9th Umstead Marathon
March 3, 2012
I’m startled from sleep at 2:30 in the morning by loud claps
of thunder and flashes of light. A
huge thunderstorm rolls by overhead, rattling the windows and making the whole
house vibrate. The 9th
running of the Umstead Marathon is less than 7 hours away.
The Umstead Marathon has been on my race dream list since I
first started running a little over a year ago. When I first heard of a marathon run completely within the
borders of this park and that included some of its more challenging single
track trails, I was hugely drawn to the thought of participating, but also very
respectful of the challenge (and a bit intimidated). The added challenge of
Umstead is that it has a 6 hour cutoff.
That isn’t much of a consideration for the speedier runners out there,
but for me it was a real concern. I had only completed my first marathon 4
months ago. At the Raleigh City of
Oaks Marathon, I ran at an easy going pace, stopping to greet friends and
family along the way, snap pictures, enjoy treats and calf massages from my
crew... My finish time was
5:52. Did I really expect to
complete the Umstead Marathon, on single track no less, in under 6 hours?
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| Course map |
That’s been the focus of my training for the last 4
months. Before I even considered
registering for Umstead, I ran a few 20 mile training runs along the course
just to see if I could come anywhere near the required pace. It was close, but I did it, and I could
feel myself getting stronger each time.
So when registration opened, I signed up within the first hour. The race is limited to just 200
entrants and sells out within a matter of a day or two. I didn’t want to take a slot from
another more capable runner if I didn’t think I could complete the course, but
my training runs really gave me the confidence I needed to try. My last test was running the National
Breast Cancer Marathon in February and really giving it a good try. New marathon finish time: 5:13. I think Umstead was within my reach.
The worst of the storms passed during the early morning
hours. Posts on the race’s
Facebook page said that barring tornados or hugely dangerous lightening storms,
the race would be a go. I awoke again
at 5:30 to the sound of a steady downpour and temps of about 60F. I could deal with that.
The race was set to begin at 9 am. Umstead is only a 15 minute drive from my home. Pretty convenient. Entering the park was a steady stream
of vehicles with various running related decals, bumper stickers and
magnets. Volunteers directed us to
our respective parking areas from under their huge umbrellas and rain
slickers. It was gonna be a wet
one.
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| Race Swag |
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| Before the race |
Entering the lodge of Camp Lapihio, you’re greeted by the
smell of a wood fire and the busy hum of runners as they greet old friends and
become acquainted with new ones. I
had plenty of time to stash my gear, visit with friends and hit the portajohns
one last time. It’s always
interesting to me at the start of the race how different everybody’s
preparations are. Some runners
withdraw into themselves with serious looks on their faces. Obviously their minds are filled with
race related thoughts, last minute concerns. Perhaps self doubt and nervousness
are at play? Other runners are hugely gregarious and work the crowd cheerfully
hugging and hand shaking and greeting one and all with loud hellos, jokes,
catching up on their latest training news and chatting about upcoming
events. Then there’s another
contingent who find a bubble of peace, whether it’s right within the crowd or
off to the side. One of this genre
was lying on a bench, eyes closed, breath steady and deep. Everybody prepares for the upcoming
experience in their own way.
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| Camp Lapihio |
Runners are called to line up. The rain has tapered off to just the faintest mist. There are less than 200 of us, so the
pack is a small one. Final race
directions are announced over the PA and we’re off!
I knew that if I wanted to complete this race within the
time limit, I needed to run within myself from the very beginning. I was surprised at how many people went
out fast. The pack was pretty
tight through the first half mile or so.
I never looked back over my shoulder to confirm it, but I think I was
one of the last five runners within the first quarter mile. That’s ok. That’s how I like to start. I knew I’d be using a run/walk strategy throughout the day,
but I didn’t feel like I needed to stick with a hard ratio. The trail’s ups and downs would dictate
plenty of walk breaks in addition to my scheduled ones.
The race starts out with a short out and back on the airport
overlook spur of the Reedy Creek bridle trails for the first mile or so. This is so the runners can spread out a
bit to more easily navigate the upcoming single track portions. After that mile or so warm up, we dive
under the forest canopy for several miles of narrow single track along the
Company Mill and Sycamore Trails.
Here the runners must go single file and all attention is directed
downward to our feet and the path ahead.
Rocks, mud, roots, it’s all there in force.
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| Mud and rocks and roots, oh my! (photo courtesy of Jim Wei) |
I don’t have a pair of dedicated trail running shoes, so I was
running this race in my much loved Asics 3020s. They’re great for the roads, greenways and more perfectly
groomed bridle trails, but they’re not so great for traction on mud covered
single track, so I was especially cautious over these miles. I did have on a pair of “Dirty Girl”
gaiters and was grateful for their added protection.
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| Runners climbing the switch backs on single track |
I soon joined the tail end of a long line of runners happily
making their way through the wooded tracks. We laughed and joked and hallo’d and called to one another as we climbed and descended the
various ridges and creek valleys.
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| Typical single track trail (photo courtesy of Jim Wei) |
At the back of the pack, we were all just worried about
staying upright. There were plenty
of indications along the trail that some who had been ahead of us had taken
some monstrous wipeouts. Long
smears of smoothed mud where obviously some had lost their footing. Coming back up the final sections of
Sycamore loop, I heard the unmistakable “oof” and felt more than heard the
“whomp” as the poor guy in back of me did a complete face plant on the trail
just 20 feet behind me. I
immediately turned round and ran back to his position, but he was already
picking himself up and swiping at some of the mud and leaf debris that covered
his legs and hands. A little shaken
up, but he was fine and we turned back up the trail and proceeded on.
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| "BE CAREFUL ON THE DEVIL'S SPINE" (photo courtesy of Shannon Johnstone) |
Rain-slicked bridge crossings, swollen streams, the pitter
patter of gently falling rain on the few brown leaves left clinging to the
branches overhead. The final climb
up to Reedy Creek to rejoin the bridle trails was filled with the sounds of
squelching mud as a half dozen of us gingerly traversed a long expanse of trail
that was literally buried in mud. It's all good!
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| (photo courtesy of Jim Wei) |
Breaking out onto the bridle trails from the last of the
single track at around mile 8 was a welcome relief. No more painstaking progress with eyes
directed downward. The single track was loads of fun, kinda like an adult mud pit playground, but it was also very tiring. I had
challenged myself to do better than a 14 min/mile pace over the single track
and my average at this point was roughly 13:30. All good.
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| "WATCH OUT...THE TREE OF DEATH!" (Photo courtesy of Shannon Johnstone) |
The bike and bridle trails of Umstead are crushed gravel/cinder,
wide and expansive, well groomed trails that are a delight to run through the
woods on. Not to be mistaken for
an easy path though, the bike and bridle trails are definitely not flat. Some of the more impressive stretches
have names like “Corkscrew Hill” and “Cemetery Hill”. I don’t think the Boston Marathon’s famed "Heartbreak Hill" has
anything on Umstead.
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| Hitting my stride on the bridle trails |
Once I hit the bridle trails, I fell into an easy running
pace and saved my walk breaks for the climbs. There were plenty of well stocked aid stations along the way
and roving aid bikers with panniers stuffed with gels and water bottles who
would miraculously appear along the trail just when you needed them.
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| Coming into an aid station |
My next goal was to make the 14.8 mile cutoff by 12:15. I’d be cutting it close, but if I stuck
to business and didn’t dawdle too long at the aid stations, I should make
it. I started passing some of the
back of the pack runners about this point. I’m not a fast runner, but I’m a steady one, and every event
I’ve ever been in, I’ve managed to maintain a fairly steady speed from
beginning to end, which allows me to reel in a lot of the folks who get carried
away at the beginning and go out too fast.
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| "TOENAILS are for SISSIES" (photo courtesy of Shannon Johnstone) |
As we turned onto S. Turkey Creek at mile 10, I was greeted
by the melody of Rocky’s theme song being played by a young boy on his trumpet
– AWESOME. Heading on out from the
mile 10 aid station, the course has a sweet mile or two long section of gradual
downhill. That felt great. It was here that I started to see the
leaders of the race making their way back. They were hitting mile 19, I was hitting mile 11 ;-) They looked like they were flying!! Lots of hellos, some hi-fives and calls
of encouragement were shared among us all.
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| South Turkey Creek Trail |
The Turkey Creek Trail is a well respected section of the
bike and bridle trails at Umstead.
A seemingly endless string of ups and downs, some rather steep for both
runners and bikers. The fact that
the Umstead Marathon has you traverse this section of trail TWICE can be a bit
demoralizing, especially on the return trip when you’re hitting the high teen
miles. I just kept my head down
and focused on the ground immediately ahead of me on some of the tougher
sections and took the steep hills one step at a time. I had to make that cutoff and I didn’t have much time to
spare. As I finally finished up
the first pass through Turkey Creek, I had perhaps a half mile to go to the
cutoff point. I was going to
make it, but I wondered about the runners behind me.
I hit the aid station at the turnaround, refilled my water
bottles and headed back out for the return trip on Turkey Creek. I passed several runners who were still
making their way to the cutoff and just a few tenths of a mile beyond, I came
upon “The Grim Sweeper”. He was
riding his bike just behind two inbound runners and they were gamely taunting
him and making jokes about getting pulled, but they were also continuing to
make their way towards the turnaround as quickly as they could. A few other runners further behind them
were not so lucky and did in fact get pulled.
Turkey Creek once again. Around mile 17, I noticed that the inside of my left arm was starting to bother me. I guess the rainfall had dampened my shirt sufficiently to cause it to chafe the skin on the inside of my upper arm. Now that skin was starting to smart quite a bit with each swish of my arm back and forth and the sting of sweat. I tried running with my arm held out to the side a bit, but it was seriously annoying and I didn’t want to have to run like that for the next 9 miles. I focused on the trail ahead and tried to enjoy the beauty of the surrounding woods now that so many of the runners had spaced themselves out and stretches of the trails were almost deserted.
By mile 19, I knew I was going to have to do something about
my arm. Luckily, there was some
medical support at the mile 20 aid station. Two likely volunteers jumped to it
when I asked for some medical attention.
One of these gentlemen was wearing a red spaghetti strap evening gown
over his shorts, t-shirt and hiking boots and made quite the picture
;-) They wrapped some lengths of
gauze around my arm to cover the abraded skin while I chowed down on some of
the best tasting Oreos I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying and a couple of
sections of banana to round out my snack.
Bandaged and fed, I headed back on my way for the final 6.2 miles.
Now that my arm was protected, I felt immense relief and was
better able to focus. The return
up Reedy Creek is wide and open and very well groomed. It has some respectable hills, but
they’re long and gradual compared to Turkey Creek. I was pushing myself a bit just to see how close I could
come to a 5:30 finish. My stop at
the first aid tent had cost me a few minutes, but I really did need that help
and don’t regret having spent the time getting patched up.
One last 2 mile long spur down and back on the Cedar Creek Trail
between miles 22 ad 24. As you
make the turn onto Cedar Creek, there was another aid station with a varied assortment
of offerings. I scored a cup of
flat coke, refilled a water bottle and headed down the trail. Cedar Creek is a rocky bridle trail
with plenty of washout ruts that can easily twist an ankle if you’re not
careful. I was seeing some mighty
tired runners coming back up out of Cedar Creek, but I was actually feeling
pretty strong at this point and charged on ahead. Finally, the last turnaround at the bottom of Cedar Creek
and the mile long climb back out and I’d be in the home stretch.
Turning back onto Reedy Creek felt like turning onto a
highway by comparison to Cedar Creek's rutted pathway. Last big push
and Cemetery Hill straight ahead.
It’s a nasty one to throw at a tired runner so close to the end of a
marathon, but I did the best I could alternating walking and running to finally
crest the top at Mile 25. One more
mile to go!
I was so pleased that I still felt some strength in my legs
once Cemetery Hill was behind me.
I really wanted to run in that last mile as best I could. Head down, legs turning over as quickly
as I could. Push!
As I made the final turn down the drive to Camp Lapihio, a car that was leaving the parking area pulled to an abrupt halt, the doors flew open and the Walters-Clift family jumped out to yell and clap and cheer me on! Thanks for the final rally Charles, Nancy, Flora and Oliver. What a great surprise!
I knew I wasn’t going to hit that 5:30 mark, but I was going to come darn close. The finish line was just up ahead with the lodge directly beyond. Woohoo! A small crowd was cheering in the remaining runners and I sailed across the finish line with a huge smile on my face! 5:32:44! And my last mile had been my fastest of the entire marathon by over a minute!
I knew I wasn’t going to hit that 5:30 mark, but I was going to come darn close. The finish line was just up ahead with the lodge directly beyond. Woohoo! A small crowd was cheering in the remaining runners and I sailed across the finish line with a huge smile on my face! 5:32:44! And my last mile had been my fastest of the entire marathon by over a minute!
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| After the finish! |
I paced around a bit to slow my thumping heart and let my
legs loosen up. I grabbed my
beautiful bat adorned finisher’s pint glass that I had worked so hard to earn. After a few minutes of visiting with
some of the other folks milling around at the finish, I made a dash into the
lodge to grab a monstruously huge Moe’s burrito to munch on. It was perfect! I spent the next half hour hanging at
the finish line to cheer on the remaining runners. The last finishers were greeted with huge cheers and another
Umstead Marathon came to a close.
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| My Finisher's Trophy |
Each of the 3 marathon’s I’ve run now has had its own unique
character and feel. The Raleigh
City Of Oaks (my first), is filled with images of the friends and family who
came out to support me over the entire length of the course. The National Breast Cancer Marathon in
Jacksonville, FL had huge crowd support and that lovely 3 mile stretch along
the beach at sunrise. Definitely
memorable. I think the Umstead is
my favorite though. I just love,
love, love Umstead State Park and feel so lucky to have this treasure in my own
backyard. I never feel so alive
and joyful running as I do on trails.
It was the most challenging course of the three by far, but perhaps the
most satisfying (even though it wasn’t my fastest). The Godiva Track Club did an exceptional job hosting this
event. I will definitely be back!
Postscript: Next time I go to peel gauze from a wound, wet
it first. There had been no
barrier or ointment between my raw abraded skin and the gauze. When Paul went to unwind it so I could
take my shower, he managed to pull off a layer of skin that had dried and stuck
to the gauze. OUCH!!! All the guys
who complain about the pain of bloody nipples when they enter a shower had
nothing on me when I stepped under the shower head. Both arms ended up having 2-3” long strips of what looked
like road rash where they had rubbed against the sleeve of my wet running tee
for 20 miles.
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| Umstead Marathon Elevation (from my Garmin) |
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| Race mile splits |
Gear:
running shorts
Injinji toe socks
Asics 3020 gel shoes
Dirty Girl Gaiters
Visor (which I soon ditched)
Nathan fuel belt (with 10 oz water and 20 oz of my
Perpetuem/Hammer Gel slurry)
Enduralyte caps (I consumed perhaps 5 or 6)
Garmin 310XT worn over an Under Armour fabric wrist band
Rawthreads bamboo fiber t-shirt
Asics arm warmers
Moving Comfort Fiona bra
