Best New WUS Concept of the Year, Runner-Up: HalloWUS
Best New Way for WUSsies to Kill 20 Minutes: NECtr podcast
Best New Way to Make Family Holidays Suck Less for WUSsies: Thanksgiving Turkey Chase at Keith’s house
Best New WUS (human): Cora Watkins
Best New WUS (canine): Miles
Best Quote on a Run: Joco (who else?), playing S/F/M
Best Blood: Sean A.
Best use of a reflective vest and birthday hat: Joco
PJ traverses Lebanon
Performance of the Year (overall, male): Trevor, Beer Mile
Performance of the Year (overall, male, runner up): PJ, traversing an entire country
Performance of the Year (overall, female): Robin, 2nd at Highland Sky with baby on board
Performance of the Year (documentary): Julian, Where Dreams Go to Die
Best new nickname: Tpuff
Performance of the Year (dog poo): Deb
Performance of the Year (finally getting WUS off bloody Yahoo): Keith
Performance of the Year (swag): Brienne
Performance of the Year (in shaming other WUSsies): Trevor, for running more miles at the Moab 240 in October than all nine WUSsies combined ran at the Moab 50k/30k earlier in February
WUS Et tu, Brute? Award: Leah passing Robin on the final road section of Highland Sky
WUS Yeti Award: Sarah Coen
Boyz of the Barkley
Worst Performance of the Year: Jared, Donut Run RD
Worst Performance of the Year, Runner-Up: Baine family (HalloWUS)
Worst Performance of the Year (Voting Bloc): WUS, all of us (Trevor for VHTRC Board)
Worst Performance of the Year (ultra-runner superfan): Martha asking John Kelly / Gary Robbins / the Ginger Runner who they are and what they’re doing in DC.
Worst Performance of the Year (in finding cool rocks): Keith
Worst Performance of the Year (Beer Mile): lady with dog who ‘warned’ us that the cops had been called
Worst Performance of the Year (restraint from petting a service animal): Martha, with Miles in Moab
Worst Performance of the Year (ordering take-out): Leah and Sean
Biggest Year-Over-Year Decline in Performance: Aaron, data tracking of beer mile
Worst Decision of the Year: Julian, moving to the UK
Slowest WUS: The one with Amy Sproston
Annual Farewell of WUSsies to the West: Cricket, Steven
Michele is the ultimate ultra running survivor. The Coma. The Burn Unit. Being Married to Joe. She’s been the woman to beat. She’s been the cautionary tale. Decades later, she’s still running and finding new adventures.
Sean dominated East Coast trail running for many years by taking every race out like a 10k and disappearing down rocky downhills. Sometimes while getting epileptic seizures.
Keith is known for (a) going from being DFL at the Massanutten Mountain Trails 100 mile race to almost winning; (b) running three 100-mile races in three back-to-back weeks; and (c) being deadpan.
The Leftovers + our mascot Winston. Can some one tell me why Costas was trying to lick my hair. Or wearing those shorts.
Running streaks. I hate doing the same races over and over again. I do not have Aaron’s Hellgate gene. If I like a race, I’ll maybe do it three times (Boston Marathon). If I really, really love a race, maybe I’ll do it five times (Womens Half Marathon). If a race has become embedded into my soul through a larger birthday tradition, maybe I’ll do it six or seven times (Race for the Birds). But there’s only one race that I’ve gotten to every year over the past thirteen years. Because I’d rather miss Christmas. And that’s the Tussey MountainBack 50-mile relay in State College, PA.
The relay teams that have the most fun have old friends and new.
Ultra runners. People are always asking me if I plan on running the entire 50-mile race. Which is also the USATF 50 mile road national championship. Let’s see, I can either spend six hours having the time of my life in a van full of friends. Or I can slog along for eight or so hours by myself, with a best case scenario that I see a couple familiar faces along the way and only really suffer for the last couple hours or so. I guess there are people who feel torn between these two options. But I am not one of them.
Dave couldn’t get Meira, but at least he got his Juicy Juice.
The Meira Rejects. There were several challenges at this year’s MountainBack. My right shin had started hurting a few weeks before and made me stop running. It ominously threatened to derail what was supposed to be my 13th consecutive race. But even as the shin showed signs of life, I didn’t have a fully formed team until days before the race. Renz at registration was not impressed. I don’t know whom to blame more: Meira or Cali. Cali was at least totally upfront about informing me that I was not invited to join his father-child relay team (4 dads, 4 kids). (He was unamused by my suggestion that after all these years I should definitely qualify as a Cali child.) Meir-cat took a less direct route in her exit from Team Rodentia, but it was equally effective. While I opted for a maximally inclusive 8-person team where runners can do one or two legs, Meira skimmed off the folks who were interested in running three legs each. Dividing the group of interested folks we’d amassed accordingly resulted in some winners and some losers. Dave Moore, who’d only agreed to do MountainBack only on the promise of being on Team Meira, got stuck on the Leftovers, which we decided was a little more tasteful team name than The Meira Rejects. Still, the Leftovers did not become fully viable until the 11 o’clock hour, when we got the clutch additions of Mike M. and his father-in-law Greg, thanks to the heroic efforts of Joel.
No, I’m afraid you can’t unsee this.
Dress code. The Leftovers knew it would be easy to find each other race day morning. All we had to do was locate the Greek guy flaunting the bright orange shorty shorts (Costas). [Michele H. appropriately noted that Costas and Clapper have convergent fashion tastes. There are likely convergences in personality, but their divergence in shoe choice may be more informative.] The Leftovers were in good spirits on race morning, imagining how Dave was going to crush the competition up Leg 1. Dave had off-handedly mentioned the night before that he had done a workout in which all of his 800m intervals had been under 2 minutes. But I didn’t want newbies Mike and Greg to get the wrong impression about our team.  Just so you guys know, we don’t care.
Joel, Greg, Dave and Tom applaud Costas’s gallant effort for a second cheek.
Decorum. The Leftovers made it through a full two legs before our decorum turned south. Which was mostly my fault. But was it really my fault that a portion of my Mott’s gummies were shaped like normal fruit, but a couple were clearly penises? No ambiguity here, though: as Costas was waiting at the 2/3 transition zone, I told him the story about giving Tara a good pinch in the butt when I passed her on Leg 3 last year. I still remember her jolt of shock, followed by relief when she saw it was just me.
Determined to snag his 2nd butt o’ the day.
Inspired, Costas spent the next four miles hunting down Domico so he could sneak in a good pinch of baldy’s unexpectedly firm roundness. Nothing gets Costas’s blood flowing like a good ass grab, which he channeled to power up Leg 11 in the Performance of the Day for the Leftovers. Mike’s Leg 4 and Dave’s Leg 9 also get Honorable Mentions, but nothing topped the drama of Costas tearing down at the end of Leg 11 on poor Tony, who fled in terror from Costas’s approaching pinchers.
Mike and Andy relive their dramatic race to the finish. Lil Dudes barely edged out the Leftovers.
Lil dudes. As much fun as the Leftovers had in our own van, part of the fun of MountainBack is getting to interact with the other teams at all the transition zones. Meira’s team eventually pulled away, but not before I got my own Domico bum pinch as I started Leg 6, with Dommie just strolling to his car like a sitting duck. Costas mentioned several times that he received no friendly bum pinch when I shot past him on Leg 4 a few years ago. Costas and I had never been on a MountainBack team together before, and I’m afraid we were not on ass grabbing terms at that time. What exactly does it take to get on ass grabbing terms? I’m not sure. When you’re running your guts out, the snap decision To Pinch or Not to Pinch is purely instinctual.
But remarkably the Leftovers finished within 45 seconds of Tom’s father-child team. Most of the kids on Tom’s team were around 12 years of age, but they were fast and tough and I swiftly dubbed them the Lil Dudes. Having not run much over the past couple weeks on account of my injury, one of my great fears was that I was going to suffer the humiliation of being passed by a 12-year old on Leg 6, which climbs over 1,300 feet in four miles. [Next year, Joco, you can run Leg 6 for me.] I have to admit, I felt a lot worse on Leg 6 this year than I did on Leg 11 last year, even as my second leg of the day. Leg 6 is just a relentless slog. But my little pity party was sharply interrupted when I passed George, who is 97 years old. If I can climb Leg 6 when I’m 97 years old, I’m going to throw myself a birthday party every damn day.
Costas finds new ways to expose himself.
Acknowledgments. State College has amazing small-town hospitality. Big bear hug thanks to Kathy and Tommy, for making time out of their hectic lives to host me. To Michelle, for a delicious post-race dinner that felt like Thanksgiving. To Dave, for hauling my car-less ass around and helping me get back to DC. To Tommy, for running so hard he puked (okay, dry heaved).To Cali, for organizing Friday night happy hour at Zenos. To the clover gods, for helping me find two four-leaf clovers and one five-leaf clover at Colyer Lake. And to all the super cute doggies (Bud, Winston, Lucca). Everything is better with doggies.
Post-script. As much as I love MountainBack, it is clear that the race is not thriving. Despite being the 50 mile road national championship, there were less than 25 ultra finishers, male and female combined. They still get some great runners, but the field is thin. The number of relay teams also has been dropping off, perhaps due to competition from the ever-popular Ragnar Relays. For me, MountainBack is infinitely superior to Ragnar. Let me count the ways:
(1) Timing. A six-hour race is the perfect time to have a heap of fun without the time ever dragging. You can actually keep a six-hour high. The overnight aspect of Ragnar totally grinds you down.
(2) Natural beauty. The MountainBack course is so much more beautiful, on gravel roads winding through Rothrock forest as the leaves are changing.
(3) Flexibility. It’s fun having a race that can accommodate so many different breeds of runner. To have some of the country’s most elite ultra runners competing at the same time as 97-year old George. Our team was highly diverse, from Young Buck Dave to those who warned us all to ‘bring reading material’ for their legs. Part of why I wanted a 8-person team is because I like being able to include folks that just want to do one leg.
(4) Team-team interactions. At a Ragnar race, you better like your team, because that’s pretty much the only folks you’ll be seeing for the next 30+ hours. At MountainBack, the short format of the relay means that teams don’t get spread out and get to interact at transition zones throughout the day. Not only does that facilitate bum pinches, but it also makes it an exciting race, as with Costas and Tony at the top of Leg 11.
(5) Hybrid. MountainBack is just about as traily as guys like Costas ‘it is impassible!’ will get. And just about as roady as Meira and her trail gang will get. While the PA trail running scene is thriving, MountainBack lags because it doesn’t really fit either bin. It’s too hilly and gravely for road runners looking for fast times. And it’s not the technical single track most trail runners are after. But for me, what’s magical about MountainBack is that there’s no other race like it. It’s a unicorn.
First Place, Male: T-Puff, with a new PR and CR of 8:10
Prize: A bottle of the Marmot’s favorite beer. Well, actually, it’s a slightly inferior cousin of the Marmot’s favorite beer, which is displayed below and is bloody hard to find even in Belgium.
Best. Beer. Ever.
First Place, Female:Â Marmot. Only because she actually did the whole thing.
Lil Boo disapproves mightily of The One Who Feeds Me drinking 4 beers in a span of 12 minutes.Prize to whomever comes up with the best thought bubble for this post-race photo
Second Place, Male: JJ
Julian understood he would have gotten this prize even had he won
Overall Champion, Pinot Grigio Division:Â Brienne
Brienne’s classy twist on the beer mile earned her an $80 pair of pants. Score one for the vino!
Overall Champion, Beer Relay Division: Ashlinn and Lexy
There aren’t many rules at the Beer Mile, but I think team Fogarty managed to violate all of them.
Third Place, Male:Â Doug
Best immediate thievery of spouse’s prize: Kerry
Overall Champion, Dry Mile: Bernard
Best maintenance of a baseline standard: RD, for not giving a prize for a Dry Mile, even though Bernard’s French & cute.
Best DFL: Sean
Worst attempt to order Thai food: Sean and LeahBest ability to upstage everyone and capture the awesomest beer prize without drinking a sip: AarBear
When will the Beer Mile occur?  7pm on Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Where will the Beer Mile occur? Â Soapstone Valley trail
How you walk from Van Ness metro stn to the Soapstone Valley trail
3.  Is there parking? We encourage taking the metro to binge drinking events.  But if you opt to drive, there is not parking at the trail head.  The best option is to convene at Julian’s house, approx. 0.6 miles away, and walk or trot over.  To facilitate the carriage of the beer, a single vehicle will transport everyone’s beer (metro-goers can carry their beer discretely in backpacks).
Julian’s house, and how to get to the Soapstone Valley trailhead
4.  So, this Beer Mile doesn’t go around a track?  Wussies have gotten away with a lot over the years, but needn’t press their luck.  The top portion of the Soapstone is a wide, relatively flat and groomed double-track, easily accessible from the metro, and a sensible choice for this year’s BM.  The course will be 4 consecutive one-quarter mile out-and-backs preceded by a beer drunken within a single Drinking Station.
5.  What are the rules?  For those of you who did the Donut Run, you may recall that the RD allowed for competitors to take some liberties with the classic structure of the event, although these liberties were taken into account during the awarding of prizes.  The Real Prize goes to male and female competitors who drink a beer while confined to the Drinking Station and run the quarter mile (repeat 4 times), with no puking.  Puking requires a penalty lap, no exceptions.  This is approximately the 17th Beer Mile I have organized, and I’ll admit that there has always been a ‘Cali Clause’ that permits females and males no taller than 5’6 to drink 2 pinot grigios while completing the full mile (drinking not confined to Drinking Stations).  There has also been a ‘Momma Jill clause’ for seniors aged 65+ to drink 2 beers and complete 1 mile (drinking also not confined to Drinking Stations).  Jared will be scouting for rules violations.
6. Â Prizes? Yes.
7. Â What does a hoard of drunken BMers do after the event? Â Cleveland Park Bar & Grill is a short trot/longish walk away.
8. Registration?  Please email Martha at marmot4281@gmail.com.  Please let her know whether you plan to be a ‘real’ Beer Mile or will be doing a version of your own creation.  Do to the nature of the course, the number of runners may have to be capped to avoid a stampede.
9. Â What do I need to bring? Â A light!!!! Â Very important. Â BYOB. Â If you’re Joe Clapper, someone to count your laps for you.
10. Â Any other tips? Â We learned from Robin not to eat apples beforehand.