100 on 100!

1 van, 100 miles, 6 awesome runners, 15 hours of roadside dance parties: this was an epic weekend!

Saturday's race started foggy and cool at 6:30 a.m. at the Trapp Lodge in Stowe, followed a hundred beautiful, hot, sunny miles down Route 100, and ended in the cool night at Okemo Mountain in Ludow. Along the way, many awesome moments:

"Do you guys want cow bells?"  When anyone asks this question, regardless of context, the answer is obviously, yes. In this case, it was before 7:30 a.m. and we were somewhere near Waterbury Center and another van of runners was handing out noise makers like party favors. More cowbell!

My first leg was my hardest, and I dare say one of the Top 3 hardest legs on the entire course. I chose it because it starts at Waitsfield Elementary and ends on East Warren Road, the heart of Mad Rover Valley where I first lived and fell in love with Vermont. Sadly, this leg is 6 miles uphill. Up long, steep hills. I was psyched to see my team cheering me on at the Round Barn, and even more psyched to finish that beast in better time and form than last year.


Off-course dance party: enthusiasm got the best of us in Warren. We left the course briefly to drive around the outside of the village and hadn't realized we weren't quite back on course when we spotted the perfect spot for a roadside cheering section. Doors opened, music cranked loud, dancing ensued. 10 minutes later, we hadn't seen our runner. Or any other runners. Or any other vans. "We're not on the course right now, are we?" "Nope. Back in the van...."

Heidi was so focused and steely in setting off on her second leg, and she killed it! It was awesome watching her tear through central Vermont in great form and huge speed. She gave me huge motivation to run hard when I took the bracelet from her in Stockbridge.


"It's Tom Chadwick!" Last year I nearly mowed him down with the van in Duxbury, prompting Jess to yell, "Oh my god it's Tom Chadwick! You almost killed Tom Chadwick!" This year we honored him on the van windows. Later, around mile 65, he blew passed me at an awesome clip but took a moment to toss over his shoulder, "It's Tom Chadwick" -- LOVED IT!

Killington: two course legs go from the bottom of Killington to the top, and they are both grueling! Flossie probably wouldn't have chosen one of these legs if she had options, but as our recently recruited fabulous sub, she took on the challenge amiably. Watching her grind away the miles while we cheered like crazy was inspiring. Her leg ended at the the crest of hill, and from where we stood waiting for her we could spot her coming up the rise into a sunny stretch completely exultant and relieved. We were so proud!


And then Flossie handed the slap bracelet off to Jess, who finished the climb to the top -- in costume!! The baddest, cutest wolf chewed up that hill in amazing form. Also spotted on the costume leg, a man dressed as Olivia Newton John, several tutus, a runner wearing a Troy Polamalu jersey and wig. That wig had to have been hot....


Karen was the biggest hero of the summer, not just the day: at the end of May she snapped a tendon in her foot while running the Vermont City Marathon (and STILL finished with a PR!). She wasn't supposed to be able to run at all till late summer, but she hammered out more than 13 miles, including the steep downhill leg on Killington before calling it a day. Total rock star!


I ran the last leg of the race in the cool, dark night and loved every bit of it. There is very little man-made light, and I could see the few feet ahead of me lit up by my headlamp. Partway through the leg, I heard Beth ahead on the roadside calling, "Patti, is that you?!" "Hey, Beth!" "We're at a maple creemee stand. I have something for you!"  Beth doesn't have the capacity for an ounce of cruelty, and putting those two facts together was accidental on her part. But I was pretty bummed when I got closer and realized she WAS at a (closed) maple creemee stand, and she DID have something for me -- a crappy bottle of water. Dang!



The last yards to the finish line were up a short hill to an ice rink at Okemo, and it was such a great feeling to see my five teammates standing there in their smart-looking hoodies cheering for me. We hit the finish line as a group just minutes before 10 p.m. Tired but filled with happiness from a satisfying day with a great community of runners.