Into the Woods at Burning River 100 Mile Run
Leading Up…
Over the years, some of my best races, have not been “races”
after all, yet an event in which the outside world and inside world meet in a
spirit of celebration and collaboration. This past weekend was another spirited
adventure on the trails-this time in Northeastern Ohio at The National 100 Mile
Trail Championships. The Burning River 100-Mile Endurance Run, just having
completed it’s 4th year running takes place on the trails and roads
of Cuyahoga Falls National Park and a variety of Cleveland Area Metro Parks.
This year the race brought 251 starters from all over the US and from across
national lines.
I was super-excited to make this 7-hour car journey north,
as much about running 100 miles, as
to celebrate my last days of “summer vacation”. I am a high school
counselor and after having July off, faculty work days started on August 2,
2010 with the 2010/2011 school year beginning on Thursday, August 5, 2010. I
thought of this weekend as my last “foray into freedom” for awhile!
After Western States 100, which was 5 weeks ago, I haven’t
trained much. Recovery from WS 100 took almost 2 full weeks in which I did some
short jogs and had some time on the road bike. Coach Howard gave me a schedule for the last 2 weeks which
included at most a 3 hour run. I was hoping that lots of rest combined with as
much planning as I could do without previewing the course would set me up for a
successful day. I watched all the course videos posted on the race website,
looked at past runner times and splits and compared them with my times and splits from WS last month in order to come up with a loose plan at least up
until the 64 mile point…after that I wasn’t sure how long it should take me.
I thought that since BR100 has much less elevation change
than WS100 I should be able to take off at least 2.5 hours from this year’s WS
time, and even more depending on race day conditions. That meant that (in my
own head), I could run it in 18ish hours. Little did I know during my planning,
that the weather conditions, volunteers, course diversity and just plain ‘ole
having a good day would add up to such a happy outcome for me!
Travel and pre-race
I left Jefferson, NC about 11am on Thursday and listened to
borrowed library book CDs on the journey, arriving at the modest Economy Inn, 4
miles from race start by 7pm. At room check-inn I met a young Royal Navy
(British Military) fellow, John Oakley who’d also be running the BR100. His room was 2
doors down from mine and although we didn’t hang out much, his journey to this
event and adventurous spirit and complete courage with abandon inspired and
invited respect. More on this later!
This night passed uneventfully with a basic grocery shop,
salad and good bread eaten in my room accompanied by a glass of 100% local
blackberry wine and an hour with a used book purchased at my hometown library.
Although I awoke at 6am next day, I forced myself to remain in bed daydreaming
and snoozing until 7:30 am. I have learned-with the learned encouragement of
friend and Montrail teammate Jill Perry, that rest and sleep before an event
are as essential to training weeks before…. that is why I do my best to arrive
at the latest on Thursday night before a Saturday race.
Friday morning was spent running my “Howard prescribed” 25
minute run, exploring by car and foot trailheads and little sections of the
course from mile 81ish on…I expected that if I couldn’t preview the whole
course, having a taste of the last 1/5 would be helpful. I discovered during my
brief "scoping out" in person, that it was indeed not flat or
track-like. There were plenty of hills and mud piles and roots and blackberry
thatches to satisfy even the most devoted lovers of backcountry trails. This
looked like a perfect urban trail race: plenty of miles of dirty, muddy,
semi-maintained trails, some well-groomed trails, horse trails, boardwalks,
flat bike paths and some super flat stuff followed by hilly and muddy and root
surface AND pretty sights that made you wish to build a snow globe of the scene
instead of hurrying through! The hilly road sections were just mellow enough in
grade to warrant running instead of hiking breaks. Ahhh! An adventure of
training, headspace, passion and embracing the day was at hand and I was
thrilled and itchy to get going!
Race Day!
Race morning was early and fast. John and I met the buses at
3:20 am and arrive at race start at 4:30ish am for the 5am start. After a quick
wave at Howard, I, along with 230+ others was on my way! I ran side-by-side run
with fast guy (and Montrail teammate) Eric Grossman for a mile, John and ran
the first 20ish miles together along with 34-year old seasoned ultra runner
Harvey Lewis. John has been on ship and largely been unable to train until 5 weeks
ago, yet he set forth, with some modest support from the Royal Navy to run this
event. Along the way he was raising money that would go to a scholarship fund
for families that got left behind after a loved one who was in the Royal Navy
passed on. Harvey is 34 years old and lives in PA and has done tons of ultra
running. I loved being around his passion and enthusiasm for the sport and his
obvious running talent had me sucked in!
Clean and fresh during the early miles...
During the
first 12 miles, those two guys chatted and chatted and they requested my
comments (I had several opinions!), yet begged off to focus on breathing and
current reality. I didn’t want to get sucked into “too fast”, yet I loved being
around that life energy! Finally the fellows pulled away as I acknowledged the
need to be a bit more conservative with my pace!
The 1st 9.6 miles were on the road; the remaining
90+ miles would be the varied combinations I spoke of earlier. I had planned to
arrive at Shadow Lake, 18.6 by 2:40 and Ottawa Pt by 5:50. Though I have not
yet seen the splits, I think I was close to spot on for both.
The morning passed very quickly-It is hard to remember
details as I was in cruise mode-running, drinking, fueling, pit stopping as
necessary. It was like breathing in the terrain and surrounding without really
seeing. Sounds kinda weird, yet these words most accurately describe my
perception of the 1st half! Relaxed, working forward into a grand
adventure!
One of the many fine aid stations!
I did not have a crew and (though it’d have been
invigorating and great-) I didn’t need one, as the volunteers were attentive,
responsive and encouraging! Aid stations were just as advertised and well
stocked. For this reason, I left my little fanny pack in a drop bag at mile
39.6 and continued as light as can be with only a handheld Nathan Quickdraw Plus!
Never before have I dared to run with so little!
Volunteers, all attired in red VOLUNTEER shirts catered to
me! I felt like a rock star and appreciated their assistance. My hands were
sweaty and dirty. Volunteers unscrewed my water bottle, filled it with my
hearts desire-usually ½ Gatorade and ½ Hammer Heed. Though I prefer and train
and race with Clif Bar Products, I have learned that without a crew, I can
adjust to the race sponsored products and usually do just fine…Volunteers
emptied cold sponges over my head as I dramatically yelped while I was given
beta on the upcoming trail section. My only responsibilities continued to be to
simply run and not hurt myself or anyone else! What a gift of freedom!
Arriving at Boston Store #1(49.1) I had reached the (almost)
halfway point. Yay!!! Yet not so yay as I met up with Eric Grossman who had to
drop due a hamstring issue. Big-time bummer! Eric is a quiet tough guy who I
believe would have placed in top 2 if “issues” didn’t present! Ick and ugh and
thank you to Eric for your selflessness and encouragement!
I came through Boston Store #2 (one of the entertaining
loops-this loop had a long boardwalk to scamper across and a waterfall to look
at) on this mostly point-to-point course and was thrilled to be welcomed by Ohio’s
fast girl Amanda Stickel! She was out there crewing another runner, yet I
received great vibes and encouragement from her! Thank you Amanda! Amanda and I
met in 2009 at USATF National Championships 50k in NY. She placed 3rd
and me 4th…yet since then, our relationship has been entirely
virtual! At this point I learned I was 30 minutes ahead of the next girl. Cool!
Yet it was still to early to consider competition and racing…that could come
after the 100k point. The goal was to stay steady and fueled and practice
wisdom.
Bobbing up and down the shadowed trails I reached the Happy
Days Aid Station at 64.1 miles feeling steady. A “little birdie” (Amanda)
informed me she heard that the next woman was gaining on me. Hhhmph. I expected
that, yet didn’t love it! Thank you Amanda! As I proceeded down the mildly
technical trails I met up with Harvey again and asked about our Royal Navy
friend…John had reportedly slowed down to a pace that better matched his recent
training. Makes sense to me…best wishes to the young Brit –I really wanted him
to meet his goals!
As I caught up with Harvey again, I considered what it meant
to be “gained on”. I didn’t like it! Not that I wish anything bad to my
competitors –as I always hope we have the race of our dreams and that way we
will push eat other to run our very best! I did however, do a reality check
with myself. “ Am I running my potential at this point in the race?” A Big FAT no. I was very much in my
comfort zone!
We were in the shade and on trails and on very mellow elevation
change. I had and would have access to plenty of food and water. The only
bummer I was experiencing was an abundance of pit stops due to the trots.
HMMMPh! Though I hate taking the
stuff, I carry Imodium and took 2 tablets at this point, 2 hours later I would
follow with one more. I can’t control this issue, yet I can help make it
better! I also knew that I could run less conservatively and therefore run
better, so I found delight in pushing my comfort zone and going more towards
“the edge”. Ack…another dimension to this adventure!
Before I knew it I was up and over the meadowy “Sound of
Music Hill” and Howard greeted me as I arrived in aid station territory. He was
encouraging and assisted me with refilling and saying I was still moving and
looking fine! Yep! Thank you Howard, you rock! Amanda was there too continuing her encouragement and well
wishes. I appreciate the great energy, and used it to propel me on!
I ran another loop of 3.3 miles, came through this aid
station again, sucked in fuel and water and generous good wishes and bobbed
along, arriving at Covered Bridge #1 filled with crazy energy of a person who
was excited and nervous and at a mental place of imagining running sub 17:00
and earning her 1st national title.
At this point I had not a clue
of placement of my competition, the draw of the sub -17 idea was taking shape!
The next section was supposed to be torturous, so I mentally prepared myself
for the likes of Short Mountain at Massanutten 100 and was happy to find, that
in comparison, this was a fun section. Some muddy parts and steep ups, yet not
the torture I’d read and been warned of! As I came through Covered Bridge #2, I
learned I had a 56-minute lead since last time through. Cool! Yet now the run
was about focus and staying as strong as possible. I longed to earn a National
Champion Title, yet at the same time, wanted to find the edge of performance
and run with risk and sensibility. Could I run sub 17? Or 16:30? Don’t know! Will find out!
Though I picked up my headlamp at mile 85.5 I didn’t turn it
on until just after the last aid station at mile 96.3. At this point Nathan
Yanko and I were sharing miles. I caught up to him at around mile 95-he was
worried his wheels were falling off. I could see he was tired as I was-yet I knew
his wheels were fine-and expected he’d be even better once reaching Devon
(Superhero-fast Devon Crosby-Helms is his girlfriend and was one of his crew
this day). Nathan did recharge and I followed close behind him, catching up
during the last trail section mile 97.5-100ish. We ran together. Not chatting
or racing, just sharing the same pace and illumination from out lights. As we
started to emerge from the “canyon” Nathan gave me the heads up that he liked
the finish strong and would run very fast for the last half mile. Super cool! I
encouraged him to do so! This is a race and event where we are all invited to
work hard, take risks, yet also to acknowledge, appreciate and use our
strengths! Go Nathan go!
We left the trails, follow cones across a bridge and down
the road and with less than a ½ mile left to go, Nathan surged ahead and before
long, I saw Nathan was going to overtake someone and he did!
Finishing
I followed behind, running as strong as I could, being
escorted by 2 guys on mountain bikes. Free thoughts followed:
I can see the clock! I can see the numbers. I hear the
music. Holy buckets the finish line is in sight….oh my there is a black tape
for me to break…I have won races yet never broken a tape…run Annette run…I
think I’m gonna cry: BAM! Done! Over! Tape broken with a course record time of
16:44:21! Annette is a National Champion! Wow! Oh-my-God, how on the planet did
this happen?
Super cool!
I soaked up the warm congratulations and walked
for 45 minutes before sitting down. After sitting down too quickly after WS100
last month and loosing blood pressure, I was not going to let that happen
again! Nathan’s Mom even escorted me to my car to get my cell phone so I
wouldn’t be alone. I called George and my Mom! Super exciting!
Starting Recovery
After leaving the finish line I headed back to my motel for
a quick shower and then 15-minute ice bath with 20# of ice. I ate a Lean
Cuisine dinner, drank ½ glass of wine and slept for 5.5 hours, after which I
took another ice bath and another 1-hour nap. Rising, I walked across the
parking lot and enjoyed Dunkin Donuts coffee and an egg sandwich. I wondered about John…I was a light was
on in his room, yet dared not disturb him, not knowing what time he arrived
back-or if the light was left on by housekeeping as mine was? After packing up, I arrived back at the
finish line at 10:15am.
Todd and I just before awards in the morning.
At the finish line I sat around emotionally cheering in 28
and 29-hour runners. I sat around with Todd Braje and Scott Dunlap as we waited
for awards. During the awards ceremony, I was part of a special club-of all
people limping-it seemed regardless of position finishing we all were hobbled
and could laugh at ourselves. I still have not learned of what happened to John Oakley, yet will endeavor to find out!
Devon and Nathan at awards
The Burning River 100 is a quality event with excellent
volunteers, varied surfaces and terrain. I hope to be back one day! After
awards, I drove the 7 hours home and got ready for work and a new school year
the next day. Starting a school year with a face of race-induced pimples, sore
legs, post 100 mile hormonal upset wasn’t ideal, yet I am privileged to have
the health and resources to have made the trip and very happy (especially with
budget cuts) to have a job!
