Author: martha

‘Man, it’s going to be hard for the Beer Mile to live up to the Donut Run, that was so great,’ Mr Andrish mused.

‘Are you kidding?’ I replied with the eye roll Sean’s seen a million times.  ‘The Donut Run was just warm up.  Child’s play.  The Beer Run will be epic.  You’ll see.’

After 12 successful Martha Miles at Penn State (4 per year for 3 years), I effectively retired the show when I moved to DC.  1) I had never actually organized a Beer Mile, I had simply announced when and where and left it to detail-oriented friends to administer, 2) I thought our chances of getting arrested in the District were excellent, and 3) I honestly wasn’t convinced the WUSsies would bite, at least not the Old Guard.

But the WUS group has been morphing steadily over the last year, with lots of fresh new faces, mainly thanks to Jon L-D’s gang (Robin, Adam, and Anna) and Keith’s recruiting from the Arlington track (Sean B, Ryon via Nancy….at least Keith is getting something out of those workouts….), and in this changing of the guard I discerned glimmers of Beer Mile potential.

A little more than a month ago, while pacing around the track with Doug and Joe, the mighty Cathedral luminescing against a black sky, I had a vision.  The clouds murmured, the church bells rang, the Beer Mile spirits grumbled, and I realized that I, the girl who doesn’t drink much beer and is about as organizationally inclined as a four year-old, must lead the WUSsies into the land of Carbonated Competition.  Without a second’s delay I announced to Joe and Doug that a Beer Mile would be held on this very track on Thursday, April 28, 2011, the day of my 30th birthday.  I would run it on my own if I had to.

Just how would I lure to the Beer Mile these reluctant WUSsies, whose hair I had to pull just to go to CPBG for Tuesday beer and pizza?  I needed a Poster Boy, someone with élan, charisma, whose name carried respectability and stature and whose endorsement would drive the WUSsies to the track in deferential droves.  Neal seemed more interested in lending his brand to the Donut Run than the Beer Mile, but no matter, that was all part of the plan: lure them all in with donuts and then stick ‘em the next week with beer.  Oh, and make it a Race Series – as evidenced by the Beast, WUSsies cannot resist the draw of the Last Man Standing kind of multi-event competitions.

Well folks, the Inaugural Beer Mile sure shook up the bookies — Mario didn’t puke, the CoverBoy was upended, Justine was even beat by my dad, and the Dark Horse Bobby Gill slipped in under the Aaron radar to claim the surprise victory.  Of course I won the women’s, but that is the only known quantity going into any Beer Mile.  There was some chatter about beers for breakfast and disciples of the sensei, but we all knew that was all a lot of hot air.

Due to my impaired organizational skills (as alluded to earlier), it will take some conferring between myself, our timekeeper boy Vishal, and Bobby Gill’s camcorder to post official results.  We know that Bobby won in a mighty 6:57, Neal shortly after in 7:07, and Sean B in third in 7:48, even after having eaten dinner already (rookie error).  I took the women’s race in ~8:45, just behind Adam in 4^th (8:40), with Kirstin in second (13:09) and Robin in third, even after her penalty lap (college was a long time ago, wasn’t it, Ms Morrison?).  After much hype about Joe and Michele’s drinking prowess, Michele Harmon finished a glorious last place, and while Joe Clapper insists he beat me, we have a $100 bet riding on the video replay that will show that I actually lapped him (sorry Joe, you probably thought I’d be too drunk to recall that conversation, but there is a whole section of my brain reserved for when there is money on the table).

Overall Results                                                               Women

1. Bobby Gill, 6:57                                                                  1. Martha Nelson, 8:45

2. Neal Gorman, 7:07                                                           2. Kirstin Corris, 13:09

3. Sean Burn, 7:58                                                                3. Robin Blendell

4. Adam Watkins, 8:40

5. Martha Nelson, 8:45

6. Ryon Lane, 8:57

For prizes the victors received limited edition Martha Mile shirts (Layer 1) and Georgetown cupcakes.  As always, there were not enough prizes to go around, and there were certainly some individuals (like our beer provider Colin) who clearly deserved something more – but I learned well from the Donut Run that when the prizes run out I need to stop talking.  Oh, and I received some special birthday prizes too (sorry, I was way too drunk and giggly to explain the story behind the Playgirl – you’ll have to ask me, Keith, Sean, or Brian on a run some day  what catnip mice have to do with dirty magazines).

After the run we had a lovely stroll around the Cathedral to Cactus Cantina, where we had far too many pitchers of margaritas and said way too many embarrassing things in front of my poor parents (fortunately I’m convinced that their comprehension fades below a certain level of crudeness – but remind me to next time get chicken or some dish less conducive to teenage boy humor than fish tacos).

 

Well, WUSsies, that’s a wrap.  Time to start training for next year.  Don’t be surprised if Neal’s next magazine story includes tips for incorporating foamy beverages into one-legged squats.  And maybe we can convince Joe & Michele to offer beer at the Visitor Center aid station at MMT — oh wait, I think they did last year, only some a-wipe volunteer drank it all.  And Ladies, Ladies, we are going to have some training runs this summer, nice little 4-5 milers with a beer every mile….everybody’s gotta learn to burp.

Participants

Finishers: Doug Sullivan, Bobby Gill, Neal Gorman, Colin Campbell, Kirstin Corris, Justine Morrison, Jon Loewus-Deitch, Mario Raymond, Ryon Lane, Michele Harmon, Joe Clapper, Adam Watkins, Robin Blendell, Bob Nelson, Fred Nelson, Hans Nichols, Sean Burn, Mike Dorsey, Martha Nelson

I’m Your Mom and I’m Only Drinking 1 Beer: Jill Nelson

DNF: Brian Greeley, Anna Griffis

Volunteers: Aaron Schwartzbard, Vishal Sahni, Keith Knipling, Margaret Campbell, Sean Andrish, Tom Corris, Marko Rajkovic, Gaby Duran-Gorman, Bella Lane, David Kirk

At least made margaritas: Kerry Owens

 

More pictures available from Aaron, Kirstin, and Doug.

 

In the spring of 2005 a Penn State grad student designed the ‘Martha Mile’ race shirt.  He happened to also run a ~6:30 beer mile, but he is most famous for forgetting to remove the Layers in the Illustrator file he sent me, which provided me with boobage of varying proportions.  Given the demand for shirts now on both sides of the Mason-Dixon line (upon hearing of the DC Mile, the Penn Staters have demanded that the MM be re-instated this summer in State College), I have dug up the file (this is an amazing feat — I cannot even find files from 6 months ago, let alone 6 years) and am considering producing another small round of shirts.  However, I once again am presented with the question: Which Layer?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the beer mile was great.

there was much beer.

we didn’t get arrested.

this was great.

our beer was free.

booby won.

ha – I meant to write bobby!

inaugural wus beer mile

thursday, april 28, 2011

7pm, wus house

destination: cathedral track (garfield & 34th)

Confirmed participants:

Male: Doug S, Sean A, Ryon L, Brian G, Neal G, Joe S, John L-D, Mario R, Keith K, Art, Adam, Bobby G, Bob N (Martha’s dad), Fred (Martha’s brother), Sean B, Colin C, Joe C

Female: Brittany Z, Anna G, Robin B, Kirstin C, Martha N, Gaby B (Brittany’s friend), Justine M, Margaret C, Michele H, Jill N (Martha’s mom)

Volunteers: Marko R, Bella L (Ryon’s daughter), Aaron S, Gaby D-G, Tom C

Post-event: We currently have a reservation for 15 at Cactus Cantina, 8:30pm (I will likely have to increase this #).

Zane Grey Highline Trail 50-mile Endurance Run

April 16, 2011

Interview with Sean Andrish

 

 

 

 

Sean, congratulations on a great race, especially given the circumstances.  As I recall you have quite a history of toughing out stress fractures, seizures, a broken foot, and other injuries during races – how did this one compare to previous injuries?

This was by far the worse.  The broken foot was nothing.

So how bad would an injury have to be to make you drop out?  What’s the pain threshold?

I’ll drop if there is a chance that it will do permanent damage.

Um, how do you know that?

As soon as I knew that there was blood flow for the thumb, I knew that I wasn’t going to lose it.

Okay, so backing up, you were out skiing in Frisco, CO, the week before the race with the Frisco Ultra Contingent.  Did this help prepare you for Zane Grey?

We had a great time at Kerry’s house in Frisco, CO – it was a group of VHTRCers and WUSsies, including Kerry, Doug, Aaron, Linda, Bill, and Bob.  We had several days of spring skiing, including a fantastic powder day at Copper Mountain.  While in Frisco, I was pretty encouraged by the fact that I got a couple fairly comfortable trail runs on snow-covered trails at 9,000 feet of altitude (Zane Grey is 5,000 – 7,000 feet).  Then of course there was the run that became known as ‘Sean’s Death March’ that I did with Doug, Bill and Bob one morning with a bone-chilling wind with most of us gasping for air from the elevation and that saw Bill sink up to his waist in snow.

Good times.  But in general you’d recommend at least a week of FUCing before a race?

I think it was good for acclimatization.

So how do Aaron and Brian compare as bedmates?

Well, um, Aaron and I didn’t share a bed like Brian and I did, so I’d have say Brian was a bit more affectionate.

(Laughing)  So, um, why did you decide to do Zane Grey instead of Bull Run this year?

I actually first got into trail running in Tuscon, Arizona, so it was great getting back to that scene.  I had heard great things about the trail, that it’s really rocky terrain, which you know I’m a big fan of.  It was great catching up with Tom Nielson, Chase Duarte (who has run Catawba), and other old Arizona buddies.

So you kind of knew going in that there were going to be a lot of nose-dives.

Yeah, but Tom Simonds, a fellow Leesburg trail runner, and I did a short hike on the Zane Grey Highline Trail the night before and the trail had some rocks, but wasn’t as horrible as I’d been warned.  We wondered if, like so many trails, the difficulty of the trail was overrated.

Like what trails are overrated?

Western States comes to mind.

I recall you skipped Terrapin Mountain in March – how were you feeling going into the race?

Having not run an official ultra since last September (G.E.E.R. 50k) (and Uwharrie was just was a wimpy 20 miler), I was just excited to get on the trail again.

So how did the race go?  When exactly did the break happen?

There was a pack of four of us who took off at the start and we stayed together for a mile or so, until the climb got steeper and I decided to walk since I was a little worried about being able to cover the distance given my lack of long runs this winter (and because I’m a lazy runner who consistently walks the uphills).  I was cruising along somewhere around mile 3, enjoying the sunrise over the mountains of northern AZ and the Mogollon Rim, when I tripped on a rock and went sliding down the trail.  It didn’t seem like a particularly bad fall, but when I was picking myself off the trail I noticed that my left thumb was pointing in the wrong direction and was bent at about a 90 degree angle.  I was careful the next couple miles, and frequently made sure I could feel the tip of my thumb to make sure blood was still flowing there.  Once I convinced myself that my thumb was only dislocated and had not suffered any major damage, I became determined to get my head back in the game and finish the race.

Coming into the aid station at mile 8, I asked if there was anyone there with medical training.  It took several minutes to locate an EMT and during this time fellow WUSsie Amy Sproston found me and asked if I needed anything.  I was disappointed to hear that she had dropped out of the race within the first mile, but was grateful to see a familiar face there to help me.  She was the calmest person there and didn’t seem alarmed at the shape my thumb was in.  When the EMT arrived, I asked him to just pull my thumb back into place, but he said that he was not legally qualified to perform this task.  So he just made me a splint out of a popsicle stick.  Amy realized that I could not carry a bottle in my left hand and offered to let me use her Nathan hydration pack, which I quickly accepted.  I had spent at least 10 minutes at the aid station and, during that time, several runners had passed through.  I was somewhat discouraged by the fact that my thumb was throbbing, I was not going to be in contention to win the race, and I still had over 40 miles to go.

Did you ever think about dropping?

As I hiked up the next climb, my mood changed and I decided to not be a mental wimp and just keep running the best I could.  How could I not enjoy spending a day running on rocky trails in the hills below the Mogollon Rim!

It warmed up quickly and by 8:30 I was feeling the 80+ degree heat.  I settled into a routine of taking two salt pills every hour on the hour and drinking as much as possible.  The vast majority of the trail between miles 17 and 33 was very exposed due to a wildfire and that’s when the hot weather was most noticeable.  I ran this stretch fairly well and to my surprise I actually passed a few people.  I seemed to run stronger throughout the race, even though my thumb was killing me and I kept falling on a regular basis (partly because of muscle fatigue caused by my epilepsy meds but mostly because I wasn’t paying close enough attention to the trail).

So you kept falling on the thumb?  You know you’re crazy….

I practiced several falling techniques throughout the run as I tried to protect my left hand.  I became proficient at the right-hand extended slide, the tuck and roll, and the sliding on my forearms rather than on my hands.  Occasionally I would fall on my injured thumb and yell in pain.  Given time to react, my preferred technique was the tuck and roll and I felt awful about the beating Amy’s hydration pack took as a result of these falls.

Amy became my lifeline.  She was there at every aid station, filling my water bottle and my hydration pack, making sure I had food to eat at the aid station and on the trail, and offering lots of encouragement.  She called my dad to tell him what happened and to see if he thought I should continue running.  Amy told me that he did not seem too concerned and did not object to me finishing the race; this is no surprise to anyone who knows my dad!

If your dad lets you drop, you can be pretty sure it’s because you’re already dead.

I continued to catch people throughout the day and, as I came into the final aid station at mile 44, Amy excitedly told me that I was in 6^th place and that three runners were right in front of me.  That gave me a boost of adrenaline, and I took off out of the aid station.  The boost of energy didn’t last too long, though, as I hit the final climb of the day; an extremely steep climb that seemed endless.  However, as soon as the climb was completed my mood improved as I realized that the trail was runable, there were no more significant climbs, and there were only a few miles remaining!  I passed one of the guys and ended up in 5^th.

Master’s winner too!

Yeah, fastest old guy.  Great.