Heat, Humidity, Hills & Horseflies - My Allegheny Trail Runners Trail Fest 12 Hour Race Report

July 13, 2019

Start of the first lap with Elmo.
(No sanity present in this photo.)
(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

Not finishing the C&O Canal 100 at the end of April left me in a funk. A state of not wanting to run at all. I told a friend that I felt lost on trails that I've run for years. I also came away from the C&O Canal with a funky injury to my right foot so my brain even had a tangible excuse not to run.

On The C&O Canal before the sleepmonster came to visit.

I needed an event in the future that I could look forward to, an event that could lead me back to where I needed to be. I saw the Allegheny Trailrunners were hosting a "Trail Fest" offering three different timed events of 3, 6 and 12 hours. I had always wanted do a timed run so I entered the 12 hour event. If nothing else it would be a good chance to catch up with my friends from that part of Pennsylvania.

May 2019

The month of May was as if it didn't happen. It hurt to even tie my right shoe and I think I barely ran 30 miles the entire month. June rolled around and I got off the pity party sofa and started training again. June also came with more head-space therapy in the form of an extremely relaxing visit to the beach with Janice, Cody and our Moms. I hadn't had any long runs to speak of since the sleepy 75 miles on the C&O toe path, but while driving to Bald Eagle, PA I felt trained enough to have some fun for half a day of moving on the trail.

The Trail Fest, in its first year, was held at Camp Anderson Boy Scout Camp in Bald Eagle Pennsylvania, just outside Tyrone, about half way between Altoona and State College; yep - sort of in the middle of nowhere. Camp Anderson has quite the story behind its current existence and it's now open to public use. Having been to numerous Boy Scouts Camps during my life I envisioned mellow camp paths that lead from camp to camp or merit badge station to merit badge station. Easy walking paths, so even the oldest and least fit of Scout leaders can handle it. My guess was that if I had 12 hours on that type of terrain, my goal would be 50 miles.

I made a brief visit to the main lodge that was buzzing with Scouts wearing their Class A uniforms preparing for their closing camp fire ceremony. Just up the road from there I found Ben Mazur, the club president and race director, sort of sitting in a car making a last minute sign of some kind. Gimpy with a broken toe he was hobbling around and eventually found his way to a chair off his feet in the shade. I was extremely early because I wanted to be able to park near the course, so I could both sleep in my Jeep and use it as my own mini-aid station during the run . Nobody was there yet, but Ben, Mark and Scott who were setting up and I felt confident I'd get the parking spot I wanted; so I handed off a good will six pack of beer to Ben and headed up the road to get dinner.

Race Director Bribe

#hümabeing

I'm not going to name the place where I ate, because  I think they knowingly poisoned me. I had seen it after I got off the main highway and it was not far from the camp. It was one of those places that when an outsider walks in, all conversations about the second amendment are interrupted and every head turns to look. I don't know if it was the pastel green #hümabeing t-shirt I was wearing or my choice of socks, but while I sat at the counter I felt at least one person was staring at all times. I watched the weather channel, ate my Fireman's Burger and hit the road back to camp.

Injinji - thanks Ray!

My Camp/Aid Station

Got back to camp, decided on a parking spot next to a big pile of rocks, set up camp and made my way to the pavilion that would be the next day's aid station. There was spaghetti for everyone and I had stomach space so I ate again hopefully ensuring I was fueled for 12 hours of running. The number of Allegheny Trail Runners and other trail runners was now growing and to top it off, everyone's favorite Vol State Roadside Sleeper; Elmo Snively arrived. After a couple of fire side cold ones, I crashed for the night in the back of my Jeep.

Just after 5am, I woke up with a horrible rumbling in my lower stomach. I needed to get up and get to the bathroom which was about a half mile away. I hustled and I made it without incident, but now I felt worse and my stomach felt completely empty. It was a cool morning in the 60's, but I was perspiring like I had a fever. Normally I eat at least a light breakfast before an ultra, but my gut was in a bad way; so eating was out of the question.

Registration went smoothly and it was cool to see how the number of runners had grown. I pinned on my number and made sure to wake up Elmo, who was sleeping in his car parked next to me. The start/finish area was buzzing as the trail fest took shape. Brush Mountain Running & Outdoors was there, a fixture at Allegheny Trail Runners events.  The North Face was a sponsor and Appalachian Outdoors from State College was there representing them. Standing Stone Coffee from Huntingdon was there pressing some tasty dark brew and food was available in the main hall.

(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

Furrer Beverage would be there later with cold beer for post race partying. Lance from Momentum Photography was there bright and early snapping photos while the event took shape. I enjoyed a cup of coffee and chilled with Elmo while waiting for our turn to take the trails.

The three hour runners took off first and we waited through the six hour crew as well and then it was our turn to begin our 12 hour day circling the camp. Prior to the start, the feverish sweating had passed, in fact the coffee went down well. I rolled out trotting along with Elmo comparing our plans for the day. Elmo was running in sandals with KT Tape on his feet where he expected hot spots or blisters. No they weren't sandals designed for running, they were basically men's sandals like you'd find at Walmart. Elmo said he was on The Couch to 12 Hour Training Plan as he had literally gotten of the couch the day before.

We weren't even around the large parade grounds when the fever sweat returned and my gut was needing another visit to the bathroom. We were about a half mile into our first lap and I was already ducking off the course looking for relief for my rumbling belly. This process would repeat itself 2 laps later, so three laps into the run, my body was empty of nutrients; I was now a bonk waiting to happen.

Early morning sunbeams.
(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

I felt better, no more fever and no more upset stomach; but I knew to keep going I would need to consciously force-feed myself. I ran the first 4 laps carrying nothing, but after that, every lap I carried a bottle and stopped at my Jeep and dosed with Tailwind, Huma Chia Energy Gels, Pickle Juice and whatever else got near my mouth. It was also about that time that the temperature and humidity began to build. I had equipped myself with a small cooler of cooling towels in an ice water bath and those things are a God-send on hot humid days. These breaks typically took 1-2 minutes and I was back on my way. Through the day, I drank 6 bottles of Tailwind, 6 bottles of water (and that doesn't count the times I refilled at the sink outside of the camp bathhouse), 6 bottles of Pickle Juice, 3 cans of Coke, 2 cans of Mountain Dew and 2 cans of Red Bull. I ate 8 Huma Energy Gels, 2 packs of Clif Bloks, maybe a dozen Pierogies at the aid station and as much watermelon as I could stomach. I was refusing to bonk or dehydrate.

Eating!
This was my first event wearing the new Suunto Factory Team gear.
I was told I looked like a walking billboard...mission accomplished :-)
(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

And about the course, the night before the run I heard a woman say she was no longer expecting to get 50 miles now that she had seen the rocky part in that hilly section. I almost I hurt my neck when my head whipped around, "rocky part?"..."hilly section?"... Others who were there, mainly race organizer folks, dispelled this rumor of hills and rocks; but on the first lap it was evident that the back side of the course was tough. The route did begin at the main lodge of the camp with a gentle lap around a large field before disappearing into the woods.

"In and around the lake" ~ Yes
(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

At that point you were greeted by shoe sucking mud and soon you were scooting along the lake, before crossing through the camp over a damaged bridge that bounced and up a little hill and around the shooting ranges and a chapel. From there the course was back on a camp path that had recently been filled with fine loose gravel, which was nearly as fun as running on loose sand. Reaching a road, the easy camp path part of the course was over and the hills began. The first time we hit the hills I still felt awful and I wondered if I'd even complete a marathon. Just before the climbs started, there were small trees that had been cut off to make the trail, with about 3 or 4 inches still sticking up. Many, but not all had yellow caution tape wrapped around them. I found one that didn't have yellow tape and I fell hard. Now 26 miles was even in question. After I began my twelve hour eating and drinking fest I changed my mind again and went back to hoping for 40 miles...the 50 mile goal was definitely gone though.

In a hurry it got hot and humid. I read afterwards that the official high for the day in Tyrone was 88° and the dew point wasn't far behind. Thankfully the weather archive I checked didn't list the "feels like" temperature, but I'm sure that index was in the 90's. I had a good plan in place for that and it seemed to work. Hyper hydration and dousing myself with ice water every lap kept me going.

Soaked.
(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

I did eventually catch up to Elmo again and we walked a lap together. Walking a lap wasn't too much slower than my running a lap so it was cool to spend the time with him. I was bitching about the horse flies and he told me I need to eat more garlic. I had started the day wearing a trailhat and changed to a visor, giving the horse flies easy access to my bald head. I switched to a trucker hat to try to win that battle, but they were biting me right through my t-shirt. (Mark Lauber did hook me up with insect repellent later, which worked wonders) By now Elmo had some pretty serious blisters and to make matters worse, he was pissed that some other guy had already dropped out and now he couldn't finish last. Elmo was also bitching about the hill and he aptly named it "Stupid Hill".  I asked about the subsequent hills and he said, "it's all Stupid Hill". I had other names for it. Commiserating with a fellow goof ball ultra runner did feel good.

It was around 25 miles I started to feel seriously fatigued from the heat so I took a little longer visit to the Jeep, but I still hoped for 40 miles. My Suunto 9 watch wasn't matching what Mark had come up with when he made the official measurement of the course and that coupled with having no idea how many laps I had run, I wasn't real sure how much more I needed to reach 40 miles. Any ultra runner will tell you that it's a bad idea to try to do math while you're running; let your crew do it. Well, I was crewless and clueless so I just kept moving and I decided I didn't really care about the distance and focused on the fact that I was having fun.

Each lap ended with passing by the main lodge where others who had already finished the shorter events were hanging out and cheering on those still running. Ben Mazur was there as well and on every lap it seemed he had a different name for me; Jerry, Larry, Barry, Hsrry, etc. There was that temptation to quit and party, but the fun encouragement also kept me going. Ralph and his wife Monica appeared on one of the laps so I knew the beer for later had arrived, but still I avoided the temptation to stop.

(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

Yes I used my Jeep as a personal aid station, but there was an official aid station as well and the cheering those folks provided made it impossible to quit. I ended the day officially with 21 laps or 37.59 miles (my watch had 38.88 miles, but who's counting?). It was just what I needed to get back to running.

After waiting for the last couple of 12 hour runners to finish, Ben had a nice awards ceremony with plenty of food and yes, cold beer. Every finisher got a cool pile of swag and their distance was announced. This was the first year for this event and I'm sure Ben will tell you that first-year headaches were plenty, but it was still a great success and I'm sure in future runnings it'll only get better.

One of my highlights was the wildlife on the day. I saw a small Bear out on the course (I saw a larger one later as well when I was changing clothes to drive home). I did drive home that night, many stayed to camp another night and party around the camp fire. I highly recommend coming out to next year's trail fest.

Another highlight and I'm sure some didn't even realize what this photograph was. On one lap, just after the lake I saw an enormous Heron fly up from the stream and then I saw Lance with his camera. He said he didn't think he got a shot, but here it is. I'm not sure if anyone other than the two of us saw it, great shot Lance!

(Thanks to Momentum Photography.)

New sticker from the trail fest.

High Water, Hills, Deep Mud & A Thousand Diapers. - My Dirty Kiln Trail Race Report

April 8, 2017

Fun Run At Canoe Creek State Park
*Photo Taken By Mike McNeil

Out of the blue one afternoon I received a Facebook message from Todd Lewis, an ultra running friend from Altoona Pennsylvania. He told me I needed to come run his club's race, The Dirty Kiln Trail Half Marathon; he was sure I'd love it. He even offered me a coupon code to use when registering. I should probably pause and explain something about Toddzilla (as he's known).

Toddzilla, Mr. Picklepower Himself

Over time, Todd and some of the other guys who are Allegheny Trail Runners have become friends. We've had some pretty good times together. Probably more importantly in the world of ultra running, we've been through some pretty tough times too. Those challenging experiences or rough patches during ultras have a magical ability to draw people together. This was just a thirteen mile race, but heck if Todd was going to go out of his way to invite me; I was going to run his race. I don't have anything scheduled until the C&O Canal 100 at the end of the month, so as long as I can get through it uninjured, it'll be a fun training run with friends.

Somehow Janice and I thought it was be a good idea to go to the Harrisburg Senators' home opener Friday night before the race. It was barely 39͒ and the winds were howling around our left field seats. Yeah, it was bitter cold for baseball. We were freezing so we only made it through the 5th inning and the Senators got clobbered [Ironically they were playing the Pittsburgh Pirates affiliate Altoona Curve]. I was starving when we got home so I had the brilliant idea of eating an entire frozen pizza in hopes of dumping some carbs into me before bed. It probably wasn't a great idea because after a night of tossing and turning, 4:30am came pretty quickly.

The scenic two hour drive to Canoe Creek State Park went quickly. I was pretty psyched to see the place, as neither of us had ever been to the park before. I was barely out of the Jeep and heading to pick up my bib number and I ran into Todd. As a race director, he was busy of course so after a warm welcome and a big hug; I got out of his way. Heading to the registration table I ran into the ATR's Chief Entertainment Officer and Vol State Crazy, Elmo Snively 😎. He was working the event as well and sent me off with an, "enjoy the hills". Previously Todd had told me to bring my poles and now, "enjoy the hills", I was now wondering what hills were waiting for me. Heading back to the Jeep I saw one of the day's Life Guards, Ralph Smith driving a van with Elmo and Todd heading out to their positions on the course. Ralph of course said something like, "____ this, we're going for a beer"...honestly it sounded much better than running up hills.

Ralph "Budman" - Skilled At Making Arm Warmers Into Leg warmers.

Janice and I were both out of our element here, we're both used to much longer events. In fact, when I told her I had signed up for a half marathon, she laughed at me. She wondered why I would drive two hours to run just 13 miles. She understood when I told her who's event it was. Janice asked if there was a map of the course and we couldn't even find a map of the park. It was April and the park's busy season hadn't yet begun, so most of the facilities were still locked up for the winter. The majority of those in attendance didn't need a map, they're from the area and quite familiar with the park. Janice was just looking to maybe see me along the course somewhere. I only ever ran one trail half marathon and I really didn't even know how to prepare for this distance. I'm used to planning nutrition, hydration and gear needs over a period of many hours. I ate my normal breakfast (a banana and a couple of ClifBar Organic Breakfast Meals), but that was probably just out of habit. Just before the start I gobbled down a ClifBar Gel and sucked on a salt tablet and I was carrying a bottle full of Tailwind so I figured I was good to go. I had trekking poles with me and Adam McGinnis, another of my adopted ATR Brothers, helped me to find a place to stash them so I could pick them up for the second/hilly lap. Ben Mazur was standing near the start line with his megaphone at the ready and after a few thank-yous and Ben-like remarks we were off.

The Bens Ready To Get Us On The Trail

I was immediately awoken from my ultra runner trance, as I mozied through the tall grass I quickly realized how fast everyone else was starting out. I noticed that Matt Lipsey(Matthias Lipshitz - the eventual race winner) was up ahead and had already separated himself from the pack.No one was near him and we really weren't even out of the start area yet. I tried to step up my pace and I immediately felt like crap. My breathing was ragged and my legs felt heavy, I looked at my watch and my heart rate was pegging. What the heck? Man was I in the wrong place, what had Todd gotten me into? I'm hardly ever in a hurry, much less run fast; now what? I never even warm up before a race, I usually have all day for that; not today.

Janice Got A Shot Of Me Still In The Same Frame As Matt

I backed off my pace and even walked a couple of strides on a little hill until my breathing and heart rate felt normal again. Before I knew it we were queuing up to cross a stream. There were two stream crossings on this course which meant if you chose to run the half marathon (there was also a 5 mile race option) you crossed each one twice. I over heard a Park Ranger watching the waders say, "this is the highest I've seen it for this event". Thursday prior to the race, most of Pennsylvania had gotten dumped on by a major rain storm. This stream was high and it was flowing quickly, but it wasn't very wide so we were through it quickly.

The course went around the lake at Canoe Creek State Park and the first lap was just over five miles, so if you were running the 5 mile event; after one lap you were done. There was really only one climb on that first lap. For the half marathon the second lap repeated the first four miles until being diverted to a different section of the park for the remaining mileage. This year the race was being called the Dirt(ier) Kiln Trail Race as the majority of the course was mud. Some of it was that deep sucking mud that will pull your shoes right off your feet. I learned my lesson at the Algonquin 50K and my shoes were tied nice and tight. There was an aid station just before the second water crossing and Elmo and another volunteer were at the ready with runner's needs. I was surprised there was an aid station in such a short run, but if there wasn't; who knows what Elmo may have been up to otherwise? The second water crossing was where Ralph was stationed standing in the water at the ready if anyone fell or got into trouble crossing the creek. [Even after seeing photos, I'm still not sure what Ralph was wearing to stay warm as the water was quite chilly.] Todd was there too, directing traffic so the turn wasn't missed.

The Second Stream Crossing
*Photo Taken By Bradley Pike

The first lap was fun, and as I entered the start/finish area I looked for my poles and my other water bottle. Janice told me she hadn't seen anyone else using poles so I ditched them and took off to start the second lap. I was feeling good, but I was still running conservatively as I knew there were climbs here somewhere. I splashed through the first stream, asked Elmo for a cold IPA, his aid station was all out, and then I got to the second stream crossing. To that point I had been running behind two young guys and passed them when it seemed they stopped to place their lunch order with Elmo.

Adam Making A Splash
*Photo Taken By Bradley Pike

Lifeguard Ralph greeted me again and said, "it's all hills from here Perry, right in your wheelhouse", honestly I thought he knew me better than that. Hills? Can't stand hills! The second time through, there was no Todd telling us to turn, in fact we went straight leading right to the first climb.

Playing In The Water With Ralph
*Photo Taken By Liam Clarke

I knew I only had about four miles to go so I decided to have some fun. I had left those two guys at the aid station drive through window and I looked over my shoulder to see they weren't chasing. I looked ahead and saw a guy in a red shirt and decided to see if I could catch him. I passed him and the game was on. The following hills provided quite a few others for me to try to chase. There was one runner who changed my private little game though. I passed him on a climb and shortly thereafter he passed me on the following descent. This was not in my plans. That happened at least one more time with him before I finally passed him for the last time. I caught a few others and I was surprised how some were really struggling on these hills. Don't get me wrong, some were pretty steep, but I also believe some of these folks had gone out way too fast and hadn't saved anything for these climbs.

Dirty Kiln Elevation Profile
Business In The Front/Party In The Back

I passed another guy who also passed me going downhill. What the heck, was I being a wuss going downhill? I passed him on the next climb and he followed me through some rocky stuff where I saw Todd standing. I think he was there to mark coordinates in case anyone fell off the mountain here. We were up in the air and the view was amazing. Todd asked me how I liked their little mountain, I think he could tell I was loving it. On the next downhill that guy was still with me and I decided to run him off my heels and keep him behind me and gap him more on the climb I could see coming. It worked and he fell off my pace and now I could see my next and final target. There was a young woman ahead of me and I passed her on the climb. I'll be damned if she didn't pass me right away going down the next hill. I worked to hang with her pace and I passed easily on the next climb. I looked at my watch and recognized some terrain so I knew we had to be near the finish so I decided to run away from her too and soon I found the finish line alone. I know the folks I passed had no clue I was playing a little game in my head, but I sure had a blast using them as incentive to push myself on those climbs.

The Hills Behind Me & The Finish Line In Sight

A Dirty Kiln

Surviving the finish without injury, Janice and I decided to look around the park. I told her about the amazing kilns we had seen on the course and said she needed to see them. I sort of knew the direction to go to find them and she had eventually found a park map. Canoe Creek State Park is laced with limestone which was dug up and reduced to Lime for use in the booming iron and steel industries of Pennsylvania. The ruins of two 1900's era lime kilns are still in the park. The kilns we visited had been operated by the Blair Limestone Company between 1891 and 1916 and are still quite intact. These particular kilns produced Lime for Jones & Laughlin Steel. The quarries that produced the Limestone were behind these kilns and up the hill. We didn't go to the quarries, I wasn't real interested in going uphill anymore that day. Looking at the map though, it seems we ran very near them during the race.

Pretty Cool Things To Run Past In A Race

Kilns Viewed From Above

We also couldn't site see too long as we had a very important date after the race. A surprise diaper party was being thrown for Elmo at a nearby restaurant. Elmo and Mikalee (recently Sainted) are expecting a baby girl in May. Ben Mazur had tipped me off to the party and Janice went to work Friday night making a diaper cake for the occasion. We made our way to Marzoni's and found a pretty good sized group of jovial trail runners yucking it up with everyone's favorite Tennessee road-side sleeper Elmo.

Proper Diaper Party Attire

Elmo And 1000 Diapers

Matt Lipsey brought an adult diaper for Elmo to wear, it was a diaper party after all. I was starving, so Nachos, a Jalapeno Popper Bacon Burger and Marzoni's Avalanche IPA satisfied that need. We seemingly overwhelmed the pie-eyed waiter (I blame the Bens - yes there were two), but we survived his inattentiveness and had a good time anyway. It was tough to part company with these nuts, but we had to head back to Harrisburg and besides, I'm sure I'll see them on the trail soon enough.

While the Allegheny Trail Runners I call friends run ultras, it looks like their real skill is putting on awesome events. The Dirty Kiln Trail Races kicks off their year, The Rock'N The Knob Trail Challenge is in September, Sweat For Vets Powerclimb 5K/10K is in November and they have group runs throughout the year. They're focused on fun and quality events and they're good runners too. Check out their website http://www.alleghenytrailrunners.com/ and go run their events!

At the time of writing this, I'm nursing a strained right calf. Out for a routine lunch run, I ran behind a car waiting for traffic to clear, it drifted backwards and I took a terribly awkward step to avoid being hit. That clumsy landing brought a shooting pain up the outside of my right calf muscle and I spent much of that run's remaining three miles walking. Yes I'm running a hundred in just a few days so it's rest, ice, ibuprofen, Arnika cream and compression socks for me. I will rehab, I will be at that start line. See you all after the C&O Canal 100.




Hey look! Bonus stuff!

Check out Ben & Elmo's Brew2Brew 100K Adventure:

Elmo's Blog Post - https://elmosendurance.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/brew2brew100k/
Ben's Blog Post - https://bendivertsthenorm.wordpress.com/