Race Recap {fire on the mountain 50k}

The Race

On Sunday, November 3rd I ran my first trail race in nearly six years. Despite having a background in cross country, I was never a big trail runner. I loved it, but I didn’t do it often as the majority of XC courses are buffed (you won’t find technical scrambling or climbing on them). Moving to NYC has only further distanced me from the trail running community, but with the Scotland race looming I figured it was time to see where I was at.

I went looking for a benchmark race that would be tough, but doable. A challenge, but not cause an injury or training setback. I settled on Fire on the Mountain 50K. It looked tough, but at the 50k distance didn’t look insane and I figured it would be a good benchmark to see where I was at in training. As mentioned, NYC has removed a lot of my vert and technical training and admittedly I’ve been a little lazy about making the time to add it in through trips up to Van Cortlandt Park.

FotM was an out and back style race, running through Green Ridge State Forest in Allegany County, Maryland. If you’d like to replicate, we started at Point Lookout, ran a mile down Oldtown Orleans Rd, cut into the Red Trail and ran that to the Green Trail, turned around and doubled back, Green to Red to road to finish. Overall the course was an estimated 32 miles (51.5 km), a touch over 50K however I ended up tossing in a couple extra miles (we’ll get there) making it a nice 34 miles for myself 😅.


Starting Off

I didn’t get the pre-race morning of my dreams, but it wasn’t too bad. I was up at 3 am to leave by 3:30 am and drive 2.5 hours to the start line. I was a little tired, but by the time I got there didn’t notice it too much. I had hydrated effectively for days, fueled well the night before, and earlier that morning with both food and pre-race gels which gave me a small mental foothold at the start.


View from the startlines overlook at 6:45 am.


It was incredibly cold standing at the start. 30 degrees, windy, on an exposed ridgeline. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in the way of stretching considering the only thing that would warm me up enough to stretch would be to run a little, which I was not planning on doing before running another 30-something miles. I settled for a little joint mobility and dynamic stretches to try and stay loose.

The first mile was a pretty easy blur. All road, all downhill. Stepping into the woods I was quickly informed of how under prepped I was for trail running. The first descent wasn’t super steep, but was technical and had a significant amount of post-storm leaf-cover. (In the days leading up to the race a storm and tornado watch had swept through the area leaving the trails and streams pretty bogged down and covered in leaves). I really loved the first 5K of the race, we were running on crunchy frost-covered leaves, the sky was incredibly clear and blue. I did take one fall early on, around mile 2.5 and split my knee open. But, with how cold it was I barely noticed the swelling 👍.


Sun coming up and hitting the tops of trees around mile 4.


Fall running is always my favorite, especially when there are crunchy frost-covered leaves.


First climb was a wake-up call to the vert that I was in for. If I haven’t mentioned it enough, let me reiterate: I have almost *no* hill training under my belt. I managed a solid powerhike getting up the first peak and figured that if I could maintain a strong powerhike uphill, gun it on the descents, and keep steady through the flats that I would have a good race. What I didn’t expect was that the descents would be more gnarley than the climbs. They were loose dirt and scree, covered in leaves.

As this is not a running blog and many of you might not have a strong background in anatomy, let me explain why by mile 4 my mental game was getting a little rocked. Walking or powerhiking uphill primarily uses your quads (think like walking upstairs). Running uphill keeps you on your toes, primarily using your calves. When running downhill your body’s braking system (hamstrings and glutes) comes into play. There are two main ways to run downhill. The first way would be on steep or rocky terrain where you lift your knees higher to jog down, ledge to ledge, similar to a mountain goat. The second way is a little bit like controlled falling, with the hammies, glutes, and quads acting as stabilizers so you can get the most speed from the littlest work.

The problem with this situation is that there wasn’t enough solid ground to hop down mountain goat style and it was too steep for controlled falling – I would end up fall running straight off a mountain. So instead it was this modified lean back braking that put more pressure on my lower back and hip flexors, plus didn’t allow my quads adequate rest as we scree skied down. In less than one mile we did about 1,000 ft of ascent and descent on some of the steepest terrains I’ve ever run.

Not completely insane for an ultra, but when you are not expecting a lot of vert and when this race was described to you as “chill” and when you have little to no hill training? It blew. It was really cool and super fun, but it blew and we had more than a marathon to go and I had no idea how many more climbs were coming so I dialed back my flat running pace to keep a little in the tank for potential future climbs. Getting onto the Green Trail we were weaving along a riverbed with two large hills (500+ ft of elevation) on either side for about six miles. I was just waiting for the trail to veer off and hand us another climb. But it didn’t. The Green Trail stayed flat and boggy with several river crossings until just before the turnaround at 17.5 miles.



The Turnaround

Going into the turnaround checkpoint we had another climb, but after the first one, it didn’t feel nearly as tough. Funny enough we actually climbed higher during those miles than we had with the first climb (about 500 ft of gain compared to 800 ft of gain).

The final steps to the turnaround checkpoint (the ‘Oasis’) had their own pop of 100 ft of gain which was mild cruelty after 17 miles.


“The Oasis”


Ah, but at the top was every food you could think of. I ate more pretzel sticks and Uncrustables at that stop than I have in the past two years. In general, I didn’t linger too long at any of the stops, taking less than six minutes at the Oasis and less than 10 minutes at all the checkpoints combined. I didn’t want to get sucked into the comfort of not moving or worse sit down.


Doubling Back

The second half had a few curveballs of its own.

1 / After leaving the Oasis I started back on the trails and took an unplanned detour. After 19 miles I had a bit of runner’s brain and wasn’t thinking my sharpest and when I saw a rock with a green arrow (on the Green Trail, mind you) I followed it. For a mile. Until, after getting eaten up by greenbriers and other thorny vines I decided to double back to where I had left the trail and recheck. I got back on trail after 25 minutes, two miles, and 200 extra ft of climbing. I was less than enthused.

2 / Running the trail backward was a completely different experience (as the RD promised us). All the downhill scrambles became savage climbs with dead legs and all the uphill hikes became sweeping downhills that were … fun (?)



3 / After 20+ miles I got incredibly clumsy. My legs weren’t super tired, my knees and hips felt fine, but mentally I stopped being so sharp. I tend to be a light-on-my-feet runner and pretty agile with the ‘bob and weave’ needed for road racing. But we weren’t on roads, we were on trails, and I took a rough misstep that almost fractured my tibia. Coming around a turn along the riverbed I stepped where I thought was solid ground. What it was was an area where, during flooding, the river had undercut the shoreline, leaving a thin and deceptive patch of ground overhanging between the actual shoreline and a protruding tree root. When I stepped there, landing with 3x my body weight, I went through up to knee and my body weight fell toward the river while my leg was caught between the root and shoreline. Thankfully there were seemingly no injuries, but it didn’t feel like a kiss and considering I was already worried about some issues in that part of my leg it didn’t help the mental game.



4 / After gorging at the Oasis (rookie mistake, Moll) I was worried about putting gels in my body and ended up under fueling. Typically, I would take a gel every 30-45 minutes (starting one hour into the run). After leaving the Oasis I didn’t eat for 90 minutes, which is a long time after four hours and 20-something miles. I didn’t feel like it was hurting me until the last three miles. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so emotional about hunger before. On a post-race call, I even said: “I don’t think I’ve ever been that hungry before, and I had an eating disorder!” Which sounds comical, but I was actually tearing up thinking about pasta. I had another gel with me and I probably should have taken it, but historically taking gels on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster for me so I decided to tough it out knowing I would be finished in 30 minutes.


The Finish Line

The final mile (being a reverse of that “all downhill” start) was another cruel climb. I gotta give the RD props for making us work so hard for a midpoint food stop and for the finish line. I wasn’t sure if I would make it halfway, I wasn’t sure if I would leave the Oasis or if I would drop, I wasn’t sure if I would finish. That race was a battle to the end. I later learned the names of some of the climbs/descents we did were all aptly named: Buttslide Descent, Steep Kicker Home, and Dig In Climb.

Crossing the line, throwing my log on the fire (the action to officially stop your time) and being told I finished top 10 for women was 🤯. Completely, completely unexpected. I remember a few people shaking my hand, saying/getting a few good jobs and crushed its, but mostly I remember the picnic table of food. I have never drank coke (much less three cokes) so fast in my life. I was eating everything that was in front of me.


Finisher “medal” made of chocolate 👍



I didn’t linger at the finish line too long, knowing I had a 2.5 hour drive home in the dark. I don’t remember a lot of that drive, except that I was incredibly tired (at this point I had been up for 16 hours, running for over nine of them) and using my radio as a karaoke machine to keep me alert. A few miles from my house I stopped off to pick up the healthiest of dinner options: Royal Farms chicken. If you don’t live in Maryland, Delaware, Virginia, Pennsylvania or New Jersey you may not know what I’m talking about, but there is something so good about Royal Farms. And something about running 34 miles makes it even better.

I tend to be fairly productive post-race so after getting home and eating a pint of mashed potatoes, I showered, did some laundry, walked the dog, answered tons of texts from friends and family asking about the race, watched a little of the Ravens game and did a lot of stretching. By 10:15 pm I was out cold, but I woke up hungry at 3:30 am and ended up eating another pint of mashed potatoes (truly divine).

Over the next few days I had some soreness, but nothing extreme. I plan to take time off running until my body feel good again and then taking a few more days just to be sure any micro injuries I caused have time to heal up. In the meantime, I’ll be doing a lot of biking or walking to keep my body moving.


Final thoughts

To sum up that race up in one word: Brutal. It was a stellar course overall, super scenic with cool climbs, but I was remarkably unprepared for it. Squeaking by with a top 10 finish for women blew my mind. I was shocked to have finished at all.

Going into the race I was pretty mentally drained. The day prior to the race my family had received some tough medical news, I didn’t sleep well, and my anxiety was pretty high. Going to sleep on Saturday night I knew I would consider this race a ‘win’ if I started it. Mentally I wasn’t in it. I spent the whole race questioning myself, the sport, and I kept asking myself “Why am I out here at all? I could be spending time with my family. I should be with my family.” The answer I kept coming back to was “Because you can.” Not in an ego-inflated ‘I-do-what-I-want’ kind of way, but in an honest ‘The ability to do this is a gift, don’t waste it’ kind of way. On Monday night I went to see Pop (my maternal grandfather) who is battling stage 4 esophageal cancer, to tell him about my race. I don’t know what to say more than, sharing that with him made the miles worth it. Sharing a beer and hearing him cheers me with a Slovenian “Na zdravje!” made the miles worth it.

That race was tough. I was underprepared, thrown into the deep end. But I think my mom summed up my attitude about the race pretty perfectly when she said “Very proud of my strong stubborn daughter, who was definitely channeling her grandfather today. Finish what you start and always do your best.”


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Race Recap {the warriors ultrarun}

The race

Yesterday I *officially* completed my first ultra. The Warriors UltraRun was a 30 mile race from Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx, through Manhattan, and ending at Brooklyn’s Coney Island. We retraced the steps taken by the Warriors gang in the 1979 film by the same name.

The rules were simple: run from Van Cortlandt Park to Coney Island in whichever way you would like, with two stipulations:

/ You needed to pass through both the 96th Street and Union Square subway stations

/ No walking in subway stations

Otherwise, we were free to run however we would like. Being that the race was through Manhattan there were no aid stations, plenty of 24-hour bodegas along the way. Why 24-hour? Because the race began at 1 am.


Prepping for one long night

Backing up for a moment, let’s go back to the Wednesday before the race, September 18, 2019. I woke up that morning not even knowing the race existed and went to sleep having signed up to run an ultra on no training. My two plus decades of running give me a significant base for racing and I’ve been known to sign up for big races with little to no lead-up time, but this was a little much, even for me.

In the previous eight weeks, I had been resting and barely running in order to help heal a pulled hamstring. My weekly mileage was less than this race would be in a single push, but I couldn’t walk away from the chance to run such a historic NYC ultra (historic because of its roots in the movie, the race itself was inaugural). After connecting with the RD, confirming I would run, I switched into planning-mode.

Within the world of running, especially long distance running, planning is everything. I meticulously plan my kit, nutrition, pacing, everything. Granted it rarely goes according to plan, but it’s part of my anxiety coping. If I feel like I’m organized, I’m able to relax and stress less about the race. I picked up a few bits for the race, namely using it as an excuse to finally get some Goodr sunglass I’d been eyeing, and restocked my gels. Nutrition has always been the toughest part of races for me. My body does not like to eat on the run and the majority of gels, chews, etc end up making me very nauseous … or worse. I had some luck with GU energy chews so I went with those, crossing my fingers that they would be good to me. I also packed a few “normal” food bits, like an Uncrustable sandwich and Lara Bar.

Knowing that the race would last all night I tried to catch a few hours of sleep before the start, but it was ineffective. Collectively I napped about 45 minutes and then geared up and spent about two hours pacing around my apartment until it was time to leave. I’ve never been known for my patience, especially when I’m excited about something, and I was very psyched to get going.



One hour long subway ride later and I was arriving at Van Cortlandt Park. Very excited, very nervous.


The Bronx

True to the movie we started the race at 1 am in Van Cortlandt Park. Over loudspeakers RD Todd Aydelotte played the opening conclave scene, with the gunshot that (*spoiler*) kills Cyrus being our start gun. This was the part of the race that concerned me the most, the start and falling into pace groups. Being 5’2″ I was not enthused at the idea of spending 5+ hours running through New York City alone, overnight. This is where the camaraderie of this race really shined for me. By the end of the first mile, I had joined up with four other runners that would become my “gang” for the remainder of the night.

There was Peter (a fellow ultra-novice like myself who was prepping for a 50k), Anna (who chatted with me for over ten miles), Kumi (a veteran-ultra runner who introduced me to Spring, my GI salvation), and Ntino (who’s positive energy got me through my mile 22 bonk).

We left the park and started running down Broadway, the street I would give many miles to over the next few hours. After crossing the Harlem River we veered left and started following Tenth Ave toward Harlem River Dr. This made the first piece of the run absolutely beautiful. It was still pitch black out, with Highbridge Park on our right and the Harlem River and Bronx skyline on our left. While we were technically in Manhattan it didn’t feel like we truly were until we left the riverside.



We broke away from the river and started down Convent Ave, headed toward our first of two checkpoints: 96 Street station. After running eight miles through City College and Columbia University we arrived. Those first eight miles of the run flew by. I was happily and genuinely surprised when my watch buzzed at eight – it felt like we’d been running for two. I took it as a sign that maybe I would feel solid for the whole run (wishful thinking).


outside 96th Street station at 2:40 am


After leaving the station we linked back up with Broadway and followed it down to Columbia Circle. This whole time I was feeling great, and as a group we running incredibly steady, staying right around 10:30 to 11 min/mi pace. We crossed off several of the NYC tourist spots, running through a surprisingly busy Time Square…


TIME SQUARE at 3:15 am (top to bottom: Kumi, Ntino, me, Anna, Peter)


Getting great views of a lit-up Empire State Building, passing Madison Square Park and its infamous Shake Shack, and running alongside the Flatiron Building. We ended our Broadway stretch at checkpoint number two: Union Square subway station…


“taking” a call from our RD somewhere inside Union Square station at 3:40 am


After crossing off our two subway stations the rest of the run was completely up to us. After taking about 10 minutes to fuel up, rest, grab waters, and use the facilities we left Greenwich Village. At this point, we were about 13.5 miles and nearly 2:50 into the run.

We ran down Bowery, anticipating taking the Manhattan Bridge into Brooklyn. However, when we got there we all agreed that the opportunity to run an empty Brooklyn Bridge was too good to pass up and worth the extra mileage. Canal to Centre looped us around Chinatown and we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge around 4:30 am, pausing for a ceremonial gel-cheers and mini-dance break to the Beastie Boys’ No Sleep Till Brooklyn.


photo another group took of the Brooklyn Bridge and lower Manhattan



Brooklyn, aka Bonk-city. To be completely honest I had never bonked before in my life. I didn’t even know I was bonking, I thought I was dying. I was honestly thinking “Okay cool, I die in Brooklyn. This is it. The first fatality of the Warrior UltraRun.” Yeah, it was so rough I wasn’t just anticipating death, I had accepted it.

The first chunk of Brooklyn (miles 16-22ish) wasn’t bad. We ran Adams St to Deans St, past the Barclays Center, linked up with Fifth Ave for a little under three miles. I felt a little sluggish, but I kept trucking figuring it was just my body adjusting to the mileage, late night, and anticipating that once my latest gel kicked in that I would be right as rain.


I was giving my body everything it could need, everything I could think of. I gave it water, electrolytes, gels, salt tabs, and nothing. No response. Miles 22-28 were easily the roughest six miles I’ve ever run. Despite the protest from my body, I’m happy with my overall mental game. I did need to put my headphones in and “check out” for a little while, but I pushed through. To illustrate how “checked out” I was, there was a section where we had two options: run through Prospect Park or run along Green-Wood Cemetery. Post-run someone was asking me which we had gone with and straight-faced, completely serious I went “We ran through a park?” I guess 5-am-me wasn’t really ‘taking it in’ anymore. 😂

The last bit of the run was a bit of a blur, but my watch GPS tells me that we ran Bay Ridge Pkwy, bumped down to 85th St (via 20th Ave), and took that to Stillwell Ave. Ahh, that road is burned in my mind. Stillwell marked the last 2.5 miles of the run. Hands down the longest 2.5 miles I’ve ever run, but turning the corner and seeing Wonder Wheel made it worth it. Something about seeing that iconic wheel in the early, early, early morning light, made it worth it.



And then we were done home.


finishing with Kumi, aka my personal cheerleader



Bonk-Molly really questioned the entire ultra running sport. Like why was I interested in this? Wasn’t the first race supposed to come with some beginner’s luck? Or some kind of “ah-ha”, heavenly moment? Whatever fee you need to pay to get that I must have missed because it didn’t happen for me. But what did happen is a lot of work, new friendships, and a step leap outside of my comfort zone.

I went home exhausted, showered up, napped for an hour, woke up to my partner feeding me little pieces of grilled chicken, napped for another hour, got up and went out to lunch (thank you to Kev for treating me to arepas). By 2 pm I felt like myself again, a tired version of myself, but myself at least. Slapping pavement for 5:20:46 landed me on the couch icing my knees for the afternoon, but I was back to running the next day.


Crossing off goals always feels amazing, especially when it’s something that has been on your goals sheet for the past five years. The Warriors UltraRun was an incredibly fun new territory to dive into and I consider myself incredibly lucky that my first ultra was one based on camaraderie more than competition.