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Events:Stone Cat 50 Mile Trail Race November 6, 2010 Middlesex Fells Trail Race December 4, 2010 AMC Mountaineering Committee Ice Program Winter 2011 AMC Mountaineering Committee Rock Program Spring 2011 Pictures:AlbumRunning Data:20102009 2008 |
Sun, 13 Jun 2010
While we still had dim sunlight, we ran some of the first three miles, but as night descended and the headlamps and flashlights came on, it was necessary to slow to a vigorous walk. Since we had switched form the planned Reservoir Trail to the more challenging Skyline Trail, we dropped the aim of maintaining the 14:40 pace that would result in a 24-hour finish at Vermont. Skyline is brutal in the daytime. At night it's a real adventure. At night in the rain it verges on dangerous. Within 30 minutes my shoes were soaked. It became painfully obvious on the first loop that my headlamp and flashlight were totally inadequate, and Kevin led essentially all of this part (15 miles). Although we stumbled around a lot, we mercifully never fell. I did tear a nice slice of skin off my right shin on a tree branch. We chatted amiably for most of the first loop, but descended into silence on the second. Kevin, who had run a 50-mile race in each of the last two weekends, needed to rest a sore ankle after the second loop, and took a nap in the passenger seat of our car, while I set off alone on the third loop at about 2 am carrying his flashlight. About three miles into this loop the rain began to come down heavily, and I was drenched again, but there was still no sign of lightning as I climbed up to Wright Tower. The sights and sounds that had been cheerful landmarks: a boulder or stump in the trail and frogs calling to would-be mates began to feel more ominous. Alone and exhausted I was unable to correctly identify the frogs, and began to think I was being followed by a strange old man, before long I was thinking about the Blair Witch Project. Fortunately I had seen enough of Steve Latour's late night trail ultra videos to be able to diagnose my own fatigue. I cheered myself at the thought that I would be able to take off my shoes and let my feet dry out in just three miles. I ran the last nearly flat section to the trailhead and pulled up to the car at around 5 as the birds sang the dawn chorus. Kevin and I talked for a while before I drove him home. I expect he would have gone out for another loop. We left the Fells knowing we could run and walk through the night given Vermont's more reasonable footing and do it with joy. |