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Hennepin Hundred: Ultra Virgin No More. . .

In October 2018, I experienced my first opportunity to run a 100 mile race which was a goal I set about a year prior: It had been in the back of my mind for awhile at least since years prior when I read Ultramarathon Man By Dean Karnazes and Born to Run by Christopher McDougall.  My ultramarathon friend, Charles also played a part in encouraging and influencing me to this goal. This was going to be one of the best moments of my life and I had worked hard to get here after a long preparation, more about that in another blog.

We arrived at the Hennepin Hundred packet pick-up in Colona, Illinois on Friday evening.  When we first got out of our Jeep we met Scott, a runner from Michigan who was also running the 100 miler.  We chatted about our race plans which helped to make me feel better as it was apparent he was also having some anxiety about our big task ahead. Feeling a little anxious, me and my crew (My husband, Derek, son, Riley and friend, Jenny) walked in for packet pick up.  From the start of this experience to the finish I met so many amazing people. It was nice to share some comradery with others who were maybe just as crazy and obsessed with running as me. Could it be a whole room of runners just like me? Did I actually find a crowd that I fit in with? I picked up all my race bling and then it was time to listen to the presenters.  We sat by a couple of male runners, who were either trying to scare me to death or really trying to help me by giving me last minute wisdom before my long excursion whichever it was they had me a little rattled. Before the presentation, they offered pre-race photos. I think this was so they had at least one last momento of us in case we didn’t make it back alive. Then the moment I had been waiting for Ann Trason, ultrarunning legend presented: This was one of the reasons I selected this particular 100 mile race. Ann has 14 Western States wins, 20 world records, and was featured in Born To Run.  Scott Kummer from Ten Junk Miles Podcast also added some comic relief for the night.  I couldn’t wait to arrive at his aid station with the disco ball(more on this later).  Michele Hartwig, well known Hennepin Race Director shared all the safety information and course updates.  The finish was being re-routed due to flooding on the Mississippi River. I tried to ignore that perhaps the flooding was a sign, I shouldn’t be running a 100 mile race!  We received an email stating, “The Mississippi River is at FLOOD ZONE, and our 100 mile/50k finish line is in a FLASH FLOOD warning. For that reason the safety folks in Henry County are helping us to change our finish line location to keep everyone safe.”

Race morning: I was out of my mind with excitement.   The weather was perfect on race morning, better than had been forecasted as rain was predicted.  The temperature was around 40 degrees at race start. We parked and walked to the starting line: really we had to walk a ½ mile? and then run 100 more.  I stepped up to the starting line, while my crew supported me with pictures and words of encouragement. Standing on the line, I told myself it is just 100 -1 mile repeats, I’ve got this.  I had the security of knowing I had the best pit crew ever to support me. I knew they would take care of my every need; even ones I hadn’t even considered. Derek has led and crewed me through countless races, training runs and life.  He knows how to support me, when to push me and is my number one fan; honestly I wouldn’t have the confidence to even attempt a run this far without his support. Riley is my son and great friend, he has the best personality with a sense of humor, unbelievable positive energy, and very caring.  I have been supporting his passion for running for years and now it was his turn to be able to support me and give back. Jenny is one of my best friend’s, we met about a year ago in our running club, even though we’ve only known each other a short time it seems like we have been lifelong friends.  I knew she would be able to give me tough love when I needed it and she had been a training partner with me. I had seen this start line numerous times as I had watched clips on Youtube to prepare myself and played over and over in my mind as I had prepared myself for this day. I was dressed for the current weather and had gear packed for just in case because there was a possibility of rain that day and cooler temperatures for the evening.  I was geared up in my Adidas compression shorts, Brooks sports bra, Nike tank, Garmin 935, Smartwool socks, AfterShokz Trekz wireless headphones, and Nathan vest with a slathering of Squirrel Nut Butter over every possible piece of skin and my clothing to prevent chafing.

It was go-time! I started off at a controlled pace, reminding myself I needed to hold back and keep my goal pace which at this point was sub 9:30 mile pace. In the back of my mind I had five lofty goals: one to finish, this was my first 100 miler; a year previous I ran 68 miles at Bad Apple 12 hour Ultra, but I’ll tell that story another time, second was to finish under 30 hours to get that coveted belt buckle, every ultrarunners dream, third was to finish under 24 hours because the buckle is even BIGGER, fourth sub 20 hours which was the sticky note hanging on my mirror that I stared at daily as a reminder, and my final goal which was a bit out of reach and high, but I couldn’t help but also dream of the course record 16 hours 40 minutes.  

The start was easy and the pace seemed just right as I started chatting with runners around me and realizing this was going to be one of the best days of my life.  I was prepared to support myself as needed, but also ran with ease knowing my crew had my back. Tucked into my vest pocket, was a well developed course map with aid stations along with mileage and time goals for each aid station.  I knew that I had to make the first 50 miles solo then the final half would be split among my crew: Derek, Riley, Jenny and maybe my friend, Teddy who was coaching a cross country meet and was up in the air if he would make it. Along with my crew, I had the pride of knowing that I had a whole team of friends and family supporting me on the sidelines back home through texts and updates on Facebook.  I ran through the first couple aid stations feeling strong while I was sipping my Tailwind and keeping a steady flow like an IV. I met, Aaron, an athletic trainer from Chicago who was also running the 100 near the beginning of the race and we ran a few miles together. Aaron shared that he had plans to run the Chicago Marathon the very next morning and had a big line up the next couple of weeks with hundreds and marathon pacing.  I ran along and conversed with a few others then I got past the 10 mile mark, I noticed a couple of ladies walking ahead. As I got closer, I realized it was Ann Trason and her pacer. I was so excited. I shouted out and asked if I could get a quick selfie with her. She obliged and told me I looked strong: I ran on feeling inspired and ready to tackle whatever may lay ahead of me on my hundred mile journey. Later after the race, Ann friended me on Facebook and I am able to track her journey as she works toward her goal of completing an ultramarathon walking in every state.  At this point,I told myself okay now I only have 9 -10 mile repeats left.

I saw my crew and stopped at the third aid station to use the restroom, refresh my Tailwind supply and I was off.  I ran by a  runner, Daniel who was a teacher from Chicago, he asked how he had gotten ahead of me (I had stopped at the aid station) and shared that I was his target the entire time and was trying to catch up with me.  We ran together for a while and I gave him some nutrition advice encouraging him to be sure to stay hydrated and get his nutrition from the Tailwind being provided at all of the aid stations. I remember him telling me I was many levels above him.  I shared the difference in buckle size with him if he finished under 30 hours or under 24 hours. He was inspired to finish sub 24 hours! After the race, he followed me on instagram and posted a comment, “ I told you, you were a million levels ahead of me”.  Postrace looked up his finish time and was so happy to see that bit of inspiration I offered hopefully paid off as he finished under the 24 hour mark.

I ran on through a few more aid stations and met some runners along the way to share some stories with. This made the miles seem to fly by.  The trail was mostly paved with some crushed stone. We ran along the Hennepin Canal the whole way, prior to the race Derek and Riley calculated if they could crew me by kayaking the canal the entire 100 miles, well it was decided I would have beat them so on to plan B, they would meet me at the aid stations they were allowed to although kayaking along would have probably been more fun.  I caught my crew again at aid stations 7-9. When I arrived at nine, which I was about 43 miles in, I was feeling an unbelievable runner’s high. I remember running up to my crew shouting, “Coming in Hot!” My crew cracked up because little did I know this happened to be the aid station, titled MILF and ended up being a fitting phrase. My crew was prepared with all my needs: they provided leg massages, fruit, Coke, refreshed my Tailwind, Tylenol, crackers, cheese, meat, anything I needed.  I was excited to get some hot bacon and keep running.

I felt like I had been running some time, wasn’t sure if I was still on the right course because it seemed like hours since I had seen anyone, and was getting a little mentally beat down when I came to a bridge and I knew when I saw the glittery disco ball that I was at Ten Junk Miles “No Drop” aid station ( at the pre-race meeting Scott Kumer emphasized that he had the no drop station and that meant no one could drop at his station. He told that if asked he would send runners to the previous station to drop or the next one).  I jumped up to the ball and ran over to my crew. I sought out Scott Kummer to beckon him to let me drop. He immediately said yes and yelled to the race director, “Michele we have a drop”. He then said to me I only said yes because I knew you were messing with me. I was off again and heading for the 50 mile mark. I knew after I hit the 50 mile mark, I would have some company.

Jenny was my first pacer.  I was starting to feel some discomfort in my left hamstring ( I had been struggling with hamstring tightness towards the end of my training) so my 8 miles with Jenny was a bit tough. It was helpful that I was starting to see some people with an out and back turn around: This gave me some motivation.   When I hit the halfway mark It was exciting and a little overwhelming to think I needed to do it again. My splits from my first 25 miles to my second were nearly even. I was on pace to meet my goal of sub 20 hours and possibly near 18.

At the next aid station, my crew rubbed eucalyptus oil on my hamstring to give me some relief and I took some Tylenol( this would continue throughout the race to the place where at one point I was begging for more Tylenol.)  My crew had told me no, I was desperate so Derek used the phone a friend option and called my niece who is a nurse practitioner for advice. She gave instructions and approval for more Tylenol and became my savior at that point in the race.  I used the roller, restroom and was ready to run! This aid station was supported by Ornery Mule Racing which I met one of the volunteers the night before at packet pickup, Antonio who happened to be from Michigan.  

Derek joined me on this leg and I was pushing him every step. About a ½ mile in, I was having some difficulty moving my leg so I laid along the trail while Derek stretched and massaged my hamstring. This gave me some relief and next thing he knew he was struggling to keep up. He ran 3 miles at my side.  The plan pace was 9:30 and we hit 7:30 pace. At the next aid station, he grabbed me a piece of bacon and I was off with Riley by my side.

Riley was wearing his University of Michigan singlet and runners were cheering “Go Blue.”  We were meeting runners on the out and back and I was coming to the realization I was in first place for females.    Prior to this it was difficult to determine place as there were a few races going on: 100 mile, 50 mile and a relay. Runners were cheering and encouraging me on with chants, claps and bows.   I saw some of the runners that I had met at packet pick up which was both fun and exciting to see someone I recognized. I came back through the Ten Junk Miles aid station, this time they had music playing, a pig roasted and ready.  I joined my crew while they lathered my legs with eucalyptus and we sang “Don’t Stop Believing”. Aid station workers were attentive to runner’s needs, one worker came and listed off all the choices: I requested some warm vegetable broth.  This was the perfect decision at this time in the race as it gave me a pick me up.

Jenny took the next leg which was a monumental moment for me as I passed my personal record distance of 68 miles.  We celebrated and ran on. At about 70 miles, I crossed a road and ran down an incline, I noticed a sharp, burning pain on the inside of my right leg near by knee.  I stopped and told Jenny. My leg was burning and I wondered it if was okay, but I decided to move on. It was getting near dark and we realized we didn’t have our headlamps, we picked up the pace to the next aid station.

Riley joined me for the next leg.  We positioned our headlamps and took off down the trail.  My phone had died and I no longer had music so he quickly pulled out his music and we sang together on the trail. We listened to an eclectic range of music from old country, rock to rap anything to keep my mind off the pain.  Looking back at my most played songs during the run was “Hotel Key” by Old Dominon and “Magic in the Hamptons” by Social House. We were mostly alone at this point. Darkness had set in and I was pushing into mile 80. I was getting tired and sore. This is when I hit my darkest moment on the trail, I started to cry and Riley asked if I needed a hug and that I did. We stood hugging in the dark on that lonely trail with less than 20 miles to go which seemed like forever.  I started moving again and went between jog and walking as my left hamstring, my right inside of my knee and right IT Band were aching. I was pushing my body and mind further than I ever had. The night was dark, damp and starting to get chilly. I would get cold after stops and need to add extra gear, but once I got going, I would shed  my running sleeves and gloves. The aid stops got longer, harder to get moving. Aid stations had a smorgasbord of foods from Tailwind, pancakes, bacon, pickles to cookies, Coke and s’mores.  Volunteers were very friendly and accommodating throughout the entire course. I begged for Riley to stay with me through the next aid station which turned out to be two stations since there was no crews allowed at the next one.

Late in the night, Riley and I came to a station where we had to wake the volunteer, but they were ready and willing to support. Looking back my nutrition and hydration were starting to falter at this point, but I was too fatigued and maybe a little delirious to know.  I was still leading for women when I got to aid station 18. I was hurting and tired: Didn’t think I could go on running. I used the porta-potty slowly, fueled up, rolled, and stretched. My friend, Teddy was there to help me for the next section. He was excited and ready after his 6 hour long drive to come to support me.  I was just coming out of the porta-potty when Teddy yelled top female just went by, she was flying and looked strong. I told him it was okay because I was done. I apologized and let him know that I would be walking the rest of the way. It was dark, cold and rainy and my legs were desperately hurting. I had made it this far and I knew I could finish, but I wasn’t sure it would be running.  We started walking together in the rain and quite some time had passed, Teddy was patient and listened then he started telling me stories of his cross country meet. I remember him starting to mimic a jog a little and saying can you do this and some how some way I started jogging again. The next aid station was 6 miles away which in the darkness it seemed like an eternity away. I kept pushing along and then we started to see runners. I was picking up the pace while Teddy whispered encouragement and used hand signals to motivate me.  We came across a couple ladies that were walking and at first I thought we caught the top lady, but it wasn’t. That took the wind out of my sails a bit, but we kept pushing onward. We started seeing more headlamps and I kept picking up pace now what was 10 minute pace perceived effort( most of my miles prior to mile 80 was under 9:30 pace) was more like 6 minute pace. I was trying not to think about pace and thinking the phrase relentless forward progress (a book I also read prior to my race). I’ve got this. I have made it this far.  I set a new PR and with each step I take another PR I set. I can do this. We came across a couple more ladies and I asked which race they were in. They said they were just out walking the trail. Teddy and I didn’t believe they were just walking the trail this late at night or early in the morning (I really had lost all track of time. I was more focusing on my finish time than the actual time), we ran on past. After we got a ways ahead, I needed a walk break. Teddy had me shut off my headlamp which he kept moving to make it appear that I was still running. He didn’t want the ladies to see they had the advantage on me. I started running again and just hoping I would see a light in the distance that would be the next aid station. Finally we saw lights and I was so excited, we had almost made it six miles, but as we neared it was apparent that it wasn’t an aid station, instead my pit crew.  Derek came because he thought it was time to pull me from the race. The last time he saw me he heard me say I was walking the rest of the race: He calculated my ending time and decided it was time to pull the plug only to his surprise when he saw me I was running. I kept running and catching more runners in the last 13 miles I passed at least 7 runners. At the final aid station, I told Teddy I am not stopping I need to run through or I won’t be able to get going, he called ahead and let the crew know. Derek ran up in the steady rain with a hot grilled cheese sandwich. I took the sandwich, but wasn’t able to eat it. Finally there was the lead female runner, Teddy motioned and whispered, Teddy moved to my right so he could conceal me in the darkness. I passed her and then she realized what happened. She surged back up to me and we ran side by side which seemed like forever. Teddy was silently encouraging me and trying to give me strength.  Finally she went and I didn’t have anymore. I was three miles from the finish line. Could I make it? Could I finish this race? Then she disappeared out of sight. Was she that far ahead or did she turn off her light? I pushed on. Teddy told me the choice was mine to catch her or not. I had made the decision ten miles back to walk and now I was running: I caught back up to her and passed her, I was done. My tank was empty, but I realized that I was still going to make my goal of sub 20 hours which gave me hope and energy.

I finished feeling as strong as I could after running my first 100 miler.  Derek, Teddy and Riley ran me in while Jenny stood near the finish line cheering me on.  My finish time was 19 hours 34 minutes. I did it: I was strong and finished my first 100 mile race.   It was an amazing feat. I was second place female by less than 5 minutes and ninth overall. I received a beautiful trophy, uniquely designed belt buckle, a beautiful finishers flannel and an awesome Ultra Virgin No More shirt (which I wear with pride). Most importantly I achieved my goal and  I met many amazing people along the way that have friended me on Facebook, we keep in touch and support each other. This just solidifies to me what an amazing community the ultra running community is. Runners are unbelievably supportive out on the course: we are all running together from the elites to the first time ultra virgins, the only noticeable difference is pace. Could I have done it faster?  What could I have done differently?  These are the questions, that have lingered and still do until I finish my next 100 miler.  What adjustments will I make? I will find the answer out soon enough: I am signed up to run Tunnel Hill 2019.  My first 100 mile race and I made it in the Top 100 – Mile Women for 2018 in the Ultrarunning Magazine, February 2019.  Can I move up to top 20 in 2019?  Only time will tell. . .

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Learning from a 24 hour Ultra-Every Race is a Learning Opportunity to Carry Forward

Over about a six month span starting in December 2020 just shortly after I retired from a long career in special education, I started delving into competing at 24 hour track events. I had longed to run one for a few years after binge watching Zach Bitter set a World Record at Six Days in the Dome and Camille Herron set her World Record at Desert Solstice. The events intrigued me and I thought to myself that I needed to qualify to run these races. So after winning Tunnel Hill 2019, my finish time was enough to qualify for Desert Solstice. I received an invitation from Aravaipa in late October to compete at Desert Solstice in Phoenix, Arizona.

After receiving the invitation, I started to focus my training on the event. I was able to spend some time on the track, but not much. We decided to drive to Phoenix as we were still in the thick of COVID19.  We converted our Jeep Grand Cherokee TrailHawk so we could stay in it and packed our food. We went a couple weeks early to account for the travel and to sightsee along the way.

I discovered Sarah Moore, a stand out Michigan runner, was running Desert Solstice so I reached out to her and we connected. On the day of the race I met Sarah and another awesome Michigan Runner, Ashley Truan. It was cool to have three female Michigan runners representing at Desert Solstice. 

On the morning of the event, I was so excited to have the honor to be running with such an elite field. Zach Bitter was there attempting a World Record and Marisa Lizak also going for a record among other amazing athletes. What is so awesome about the track 24 hour ultras is you get to watch the other participants. It is different from other ultras where you break away and don’t see anyone for extended periods of time. The ultra community is so supportive of one another. All throughout the day and night runners are encouraging each other. Zach was going for a World Record, but took time to encourage me every time he lapped me (which was too many to count). Marisa –who won the event –was so supportive with encouraging words. Nicole Bitter on the sideline cheered me on many laps as well.

My day started off strong. The track event being new to me came with many unknowns. This was also the first time I had run in an arid climate.  My first 50 miles went pretty well. I was hitting my targets and feeling good despite a few lows getting there. This is something I am accustomed to with running ultras. It is a roller coaster. I remember hitting a low and going past Sarah Moore she said, “Ride the wave baby you will be coming back up”. That is a statement I have carried through my next two 24 hour events. Around mile 50 I started experiencing some tightness in my adductors which eventually moved to my calf. I had little muscle knots which caused me to lose time stopping for massage and stretching. I was lucky enough to meet Erin Dial as she was crewing the runner right next to my tent. Erin is coincidentally a massage therapist. I wouldn’t have made it through without her support.  With Derek–my crew chief– and Erin’s support I was able to make it through.  Later we decided the muscle issues likely came from  dehydration. Running in the arid temps, the dehydration can sneak up on you.  As the day went on and my pain continued I persisted through 100 miles. I continued until about 20 hours where I stopped with 103 miles. I was feeling light-headed and low on my nutrition and decided to stop and rest. This turned into a bad idea as it was cool in the night and my legs tightened. I finished 3rd place overall female for the 24 hour race.

I walked away from Desert Solstice feeling a hunger to go back for more. I learned from my fueling and hydration mistakes and the mental games that came from a track event. It is both convenient and a curse to see your aid and crew every 400 meters. It makes it easy to support with nutrition, hydration and any other possible needs, but the temptation to stop too frequently also draws you in.  

I recovered quicker than ever after the race so I decided I would look for another opportunity. I was already signed up for Six Days in the Dome 24 hour race as it was a roll over from 2020 when it was canceled. I wanted another opportunity at a 24 hour event before running Six Days in the Dome.

I took about a week of somewhat down time and then started ramping my training back up.  

I signed up for the Alexander 24 hour race in North Carolina in May. This gave me a new goal. I felt strong through my training block. I reflected on my race at Desert Solstice and adapted my race strategy including my nutrition and hydration. I feel every race is a learning opportunity to carry forward so I took what I learned and was ready to execute it.

Derek and I traveled to North Carolina for the race. I went feeling strong and well prepared. I was excited for the last chance to qualify for the USATF24 hour team.  I went in with high goals and a new plan. The day started off great. My tent was right next to Whitney Richman so we started the day off chatting and ran some laps near each other. It was fun getting to know her. My first 20 miles I felt strong, but then I was dealing with some dehydration issues. I went to the restroom and discovered my urine was the color of cola and I thought this is way too early in a 24 hour to have urine that color. We started increasing my hydration and balancing my electrolyte intake. At one point, I laid in pain on the infield of the track thinking I was done. My body ached.  But I wasn’t ready to quit so I pushed on: then I started getting muscle cramps in my calves, then my hip, then my stomach. I was getting a bit concerned and I kept stopping so it didn’t go into a full blown charlie horse. As I was babying my cramps, I heard another runner screaming in pain and writhing alongside the track. Bob also was dehydrated and was experiencing a severe charlie horse.  I didn’t want this to happen as it could take me out of the race.  Luckily Derek worked to get me back on track with fluids and electrolytes. I was able to pull it together. My friend Kim Murray came and brought me some gummy bears which gave me a little boost of energy. It is always great to have some support especially when you start hitting a low.

The day was hot and the sun was brutally blaring down on us with no sun coverage for most of the day. Other runners struggled with the same dehydration issues. Some dropped and some continued on. I met Vicktoria Brown from Canada and watched her set a Canadian record that day.  It’s a fine balancing act during these long races to take in the right amount of nutrition and hydration. Too little or too much can leave you in a challenging situation.  I pushed through the race to about the 23 hour mark where I started feeling a bit under the weather and decided to stop. I finished Alexander County 24 hour first overall female.  

Again, I recovered quickly from the race. By day two I summited a mountain. I easily started putting miles in that week. I hiked and ran and then quickly increased my volume. I was able to get in a solid training block with only 7 weeks to the next race. 

Next up was Six Days in the Dome 24 hour. Six Days in the Dome is at the Pettit National Ice Center. There is a three lane track that runs around an ice rink. My race started on day two. When I got to the track, there were people finishing the day one 24 hour and people continuing with day two of a 48 hour race. Again I was at the track in great company of many elite runners. Marisa Lisak and Olivier Leblond were on day two of the 48 hour race both attempting records. Taggart VanEtten was starting the 24 hour race with me and attempting to break the 100 mile World Record.

Again the day started solid.  My friend Charles’ advice is to hit 50 feeling fresh and I did. In fact, I shouted to Derek to text him that I hit 50 feeling fresh. I was taking in my Gnarly nutrition and hydration on point. My friend Anna Bluma and her daughter came, which renewed my spirits. It was fun having someone I knew there supporting me. Other runners from the Ornery Mule Racing community were also there and cheering as I ran by.

It was exciting to watch Taggart as he weaved in and out of runners. I could hear him coming and would try to tuck in so he could get by easily. We joked as he passed me. 

Earlier on race week I had some GI issues and chalked it up to race day nerves. Throughout the race, I felt discomfort and around mile 70 I started getting some sharp cramping which caused me to stop a few times. Megan Veldkamp came to help crew me. She was awesome, staying calm and trying to get me through some struggles. She did rate me as grumpy at one of my aid stops, but overall she said I was in good spirits. Who knew I was getting graded?  Eventually, I went to the medic because of the stomach pains. He did some massage on my stomach and next thing I knew I was spending most of my time running from port a potty to port a potty and let me tell you those things were nasty. 

I insisted on continuing to at least 100 miles. Derek wanted me to quit, but I wasn’t done yet. I had a solid race. However, I was down to a walk at mile 85 with my GI issues.  Another runner, Angie Darbyson and I went several laps near each other as she was working towards qualifying for the Canadian 24 hour team. I ended up finishing 3rd overall female for the 24 hour race.  It was the longest 15 miles of my life, but I am glad I persisted! Texts and calls from friends and family got me through some tough spots that day. It’s always nice to hear some of the comments from supporters and words of encouragement when things get tough!  As the night went on I may have been seen on the video footage making silly faces or waving to my fans. 

There is something addicting to me about these 24 hour track events. What do I think about, people ask? Isn’t it boring? Why would you want to run on a track for 24 hours?  The thing is I just run and run and don’t think. It is the best feeling to be out there all day running surrounded by others who share the same passion. I get lost in the moment and lose all concept of the time of day. I only know the hour that I am in.  I love the challenge of running against time!

What’s next you ask?  I am asking myself the same thing. After completing 3 100+ mile races in about 6 months, I decided it was time for my body and mind to take some downtime. I’m letting myself recover so I can come back stronger. I’m changing up my training:spending more time on trails and strength training. I am speeding my recovering with having massages from Tri-Covery Massage & Flexibility and chiropractic care at Duncan Chiropractic. I still have big goals and dreams to chase. While I placed at all three events, I haven’t settled. I am stronger: I can do better.

For now I will work to encourage and inspire others through my own running and coaching: recently a friend shared a story with my husband. She went to work and her co-worker handed her the local newspaper with an article about my running. She said this is my inspiration. It is a small world as my friend told her co-worker, “Loretta.  I know her. “

 

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Ornery Mule Racing Coach- A New Journey!

As many of you know, I pretty much live, eat and breathe running.  I am excited to announce that I am now part of the Ornery Mule Racing Coaching Team!  When I saw that Ornery Mule Racing was starting a coaching program, I knew it was the right fit for me. I met Michele Hartwig, owner of Ornery Mule Racing when I ran my first hundred mile race, Hennepin Hundred. Michele made me feel like family from the beginning.  Her attention to detail, love for the sport and care of the participants, made me know that this is the team I wanted to be a part of! I reached out to Michele and I was honored as she  welcomed me as one of the coaches. 

This was perfect timing as I recently went through RRCA (Road Runner Club of America) coaching certification.  I am excited to share my love and passion for running with others. I have learned so much through the years through my personal experiences with running track distances through the 100 mile run. These lessons have taught me so much that I carry forward and love to spread my knowledge. My experience coaching children through adults will assist me in my new remote coaching journey.  Additionally, my life long career in education and educational leadership, has given me tools to be a supportive, collaborative coach! I am looking forward to this new journey and chapter in my running career. Please see the link to Ornery Mule Racing Coaching team if you are interested in a running coach who will support you through YOUR journey! We have an amazing team of coaches with a variety of experiences and backgrounds who are all ready to support you!I 

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Rest, Recovery, and Nutrition

It’s been a long time since I have made a post!  I have spent the last couple of months recovering from Tunnel Hill.  I took the first couple weeks off and just let my body rest. I started with new coaches, Camille Herron and Conor Holt to gain new perspectives and strategies.  As I started off the first few weeks with them, I started getting some little niggles which caused me to take a bit more rest than I would have liked. I spent a good part of January listening to my body and letting my body heal. Which is not easy to do listen to your body while dealing with your mind nagging you that you need to run.  Running is such an integral part of my life and my mental health. It’s funny how many more hours in the day you have when they aren’t committed to running.  

While I wasn’t running, I spent time focusing on my nutrition and my recovery so I wasn’t making myself crazy thinking about not running. Nutrition is something I knew I really needed to improve and focus on to move me to the next level.  I consulted with a dietician who is helping me to get on track to be sure I am getting in the calories and nutrients that I need. I tend to live in a calorie deficit. So I am learning to pack more snacks and trying to fuel my body more frequently with well balanced choices and making sure to fuel before and after my runs. It’s hard to believe how much of a difference this makes.  I’m feeling great with more energy!  

I have also been experimenting with a variety of race and recovery fuels and hydration. I’ve found some products I am anxious to put to the test once I get into my peak mileage and races.  I tried UnTapped Salted Raspberry, Saturday on my long run. It was delicious!  I was looking for something with a more liquid texture than gel that would be easy for me to digest.  This was perfect for that. I also struggle a bit making sure to stay hydrated so I have been trying Liquid IV. I love the taste of passion fruit and it’s helping me to keep my hydration up!  I am also trying out cherry juice by Cherry Bay Orchards.  I am using this to aid in my recovery.  I will keep you posted on how these products work as I move through my training plan! The journey to elite is a learning experienc

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This Run Powered by Hops by UCR crew member, Jeff Hickman

 

My life as a pacer all started with a group message from fellow pacer Christine asking any and all to join in.  I thought it sounded fun, I had a rare open weekend on the calendar, and of course wanted to help out my running group friend Loretta in her quest to do something I could never accomplish myself.

I headed out Friday morning with my GPS aimed towards Tunnel Hill.  However it got confused by my choice of routing through Chicago. Surely it hadn’t forgotten I like good beer and my favorite regional brewery, Goose Island, was needing my company.  It is stout season after all. I arrived at the lakefront VRBO later in the evening, but missed Loretta as she had already turned in for the night. I guess she had some big run to do the next day or something.  So I followed suit shortly thereafter, plopping myself on one of the living room couches. I didn’t sleep much, if any, that night.  

We woke up at 5:30am on Saturday to begin the big day.  I was wondering what I got myself into. Why am I getting up this early?  We quickly gathered up our things for the day (IE threw everything I brought back into the car) and headed out to the race starting line.  Loretta seemed very chipper and full of energy. All I could think is “I’ll have whatever she just had.” Before we knew it the national anthem was playing and the ultra crazies were off!

I played navigator role sitting shotgun, guiding Derek to the various aid station stops that Loretta had all nicely mapped out in a spreadsheet timed about an hour apart.  Christine and Madde were in the back seat. It very much reminded me of the point-to-point game like Ragnar, having just running Michigan Road a couple months prior. You just have to make sure you are there before your runner.  Sometimes this doesn’t always happen. Ask me how I know. Anyway, we bounced around southern Illinois for most of the day, providing the aid that Loretta had again all mapped out. Time was quickly flying by. We eventually made our way to the infamous tunnel for which the trail got its name.  Teddy joined the group at this point. I took the time for a photo op in the tunnel as I could. I knew we would be back there again later in the race, but under darkness at that point.

As the day progressed we monitored Loretta’s pace as well as her overall placement.  She was knocking off her competitors one by one. One question on my mind as Loretta really did not know where she stood…at what point do we tell her?  The opportunity came at one of the aid stops just past the halfway point in the race, around mile 55. I asked Loretta if she knew where she stood. She said “no”.  I pointed down the trail to a woman still in eyesight. I said “that’s the leader….go get her and don’t look back.” Off she went. And soon after another competitor was picked off.  Our next task as crew was to determine if Loretta wanted pacers and how the five of us divide it up. Christine developed a plan that gave us each a leg of the race that fit our needs.  I was first so I geared up in my running clothes as the sun was setting. We gave Loretta a notice at mile 65 that a pacer could join her at the next stop. Her reply….”I feel awesome and I’m finishing this bitch on my own.  And I want a beer at the end.” So we put our pacing plans on hold for another leg. We were next approaching the final pass-through the start/finish area. It was not marked as a stop that Loretta wanted aid, but we collectively as crew decided to stop anyway.  It was good we did. Camille Herron, the current 100 mile world record holder, was hanging out with fellow runners and spectators. She was pointed out to me since I don’t follow the Ultra crowd. I had no idea who she was. But of course I was starstruck. Several of us got our pictures with her and a thought crossed my mind.  I knew Loretta was due into the stop at any minute. I approached Camille and told her the lead female was due in soon. “Give her some encouraging words.” I was overheard by the announcer so his ears perked up. Within seconds we see Loretta charging in. She got a quick hug from Camille, did a 10 second interview with the announcer, and off she went for the final out-and-back.  It was at the next stop, Shelby Road, where Loretta decided she would take a pacer. It was getting cold, dark, and fewer and fewer fellow runners on the trail. There aren’t many at the front of the pack. Even though this wasn’t our plan, I was the closest that was run ready so I borrowed Derek’s light and off I went with her. I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before. What am I supposed to do?  Just a few moments ago I was eating M&M’s and now I’m helping pace. Did I mention I’m running with the female race leader? I proudly boasted that fact a couple times as we approached other runners. We knew from the previous stop that Loretta had a fairly comfortable lead. I decided to stay a couple steps behind Loretta, letting her dictate pace. Being fresh, I didn’t want to pull her out of her comfort zone.  But yet I had to keep her moving, and help her stretch as she needed it. At this point…just keep moving and finish. You’ve got this! I kept her company, talking some, but also enjoying my run as well. I kept thinking the scenery would be beautiful, I just wish I could see it. At one point I found some eyeballs glowing just off trail. It was a nice little buck spectating the race. And then….the tunnel! I got to run through the tunnel in the dark!  So awesome! As we approached the end of my leg, I asked what she needed so I could text ahead to the crew. One thing caught me off guard….she asked if I could continue for the next leg because she wanted to run with me. I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad taking the spot of someone else who also made the trip to run with her as well. I contemplated faking an injury so someone else could run. But in the end I decided that this was her race and her request.  I felt honored to continue. I’m sorry Teddy!  

 

We made it to the final north turnaround and started back for the home stretch.  Every person we encountered we were trying to determine who was running the 50 and who was running the 100.  Most of the 50 miler’s were walking at this point. We encountered a few males who were running strong. “That’s a 100 miler.”  Then we came face-to-face with another woman running pretty strong. Woah! Who is that and where did she come from? That was number 2 woman in the 100 for sure.  I’m doing the math and figure she’s 2-3 miles behind Loretta. I changed my tactic a little and pulled a couple steps ahead of Loretta to help pull her a bit, but still stayed within her comfortable range.  But seeing number 2 gave her motivation to keep on moving. That was in fact Lindsay Phenix who ended up finishing second.  

As we pulled into the next aid station I relinquished my pacing duties to Christine.  And then Madde brought her home to the finish line. My Garmin had died prior to even running so I really had no concept of time or distance ran.  But I checked the mat times and I was out there around 2.5 hours. That was the quickest 2.5 hour run ever! It flew right by. I was honored to run with the champ!

As the race finished, Loretta wanted to get back to the cottage quickly to recover and relax.  It was nearly 1am at this point. She had been running for over 17 hours. I can’t even fathom that!  And she was the fast one! Other racers would be still out running into the next day. It’s unbelievable that people can do that!  Once back at the house we all sat around, told stories, and had that beer (or 2) that Loretta requested. Before we knew it the time was approaching 3:30am.  We had all been up for 22 hours, but it felt more like 12. No naps, minimal food, all supporting our running friend. Seeing Loretta with her crystal trophy made it all worth it.

The next morning some of the group did a short run.  We all went for a good group breakfast and parted ways back home to Michigan.  Again my GPS seemed confused as I instead aimed towards St. Louis and Perennial Artisan Ales.  I’m seeing a trend here. Silly GPS. It should know that I like turning 8 hour drives into 10 hour drives.              

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Cocoa Wheats, Crewing and Chicken Noodle Soup by Madde Horn

“This is the breakfast of champions,” my mom said, pointing to her microwaved bowl of cocoa wheats. It was around 5:30 am. In an hour and a half, the Tunnel Hill Ultra Marathon would begin. 

In the car she didn’t want questions. She didn’t want music. I think she just wanted to run: to move her legs and go (the previous day I had to discourage her from running too much on her pre-race shake out.

At 7 am, the race began and she went off with a smile. The rest of the day went by in a blur–for me and, I imagine, for her as well. We went to many stops (she was smiling nearly every time); we took a lot of pictures, recorded her splits, and were always ready with water and, occasionally, goldfish. 

I remember one of the other crew members mentioning we should be thankful that she was so fast, because we were all exhausted just from crewing that long.

In the chaos that is inherent to crewing an ultra, the day passed by quickly. Around mile 80 she began running with pacers, it was also around this time I could see the exhaustion hitting hard. “Is there bacon?” she asked groggily at a stop to which someone laughed and responded: “you’re at an ultra, of course there is bacon!” Yes, I knew before that running 100 miles was absurd, but it was then that I truly saw how much it challenged the body to its limits.

It was the last 3.9 miles that I got a chance to run along side my mom. Everything she had left was going into this last stretch of the race. Occasionally she had to walk a few steps and apologized (unnecessarily) to me each time. I told her that everyone was leaving her comments on the race tracking page and about the texts my friends were sending me about her. I texted the crew to have a bowl of chicken noodle soup ready (her favorite which the race luckily had available). For a while we didn’t talk, but then the finish popped up on us: she crossed the line and she got her soup (and a trophy too).

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Crewing Ultra Crazy Runner, Loretta Tobolske-Horn at Tunnel Hill by Derek Horn

Crewing Loretta at Tunnel Hill 100 was incredible! The field was packed with elite talented Ultra Runners, and Loretta had worked so incredibly hard and focused for a good part of a year to be in position to best them all!
 
The Crew/Pacers-
 
Crewing a hundred mile ultra can be a bit challenging but we had a great group that was up to the task!
 
Long time friend Teddy Foote, who has earned the nickname “The Loretta Whisperer” for slowly talking her back into a running pace from a walk at the eighty mile mark at Hennepin last year. Nearly helped her to a win as Loretta and the eventual winner traded the lead back and forth in the last miles of the race.
 
Chris Heckler, Talented runner herself looking to break into the Ultra scene competitively.
 
Jeff Hickman, Jeff just recently found out he had a natural running ability when he out paced his date in the spur of the moment half marathon. Also known for providing jello shots and fireball on training runs.
 
Chris and Jeff part of Loretta’s excellent running pace group from Running Lab in Brighton Michigan, ran hundreds of miles with her in training.
 
Maddelynn Horn, our awesome daughter was able to take a break from her psychology studies at U of M to help out. She has really stepped up her running in the last year on the M-Run club team. and is working towards her first marathon. This summer she joined Loretta on their first long run together, ending with her beating her mom the last mile with a campus kick!
 
Myself, co-conspirator of 28 years and fellow empty nester. Not a natural runner but able to barely keep up on short segments. At Hennepin I joined her at the fifty mile mark for 3 miles @ 9ish minute pace. A mile in to my segment we stopped to stretch her hamstring. She then decided that we needed to make up lost time with some 7:30 pace! I was about ready to drop dead when the next aid station came into sight. Loretta told me she wanted bacon and coke as we ran up. All the camera caught was me about dying and quickly getting bacon and Coke after running only three miles! It’s for my wife, really! After she got a quick stretch in she took off strong with her new pacer, as I finished her bacon and coke!
 
As a crew when not pacing our job was to try to anticipate Loretta’s needs without asking too many questions and get her a fresh bottle of tailwind about every hour as aid stations allowed. This sometimes resulted in cups of unwanted snacks getting thrown back at us, lol, (sorry Chris). Loretta’s aid station stops were extremely efficient! Most were non stop handing off of supplies while in motion. She came thru surprising fast and always smiling.
 
Our crew was like a moving tailgate party! We had snacks and beverages for ourselves and managed time between aid stations for Chris to cook us some coffee on her camp stove. 17 hours 21 minutes and 5 seconds went by extremely fast! I have set thru many professional football and baseball games that seemed longer! We followed her progress relative to other runners on my.raceresult.com. Which added to the excitement and helped with strategy.
 
Loretta went out really smart at her pace, running her race as planned. She was several places back early in the race. It was so exciting to see her close the gap and pass the other runners one by one as their pace faltered and hers did not. Between the 20 and 30 mile marks Loretta would go from 7th to 3rd.
 
Can she finish? 33 miles in her body began to protest, probably because it hadn’t had its usual post five hour training run meal at Zukey Lake Tavern of, “I am very thirsty and hungry! Please bring me ice water with lemon, Dr. Pepper, Bells Oberon, small pizza with pepperoni, bacon and pepper rings. Extra crispy please!” Once her race machine realized it was going to have to wait for its prize, she hit her second wind! Knocking off the next almost 50 miles with the same effortless stride and smile!
 
By the 50 mile mark she would find herself in first as she passed her competitors with a smile and a little pace pick up to let them know she was strong! The last 20 miles would prove most grueling as her pace dropped drastically interrupted with walks and stretching sessions. We could see on the live tracker that everyone else was also slowing and she just needed to finish. Despite a late effort by Lindsay Phenix to eliminate Loretta‘s 30min lead in the last six miles, Loretta would still win by more than 10 minutes!
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I Tackled the Tunnel and Won!

On Saturday, November 9th, I completed my second 100 mile ultramarathon.  This is the first race that I signed up for almost a year prior to the race.  I had ample time to prepare. I started my year off in January with training for the Bayshore Marathon using the Hanson Method.  Starting in January, I received coaching with Zach Bitter. He supported my Hanson Plan(Luke Humphrey Plan) through Bayshore Marathon and then started programming for me. He set my training using hours as the measurement instead of miles with a heavy focus on perceived effort or heart rate training. This was a change of mindset for me that really paid off mentally during the race.

We arrived in Venice, Illinois on Friday afternoon.  I was able to get in a run on the trail through the tunnel where Derek and Madde joined me.  Then we headed for packet pick up, watched a bit of Camille Herron and her husband, Conner’s presentation. This allowed me time to grab a quick selfie.  Then we headed for dinner: I wanted to get back to the airbnb early enough to be in bed by 9:00. I went home took an epsom salt bath and headed to bed.  While I slept, part of my crew arrived: Jeff and Chris.

We arrived at the start line about 6:30 a.m.  It was around 27 degrees with the forecast of increasing temperatures in the low 50’s during the day and then dropping back into the 30’s.  This made planning for clothing a bit difficult because I didn’t want to have to change my clothing. I settled on running shorts, a short sleeve with running sleeves, my Junk Headband, Nathan Hydration Vest and my smart wool mittens.  I kept my warm clothes on right until the start of the race. Madde, Derek, Jeff and Chris were there to see me off. Oh before I forget I met the chicken man waiting in line for the outhouse. He had a rubber chicken hooked onto his hydration pack with a sign that read “baby on board”.  I introduced myself and squeezed the chicken.  

I started the race feeling good about my preparation.  I went in with some pretty big goals: personal record from Hennepin (sub 19:34), run in the 16 hours, American Age Group Record (15:12).  Zach had advised me to have a few goals during my hundred mile race to keep a purpose and I found that sound advice. He had suggested a time range to strive for (8:53-9:07 mile pace): I loved this idea so I wasn’t stressed if I wasn’t on the dot. 

 

I started out hitting my numbers and feeling good. The nutrition plan was for me to refuel with Tailwind where my crew would meet me about every hour. I had a spare pouch of Tailwind incase my crew wasn’t able to meet.  We had spreadsheets and maps to show each aid station and when we would stop. My tactic for this race was to have less stops at aid stations, to keep moving forward (relentless forward progress) and less socializing during the race.  

 

Early in the race, I ran with a couple of guys from Kentucky.  This was nice to pass some miles by and keep on pace. There were places on the course that my GPS went haywire and I didn’t know my pace: This was a bit mentally challenging.  

My long runs were about 5 hours: At the 5 hour mark I had a bit of a mental dip.  I was used to stopping at 5 hours and grabbing Zukey Lake Tavern food, beer, pop and water.  That was a bit of a let down, but I got into my runners high shortly after and cruised on to mile 50.  At this point, another pacer, Teddy arrived and gave me some words of encouragement and some positive energy when I really needed it.

When I neared 50 miles, I hadn’t really thought about my race standing as I was so focused on my time.  Jeff shared at an aid station that I was just passing third place runner. This gave me some energy. 

As I was moving into the 50-60 miles,  I needed another focus so I started picking people who were supports for me to think of to give me strength to get through the next hour. I started with my dad in mind: He is very proud of my running and I used him to get me through those miles which worked because I slowly dropped my pace back down. Then for the next few sections, I picked different people to focus on to find strength to pull me through: I thought of my brother and a few other friends, my crew members and my coach.  

Then, I saw a lady ahead and decided I should focus on her to pull me in. It took some time, but I was able to pass her. When I got into the aid station my crew was excited that I had passed her as they had looked up her running resume and she had quite a resume.  I later found out her name is Connie Gardner: She has an impressive list of accomplishments on Wikipedia. When I was getting closer to 60 miles, I moved into second place. 

When I noticed the female runner ahead and knew the aid station was near, I dropped my pace and passed her.  She stopped for aid and I continued on. I really don’t remember when I moved into first place female.  

 

Around mile 60 I announced to my crew that I wouldn’t need pacers: I was planning to finish solo.  I was feeling great and really thought I could do it. I was heading into my last 5 hours which I was thinking, this is just another 5 hour Friday night run.  Then the miles from 68 to 76 got tough. I was starting to fatigue and when I came in to about mile 76 it is where the finish line is and you head to the tunnel one last trip.  My crew wasn’t supposed to meet there, but lucky for me they knew I needed support. They stopped and Derek handed me some chicken noodle soup: just what I needed. Jeff told me there was someone there for me and next thing I know Camille Herron is hugging me and cheering me on.  Her husband Conner handed me the mic asking how I felt, where I confidently responded, “I feel amazing.” Well might have stretched the truth a tiny bit.

At this point I called in back up!  Jeff started pacing me. He was so patient with me, but encouraging.  The first section he paced was going well so I requested that he continue for the next leg. When something is going well, I don’t want to change it up.  Luckily Jeff was willing to continue for another. He was excited that he got the tunnel leg. After we got through the tunnel and grabbed aid we were off to the end of the trail for the turn around. The crew was tracking second place to see how far she was behind me.  At that point the estimate was about 40 minutes back. We went to the turn around and headed back to the tunnel, I saw second place female. I knew I needed to stay strong and dig deep. Jeff told me they wouldn’t let me get passed. So I powered through, but my running had slowed and I need more walk breaks then I would have liked. My legs were feeling strong still but I was physically getting exhausted.   Looking back, I think I should have increased my calories. 

Back at the tunnel Chris took the next leg. It was a longer leg around 7 miles which is really tough when you’re nearing 100 miles.  Chris was awesome too she talked to distract me, but when I needed silence she respected that. At this point of my run, listening was taking too much energy.  She continued to track second place and we kept forging on.  

 

For my final leg, my daughter, Madde joined me.  I was excited for her to finish with me. She was so very caring and patient as she paced me through the last three miles.  She talked, was silent, and always encouraging: we were both ecstatic when we saw the finish line! We ran through the line together and I finished first place overall female for Tunnel Hill 2019 with a finish time of 17 hours 21 minutes 56 seconds!

When I finished, I was overwhelmed hearing about all the support I had from friends, family, my running family, and Riley and Madde’s friends on social media. The race tracker had blown up with over 100 comments cheering me on.  Additionally my Facebook page had went crazy! I was so honored that so many people had taken time to track me throughout the day: Now that is dedication!

So I ended up getting one of my goals, a personal record by 2 hours 13 minutes over my previous hundred: I also got a bonus, the win which is something I hadn’t really thought about.  Each race is a learning experience we carry forward to the next race: I am looking forward to my next race to apply my learning and try for my other two remaining goals!

 

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Stay in the Race.

Being an avid runner, I know how important it is to take care of my body.  With that being said, runners don’t always have time for stretching. I have learned that taking care of myself helps with injury prevention.  I have put in more miles this year than ever before so I know that, in order to continue to be successful with running, I need to be mindful of my body.  

So over the past year, I have purchased a variety of massage equipment.  While I already had several different types of rollers and lacrosse balls, recently I have discovered other products that are helpful in recovery. I have found Air Relax Compression Boots as well as Hypervolt extremely helpful in aiding recovery and lessening injury. The Air Relax boots help to aid in recovery by increasing blood flow to repair the muscles and reduce muscle fatigue.  The Hypervolt helps to increase circulation and blood flow thus assisting with recovery. Additionally, I purchased a cupping set which has also been useful in getting the blood flow and speeding recovery.  These tools have been a big component in improving  my training regimen.  

Aside from massage tools, I have found other methods excellent for muscle recovery. While I am not a person to take time to sit still, I have found that Epsom Salt baths are incredibly helpful in relaxing my muscles and aiding in muscle fatigue.  I also dabble a bit in Kinesio Taping which has come in handy for some short term relief in the case of muscle tightness and injury. Kinesio Taping helps healing while providing support and allowing for range of motion. Taping helps to lift the skin to allow for increased circulation to reduce the swelling and promote healing.

Even with all of these tools, I recently found myself with a bit of a pain at the back of my heel.  After trying my multitude of tools, I figured out that I had some tight muscles and the pain in the back of my heel was just a symptom–not the source– of the problem.  All muscles are interconnected, so it’s important to remember when stretching or massaging that where it hurts may not be the root of the problem. 

With this in mind, I decided to try Fascial StretchTherapy (FST).  FST helps to improve the mobility of your nerves and flexibility of your muscles and fascia. Sticky adhesions develop between the fascia lines: when your muscles are continually tight from let’s say running, the surrounding fascia tightens along with them.

So long story short…My 100 mile race is in just over a week and the last couple of weeks, I have tried FST paired with chiropractic support.  My tight muscles and spots that were a bit sore are feeling great! I am focusing on my taper along with recovery methods to help get me race day ready! Not to mention, I am making sure to drink a daily glass of Tailwind to get my gut prepared and keep myself hydrated! Key takeaway: make sure you are taking care of your body so you can stay in the race!

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Virtual Race Tracking

It may sound like a crazy addiction, but over the past few weekends I have spent my Sunday mornings virtually tracking athletes while they run races.  Earlier this summer I was even able to track a couple of Ironmans: Maine and Traverse City (this was interesting as it was my first experience following an Ironman.  Wow! What an intense race!) While I can’t be at all of the events my running team members are at, I can cheer them on. It is exciting to watch and be there in spirit.  This is one way I am able to coach from the sidelines. I followed Chicago Marathon and then the following weekend, I tracked four marathons at once: Detroit Free Press, Niagara Falls International, Mount Desert Island Maine, and Metro Health Grand Rapids: This weekend Marine Corps.  I have been able to be a part of watching many great successes from first time marathon finishes to PR’s to Boston Qualifiers! My phone is filled up with tracking apps: My favorite app is RaceJoy which I used to track Glass City in the spring and most recently Grand Rapids. I like the feature that the user can send cheers and music along the way! Yes, I am that crazy data geek, running coach, tracking, cheering and celebrating from a distance!  Shout out to all of the awesome athletes I have tracked: You keep me inspired to coach and continue to chase my running goals! My next race, Tunnel Hill 100 is less than two short weeks away. The race can be tracked at myraceresults.com.

 

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Night Run-Third Eye Headband

Tunnel Hill 100 is nearing quickly, so it was time to step it up my game on my five hour runs and start doing them in the dark.  On race day I’ll be running at least 4 hours in the dark, so I asked a couple of friends to join me on this night time adventure. It didn’t take much convincing at all and with the offer of stopping at Zukey Lake Tavern post-run they were all in!  

I absolutely love night runs!  Last night was perfect with a harvest moon:The sky was star lite and beautiful. We ran the Lakelands trail from Hamburg just past Gregory and back.  The trail was peaceful and the weather was just right. I was able to try out what I plan to wear on race day.

    

I’ve been prepping for race day getting last minute running gear.  I bought some Third Eye Headbands to replace the worn out bands on my Black Diamond Sprinter Headlamp.  The bands come in a variety of cool, unique styles. I chose Tie Dye and Serape: I love both!! The band fit was perfect.  It only took a couple minutes to switch out the old band with the new. The band stayed in place for my entire 5 hour run and for the time we spent closing down the bar post-run.

If you have a headlamp, that needs the band replaced, I highly recommend trying Third Eye Headbands. Their signature “Totally Awesome Headbands” will keep you looking legit on the trail.  Additionally, Third Eye Headlamps is a member of 1%  for the Planet.

https://www.thirdeyeheadlamps.com/shop?category=HEADBANDS