I ran in the USATF 50 Mile Championship Sunday in Boalsburg, Pennsylvania. The Tussey Mountainback 50 Mile was the host of the race.
Being a Michigan girl, this was the first time I had ever run in the mountains. I knew the race would be a challenge when I saw the elevation chart was over 5000 feet. I really didn't even want to look at the race description because I didn't want to think about the tough spots of the course.
The race started out with a 3.2 mile climb. The course description said it was gently climbing. You could tell that it was. Around every corner was an incline. The next leg was easy. It really felt easy and I actually started to run faster. It felt good to actually run fast. Leg 4 was a struggle. It was a 6.2 mile run. With three miles of climbing and hills and three miles going down. It was at this point, I had issues with my left leg. My hip was throbbing. I had a shooting pain coming down from pelvis. My knee was starting to hurt and my quad was in pain. I decided to walk and keep going. Here, I was seriously considering not finishing. I kept moving and was going to decide at the next aid station if I should continue or stop.
At the next station, the pain went away. That meant I would continue. The next couple of legs were OK. I walked them because my legs felt like cement. On the way to the next few aid stations, I did pass some other people. We chatted for a bit and then I continued on. Most of the others said they would keep going until they were told to stop. I kept telling myself the same thing.
Legs 8 and 9 were very easy. It felt good on my legs. During these legs, I started running again. It was difficult, but I managed. Heading into the aid station that started Leg 10, I was told I was within the five minute window of the cutoff time. I asked volunteers how long the to next aid station and what time I had to be there. They gave me the time and asked if I wanted to continue. I turned around and started walking the next leg. I was told it was 5.3 miles and it was challenging. Challenging meant there were going to be some hills. The volunteers yelled to me as I was leaving that I only had a half marathon to go. I was so worried I wouldn't make the cutoff time. I started crying while walking. After sobbing for a short time, I told myself crying wouldn't get me there any faster. I needed to keep going and see what you could do.
I made it to the next aid station with five minutes ahead of the cutoff. I quickly took what I needed from the station, had workers fill up my handheld water bottle and was on my way. Leg 10 was the hardest one yet. Just when I thought I was done walking up huge, long hills and inclines, around the corner was another. The huge hills didn't stop for a mile or two. I was trying not to look ahead at how much longer I had until I crested the hill. I mainly just looked at the ground in front of me. Slowly, I made it over all of the hills.
I made it to the second to last aid station. The volunteers said I just made it in time. As I was heading out on a two mile out and back, I passed a male ultra runner. He said to me, "only two more hills." I don't know what that guy was talking about. There were more then two hills. At that point, it felt like 1000 hills. The long and winding road felt just like that. It felt like I was walking forever. As I was getting closer to the turnaround, there was an clearing in the trees. The clearing was the prettiest view I saw all day. It overlooked so many colorful trees. I didn't look at it too long because I had business to finish. The path leading to the turnaround had long jaggy rocks sticking up and out of the ground. I kept looking at the ground to make sure I didn't trip over any of them or step on them wrong and twist my ankles. I was so relieved to make it out of the jaggy rocks in one piece.
I made it to the last exchange at 6 p.m. A volunteer told me I did make the final cutoff time. She said I could stop or keep going. I told her I would keep going. I said if I make it to the finish at 7 p.m. great, if not I would get in a vehicle and have someone drive me back in. She said she would meet me in a while to see how I was doing. The last leg was 4.2 miles. I had one hour to go before the race was officially over. I came all of this way, my plan was to finish it. At mile marker 36, I started running again. I haven't ran in hours, but I knew it was the only way I was going to make it. I was surprised my pace was decent and though my legs hurt, I knew I could handle it. The lady volunteer met me and another runner in front of me at mile 37. She said she would stay with me until the end because it was getting dark. She said that she has done this for the last 4 years and she would do anything to help us finish.
She ran in front of me and told me I was doing good. Soon we passed mile 38. Only two miles to go and a half hour left on the clock. She told me to keep on her shoulder. I told her I was trying. Thirteen minutes later, we passed mile 49. She told me that this was my mile. It was mile 49. My bib number was 49, so it did feel like my mile. I kept looking at her back trying to pull her in. With a half mile to go, she said that I was almost there. The finish line had lights around it and we could see them. She told me that I was going to make it. When the finish line was in sight, the volunteer pulled off to the side and told me to go. I ran as fast as I could toward the finish line. Other volunteers and my husband were waiting for me. I crossed the line in 11 hours 50 minutes and 46 seconds, unofficial time. I was so happy that I could finally stop moving. I was handed a medal, a blanket and everyone was so happy for me. I posed for a photo with my husband underneath the finish line banner. With my finish, I was the official last runner.
So many times over the 50 miles, I thought about quitting. I didn't because I didn't want to say to people that I didn't finish the race. That would have been awful to me. I have never dropped out of a race. I didn't want to have my first DNF at this race that I traveled so far to. I'm glad that I didn't give up. I am very proud of what I accomplished and my determination.
EDITED: My official time was 11:50:50. I finished in 108th place. In the USATF Women's Open, I finished in 17th place. In the women's open (under 40 years old), I finished in fifth place.