Thursday, August 12, 2010
Good Memories: Cabin Weekend 2006
Some fond memories of this run:
The route was on and off the AT, with some steep ups and downs via connector trails, with stops for breakfast, a historic tour of the former summer home of Herbert Hoover (?), some stream soaking, and a late afternoon ice cream stop right near the end. Early on we stopped for breakfast at a wayside along Skyline Drive (Big Meadows?) where Tom proceeded to consume more than I had ever watched anyone consume during a run. I was in awe, but also curious as to how this was going to work out for him. About 5 minutes into the run I found out, as he left it all along side the trail.
Quatro taught me a thing or 2 about running downhill as he flew by me on more than a few occasions. I watched from behind, in awe. I have since learned to run recklessly downhill. I remember wondering why people kept walking the uphills. Again, this was my first run with a group of ultra runners, and I'd never seen anything like it.
I drove from DC with Kerry and Kirstin and they adopted me. This weekend would soon be followed by many more weekend adventures at Kerry's new training center in Front Royal--Portabello--and the ongoing search for a suitable pool boy (yet to be identified). These were also the days when WUS (the Woodley Park Ultra Society) was founded and my Tuesday nights were taken, too.
The pain following this run was intense. I thought my quads were broken and would never be the same. I seem to remember the distance as 34 miles; I think we named this one Quatro's death march, but many runs could be called the same. Never had I run this far over such varied terrain. I distinctly remember watching others frolicking about the next morning at the cabin and realizing that I was alone in my extreme pain. These people did this all the time, and it didn't even faze them. Little did I know, that I would be sitting here 4 years later, 10 days after a 50 miler and 10 days before a 100K, as one of them.