Yesterday Chris and I "ran" the Vermont 50k entirely together. We stopped in Bradford for lunch and coffee - and some impromptu cider pressing - on the drive down Saturday afternoon. Chris is obviously amazed by cider technology.
For the first time ever in a "race," I toted the camera and filled a memory card. Just enjoying the day, the miles, and the beautiful scenery was a joy.
We had lots of time to chat with the locals...
And hang out at aid stations. This was Margaritaville, a blatant misnomer since there were no margaritas and no 'villes. Boo!
They did have rum-rats though.
The race was huge this year, with something like 700 mtn. bikers and 550 runners! The course is a mix of dirt road and trail. Early on there were some nice quiet moments where we enjoyed virtual solitude on the trail.
Then there were other sections where the cluster**** factor was pretty high. This race has grown so much in popularity since its humble beginnings in 1993. The event has always been both a running and mountain biking race and is the major fundraiser for Vermont Adaptive Ski and Sports. Everyone was very cordial and friendly, but the constant back-and-forth was annoying at times to both runner and biker. Of course, this was more of a factor for the 50k runner vs. the 50m. (And if I do this race again, it will probably be the mtn. bike race vs. the run.)
More chatting with the locals...
Chris's favorite moment of the day was coming across a woman in the middle of the woods with a cooler full of beer... and she was sharing! Trail magic! Trail magic! It was a very warm day for late September (low 80s!) so the beer was awesome.
Mt. Ascutney. The end in sight! Sort of. There were still a few miles of mud, ups 'n downs, helping a biker who'd badly crashed, and slogging through the last three miles.
I have run the VT 50 miler 11 times, biked it twice, and now done the 50k and have never felt better at the finish. Running with my honey rocks. :)