|Raceday morning at Lake Arthur.|
The course was really, really muddy due to driving rain the past few days before the race. And here I was bitching about Chuckanut. That was nothing compared to this course so I retract that prior statement. Glacier is undulating up-and-down trail with lots of 200-to-300 foot hills with a total elevation gain of around approximately 4,200'. The tops of the hills are relatively flat. As the name "moraine" implies there are plenty of rocks to pique one's interest along with a healthy dose of roots. Were it not for the mud, the trail would be pleasantly runnable. Personally, I did not find any of the climbs to be particularly daunting.
|My view for much of the morning.|
My new nutrition strategy is working fine and starting to get locked into place. Perhaps I'll write more about this strategy later, but as part of it coach Beth recommended I look into Raw Revolution bars and I love 'em! They are a very clean, organic unprocessed food bar that sits well in my stomach and gives me wholesome fuel. (No, I am not sponsored by them!) Alas, I cannot choke down another Hammer Perpetuem tablet. After concluding at about mile 27 last Saturday that I was eating something akin to billiard cue chalk, I pitched the remaining tablets I had onto the forest floor for the field mice, and decided that I'd rather risk toughing out the last few "bonky" miles. Does anyone want the remaining 75 or so tablets I have at home?! Bill Gentry of Harrisonburg, Virginia?! :-)
With the exception of what my feet looked like at the end of hiking the Appalachian Trail, I cannot recall my feet looking and feeling so pulverized ... ever. I'm even going to lose the big toenail on my right foot! Accordingly, Sarah and Conrad Quesen and I decided that we should paint over all the black-and-blue toenails with nail polish. I chose the color Hunter Orange. In those instances where there was no toenail, we simply slathered the nail polish on top of the "raw meat".
|Feet of a certain distinguished university statistics professor. Hmmm ...|
Finally, I saw lots of familiar faces up on Glacier Ridge. I saw Dannielle Ripper punching the clock on her 50-miler. Eric Grol, looking fit and trim, and I were able to reconnect. I caught sight of Steve Wendall at an aid station late in the race. He was there to support his girlfriend Stacy Gelhaus, who completed her first 50-miler. Congratulations, Stacy! I'm so very happy for you!