Sometime this past spring, I pulled a core muscle while doing plank rows (not the greatest first line in a story, but it sets the tone). I had a similar injury 3 or 4 years ago while doing planks and I found that (after more than a year) the injury just wouldn't heal until I stopped running completely for 6 or 8 weeks. Needless to say, I've since stopped doing planks. I had already signed up for several races though, so I decided that I would just run them all before taking some time off to heal. The one good thing about the groin injury is that it doesn't really affect my running. The only time that it's noticeable is when I'm getting out of bed in the morning or stretching. The last races on my calendar were in September, so the plan is to stop running for all of October and at least part of November. As it turned out, I had some sort of running event every weekend in September, so I was able to finish with a month full of fun running events.
Weekend One, The Hawk - I like to think of the Hawk weekend as Christmas for Trail Hawks. Since this event is such a huge undertaking, nearly every Trail Hawk is somehow involved, so I get to see lots of friends that I don't see often. I helped setup the Lands End aid station on Friday night before enjoying the awesome pre-race meal. On Saturday morning I helped at Lands End Aid Station, then went home for a nap to rest up for pacing Bill on loop 3 of his hundred mile race.
At Lands End Aid Station
The heat/humidity were really taking a toll on the runners in the afternoon. We started loop 3 around 7 PM, and Bill was feeling better (after overheating on loop 2) by the time we got back to West Park Road, but the lightning and anticipated storm had us wondering if we should just stay at the aid station till things calmed down. The lightning seemed to be moving off to the north, and the thunder was more distant, so we headed out for the Bunker Hill/dirt road section. Aside from some light rain, things went well till we were just past Lands End. While Bill was fueling up at the Lands End aid station, I overheard that the lightning that we could see was part of a storm that should just miss Clinton Lake, so we should be good all the way back to the start/finish. I also overheard my favorite quote of the night as a sick runner decided it was time to get off of the tarp where he'd been recovering from (I presume ) overheating, "Dude, don't roll in your own puke" (to me, it seems better than rolling in someone else's). So, we were just a mile or so past Lands End when the storm hit. As the trail quickly became a river, we debated whether or not to put on our rain ponchos. Once we were thoroughly drenched we finally decided to stop and put them on. I feel somewhat to blame for this as I had just shared my rain poncho theory with Bill, which was that the surest way to prevent a rain storm is to carry around a rain poncho. I had a dozen or so in the basement that I'd acquired over the years, and had never once needed to use any of them. It was a slippery muddy mess for the next 1-2 hours as we finished up loop 3. I was just glad that my sandals didn't slide off my feet in the mud, and that I'd managed to keep Bill moving and on-course. He seemed in good spirits, as there was nothing to do but laugh at the mud, he also seemed to still be moving very well after 75 miles. Bill and I had gabbed the whole night through, but the conversation that I remember most is when we were reciting our favorite lines from Townes VanZandt songs. I'm sure he's still impressed at my rendition of "To Live is to Fly". I left for home shortly after Bill and Shari headed out for loop 4, not envying the miles of mud that they faced, but knowing that they' d manage to have fun anyway.
Moon over Clinton Lake (taken during a restroom stop near Lands End)
The Full Moon Crew (John was really revved up :-))
Shari, Al, me
Adrian, Al, me
Weekend Two, The Moonlight Levee Run - The idea was born on a run, naturally. Adrian, Al, Jeff, and I were running the levee one Saturday morning in August, and I thought "This would be fun to run under a full moon". About a week later, I Googled "Full Moon" and was happy to see that the next one would be Friday the 13th. All I had to do was send out a Facebook invite and show up at the parking lot by the levee. We started at sunset (7:30) and headed west to watch the colors of the fading daylight, then turned around to watch the moonrise on the return trip. The weather was perfect, in the 70's with no clouds to obscure the moon. There were around 15 of us that showed up to run, with different pace/distance groups breaking off after the start. Afterwards, several of us met up at the Kaw Valley Public House for a few cool-down brews. It was definitely one of the highlights of my summer.
(l-r) Adrian, Al, Moon, Shari, me)
Weekend Three, Konquer the Konza - I really love this race. It's a 10k/25k on the Konza Prairie, just south of Manhattan, KS. The open prairie views are just stunning. There are a few good climbs on the course (one that is steep enough that limestone steps have been put in to combat erosion), but it's not technical at all. The surface is almost entirely dirt roads or a fine gravel similar to rails to trails surfaces. Due to a forecast morning storm, the start time was pushed back to noon. The delay was welcome since it's an hour and a half drive from Lawrence. In fact, as we (Adrian, Al, me) got our bibs before the race, the cold beer tub was just too tempting to pass up, I mean, it was after 11:00, soooo...... :-) There were several Trail Hawks that made the drive (no Lawrence/Manhattan rivalry amongst trail runners), so several of us met afterwards in Manhattan for some delicious pizza at AJ's, which has a huge shady outdoor dining area that was perfect for a bunch of sweaty/stinky/starving trail runners.
(clockwise from left) Bruce, Mike's sister ??, Mike, Adrian, Al, Colinda, John, Shari, me at AJ's
Weekend Four, Flatrock 25 - I have a love/hate relationship with the Flatrock 25k/50k races. I absolutely love the course, the people, the history etc., it was my first ultra back in 2013. I ran that year with my brother in-law John, and 10 minutes before the start, it began pouring rain that lasted the next 4 hours. It was an absolute blast! I've run the 50k twice and have dropped to the 25k twice (once because of an injury, and this year due to a scheduling conflict). One thing that I dislike is that I have to drive over two hours to get there, there are other issues I'd rather not get into, it's enough to say that I really enjoyed the overall vibe of the race this year after a few years away. This year, I gabbed with some runners from Mound Ridge Kansas who were having a great time and a guy from Arkansas (another Mike). Mike and I stayed together for the "out" section (~ 7.5 miles) and a bit of the return section. I enjoyed hearing about his running group that had come up for this race. I ran fairly well, but held back a bit as I had another running event the next day. In my mind, I was hoping to repeat my sub 3 hour time from a few years back, but I was not surprised or disappointed to see the clock read 3:16 at the finish line. A first for me was an outbound runner (as I was inbound) hollered "How old are you?" as he approached. He looked older than me so I didn't really mind, but all that money I spent on Botox was apparently for naught.
A very sad note regarding this race is that a 50k runner was struck and killed by lightning a short distance from the finish line. He was a young (29, I believe), married, father of 3, and my heart really goes out to his friends and family. I cannot imagine the shock and grief that they must be going through.
Cruising Early on the Flatrock Course with Mike, photo by Mile 90
Weekend Four, I Double Ogg Dare You - If you're wondering why I would schedule tough races on consecutive days, I can sum it up in four letters, FOMO (fear of missing out). 2018 was the first year for the I Double Ogg Dare You, and after seeing the pics and hearing the stories of how much fun everyone had, I just didn't want to miss out in 2019. The event is held at the top of Ogg Road in Shawnee Mission Park. Ogg Road is the favorite (read "most-feared") road for area runners to run hill repeats on, because it is a very steep half mile of road that's not very busy traffic-wise (the road is blocked off from all traffic for this event). For each loop, runners start at the top, run a half mile to the bottom, then run/hike back up to the top. The goal is to see how many loops you can complete in 6 hours (9 AM-3 PM). There is also a 5k race that starts at 8 AM.
It was hot and humid, photo by Mile 90
Since the course is 1.1 miles per loop, 24 loops roughly equals a marathon and will earn you a custom shirt with your mileage printed on it. Every runner that I know has more race shirts than they can possibly wear, and will do practically anything to earn more of them. I am no exception. I wanted that shirt but I really doubted that I'd be able to earn one. I had no idea what my legs would have left in them after running 25k the day before. So, I just forgot about the shirt and had some fun. There were so many positive goofballs out there running up and down that road that it was impossible not to be having a good time. Everyone cheers everyone else on, whether going up or down. Diane was blowing her whistle, Jay wore a different costume on every loop, and Todd was out there helping/cheering everyone. Todd is recovering from an injury, but that didn't stop him from acting as a personal pacer/cheerleader for anyone needing a little extra help running a loop. I don't know how many he ran, but he sure made one of my late-race loops much more enjoyable when he joined me.
Before I knew it, 5-plus hours had gone by and I had my 24 loops. "I'm done" I announced, and then instantly regretted it, I should've just gone silently over to collapse in my chair. Coleen heard me say it, and she wasn't having it. Before I knew it she had filled my water bottle, ran with me through gravel road section, and then wished me luck as I headed back down the hill for "just one more". I still hadn't figured it out after that loop, because when I announced "Now, I'm really done", I was "strongly encouraged" to do "just one more". Yvonne convinced me that I could do it and she would join me on the loop just to be sure that I made it. By this time, my brakes (quads) were failing on the downhill, and I really couldn't run any of the uphill, but I made it. This time after making sure that my loop had been counted, I just grabbed a slice of pizza and didn't announce anything (although I did have time for one more), and cheered on the runners as they tried to beat the clock on their last loops. I will definitely be back for more Oggs next year!
A nice droneshot of the start/finish/aid station/turn around area, photo by Todd Chandler
(no obvious signs of PED use)
The only remaining running event on my 2019 calendar is to help out at Sanders Saunter in November. I bought a rowing machine a few weeks ago, so I will use it to keep my cardio fitness and hopefully strengthen my troublesome lower back at the same time. I hope to be fully recharged mentally and physically by the end of the year and raring to go for another year of running!
