February 9th – A place in history
- 1971 Feb 9, Apollo 14 returns to earth.
- 1974 Feb 9, US female Figure Skating championship was won by Dorothy Hamill.
- 1985 Feb 9, Madonna’s album “Like a Virgin” reached #1.
- 1986 Feb 9, Halley’s Comet reached 30th perihelion, its closest approach to Sun.
- 1997 Feb 9, Fox cartoon series “Simpsons” aired its 167th episode, the longest running animated series in cartoon history.
- 1998, Feb 9, 10″ of snow fall in Louisville, KY.
- 2009, Feb 9, Thirty Mummies Discovered at Saqqara.
- 2014, Feb 9, Legal Rights Extended for Same-Sex Couples.
- 2019, Feb 9, the day I ran my first Ultramarathon.
Whether it be our first job, our first paycheck, a wedding date, or child’s birthday, we all have something we remember. A time in history that something significant took place in our lives and we were forever changed. For me, February 9th 2019 has forever carved a place in my heart as the day I completed my first ultramarathon.
Training
Let me start by saying that while I was born at the end of December, I am not a winter person at all! I honestly have no idea what I was thinking when I signed up to run a winter Ultra, clearly it wasn’t the smartest thing I had done in life.
Other than it raining every weekend, being cold every weekend, snowing on the weekends it wasn’t raining, still being cold every weekend, and basically just hating life, training was great. I had a training plan that I rarely followed for one reason or another. I was sick for one full week of training. We also had some pretty major holidays thrown in there with Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s… and this girl likes to eat, shop, drink, and eat, shop and drink some more. Yet somehow I always found a way to get it in.
As the old saying goes, “If it’s important to you, you’ll find a way. If not, you will find an excuse.”
Race Day

It’s cold, dark, and 18 degrees, lets fake smile and take a selfie.
My biggest plan for race day was to be prepared. I spent the evening before laying out my clothes, pinning on my number, packing my gear, checking and rechecking everything. Just making sure I was packed and ready. The biggest preparation was to get to bed early and try to sleep. As you know, this isn’t always easy the night before any big event, but I did get to bed around 10 PM and managed to sleep pretty good.
Race morning started pretty much like any other morning with the exception that I was about to run for a very, very, very long time. The longest I had ever ran!
I arrived at the Horine Center around 6:45 to check out the scene and see who might be taking an early start. Upon arrival I realized I forgot the one thing I would need in order to take an early start, a headlamp, so definitely no early start for this gal since sunrise didn’t occur until around 7:40. So fate has decided I will take the 8 AM start which was perfect since I had enough to think about already. Which was actually pushed to 8:30 AM due to some icy roads and racers having trouble getting to the race site.
THE RACE IS ON…
Runner #369 is ready! or at least as ready as she is going to be….
It was a cold start but it really was not unbearable. Maybe it was just the energy of race day and the excitement to finally become an Ultra runner.
At the start of the race I sort of hung back and let a bit of the pack get started. I didn’t want to get caught up in the herd, and I wanted to ensure the faster runners got out ahead of me. My goal was to finish, not to be in the way of the truly competitive souls who were on their way to stardom.
I learned that I am good for about 2 hours of running. After that I start picking at every little thing and thinking about every little ache. I also learned that if you don’t keep the tube of your water supply warm, it will freeze in 18 degree temps. I figured out how to tuck in into my shirt early on to keep it warm with my body temperature.
I began having some shoe issues early on. My right shoe was rubbing against my metatarsal and my backup pair was at the drop station at mile 21, the start of the Scott’s Gap Loop. Luckily I had pack some tape in my hydration pack and was able to tape my foot to help with the rubbing. It didn’t stop but it helped quite a bit. I swapped out my shoes upon arriving at the Scott’s Gap Loop.
Most of the race was good. There were a lot of hills but I did all of my long training runs on the race trails to I would know what to expect on race day. It was my biggest advantage for sure.
The toughest part of the race…
—was the Scott’s Gap Loop. It took 1:00:18 (18:45 min/mile) to complete, far longer than it had taken on any of my training runs. It was also the only time during the race that I thought about quitting. All of the rain the week before the race was rough on this section of the course. Not only is it the steepest part of the course, it was horribly muddy. An additional factor that I lead to my slowed pace was the my bad decision to take trekking poles for this part of the course. I am not super experienced at running with trekking poles, and they were probably more of a hindrance than a help. I found myself being very reliant on them and wanted to walk/hike far more than I wanted to run. However, that could also be just the fact that I was super tired and this section is super tough.
Coming out of the Scott’s Gap Loop, I took a very long break. I had about 8 to 9 miles back to the finish line and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to get through it. So I sat there chatting, sipping beef broth, eating some nuts and mentally preparing myself for the trek back. After a while I felt I might be able to make it and headed back out on the trails.
Shortly after starting the route back, a group of 4 strangers forged a bond while working together to complete the journey to the finish line. All of us dealing with our own struggles, pains, and even some inner demons, but none of us were willing to give up. We chatted for the next several miles, getting to know one another as we passed the time trying not to think about the struggles of the run itself.
Aaron, Ali, David and myself finished the race as a team. I am very thankful to have met these new friends out on the trails and wish them lots of happy trails as they continue to work on their running journeys. I hope our paths cross again someday, maybe next year at the Louisville Lovin’ the Hills.

That’s a lot of Elevation!
My closing thoughts – I completed my first Ultra Marathon and I feel so blessed. Nothing compares to the feeling you get when you have achieved something you have worked so hard at.

The poster my family made for me while I was out on the trails.
To be badass, you have to train like a badass!
