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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Regis Shivers Sr.


My friend Regis passed away this morning. I don't know what else to say right now. I tend to get really quiet after a death, just kind of in shut down mode.
I have known Reg for the last two years but really don't know so much about his running history. I know he was a very good runner. He ran Mohican 10 times and earned his 1000 belt buckle. He ran the Appalachian Trail and completed it. I know he ran numerous races, including Punxy,Buckeye Trail, JFK, Mountain Masochist, Massanutten, Arkansas Traveller, Rattlesnake 50K-oh who knows what else, I didn't even know about some of these until I "googled" him. I know he was very proud about his Double Moe in 1999.

Reg was always happy to have me ask him for advice, even as I asked the most bone-headed newby questions. I never felt stupid or awkward asking him things.
It was always great fun to ask him questions about Mohican, since he knew the course so well. I think he really enjoyed those talks and questions, because he knew how much I loved being out at Mo. It was fun to ask "hey, I took a wrong turn on the hill past Rt 3, the hill that is like Two Beer Hill in Punxy, what did I do"? And he knew exactly what I was talking about.

One of my most happy race moments is in the picture above. I was just coming into the Grist Mill Aid Station. It was about ninety degrees out, no lie. I watched the womam in front of me turn into the drive and people greeted her. I felt very "ultrawhiny" at this moment; I had no one crewing for me, and had no relatives out there to cheer me on. So I turn into the drive for the aid station, and Reg is standing there in front of me! I was amazed and so pleased to see them! I have no idea WHY we were laughing so much-that I was still in the race? Still crazy enough to be there? That was a huge pick me up. And then, little good little ultrarunner fairies, Di and Reg continued to pop out ahead of me at all the aid stations. In fact, they even drove my butt back to the campground after I dropped!
Reg even got a run in onthe 2006 Mohican Race. Our friend Rich, was fading a bit at the fire tower. His wife Wendy, Di, and Reg were discussing options. One was to send me out with Rich. Okay by me. Reg decided to go. In the darkness with no light. He hadn't run in months. So Rich and Reg ran off into the night for the four mile section from the Fire Tower to the Covered Bridge. I am so glad he got to experience his beloved Mohican for one last time.
I miss you Reg, and will be thinking about you when we run on Mohican this Sunday. I bet we'll have some good conversations talking about you.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Last Chance for Boston Race Report

This was a one mile loop over in Dublin Ohio, in the midst of corporate hotels and office buildings. The loop is totally flat.
I get to Dublin and run into my neighbors, Wendy and Gabe, who I did not know where running this! We could have shared gas costs! Gabe is a new ultra runner (and fast!!) and just signed up for Mohican! This is great for me because now I can get some night runs in with his company. My husband was very happy to know I will running around the woods with a younger man. Isn't ultra running COOL!!!
We get to the starting line and a masked woman waves at me. It turns out to be Nancy, from Medina, who has come over with Kim and Suzanne. (See, I am not the only crazy one...)
It's a balmy 10 degrees at race time. I'm wearing two pairs of pants and three shirts. My headband kind of freezes to my head with the sweat. I'm not the only one with hair icicles. Luckily, there really was only a light wind.
Also out there and running Mo was Jeff from Columbus, and Josh from Cinti, who has signed up for Mohican. They said hi every few times as they lapped me!
I got whiny about mile 12, as my hamstring started hurting. I was dying for some elevation change, to get some work to my legs. I was about ready to run up and down a snowbank. I took my own advice when you start to feel bad, and ate something, and took some Advil. I really was discouraged this loop, and starting to get in a bad mood. I don't really know why, maybe just low blood sugar. Then I overheard someone's conversation "would you run this race next year?" Well, I realized I wasn't running this as a race, it was just a training run, and a way for me to get time on my feet. This helped with my mood (and probaly the sugar and Advil helped) so I just plugged along.

I really don't like road marathons. My knees were killing me. By mile 21, when I stopped for water, my knees kind of locked up on me. That was a new experience. So I finished the race by continuing to slowly jog, no more stops--because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back to a running pace again!
I felt worse physcially after this road race than I did after 27 miles of Mountain Masochist. I felt pretty good after the continous ups and downs of Virginia; this flat and hard land of Dublin just plain hurt!
I came home and took an ice bath because I felt I needed it. Now I feel okay, it will be interesting to see how I am tomorrow.
Mentally, this was a good run. It was a good way to force myself to run 26.2 miles. Remind me next to just go run trails instead!!

1 Degree

1 Degree, feels like -8. High of 26.

Well, it will do noting but get warmer today!

Wish me luck!