Sunday, August 17, 2025

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, an evolving view

When I wrote my first reflection after completing a Boulder Outdoor Survival School (BOSS) 7-Day Field Expedition 10 years ago, I titled it, “BOSS, the ultimate cross-training.” It was running-centric, i.e., BOSS was the ultimate cross-training *for* running.

Being out there in southern Utah really puts everything in proper perspective.

Over the following couple years, I wrote three more posts in that “BOSS, the ultimate cross-training” series. So, four total: “part 1,” “part 2 (physical),” “part 3 (mental),” and “part 4 (spiritual).” Shortly afterward, BOSS became a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization, and I added another post related to that change, “a community.” Around that time, I was also getting ready to take another BOSS course. But, then came the global pandemic.

It wasn’t until 2023 that I was able to take my second BOSS course, a 14-Day Field Expedition. After completing that course, I began another BOSS series, titled, “BOSS, what else the world could be like.” The first post of that series is “part 1 (heart circles).” The second one, “part 2 (climate connection),” is in work. A major lesson learned from that 14-Day course can be summarized by what I wrote in the “part 1 (heart circle)” post: “Never again would I look at a hiker with a backpack and think, meh, that is just walking!” My view on the relationship between running and hiking (with a weighted pack) evolved from running-centric to one of mutual benefit and respect.

Recently, I added two more posts to the “BOSS, the ultimate cross-training” series: “a revelation” and “seriously.” I wrote the former before, and the latter after, this year’s 28-Day Field Expedition course from which I had to leave early due to some upper leg muscle issues. (This was my fourth BOSS course. The third one, in 2024, was more skill-focused and less physically demanding.) From this recent experience, my view on the relationship between running and hiking is that it’s complicated. And, it’s more intimate than I’d thought. My view has further evolved. I now think, at least for me, that running a marathon is easier than hiking extended distances with a loaded pack.

I’m planning more posts for both “BOSS, the ultimate cross-training” and “BOSS, what else the world could be like” series. For ease of access, I’ve collected all my BOSS-related posts here, in an ongoing table of contents.

Ultimate cross-training

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, part 1

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, part 2 (physical)

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, part 3 (mental)

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, part 4 (spiritual)

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, a community

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, a revelation

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, seriously

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, an evolving view [this current post]

What else the world could be like

BOSS, what else the world could be like, part 1 (heart circles)

BOSS, what else the world could be like, part 2 (climate connection) [in work]


Thursday, August 14, 2025

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, seriously

Somewhere on the steep climb from Boulder Creek (north of Boulder, Utah and west of UT-12), where the group had taken a break, to a utility gravel road, I felt it for the first time, and then a few more times. The feeling was not one of pain, sharp or otherwise. Fatigue, sure; but that’s too broad. From my perspective, the best way to describe the feeling is an increasing lack of responsiveness of the leg muscles, particularly the quads. The muscles still responded, but with a lag. And that, over the terrain on which we’re travelling, meant the risks also increased, for myself and, over time, for the rest of the group.

It was late afternoon on Friday. All through the week, since our group of ten students and three instructors had set out late afternoon the previous Sunday, I’ve pace myself to stay under my lactate threshold. On that climb, something, perhaps lactate, perhaps something else, crossed a threshold.

It felt all too eerily similar, almost identical, painfully—not so much physically but mentally--recalling what I’d felt, also toward the end of the first week of another BOSS (Boulder Outdoor Survival School in Boulder, UT) course I’d taken in 2023, a 14-Day Field Expedition. On that course, the problem with my leg muscles occurred on the second day of a three-day group expedition, and I was able to make it through that phase of the course. This time, the course was a 28-Day Field Expedition, and the problem began on the first day of a seven-day group expedition. In both cases, the onset of the problem was rather sudden.

My pace slowed quite a bit, compared to that before the break at Boulder Creek; and I was walking just ahead of the sweep, a fellow student, and Steve, the head instructor. I knew I needed to decide soon. My mind was quickly going through all the options and their possible outcomes, none of which was completely satisfactory. I knew from the 14-Day course that I needed time to recover--time that I didn’t have, because I was on the course schedule, not mine.

We were about two miles from the day’s camp site, and the route there was not particularly difficult. I felt confident that I could slowly walk there and, perhaps, after a night's rest, even continue with the group for another day or two. But, beyond that, to complete the entire seven-day expedition, I felt it was not realistic. I approached Steve, and we discussed my situation. He was supportive however I decided and provided some additional information.

On that gravel road, knowing what I knew from the 14-Day course experience and knowing that, from my lifelong running, my sense of the body’s limits was finely honed, I reluctantly decided, everything considered, to leave the course barely one week into it.

Prior to the course, I’d written about a revelation I had from the 14-Day course, which was that, at least from my personal experience, it seems the usage of the leg muscles is very different between running and walking, and relying on my running would be insufficient for the 28-Day course. So, in preparation for the latter, I adapted my favorite marathon training plan, by replacing two of the weekly runs with hikes of increasing distances and backpack weights, and of varying elevations and terrain surface types (of trails and cross-country).

In hindsight, this adapted training plan was comically inadequate. I’ve lots of mixed feelings. Disappointed with my early exit, of course. Bummed out, for sure. More though, I’m just so mad at myself for underestimating the demands of the course. It was not as if I didn’t know better. In addition to the 14-Day course, I’ve completed two other BOSS courses. I knew the environment; I knew the terrain; I knew the elevation (Boulder, UT is at 6,700 ft). What was I thinking!?

Leaving a course early, in many ways, especially psychologically, feels similar to a DNF (did not finish) in a marathon. Of the 25 or so marathons I’ve run, I DNF’ed once (Potomac 2014). I remember, after that DNF, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how I had to finish the next one (Harrisburg 2014), because, as Brian Morrison once said, "once you drop that first time, it gets easier and easier to throw in the towel."

This time, this DNF, it’s the same: from the moment I left the group, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. A day later, in my Salt Lake City hotel room, awaiting my flight the next day, I couldn’t sleep. And when I finally fell sleep, I slept fitfully. I was second-guessing my decision, of course; though, I felt pretty comfortable that mine was not a case of Tim Noakes’ second- and lower-placed finishers accepting “their respective finishing positions and no longer choose to challenge for a higher finish." But, this thought kept coming up: has the aging curve finally caught up with the training curve? I kept waking up to jot down notes, to google lactate threshold, google dehydration, google rucking, google hiking coach, and a dozen other topics. As the predawn light filtered into the room, I finally concluded that it’s--still (!)--mostly a matter of training and dozed off.

So, what now?

First, I need to find out what caused the problem with the leg muscles and how to prevent or mitigate it. As with marathons, where the outcome is largely decided in the prior months of training, my early exit from the 28-Day course was largely decided before I even got to Boulder (i.e., how I trained). Once the course began, though, there were other possible contributing factors: (1) dehydration, especially, with age, the weakening of the thirst sensation; (2) insufficient sleep, not so much from the nighttime temperature (around 50F), but from the difficulty in finding a comfortable sleeping position; (3) lack of food during “Impact,” the first phase of the course, where no food was provided and water was whatever we found and treated along the way; and (4) elevation which, for the first week, ranged from 6,700 to almost 10,000 ft. As for the latter, cardiovascularly, I was fine. My breathing felt normal; so, my running fitness was sufficient. But, what about the lungs to the bloodstream and from the bloodstream to the tissues? Why, if exceeding the lactate threshold was a problem, did it take so long to recover? Answers to these questions should also help with the last 10K of marathons.

First night camp site, showing all the gear I was carrying for the Impact phase of the 28-Day course.

Second, I need to figure out how to train better, with a plan that’s more specific to the course environment and more commensurate with the course demands and doing it at the elevation where I live (433 ft). I need to figure out how to recover enough overnight. I need to incorporate multi-day hikes. I need to figure out how to simulate the course elevation, terrain, and extended climbs. I need to incorporate more strength training, both upper body and upper leg and overall. I’m looking for hiking training plans and also, possibly, a hiking coach. If I’m to take the 28-Day course again, which I plan to, I want to seriously train, so that the physical part of hiking with a loaded pack occurs in the background. That way, I could focus on, e.g., navigation or just enjoying the scenery!

After the 2023 14-Day course, I wrote that “Never again would I look at a hiker with a backpack and think, meh, that is just walking!” Now, I’d say, at least for me, that running a marathon is easier than hiking extended distances with a loaded pack. Usually, on day 4 after a marathon, I’d feel ready to go out for a test run. This time, as of today, day 6 after I’d left the course, my legs still don’t feel quite ready to run. Maybe another day or so.

Blanket pack and versa cloth day carrier, with combined weight of 30+/- lbs. BOSS’ motto is “Know more, carry less.”

Though my 28-Day course ended prematurely this time, it was still worth the experience. Every BOSS course I’ve taken has been life-changing; this one was no exception. The instructors, as always, were superb. Fellow students, from diverse backgrounds, become friends after the course. The scenery was incredible. I learned a lot of skills and gained a lot of knowledge. And, perhaps more importantly, I learned a lot about myself and my relationship to nature.

Students and instructors gather for a quick morning lesson before hiking out.

Scenic views abound in the areas that BOSS courses go through.


Toula, one of the instructors, giving a lesson on friction fire, using a bow drill.

Meanwhile, my running continues. I now have an unplanned couple extra weeks to train for the upcoming Steamtown Marathon in October. 😊 And, next April, I’m planning to run the Coast Guard Marathon. Then, depending on which BOSS 28-Day course in 2026, I’ll start training—seriously--in April or May.

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Running shoes, another update, plus a milestone

OK, here’s a quick update on the increasing number of shoes that I’m rotating for my runs and their lifespan. In two previous posts on this subject, I showed the following two photos, first one from July 2020 and second one from December 2022.



Here’s the most recently updated photo (July 2025). 


                                                      * Includes two mothball years, so actually 7th year of use. 
                                                    ** 3rd year since being de-mothballed; forgot how many years I'd worn it previously.

The bottom row of five shoes is arranged in the same order as that of the first two photos above. The top row has one additional, the Merrell Trail Glove at upper right (my first pair of Merrell and still all-around favorite!), that I “de-mothballed.” So, starting in 2023, I’ve been rotating through eight pairs of shoes and, occasionally, two other pairs (another Vibram FiveFingers for treadmill and Brooks Pure Grit for rough trails). The “milestone” in the title refers to the MBA2, my first pair of shoes exceeding 2,000 miles.

Here's a table summarizing the numbers:

 

MBA3

MBA2

VFF5

VFF4

MVG

MTG2

VFF3

MTG1

July’20

490

1370

350

670

35

 

 

 

Dec’22

1154

1854

928

1165

648

583

766

 

July’25

1383

2106

1526

1415

872

1362

1027

323


Obviously, I don’t buy shoes often. And I don’t buy the story that I’ve to buy shoes often because they are only supposed to last 300-500 miles. Using Shoe Goo and, as needed, duct tape for “shoe recovery” is much more economical.

As for my climbing shoes (bouldering) …

… I did get a new pair. 😊

(NB: I’ve zero relationship with any of the manufacturers of products mentioned in this post.)





Sunday, July 20, 2025

BOSS, the ultimate cross-training, a revelation

“Never again would I look at a hiker with a backpack and think, meh, that is just walking!”

That’s what I wrote in a post I’d published after my 2023 BOSS (Boulder Outdoor Survival School) 14-Day Field Expedition course in southern Utah. In preparing for the course, being a long-distance runner, I’d thought I had both the physical and mental parts of the course covered. It turned out the mental part was fine. But, the physical part was definitely not! It was a lesson-learned that should not have been one. Because of course I knew about the importance of training specificity: to prepare for a lot of hiking with a loaded backpack, I need to train by hiking a lot with a loaded backpack. Duh!

The “revelation” in the title of this current post came in the training for my 2024 BOSS 14-Day Primitive Living Intensive course. (This post is the latest in the “BOSS, the ultimate cross-training” series that I’d begun after my first BOSS course, a 7-Day Field Expedition, in 2015. See part 1, part 2 (physical), part 3 (mental), part 4 (spiritual), and a community.) With the 2023 BOSS experience still etched in my mind, I scheduled several training hikes with a loaded backpack in the weeks before the 2024 course. For the first morning hike, it was yet another lesson-learned that should not have been one: I went out too fast and I went too far. And I barely made it back home. For the rest of the day, I could hardly walk, even on flat surfaces. Stairs were painfully slow. It was like nothing I’d ever felt after marathons. And I had a 5-mile run scheduled for the next morning.

With the legs still very fatigued in the morning, I decided to try doing my run anyway. I did my usual indoor warm-up routine, went to the bathroom, donned my running gear, hobbled to the end of my driveway by the street, and waited for my heart rate to drop below the usual threshold. All this time, I was thinking that I would just run a few steps, and, mostly likely, the legs would complain so much that I’d have to turn around and go back home. I started my watch and began running and, whoa! What?! Nothing--I felt practically nothing! My legs felt almost completely normal! There was none of the fatigue I was just feeling while walking down the driveway. Astonished, fascinated, and puzzled, I did the entire run with a big grin on my face. But, that’s not the end of the story. I finished the five miles, jogged a few steps, slowed down to a walk, and, bang, I was hobbling again … Huh?!

So, at least from my personal experience, it seems the usage of the leg muscles is very different between running and walking. I’ve just started looking into the literature about the underlying physiological reasons for this difference. So far, I’ve not come across any study that clearly confirms my experience. Here’s one, on “Differences in muscle function during walking and running at the same speed” (in Journal of Biomechanics). Except for the soleus (back part of the calf), “[a]ll other muscle groups distributed mechanical power among the body segments and provided support and forward propulsion in a qualitatively similar manner in both walking and running.” For me, though, the main fatigue was not in the soleus.

Whatever the reason for my experiencing a much greater difference between running and walking, this difference is directly relevant to cross training, especially for endurance running on trails with large vertical elevation differences. Training for one strengthens performance in the other. And, this difference reinforces why training specificity is so important. For that 7-Day course, I got away with relying on just my running. For that 14-Day course, not so much. And, for a 28-Day course, the “standard” BOSS field expedition course, no freaking way!

I’m currently tapering in my training for the upcoming 28-Day course. 😁👍😱🫣 I adapted my favorite marathon training plan, the one that helped me run my PR and first BQ. Basically, I replaced two of the weekly runs with hikes of increasing distances and backpack weights, and of varying elevations and terrain surface types (of trails and cross-country).

Because hiking with a loaded backpack is definitely not just walking!


Thursday, March 20, 2025

A path appears

These are difficult times, particularly for those directly affected by the cruelty and stupidity emanating daily from what should be the People’s House. But, we're all connected, to each other and to nature, in a more profound way than six degrees of separation; thus, everyone is affected as well, sooner or later. America in 2025 is not Nazi Germany in 1933 or People’s Republic of China in 1966 or Argentina in 1976 (not yet, anyway). But, historical parallels and echoes abound. America is not immune. Watching the ongoing coup metastasizing through the body politic, most painfully those parts most vulnerable, from the vantage point of as yet mostly “normal” life, feels almost surreal—though, of course, it’s anything but. One can also now understand better how those historical atrocities could have happened in the midst of “normal” life.

Personally, I‘m ricocheting between trying to maintain some perspective (e.g., by visualizing Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot) and knowing all too well that, in many parts of that dot, there are immense amounts of pain and suffering and death. I also realize that I need to calm down; I need to breathe; I need to heed the advice of many to first take care of oneself. To that end, running through nature has always been my medicine. And, in recent weeks, running has been an especially welcome balm. Another way to take care of oneself is to do it collectively, as part a larger community, to share our anger, our sadness, but also our hope—as we plan and act.

But, after calming down, after taking care of oneself, what can an individual do? What can a community of individuals do? Where is the path ahead, a path that appears, a path for us to get across to the other side?

In running, one sees “a path appears” a lot, e.g., a side trail to the “official” one, in order to get to some scenic point; an alternative trail that’s more direct than the “official” one. Or, in this photo, a path created by walkers and runners where there’s no sidewalk and no real shoulder.

And, of course, any rectilinearly laid out walkway will most likely get rounded off at the corners over time. Someone, that first person, annoyed enough by the unnaturalness of 90-degree turns, will decide to “cut corners.” Others will then follow, or perhaps cut somewhat different corners, until, eventually, a path that most people follow appears: an optimal path gets crowdsourced. What is optimal may not be conventionally expected.

Lu Xun in 1921 wrote, "Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing—but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears." This quote is the source of the title of Nicholas Kristof's book, A Path Appears (2015). Lu Xun's "hope" is based on action, actions that individuals take, which collectively become actions that communities take. Rebecca Solnit similarly described "hope" in her book, Hope in the Dark (2016): “Hope just means another world might be possible, not promise, not guaranteed. Hope calls for action; action is impossible without hope.” So, hope is not something one feels or has; hope is something one does.

Recently, to calm myself down a bit, I joined a "Walk and Talk" with Del. Lorig Charkoudian (District 20, Montgomery Co., Maryland) along Sligo Creek Parkway, Takoma Park, MD. It was my first time. It was fun and I learned a lot. Del. Charkoudian went through a lot of what was going on in the current legislative session in Annapolis, MD. Overall, at the state and local levels, it seems a lot can still be done. So, that's a little bit of calm in the ongoing storm. Also calming was this barred owl (?) in a bamboo grove watching as we passed by.


Toward the end of the "Walk and Talk," Del. Charkoudian, in describing her own feelings toward recent events, said "eventually, a path will appear." I found out later that she was referring to Myles Horton and Paulo Freire’s book, We Make the Road by WalkingThe title of the book comes from a line by Freire in Chapter 1 (Introduction): “I think that even though we need to have some outline, I am sure that we make the road by walking.” For both authors, real liberation is achieved through popular participation. The phrase, “we make the road by walking,” was adapted from a poem by the Spanish poet Antonio Machado in "Proverbios y Cantares" (Proverbs and Songs), which is part of his Campos de Castilla (Fields of Castile). The specific line in the poem is "se hace camino al andar" ("you make the path as you walk”). Pre-existing path not there? Don’t be distressed. Just make your own. Just start by … starting.


On a "Walk and Talk" along Sligo Creek Parkway, Takoma Park, Maryland, Del. Lorig Charkoudian briefed everyone on what was going on in the current legislative session in Annapolis.

Focus on the next step, then the next step. Focus on the here and now. Which is basically what running, especially endurance running, is, i.e., focusing on one foot after another. If one is going in the right direction, there's no need to think much about the goal. Eventually, one will get to the finish line. Recently, I was visiting family in northern California, and, for one of my Sunday long runs, I took the Rocky Ridge Trail eastward towards Rocky Ridge (west of Mt. Diablo). There’s a tall antenna of some sort on top of Rocky Ridge that can be seen from the trail several miles to the west. In this case, the path existed, and I knew I was going in the right direction. One foot after another and, eventually, the antenna came into view right in front of me.



Both Machado’s path and Lu Xun’s path are made by walking. Machado’s path is one’s own unique path through life (“y al volver la vista atrás” (“and on glancing back”) one sees “sino estelas en la mar.” (“just your wake in the sea.”)); whereas Lu Xun’s path is one that others follow. But, perhaps in difficult times, when one’s not seeking uniqueness but solutions, some of these unique paths will leave wakes large enough, long-lasting enough, that others will follow; until, eventually, individual wakes build on each other into a wave--a blue wave.

Regarding the ongoing coup in America, how should people respond and act? How do we “appear” a path? What about runners of the world? Unite (?!) Well, sure, of course. But, what’s the path? Given the current environment, a path will have to go through the local. Part of the path is building community, providing mutual aid, planting seeds of resistance and of change. They try to flood the zone and bury us; but they’re finding out that we are like seeds. We float and spread. We settle and sprout. We network and build something different, something better.

I think running will be a part of the solution to get us across to the other side. Running is democratic, as well as insurrectional. There’s a lot that life can learn from running. For runners, there are different paths. One example is Sanctuary Runners (SR) in Ireland, “a solidarity-through-sport initiative which uses running, jogging and walking to bring together asylum seekers, refugees, migrants and all Irish residents.” SR currently has groups only in Ireland but with plans to expand internationally.

Many have said this: Every individual act is important. I like this quote of Dorothy Day: “What good can one person do? What is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.” And also this more succinct one from Christa Mancias, in responding to “what gives you hope?”: “Everyone is a solution to our problems.” Because real power lies with us the people (1, 2).

These are difficult times. But, in a Dickensian way, these are also hopeful times. As former NOAA Administrator Richard William Spinrad (who resigned as of January 20, 2025) said, what they are doing is like "the bull in a china shop; a lot of broken stuff and a lot of bullshit." The purpose of the ongoing wanton destruction is to seize control. But, it also creates an opportunity for us, an opportunity to build what else the world could be like.

A path will appear; it's up to us.


Wednesday, January 1, 2025

“Get some food first … and then decide.” (Patapsco Valley 2024 50K race report)

That’s what one of the race officials next to the finish line said to me.

I was just finishing—finally—the first of two 16-mile loops of the Patapsco Valley 50K a few months ago. As I was approaching the finish area, the person monitoring the finish line asked me if I was 50K or 25K (companion race to the 50K). I said 50K but I'm debating whether to not do the second loop and make it a 25K. Then this race official on the side said, don’t go past the finish line yet, go to the aid station, get some food first, see how you feel, and then decide.


Half-dazed, I stopped by the aid station and got some food and drink and went to the adjacent drop-bag canopy. As I ate and drank, I unthinkingly reached for my bag, unzipped it, and started to change into dry socks, shoes, etc. Then, after 20 some minutes of fueling, hydration, and rest, and with some clarity returning to my mind, I reassessed and felt a second loop was at least possible. So, I went back to the guy and said, um, I think I’ll give it a try and see. He said I looked good, and that there’s still an hour before the cutoff to start a second loop. I then made a quick porta-potty stop and headed out to start the second loop, not knowing quite what to expect, hoping to just finish.

Which I did! So, because of this guy’s "get some food first," I was able to finish my first ultrarace ever. Instead of some at-least-I-did-one-loop-and-got-familiar-with-the-course-for-next-time rationalization, I now can say, I fricking did it! I “showed up” for that second loop. Indeed, "whether in running or in non-running, showing up intentionally is the Tao." (And, after this past November 5th, showing up is all the more important.)


Beautiful hand-crafted 50K finishers mug

What happened at the end of that first loop was the main lesson of the race for me. Mind over body? Sure. But, in this race, the lesson is that my mind sometimes underestimates my body.

The Patapsco Valley 50K was more challenging than I’d anticipated. But, I should have known that, given the course winds near and across the Patapsco River within the Patapsco Valley State Park (southwest of Baltimore, MD). The last mile or so of the 16-mile loop, after crossing a small tributary to the Patapsco River and checking in my bib number with a race volunteer there, is pretty much a continuous steep ascent until the grassy expanse next to the softball field of the CCBC (Community College of Baltimore County) Catonsville. At least it felt that way.

Finish time: 8:28:31; moving time: 8:07:40; pace: 15:18/mi; ~20 minutes of fueling, hydration, and rest between the two loops.

It was during this last mile at the end of the first loop, with my legs feeling barely responsive from all the lactic acid buildup and walking most of the way, that I was trying to talk myself into stopping after one loop and just finishing the race as a 25K. Thoughts going through my mind: If I am feeling this way now, what will it feel like in the second loop? If my legs are not feeling normal, wouldn’t parts of the course with side drop-offs be kind of dangerous? What if I lose my balance crossing the Patapsco River, especially the second one with water deep enough to get my shorts wet and a riverbed full of slippery rocks? If I stop and finish the race as a 25K, it wouldn’t be a DNF; I’d have a medal. If I just stop, I could get off my feet and …

It didn’t occur to me—perhaps I didn’t want it to occur to me—that, with rest, the lactic acid should start to be flushed out and the legs should then feel differently. I should have known better. I did know better. After all, I’d written about it. According to Tim Noakes’ Central Governor Model, during the final stages of any race, as much as 65% of the leg muscle fibers are inactive and not contributing to the effort. Similarly, David Goggins, former Navy SEAL and ultra runner, wrote about the “40% rule” in his book, Can't Hurt Me. I don’t know the basis for his rule. But he also refers to a governor in the human mind that makes most people give up when they’ve only used around 40% of their maximum potential--even though they feel like they’ve reached their maximum. Noakes’ 65% is untapped potential; Goggins’ 40% is tapped potential. So, the two are about the same. The question is why some people are better able to overrule their governors and tap into their potential. In the 2024 Barkley Marathons, Jasmin Paris became the first woman to finish the entire course with just 99 seconds left of the 60-hour limit. One has to wonder how much of her untapped potential she was able to access, especially during those final few minutes before the finish line.

I knew intellectually that I had a lot more in me to do the second 16-mile loop. But that knowledge was nowhere to be found during the steep ascent toward the end of the first loop and the start/finish line. I suppose I could have tapped into a bit of that 60-65% potential, if I knew better how. Definitely a work in progress. My post-race recovery was slower than that after marathons (e.g., in walking down the stairs). Both big toenails were none too happy from all those descents on the course. It took seven days to recover enough to do a test run, compared with the usual four days after a marathon.

The irony is that I actually had resigned myself to running the 25K, after being too late to register for the 50K. I figured I’ll run the 25K and get familiar with the course for next time. I registered for the 25K and was #8 on the waiting list for the 50K. Being that far down the list (so I thought), I didn’t expect much. So, it was a pleasant surprise when I finally got back onto the grid and checked my email after I’d completed the BOSS 14-Day Primitive Living Intensive course in southern Utah. For several days prior, the Patapsco 50K folks had been emailing me that I’d been selected for the 50K.

I have long wondered what those five miles beyond a marathon feel like. In recent years, I’ve been thinking more and more about trying an ultrarace to find out. The Patapsco Valley 50K, located only about a 30-40-minute drive away, was a logistically easy ultrarace to try. (And, yes, 50K should be about 31 miles. So, with Patapsco’s two 16-mile loops, the runners got an extra mile for free. 😊)

This being my first ultrarace, I just wanted to finish. So focused was I on finishing that I didn’t even think to take any photos, though I had my cell phone with me. I was also concerned about the two river crossings. I’d run before in wet shoes from rain and puddles. But, I’d never run in shoes that have been completely submerged in water. So, crossing the river was a new experience. It turned out to be not too bad; the shoes drained and dried pretty quickly. It was easy to know when a crossing was coming up by the cries from runners up ahead. The second 16-mile loop was both harder and easier. Harder because I was more tired and because I knew, e.g., oh, here comes that really steep ascent. But it was also easier because I felt more of a sense of progress toward the finish, e.g., oh, this foot bridge means I’m more than halfway there.

The Patapsco Valley 50K was “minimalist.” Maybe intentionally. Maybe because it’s not a huge race (some 200 runners total). In any case, I love it! Because I’m very much a minimalist runner. The bib pickup the day before the race was minimalist. It could just be me, but, after I parked in the designated lot of CCBC, I wandered around the adjacent athletic fields for quite a while, before seeing a couple of people coming from that very lot with their bibs. It turned out the race organizers had set up a couple tables located diagonally and not far from where I’d parked. I totally missed it. The start of the race was minimalist, basically just 10, 9, 8, … go. The race T-shirt and bib were minimalist. The bib had no timing chip, which I guess is not necessary for ultraraces.

But, there was definitely no minimalism from all the staff and volunteers in providing race support! Kudos to all for a great race! The trail markings were very well done. In a goldilocks way. Not too many to disrupt the natural feel of the run, but enough to not get lost within the dense trail network of the Patapsco Valley State Park. Except for a couple places. But, course marshals were strategically placed, and they got me back on track. Parking was plentiful and conveniently located. Fueling and hydration stations were well-situated and -stocked. PB&J on white bread, cut into quarters, was my food of choice. Also, PB pretzel nuggets. I love the finishers mug, quite unique. Every time I use it brings a smile. That vegetarian chili after finishing was sublime. Whoever made it should get a medal!

And, of course, a huge thanks again to that guy who said, “Get some food first …”