HELEN HOLIDAY HALF MARATHON & 10K BY RUN BUM RACES
PHOTOS BRADLEY KRISHER ART
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QUEST FOR THE CREST 50K
By Run Bum Races
DEVASTATION, DESTRUCTION AND A COMMUNITY SHATTERED
Hurricane Helene WESTERN NC
The Rising water
In late September 2024, the remnants of Hurricane Helene swept through the Southeast, leaving a trail of devastation that has affected countless lives and communities The storm's impact was particularly severe in western North Carolina, where Asheville, the largest city in the mountainous region, found itself isolated. Roads were damaged, power outages were rampant, and the once-bustling city was shrouded in darkness and despair
The Storm's Arrival
Hurricane Helene made its presence felt with heavy rains and strong winds that began lashing the area on September 25. As the storm progressed, local meteorologists warned of potential flooding, urging residents to prepare for the worst Unfortunately, those warnings came too late for many
The Aftermath: Flooding and
Isolation As the storm subsided, the true extent of the damage began to reveal itself The Swannanoa River, which winds through Asheville, overflowed its banks, flooding homes, businesses, and crucial infrastructure Emergency responders were deployed to monitor rising water levels, and images of the devastation quickly spread across news outlets and social media.
In neighboring Tennessee, the Pigeon River also overflowed, further complicating recovery efforts. Roads were rendered impassable; reports indicated that a section of Interstate 40 had collapsed, stranding motorists and complicating rescue operations. Emergency personnel worked tirelessly to restore order and assist those in need, but the challenges were daunting.
Community Response and Resilience In the face of such adversity, the spirit of the community shone through. Local organizations and residents rallied to help one another, sharing resources and offering shelter to those displaced by the flooding. However, the need for assistance remains critical. Many individuals and families are grappling with the loss of their homes and livelihoods. Power outages have affected thousands, leaving many without basic necessities. The recovery process will be long and arduous, requiring the collective effort of the community and beyond.
Hurricane Helene serves as a poignant reminder of the power of nature and the resilience of communities. In the wake of such a devastating event, it is heartening to witness the outpouring of support and solidarity among residents and those beyond the region. Together, we can help rebuild lives and restore hope to those affected by the storm. Let us come together in this time of need, for as wise owls know, it is in our shared humanity that we find strength and solace
In 2007, I began competing in ultra-trail races across the country, captivated by the distinct regional character of each event. The iconic Western States 100 on the West Coast particularly intrigued me. As a passionate advocate for Midwestern trails, I yearned to create a signature race showcasing the best of our region The 1,300-mile Ice Age Trail in Wisconsin, with its mix of dirt paths and road/bike trail segments, seemed the perfect canvas After scouting the trail, I chose the 100% dirt Mondeaux Dam section, home to iconic landmarks like Jerry Lake, Lake Eleven, and Lost Lake Esker.
Starting with just 69 runners in the inaugural year, the "Midwest States 100" has grown to 250 participants in its third year This old-school, community-focused ultra has become a muchanticipated gathering of trail running friends, driven by its grassroots, community-driven spirit. The local community and Ice Age Trail Alliance have been steadfast supporters. The race has also enjoyed backing from ATV enthusiasts, hunters, and hikers eager to see more people discovering and enjoying the land
To maintain the race ' s cool, grassroots vibe, the registration cap has increased only slightly each year. Runners can camp at the beautiful National Forest campsites. Many runners come early to enjoy activities like kayaking and boating on the surrounding lakes - a great opportunity for them to bond before their 100-mile, 100K or 50K adventure
Photos by: Jenny Thorsen
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Jenny Thorsen
About the Race Director:
Michele Hartwig is the founder and owner of Ornery Mule Racing and Ornery Mule Coaching. She hosts numerous classic ultramarathons in the Midwest, including the Kettle Moraine 100, Hennepin Hundred, Des Plaines River Trail 50-mile and 50K, Frozen Gnome 50K/10K, Earth Day trail races, Galena Sky timed events, Soul Crusher, and Midwest States. Hartwig is a passionate advocate for trails and open spaces, serving as president of the Crystal Lake Parks Initiative Foundation. Hartwig's first 100-mile race was the Javelina 100, which she chose because her father lived near the course, giving her the opportunity to explore the trails around him. Now, she returns to the area annually with her adult children to run the Jackass 31K, Crown King 50k, Javelina 100k or other local events. Her daughter, who works as a mechanic for American Airlines in Phoenix, enables Hartwig to visit the region frequently and explore more desert trails. Despite her Midwest-based events, Hartwig loves traveling across the country to experience trails in every geographic region.
Photographer: Rob Redding
THE THE PINHOTI PINHOTI TRAIL SERIES
TRAIL SERIES
BY: JAMIE & TODD HENDERSON Rebecca Mountain
The Pinhoti Trail Series began in 2006 with the Mount Cheaha 50K as its inaugural race to the top (highest point) of Alabama. The dream and desire was to draw interest to trail running from the southeast and beyond and incorporate as much of the Pinhoti Trail system as possible. As Mount Cheaha grew, thus creating the “Series”, Pinhoti 100 (100 mile point to point race) was born Pinhoti 100 includes a vast amount of the blue blazes. The next in the “Series” came Rockin’ Choccolocco 50K and half marathon which includes the northeast section of the Pinhoti Trail Pinhoti Trail Series races currently travel through the trail systems in Alabama with numerous creek crossings, rolling mountains, and breathtaking overlooks Overtime, new races are being developed for all Trail Junkies to enjoy!
We moved to Albany, GA in 1999 I knew I needed to start exercising After a little research, I signed up for a 5K in Parrott, GA I trained at night so no one would see me running through the neighborhood. I started training in all-cotton clothes and tennis shoes that were so old. My first outing, I could only run for about 10 minutes ( that was maybe a ½ mile) and had to stop and walk. I continued night after night on this journey to complete this 5K
The Parrot 5K was not easy for me but somehow I took 2nd place in my age group and I was hooked on running
We moved from Albany to Sylacauga, AL and I continued to run Sylacauga did not have a local running club but Anniston did (Anniston Runners Club) Anniston is about 45 minutes from Sylacauga and where Jamie and I both were raised We were involved in the club for years & even helped some of their events One major event being Woodstock 5K. It has been in existence since the 1970’s, and has been the national championship 5K several years.
In 2005, a friend in the Anniston Runners Club asked me to join him on a trail run on a nearby trail called the Pinhoti Trail. We ran together on the trail that day and never saw another soul I told my friend, we have to have an event on this trail and bring people to see, “Alabama the Beautiful” & this beautiful trail (the Pinhoti)
So my friend, Wayne Heckler, and myself directed the very first Mount Cheaha 50K, “A Race to the Top of Alabama” Wayne knew how to create a website with all the information. I wheeled the entire course to get a close measurement of the 50K course I knew I wanted runners to run up the mountain point to point to make it challenging The first race was in February 2006 Honestly, we didn’t know what we were doing & had to make several trips throughout the night before the race to Wal-Mart that was 30 miles away. The next morning, 76 runners showed up to run & 2 of them have run it every year since. This coming-up year, 2025, will be the 20th year and the 20th time for Allen Smith, & Dink Taylor to have run Mount Cheaha 50K Dink always says Mount Cheaha 50K is his favorite race The first Mount Cheaha 50K was so cold, wet, rainy, & foggy that Jamie & I contemplated not directing another race ever! But then, the calls, emails, & mail started coming in People wanted to come see the Pinhoti & run Mount Cheaha 50K We have been directing races so long that in this era was before any online registration company. Checking the mail daily for entrants was phenomenal & the entrants list kept growing. We were amazed!
From Mount Cheaha 50K grew Pinhoti 100 (the one and only), next was Rockin Choccolocco 50K, & half (we have added other distances (10K & kid’s run) since it’s conception, and lastly but not least in any manner Rebecca Mountain 50 Miler Each race has been carefully created, each race brings amazing runners each year which gives us the desire to continue this journey of race directing & making tough dreams come true!
Jamie & Todd Henderson
Photo by: Pete Schreiner
Rebecca Mountain
By: Deanna Doane
FIRST CLIMBS
This was my second year racing the Rebecca Mountain 50 miler in Sylacauga, Alabama. It’s a grueling point to point trail race held every year in early September on the scenic Pinhoti trail. Looking at the race on paper, it doesn’t look like it would be that challenging The total elevation gain is only 5,400 feet, which isn’t much compared to many other more mountainous 50 milers. However, do not be fooled, there are many factors such as the heat and technicality of these trails that make it slower and more challenging than you would expect.
I went into this race with two goals in mind. First, to beat my winning time from last year, 8 hours 58 minutes. And second, to beat the women ’ s course record, 8 hours 52 minutes Little did I know or expect that I would win the race overall or even think that I had a chance at that.
The morning started off pretty relaxed as any race morning goes I had one liter of water, my daily vitamins, a bowl of bran flake cereal with almond milk, then a banana on the car ride to the start. The night before was not the best sleep due to me missing my tent poles somehow with my tent, so I realized I needed to sleep in the car with the seats laid down. It was not comfortable, but I made it work
Having ran this race last year, I went into this year with the mindset and knowledge of the course to tackle it in the smartest way possible Most people make the mistake of going out too fast in an ultra One of my strengths I believe is being able to quietly remain consistent and carry the same pace throughout most of a race, sometimes even getting faster at the end
The first 20 miles of this race has most of the elevation gain, with the last 30 being a rolling net downhill I knew if I wanted to race this race, I would need to hold back in those early miles to save my legs for the last runnable half. Which is exactly what I did. I started off in the front pack but found a comfortable pace for myself, not letting the people around me be an influence. I slowly continued to pass people throughout the race. By mile 27, I had slowly passed everyone in the race except for one person, who I did not know was leading the race. I caught up to first place, then lost him again. After this, I never saw him again. (Little did I know at the time, he actually took a wrong turn off course, then dropped later in the race) The next mile the course took a couple sharp turns, then began climbing uphill. Eventually I was knocking down spiderwebs and thought to myself “ am I off course?” But I ran this race last year and I KNEW I wasn’t … I convinced myself that the spiders just rebuilt their webs fast. But what about that guy in front of me? Was he even real or was he just not part of the race? All I knew was to keep running, so that’s what I did.
“It’snotoftenyousee
womenwinningracesin oursport”
When I got to the mile 31 aid station I asked if anyone was in front of me. And sure enough they said NO ONE. Holy crap. I’m leading the whole race now?! At that point , I knew I had to keep going to hold my place, the inner fire in me just turned on so I kept myself moving. Staying focused and consistent for each mile. The heat kicked up which only made the day harder, but I pushed and persevered all the way to that finish line, winning the race overall in 8 hours 13 minutes, a whole 45 minutes faster than my time from last year. And 35 minutes faster than the second place overall man that day.
It’s not often you see women winning races outright in our sport. I feel lucky and blessed to have had such a good day out there, and to be the first woman to win this race in its 8 year history. It makes me happy and proud to not only have won this, but to also represent female race directors (who are also a minority) while supporting Jamie Henderson who is one of the race directors for this event as well.
I hope and wish to see more women pushing to compete in these races, not just against other women, but against the men too. I truly think that with the right mindset and training, that we can do just about anything. Including beating the men!
This race is tough by nature but boy is it an adventure at the end of the day. As tough as it was to really push my body’s limits, it was so fun and I am thankful to have shared the day with so many other strong women and men out there.
Deanna Doane
THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS
WRITTEN BY RYAN OSBECK
Rebecca Mountain 50 Miler, she’s a summer trek through the Southern sections of the Appalachian Chain in Alabama, from Porters Gap to Lake Howard A majority of this race will be single track through some green lush forest, a couple of climbs up to Horn and Rebecca Mountain, then down finishing in the peaceful backdrop of Lake Howard
ALL ABOARD the volunteers yell out as we begin our ascent, not up the mountain but into the yellow buses. Immediately transported back to the first day of school jitters the bus full of veterans returning another year or newbies like me wandering their way onto uncharted red dirt and rocks, only mission being survival and to finish the day upright
Photos by: Brock Rotter
SURVIVING THE FOREST
The thickness of the air is apparent. Running the southeast you learn quickly about Humidity. When the liquid falling off of you is equal to the amount you seem to be drinking throughout the day. I found myself hitting the salts early, knowing that cramps without it in this heat would end my day early. The first climb up to Horn Mountain was tough, but I think I made more of the mountains in my mind. I believe our mind is wired that way to protect us, to keep us comfortable and safe. Not to say I was not dying in agony at each peak, but as Sir Isaac taught, what goes up must come down.
The Aid station volunteers always made a point to make you smile. When everything hurts they somehow snap you back to life. On this day it was necessary, I did not lube the feet properly, and was faced with pus filled blisters on both heels and big right toe. That perfect form we all aspire to turned into a one legged hunchbacked man limping his way down the hill in an ass kicking contest, mano v. mano…. Trotting down has always been my strength but not today. As the sun dipped below the tree line, the torch lights up and the dome running begins. This quiet solitude where you realize how alone we really are out there. The occasional glimpse of a torch here and there and the miles clicking down to single digits left are the only things that keep me going on with each seering step. The lumps of the red clay tend to stick and mold to the bottom of your shoes, becoming almost a permanent fixture to your feet. In the darkness, the times we doubt ourselves and poor decisions we’ve made, it's then we come face to face in these times. Some may call them demons, we’ll just call them drivers. After all, poor decisions do make for better stories.
“some call them demons, we’ll just call them drivers”
Photo by: Brock Rotter
I will say that in the last few miles the mind was amiss with delusions of colorful critters, a little birdie that's merely tree fall or rustled leaves...it was real to me though lol. After a day full of a fairly straight point to point singletrack comes the little joke the RD’s will always chuckle about. The last seemingly 3-4 miles are a windy bunch of bends and turns that again make you question your delusional state. You even can hear the finish, I’ve got to be right around the corner…only to be greeted with another bend. I believe I might have uttered, is this some kind of joke? My mind is so absolutely fed up with trying to make sense out of the non sensical I think it just quits. Am I lost….did I miss a turn. I don’t think my watch is right. Was that a bear? Just a few of the hundreds of things rushing in and out of thought…and all the while smiling that I’m somehow still going, until then, after one bend, like magic you pop out and see those Dumbass arches…and with every ounce left I powered through that finish, 14:38.
BARKLEY fall classic
THE BARKLEY FALL CLASSIC: A GRUELING TEST OF
COMMUNITY
Photos by Misty Herron
RAT JAW, TESTICLE SPECTICAL, METH LAB
When it comes to extreme ultra running events, the Barkley Fall Classic stands out as one of the most challenging and iconic races in the world. Held in the rugged terrain of Frozen Head State Park in Tennessee, this race has garnered a reputation for pushing runners to their limits and testing their physical and mental endurance like no other event. The history of the Barkley Fall Classic dates back to 2012 when ultrarunning legend Lazarus Lake, also known as Gary Cantrell, created the race as a shorter, but no less demanding, version of the infamous Barkley Marathons.
The Barkley Marathons, often referred to as "The Race That Eats Its Young," is an extreme 100-mile race with a brutal elevation gain that has become a legend in the ultra running community The Barkley Fall Classic was designed to provide a taste of the Barkley experience to a wider audience of runners.
The course of the Barkley Fall Classic covers approximately 31 miles with over 9,000 feet of elevation gain, taking participants through a variety of challenging terrains including steep climbs, rocky trails, and dense forests The race is designed to be a true test of endurance, requiring not only physical strength but also exceptional navigation skills and mental fortitude
Photos by Misty Herron
What sets the Barkley Fall Classic apart from other ultra running events is its unique and unforgiving nature The course is intentionally unmarked, and participants are required to rely on map and compass navigation to find their way through the wilderness. This adds an extra layer of challenge, forcing runners to carefully plan their route and stay focused throughout the race As if that weren't tough enough, the race also has a strict time limit, with participants given just 13 hours to complete the course
The Barkley Fall Classic has gained a cult following within the ultra running community, attracting adventurous and tenacious runners from around the world The race has become known for its mysterious and rugged appeal, with participants often describing it as a life-changing experience. The sense of camaraderie among the runners and the shared struggle to conquer the course have created a unique and tight-knit community surrounding the event
In recent years, the Barkley Fall Classic has gained even more attention and popularity, drawing top ultrarunners as well as passionate amateurs seeking a true challenge. The race has become a proving ground for those looking to test their limits and push beyond what they thought was possible. The allure of the Barkley Fall Classic lies in its ability to inspire and motivate runners to embrace the unknown and confront their fears head-on.
Photos by Misty Herron
Despite its grueling nature, the Barkley Fall Classic continues to attract participants who are drawn to its raw and unfiltered approach to ultra running. The race has become a symbol of resilience and determination, embodying the spirit of pushing boundaries and embracing the unknown. For many, crossing the finish line of the Barkley Fall Classic is a testament to their unwavering perseverance and unyielding spirit. As the race continues to grow in popularity, it remains a true testament to the indomitable human spirit and the unrelenting pursuit of pushing the boundaries of what is possible in the world of ultra running.
Photos by Misty Herron
You have been selected
Oct 5 2023, I received the email “you have been selected to participate in the 2024 The Barkley Fall Classic 50k!” It was a mix of excitement and nerves knowing this was a challenge like no other race I’ve participated in 8 years ago sitting at home, watching the Barkley Marathon documentary on Netflix, I was completely fascinated by the race From that day forward I spend every March waiting for Keith Dunn to take to twitter announcing Laz has lit his cigarette signaling the start of the race. The next 3 days I’m glued to my phone for updates on the race. I never thought I’d ever have the opportunity to experience some of the iconic landmarks in the race for myself such as Rat Jaw, Meth Lab, the prison tunnel, etc 1 month after my invitation arrived, my life changed when I started having pain & blurry vision in my right eye. Numerous hospital visits, countless doctors, multiple spinal taps, and tests, consumed 2024 in effort to identify a cause. As close as 3 weeks before the race, a medication side effect was causing me to lose my balance and fall frequently while running I started to question if I’d even make it to the start line despite my Doctors quickly changing course in my treatment
Thanks to the support of my incredible running coach, I made the trip to Wartburg on Sept 20, 2024. Taking the advice of some veteran runners, I took some time at packet pickup to discuss the map with runners & volunteers who were familiar with the park. From there I headed to the Coalfield High School Football game. Laz told us it’s said that if you make it to the football game Friday, you’ll finish the race Saturday. It was a special night to watch these boys win their game and know they’d be up as early as us to work the aid stations - which consisted of water, sword electrolyte drink, slim Jim’s, granola bars, & the one magical aid station who had ice cold coke. The next morning I arrived at Frozen Head, promptly at 7am Laz lit his cigarette signaling the start of the 2024 Barkley Fall Classic and we were off. The course was front loaded with climbing. I chose to stay patient in the middle of the pack on the climb up Chimney Top knowing Rat Jaw awaited us soon. I used that time to continue talking to other runners to learn what I could about the course and race The slide down Rat Jaw getting sliced up by briars was nothing I could have ever prepared for Some areas were impossible to stay on your feet & I just prayed I didn’t take out the runners in front of me as I slid down the mountain Meth Lab and Testicle Spectacle were a similar experience climbing up and down on all fours at times. Then it was back up Rat Jaw. I can only imagine this is what zombie apocalypse might look like, as runners trudged back up the steep ascent through the briars in the heat of the day, mostly silent. My strategy was to just keep moving. As we continued, we would see runners off to the side of the trail, taking shade underneath the briars trying to cool off. When we made it back up to the top, we finally had a short reprieve on some runnable trail or “candy ass trails” as the veterans were referring to them, before we passed the infamous yellow gate, & were promptly met with more climbing.
Photos by Misty Herron
I made it to the decision point where Laz awaited us, with just under an hour to the cut off to continue on to finish the 50K. At that moment, I was finally feeling confident about finishing the race. The course would end with a climb back up the trail we started on - a local told me it was about a 3 mile+ climb, which took a couple hours due to the terrain. This is the first time I was really alone on the course for a bit after spending most of the day chatting with runners along the trail. I truly don’t think I would have made it this far if it weren’t for the guidance of the veteran runners. That final loop took about 3 hours, and then the finish was insight. For a moment I forgot how badly my legs hurt with every step for the past few hours and ran as hard as I could to the finish to accept my croix where others were gathered cheering on runners as they finished. 12hrs 16min 37 seconds after Laz lit his cigarette, I was officially a finisher BFC 50k finisher. Sitting at the finish having dinner, covered in dried blood, dirt, & incredibly sore, my thoughts of only running this race once shifted to “I can’t wait to do this again, and I’m so glad I showed up ” . Sometimes we need to push ourselves outside of our comfort zone to see what we ’ re truly capable of.
This was the most challenging race I’ve ever participated in, but in many ways, one of the most rewarding. It was the most beautiful sufferfest, bringing together the pieces that caused me to fall in love with trail running to begin with - the vibrant welcoming community as well as testing my mental toughness & physical ability.
Jenna Gould
Photo by Misty Herron
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Jenny Thorsen
R E S C U E T O R U N N E R
B R I A N Y O U N G
This tale begins with the inception of the Fall Classic My good friend and fellow National Park enthusiast, Matt Hudson, reached out to me, sharing that Frozenhead State Park was organizing a small race He asked if I’d be interested in hosting a few runners for the weekend of the event. Naturally, I agreed, and that’s how it all started. The original group convinced me to join the race one year, and since then, I’ve been training with a smile!
Throughout this journey, I’ve met countless amazing individuals, and my wife and I now consider them part of our extended family After each race, we throw a celebration where everyone gathers on our front porch to share stories from the day’s events
As I’ve immersed myself in the running community, I’ve gained valuable insights into the dynamics of rescue services in this realm. The ultra-runners are direct about their needs for assistance, which has made me a more effective support person Being part of the Fire and Rescue team, I’ve realized that staying in peak physical condition is essential for aiding injured runners, especially since the trails can be quite treacherous after dark
I still vividly remember the first race when we had to carry an injured runner down from the mountain; it took us a grueling 12 hours. That experience taught us invaluable lessons about rescue operations. The local fire and rescue team is entirely volunteer-based, and their perception of runners has shifted, especially since one of their own is a runner. They now have a deeper appreciation for the challenges we face, however unconventional they may seem.
Since I took up running, I’ve reached the best physical shape of my life at 51, and it has profoundly helped me understand the needs of runners and recognize when someone should call it quits. I believe that if more rescue personnel participated in races, they would improve their own fitness levels, making them more effective during trail rescues.
This race has gifted me lifelong friendships, and I look forward to nurturing these connections for as long as I am able.
Brian Young
Photo By: Misty Herron
By: Jenny Thorsen
A SELF-PROPELLED JOURNEY INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL - AND BACK
BY SCOTT PERRY
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4 Barkley Fall Classic presented immense l and mental challenges, testing my ce in unmarked terrain and unfamiliar ns Despite prior achievements, this race me to my limits, requiring exceptional o reach the 50km finish. Starting in top he race quickly revealed its unforgiving with treacherous ascents and descents physical exhaustion and injury The conditions, combined with the race's emands, strained my faculties, leading dration and under-fueling. Each stage new, formidable obstacle, from perilous s to agonizing ascents, adding to the and physical toll
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The Barkley Fall Classic is a race like no other, traversing through unmarked terrain, unknown obstacles, and featuring an unfamiliar course that changes every year. We are provided the map the evening of, and subsequently forbidden use of our fancy GPS watches and cellphones We must rely on our own internal body to gauge effort and pace and for course navigation
My Barkley journey began uneventfully I seeded myself in the top ~35 as we took off down the pavement - but that terrain didn’t last long The steep, rugged “Candy Ass” trails of Frozen Head State Park are challenging, but not like anything I haven’t experienced. I had never been to Frozen Head previously but was confident in my fitness during this initial warm up loop I ran the sections that I could while minimizing my cardiac output as best I could without my HR monitor Approaching the first aid station was welcoming after 1hr 45 min
This year ’ s course featured “the meat” of the Barkley much earlier than in years past. I was naive to think this was a good thing, as my optimism to just get it over with was eventually met with overwhelming physical desperation. Our first sacrificial bib-punch donation signaled our continuation. I mentally embraced the ‘suck’ of the Barkley and threw on my thick leather gloves in preparation for RAT JAW. As if guarded during the offseason by an increasingly unstable trap door, a single step later my feet slid out and I careened uncontrollably down the 45° briarfilled slope My feet regained traction for a split second, I popped myself back up but then immediately fell back into another slide WHEW! At this point my perspective was still that of excitement for the unknown and not yet dreading what remained. I picked myself up, a volunteer from above - now 20’ above - called out if I meant to do that. “Of course!” I muttered back with a pulsating lower half.
The subsequent torture that followed demanded our respect and arrived with vengeance A sharp right turn past a dried riverbed lead straight to an impending wall of doom. I hunkered down and clawed my way up on all fours referencing lessons from my last rock-climbing class to haul myself over the jagged rocks My first ‘rest’ came on the intermediate road crossing before we plummeted down the other side. A gentle inviting slope lured us to an edge like a snow-sport enthusiast approaching a giant park feature Dropping off the lip I found myself in “skiers’ stance” and slid my way all the way down definitely worthy of Black Diamond status.
By: Jenny Thorsen
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Eternity finally came to an end as I popped out on the road near camp. I hopped back into the woods for one more river crossing and gave the last remaining strength I had to maintain a running cadence through to the end. I crossed the final FINISH bib punch and exhaustingly grabbed the metal fencing for support. Deprived of so much for so long combined with my pulsating head made me dizzy and weak. But I finished - and the quest of the Barkley was finally put to rest.
Photo by: Misty Herron
402 entrants started this year ’ s BFC. Only 94 finished the ‘50k’ (23.4%) - the lowest in this race ’ s 11-year history. 145 managed a ‘marathon’ finish (36%) and 163 DNF’d (40.5%) having withdrawn prior to the Decision Point. I’m beyond proud to have earned 46th position having spent just over 12 hours on the course having no prior experience whatsoever. My response to the classic question do you want to go back was initially “not having an immediate desire to return”, but now, after about a weeks-worth of reflecting and recovering, the allure of the unknown of future BFC courses is already itching under my skin. Or that might just be these remaining leftover Barkley battle scars.
Time will tell, but for now, so long Barkley, until we meet again (maybe).
Scott Perry
Photos By: Misty Herron
By: Carey Allen
Photo by: Jenny Thorsen
Photo by: Misty Herron
Success is not a handout, Failure is a gift.
For 11 years now, runners have been trying to find success at the Barkley Fall Classic. It is not something easily givenit must be taken by sheer force. Usually less than half of the field will actually finish what is arguably the hardest 50k in the US. Just look at the finish rate, and the winning times compared to other races if you want proof of how difficult it truly is. The gift that failure brings is that the race exposes our weaknesses, whether physical or mental or something else, and forces us to improve in those areas so we come back stronger and try again.
“This is my year ” - I have been telling myself that since September 2017, after I first attempted a race in east Tennessee unlike any other. I was physically and mentally crushed, and I loved every second of it. I loved the challenge, the runners, and the race director, who some people think is a masochist, but I think he is brilliant and only wants to push us to become our best. This year would be my seventh crack at it, with more knowledge and more experience and more training and more and more… but so far it hasn’t been enough.
This year was going to be different. I was picked in the lottery 11 months ago, and I spent the entire year ramping up to this race. Multiple trips to Frozen Head State Park for race specific training - although you never know which trails the race will actually use. We don’t know the course (which changes every year) until the day before the race. I ran every trail in the park, in both directions, in the heat, in the rain, imagining any scenario that might happen on race day. I pushed myself as hard as I could to prepare for bad things, because bad things always seem to happen in this race, even when you have a great day.
“As planned”… I love the saying that “ everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.” The punches began early on, whether we felt them or not. Hits to the feet in the form of rocks or roots that caused just the slightest ankle turn. Thousands of feet of climbing that made muscles cramp Rising temps and humidity that made heads dizzy, hearts race, and twisted stomachs into knots Clouds of dust that clogged lungs and dried throats A ticking clock that caused stress and anxiety and doubt to creep in
An accumulation of body blows that were turning into head shots trying to knock us out. It was now almost 1 o ’clock, the hottest part of the day, for the hardest part of the course. This climb would make or break the race for me, and so many others.
A few made it, most were broken. By the time I started to climb Rat Jaw, I was set up for one of the worst miles of my entire running career. Most of us could only take a few steps and then because of compounding issues, we were laying down in briars and thorns, choosing to be scratched and cut up all over, rather than take another agonizing step. When you finally get up the steepest pitches, you might get relief for a minute or two - relief being a slightly less insanely steep climb. I saw friends passed out on the trail, friends cramping so badly they curled up into a ball, and some even vomiting on themselves. I wonder if we had been there even 30 minutes faster, would we have been able to make the climb before the heat took such a toll?
Where could I have possibly made up that 30 minutes? The answer is simple - I couldn’t I wasn’t ready I didn’t bring the best version of myself I brought a better version than last year, but better isn’t always enough. That 30 minutes should have been made up in the previous six months. And that is the gift of failure that the BFC can give you - it is brutally honest with you. It makes you open your eyes to see what you really are. Not what you think you are, or what you think you deserve. So here I sit in the annual cycle of the BFC journey. I have sworn off ever doing the race again. I’ll spend the next few days trying to find the good from the race, because I know it’s there, even if I can’t see it. I’ll go for a few walks, enjoy some Little Debbie snack cakes and Dr. Pepper. And then I’ll get back to work, and make a plan for how I can show up to the start line next year, better than I was this year. I know the course will demand it if I ever hope to finish. Maybe next year will finally be my year, but I will have to go out and take it, because Success is not a handout.
Carey Allen
Photo By: Misty Herron
Photo by: Misty Herron
The East Coasts Most Scenic Trail Races
ROB REDDING
THROUGHTHELENS:AJOURNEYTO INNERPEACEONTHETRAILS
Where it all began
My journey into My journey into photography began photography began as a hobby, focusing as a hobby, focusing on capturing the on capturing the beauty of beauty of landscapes back in landscapes back in 2018. However, it 2018. However, it wasn't until I delved wasn't until I delved into documenting into documenting important moments important moments for others, such as for others, such as weddings, that I weddings, that I realized my true realized my true passion lay in passion lay in telling stories telling stories through images. As through images. As fate would have it, fate would have it, assisting my cousin- assisting my cousinin-law Brandon in-law Brandon Thrower with Thrower with Tanawha Tanawha Adventures as a Adventures as a stand-in stand-in photographer for a photographer for a race solidified my race solidified my love for both trail love for both trail running and the art running and the art of capturing it. of capturing it.
Witnessing Witnessing individuals push individuals push through pain, through pain, conquer challenges, conquer challenges, and achieve their and achieve their goals, all while goals, all while surrounded by surrounded by breathtaking breathtaking scenery, has scenery, has become a source of become a source of endless inspiration endless inspiration for me. for me.
Rob Redding
“my true passion lays in telling stories through images”
TUFF RUN CLUB
JEN SHELTER
THEMAKING OFACLUB
After a first devasting DNF at Umstead 100 in April 2023, Raleigh, NC ultra runner Jen Shetler founded TUFF Run Club as a simple Facebook group. Today, it has over 900 members.
“I was super bummed. DNFs are always hard, but I had built up this race so much that admitting I had failed was heartbreaking. My work colleagues, running and non-running friends alike, and family had watched me prepare for this race for essentially years, so walking away without a buckle crushed me.”
Jen knew that the local Raleigh running community was a strong one; having discovered her love of ultras while volunteering at Umstead 100 back in 2021; she saw it first-hand and knew that there were resources available in her backyard.
“I volunteered at Aid Station 2 in the medical tent and was blown away,” Jen recalls. “There are things that I saw that made me second guess what I knew about emergency medicine! Now, looking back, I realize that ultrarunners are a different breed of people and not the typical unhealthy patient who requires medical care. Watching and learning from the experienced runners there that night made me realize how awesome the ultrarunning community is, and how there is a wealth of knowledge and experience here in Raleigh.”
After her DNF, Jen created the “Umstead Training Crew” Facebook page and added every runner in the area that she knew –people like John Goldfield, Physician Assistant and the current Umstead 100 Headquarters captain; Scott Perry, a local trail runner and 2024-25 Run Bum ambassador; best friend and fellow ultrarunner Katie Stanford, whom Jen affectionately refers to as her “Run Wife”; as well as close friends that Jen had been running with for years.
“I had been training for my first half marathon, and then my first full marathon, with a core group of great friends who ran with me in Umstead State Park every weekend for years. I knew that by putting everyone in a group together and begging for them to let me know when they were going to hit the trails, I’d never have an excuse to skip a run, and I’d have lots of friends to join me when I didn’t feel motivated to go. It never failed that I’d get back from a hard run and jump on Strava to see that a few of my friends had been running at the same time – sometimes at the same place just a few miles ahead or behind me. I hated that I could have been running with people that I enjoyed spending time with, and so I figured gathering them together in one place could help us find friends to run with.”
Soon, the group grew to include “friends of friends” and runners and volunteers Jen had met at the race. One of those runners was Cameron Martz.
“I met Cameron at the packet pick-up and spaghetti dinner the night before the race. He had met a few friends of mine and came out to Umstead with them to support it, and we hit it off.”
BECOMING TUFF
Now, a year and a half later, the “C-Suite” of TUFF includes Jen, Cameron, and Katie. The club officially became “TUFF Run Club” about a year ago after the Facebook group of around 100 decided they needed a club name.
“We were more than just my ‘Umstead Training Crew’ at that point. We had runners join that were just getting in to running, some that had yet to run their first race. We knew that we wanted to incorporate trail and ultra running in our name, because as many run clubs as Raleigh had, none of them were focused on trail ultras We also wanted a name that signified the family we had created and incorporated how silly we can sometimes be. None of us take ourselves very seriously, even the awesome athletes and semi-elite runners we have among us. What I love most about our group is that we see each other as equals, even now as we have people who come to hike or walk a couple of miles among those that have run 200 mile races. Some of us just love being outdoors, something I’m happy to promote.”
In September 2023, at the Sugg Farm Ultra - the first local ultra in nearby Holly Springs, NC - the club hard launched their new brand with their official name: Trail + Ultra Fun Fam Run Club – or, TUFF for short. What’s most funny about the name is that it wasn’t one that the group was originally even considering as an option.
“It’s not called ‘fluff’ run club, but it’s actually all the fluff that makes us a family. We do the hard things, but if we’re not laughing while doing it, we’re surrounded by friends we love who help us finish what we start.”
Fellowship on the Trails
“We had a Facebook poll open in our page with several club name ideas, and even had people arguing that we didn’t need an official name at all. But ‘TUFF’ wasn’t one of the original options! Katie came up with it and shared it to a small group of leaders, who I call ‘The OGs’, and we all jumped on it. I knew immediately it summarized us perfectly”, says Jen. Katie recalls, “I wanted a name that encompassed both ‘ultra’ and ‘trail’ to fully capture the range we see in our runners and hikers. ‘Ultra’ highlights the unique culture seen among those who go beyond the marathon, whereas ‘trail’ acknowledges the environment and nature that we are privileged to immerse ourselves into. Of course, the name is also ‘tough’ phonetically, which I love – it is perfect for the mindset of those who chose to run. It takes real grit to engage with nature in this way. ”
Focusing on the many natural areas surrounding Wake and Durham Counties, TUFF still meets primarily in Umstead State Park as the epicenter of their group activities. Jen says, “We started here, so it makes sense that our weekly group runs are still held here. We meet every Sunday morning for ‘Sunday Funday Runday’, or ‘SFR’ – a name I think the three of us came up with together and just went with.”
GROWINGTOGETHER GROWINGTOGETHER
The club's greatest success thus far is arguably their finishes at Umstead 100 this past April. With 25 runners lining up for the 100 miler and six for the 50 mile race, the group had whopping 80% and 100% finish rates, respectively – far greater than the averages for this event. Even more so, thanks to the Umstead 100 policy of recognizing 50 miles as an official distance for that that finish the distance, not one of the club runners has a DNF. While the group focuses on group running in Umstead throughout the year, they venture outside of Raleigh often. Jen shares, “ a bunch of us ran the Quest for the Crest races this past May and discovered how much fun it was to travel together to race. In August we visited the mountains of Western North Carolina where 46 of us camped out before GrandFurther 25K Mountain Run. Not everyone raced, some volunteered, others came to cheer, camp, and have fun But it was such a great time that we’ve unofficially decided that we will have to travel and camp together at least once a summer – maybe even more ”
Their latest big adventure? The race where they celebrated their one year “birthday”, Sugg Farm Ultra on September 14th TUFF’s support for the race, an UltraCulture event directed by Wes and Christa Claytor, began after finding the inaugural running of Sugg Farm Ultra on Ultra Signup last spring. Jen remembers how easy it was to get everyone on board.
“One of the things I love most about our group is how supportive we are. You tell one person you’re running a brand-new ultra or planning a camping trip the night before a hard mountain race, and within hours 40 people are signed up to go with you,” Jen notes.
Wes and Christa have been inducted into TUFF Run Club and don’t seem to mind that their race fields are heavily stacked with TUFF runners. Christa, upon learning that TUFF made up 87% of their volunteers for SFU, speak fondly of TUFF’s support.
“We seriously can’t thank TUFF enough Grateful is an understatement!”
Wes and Christa are looking forward to the TUFF effect at their next race, Agapé 50k and 100k in May, the first ultra in Fuquay-Varina, NC.
A BIGGER MISSION
Spreading the joy of trail and ultra running is the primary mission of TUFF, but another lesserknown mission is to support those in recovery from drug and alcohol abuse. Another local race, Oakwood 24 directed by Jon Frey, has been a recipient of “TUFF love” as well.
TUFF leaders and accomplished runners Andy Barrett (2024 WSER; 2023 Cocodona 250; and 11 time Lake-to-Ocean 100K finisher - with three wins) and Tony Mendez (proud 2024 Boston Qualifier running a 3-hour marathon) serve on the board of the race, and many more TUFF members are running the event. This 24-hour timed race raises money for Healing Transitions, whose mission is to offer innovative peer-based, recovery-oriented services to homeless, uninsured and underserved individuals with alcoholism and other drug addictions. Their program is specifically designed to rekindle a person’s desire and ability to return to a meaningful and productive life – something that resonates with many TUFF runners.
Frank and Sara Shingleton have found solace in TUFF. “Early in Frank's sobriety, we both struggled to find run clubs that were not centered around alcohol. Many local run clubs originated at breweries. Since TUFF runs originated on trails and in parks, alcohol was not present, nor celebratory (it is yummy snacks and coffee instead!). It quickly became a naturally comfortable fellowship of like-minded, supportive friends that were accepting of sobriety and individual struggles. We both support Healing Transitions and are ambassadors for the Herren Project which supports people with substance use disorder and their families. TUFF has become a safe place that we treasure.
In the year and a half since the club’s inception, TUFF and TUFF runners have been featured on some familiar podcasts including Carolina Ultra Runners, The Ultra Running Guys, and The Adventure Jogger, and for the first time in print, here in East Coast Ultra Running Magazine. As such, the club has seen a tremendous increase in attendance at their weekly group runs and other events. Jen, Cam, and Katie hope that growing TUFF doesn’t simply increase membership size but helps people struggling with finding a healthy place to belong.
TUFF’s mission of sharing the joy of running while fostering camaraderie, celebrating diversity, promoting healthy living, ensuring inclusivity, and advocating for the protection of parks and trails is a constant focus of the club and its activities. And since the club’s appellation includes the phrase “fun fam”, you can expect some element of fun and silliness in this family wherever they go.
TUFF Run Club meets in Umstead State Park in Raleigh, NC weekly; volunteers at Umstead 100 each year; and runs in trail and ultra races across the East Coast. TUFF can be found on Facebook, Instagram, and Strava and welcomes all runners, hikers, and walkers to join them in their activities.
JEN SHELTER
There is No Finish: The Backyard Ultra Story, tells the story of a relatively new phenomenon in the ultrarunning scene: the Backyard Ultra. At first glance, these races seem anathema to ultra runners, with their endless loops of a 4.1 mile course. Yet there is something tantalising the format. Perhaps it is the social aspect, where each hour all the runners line up together, ready to once again attempt the course, with the best of the best together with the plodders. Or perhaps it is simply the psychological challenge, the prospect of pushing your body and mind to new limits without knowing when you will stop. Somehow it has worked, as in 13 years it has grown from one race of 32 people in Tennessee to, in 2024, almost 500 events in over eights countries.
THE BACKYARD ULTRA STORY
The book begins by introducing the race director, Lazarus Lake, and showcases some of his earlier, less-known, but still fascinating races. It then explores the origins of the race itself and the key factors in its early growth. Surprisingly, the Covid-19 pandemic proved to be catalytic, with several events in response to that catapulting it into the public running consciousness
“The world’s best gathered at Lazarus Lake’s literal backyard for the world championships.”
The second half of the book explores some of the great Backyard stories of recent years. The 2022 World Team Championships had 37 countries simultaneously hosting their own team championships, whilst also competing against one another to see which 15-person team could go furthest collectively. Then in 2023, vegan Badwater champion Harvey Lewis flew from Ohio to the tiny town of Nanango, Australia, to compete in a Backyard at Dead Cow Gully, on a cattle farm. His presence attracted he best runners from Australia and New Zealand, and an epic battle ensued. All of this was a warm-up only for later in the year, when the world’s best gathered at Lazarus Lake’s literal backyard for the world championships.
Through all these races, and more, Stephen Parker weaves a fascinating tale. He brings the runners to life and captures well the drama in each of the events. The book will be available in selected independent bookstores and online order from October 12.
I’ve been fascinated by the idea of the Backyard for a while. It took me a few years of following them before I jumped in myself, and after I did my first, I was hooked. I loved watching the various races around the world, from the live video streams to the online chatter to the race reports afterwards. Then one day I was sitting in a conference, when suddenly the idea came to me that someone needed to write a book about this amazing sport.
There were just so many amazing stories that I knew of, even before I started research, and it shocked me that noone else had written a book yet about it. By the end of the conference that day I’d put together a possible chapter outline for the book and a plan of attack. I made contact with Lazarus Lake to make sure none else had already beaten me to it, and he was more than happy to help me out. I then began digging further, reaching out to runners around the world, and soon I was overwhelmed with too many fantastic stories.
Stephen Parker
By: Colette Alesi
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THERE ARE NUMEROUS CORRECTIVE EXERCISES TO RETRAIN THE GLUTES, STARTING WITH SIMPLE ISOLATION EXERCISES AND PROGRESSING TO MOTION AND ROTATIONAL WORK. HERE ARE A FEW SIMPLE EXERCISES TO GET YOU STARTED:
Hip Hike
HIp Extension
Hip Extension:
While lying on a ball, squeeze your glutes and lift your legs until they're in line with your torso. Keep your core engaged and knees straight.
Wall Push
Wall Push: Stand facing away from a wall, place one foot on the wall, and push against it while driving the opposite arm forward and the other arm back. Repeat with the other leg.
Rotational & Lateral Hip Control Exercise for Runners: With a slight knee bend on the standing leg, perform slow, controlled rotation of the upper body while keeping the knee and pelvis facing forward. Relax the foot and lengthen through your big toe, keeping tension on the resistance band.
Side-Lying Hip Abduction: Lie on your side with legs straight and stacked. Lift the top leg towards the ceiling without tilting the hips backward. Slowly lower it to the starting position without resting on the bottom leg.
Trail forward.
Colette Alesi PT,CES,PES,CNS
BY: LAUREN O’ DONNELL
My alarm went off at 2:00am and I jolted awake, although I wasn’t sure if I had ever been fully asleep. I made some coffee, ate a waffle, and before I knew it, it was time to leave my hotel room and head down the street to the start line. I was nervous but calm at the same time, and in the quiet moments of the early morning I could hardly believe it was actually time. This was Burning River, and I was about to run 100 miles for the first time. There was quiet energy at the start line as we counted down and took off, winding through the neighborhood streets before we hit the trails. Everyone was focused, settling in, a sea of headlamp bubbles moving to the sounds of bullfrogs and crickets. We made our way down the trails and along the river, and as the sun rose we already had a good chunk of miles behind us. The entire Burning River course is a beautiful and challenging mix of trails that traverse several parks, including the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. (This is one of the very few races permitted in a national park.) As an out and back course, runners get to experience parts of the course in fresh ways, at different times of day or night on the way out versus the way back. The dew glinted off the grass in an early morning section. The field of purple flowers looked extra pretty as the cool of the evening came onto the section of hilly, grassy trail that us locals refer to as “The Sound of Music Hills.” Tree roots looked a little gnarlier at 2:00am. Some cows in a pasture stared curiously in the dark, probably thinking us runners were complete weirdos. If you’re like me, someone who didn’t finish in the night hours, you also got treated to a second sunrise. That sun shining through the trees on the second morning brought a new joy and a new smile to my face. We were getting close to that finish line.
My race held two goals: to finish and to have fun. Throughout the day I met many other runners, had conversations about all kinds of things, and got to share something incredibly special with total strangers that became instant friends I reconnected with Mary, who I’d met in last year’s Burning River race. We had both run our first 50 miler and were back to go for 100. We shared the first 30 miles together, chatting and catching up about the last year, and calling each other Olympians. It was thanks to our conversation that my headspace settled into a solid spot I ran with Corey, who shared about her prior year DNF and all that she learned, and how she was back this year to get that 100 mile finish. After so many miles we lost touch but I saw her again with only a few miles left to go; we hugged and celebrated what we were about to do The mile 70 aid station had several younger kids there volunteering at late night hours. Their energy and enthusiasm was awesome, as well as their skill at decorating the place in an Olympic theme, as the Paris Olympics had just kicked off. As soon as I crossed the finish line, I was handed a 100 Mile buckle by Rizza, who I had met via a Facebook post about the race several days before. She recognized me and gave me an excited congratulatory hug.
The team of crew and pacers I had was next level incredible, working their magic to make sure I was well taken care of and moving through each mile The race directors made sure to deliver an extremely well marked course and top notch event. And volunteers provided support and cheers every 4-5 miles. This camaraderie is what defines the trail and ultra community the mostimmense support from every single person out on the course, whether they were a runner, volunteer or crew support. It’s humbling, and also an incredible wind in your sails as you attempt to achieve a wild goal.
It’s now the Monday evening after the race. Reflecting with sore legs and a shiny new belt buckle, it’s hard to believe that what I started training and preparing for 7 months ago has now come to a close. My gear is still in totes all over my floor. if I unpack it does it mean it’s over? The distance we covered on foot is far but when you live in the present moment for each mile, it becomes one adventure after another that somehow fits a million memories into 30 hours. After a few days the soreness will subside, but I’ll be left with the proof that we can do hard things We can accomplish whatever we set out to do - we just have to try Most people define a “why” to cling to in the pursuit of their goal. But for me, I didn’t have a “why.” I had a “why not?” Why not go for it? Why not bet on yourself? My answer will always be to go for it.
Lauren O’Donnell
LABOR OF LOVE
By: JD Mcgee
THE HERREN PROJECT
Strange how what would become the Labor of Love 100 Journey Run evolved Originally, I simply wanted to run 100-miles without all the race hoopla and timing and buckles, just take off without warning, use stores and public parks to resupply, and post the results to Strava when I was done without explanation I looked at Hobe Sound to Miami Beach because, after running Keys 100, Miami 100, and Space Pirate 100 in the span of a year, this was the next logical section to keep plugging away at to eventually complete all of A1A in Florida.
At some point, I realized a run like this would purely be an exercise of ego with little purpose, ultimately, than to tell the world, “hey, look at me” like some gesticulating peacock. So, I decided to try and find a way to make this benefit society in some form and settled on The Herren Project, a non-profit that supports recovery efforts for drug and alcohol addiction.
Recovery is an issue near and dear to me because I myself am six years into my own recovery journey after decades of addiction and alcoholism. The Herren Project was quick to respond and provide a fundraising framework via personalized webpage. Thus the Labor of Love 100 Journey Run was born.
The event name is indicative of the parts: the run occurs over Labor Day weekend and the effort has no extrinsic reward beyond what it does for others.
A little bit of quick networking on Facebook garnered up a surprising excess of support not only in the form of donations but in willing participants. Some wanted to meet us along the way to offer supplies and cheer, some wanted to join for miles, and a few wanted to do the whole thing! The overflow of patronage for little else than a good cause speaks volumes of our South Florida running community.
L2O and Just Survive RD Jeff Stephens provided me the 4am ride to Hobe Sound Beach where I was joined by a stout group of runners who’d go various distances: Dave Goldstein, Renzo Vega, Adriana Finol, Amy Columbo, Brian Schuyler and Nicole Armbruster. Along the way, we’d be joined by Mark Montegomery, Pete Horan, Naomi Kamasawa, Laura Bradley, and Eric Winter along with Eric Tatum and Brett Burnbaum. We might as well have been meeting for a weekend long run; relaxingly, we gathered up for a group photo and without much ado, took off South down A1A.
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The elapsed time for the 100.2-mile run was 33 Hours, 14-minutes and 8-seconds. This would be my slowest 100-mile effort, but that’s to be expected. Pace was never a concern to start with; also, I was uncrewed and supported myself primarily using stores and public parks. In the final breakdown, the stops constituted over 5-total hours, meaning that with a competent crew, this would have been a 28-hour effort, probably. Not that it mattered. Finally done at Allison Park in North Beach. What did matter, in the end, was the 20-some people who took time out of their holiday weekend to participate in a charity event, which, through the generosity of nearly 50 donors, raised almost $3,000 for resources related to recovery from drug addiction and alcohol abuse. This magnanimity is emblematic of the upstanding character of our ultrarunning community. Three of us intrepid souls ran through several major metropolitan areas and numerous towns with no crews and limited access to resources, not for a buckle but for love of ourselves and our fellow man. As far as adventures go, there is hardly more worthy an effort than that.
JD Mcgee
The Labor of Love 100 Journey Run despite the unforeseen adversities and hardships, the support and unity within the running community prevailed, culminating in the completion of the challenging journey. The Labor of Love 100 Journey Run stands as a testament to the resilience, compassion, and determination of the human spirit, reflecting the profound impact that a collective endeavor for a noble cause can achieve. The event's profound impact on the community, both in raising funds for the recovery efforts and demonstrating the spirit of solidarity and perseverance, serves as an inspiration to others.
