Sixty five and sunny is what smacked my face when I got off
the plane after a red-eye from Seattle to Cleveland. Is it really October? That
was my initial question. Oftentimes Ohio is mid 40’s, snowing, or just plain
out miserable. I couldn’t believe that this was going to be the weather that I
was going to have for the duration of my stay in Ohio and Pennsylvania. I flew
home to take on the 7th annual Oil Creek 100 in Titusville, PA. The
course is known to be rocky, technical, and difficult overall. It boasts an
impressive 17.6k feet of climbing during the duration of the race. Challenge
accepted. I in an odd way enjoy technical courses, particularly if climbing is
involved. Ever since moving to WA, my climbing technique has improved
drastically. As odd as it may sound my mentality going into this race wasn’t
that of a “a race,” but more of an experience. Trees and fall foliage are
impressive this time of year in the Midwest. I have heard rumors how beautiful
the course would be. This, along with proximity to family, is what brought me
home.
Before heading to PA, I had the opportunity to see some old
friends and family and attend my hometown fair. Considering I hadn’t been to
the fair since a senior in high school, it was an experience! It would be
criminal to be at a fair and not get fair food…I succumbed and got a coveted
elephant ear. Just as I was stuffing my face a fellow ultra-runner spotted me
and called me out. Terri Lemke exclaimed “You shouldn’t be eating that!” In
half embarrassment I scarfed down another bite in front of her face. I figured
I am going to be burning a lot of calories so I might as well load up, right?
Terri ran the race a few years back. Her husband, Mark, shook his head and
looked a bit nervous that I was attempting the race. Terri quickly told him
that “Nick is used to those races.” Not exactly what I wanted to hear two days
before the race…We exchanged a few more words and parted ways.
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| Around Aid Station 2 |
That night I packed my gear and was ready to wake up at 4 in
the morning for a 5 am start…The thing with flying from the West Coast to the
East Coast is that 4 in the morning was more like 1 in the morning. After
having a somewhat restless night I beat the alarm clock. My parents awoke with
me and my mom gave me some great words of wisdom, “I don’t know why you do this
to yourself.” I thought the same thing to myself. I suppose there is no
fabricated answer as to why people run that distance. I gave them the final
instructions of what I needed when I saw them. We then headed out to the start
of the race.
We got there and it was cold out. It was about 39 according
to our car. However, the good news was that it was supposed to warm up to about
62 and be sunny all day. I decided to just where shorts and a long sleeve
shirt. For hydration I of course went with Orange Mud’s VP2. I toed the start
of the line towards the front. Going into this race my expectation was to place
in the top 5. GO! We were off. I was now going to be out in the wilderness for
what I thought the next 20 hours. In the beginning I was following the leaders.
There were about 5 of us running together. I talked to one guy who had run
Grindstone the year before. We exchanged some of our running stories while the
two guys in front of us did the same thing. We were on pavement for the first
1.5 miles. We would go on this pavement a total of 8 times. Flat and pavement.
I knew that I shouldn’t be deceived. This was far from a road race! Once we hit
the trail we started to ascend. This is when one guy took off and he was gone.
Me and two others were together now. I found out that a guy in our group ran
the Mohican 100 and placed pretty well. That was a race that I had done earlier
this year as well and placed 3rd. Thankfully conditions were much
more favorable this go around! We joked about how terrible this year was for
that race.
I was following the Mohican guy and I noticed that his back
was getting wet. Turns out his water bladder was leaking. Apparently he hadn’t
sealed it properly. He pulled over and addressed the situation. The other guy
with us stopped as well. I continued on. In retrospect I guess I feel a little
guilty; however, what would I have done for him? It isn’t a 3 man show to seal
up a bladder. I needed to progress onward. In my mind I did pity him a little.
It was mile 4 and his day was not off to a great start…with that said, I was
very appreciative of the Orange Mud hydration pack and company that I am
blessed to represent.
About mile 7 I crossed a road and didn’t see the ground
appropriately. Consequently, I had my first fall. Nothing dramatic but falling
is never an enjoyable ordeal. I’m not a believer in karma, but maybe this was
for not helping the guy back there? Regardless I continued on. For this race I
made it a goal to make sure that I stay on top of nutrition and hydration. A
race can easily go bad early on if one isn’t intentional with the food that
they eat. For this race I veered away from GU and gels. I had power gummies in
their place. They are similar to gummy bears except with better flavor and much
more vitamins. This is a food that I thought my stomach would be able to
tolerate much easier.
About halfway through the first loop I shut my headlamp off.
As the sun was coming up I could see the colors and the trail much easier. It
was stunning. Colors bursting into life. This was a reminder of why I do what I
do. Running for me is the perfect fusion of activity and my addiction to
nature. This was proof of that. Right now I was in second and just got out of
the 3rd aid station. The course is 4 aid stations and 4 laps. The
first 3 laps are 50k, which is about 31 miles. The last loop is a 7.5 mile
loop. After the 3rd aid station my stomach decided that it needed to
use the restroom. Thankfully there was a porta pot in the middle of the woods!
This sport isn’t always glamorous, but let me tell you, that a porta pot in the
middle of the woods is the equivalent of finding an oasis in the Sahara. After
that pit stop I continued on and to the fourth aid station. Unfortunately the
parents weren’t there…we had discussed that the loops should take me about 7
hours. It took me 5. I was getting a little nervous because I was running out
of power gummies and my parents had the only stash. None of the aid stations had
them.
I grabbed what I could and headed out. No sense in waiting
for the parents. I did pass the first placer on his way back. He was about 15
minutes in front of me. In this sport 15 minutes is practically nothing. I
continued on. My legs were feeling great. I continued with the nutrition and
hydration. My secret for this race was filling up the water bottles 2/3 full. I
didn’t want the pack to be too heavy, yet I needed to make sure that I had
enough water. This worked well as I was about out each time I entered an aid
station. I continued on and got the second aid station. This is where I saw the
parents. They were super apologetic for missing me the first time. They both
commended me and said that I looked good. For once, looks were accurate. I felt
tremendous. I was about at the halfway point and really my legs felt like they
had just started. They encouraged me and said that the leader was about 5
minutes ahead. I closed the gap! I continued on and up Heisman Hill. Of all the
hills in this race, this one takes the crown. It is gradual enough that one
should run it, but I refused. The gradual incline is my least favorite of all
terrains. I’d take super rocky and steep any day of the week.
I continued on and sure enough I caught up to the leader. We
exchanged greetings and ran a little together. We were passing tons of 100k and
50k runners. We never really talked but I felt like I was being stalked. I have
never led a race before. Ever. I didn’t like this feeling one bit. It felt like
everyone was chasing me and were really close behind. This guy I know was no
joke, He ran the course last year and ended up winning it in 18:18. That was a
very respectable time for this course. I felt like he was plotting something-he
just wanted to use me to keep a pace and then he would ditch me. A huge pet
peeve of mine is to lead and then get passed by people. Once I pass someone, I
don’t allow myself to get passed by them again.
We both continued onward. I tried a Tropical Hammer gel. I
about puked it up. I haven’t tasted such a terrible tasting gel before! Back to
the power gummies I go! The guy was still behind me…As we got out of the 3rd
aid station I noticed that I was making some distance on him. We climbed up
Cemetery Hill and then shortly after, Roosevelt’s Revenge. I did gain some
ground on him on these. To the flat section and then we completed lap 2! 62
miles done, 38ish to go. This lap too took 5 hours. A 100k in about 10 hours.
Somehow I was still feeling great. My legs still felt solid. I continued onward
and passed last year’s champion. I was about 10ish minutes ahead of him. I
didn’t feel that that was comfortable enough. I continued on and got to the
first aid station. One of the girls there exclaimed, “he’s on his 3rd
lap!” That was definitely a pick-me-up. Between my music and that great
compliment, I felt I had a lot going for me.
I continued eating and drinking. Next thing I knew I was at
the 2nd aid station and my dad asked “how are you doing that?” I
laughed and thought to myself the same thing. I have never felt this good for a
100. Ever. This is also where I picked Todd up. We started running together and
he took the lead. I gave him a run down that I don’t run the hills anymore and
that I run all the flats and downhills. He understood and we moved on. We
passed a couple of his friends and they joked with him saying, “he hasn’t
dropped you yet!” Both Todd and I laughed. We got to the 3rd aid
station and this is when we turned the headlamps on. This was my favorite aid
station as they had fresh blueberries. I scarfed down 3 cups of these. I think
they have some magical power of some kind. Todd and I continued onward in the
darkness. We started climbing the hills and Todd’s stomach was getting bad. He
urged me to continue on without him. I did so. Although Todd only accompanied
me for 10 miles, I sincerely appreciate his willingness to help me out. I was
glad to hear his stomach was better post-race.
I continued in the darkness, alone. I ate it a couple more
times. Running in the dark over rocks and roots isn’t what I’d recommend to
someone. Not to mention that the legs were beginning to feel the distance. They
had about 85 miles. Next thing I knew I hit the pavement and was at the aid
station. Lap 3 was completed, but, more importantly, 93 miles were done. Just
7.5 to go! My parents reloaded my food and water. Mom told me that I had 2
hours to run 7.5 miles to break the course record. I couldn’t believe it. I
continued out and passed the 2nd placer. He was walking on the flat
pavement. I knew that he was hurting. No one walks flat pavement unless they
are at a very bad low. I think he was in his low. I ran past him and we both
wished each other well. I hit the woods and continued on. The last lap contains
a hill called The Hill of Truth. It
is a 600 foot hill that connects with the main trail. Before getting to the
hill, I ate it one more time. Both bottles came shooting out like rockets. I
picked myself up and kept going. I just needed to survive 4 more miles.
Climbing the hill was easier than expected. I attribute my
good climbing game to the numerous mountain trainings in WA that I did this
summer. The ones in WA were more technical, steeper, and longer. After getting
up the The Hill of Truth, I hit the
pavement and knew that I had it won. I continued onward, got around the corner
and could see lights at the finish. I got to the end and was greeted by my
parents, about 20 volunteers, and the Race Director. My final time was
17:04:50. He informed me that I had beat the previous course record by 21
minutes and that I averaged 10:15 a mile. I was in disbelief. I pinched myself
to see if it was real. I hugged both parents and claimed a chair! Finally, I
had won an ultra. I thought it was funny that I had to beat a course record to
win one! Nonetheless it felt great. The last 2 races weren’t the best. Mohican
was a mud pit the entire time and Volcanic I ran an additional 3 miles on a 31
mile course. This race all of the stars aligned perfectly. I couldn’t have been
happier.
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| Finish with the parents |
I have so many people to thank for this event: Tom for
coming up with the idea of hosting this event, the volunteers who consistently
amaze me with their willingness to put up with not always happy runners and
Todd for volunteering to pace me, and Josh and Orange Mud for the gear that
they provide. Lastly, I have to thank my parents for getting reservations,
riding with me to the race, crewing me, and staying up with me the ENTIRE time.
Each time I passed them they had a smile on their face. I’m beyond blessed to
have them and am appreciative of their support. Even though they don’t get it,
I think they do in an odd way. Thanks to all who read this. Hopefully it was
amusement to some degree.
Cheers,
NK
Excellent race report to go with an outstanding race. Congrats champ!!!!!
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