Glacier Ridge Trail 50 Race Report - Ya' Gotta' Have Heart

May 14, 2016

Sunrise Over Lake Arthur

Barely two weeks after bumbling across the finish line at the C&O Canal 100, I found myself standing at the start line for the Glacier Ridge Trail 50 miler. I was full of mixed feelings, I felt that because I took very little time for recovery I didn't belong there, but at the same because of my preparation I did belong there. The truth was that because I made a very simple mistake in scheduling, I was forcing myself to attempt something I may fail. Janice once said that 50 miles had started to feel like a short distance for me, but believe me I don't take 50 miles or any distance for granted. With that said though, I've run the distance a few times and by now I know what to expect and what I need to do to get to the finish. This time though I had handicapped myself to a point that I might not see that finish line.

As I drove on the PA Turnpike west towards Pittsburgh, I knew that I needed to follow through if for no other reason, but to punish myself for making such a stupid mistake. Have you ever looked at the calendar and you looked at a date at the end of one month and then a date in the next and it appeared that there was a lot more days in between than there really were? Ok, maybe you haven't, but that's what I did. I thought I saw more time between events and I registered for both. It's that simple. I could've stayed home and wasted the money I had spent, but that would never have set well with me so now here I was looking for The Jennings Environmental Education Center near Slippery Rock Pennsylvania. 

Roadside Snowman Near Moraine State Park

When I think of glaciers I really don't think of Pennsylvania. The fact of the matter is that four continental glaciers creeped to a point just north of the present day Moraine State Park. While these advancing glaciers formed other lakes in the region, Lake Arthur at Moraine was formed by the damming of Muddy Creek in 1970. The Glacier Ridge Trail runs take place at Moraine State Park and along with the 50 miler, there's a 50k, 30k and 50 mile relay. The Glacier Ridge Trail itself is 14.8 miles long and runs from the west end of the park along the banks of Lake Arthur to the Jennings Environmental Education Center and it's part of the much longer North Country Trail. The course is kind of Y shaped with about 8,000' of elevation gain. The start/finish is at McDanels Boat Launch on Lake Arthur and follows the Glacier Ridge Trail to Rt. 528, a main road that runs through the park. That point is also the location of the main aid station where drop bags were allowed as we would visit that point three times during the run. From there the course headed to the Jennings Environmental Center and returned to 528 after a loop through the center's beautiful trails. After a second visit to Rt. 528, it was time to head out on the second out and back on forestry roads to form the other part of the Y. After a return to the Rt. 528 aid station and a retracing your steps back to the boat launch on the GRT, the 50 mile route was complete.

I traveled out Friday afternoon and visited the Jennings Center to pick up my race packet. They were also offering a pre-race dinner, but I didn't eat there. Instead, I ended up at The Pig Iron Public House, a fun little Gastro Pub next to my hotel in Mars. College graduations in the area made finding a room closer to the start impossible, but it was no big deal; a 30 minute drive in the morning would be fine.

This has become my favorite pre-race breakfast - thanks ClifBar!

I found the start line at the boat launch easy enough, got my timing chip and put my drop bag with the others and waited for the start. I know no one in the area and I only knew one guy running this race, David Lister, and coincidentally when heading to dinner I passed him on the highway. What are the chances? We exchanged waves.  I caught up with him before the start, we laughed about seeing each other on the road. We also sort of laughed at me for having just run a hundred and I had the pleasure of meeting David's brother Patrick. I had hoped to meet the newest Lister, but Skyler, David's new baby girl hadn't come to the start line.

After brief instructions and a reminder to not stray off the trail in the Jennings Center, we were off. At 6:30 the weather was beautiful, partly cloudy and low 50's. I knew however the weather would change and we were likely to be running in rain most of the day. To stay warm when the weather turned, I wore a long sleeve lycra layer under my ClifBar t-shirt. I began to think it was a mistake, because I got pretty warm quickly.

Photo by MOMENTUM PHOTOGRAPHY

The perfect weather lasted about 75 minutes when the rain started and that's when my body temperature did a u-turn, now I was getting cold the wetter I got. As we descended to the Rt. 528 aid station we were only 10 miles in and now on top of being cold, my quads felt like someone had driven pikes into them. The short break since my last ultra was definitely rearing it's ugly head in the form of sharp pain in my thighs. As I arrived at the aid station, I was ready to quit. I noticed a large tarp keeping something dry, I realized I was at the aid station with our drop bags. I asked a couple volunteers, but I quickly learned that the drop bags were self serve and they didn't seem to be in any order. I eventually found mine and replaced the tarp to keep the others dry. I reloaded on ClifBar gels and Bloks, ate a ClifBar Organic Energy Food packet, dug out a full bottle with Tailwind and put on my Patagonia wind jacket. It really wasn't that cold, but I was soaked and the jacket provided the layer I needed to keep going.

I took off towards the environmental center and now the steady rain was having its affect on the trail. It was now a real slop-fest so if I wasn't going slow enough on my fatigued legs I was now at a glacial crawl in this soup. It was along this stretch where I saw David for the first time since the start, he was trailing in second place by mere seconds. The well groomed trail through the Jennings Center was a nice reprieve from the mud and much of the flora and fauna we were warned about not trampling was in bloom and beautiful. There was an aid station there too, so after a brief stop to eat peanut butter and jelly and orange slices, I headed back the way I came to the 528 aid station for the second time. I gobbled down another ClifBar Organic Energy pack, contemplated quitting again and got moving again before I did. For the next stretch I had packed a second handheld so I could carry two bottles as the distances between aid were a bit longer here and I knew I'd probably be drinking more at this point. So far the course had been entirely single track trail and this out and back section was on old forestry roads and the mud was getting bad. The hills were the worse, you were either slipping trying to climb them or slipping trying to avoid falling down them. I saw David along this out and back too and this time he was in the lead with no one close behind.(David went on to win - congrats sir!) This section also had a special little treat included at it's turn around. With a little more than a mile to its end, there was an aid station and from there you had to climb to the top of a pipeline trail where a telephone book was hanging from a pipe. The turn around was unmanned so to prove you made it, in true Barkley Marathons fashion you needed to rip a page from the phone book and return with it to the aid station. To make it a legit homage to the Barkley, I even took the time to find the page that corresponded with my race number.

Page #49

I showed them my page and got out of that aid station as quickly as I could as some woman who was volunteering asked me twice if I was going to be ok. If I looked bad enough to be pulled from the race, I was not going to give her an opportunity to ask a third time. The muddy roads back to Rt. 528 and the mud bog called the Glacier Ridge Trail made for a slow death march back to the finish line. My last visit to the 528 aid station I ate extra and took a ClifBar to munch down while I moved. I had been pretty happy I hadn't fallen in the mud all day and within less than 3 miles to go, I slipped and fell 4 times going downhill. Your feet would start to slide and there was either a tree to grab or there wasn't.

I finished under the cut off time, my slowest 50 mile run to date. In that mud I would've been slow anyway, but I did myself no favors having minimal rest in my legs. Again, I credit my disciplined nutrition intake for keeping me going, no matter how slow - thanks ClifBar! I got my nifty finishers award, warmed by the fire and took a shot at hosing some of the mud off me. I did at least get my hands clean enough to use my phone to call home to let Janice know I was alive considering I finished long after expected. I was wrecked so I decided to find a room and drive home in the morning. I survived, but I'll never make a scheduling mistake like that again.

Tuesday(May 17th) I got home from the hospital after having a Cardiac Ablation on Monday. For more than a year, I've been experiencing frequent periods of rapid heart rate (SVT). After trying to self diagnose and explain it away, I brought it up to my doctor during my annual physical. After a couple of Cardio Vascular visits and a couple tests, Monday's procedure was recommended. I won't go into the ugly details, but to complete the ablation I needed to be awake and the pain and discomfort was excruciating. It felt like I ran another ultra and it was a tough one. I can't say enough good things about the Doctors and Nurses at The Hershey Medical Center, they took great care of me and I even got see my favorite RN, Katie Keller when she and Janice came to visit Monday evening before Katie started her shift. The good news is that my heart now feels amazing. The surgeon said that I had gotten so used to the minor episodes (PVCs) that I had learned to live with them. Now I should feel like I have a brand new heart. He also suggested I should really notice a difference while running. The other good news is that I have to rest for 7 days without exception, so I'll definitely be recovered for The Highlands Sky 40 mile ultra next month - which is next up on my Ultra-A-Month Club Membership Plan. :-)

Stuff I used at the GRT 50:

Altra Lone 2.5
Superfeet Insoles
Injinji Trail 2.0
Pro Compression Calf Sleeves
Pearl Izumi Running Shorts
Adidas Compression Shorts
2XU Long Sleeve Compression Top
ClifBar T-Shirt
ClifBar Trucker Hat
Patagonia Houdini Jacket
Suunto Ambit3 Peak HR
Nathan Quik Draw Plus
The North Face Handheld Bottle

Naked Bavarian 40 Miler - A Conflicted "Race" Report

March 6, 2016 Leesport, PA

The Naked Bavarian in its second year bills itself as "A back to the basics low fee trail run". With a registration fee of $30/$35, I think you'll be hard pressed to find another ultra with such a low rate per mile. I ran the 40 mile race, but 20 mile and Trail Marathon options are available as well. The event is put on by Überendurancesports (Stephan Weiss). I've run his Blues Cruise 50k, The Dirty German 50k and now The Naked Bavarian. Yes, Stephan is from Bavaria and his events are guaranteed to be fun and you're assured they're well run. Stephan is more of an event host than typical Race Director. He's quite approachable and present throughout the events. You can expect fun German music playing, good German food afterwards and if you get swag or any type of award, they're also all German themed.

Naked Bavarian, don't Google it at work...

The Naked Bavarian, like The Blues Cruise takes place at Blue Marsh Lake near Leesport, just outside of Reading Pennsylvania. Blue Marsh (actually Blue Marsh National Recreation Area)is a man made lake as a result of the damming of the Tulpehocken Creek. Blue Marsh was the name of the little town that existed there before eminent domain took it and flooded it in the interest of flood control. As you circumnavigate the lake, you see remnants of the old civilization; like abandoned roads and ruins of old structures. The place is hugely popular in the summer for swimming and sunbathing on the beaches and boating and fishing on the 1100 acre lake. Thirty-six miles of trails are popular as well, attracting hikers, runners and folks on horse back.

Forty miles seemed like a logical progression for me in my ramp up to running the C&O Canal 100 in a few weeks. The Naked Bavarian is a 20 mile lollipop course so for 40 miles, you get to enjoy it twice. I've run two other shorter trail races at Blue Marsh along with the Blues Cruise, so I remembered that the trails were pretty mellow/extremely runnable and elevation gain was just enough to keep you honest on pacing.

The weekend before the event, I came away from my Sunday run with a sore right knee. I tried running Tuesday and it was still pretty bad so I did the unthinkable and took time off. The day before the event I took Mollie and Mojo for a 6 mile jaunt on Blue Mountain, just to assess the state of my knee. My two four legged doctors deemed me fit to race. Had a nice 92nd birthday dinner with my Mom (Dad's 93rd is coming up in a few days) and went home to mix Tailwind bottles and that's when the wheels came off my planning...Janice got sick as hell.

As Saturday evening went on, her sniffing and coughing became non-stop. All night she coughed and sneezed. I can't remember the last time I saw her this sick. When I woke up to eat breakfast, I could feel the heat coming off of her, she had a pretty good fever. There was no way I was expecting her to come with me. She seemed so sick, I wondered even if I should go at all. I kissed Janice goodbye and left her in bed with Mojo and Mollie to hopefully sleep off the crud that had taken control. I've never run an ultra without support. Janice is my crew and she's the best. In the 40 miles, you pass through 10 aid stations and they were all accessible to crew. I had mixed enough bottles that if I needed, I could get a new one each time I saw her. That plan was now out the window.

Early morning at Blue Marsh, overcast and chilly.

I got to Blue Marsh nice and early and got a parking space very near the start/finish. One of the volunteers at registration confirmed that 40 mile runners did need to come completely to the start area before starting their second lap so I set up my Jeep as a drop bag/aid station. I would carry one bottle of Tailwind and revert back to relying heavily on ClifBar gels to get the calories I would need. In the handheld, I also carried ClifShot Electrolyte Hydration mix in handy single serving packets they gave me. I knew there would be water at the aid stations so I could mix my own and not rely on whatever they had. I could visit my Jeep after 20 miles to reload and do it all again.

It was pretty chilly at start time, my dashboard thermometer read 34°. I had on warm gloves and a long sleeve 2XU compression shirt on under my Clifbar t-shirt. With the temps expected to climb to the 40's, shorts were fine for the day. In between every thought, I was wondering how Janice was. I was hoping she was sleeping soundly and getting better. I saw speedy Clayton Bouchard at registration and I saw that his Wife and dogs were with him and again my thoughts went immediately to Janice sick at home. I ran into Tim Nash and Rick Martin, which was cool; they accused me of taking PEDs as I chomped down a salt tablet. Then I saw David and Ashley Lister and their dog and my thoughts went right back home to Janice and our dogs. I realized then that it was really bugging me that I was there without her. I had to keep telling myself that she'd be fine and that this was good practice as I was running the C&O Canal 100 crewless.

Thankfully I didn't have much time to dwell on it and after a brief welcome from Stephan, we were off. The first miles passed quickly and it really wasn't until after the climb at 10 miles that I settled into a comfortable sustainable pace. While the early (and late) miles in the stem of the lollipop have numerous nagging hills, the course offers one sizable climb up the back side of what used to be the Mt. Heidelberg Ski Slope. I ran through the initial two aid stations, but stopped at the third to top off my Tailwind with clear water and I ate an orange slice. I forced myself to drink most of it before reaching the next aid station so I got clear water and mixed ClifShot Hydration in my bottle and repeated that at the aid station 3.5 miles from the start/finish. Staying disciplined with taking in salt, GU Electrolyte Capsules and ClifShot gels my nutrition went pretty well on the first lap.

I was running up the road towards the start/finish and I heard my name and I turned to see Leon Lutz and his daughters out "cheering on the tribe" as he says. Just a kind exchange with the likes of Leon was the perfect thing to lift my spirits. Seeing him also changed my mind about missing my best friend who was home coughing and wheezing. From that point forward, if I had a thought about her I wondered what she would be doing if she were with me. When I saw friends along the way, like Clayton, Tim, David, Ashley and Rick, I used it as a positive lift. Thankfully my brain had turned around.

Moving along on lap #2*

When I run an ultra, I do exactly that; I run it and I don't consider it a race. Sure, afterwards I'll look to see how I shook out amongst the other runners, but to me an ultra is really nothing more than an extremely long training run with clock timing. This time was different for a couple reasons. First, the race director had sent an email that said to check the ultrasignup.com list to make sure we were on it. I checked and I noticed something on the page I had never seen before; ultrasignup assigns a "Target" finishing time for each registered runner and I got 9:05. I thought, wait a minute I can cover 40 miles in less than 9 hours so I left the start with a chip on my shoulder. Second, throughout the first lap and into the second, I noticed I was basically running with the same runners. This happens at every event, but as the second visit to the climb at 30 miles drew closer I began to wonder if I could go faster and get away from them. So now I had my second motivation to go faster. There was a climb in a farmer's field just before the ski slope and I decided to see if I could open a gap on them. I did and I was able to maintain it. I actually felt like I was racing. As I got closer to the finish, fatigue was taking it's toll and I consciously thought about doing just enough to maintain the gap, but not too much to implode. I beat the hell out of that 9:05 projected target and I outran some folks who I'm sure didn't even notice, much less care. (I hope they didn't notice anyway as I probably looked pretty foolish racing for 50somethingth place)

41.4 miles...ya' gotta' keep smiling*

All in all it was a good day on the trails for me. It took 10 miles, but I eventually slipped into a pace I could maintain and even though I slowed toward the finish, I escaped without a catastrophic visit from the pain monster. The hills just before and after the start/finish seemed to take a bigger toll than the bigger climb at the ski slope. The rest of the course is a pleasant site seeing trip around the lake with well stocked aid stations manned by worthy volunteers. Like at The Dirty German and The Blues Cruise, the majority of the volunteers are from the Reading based Pagoda Pacers Running Club. They're definitely a class act. My Plan B nutrition plan went well until I realized on the second lap that I had no more ClifShot electrolyte mix in my handheld (I found it later on the ground behind the Jeep, right where I had dropped it). I drank Gatorade the rest of the way and ate orange slices at the aid stations and I was fine. (Note: I also resisted the yummy Great Lakes Brewing Sampler at the aid station at the base of the ski slope descent.)

That magical aid station at the base of the ski slope*

The temperature got up in the 40's and when the sun was shining it was a beautiful day to be on the trail and it was pretty cool to see so many members of the "tribe" out enjoying it too.  I highly recommend this low/no frills race, I give it an A+ the whole way around.

Other stuff I used:

Altra Lone Peak 2.0

Superfeet Insoles

Injinji Trail 2.0

Zensah Calf Sleeves

Pearl Izumi running shorts

ClifBar Trucker Hat & HeadSweats ClifBar Visor - thanks for the cool stuff ClifBar

SportHill lightweight gloves (2nd lap)

Nathan Performance Quick Draw Plus

Suunto Ambit3 Peak HR

Stephan said, "ya ya and it really works! When the weather's nice the

pretty lady comes out and when the weather's bad the man comes out."

For those wondering, I got home and even though the dogs kept a close eye on her, Janice wasn't any better; in fact she missed work Monday. As I write this she's starting to feel better.

Next up for me on my Ultra of the Month membership is the C&O Canal 100 in Knoxville Maryland. I'm returning to avenge my 2014 DNF.

*Photo note: No Janice not only meant no crew, it meant no fun photos, as she's our family photographer. Huge thank you to Christopher Hand and Caroline for kindly lending their photographs.

No Snow, But Plenty of Mud - 2016 Phunt 50k Race Report

January 16, 2016 Elkton, MD



After taking a year off from ultra running, it felt pretty good to be heading to a start line to go run 50k in a forest. I had heard about the Phunt 50k for years, but never had the desire to run an ultra so early in the year. My plan this year is to return to the two 100 mile events I DNF'd in 2014 and I thought that starting racing early would be a good addition to my training plan* (*loosely used term). The Phunt is held at Fair Hill Nature Reserve near Elkton, Maryland; an absolute beautiful place. The event is known for its cold weather and the challenging trail conditions that come with it. A few years ago (2012) I ran in a North Face Endurance Challenge 50 miler in Virginia and the entire night before the event it poured. After a 3" rain fall, 30 miles of that course was nothing but squishy/slick mud and/or standing water. If the mud wasn't pulling at your shoes and caking on the soles, it was slippery and putting you on your butt. I wondered if I'd ever see conditions like that again. Well wonder no longer, welcome to Phunt 2016. I'm not sure how much it rained Friday night, but it was enough and coupled with the unseasonably warm temperatures; much of the course was mud. Squishy, ankle deep, slippery mud.

We found the place easily enough and it was less than a two hour drive from Harrisburg. The first thing I noticed when I stepped out of the Jeep was how warm it was, I was definitely over dressed. After a quick change, tights were ditched and shorts were on. My number was pinned on and we were just killing time till the start when Janice asked a passing runner (Bob Gross) if he had a sister Lynne, and oddly at first he said, "no", but with further nudging he remembered he did have a sister named Lynne and to make a long story short Janice told him that she had gone to elementary school with his sister and he was a year or so ahead her - small world. After Janice got to meet Bob's family (two daughters running and Wife keeping order/cheering/crewing), we walked outside to wait for the start. We had no idea where the start line was. After a short wait we saw the majority of  the other runners coming out of the other end of the building we had been in ( I totally forgot/missed Carl's pre-race briefing - woops). So we hustled over and followed the crowd. After a short walk we realized we were walking around the grand stand we had been standing next to. After completing our U-Turn we ended up right back where we had started from and without hearing any sort of warning, an air horn blast sent us on our way. I love starts like that, spare the formality, let's go! Grass roots ultra trail running at it's finest.

Arriving At Aid Station #2 Early In The Race

The course runs primarily on single track through forested hills. It crosses some pretty pastures and numerous streams and at least one real creek. The course is only 15ish miles long so for the 50k you need to complete the lap twice. I started out way too fast, but I felt good and decided not to worry about it and concentrated on slowing down gradually till I was at my 12ish minute mile pace. There are 3 aid stations along the route with the first one at just 3.8 miles so I ran through that one. The next one was at 7.something miles and I saw Janice there, but still had more than half a bottle so I didn't stop there either. Speaking of which, I ran the race carrying my trusty old Nathan Quick Draw Plus with either ClifBar Clif Shot Electrolyte Hydration Drink or Tailwind Nutrition. I should've probably grabbed a full bottle the first time I saw Janice, because I refilled with Hammer Heed at the 10 mile aid station and learned quickly that my gut doesn't like it - no worries, only 5ish miles till I'd be back at the start/finish where Janice would be waiting with my own hydration stuff.

Head For The Hills

Around the 6 mile mark, there was a spot where a guy was taking photos, he had a big white pickup truck playing fun loud music. I was checking out his truck/mobile dance party system when I noticed a woman ahead of me turn left so I followed. We were on a gravel road and we had broken into a hilltop field with a nice view. I was just noticing that there were no runners in front of her when I heard the yelling, "you're going the wrong way!". I looked over my shoulder and noticed runners turning right where she and I had gone left. Being the courteous trail runner I am, I yelled to her that we needed to turn around. I yelled and yelled again until finally she turned and she yelled back rather sharply advising me "I'm not racing, I'm just out for a run". I thought what a sweetheart and then was on my way to get back on track. I only added about 3/4 of a mile. I made sure to thank those who screamed at me to turn around.

I was slowing nicely, getting comfortable averaging an 11 minute mile when I hit a downhill around mile 12 that was a muddy sliding board and I slipped and couldn't recover. I landed nicely on my ass in deep mud. Would've been no big deal, but my legs simultaneously went into massive cramps. I was well hydrated and I had salt tabs in me, but the muscle clench when I tried not to fall seemed to send my legs into excruciating cramps. The cramps in the large muscles in my upper legs passed quickly, as did the cramp in my right calf; my left calf however was a different story. Yes, I ran the last 19 miles with a knot in my left calf that is still there now. No more concentrating on slowing down, I had been slowed down by good ole Mother Nature.

Needing A Refill At The End Of Lap One - only 25k To Go

It was kind of interesting to arrive at the start/finish to see all the 25kers with finisher medals around their necks and partying. It was tempting, but I had come to do the 50k so that temptation was quickly dismissed and after cameling up at the Jeep with Janice; I was back on the trail for lap number two. Janice knew her way around now and decided she needed Fitbit steps so she walked to Aid Station #1 and she swapped out my nearly empty bottle and I was on my way. With my belly swishing like a fish bowl, it felt good to be slightly over-hydrated. She also met me at the next Aid Station for another bottle swap. Yes, she's like an Indy Pit Crew. She's so efficient, I've had other ultra runners point it out to me with quite the jealous tone.

Another Aid Station, Another Refill

A Real Bridge Across The Big Elk Creek

Approaching The Finish Line - Day Is Done

On the 2nd lap I was really feeling the mud's affect on my stabilizer muscles. The extra work simply to stay upright in that slop really had me fatigued. That fatigue seemed to be going around, even as my pace slowed I was reeling in and passing folks in the closing miles. Simply put, that mud made for a tough day. I interchanged some walk breaks and made it back to the finish before the beer was all gone. (although I did miss the Lentil soup - damn it!)

Cool remains of some old structure along the course.



Cool course, completely runnable and while it didn't have any major climbing it seemed we were going up or downhill all day. The trail was very roller coaster-like - my Suunto Ambit3 Peak measured 3978' elevation gain over my 31.9 mi 50k. The version of the Phunt 50k I got was the muddy one, but I heard of plenty of other versions based on the conditions provided by the unpredictable January weather. The aid stations were plenty, nicely stocked and staggered nicely around the course so the furthest stretch between aid was about 5 miles - a handheld with some ClifBar gels on board worked well for me. I did stop a couple of times on the second lap and ate orange slices and drank Coca-Cola. The finish line was just as low key as the start, a couple guys making note of your time and a third guy handing you a cool medal and a Phunt 50k shot glass. After that it was all party with plenty of food and fun. I must say the post-race highlight for me was the wonderful little keg of "Cease and Desist" Brown Eye IPA by Chiques Rock Brewing - stellar stuff - loved it!

A Local Donkey

If you're looking for an event to get  your year kicked off, this is it. Great course and great people! I highly recommend running the Phunt 50k and if you're early season form isn't up for 31 miles you have the option to ditch out at the 25k mark, but if you do that, save some soup for me!

Other stuff I used:

Altra Lone Peak 2.0 - killer trail shoes
Superfeet Insoles
Zensah Ultra Compression Sleeves
Injinji Trail 2.0 - the only socks I trust with the care of my feet
Pearl Izumi Shorts (I like them because they have pockets)
Adidas Climalite Boxers
2XU Long Sleeve Compression Shirt
The North Face Mountain Athletics Short Sleeve Shirt
Boco Gear ClifBar Visor

Next up for me, 13.5 miles at the Frozen Snot in McElhattan Pennsylvania.

Other fun photos Janice took while patiently waiting for me:

Quartz Seemed To Be Everywhere - Cool Pink!

Just A Cool Barn

Janice's Point Of View Much Of Her Day - Watching & Waiting For Me To Arrive

We Ran Across This Covered Bridge Twice

Not Sure What This Stuff Is, But It Looks Cool