Now that all the trail markings and aid stations have been taken down, all the food either eaten or distributed, and 12 consecutive hours of sleep have been had, I believe it fair declare the inaugural 24 Hours of Waterbury a success. You can measure success through a variety of means, but in my estimation it has a lot to do with the fact that all the runners survived, in tact (more or less), everyone seemed to have “fun” (as much as that word applies whilst one is running for 12 or 24 hours straight), and that, perhaps because of our sleep-deprived delirium, Chris and I have already started talking about next year (as has my mom, the tireless maker of aid station and post-race fare. For those of you who enjoyed the fare that was there, note that she just retired and has already started cooking for 24 Hours of Waterbury, 2011).
While there is much to say about the event, here is a rather long list of highlights, at least from my perspective, both the evident and unheralded (as for “real” results, we have the preliminary final mileage for everyone attached. Take a look and let us know if there is anything wrong with that. We will have lap splits up in a few days on the website www.24hoursofwaterbury.com). In the end though, I feel that the “results” below are what really made this race something special. I apologize for any typos - I am still a little bleary eyed!).
- Hiking up all the supplies for the aid station, in the dark, on Friday with Chris and my dad. It looks like the critters we feared did not steal our food after all.
- Discovering that vegan lasagna can taste really good. Thanks Mom!
- Racing to “the turn” to try to fix the flagging before any runners got there and only missing four of them on their first loop. Other than that, I think everyone stayed on course the whole time!*
- * (an explanation of asterisks above) Sharing a cup of miso soup with Penny at some absurd hour of the morning after she had an “incident” that led her off course during the night.
- Seeing Joe, competing in the 24 Hour, come in with Penny after her extra little adventure – talk about a great guy, who I think, represents what is best about trail runners. They then finished together the next morning.
- Todd, who had to stop early because of injury. He stayed until very late, cheering everyone, and came back Sunday morning. It is folks like him and Joe that I think keep most of us coming back to these crazy things.
- After he had run over 50 miles (and set a course record, albeit short-lived), trying to calculate splits with Greg and others (Todd included). Apparently, what is best about trail runners is not their basic addition skills.
- Witnessing everyone finish with their kids. Talk about pure joy and happiness (although Jay’s daughter was ruthless and out sprinted him at the end).
- Finding the ultimate source of renewable energy for Waterbury – we just have to discover how to tap all the positivity coming from Jay and Job.
- Steve “The Bard” Latour. Even when he is suffering, I don’t think I have ever seen him not smiling (he also took some great pictures – ask him to share!).
- Debbie’s pushing through some tough times and her obvious commitment to/love for her little daughter. I can never claim to be “tough” or “hardcore” again.
- Seeing Stuart come down from his last loop, kiss Christina (they’re married, the romance did not start on the course!) and realizing he was essentially running barefoot (see comment above being on “tough”).
- Being thoroughly entertained by Christina on her last loop – after she had been moving for 11 ½ hours, I thought I was the one who was supposed to distract her!
- Completing a loop with Jodi in the middle of night. You know you are really tired when the idea of a CamelBak IV sounds good.
- Jodi’s grandma. Coffee, conversation, love. Incredible.
- Seeing Dave, John, and Clinton (the Shenipsit Striders) get up and head out together for one last loop at 4 AM. There was something very “Band of Brothers” about that (in a good way).
- Seeing Dave’s eyes light up when I told him part of their prize was a batch of my mom’s sweet rolls. I’m glad it saved you guys a trip to Dunkin’ Donuts (it would have taken you a while to find one!).
- Sam Jurek. I knew he was a good guy, but between clearing the whole course (wooden stakes, flagging tape, and all), pacing several people, setting up the aid station, and running with an enormous knife, I am speechless for all of his efforts (and I am not just saying that because of his knife).
- All the volunteers. Chris (who seems to know everyone in Vermont) organized them all and they were tireless. They were the keepers of time, makers of miso, boilers of potatoes, porters of water, and late-night companions (in a platonic sense). Thank you all!
- Serena. She bested Greg’s 5 ½ hour-old course record and finished the 12 hours with 58 miles and change. She came back the next morning and was still smiling. Wow!
- Courtenay. He started moving faster in the dark, after about 15 hours! I think he spent a total of about 12 minutes in aid stations over 24 hours and finished with 82 miles, setting a course record. WOW!
- Seeing Sandra Brooks, who I have known since before we were born (if that is possible), finish the 8 miler. She got her mom to make the famous popcorn balls that become our official finisher’s “medal” and so many other things that helped, I was psyched to see her run (and not get lost!).
- The two deliveries of Zachary’s Pizza. Scott (the owner and Sandra’s older brother) was like another older brother growing up. His pizza was like a best friend to nearly every runner out there.
- The pizza delivery made by Matt and Pat. Yes, it was from Zachary’s. Yes, they literally ran it to the aid station at the top of the hill!
- Pat ripping the course during the Sunday morning “fun run.” One loop in 1:10:54. He went so fast, all the course markings burned up, making clearing the course easier (while, at least for me. Sam and my dad cleared the whole thing).
- Finding a water bottle on the trail and knowing it was Peter’s because of the tea leaves in it.
- Meatball subs. I was stunned so many got eaten . . .
- Brendan leaving to get some sleep, returning around 4 AM, and ripping out one more loop. Insane.
- The mountain bikers – every biker I met was incredibly polite and friendly. I heard the same from all the runners. If you were on the trails at night and saw a biker who was essentially wearing the sun for a headlamp, it was John. Top ten nicest guys in the world.
- Larisa finishing a loop, then saying she was going to wait for Scott before heading back out. She then filled her water bottle with beer . . .
- . . . Scott finishing and watching him and Larisa hang out with everyone else. They did not go back out, but that was fine.
- Paul becoming the overnight manager of the Ice Center’s snack bar. He is now intimately acquainted with the floor in there!
- Team “Locked Out” literally sprinting to the end at 8:56 PM to get in one more official loop. They were awesome (although the best team member may be Michelle’s little baby, who I don’t think I heard fuss at all, all day).
- Walt agreeing to mix chia seed with his Coke. He’s from Georgia, so I know that may be a punishable offense down there, but I think it was worth it!
- Two people, Sam and Dave, forgetting their cameras. Unfortunately, the equipment was too fancy for me to figure out.
- The pancakes on Sunday. My mom really can cook (I’m getting verklempt thinking of how much she poured into this event) and it was great to see people hanging out and celebrating. It marked the end of the event, and I don’t think it could have been any better.
You all did amazing things this weekend. Recover well, run healthy, get some sleep, and if Chris and I are foolish enough, we might just see you next year! Please send this on to anyone I may have forgotten, or who was hanging out at the event.
Run strong,
Josh
All photos courtesy of Steve “The Bard” Latour












Shenipsit Striders

