.

9. College Running
My two years running at Clarion University in Pennsylvania were two of the most challenging, rewarding, and fun times I've had in running.  My first year coach, Daniel Caulfield, who had set the 800m Irish indoor record, ranked in the top 50 IAAF World rankings, and twice runner-up at the Millrose Games, needless to say, pushed us hard.  I developed a stress fracture at camp my first year before the season even started, but I recovered with rehab and pushed forward.  We ran some big meets, one at Penn State against DI schools, traveled to Los Angeles as a team for spring break, saw who could eat the most bowls of cereal in the cafeteria after our weekly Sunday long runs, filled probably a 50 gallon trash bag with as much ice as we could carry from the school gym to our team house to take an ice bath after tough workouts, and volunteered at the Cook Forest half marathon.  I probably had no business running in some of the meets we ran in.  Looking back, we had some big talent.  But at the end of the day, we all showed up, day after day, and gave it our all as a team.  I can count the number of times I partied those two years on one hand.  Life was running.  The team was cut after my second year due to Title IX, people transferred including myself, but the friendships and memories made from the camaraderie of being on a collegiate team will last a lifetime.

8. Gate 2 8 x 2
This was another sick & twisted NEO Trail Club challenge that's just too hard to resist.  This had plenty of climbs and the mental challenge of doing it once then turning right around and doing it again.  It was fun completing it with my brother and the fellow NEO Trail runners out there for the annual Slim Pickins club event.

7. Turkey Trots (2008, 2009, 2011)
The Warren Kiwanas Turkey Trot held at the Kent State Trumbull campus was an annual gathering of family, friends, former teammates, coaches, local running phenoms past and present, and anyone else you could think of.  It's the right of passage to eat turkey later that day.  I'm not sure offhand the number of times I've run this race, but it's always a classic.  It's been awhile since I've run this one so I'm hoping to get back soon.

6.  URINEO 50M
This was the first time I went past the 50K distance.  There's no better place I like to run than Mill Creek Park.  There's plenty of scenery and landmarks to distract you from the mileage.  The terrain is surprisingly technical for Ohio, so you have to watch each step especially in certain sections.  This was a big mental barrier to overcome.  Being a 6-loop course, there are many temptations to stop.  Add in a warm log cabin filled with runners enjoying good eats for one of NEO Trail's premier events, and the last couple loops are daunting.      

5.  Oil Creek 100K 
Finishing 50 miles at URINEO the year before gave me confidence to push it a little further in 2012.  I had watched my brother and sister run at Oil Creek before and knew I'd like to enter it some year.  I ran Pikes Peak Marathon a couple months prior, so I was in pretty good shape but didn't have quite the endurance training I would've liked.  I battled through muscle soreness and knee pain that I hadn't felt in races before.  It was a two loop course and, as it always seems to be the case in a race longer than 50K, I had to battle through thoughts of quitting.  My body told my mind that it was too tired, but prior race experiences told me to weather the highs and lows that always occur during a long race.  I was able to battle through all of this and earn my first buckle!         

4.  Pikes Peak Marathon   
My dad and brother completed this race in the past, so this was one I really wanted to do.  From watching my dad run in it when I was little and riding up to the top of the mountain in the cog train, I knew of the beauty this race had to offer.  I trained by doing hill repeats at Firestone Metro Park, but there isn't anything in Ohio that can prepare you for the altitude.  I went out to Colorado the week before and even spent a couple nights in Leadville, America's highest city.  I climbed a mountain while there which actually seemed to help.  I think I was on such a high out there having a blast that all the energy I spent the week prior didn't matter.  I didn't expect this race to be as hard as it turned out to be.  I underestimated the effect altitude has on you.  However, I love downhill running so the second half of the race was great.  Finally hitting pavement and crossing the finish line was a thrill, as you can tell by the photo below.     

3.  Boston Marathon (2008 & 2010)  
The Boston Marathon is the grandaddy of all road marathons and the oldest annually held marathon in the world.  I qualified for the first time at the 2007 Columbus Marathon with about a minute and a half to spare.  What made it really special was that my sister also qualified at that race.  I also qualified at the 2009 Cleveland Marathon with a comfier 3 minutes to spare :)   Both years at Boston, I intentionally slowed down and enjoyed everything the race has to offer.  As I neared the finish, the sense of accomplishment hit me both years and I got chills and a couple watery eyes.            

2.  Speedgoat 50K    
This was a hell of a race.  It's labeled the toughest 50K in the U.S. with 11k ft of climb and hitting 11k ft elevation 3 times.  The difficulty of the course, the struggle I overcame due to lack of training and the fact that it was the closest I had come to DNF'ing a race, with about 5 minutes to spare at the final cutoff at mile 22, made for quite the adventure.

1.  Burning River 100M
This was the culmination of all the previous events and experiences.  Not much can be said without going into more detail (see race recap) to describe the highs and lows of the hundred mile distance, and even then, only so much can be conveyed without actually experiencing it first hand.  The only goal for me in this race was to finish.  The only time that mattered was the 30 hour cutoff.  The journey I made in this race settled any running demons in me that may have existed.  In a sense, it completed one of the main reasons why I run - to see how far I can push my body.  After this race, I knew any crazy idea I could think up was possible if I wanted to do it.  As I mentioned earlier, life has a way of coming full circle.  Running does too.  This completed that circle in so many ways.

The reward doesn't lie in how fast you get to the destination but in the journey itself.

Country Roads

This morning I went for a run, but instead of doing my usual 4.3 mile loop, I ventured out towards Hartville Hardware.  I wasn’t sure how far I was going to run, but I wanted to get a longer one in.  I made my way towards Congress Lake, on the other side of the tracks, and through Hartville’s small downtown area.  From there I took Rt 43 South.  It’s always fun running on new roads and with country roads it’s pretty hard to get lost.  However as I kept going further south, I was a little worried that I wouldn’t find a road that ran perpendicular back to Uniontown.  I wanted to go 10-15 miles but not much more than that.  I ended up turning on a few roads back to Hartville and on to familiar sites.  It was around 40 degrees and just a nice run all around.  Afterwards, I made a delicious cheese omelette and grape jelly toast that hit the spot.

The Challenge

Running has taken me a lot of places and allowed me to see where my limits lie.  From running Boston twice to climbing the 14er of Pikes Peak to navigating the toughest 50K in the U.S. in Utah to surviving 100 miles traversing our national park of Cuyahoga Valley, I’m thankful of the gift and opportunities God has given me.  It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s been rewarding and totally worth it.

As I begin a new exciting journey in life, fatherhood, I’m reminded of the balance, trust and hard work it takes in trying something new.  I’m reminded that the toughest experiences in life, those that push you to the edge at times, are the ones you’ll remember and cherish and look back on in years ahead with the fondness and clarity that only the passing of time can bring.  Within those tough moments of late sleepless nights feeding two hungry screaming babies or getting to mile 62, a new distance PR, and then continuing on 40 more miles into the unknown, lies moments where you stop and appreciate what has been given to you and the beauty of the moment.

After years of pushing myself in running, I’m excited to dedicate my time to being a great father.  I’ve come to appreciate the simple 4 or 5 mile runs even more as they’ve become fewer and further between.  While stretches of intense training or focus are required at times to achieve certain goals, overall balance and moderation is required to achieve long-term success when life and personal passions pull at you in different directions.  They’ll be a time to refocus on running and achieve a few more goals I have - that fire still burns strong and won’t go away - but for now I’m happy with the new challenge life has presented me.

Fear

Too many times we don't try something new for fear of the unknown, fear that we will be uncomfortable or fear that we will fail.  I can think of many times I decided to go out with friends instead of staying at home and was so glad I did afterwards.  The memories made and interactions with others is usually always better than giving into comfort, in this case your home.

Comfort can also creep into your career.  I've switched jobs a few times and, each time looking back, I was glad I did.  It's never something I take lightly.  The best thing you can do is go with your gut, listen to your heart and make sure you're not running away from, but to something.  Once you make a decision, never look back with regret.  Fear of the unknown and failure also play a big factor here.  However, if we embrace the unknown many times we'll surprise ourselves how well things work out.  The Universe helps out those who work hard, are persistent and do not fear trying new things.  Always try to discover and chase your (channeling The Alchemist here) Personal Legend.

And finally, running.  Running has always been my favorite metaphor to life.  There's ups and downs.  There's challenges to overcome.  And hard work eventually pays off.  Like life, running is not always fair.  Injuries happen that set you back, but persistence & determination will overcome this.  Fear of failure has never deterred me from signing up for a race.  It's made me scared shitless, but once that gun goes off, there's no room for fear, just instinct.  During training, my fear of being uncomfortable plays a factor every.  single.  week.  It's more comfortable to relax on the couch, but the feeling you get after a run is always better - the feeling of accomplishment and the high from working hard at a God-given talent.  One of my favorite quotes below by Bill Bowerman in the movie Without Limits sums it up perfectly - find meaning in what you do.

Running, one might say, is basically an absurd past-time upon which to be exhausting ourselves. But if you can find meaning, in the kind of running you have to do to stay on this team, chances are you will be able to find meaning in another absurd past-time: Life.

Don't fear.

2017 Canton Football Hall Of Fame Marathon

When your calfs and quads start cramping a little after the halfway point of a marathon, you know it's going to be a long day!

I signed up for the 2017 Canton HOF Marathon more than a year in advance. Jim Chaney was running a deal, dropping the price to $26.20. This was too good to pass up! The other motivator that keeps me signing up for road marathons is that ever elusive sub three hour marathon.

My training wasn't terrible, but nothing spectacular and certainly not good enough for a PR. I got up to a 51 mile week, but the rest of the weeks ranged anywhere between 15 and 40 miles. The last month of training in April, I dropped off and only recorded six runs! At this point, I knew sub three or even a PR was not achievable so my plan was to back off and try for a 3:30-3:45.

I started out with Kelly's cousin, Greg, who was running the half marathon.  I met up and ran several long training runs with him, mostly starting from Lock 29 in Peninsula and running north or south on the Towpath.

The splits below tell the whole story.  I actually didn't start out as fast as I thought I had and kept a pretty even pace through the half.  But as the temperature and humidity rose during the race, it became more apparent that I was not taking in enough electrolytes to replenish what I was losing.  My calves and quads started cramping around mile 14 or 15 and by 18 it became quite a struggle.  I slogged along doing the marathon shuffle, trying to avoid a massive calf cramp.
 

 

I tried using the pace groups as motivation by staying ahead of them for as long as possible, but one group after another passed me.  And before long, the reality set in that this would be my first marathon over 4 hours.  I was actually fine with this thought.  All I wanted to do was finish.  This finish would be a different kind of accomplishment.

I ended up running a 4:13:29, my worst marathon ever by nearly half an hour.  Kelly and Greg were at the finish cheering me on and Greg hopped in to run the final stretch with me.  I was so happy to be done!

 

Afterward as we waited for the bus to take us back to our car at the fairgrounds, I started feeling nauseous and dizzy.  I was sitting in the shade with Greg and ended up puking.  I can't remember the last time I puked after a race and definitely never have after a marathon.  I'm not a good runner in the heat, so today was rough.  I saw one guy during the race on the ground with paramedics around him and an IV.  There were plenty of people hurting out there today and plenty of slow times, so today was just a good tough training run and an accomplishment just to finish.

2016 Burning River 100

In 2009, I paced my brother on his quest to finish his first hundred. He was 29 years old and finished in 29 hours.

I've been surrounded by many friends who have run several 100 milers. Some of them I've met through the NEO Trail Club and others through running at the Cuyahoga Valley. For me, 100 miles seemed like the ultimate goal in running. For the majority of my running career, I've taken part in the "fast", competive side, racing in high school, collegiately and personally in marathons.  That side of running is fun, but eventually plateaus and can leave you burned out.

I started to get into trail running after college. I ran several 50Ks, 50 and eventually 100K. I really enjoyed being out in nature on the trails. It was easy to forget about running and clear my mind. Even more so than the roads. I didn't care about time or pace. Walking hills was perfectly fine. The goal in road running was faster, faster, FASTER! The goal in trail running was farther, farther, FARTHER!

So fast-forward seven years and it was now my turn, at 29 years old (ironic huh), to give this hundred thing a shot. I didn't have a specific date in mind that I wanted to attempt my first hundred by. It was more a matter of when I felt ready. Some people say you can never be 100% ready for 100 miles. I think you can be. 100 miles is a long way and a lot of variables can affect the outcome: training, nutrition, weather, health. But being 100% ready doesn't mean you have 100% chance of finishing. I've never DNF'd a race. I try to push my limits by competing in harder and harder races, but someday I expect a DNF.

The variables I mentioned above are just that, variables, because sometimes life gets in the way, sometimes we get week after week of 90 degree weather or blizzards, sometimes your stomach on race day just won't cooperate no matter how good your nutrition plan is. But the one constant you can count on if you train it well enough and one of the most important traits to have in ultra running, in my opinion, is your mental toughness. No matter what variables stack up against you, you can always fall back on this.

I signed up for the Burning River 100 the day after we came back from our honeymoon. Actually signing up for a race always gives me extra motivation in getting the training in, so I thought the sooner the better. The training to follow consisted of many ups and downs, like it always does. I got above 40 miles/week only twice with many weeks under 20. Not ideal, but I was able to get some key long runs in leading up to the race. 20, 15, 32 and 24 milers.

I was really confident going into the race due to how well I felt during my recent long runs and how well my nutrition went during those. Tailwind was a huge help for sure in getting my sodium (and other nutrients) in easier. Also, instead of using a bladder in my Camelback, I switched to 3 bottles and a handheld. I found this helped a lot in keeping me honest. One 14 or 16oz bottle per hour did me well. Also, peanut butter sandwiches helped get the calories in. I would pack as many as I could fit, which was usually three, into my Camelback and eat them throughout a 20+ mile run.

During the week leading up to the race, I felt excited, nervous, doubtful, calm, frantic and about every other feeling.  I had 6 drop bags that I filled with about the same stuff including pop tarts, face wipes, Ibuprofen, salt tablets, Tailwind, Vaseline, new shoes/shirt/shorts/socks, Clif Bars, PB sandwiches and extra bandanas.  I made a pace card with each of the aid stations and columns for distance from the previous aid station, total mileage, if there was a drop bag, estimated arrival time based on about a 26 hour finish, cutoff times, and notes about what was in a drop bag and trail surface for that section.  This proved to be very helpful when thinking and doing math in your head become extremely difficult later in a race.

  

The night before the race was the Olympic Opening ceremony.  I wanted to watch it, but still had to get some stuff together and get to bed.  I talked to my sister and parents then made it to bed around 7:30.  My mind was wandering, thinking about all the details of the race, so there wasn't much sleeping going on.  Before I knew it, my alarm was going off at 1 AM.  I was taking the bus from the finish line in Cuyahoga Falls up to the start at Squire's Castle in Willoughby Hills.  The bus was to be loaded at 2:15 and Cuyahoga Falls is about a 25 minute drive from our house.

Leaving home in the morning

The bus ride was enjoyable.  I talked most the way up to this guy from around Cincinnati.  It was his first hundred also.  When we arrived, we wished each other luck and made our way to the start line to do whatever last pre-race things we needed to do.  I wore flip flops up, so I changed into my shoes.

I tried to find my friend Les, who I had met through Shannon (another runner on our street) and had done a couple training runs with.  My last long run of 24 miles was with Les.  We ran a night run from Pine Hollow to the Covered Bridge and back.  We ended up making a wrong turn that night, went south on Wetmore Rd, a little out of the national park, turned around when we realized this and headed to Akron-Peninsula Rd and back up Quick Rd to our cars.  It was a great run mentally before the race to get us in the right frame of mind to finish this hundred.

I didn't end up finding Les in the sea of headlamps, but would see him later on.  The national anthem was sung, Vince counted down and the race was off!

Below are some of the key moments, highlights and memories along the way...

• The first section of the race had a lot of roads.  I didn't really mind this, but made it a point to slow down and keep things at or above 10 minute pace
• I saw Kelly, our dog Zoey, and my parents for the first time at mile 38 at the Meadows AS.  This was great seeing them! 

• I got stung 4 or 5 times by a wasp around mile 30 or so.  A hiker warned us of the nest up ahead.  I sprinted through this area, which in hindsight it might have been better to walk.  It got me on the head, neck and wrist and hurt like hell, but the pain left within the next mile and there wasn't any swelling.
• I can't recall when exactly, but before the Meadows, I ran into fellow NEO Trail member Ron Ross.  Ron is incredible both as a person and in running.  I think he's run upwards of 60+ hundreds, so seeing and talking to him throughout the race helped a lot.  Ron is real upbeat and always believes in you and in himself.

Leaving the Meadows AS with Ron

• I also ran into another NEO Trail member, Paul "The King" Lefelhocz.  Paul is also a very accomplished runner and was actually signed up for Eastern States 100 (which he finished) the weekend after this race!  Paul is also another great guy who has tons of ultra wisdom.
• Paul, Ron and I saw each other many times throughout the race.  From the Ledges AS (mile 66) all the way to the finish, we would pass each other frequently.  It was encouraging to see that they had their ups and downs throughout the race too.  One thing I learned is that no matter how many hundreds you do, this distance never gets easy.  There are points throughout the race, particularly in the later stages, where a bad attitude can lead to a DNF.  Attitude is

  

  Leaving Pine Hollow for the second time

  everything.
• A runner from Indiana, Dawn, helped me a ton!  She was really positive and every time I saw her she said I was doing great.  She was running the back-half 50, but had done a hundred before.  I started running with her in the Kendall Hills area and ran with her at various other points throughout the rest of the race, the Perkins loop being the last.
• I finally saw Les at the Ledges Shelter and again at Pine Hollow.  I ran with him and his pacer Bob Hunter for a little while.
• I passed Paul midway through the Perkins Loop after the Covered Bridge (mile 82).  He couldn't stomach anything and would be pushing the Covered Bridge cutoff (5:34 AM Sunday) This was a crucial juncture in the race for both of us.  We gave each other encouraging words.
• After the Perkins Loop, until the finish, I would keep calculating in my head what a 20 minute pace would get me in at.  I knew this was really slow, but I wanted to play it safe.  It seemed every time I calculated it, this pace got me in to the finish with 20 minutes or less left in the race.  Maybe my math was wrong, but this helped me keep pushing the pace as much as I was able.  I thought, "for every mile I can get under 20 minutes, I'm banking time.  And at some point, I'll literally need 25-30 minute miles to finish!"
•  After the Covered Bridge II AS, I had 15 miles left.  Nothing too exciting happened during this time.  I ran when I could, but walked a good portion.  I actually didn't feel terrible and knowing that a slow walk would get me in before the cutoff was more than enough to keep my spirits up.
• I didn't end up using a pacer.  Having no pacer was just me being stubborn and wanting to finish my first hundred on my own.  However despite having no pacer, I had plenty of help from my wife, parents, other runners throughout the race, the countless aid station workers and my brother and sister texting & calling me during the night.  So it was far from a solo effort!
• I brought my mp3 player along, loaded with tons of music ranging from Rocky to Hall & Oates to current songs.  However, I didn't end up using it.  I was too lazy to pull it out of my pack and was just really focused on finishing this race.  Plus I enjoyed hearing the sounds throughout the night and talking to other runners.



Memorial Parkway with 4.6 miles left!

• I ran some of the last stretch of the race past Botzum down the Towpath with a guy (whose name I can't remember) and his pacer.  I could tell he was starting to give into a really slow pace, one that could lead to a DNF if he kept it up.  I was about 400 yards back from them and caught up in the span of a mile by just power walking.  His pacer told his runner this trying to pump him up.  I told him to walk with a purpose and get it done!  We started running sections off and on and he ended up pushing me more than I would have on my own.  The three of us made a good team to the Memorial Parkway AS.
• After Memorial Parkway, there's a big climb in Cascade Valley Metro Park.  I got to the last grassy straightaway on a trail called the Highbridge Trail.  It's the final stretch until you get to High Street to the finish.  On this trail, I heard someone call out my name.  It was Paul!  I turned around and yelled his name.  I hadn't seen him since the Covered Bridge, so it was great to see he got out of his funk and made it!  
• Just a minute later, Ron was coming up behind me.  He was so happy for me and said I showed a lot of toughness out there.  It was cool to be participating in the same race as legends like Ron and Paul and being able to see firsthand how they've finished so many 100s - consistency, patience, riding out the storm and mental toughness.

I walked the final stretch down High Street with another runner until I could see the finish.  Once I got within 100 yards, I sprinted in.  I heard Jim Christ announce "I know this guy!".  I was so happy to reach the end and gave Jim a hug.  It almost didn't seem real that I was actually done.  Kelly, my parents and Kelly's sister, Steph, were all there congratulating me.  My final time was 29:07:54.

 

For more pictures from the race click here.