Holiday Lake 50K++, Appomattox, VA, Feb 15, 2014
The winde is great upon the highest hilles;
The quiet life is in the dale below;
Who tread on ice shall slide against their willes;
They want not cares, that curious arts should know.
Who lives at ease and can content him so,
Is perfect wise, and sets us all to schoole:
Who hates this lore may well be called a foole.
- Thomas Churchyard, "Shore's Wife," xlvii
I seem to remember…
Driving up: two tractor trailers on their side off I81. Passing through the Appomattox Court House National Historical Park. Meeting great people around a table at registration/check-in. Getting tips and encouragement… although signs of concern about trail conditions. A great pre-race meal from the folks at the 4-H camp. Lots of lasagna (veg and meat), spaghetti, salad, and cobbler. David Horton's entertaining, free-association pre-race briefing, and his special discussion for first-timers. "It will never always get worse." "You can do this." "Finish!" Bunking with thirteen other grown men. I don't remember sleeping, but I did get to hear some interesting snores. The buzz and runners compulsively downing a pre-race breakfast… trying not to be nervous. A jovial, polite line waiting for the single bunkhouse toilet. Take a spot on the bench and slide down as the line uh… progressed. Noticing that it was going to rain, but not feeling that it was a big deal. And snow. A great deal of snow... ten inches on the trail. Discovering that my drink tube wasn't seated into the bladder… it pulled part-way out, cutting off a carefully concocted Gatorade & water mix. Fortunately the aid stations were only four miles apart, and were staffed by friendly, energetic, encouraging people. Coming upon Amy Albu as she lay by the creek, her leg broken. Runners surrendering their time to give expert assistance and get her to the hospital. Ditching my Yak Trax at the turnaround... they would NOT stay in place on my shoes. Didn't need 'em anyway. Talking to other first-timers along the way… giving each other strength. Almost tumbling downhill into the lake while making way for the leaders on their second loop. The return trip through snow trenches filled with freezing water. Going down into a large puddle on both hands and one knee. The last five miles or so… pain! Pain! PAIN! from my frozen feet but knowing that I was going to finish. Seeing the painted snow marker "1 Mile To Go!" Sprinting as best I could and crossing the finish line. Finally. Upright. Able to know where I was, more or less. Seeing my buddies from Tri-Cities Trail Runners… they helped me get here. The long drive home… unhappy glutes but a big smile on my face.
First-time HL, first-time 50K, but now a grizzled veteran