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<span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span style="font-size:large;">3rd Annual</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Mountain Master’s 16 Mile Trail Run</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Harlan, KY</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">November 24, 2007</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">What a day.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The Thanksgiving Feast 2007 ended for me about 4:30pm yesterday when I decided that</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I simply could not hold another morsel or tip another flute of bubbly.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">My kids and DW were more resilient -or imbibed less- took the carnival to town for extended play,</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">graciously leaving me to kick back, pack my race bag, and take the dog for a walk as desired.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Perfect. Perfect.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Everyone had an enjoyable evening, even DD’s dog who scored a crisp and brisk walk around the block under a bright full moon.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">An 11pm lights-out led me to the world of dreams without resistance, drifting inevitably toward a 4:30 alarm.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Harlan is over a two hours by car, and the shuttle bus to the race start on the mountain ridge top leaves the staging area at 8:30am.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I don’t want to miss that bus.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The alarm was just a precaution.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I woke at 3:00, my mind evidently needing to think about something that it thought simple dreaming couldn’t handle.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I continued to recline unmoved until the appointed half-hour then engaged bodily.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">System check, stretching, and fueling went smoothly and left me with leisure before runnerBeth was to arrive to pick me up.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">She had already arranged to carpool with Nick a running buddy of hers whom we would ride with -meeting about 30 minutes along the way</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">-across the mountain in the Clinch Valley.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">We met at the Hansonville Exxon, I was introduced to Nick, we transferred our bags and headed down the valley toward Kentucky</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">with lively running and racing banter and occasional forays into our domestic backgrounds.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I’m in the backseat -not my best mode of travel as mild to moderate motion sickness occasionally rears its putrid green head.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">This morning was just such an occasion.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">As long as the road is fairly straight I’m OK.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">But we missed a turn and drove several miles out of the way before we all concurred things didn’t look right and Nick consulted the map.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">"No problem, here’s a short cut".</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Perhaps it was a short cut on paper.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">As the road wound tighter and deeper into the compound curvatures of the mountain hollers I grew less and less gastronomically stable.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">This was a bad opening for the day, but we finally made it to the registration area parking lot with my all my cookies –but just barely.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">It didn’t subside just because I was on terra firma. Inside the Village Mall I register, strip down to my running garb and hastily return to the fresh air.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I’m only getting on that bus with the barest essentials</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">- A hand held of plain water, salt, IBU, a coat to leave on the bus for the return trip, and a barf bag for the trip up the mountain to the starting line.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Fortunately my cookies were better travelers this go round.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">At the trailhead about 60 or so runners disembark, mark the tree of their choice, and warm-up a few minutes.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Due to the 20 –something degree temps and many of us standing in shorts, the RD fortuitously kept instructions brief and ends with "GO!".</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">With a seemingly endless supply of hills we start up the first one.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Nick in front, Beth toward the middle and me toward the back.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I’m still dizzy but getting some color back in my cheeks.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The hill keeps me honest and prevents my inevitable "finishline start". Most of the pack disappears across the first crest.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The trail is actually a dirt and gravel road near the ridgeline.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">This is really the first cold air of our running season and its taking a sharp, liberal bite into my lungs.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">On the second or third hill, I pass a man who has taken the liberty to walk.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">A mile or two further and no one of the few that are behind me are seen and</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I only infrequently see a lone man nearing the top of the current hill in front of me.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The first water stop is at 4 miles. By now I’ve finally started to warm up. My left foot does not like the strong down hills,</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">which seem to be steeper than the up sides.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I’ve only drunk 10oz probably because of continued queasiness. At about an hour out, I take an S-cap. I figure it will settle my stomach or pump it -no more coddling.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">It settles and my natural ration of dopamine perhaps puts my foot in a better mood too so things generally improve.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">By the water stop at mile 8 I’ve sucked down another 20oz and the overall downhill nature of the course is more dominant.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The vistas are plentiful and serene, but the rutted steep downhills are demanding focus.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">By about mile 10.5 Garmin abruptly stops tracking.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The downhills are longer and steeper. I’ve passed one DNF with a turned ankle.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The runner I’ve been following is losing steam or maybe I’m gaining steam. I catch him, we talk and I get his second year experienced view of what is to come.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I catch another 20oz at the water stop before twelve.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">We come to the end of the unpaved portion and make a sharp left onto a section of two-lane highway.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">He’s on the right -I’m facing traffic and two vehicles approach each other between us.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">The shoulders are only 18"; yikes that’s a little close for comfort. Soon we turn off into Kingdom Come Park on a narrow paved steep hill.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">My goal time for this run was to stay under 3:30. If things went smashingly and the trial was friendly, a stab at breaking 3:00.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">All I had to do was run 11:00 miles 15x and a generous 30 on The Hill to hit 3:16 -a fair compromise.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">At about 12.1 miles my time is 2:11 and we start to walk the hill. My compadre falls behind, and I hunker down for about a mile of 11-12% grade.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I keep pushing and pushing, fairly hard, but not hard enough to keep my HR from falling some. I crest the top in 15 mins at 2:26 with about 3 miles to go.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I have one more short section to walk and it’s mostly downhill from there. Actually, I have a chance to break 3:00. About half a mile out I see a walker ahead,</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">but a pedestrian shouts out something to encourage me. The walker perks up to a brisk jog.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I catch him easily but it could have turned in to a real battle for something like 54th place. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Smile"></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">My run finished on a slight uphill in 2:57:07. (Only 2 or 3 in my AG I think). Beth finished about 2:35ish,</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">a few minutes better than last year (2 AG).</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">And Nick; well Nick won the whole shootin’ match.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">I forgot the exact time but well under 2:00. He competes with wild abandon.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Nick said his nearest competition had caught him at mile 10. They battled the rest of the way.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Last mile, they were elbow to elbow until Nick kicked it about 30m out.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">He said he blacked out at the finish line and hit the ground scrapping his arm.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">That’s wanting it.</span></span><br><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">A DL runner-spectator gave us an early ride back to the Mall.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">We changed, ate some pretty good Mexican food, collected some swag and drove home.</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">They let me ride in the front seat.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">Thanks for reading,</span></span><br><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';">JJJ</span></span>