A Running Fool....Ron's Running Adventures

This is NOT your ordinary trail race.... That would be one of the first thoughts that popped into my head as I began the annual running of The Seven Sisters Trail Race. Described as a "Very Hilly & Rocky 12 Mile Run", the Seven Sisters Trail Race was to be second race of the season and my first "new race" of 2008.

When I initially sat down in the off-season and planned my 2008 race season I started with the goals of: A) Increasing my number of events (both within and outside of the Grand Tree Series), B) Adding 1-2 long distance events & C) Adding a minimum of 3 new events. The Seven Sisters was one of the first races I added to my schedule and despite it's "short" distance, one of the races I most looked forward to. A simple reading of the race application would bring a smile to my face with it's deceptive description:

"An out-and-back roller coaster ride along the ridgeline of the Mt. Holyoke Range on a single-track trail. Very scenic overlooks of the Pioneer Valley with views of the University of Massachusetts, Amherst College, Hampshire College and the Town of Amherst, as well as a beautiful view of the Connecticut River and Northampton to the west. Extremely hilly with 3,700 feet of climb consisting of many steep hills with hazardous footing in places due to the many sharp basalt rocks the comprise the elevated ridge of Mt. Holyoke."

My enthusiasm for this event would only be further buoyed by the many curses I heard hurled it's way during the running of The Northern Nipmuck Trail Race last month. As my first attempt of this event got underway, I was to see first hand why it has been on the receiving end of many of those curses. I'd even get a chance to add a few of my own before the day was done.

A damp and overcast day, along with some AM showers was forecast for race day. And with a steep and rocky course ahead of me, and Todd's injuries still fresh in my mind, I reminded myself that safety should take priority over speed (not that I have alot of that anyway). With the showers ending just before the race start, my clothing options would very similar to last month's Northern Nipmuck as I would go with shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Due to it being slightly cool, I armed myself (no pun intended) with my new Moeben Sleeves as I liked having the option of being warmer at the race start and being able to adjust by removing the sleeves later in the race. For hydration I brought along my Hawg Camelbak. However for the first time, I was without my Nathan handheld bottle (which was left sitting full on my kitchen counter). Nutrition needs were to be staified with my now regular rations of potatoes and Cliff Shot Gel Bloks.

The pre-race check in was at the Mt. Holyoke State Park Visitor Center which was abuzz with runners coming and going as I arrived to pick up my race bib. After a quick stop at the t-shirt table (I picked up the stick running guy version) and a lucky break at the porta potty (no line) I sat anxiously awaiting the race start. About 5 minutes before the race start, I joined the mass of runners crossing the street to the race start. BTW, a tip of the hat and kudos to the park ranger who handled both the runner and road traffic as we all lined up for the start. What could easily have been uncontrolled chaos was made somewhat controllable instead. Lining up in my usual mid-pack spot, I mentally prepared myself for the task ahead. Before long I faintly made out the RD's starting commands and was off.

For those that don't know, the race begins with a long, rocky uphill that even included some scrambling type climbing. It's an uphill that for someone of my level (not elite), would be very difficult to run up. Not that running was really an option at this point anyway. With 241 runners on the course, this climb would turn out to be nothing more than a long slow slog. Up, up & Up we climbed. It was an impressive climb and would be a good indication of what was to come.

With this being a new event for me, I was basically running blind. Up to my arrival at the race start, I had not seen a course map or read any race reports. The only knowledge I had of the race was that it was run on a portion of the Metacomet-Manadnock Trail. I'd run many a long run on the Metacomet Trail in CT and it has yet to disappoint, in terms of both beauty and difficulty. If this portion of the trail was anything like it's Southern parts in CT, I knew I'd be in for a challenging day. A quick glance at the trail map obtained from the visitor center at the race start would confirm this.

Finally, after about 15-20 minutes into the race I got my first taste of running on this course. And after the initial climbing and crowds it felt nice to finally stretch the legs a bit. Luckily it didn't take long to find a less crowded spot in the field and settle into a good pace. I found the early going still a bit herky jerky as I found the field getting bunched up on both the uphills and downhills. You'd think with the amount of elevation this course most of the bottleneck would be on the uphills but I actually found the opposite to be the truth. With the muddy, slick conditions combined with the rocky course, everyone was being a bit cautious at first, including me. For although I was once again wearing my trusty North Face XCR 103's (a shoe I have been very happy with), I was conscious that they did not have the best traction in these conditions.

Further along we ran, up & down. Finally after the fourth or fifth climb (I lost count eventually), there was enough of a gap in the field to allow me to be more aggressive on the downhills. Treading that fine line between being in or out of control, I let gravity do it's work as I adjusted to the trail conditions more and more on each successive downhill. While doing thisI also made mental notes of each uphill/downhill in reverse. Visualizing how each climb/descent would be on the return trip.

As is now my usual custom, I began a game of leapfrog with the group of runners around me as we all settled into a comfortable pace. Using this as both distraction and motivation I continued on, finally getting fully warmed up and in mid-race mode. Before long we past aid-station two (I totally missed aid station one) and crossed the paved road to begin our climb to the Summit House. I began to wonder how much more there really was to climb. It certainly felt like we gained alot of elevation and I knew we had along descent to the turnaround point.

Once again, it was up to the ridge line, which on any other day would have offered some excellent views I am sure. However, with today's overcast conditions, it was more like running in a fog bank. These conditions, along with the constant elevation changes (and my lack of knowledge of the course) combined to make me unsure of the distance we had traveled. This would have both a positive and negative mental impact through out the race. For now, it was positive, as I crested the ridge and the terrain smoothed out on the approach to the summit house. Sitting on the summit of Mt. Holyoke (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Holyoke), elevation 935 feet, it is a picturesque setting that would make a nice site to bring the family on a good weather day. Up the wooden steps and across the porch we ran, enjoying the cheers of the hardy souls that came out to cheer us on. Descending the steps back onto the trail we began the long decline to the turnaround point.

Down & down the trail went over numerous slick bare rock sections. More than any other point in the race, I took care to step smartly and err on the side of caution. Now that I was almost halfway through the race, it would be along way back if I obtained an injury at this point. It was also during this section I began to see the returning runners (and a few fellow Shenipsit striders) making their way back up towards the summit house. This added yet another element as one now had to be aware of others coming up as you try and descend somewhat controllably. The lengthy descent continued (the longest of the race) until at last I reached the final switchback. A final dash downhill and I reached aid station three and the turnaround point of the race (1:30:++).

Pausing only for a couple quick cups of Gatorade and to thank the aid station volunteers, I turned to begin yet another slow slog uphill. For this climb I decided to take my time (it wasn't really a choice anyway) and enjoy the climb. I also decided now was a good time to take on some nourishment and break out my trusty potatoes and Cliff Shot Bloks. Knowing this was likely the only time I'd refuel for this race, I made sure to have my fill. Early in the climb I came across an injured runner awaiting assistance from below. I stopped to ask if he needed help and offered up two pain relievers as he waited, which he gladly accepted. As I did so, the group of runners I had been with most of the race passed me on their way uphill. Using this as motivation I started up again, in pursuit.

Sooner than expected, I had surprisingly reached the summit house. Once again, up the wooden steps and across the porch I passed my group of runners and continued across the summit to begin another descent. Still unsure of exactly how many miles I had left, I reminded myself to stay in mid-race mode and not use up all my energy. I continued to keep focused on my footing, knowing that fatigue could make me lessen up. I settled in once again joining up with a fellow runner, Ivan. We moved along, pushing and pulling each other along the ups and down. Ivan would pull ahead, I'd reel him in. Crossing the paved road to aid station two we soldiered on.

Now having lost any idea of how many climbs/descents were ahead I would focus only on the piece of trail in front of me. Staying mentally strong, I took stockof my physical status. Endurance wise I felt strong. I knew I had plenty in the tank and might even have some to spare at the end. I had zero issues with my feet and no chafing or clothing issues. The only thing I noted was that I actually felt a bit cool and was glad I started the race with the Moeben sleeves (and still had them on).

Yet another section of the race came to close as Ivan and I made our way into aid station one. Ivan paused for some water and let me take over the lead in our little race. Knowing this was the final section I now began to push a bit harder and use up that little bit of extra energy. Before long I began to reel in more runners. More often than not I was catching them on the uphills. It seems the hillwork and stairclimber were now paying off. Sensing I was a bit stronger than those in front of me I continued to push. I gave a quick glance to my watch and realized I had a chance to finish in under 3 hours. Up & down over the now rolling course I went, becoming more and more aggressive on the downhills and hiking hard on the uphills. Spurned on by one of the final runners I passed ("you got 5 minutes, you can make it!") I reached the beginning of the final downhill.

Descending as fast as I could I was half running and half jumping down the extremely rocky trail that was originally our race start. With the trail clear of runners I ran with reckless abandon stepping and hopping as fast as I could. Dropping elevation quicker than any other time in the race I hurtled myself downhill. At last, the rocks were gone as I finally hit dirt, took a hard right turn and burst through to the finish. Greeted with congratulations from the numerous runners huddled at the finish I quickly stepped aside to keep the finish clear. I immediately spotted two members of the world greatest support crew (my parents) amongst the crowd and gave them a quick run down of the event.

I think this race could be described as the Northern Nipmuck on steroids but that doesn't really do it justice either. In truth, the Seven Sisters is in itself unique and that's what I loved about it. Tremendous elevation change on a challenging single track, long enough to have the characteristics of a long distance event but short enough to let you push, it has a real good balance. This I will say, if you aren't 100% confident in your ability to be aggressive on the downhills or if you are footing challenged, take your time or wait until you are ready. This course has the potential and the proven track record of causing injuries. It isn’t a course to be taken lightly. Respect the distance and the trail. But overall, a great course and great event. Pencil this one in as one that every trail runner should run. I know I will...again.

Oh, and if you want to know, I did NOT make the 3 hours I was trying for. Oh, well, there's always next year....who's gonna join me?

Final standings are now posted, here are the numbers:
Place Name           M/F Age Town     St  Time     GT %
127    Ron  Starrett  M    38   Vernon CT  3:01:55  58.95%

Next up....The Soapstone Mountain Trail Run (14.5 Miles) - Sunday - May 18, 2008

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One Down.....many more to go. It's always nice to get that first race of the season under your belt. Especially when it also your first long trail race of the year. For the past two years now, that first long trail race of the year for me has been the Northern Nipmuck Trail Race. A 16 mile, challenging out & back course over "rolling" terrain on, obviously, a northern section of the blue blazed Nipmuck Trail.

This year, I return for my second attempt on the "rolling" course (footnote: it is my contention that "rolling" isn't really a course description but a description of the runners "rolling" down the hilly course). With last year's race being my first long distance trail event, I was curious to see how this year's event would compare to last year's. After a full season of long distance trail running behind me I thought I had a good shot at improving on my time from last year, even though this was not a goal coming into the event.

The first thing I noticed different was my thought process on the distance. Last year, a 16 mile trail run was considered a long run. A run that had me prepare with both tapering and recovery time included in my race planning. There was also a bit of trepidation of not knowing what to expect. I guess you know you've turned the corner into the Ultra world when you start to consider a 16 miler a "short" run.

This year, since I had already run the course two times (once in the race, once during a training run), I clearly knew what to expect. I even caught myself a couple times saying that this was a "short" race. And in terms of the race distances I ran last year and that I am building up to this year, it is a short race. But, it was also the longest trail run I had scheduled since running the Stone Cat 50 miler last November. After spending all winter focusing on maintaining a base (while recovering), I had to remind myself not to try and pick up where I left off. After all, long distance trail running is a building process. Despite my experience of last year, there are no guarantees. Each race is its own entity. No matter how many times you run a course, each time is different. I still had to respect both the trail and the distance. To not do so would be both foolish and shortsighted.

Still, as race day approached I felt a calmness in my approach to race preparation. There was no "unknown" anymore. I knew the course, I knew how far I could run, and I knew how all my gear would perform. The only unknown, as usual, was the weather. And even that brought no worries as I knew I could (and would) run in any weather. You'd think with the way I am describing this that my enthusiasm would also be lower this year. In reality, nothing could be further from that thought. Like I mentioned above, each race is its own entity. Bringing with it new experiences.

Trail running to me reaches an almost spiritual plane. At no other time do I feel more alive and in tune with the world around me. I find the true essence of who and what I am. Through all the miles, the mud, the rocks, the hills, the bugs, the scratches and scraps, the heat, the cold, the rain. All of it, just strips away everything until all that remains is who I am really am. I experience almost every human emotion in these runs. From joy to misery, and strength to weakness. It's all brought to the surface.

This was also something that was known to me, but also something I welcomed with open arms. On top of that, I also had another friend joining me, as Todd (he of Mt. Cabot & Ice Climbing Fame) was attempting his first ever trail race (and first race since High School). This would bring the new experience of being the elder statesman, so to speak. For although we weren't going to be running the whole race together, as the race veteran, I still felt a bit of responsibility to him and wanted to make sure he had a good race (more on this later).

Another new experience for me was by the way of omission. As this was my first long distance race in which I was flying solo. For the first time in a race I would have no support crew with me in any capacity.  Although I had run many training runs (up to and over 25 miles) solo, this was the first long distance race in which I would be completely self sufficient. No one to greet me at the aid stations (except for the awesome race volunteers). No one to handle the ride to the race or home. No one to hand me a snack or fill my water bottle. In all honesty, it felt kind off good to go it all alone. Although I have the best support crew in the world, I sometimes like to go solo (and I'm sure they can use a break from chasing me through the woods).

So, with a whole new set of circumstances in place for me, I was prepared to begin my 2008 race season. Race morning was a bit damp as it had rained the day before but it was also warmer than last year. I was prepared for showers throughout the day but also conscious of not over dressing in case it warmed up more. My clothing options were very similar to last year, with shorts, a long sleeve shirt and my fleece vest. My feet donned both Injini toe socks and my trusty North Face XCR 103's. I planned on running with both my camelbak and a hand held bottle (same ones I used at Stone Cat) filled with water only. I also packed some potatoes, Cliff Shot Bloks & a Snickers Almond Bar as my food. With a 10:00 AM start time I had plenty of time in the morning to gather my gear making the planning even easier.

As much I enjoy these events the one thing I am not a big fan of is the pre-race milling about. Perhaps it is just my bottled up emotions but for some reason I find this the hardest part of any race day. If it was possible, I'd show up 5 minutes before start time. Maybe someday I'll time it just right and run right from the car through the start line as the gun goes off. But, until I pull that off, I'll have to live with getting to the race early and try to enjoy the atmosphere. Which, too be honest is not too hard. Seeing many like minded and enthusiastic people puts a certain electricity in the air. It's a buzz that you can actually feel. A palpable energy.

I could feel that energy as I pulled into Bigelow Hollow State Park. Being the race veteran now, I proceeded to park in the "Fisherman's Lot", which is closer to the start/finish line than the check in point. I made my way down to the registration tent to pick up my number and complimentary T-shirt (which is the same as last year's). Keeping an eye open for Todd I mingled about the tent area anxiously passing time. One great thing about having to wait around is hearing all the pre-race chatter. All the ideas and hopes of how the race will unfold. The overall optimism is contagious.

Finally, I spotted Todd making his way down the road. A quick introduction to his Fiancée Sara and parents and we we're off to make final race preparations. I quickly filled Todd in on what he could expect to see and what he might possibly encounter. A final gear check complete, we proceeded to the start line. As opposed to last year, the RD moved the start line a bit in the other direction, possibly due to the number of entrants. Todd and I humbly found our place in mid-pack, stated last second race strategies, wished each other luck and then we were off.

In accordion style, the field of 130+ made our way through the first mile of the race. This first mile also happens to be the longest uphill of the race, reaching the highest point of the Nipmuck Trail. Somehow during this first mile I lost Todd (see Todd's race report below mine). We both had planned on running our own races but I figured we'd be close for at least the first couple miles due to race traffic. I certainly wasn't alone however, as I had the luck of picking up a "race chatter". That is someone who loves to chat while running. It doesn't matter who or what they chat about, they just like to talk. And as luck would have it (or bad luck if you know me), I was the one he was talking to. Finally after about a 1/2 mile of "chatting", I'd had enough and decided to pick up the pace and get to a nice quiet spot in the field where I could get into a rhythm. Up & Down over the "rolling course" I moved. Before I realized it I was moving at a much faster pace than I had planned. In addition, I had maintained that pace longer than I had wanted to. As I was completing the first section of the race and pulling into the first aid station, I came to the realization that I may have committed a cardinal sin (or is mortal, venial....I don't know) of running...going out to fast. Luckily I felt as if I had enough time left in the race to make up for it. However, from here on out, there would be no more reserves to reach back in to. I had to get back to my normal pace and maintain it for the duration of the event. No reaching down and trying to trim time off at the end.

I quickly made my way through aid station 1, consuming my first potatoes of the day and proceeded up the steep uphill to begin section two of the race. As I attempted to get into pace, I made note of the other runners around me. One thing I noticed in most of my races last year was how I would always end up being in or around the same runners during a race. Usually the faces I saw around me in the first few miles, I'd see through out the race and even finish in the same relative time. Towards the end of last year I would use this to gauge myself and keep myself on pace. I set about using that same strategy. Luckily, none of the faces around me were "chatters".

Finally settling into my pace I began to soak in everything around me. With the sky partially clearing and the temperature rising, the day was turning out to be an extremely pleasant running day. Being careful to not get too distracted, I kept reminding myself to stay focused and watch my footing. The early morning showers had left the course much more slick than the previous times I had run the course. This was especially apparent during the rocky sections. With the final section run mostly on a ridge line and including a fairly steep rocky descent to the turn around aid station, I made sure to step lightly and smartly.

I allowed myself a glance of my watch as I reached the turn around aid station and was quite pleased to see a time of 1:30+. However, due to my expending my extra energy in the early going, I knew my dreams of a 3 hour finish would most likely stay just a dream. Not one to linger to long at an aid station, I turned to begin my return trip back over the "rolling" course. After ascending the steep incline that marks the turn around, I paused for my second batch of potatoes and a nice long drink from my camelbak. Once again, I got into my rhythm. Keeping my mind in mid-race mode, I only looked to put in some miles with a nice steady pace until the final aid station. If I had anything left to give at that point, I would give it. But until then I had to stay disciplined and remain on pace. Luckily, I did have one distraction. I figured that sometime in this next section I would pass Todd. I didn't think he would be more than 30 minutes behind me, so I expected to see him fairly soon. Each time I would encounter a group of runners heading out to the turn around I'd give a quick glance to see if Todd was amongst them. After 30 minutes I thought maybe I'd missed him during an uphill or downhill, lost in a moment of focus. After all, I did pass a runner in a group with glasses and a red top. Wasn't Todd wearing a red top....I tired to recall and told myself that it was most likely him. How rude he must have thought I was, not even uttering an acknowledging grunt.

I knew before long I would reach the final aid station. Darting down yet another hill, I glanced up to see a familiar face standing on the road that marks the final aid station. Donning only one shoe (the other foot obviously barefoot), I now knew why I hadn't yet passed Todd. As I pulled up to ask what happened I notice the sizable lump on his right ankle and needed no further explanation. I instantly felt horrible. The last thing I wanted (or thought would happen) is for him to get injured. After all the touting I had done about trail racing and dragging him all the way down here from Vermont, he gets injured. I felt partially responsible. Todd gave me the quick run down as I apologized to Sara for him getting hurt. Todd urged me to press on and that he would see me at the finish. So, with another quick apology, I was off. Stopping for a quick bottle refill I found one of my runner pack and set out to finish the race.

Knowing this was the final section brought both a stronger sense of determination and relief. I knew I had little extra in the tank and still a couple tough uphill’s, so I focused on technique and tried to be as efficient as possible. Playing leapfrog with a couple runners over the last few miles I bitterly watched the 3:00 hour mark go by. With about 2 miles to go I began to wish I had ate just a little more throughout the race. I could feel myself getting slower. I reached for what little reserves I had and reached the 1 to go mark. Knowing the final mile was all downhill I let gravity do it's work and hurtled myself downhill. Stretching my stride the most I had all day, I hammered down. Over the old forest road, twisting down through the single track I hit the stand of small pine trees and knew I was there. Over that last rocky steps I took a hard right and ran as hard as I could over the finish line. The first long distance trail race of 2008 was done.

Overall, I came across in 65th place, 3:13:16 overall time, a 12:05 per mile pace. An improvement of 16 places and 24:15 minutes (a minute and a half per mile!) over last year. I knew I had given it all I had but I also knew with some slight strategy adjustments that 3:00 was doable. Maybe next year.....

On a side note, not only was this my first long distance trail race of the year but it was also the first race of the WMAC 2008 Grand Tree Race Series. Next up for me...Race #4 of the Grand Tree Series (and my first time running this event), The Seven Sisters on May 4 th (a race I heard cursed more than once during the Nipmuck event). Hope to see you out there.....

Get well Todd! Jay is still calling......read Todd's Race Report Below

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It hasn't taken me quite as long to provide reactions to my first  (attempt at a) trail race. Documentation of the carnage is attached for your viewing pleasure.  These were taken Mon. evening (two days +).  I saw my GP Mon. morning, got xrays later in the morning, spoke with my GP in the afternoon and have an appointment Wed. with a rehab. therapist who specializes in working with athletes.  Fortunately, there is no fracture, although there is a chip on the inside of my ankle from an old injury I remember nothing about.  As the sordid story unravels, you should probably know that this was my good ankle during all of last year's mountainous festivities.
  
On last Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning, I was a bundle of coiled anxiety.  It's been years since I've been so nervous.  It was like asking out that crush in junior high school.  I wasn't really nervous about what I would encounter (it was exactly what you described/very beautiful terrain/at least 5/8 of it).  I was nervous about succeeding.  I hadn't slept well, was coming off of being sick and knew I wasn't as ready as I wanted to be.  But I was still excited to learn, learn, learn, use the race as a stepping stone and qualify for the marathon.  It never even occurred to me that I wouldn’t finish.  Injury wasn’t on my radar.  

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Thanks to JT for the new thrilling comic adventures....hitting newstands soon!  Get Yours Now!

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Kinsman Notch, NH

Well...welcome back I guess. It has been a couple exciting months since I've last posted. If I recall (or just scrolled down) I had last posted about the upcoming winter activities that I had scheduled. With the lack of activity here, I am sure you were wondering if any of them actually came to fruition. Well, I can assure you that the lack of activity here, is not related to my activity "out there".

January did get off to a bit of a slow start as winter was only partially here in Southern New England. Surely, we had the cold, but a lack of snow this year did put a curb on some of the winter sports. Namely, snowshoeing and cross country skiing. I was able to at least breakout the snowshoes as JT, Todd & I tested our endurance climbing up the Bunnell Notch Trail to Mt. Cabot (near York Pond, NH). A challenging climb at times and an extremely blustery night spent in the Forest Service Cabin were just the experiences we came for. Unfortunately, I was so distracted with being knackered that I didn't take as many photos as I'd liked but did get a couple good shots of JT & Todd:

Overall, we had a great trip and it was a good introduction into winter camping for Todd. Unfortunately, the trip was not a total success as no moose were sighted. This after we agonizingly, literally followed in one's footsteps for most of the route. I am yet to be convinced that moose are anything but a myth.

After returning home I was all set to enter my first snowshoe races, but the lack of snow caused the cancellation of the first race and scheduling took me out of the second (I'm not sure the even ran the 2nd race). So, with that the snowshoes have once again been hung to the wall anticipating next season's snowfall.

However, just because the snowshoes went away, that didn't mean winter was over. Almost immediately upon our return from Mt. Cabot, we (JT & I)began planning our first ice climbing trip of 2008.

Ice climbing has always been an activity I've wanted to try and with JT's help, I've finally gotten to. It was an incredibly exciting and stimulating experience. After some intial nervousness (more due to excitement than fear), I began to get my feet under me so to speak (while trying to keep my heels down, JT). The feeling upon completing my first route was an extreme endorphin high that can almost get me shaking just thinking about it. On top of that, I found the climbing itself much more physical than I had envisioned. Yet another aspect I enjoyed. Although it was a short trip and I was only able to get 3 climbs in (all on one route) due to the location being crowded, I came away instantly hooked and craving for the next opportunity. Luckily we were planning on getting in one more trip before winter closed out.

With winter rapidly fading away in Connecticut and February turning to March we each worked our schedules to fit in one last winter trip. Luckily (for me) I would not be the only newbie on this trip as Todd was joining us for his first foray into ice climbing. We returned to the same site JT & I had come before (Kinsman Notch, NH) but chose this time to come on a weekday. As most the world would be distracted with work and such, we could potentially have all the routes to ourselves. And as luck would have it, we arrived to find this just to be the case.

After initial equipment adjustments and preparations, we eagerly ascended the approach trail. With all the routes available, JT devised a plan that would allow us to setup two top ropes that would grant us access to 3 or 4 different routes. Watching JT lead climb (while I belayed) was like watching a master at work. So effortlessly and smooth, JT just flowed up the ice. With a three man team this time, the rotation of climbing, belaying & resting seemed to work out perfectly as we were each able to get in climbs on all the routes.

I've found ice climbing to be such an all encompassing activity. Not only is it more phsyical than I thought but there is a great deal of mental energy and focus required as well. Not only the problem solving of "which way do I go", but the focus of remembering technique (keeping my heels down, pull down on the tools, etc..) combine to really require you to live in that moment. And that isn't mentioning what is perhaps the hardest thing to do (at least as a newbie), that is trust your tools. Learning to place your crampon, without being able to see it mind you, and then trust it to hold, was the hardest part for me to tackle. The natural human tendancy is to over use your arms and try to pull yourself up the ice, but you are much better served (and more efficent) when using your feet. I'm fortunate to have JT as a coach or else I'm not sure I'd be enjoying it as much as I have.

With JT's coaching I could feel myself becoming much more confident on this trip. I set about trying to focus on the little tricks and tips of climbing and keeping myself focused. By the final climb of the day it was starting to become natural. So much so, that on that final climb, I felt like I just "did it", without thinking about it. It was great climb to end the day with and a real boost as I plan on going more next winter. It is an activity I am so glad I attempted and one I am so thankful to JT for coaching me on.

The other benefit to us having a three man team on this trip was that the resting member would become the "expedition photographer" so that many cool shots of us climbing could be captured. Between both Todd & I we probably got about 100 images, much to many to post, but here a few:

JT lead climbs (double roped) to setup Top Ropes

Todd flows up the ice on his first ever climb

JT goes for climb number 2.....

Here I go.....

Keeping the heels down....

So, I am now an ice climber. Albeit still a "rookie" but the seed has been planted. With some equipment adjustments and upgrades planned for the off-season, I am already eagerly anticipating next winter.

With spring now upon us in Southern New England, focus now turns to Trail Running, Canoeing & Hiking. My first trail race of the season is almost upon me  (and Todd) as The Northern Nipmuck Trail Race is next up on April 5th. In addition, the first canoe trip of the year has been scheduled for March 29/30, as my sister Jen & I are planning a preliminary trip down the Hockanum River in hopes of entering the River Race on April 6th.

Final preparations have been made for my Appalachian Trail Trip as well. As I stated before, this year I am beginning my "Rest-Of-My-Life Section Hike" of the AT. Each year I hope to do 10 days on the trail, starting from North to South, picking up each year where I left off the previous. This year I'll be going from June 2 - June 8, from Mt. Katahdin to the West Branch Of The Pleasant River (or maybe even Monson if all goes well). I plan for this to take me about 20-22 years to complete (or until I retire). At that point I hope to attempt a traditional thru-hike. Speaking of which....I need a trail name before I start. Since I won't be on the trail long enough to gain one the traditional way, how about those of you I've hiked with come up with one for me?

Lastly, as Winter rolls into Spring, the Trail Race Calendar has been filling out as tentative dates become firm. Recently, JT, Todd & I all entered the lottery for The Mt. Washington Road Race. The lottery results have now been announced and it looks like both JT & I will be attempting this race. Perhaps the beginning of an annual tradtion? So, as of now, my race schedule looks like this, with just a couple dates left to solidify:

Northern Nipmuck Trail Race (16 Miles) - Saturday - April 5, 2008 - Union, CT

7 Sisters Trail Race (12 Miles) - Sunday - May 4, 2008 - Amherst, MA

Soapstone Mountain Trail Run (14.5 Miles) - Sunday - May 18, 2008 - Somers, CT

Nimpmuck Trail Marathon (26.4 Miles) - Sunday - June 1, 2008 - Ashford, CT

Mt Washington Road Race (7.6 Miles) - Saturday, June 21, 2008 - North Conway, NH

Soapstone Assault (4.8 Miles) - Sunday, July 20, 2008 - Somers, CT

Jay's Challenge (33 Miles) - Saturday - July 26, 2008 - Jay, VT

People's Forest Trail (7 Miles) - Saturday - August 2, 2008 - Barkhamsted, CT

Pisgah Mountain Trail Race (31 Miles) - Sunday - September 14, 2008 - Chesterfield, NH

Vermont 50 Miler (50 Miles) - Sunday - September 28, 2008 - Brownsville, VT - Pending Online Registration

Breakneck 20K (12.4 Miles) - Sunday - October 5, 2008 - Union, CT

Stone Cat Trail 50 Miler (50 Miles) - November 8, 2008 - Ipswich, MA

See ya out there........

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Well, it's been a little over a month now since the "off-season" began with my annual running of The Manchester Road Race. Closing the racing year in a race in which both my Brother-In-Law Mike & I set a PR. As an added bonus we both beat Frank Shorter (the only time in my life I'll be able to say that)!

Since then I've been using the time to "actively" recover. Namely, I've been maintaining my base with my daily hour long runs. Each year I use the month of December to give my body a chance to recover from the previous year by slowing down and shortening my runs. By not racing or doing long runs I feel I let my body get some long term recovery. I also use the time to reflect on the past year with the purpose of planning the next. I eagerly look over race calendars and read race reports as I begin the process of planning my own race schedule for 2008. As I type this, I have a preliminary schedule set. Most race dates are still tentative. However, I am running alot of the same events I did last year so I have a fairly good idea of when they will occur. There is still one other long distance event I am contemplating but since I am still undecided I did not include it on my schedule.

With the New Year finally here and my month of active recovery complete, I can now begin the process of building a higher base for what I hope to be a very ambitious year. If you recall, my goal last year was to become an ultra runner. With that goal accomplished I am now focusing on progressing to the next level. As you'll see by the race schedule listed below I have added a couple more long distance events. In addition you'll notice that I have almost completely eliminated "road races" from my schedule. Currently the only road race I plan on running this year is The Manchester Road Race. For the first time in 3 years I will NOT be entering the New York City Marathon Lottery.

You'll will see on my schedule a couple races that have lotteries that I will be entering. One being a return to the Mt. Washington Road Race, the other being the Vermont 50 miler. Both are bit unique. Most of you are familiar with the Mt. Washington race. The Vermont is unique in that it is both a running and a mtn. Bike race simultaneously, both bikers and runners share the trail during the race. With any luck both JT & I will be entering this race, myself as a runner, JT as a rider.

One new race I have already entered (registration opened on December 31 @ midnight) is The Jay Challenge. A grueling 33 mile race (that now qualifies you for a 100 mile race) that takes place in July. It is sure to be one of, if not the highlight of my racing season and perhaps the most grueling event I've done yet. For example, here is an excerpt from their website describing the race:

Racer Director's Warning: The Marathon, (33.0 miles), is considered by our own participants to be the hardest marathon ever put together for it’s distance; This is a trail marathon, and using the word trail is stretching it. One section is actually a bushwhack from flagging tape to flagging tape, and another section will take you on a deer trail leading to a mountain brook. You will run in the brook for about 3 miles. At mile 20 you will cross a 50-foot wide river in order to reach aid station # 6. Only the adventurous, experienced trail runners and fit athletes should sign up for this race. You will get wet and very muddy, and you are likely to end up with scratches on your legs.

Course description: The Marathon is a 33.0 mile, mostly off-road, run.  The race starts by climbing 4,000 feet over 9 miles to the summit of Jay Peak. Then racers head downhill for4 miles, descending 2,000 feet on Ullr’s Dream ski trail, continue on a series of trails through the woods connecting to Wilderness Village back road, and through Jay Village. Then racers will cross fields and rivers, follow a deer trail, and run in a brook. Yes, in the brook, for about 3 miles. A bushwhack and beaver dam leads to a swim across a 50-foot river, (aided by volunteers and a cable), and then racers will reach aid station # 6. It is advisable to re-fuel and rest at aid station #6, because the worst mud hole in the world is yet to come on the last eight miles of the course!

On top of that I hope to tackle my first back-to-back long trail races by entering The Escarpment Trail Race the day after Jay's Challenge. Just another way for me to keep myself motivated.

For the first time this year I also plan to enter some non-running events. The first of these is The Hockanum River Canoe Race. Some of you are familiar with this local race and know that I have always desired to attempt it. Well, I feel this is the year to do so. I hope to convince someone to attempt it with me, but am also willing to tackle it solo if required. The other non-running event will be later in the year when I try a Mtn. Bike race for the first time. I surely don't expect to be competitive but since JT has recruited me to be on his team (along with Lisa, Todd & Mike) I'm sure I'm in for alot of fun.

All that however, is a long way away. In the meantime I am attempting to get out and enjoy winter as much as possible. In the next couple months I have both a Winter hiking overnight and an ice-climbing trip planned with JT to look forward to. And...in the next couple weeks, I hope to attempt my first snowshoe race (North & South Pond Snowshoe Races - http://www.runwmac.com/snowshoes/north%20pond.htm). As you can see 2008 looks to be a great year....Let the games begin!

Ron's (Preliminary) 2008 Race Schedule

North Pond Snowshoe Race (3.5 Miles) - Sat. - January 12, 2008 - Florida, MA

South Pond Snowshoe Race (4.0 Miles) - Sat. - January 19, 2008 - Florida, MA

Northern Nipmuck Trail Race (16 Miles) - Sat. - April 5, 2008 - Union, CT - *Tentative Date*

Hockanum River Canoe Race (7 Miles) - Sun. - April 6, 2008 - Vernon, CT

7 Sisters Trail Race (12 Miles) - Sun. - May 6, 2008 - Amherst, MA - *Tentative Date*

Soapstone Mountain Trail Run (14.5 Miles) - Sun. - May 18, 2008 - Somers, CT

Nimpmuck Trail Marathon (26.4 Miles) - Sun. - June 1, 2008 - Ashford, CT - *Tentative Date*

Mt Washington Road Race (7.6 Miles) - Sat., June 21, 2008 - N. Conway, NH - *Lottery Entry*

Soapstone Assault (4.8 Miles) - Sun., July 20, 2008 - Somers, CT

Jay's Challenge (33 Miles) - Sat. - July 26, 2008 - Jay, VT

Escarpment Trail Run (18 Miles) - Sun. - July 27, 2008 - Haines Falls, NY - *Tentative Date*

People's Forest Trail (7 Miles) - Sat. - August 2, 2008 - Barkhamsted, CT - *Tentative Date*

Pisgah Mountain Trail Race (31 Miles) - Sun. - September 7, 2008 - Chesterfield, NH - *Tentative Date*

Churn & Burn 24 Hours Mountain Bike Race - Sat./Sun. - Sept. 13/14, 2008 - Ashford, CT

Vermont 50 Miler (50 Miles) - Sun. - September 28, 2008 - Brownsville, VT - *Lottery Entry*

Breakneck 20K (12.4 Miles) - Sat. or Sun. - Sept. 27/28, 2008 - Union, CT - *Tentative Date*

Stone Cat Trail 50 Miler (50 Miles) - Sat. - Nov. 8, 2008 - Ipswich, MA

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Maybe it's because I've been born and raised here. Or maybe it's because I've never considered this state  to be overly outdoorsy. In either case, I've always admittedly short changed Connecticut when it comes to  it's natural wonders. Not possessing very large mountains or wide, fast rivers (or open space), I've always overlooked Connecticut as having very beautiful places.

This past year though I was very fortunate to see alot of things in this state that I had forgot about. No  doubt my increase in trail running and my return to hiking have certainly enhanced my outdoor Connecticut  experience. But I think also, it has allowed me to see it all with fresh eyes so to speak. To re-discover this state as I explore both new and old parts with my children.

With the recent warm spell we've had here in Connecticut the thought occurred to me that this past weekend  would one of the best times to seek out some of those hidden treasures. So as a way to ward off a slight feeling of Holiday cabin fever, the Starrett clan piled into minivan for a chance to see one of Connecticut's best kept secrets.

As I mentioned we've had a bit of a warm spell recently which has melted away a good amount of the snow cover we had (about 8"). With snow melt there is rising rivers. A prime time to see one of nature's most beautiful features...the waterfall. And believe it or not there are some place here in Connecticut to see some very impressive ones.

One of my favorite parts of the State is the Northwest Corner, a portion of the State stretching from Granby over to Salisbury. This stretch gives Connecticut more of a Northern Feel and tends be more quiet than further south. This stretch also contains two of my favorite trails in the State, the Tunxis and Metacomet. With both of these trails in the area and the Barkhamsted Reservoir also, one can overlook a small State Forest nestled in between. That seems to be the case with Enders State Forest, rumored to have one of the prettiest set of falls in the state. With a fine winter morning greeting us we set out to see if this claim was true.

A short drive later (isn't everything in Connecticut a short drive) we approached the parking lot to the State Forest. Seeing it obviously hadn't been plowed we debated where to park. We finally decided to just park roadside and the five of us eagerly jumped out of the vehicle to hit the trail. A thick icy crust covered the still present snow on the parking lot as we carefully made our way to the trail.

According to the website (http://www.ctwaterfalls.com/) the falls are a short walk from the parking lot. However, it does warn that the trail gets more treacherous as you progress downstream. Within a quarter mile of the parking lot we came upon the river and the first set of falls.

Immediately impressed by the sight we couldn't fight back the urge to scramble across a small ice bridge to climb to the top of the falls.

We enjoyed some quiet reflection before proceeding downstream to the next set. Tumbling faster and farther this second set even included a small gorge.

As we progressed further downstream it seemed as if each set was getting more and more impressive. So far it appeared the rumors of these falls were true. The other truth was the difficulty of the trail. As we moved further downstream this trail became more and more icy, limiting our access to views. Our peristency paid off however as we were to be rewarded with the best set of falls for our finale.

Slipping and sliding we reached our final viewing spot where we were all surprised by the size and intensity of the fall in front of us.

Overall, we were all extremely impressed by the complete set of falls. Despite the slipping and sliding we all had a great time. A great way to spend a fine winter morning. We all had felt we found a secret place that no one else knew about (although previous footprints proved otherwise) and we left anticipating a return trip in the spring.

Enders State Forest is located in Granby along Route 219. For more info visit: http://www.ctwaterfalls.com/

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The Final Standings & The Off-season

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise! That's how I felt when I found out of my recent "final standing" in this years WMAC Grand Tree Trail Race Series. Surprised because I wasn't even aware that I ran enough races to even qualify (turns out all you need to run is one). I thought one had to sign up for the series before the season and run all the races. Turns out all you need to do is complete 6 of the events to "complete" the series. With finishing Stone Cat last week, I happened to complete my 6th event and therefore the series. In all, 1858 people had run at least one race, 477 ran at least 2, and 67 officially completed the series by running the canonical six or more races. Complete Standings can be found here:
http://www.runwmac.com/gt2007/gt07-total.html

Make sure you check the full standings as there are a couple other runners you know listed (#429 & 430).

I have to admit, I had no idea my finishes were even being tallied by WMAC (Western Mass Athletic Club) but I also have to admit I find it somewhat rewarding to see my name amongst some of the areas best trail runners. As a self admitted mid-packer, it gives me strange sense of pride. I am normally a non-competitive runner whose main focus is on finishing and enjoying the experience of the event so this is all icing on the cake for me.

I won't go out on a limb and predict a higher finish for next year. But, I do plan on running the same events next year as I did this year. There were also a couple others I planned on doing but for some reason or another did not (Seven Sisters & Breakneck 20K). So, even though I will continue my non-competitive style of running, I hopefully will improve my standing in next year's series.

As I do annually in the "off-season", I'll be deciding on which races I am looking to run in 2008. As usual, there is always more than I'll be able to do due to work & family commitments. Plus there are also a few that require lottery entry where I have to hope I get picked. I've also got some unofficial type runs I'd like to do that will require some pre-planning. In any case, I'll post a preliminary schedule once I narrow it down and race dates become official.

In my long term planning, I am currently ahead of my planned pace towards running The Western States 100 within 5 years. With some good fortune, next year will be the first year I enter the lottery for the event. From there....you never know.

The off-season is always a time of looking back at the year as it is wrapping up and looking forward to next season. I have to say that as excited as I was this season, I am more so for next. Now that I know what I can do and what I have done, next year is wide open to new challenges and experiences.

For now, it's time to recharge the batteries so to speak and do some cross training to build up my weak areas. Winter training has always been a challenge but I expect this season to be one of my best winters (in training terms) that I've ever had. Maybe I'll see you out there...

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Stone Cat 50 Mile Trail Race Report - Part 2

With the typical fanfare of an ultra marathon (meaning very little, which is how we like it), we were off. Despite the race now being down to "just the running"; I still had many questions that needed answering and much to figure out. My race strategy was good in theory I thought, but now I would find out if my theory was sound or not.

Coming into the race and all throughout my training I had stuck to a 25:5 ratio of run walk. Basically, I would run 25 minutes, then walk for 5. At the 30 minutes marks, I would drink sports drink from my hand held bottle. At the 60 minute marks, I would eat the food I was carrying. The food I had come to rely on during training was simple and as it turned out very effective for me. I have never been a big fan of any of the "energy" gels, Gu or bars, I just have never really digested them well in addition to never really liking the taste or consistency of them. For this reason and after some experimentation, I now use "real" food. Which for me works out to Pizza & Potatoes. Easy to cook, easy to pack, easy to eat. Due to my own anxieties about what I eat and my previous experience at Pisgah, I decided to carry my own food and fluids via my camelbak & Nathan handheld bottle. Only time would tell now if these strategies would hold true for this race.

Finally, it was all down to just the running. No more planning, no more what if's. Just run. And run I did. Setting out for the first lap, I quickly settled into a very conservative pace. On this very first