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At the Run Woodstock festival, you can get mellow, chill out, get your flower power on and thrill to Lemon James, “the female Jimi Hendrix,” doing a credible rendition of Hendrix’s national anthem from Woodstock. But you can also run a legit 100 miles or opt for a 100k, 50-mile, 50k, marathon, half-marathon or three versions of a 5k, including one option where you run part of the course au naturel.
Let’s face it, it’s been a rough year. With the sudden passing of iconic artists like David Bowie and Prince as well as a heated presidential election, it might not be so difficult to say goodbye to 2016. The human spirit can spiral downward quickly, and it’s up to us to use the tools we have – like running – to bring it back up.
The Flagstaff to Grand Canyon Stagecoach Line unfolds like a good story. Like any addictive page-turner, the event establishes its characters, puts them through hell but ultimately leaves each participant with a newfound sense of introspection and grasp on what they can truly accomplish.
The rain had finally cleared for the start of the 5th Annual Mark Twain Endurance Runs. The 28 athletes attempting the 100-mile trek, and the 44 gearing up for the 50-mile run, knew, as race director Gary Fuerst cautioned at the pre-race briefing on Friday night, that “taking care of your feet” would be paramount for a safe and successful run.
Editor’s note: I was recently chatting with my teenage daughter about how our days were going – I told her that I was interviewing an ultrarunner who had recently broken a 26-year-old epic record. “Oh really, what race?” she asked. “A 3,000-miler starting in San Francisco and ending in New York City. He ran across the country, doing over 70 miles a day, every day, breaking the record by four days.” Her reply: “Damn, son!” There really are no words to describe the enormity of Pete Kostelnick’s accomplishment, but these two seem to resonate.
A week of heavy rain leading up to the Hawk Hundred had left the carefully groomed single-track trails muddy and unsuitable for foot traffic. Less than 24 hours before the race start, the trail steward made the call to switch the 25-mile single-track course to a mostly paved 25-mile loop.