For those of you that know me and have had to put up with my unending ramblings about running, you probably know or heard that the RTR has been what I called a 'cursed race' for many years. It goes something like this:
2008 - didn't know about it until race weekend and couldn't go mountain biking.
2009 - missed registration.
2010 - signed up... got INJURED...volunteered at AS 3/4.
2011 - signed up... got INJURED...volunteered at The Pit.
SINCE LAST TIME
Well since my last check-in I've been doing whatever. I have been focused on fixing my diet as it was COMPLETELY out of whack and am starting to see results. More importantly, I am getting back to my running roots and running more and more just for fun. Anna and I have been running some trails and around her neighborhood...just places that are different from what I have been routinely doing. I've also organized a few fun runs including a night run with my buddies Frank and Rami. This was a blast! 2+ hours of ridiculing and picking on each other, sharing stories about our lives, and listening to Frank tell us about the Corleone family...which he still has to finish.
|The spirit of Monsignor Frank.|
LEADING UP TO THE RACE
So, there is no hiding the fact that this is in big competition with MMM for being one of my favorite races. Red Top Mountain edges out Fort Mountain just by a little bit as being one of my favorite places to run. That being said, I have adopted this race as being mine, though Jaydene (the former RD) and Jim (the new RD) would completely disagree. Technically it is theirs, but I am that lurker in the background that knows this park like crazy and has spent hundreds of miles and hours running, hiking, and mountain biking its trails. Not to mention exploring places like the Blair Witch Trail, the Stone Fire Place, the Diving Cliffs, the Iron Mine, Haunted Tree...the list goes on and on. I think there is only one place in the park I haven't checked out...which I plan to do tomorrow :-)
SO, I kind of feel obligated to do whatever I can to help out. Officially, for the last two years I've marked part of the course with James T., picked up the Chobani from Publix, and bought the Dunkin' Donuts volunteer breakfast. It's not really all that much but it keeps me happy.
|Chobani in space bags from the planet moon...35 cases to be exact.|
Unofficially, before the race I'll run a course check (a.k.a. training run) or two checking out the condition of the trails and noting things that might need to be fixed like a board on the bridge or whatever. I also posted these handy course check photos on Jaydene's Facebook wall.
|PM course check.|
|AM course check.|
First, I have to mention that this was Anna's first trail race...and she did AWESOME. Though the results will show her 1 second behind me, she really won. She ran really hard and at the end were it not for a bad cramp (to which I was like "Thank God") she kept picking up speed running harder and harder. I really wanted to cross the finish together, but oh well...we were racing :-)
So, what about those 75 people?
Well, we started at the back of the pack. And when I say back there were only about 20 people behind the two of us. For real. That put us in about 328th place. We ran with Jen R., Len T., and Wes B. (wow all three names have three letters...it's a sign) for about a half mile or so, then started moving up. Eventually around mile 2 we found Frank and passed his slow ass (I can only say this because he would have beaten my ass were he like 40 years younger...my age that is...I think he's pushing 80).
Anyway, we just ran! At each aid station we knew someone. We knew people at the road crossings. We had people yelling and cheering for us from other trails. It was cool. I love this club!
Somewhere around mile 6 Avery met up with us. He is the son of Ultra Running Chef Ryan and a kid that I met in Publix a couple of years ago because we both had on a pair of Crosslites. We ran together for about 3 miles and talked the entire time. As it turns out, though I tried really hard to mentally crush him, Ryan did an awesome job of building up his mental fortitude. I think I could have run a good bit faster on this part of the trail, but we were talking and, well, I kind of got lost. Yes, I got lost in a conversation with a teenager and yes it cost me a sub 2-hour time...but whatever...it doesn't matter because I passed him as well...ha ha ha ha...another victim of my supreme speed and power.
Eventually I could tell that Anna wanted to take off, but she was being nice to me so I picked up the pace and started running again. She's a tough cookie. Don't let her pretty smile fool you. And heaven forbid if she wore glasses when she ran...crap...I'd be toast.
Anyway, the last few miles were nice running and walking a couple of hills. Then as we crossed the little wooden bridge on the makeshift trail we could see the finish line. We ran all of the hills together and even passed a couple more people...and then something happened...we finished. I broke "The Curse of the Rumble".
WELL, WHAT NOW?
Now that that's over I guess it's time to reflect and get ready for next year. I have offered my services to Jim B. and hopefully I can do a lot more next year. I know I am going to mark the course, pick up the Chobani and probably get the breakfast, but I'd love to ultimately be the course marshal. But, really, whatever I end up doing I am sure I'll be happy!
LOVE THE RUMBLE!