Friday, October 7, 2011

My (running) Life in Medals: Mt. Washington Road Race


"There's only one hill," the race director says.  Its true, but its not funny.  I'd hiked Mt. Washington a couple times in the summer of 2005, but I'd never really seen the auto road other than crossing it on the way to the summit.  A co-worker and I decided to throw our names into the lottery for the race, and then promptly forgot about the race.

One day I checked my email and had a note from my coach.  He had forwarded me an email from someone looking to carpool up to New Hampshire for the race.  At first, I was confused.  Then I remembered I'd put my name in the lottery.  When I checked the website, both my co-worker and I had won spots in the race, but were never notified by the race that we'd been accepted.

On race day my plan was simple: run as far as possible before walking, and then minimize walking.  There was a very short flat section before the road headed skyward.  As the incline grew, I shortened my stride and leaned into the mountain.  After mile or so, we headed into a fog.  The road changed from pavement to dirt several times as the miles continued into the clouds.  False flats felt like a heavenly break from the relentless uphill fight against gravity.

Sometime late in the race, I experienced one of the single coolest moments of my running life.  I'd been running through thick fog (clouds) for several miles when all of a sudden, I came through the upper boundary of the clouds into the sunlight.  As I looked out, I could clouds for at least a hundred miles in every direction.  Only one other mountain protruded through the sea of cotton.  It was a gorgeous sunny day above the clouds, but only us racers got to enjoy it.

The race finished with a ridiculous 23% incline.  I "ran" up the final incline and through the finish, finally allowing my screaming leg muscles to rest after 7.6 miles of uphill running.  When I got back to NYC that evening, I grabbed my bike and rode to Prospect Park to join up with City Coach for the last 65 miles of the No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn Century Ride.

1 comment:

Cliff L said...

I cannot imagine myself doing that race without a heavy amount of walking. Is that the finisher medal they awarded you?