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Peacock 54: Devon's Back

Well my day started at 0100 after not being able to sleep.  I drank about 6 cups of coffee and gorged on some food.  My wife and kids drove me to the start and we got there at 0500.  After helping set up I payed my $10 entry fee, went to the bathroom, and then the trail briefing.  Don said 20 seconds and I ran to my wife threw her my HURT shirt, turned on my flashlight and headed up the muddy trail at the back of the pack.  It rained and rained and rained.  I was hoping Rob was okay driving to the three way.  He ended up being at the end of Kuaokala road.  Thanks Rob it was great having you around.  On the way I slipped while trying to negotiate on of he many switchbacks on the road.  I slammed hard but bounced right back up, looked around to see if I owed anyone beer and kept moving.  The singletrack was like something I remember from HURT ’02 being on the Nuuanu ridge.  The wind was howling and the rain seemed to be going sideways. 

I felt like I was on a mission and I was.  I came into this race knowing I was going to finish one way or another.  The mud was muddy, the rain poured, and the runner ran.   I saw the front runners coming up long road as I was going down.  The aid station at the bottom was phenomenal thanks Cheryl and everyone else who volunteered.  They scooted me out of there just as fast as I came in.  I went up longroad like a bat out of hell.  I must have reached the top in like 45-50 minutes.  I caught up to Frank and ran with him until the start/finish.  Jah bless my wife.  Her lovely smile was there with some dry shoes with more traction and my long sleeve collared Patagonia shirt.  My Sauconys insoles were sliding all around and bunching up.  So I put on my Montrails with some dry socks and headed out with Frank.  Thanks to PJ and John for being there and giving encouragement.  Also everyone else that was there I know I  forget names but much mahalos.  Of course it was still raining but I got to the top of the switchabcks in 30 minutes.  That was my goal.  We tried to run the road but to no avail ended up skiing on the mud or sloshing through the puddles all the way to the end of the road.  I had to put a shirt on for risk of being hypothermic.  Yes you can become hypothermic in Hawaii. 

The singletrack I tried to move as quickly as possible because it was just plain BAD.  I was negotiating a little downhill section and ended up sliding on my butt all the way down and almost off the mountain.  Needless to say I didn’t try to go as fast as I was on that section anymoreJ  On the crossover I ran and I ran.    I didn’t want to be pulled form the race at 2000.  I was having to much fun.  I saw the front runners here so I knew they were about 2.5 hours ahead of me at that point.  They were going fast.  I got to Long road and put on my headlamp and carried my handheld.  I ran down long road at a leisurely pace knowing that my running on crossover had given me much needed time to cruise the rest of the way to the finish.  It was dark, foggy, and rainy.  Much needed condition to make the tale more interesting.  I got the bottom of long road at 1917, 43 minutes ahead of the cutoff, and drank my ensure and took some bread and chips.  Thanks everyone who pushed me through. 

On the way down I heard Hawaiian chanting and drumming coming from the corn field so as I was leaving I asked if anyone heard it too.  Cheryl said” yeah I hear it keep moving!”  so I did .  Alone again in the dark and weird weather.  I was trying to catch up to Rex for someone to share the night with but never made it.  I saw Mike coming down and he said to keep moving.  I kept pushing my way up long road dodging the many centipedes that wanted to attack me.  I made it to the top and thought, maybe if I wait here for Mike he will run the rest of the way with me.  Then something caught my eye I looked up towards the campground and saw a headlight looking at me.  That freaked me out enough to start to run a little even with my sore groin muscle.  I got the dirt road and just kept moving looking back to see fi the light followed or if mike and his powerful walk would catch up.  Everyone told me just keep moving so I did. I pushed an d pushed . I would sometimes hear weird noise or crashing of little landslides or pigs rustling around or peacocks making their funny sounds.  I would then see people standing on the sides of the road and I would ask them if they need a headlamp and moving closer I could tell they were just trees.  Just trees, no runners.  I was alone and the last one out.  I knew as slow as I was going Mike was not behind me.  I kept looking back though trying to believe he would be there trudging along but no.  Forever alone in the wilderness of thought.  But not forever I made it to the three way intersection and knew that I was going to finish with time to spare I ran some parts but the uphills were painful.  I knew I pushed too hard trying to catch up to Rex. 

I got to the top of the switchbacks and saw the lights of civilization and the finish.  At the top I picked up a Petzl headlamp and carried it down.  I took my time going down.  The rain had sopped but the mud was still there.  It had taken me both times a half hour to get up and this time 45 minutes to get down.  I ran it in and was greeted by a crowd of people. The time was 2319, 41mintues shy of cutoff. We shook hands and then packed up to leave.  Once I stopped moving I became ravenous and hungry.  I called my wife to come and pick me up.  On the way home I ate a pizza and it was good.  I have completed HURT 100K twice and done 3 Triple Trek 50K but that was the hardest thing I have ever done. 54 or 56 miles Peacock was just plain difficult.

I ate 24 Vanilla Bean GU

11 Roctane GU
9 Ensures
Piece of bread
1 banana
16 salt pills
Ibuprofen ?

I never ran out of energy except for my GPS ( 42 miles ) and I have Karl Meltzer to thank for my completion as well for giving me a training plan for the past month.  Also to the Zombies for their advice as well.  Now it is on to HURT 100 in January.   Hope to see you there.


Jah Bless And Give Thanks for the Sunshine,




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Congrats to all who took part in this event no matter what the distance. Just toeing the line and setting out in the conditions was a victory in itself! Much Mahalo to Cheryl, Wah, PJ, John, Rob and all the rest who manned the aid stations, without your support and motivation it would've been harder to continue on. Also much thanks to Gordon, Larry, Marian and the rest for taking us rookies on the 'pre-race tours' of the course during the previous weeks. Oh and John S., think it was muddy enough to say this was an 'official' HURT course!!
Great reviews/comments by Devon, Mike, & Johnny! As Devon mentioned, hypothermia is possible even in Hawai`i...I'll testify to that. Had it once during Hilo2Volcano and was getting there again during the early part of the evening Saturday. Halfway between the three-way intersection and the gateway to Long Road, I was starting to really feel the effects of the rain and wind so I switched over to my long sleeve (that I was saving for the turnaround). That quickly got soaked by the time I got to Long Road! In passing the leaders, everyone was awesome in not only their abilities but the integrity they had in motivating you to keep going and finish! In descending Long Road, I tried running but was too stiff and cold to do so and settled on walking. Fish (pacing Marian) encouraged me to keep going and stay positive.
At the bottom, Cheryl, Rob, Ernest and Heather helped me refuel and got me out without dwelling on thoughts of quitting despite being so cold. Heather was very gracious enough to lend me her jacket..Mahalos! As I went up Long Road, Brenda, Ryan, Johnny, Rex, Devon, and Mike M., echoed each other saying I was doing great. Laura K. called me on my cell and motivated me to keep moving. However after 45 minutes of ascending, I was getting disoriented and feeling lonely. I didn't even recall seeing the 'Two Towers'. Mike M. had mentioned in passing that it was getting pretty hairy at the top with the mist moving in. At the Peacock Flats gate, I couldn't see 5 feet in front of me, even with three lights going! I then decided to just wait for Brenda, Ryan, and Johnny (from the order I saw them in) to come up and finish up with them,figured having the company would be the best thing. Brenda and Ryan came up the road with their lights shining brightly! As we trudged on we were hesitant in where were but were astonished to find that our progress was better than we thought. With about a little over a mile left to the main loop, Rex came flying out of the dark. Stopping to check in with us, he quickly was off and on the move...like he just started running! Amazing!!
We continued moving on through the night, motivated by thoughts of what we were gonna do when we finished. After a few close calls coming down the switchbacks, we exited the fence at the trailhead and engaged in a long congratulatory group hug...we had finished!! Wah met us 200 m from the finish line, offering us congratulatory hugs and sharing in our accomplishment. At the finish, we were cheered by PJ, John, Ernest, and the rest...mahalos for keeping the light on! As we looked up the mountain, we saw Johnny & Devon descending and were excited as we knew they would be down well within the cutoff time! This was the furthest distance the three of us (Brenda, Johnny & I) had ever gone before, making the 100 even more of an event to look forward to!
Mahalos again to the HURT gang for all the support and putting on this event! Everyone was so supportive of each other showing that just finishing events like these is victory in itself!


I will fast forward to the end of Devon's comments and take it from the last aid station down long road on. The farthest I have ever gone was a 40 mile practice run with Rex out on Peacock so by the time I reached the aid station (7pm) I had already gone 40+ miles. The rest of the course distance was new territory for me. And I had to do it in the dark, in the cold, in the rain and mostly by myself. As I was refueling, Rex shows up and got in and out in no time. I soon followed. Only two people were behind me: Devon and Mike M. About two thirds of the way up long road I looked down and saw a headlight. This must have been Devon. Then I looked up and I saw a headlight. I was guessing this was Rex. I was able to catch up with the headlight ahead and it was Rex. I walked with him until we got to Peacock gate, then to the rock pile. Then he pulled away from me. The cross over road was the toughest part for me. It took forever to reach the three way. I could only see a couple of feet in front of me. My main concern was running into pigs. I too saw a couple of centipedes and I did hear rustling in the brush. I saw more rocks along the road that fell from the hillside. Ernest mentioned to me to not hug the hillside too close because of falling rocks but I was using this side as a guide. Fortunately the only time I got a little disoriented was when I made the left turn after the wooden gate before the picnic table. I made three wrong turns but fortunately these turns lead to the very short dirt piles made to maintain the roads. I made it to the table at 10:22p. I had a good 1 1/2 hours to get down the switch back. And right when I past the picnic table, I fell. Not a good sign. I quickly got up and made it down in about 45 minutes. There are a lot of people who helped me achieve this event but the two who helped me the most were Rex and Cheryl. Mahalo nui loa!

Karl Meltzer

Way to go Devon! Sounded like a slopfest to say the least! Congrats to all who love the mud!

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