This was my first
time to run the trail run! I HAD A BLAST! It was very organized, the
course was well marked, and the aid stations were AWESOME! (My
favorite was the one with ELVIS!!) It was an extremely exciting
race, and I am really looking forward to beating my time NEXT YEAR!
I was very much impressed with how organized the whole event was.
The out and back was great because I could see just how many people
were ahead of me! I loved the fact that the aid stations had a
variety of goodies to boost my energy...loved the GUMMIE BEARS!
Thanks for such an EXCITING, FUN, CRAZY 12.4 miles!
Great Race and Great Job! I was going for my 50 Miler PR and realized on my second loop my hydration was causing problems and I was not going to get the PR. I got iwentouttoofastidus LOL. Great race! Great markings great dinner, great great great!!
I'd like to caterwaul this rah-port: "Mississlippery Misplaced Monsoons" (but y'all doan hardlee cotton ta no damn short story titles nor term paper tidal pages :-(
Year after year after year I go. I show up... and start... at least walking y'all's Mississlippery Great Race. But this year everything was gorgeous. Ab-sol-glutely sunningly bea-yoo-tee-full! And the weather looked pretty good, too.
Elsewhere my friend Sue Norwood wrote maybe that I might own a copyright, or something, on her term "Mississlippi"... but no. I don't own much of anything. And certainly not even this house dat I'm writin' haul dys in. Maybe the bank owns it? Or probbly the coming property auctioneer? Which (I gotta confess) dys joint really and troubly OUGHTA be put up for sale. Fire sale? No, water sale. This house's a disaster!
Bahcause, doancha see, allah y'all's USUAL MISSISSOUPI MONSOONS this year fell HERE!
Yes, back here in good ole Illy-noise. Home of the Winfrey and the windfall (but only if you first happen to have paid an ex-governor to play for it). Yes, the Land of Lincoln, of Cadillac, and of other soon-to-be-obsolete cars. O yea! Woe yea! All the rain in the cosmos came pouring down this first weekend of March and straight into my basement.
And there's a whole lot of it sitting there still. Just a minute... I need to go down and check the pump.
[Right. Still working.]
So far, only the primordial ooze yet floats. No evolved multi-celled creatures have begun swimming there...
[Where was I? Oh, Sue!]
My friend Sue wrote: "I wore them [gaiters] last weekend at the Mississlippi 50k (hope the Troubadour doesn't have that copyrighted)."
Nah. Actually, the Troubadour thinks Dr. Seuss owns that copyright.
But of course there's at least a trillion things I could say about our beloved Mississloppery race, but I won't. Mostly because I said it already. [Surf thru this very website, for example. ;-]
But, nah. What I would really rather write about is what Sue wrote about, which is "gaiters."
And, no. I don't own any.
So, yeah. That ends my discussion about them right there.
However, I now sullenly do troubly WISH that I did own some (at least one pair, eh?) 'cause then the backs of my heels wouldn't still be hurting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's a lesson (maybe more than one) for any Missus Slippi "newbies": Take notes.
Such notes might one day prove useful when, say, years and years from now as you approach the estimated age of dirt, you could then refer back to those notes and re-read (before you attempt another trail race on dirt) what years and years prior to then you had already written about why exactly it is that short socks alone don't work when you're running on dirt.
Yo. The dirt flies up, settles down, enters into the bax of your sox, and from thence-ever-forward: a) there will be little rocks in your head, as well as your shoes; and b) you will re-experience in your dotage all of this heel misery you first discovered in your youth.
And so now you know, by deductive reasoning, that yours ever troubly never bothered to take notes.
End of Story.
And now? Now for some necessary-for-the-scholarly-among-us *foot*notes:
1 Some participants here are mentioning "the Carl Touchstone" like as if it's just some kind of race. No, it is more than that. It is named for Dr. Carl Touchstone, a very highly regarded orthodontist in these Laurel environs AND a very respectable ultrarunner himself AND my friend.
2 Dr. Touchstone resurrected these Mississloopy ultras from an earlier incarnation that had been staged at Leland, MS. If you do only a tad bit of research on this very website, you can easily discover the story.
3 Carl reinstated the Mississloppy ultras inside this jungle called the DeSoto National Forest--which is, actually, not all that close to Laurel at all. But, hey, it cheerfully always provides the mud [which, by the way, Leland didn't have--'cause that was all run on paved streets and roads]!
4 "Gators"? Or is it "gaiters"? You decide.
5 Hey! That road (Hwy 15) that you turn off of to get onto that paved road (George Boutwell) that leads to the dirt road (201) that goes into the forest? You mean, no one but me ever seems to make a BIG DEAL out of that big white sign posted there? That sign says: "Trapper John's Gator Farm."
( O_O )
6 Whoa! Tell me I ain't thinkin' about THAT SIGN every single time we all cross (or ford) creeks in THAT FOREST. I'm, like, "do ya suppose--just like cows or steers occasionally do--any of Trapper John's domesticated animals might ever escape from the farm?????????????"
7 Oh, and by the way, Carl's very first reincarnation of those old ultras inside this forest happened boom: on THE exact anniversary of my date of birth. So now? Now I'd just like to say something sweet about Wanda, Carl's wonderful wife at the time. Wanda actually brought a BIRTHDAY CAKE to that race. For me!
8 Wanda is still here volunteering at Carl's memorial race [this year at A/S #1]. Just this past Saturday I hugged her and thanked her all over again and told her how, in all of these epochs and through all of these eras after dirt was born, no one else has EVER done me such a kindness at any race since. What a total joy and living wonder our loving Wanda really is!
9 Steve DeReamer is an old buddy of Carl's, and he too is still here volunteering at Carl's memorial. I shake his hand and thank him every time. After Carl's entirely too untimely demise (from cancer), it was Steve who first rose to the challenge of carrying on Carl's races in his memory.
10 Steve (and others) will testify, too, that y'all's referred-to "rope across the creek" happened way more than just once. That dang creek has risen up ANGRY many times in the past and, yes, those volunteers have stretched a rope across it every single time. And twice over the years the rangers came and shut down the 50-miler on account of that angrily uprising creek! Once it rose up to my nostrils, and the other time it was chest high. Both times anybody shorter than me had to pull on that rope and swim or die!
11 "Gators"??? I freakin' guess!!! Both those times I forded that rising creek, I was terrified.
12 "What if one of Trapper John's domesticated farm animals eats me?"
13 Well then, I don't rightly guess I'd be sittin' here now, complaining about basements flooding or heels hurting, huh!
Bottom line - the race was great. The only thing that I would have liked to have been different was the weather, something that was beyond your control. This year was my first time at your race so I cannot comment on the course other than to say that I liked it the way it was. I also enjoyed the first out and back portion. The second out and back of a mile and a half to two miles I didn't like because it was too short. And because it was such a short segment I found it to be a nuisance. Longer loops are, for me, preferable to short loops. Although this was my first trail run, I thought you guys did a great job marking the course. I didn't get lost or have any problems following the markings. The aid stations were also good; the food/drinks that you had were appropriate. Of the multiple aid stations, the second one was best. Overall, it was great race, a great course, and great people. I'm looking forward to next year and, hopefully, cooler weather.
Keep up the good work.
Thank you again for another terrific event. I’m so glad that this is the ultra I “cut my teeth” on and am able to come back to year after year. You and your staff do such an outstanding job. I can’t express my appreciation enough. Have a great year. See you next Spring.
Paul Van Hooydonk
This was my first time at the MS 50. I do like out and back sections just to see who else is running and where I am in relation to the pack. I liked the 3 long loops and the course was very well marked - even the potholes along the course were flagged!
Here are some general comments. I was the back of the pack the whole race - but I did make the cut offs. When I got to Aid Station #1 on my second loop they did not have any more bananas. Aid Station #2 on my 2nd loop they had run out of water. Aid Station #3 on my 2nd loop had no ice. The good news is by my 3rd loop Aid Station #2 had water again and Aid Station #3 had ice. The other thing that was quite disappointing to me was when I finished the only size wind shirts were large and extra large - me a 115 pound woman gets a large. I am unhappy that I did a 50 mile race and I have a wind shirt that is way too big for me to wear.
In general all the volunteers were great - but of course Aid Station #2 was the best hands down. By my 3rd loop I was never so glad as when I saw the sign in the woods that said " You're almost there...seriously". The other signs and Elvis were great too. But on my 3rd loop it was so great to have those two guys yelling for me all the way up the road. The one guy came out and asked what I wanted and relayed that info to the other guy who was ready for me when I got to the table. They were so enthusiastic and encouraging. I think I hugged them both! They were awesome volunteers!!!
Of course when I was finishing and everyone was yelling for me by name, that was a great feeling!
Thank you for a great race.
9. Because Randy and Charles want us to ask “Which
was the Best Aid Station?”