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Pine 50k Race Wrap Up: 50K Race – Pine Strawberry Fuel Reduction (psfuelreduction.org)

Just like most of this year to date, things took precedent in getting this out last week following the race. This year has been filled with a lot of figuring things out. What I mean is, we’ve had to make many decisions where mitigating uncertainty hasn’t been very clear. However, we’ve kept moving forward and when we do that, we end up getting to where it is we intended to. Typically, not pretty but it usually never is 😊.

The Pine 50k, back on May 4th, had a similar story, as these races usually prove. This was my 2nd time running this race with the first being 2 years ago, their inaugural one. The race takes place up on the Mogollon Rim - Wikipedia. Over the last year, I’ve spent much time up on the Rim, training for and racing in last year’s Mogollon Monster 100. I’ve grown quite fond of this area of AZ, and it no longer had that intimidating aura since last September. However, my week leading up to the race was certainly not idea. I was on the road all week, getting home Thursday night and had a quick turnaround to head up to Pine, AZ (race location) Friday night. Fortunately, my wife Robin was making the trip this year to support me. Unfortunately, however, throughout the day Friday, I was having stomach issues and feeling nauseous. Sometimes when I fly, this happens but not nausea. Certainly, unique, and definitely not ideal heading into the race Saturday morning.

When I got up and went through my normal routine, I felt the stomach issues would subside, but unfortunately, they did not. We were going to toe the line and see what the day was going to bring……a motto we’ve been navigating 2024 with 😊. We had a 6am start and temps were hovering around 40 degrees and throughout the day, they wouldn’t get above 70*, if that; the weather couldn’t have been better. Robin was gracious enough to get me to the start and hang around until the shuttles left. We planned on meeting at a familiar aid station, around mile 20 and then again at the finish line.

The first 10-12 miles are on the Highline Trail, mostly single track with some ups and downs; no real significant climbs. It had been since the Mogollon Monster that I had been up here, so I was enjoying the beginning miles and trying to shake off whatever was going on with my stomach. The first aid station is right around mile 9-ish. There I fueled up and replaced my liquids, which I was trying to stay on top of. I was hoping to grab some ginger ale or candied ginger to see if that would settle my stomach but no go, unfortunately. From here, the next four miles was a trek up the face of the Mogollon Rim. At first it was a gradual climb, however the higher you got the more technical and steep it became. I had been working on vert over the last two months, so the climb wasn’t terrible, but it did grind a bit at the top. Once there, another aid station for a quick breather and then the next 7-ish miles were on top of the Rim, on forest service roads, and very runnable, which felt good after the climb. Plus, I would be seeing Robin at the next aid station before descending back down to the finish.

This stretch was good, and the miles seemed to click off, however, this is when my stomach felt the worst and the nausea was at its roughest. I had some nutrition with me and loaded up on electrolytes and water, just nothing sounded good to me. I just kept moving and knew that I would be able to collect myself once I saw Robin. When we did connect, she forced me to eat an orange, some salty chips, and she had seltzer water, which for some reason sounded fantastic and tasted even better. I spent about 5 minutes getting myself together before moving on knowing I’d see her again in about 13 miles.

At this point of the course, we head, steeply down into the Pine Canyon – you can see the pictures from the top (amazing……) for a few miles. At the bottom, for some time, we are under the cover of pine trees (hence the name of the town 😊) before breaking through to being complexly exposed for the last 7 or so miles. Again, fortunately the weather was great and there was a breeze as well, so we just kept on moving forward. About 4 miles from the finish, there is the last aid station. Just one pivot here, the aid stations, all of them, I believe were staff by local volunteers and several of them were veterans. These folks were incredibly nice and so encouraging. I felt that at each aid station I was entering their home, and they were welcoming us with open arms. At this last one in particular, they helped fill up my bottles, poured some ice-cold water over my head, and sent me on my way with some laughs.

Interestingly enough, a few miles prior to that aid station and currently, I wasn’t having any stomach or nausea issues; I was actually feeling the best I had for the last two days, and my pace seemed to express that. It felt like I was moving faster now, with a few miles to go, than I had all day. I had begun to feel the finish near and as I was heading into the last trail head, before hitting the final 1 mile, I was looking forward to finishing and reflecting on the day, when bam, I caught my right toe on a rock and ate it like a champ. With dirt and dust all over the right side of my body and some nice scraps on my right arm, I dusted off my pride, laughed it off a bit, and continued through to the finish.