50K Extreme Trail Run...and it went perfectly!!Started at 6:15...told the wife to start looking for me at around 4pm, likely...and finished at 3 minutes 'til...total of 9:42.A few hallmarks:Started the day with 100ozs of Gatorade/Protein powder mix in my CamelBak. That was gone before mile 20. Filled it back up there with straight Gatorade (at an aid table) and IT was gone as I finished. Aaaand I drank cups of gatorade and water at every rest stop - 5 or 6. I had a Gu at every stop and carried some, as well. Total GU take was around 10 probably. I also ate a Met-RX protein bar - 1/2 at a time...once about 3 hours in...the other half probably around 7 in. The run was entirely in the woods...with but 1 mile or so stretch on park pavement. The woods provided plenty of shade throughout...but was "woodsy" humid and very warm as the afternoon wore on. Trails, of course...are not flat! Each footfall is different - all race long! Up...down...even on the "flats", the trail isn't flat! Roots, washes, deadfalls, rocks, mud, leaves, no "trail" - simply overland through the woods,etc...this requires one to pay attention...to every step...and every up-coming step - choosing where you will "land" next! Your running vision is continually scanning the trail ahead (but not too far ahead!) up and back - charting your course. Your running awareness must be at peak...all race long. As soon as your mind begins to wander - down you go! Tripping, rolling, stumbling, twisting, crashing, etc - I've seen it all! Maximum running awareness leads to maximum running joy...IMO. Nothing but fun!!Had to hotel it the day before as the race start was too far away to leave home and go the morning of. This essentially means...no homefield advantages in sleeping, eating, etc. So be it. Slept on the floor of a cheap hotel just off the freeway. Ate and drank as best I could...belly was not so good by morning! Again...so be it!Wife kept up her chatter about..."50K, 50K, 50K...I can't believe it!! You're crazy! 50k!! Wow!! I'm thinking - "S-T-F-U hon"...but simply respond - "I'm fine..." "It's okay..." Wife and kids think I'm gonna die...but I simply know my capabilities...AND my limitations.Essentially on Marathon-like distances...I merely note internally that I'm going for a run, a long run...that'll take all day. Piece a cake.Only a few minutes before I started did I begin to fear! That quickly dissapated...and we were off! 44 of us would run the 50k...34 more would run 50 MILES! Ultimately...I would beat an old man and another guy...and several 50 milers would beat me! (This 76 yr old man apparently holds the Minnesota record for 65+ age group - in the 100k!!)The day started nice and cool and a little breezy...by noonish it was 80+ and no wind. Birds were singing all morning...but by afternoon, every f'n big f'n fly was conducting kamikaze exercises around my gourd!! Jeez that was annoying!! I run in a regular cotton T-shirt (old race T-shirts) with the sleeves ripped off. Always have. It was comfortable. Bandaid'ed up my nips...but at some point bandaids went their own way, I noted afterwards. One stuck to my belly...the other just plain gone!Had to shorten my stride length somewhere in the 4 or 5 hour range...as my groin muscles in both legs began to---what? I don't know?? They simply began to hurt...and I noted that only in shortening my stride did I not aggravate any worse. I still don't know...I'm fine today. But that was kind of a new thing during the race. Knees always become "tired" after a few hours...I just run with it. Shoulders and neck really began to tighten up after 7 or 8 hours...lots of stretching kept me fine. Likely the CamelBak and the "running stick" I carry contribute to that. Wife bought me a 5' long hickory staff last Fall for my birthday. I've carried on all trail runs since (including my "daily" trail runs). Probably a hair heavier than optimum, but...a stick is a necessity for me on a run in the woods. I have a couple of herniated discs in my lower back...and it simply is essential that I keep my center of gavity on a run..."centered"! Any sudden twisting or turning, sliding or losing balance - center of gravity shifting without notice, etc - would be disastrous! The stick helps with all of this. Helps going up hills and down...helps in creek crossings, running through mud and walking on logs, etc. Helps in simply stopping to rest for a moment...in that I can shift some weight off of my feet. Simply wouldn't run without anymore...anymore than without my Camelbak or my shoes!Also because of back concerns...I've learned to run "light"...as in light on my feet. Won't find me pounding down the trail...in big, looping strides anymore. My back simply wouldn't take the pounding. I run lightly...with a gliding gait...and upright...turning to shorter, shuffling steps as my muscles become more and more fatigued. Simply not as much pushing power any longer...The back...and what I must do to protect it are simply running constants. I don't mind, but I do know going into a race...that I will NOT be fast...and that I WILL be near the tail-end.

MY "time" simply has no relevance to my sense of accomplishment...my personal "glory"...or as a measure of my performance.I passed nobody all day...except the old man about 10 minutes in. We chatted for a few minutes...gave each other a thumbs-up...then I never saw him again. He finished an hour or so behind me. Towards the latter part of my race day...I was passed by a number of 50-milers...all but 1 or 2...passing along their encouragements! Also in conjunction with these 2 races...were relay's with teams of 5 or 6 runners...running different sections of trail. Passed all day by these folks...mostly younger...and almost all offering encouragement to the Ultra-guy! Was very nice...

! At one point...around 6 hours or so...I could hear through the woods a buncha cheering every so often. This meant civilization again, for one (water, food...a smiling face...!) but also a gathering of runners cheering on their teamates as they emerged from the forest. Pretty cool, I thought - I'm gonna pretend their cheering for ME when I get there...

When I left the woods...there they were - about 50 young people...runners all...and indeed...they WERE cheering for me!!

Brought tears to my eyes! They'd formed a large group...on either side of the trail...in a clearing for the aid station...and they were cheering and clapping and giving to each runner as we approached the 20 mile marker. WoW!!! Simply an incredible boost!! Very, very generous -

Finished fine...felt great! Tired - sure. Very tired...! Wifey was awaiting my finish...she'd volunteered to help all day long at the finish point. She'd seen me coming - recognizes my running "form" she says - (upright, steady...like the little engine that could ) - anyway...she'd seen me coming even before the finish line call went out - "Runner cominnnng"! This brought everyone to their feet...all the runners that had finished...all the volunteers cooking, passing out goodies, etc...exhorting us across the last 100 yards or so of meadow...to finish up our running day!!You shoulda heard the roar when the old fella came in sight!! Simply amazing!!Very, very nice way to finish!!That's enough, I guess...I really could go on and on. I had an excellent day...a memorable run...and I've lived to run another day!

These events are nothing but pure joy! Wonderful lessons in generosity and comraderie as a group - and personal exercises in a sort of spirituality and perseverance as an individual. I love every moment!