Soapstone Mountain Trail Race.
Spending 100 minutes in the woods yesterday was not the best preparation for this, but I hadn't been to this race in quite a few years and thought it was time to go back. The primary goal was simple -- get through uninjured. The secondary goal was maybe to be better then 2.5 hours, which I wasn't sure I could do.
Got a few little twinges in the legs from time to time, but nothing seriously, and afterwards, when cooled off and all sorts of aches sometimes appear, this time the legs just felt tired.
So I accomplished both goals, even though my legs quit on me about halfway and the last 75 minutes was pretty feeble, back to the old ultra feeling, walk all the uphills and just try to keep running the flats. Definitely pretty feeble.
Course
profile.
Results, well, I hung around for a while, had a little to eat (a greasy burger tasted just fine, as did some chips), when I took off maybe an hour and three quarters after the first runner must have come in, there was nary a result to be seen. I did spot a couple of people hunched over a computer off in a corner. Tech is great when it works, but when it doesn't....
On the other hand, a word of praise for the organizers for having what I would call a maître d' informing arrivals of where to register, or where to go pee, or whatever, all in a very pleasant fashion. And the maître d' was none other than
Clint Morse, who ran real well in the short race.