Grindstone 100 started at 6pm, so we arrived a few hours early to check in and get ready. I snuck out for a short run along the course while Brian organized his stuff. Just as I was finishing my run, it started raining...and kept raining. We walked to the starting line in a downpour - I could only imagine that Brian was having flashbacks from UTMB, starting in the evening under pouring rain. As crew, I know I shouldn't complain about the rain (the runners have it much worse off!), but darn, it's hard to stay warm and keep your runner's stuff dry in the rain! (*Shameless Inov8 plug - my Inov8 Race Elite Stormshell kept my upper body warm and dry, and I found that the Inov8 Kit Bag is actually waterproof - so it was a great place to store all of Brian's dry/spare clothes! I just struggled to keep my lower half dry, or to keep things inside the Kit Bag dry when it was open at aid stations.)
(Brian, almost ready to race - with me holding his raincoat)
After the excitement of seeing all the runners, I then had a few hours to kill. I wouldn't see Brian until mile 22 (3+ hours into the race), and it was only about a 45 minute drive. I organized my crewing stuff, read in the car, stopped at the store to get myself food for the overnight, and tried to sleep (but couldn't that early on). I anxiously waited at the mile 22 aid station, flinching at every headlamp that came up the trail sure that it was the front runners and not another crew. The crowd built up, as crews for anyone in the race started to line the trail leading up to the aid station. Finally, about a half hour behind course record pace (due to the rain, I suspect), the lead runner came through.
It was hard to tell who the runners were, through the rain and darkness - I was trying not to blind them with my headlamp. Luckily, Brian's running stride is distinctive even in the dark - he came through in about 5th place but within minutes from the lead runner, as were most of the top 10. However, the look in his eyes was similar to his expression at UTMB - he was not having fun, running in the rain and the dark. He grumbled a bit as we swapped out his stuff...but I sent him on his way with as much positivity as I could.
(Patagonia teammates Brian and Jeff sharing the early miles - photo by Katherine Hawkins)
After seeing Brian, I had to do my best to scurry back to the start/finish area and pick up the other part of Brian's crew - Jason Lantz, who couldn't get there until around 9pm at night. It was a long vehicle shuttle to drive back, pick him up, and then drive to the second aid station at mile 35. I was nervous that we could potentially miss Brian, especially when we took a wrong turn! I was frantic - but luckily Jason also has some Mass-hole road rage, so he didn't think I was a nut as I swore under my breath at the guy ahead of me who stopped to let every driver coming down the road know that they were going the wrong way. Eventually, after tailgating that would make any Boston driver proud, he finally pulled over to allow me to speed to the aid station.
We got there with about 5 minutes to spare before the leader, Jeff Browning, rolled through the aid station looking fresh and easy. Then, we waited and waited for the next runners...and most of the runners coming in looked like they had been through a war! Brian was no exception - he looked beat up, and his spirits were pretty darn low - he grumbled something about 'this is the end of my season' to me as I changed out his water bottles. Jeff had built a 15-minute lead on Brian, who was in about 5th place.
As has become tradition for Brian, he did get partially naked at this aid station - changing out his shorts...but he's becoming smarter about it; he did step away from the lit aid station table before he dropped his shorts. (This lead to a funny conversation after Brian was gone, as Kristina Folcik-Welts said to me 'umm...did Brian really get half naked in the aid station?!?' I had to explain to her that Brian does this often, and has zero shame about it.) Despite how he felt, Brian was swift through aid station, and he got out while a few other runners were still collapsed in chairs.
Jason and I enjoyed hanging out for a bit, cheering on many of the other top runners and lending a hand when we could. The rain had only recently let up, and it was around midnight - a mentally challenging time for most everyone. It was hard for many who were struggling to imagine that they would feel better once the sun came up, or for them to wrap their heads around moving for another 6 hours in anticipation of the sunlight.
After a while, Jason and I headed to the turn-around point at mile 50 to wait for Brian and the other runners. Considering Brian's defeated attitude, I was curious if he would still be going, worried that he would be broken out in hives, and anxious about sending Jason onto the trail with a grumpy Brian. We watched Jeff come and go, covering the last out-and-back (about 1-mile total) and out of sight before the next runners appeared - he had continued to stretch out his lead as everyone else struggled. Jason said to me 'do you think his body knows that it's run 50 miles?'...it certainly didn't look it.
We waited anxiously, and about half an hour behind Jeff, there were headlamps heading down the mountain - and I heard Brian's voice! He was running in 2nd place with Mike Owen and feeling much better. He dropped his gear with instructions as he headed to do the out-and-back...I prepped his gear and Jason got ready to pace Brian. As they left together, Brian was in such a great mood that he told me he loved me and gave me a kiss. Ahhh...what a sweetie!
I hung out for another hour, cheering on the front runners and helping as I could - and then went to drive back to the mile 65 aid station...only the car wouldn't start. I guess I used the battery for too long at the aid station, as I was trying to stay warm and recharge Brian's headlamp. Woops! There was a bit of panic then some chaos as I got another crew to jump start my car - luckily someone else had jumper cables and was able to help me out. It's amazing how idiotic I can be on little sleep!
So, back to the mile 65 aid station - and I had a bit of time to wait, so (with the car running to recharge the battery) I curled up and was able to get about a 20-minute nap. I woke up in time to see Jeff blaze through the aid station - still looking fresh and holding on to a commanding lead. Brian was the next through the aid station, now 35 minutes back but looking strong. He and Jason were quick through the aid station and ready to tick off more miles. Mike (who had been with Brian at the turn-around) was only 5 minutes back and in the hunt to catch Brian - it looked like the 2nd and 3rd place might be a tight battle to the end.
Again, I stayed to help out a few of the next runners, but tried to leave relatively quickly in hopes that I could sleep a bit more. However, the sun came up by the time I reached the mile 80 aid station and I simply stared at the inside of my eye lids for a bit instead. I changed into my running clothing, ready to pace Brian if needed - but hoping that Brian would decide to have Jason continue with him. After VT50, I wasn't feeling great about my fitness, and I was nervous about trying to keep up with Brian if he was feeling good.
Jeff came and went, and I waited. With few runners within an hour of Brian, this aid station was quite lonely, devoid of anyone except Mike's crew. About 40 minutes behind Jeff, Brian powered up the climb and into the mile 80 aid station. He immediately looked at me with sad eyes, and said 'will you run with me?'...I could tell he really needed my spirit. I told Jason to be prepared to jump back in with Brian if he beat me to an aid station - I wasn't confident I could do the entire last 22 miles to the finish at Brian's pace!
We swapped out Brian's gear, and I joined him as we jogged down the trail. I was afraid that Brian had requested me because he wanted to fall apart - and it's much easier to do that in front of someone you're close with rather than someone you typically compete with. Luckily, while his energy was a bit low, he was in relatively good spirits and moving well. Once we were away from the aid station, I updated Brian on what I knew of the race behind him. The last update had Mike only about 5 or 7 minutes behind him, and Adam Wilcox (another New England runner, yay!) was only a few minutes back from that.
(Pacing Brian as he powered through the late miles)
At the top of the climb after pacing about an hour, with no one in sight behind us, Brian got himself worked up. The angry B-dog came out, and he started cranking up the pace. I was struggling to keep up with Brian's frantic pace, as he worked to open up the gap to his chasers. We cruised the downhill and flats into the next aid station at mile 87, with Brian taking advantage of the beautiful trails.
(Enjoying the Grindstone course with Brian)
At the aid station, no one could give us an updated split on Mike and Adam, but Brian had closed a few minutes on Jeff - I reasoned with Brian that it was unlikely that those guys were closing too much on Jeff so he likely wasn't losing ground. He stayed motivated, and hustled up the start of the next climb. Eventually he calmed down and we power hiked up the last big climb of the race - which went on forever. The footing was unsteady with mostly loose rocks covered with moss and I wondered how the runners had bombed down this earlier, when it was wet and (according to everyone's stories) foggy!
We were glad as we reached the top and plummeted down the other side - down a steep gravel road. Brian kept his eyes on the trail, as I looked ahead for the turn - I had been told that it was an easy turn to miss and I was determined to keep Brian on-course. Eventually we turned onto some awesome single track, and Brian kept the intensity up on the flats and trails. As we ran past some folks that were horseback riding, they asked what we were doing - I proudly told them that Brian was running a 100-miles, and he was in 2nd place! They said 'the guy ahead of you wasn't moving as well' - which was likely not true, but it was nice to imagine that it might be true!
We finally came to the mile 96 aid station - and we only had a few miles (maybe just over an hour?) to the finish! Brian was feeling pretty worn down, and was relieved to learn that he was stretching out the gap to 3rd place, and slightly closing the gap to 1st. While we didn't believe he could catch Jeff, it was helpful to know that he could finish respectfully close to 1st place. He took a few minutes out of the aid station to regroup himself, hiking a few smaller climbs as he focused for the last push. With about 1/2 hour to go in the race, I started to recognize the trail that I had run the day before...I told Brian he only had 1/2 hour to go, and he increased the pace. We were tempo running, after he had already run nearly 100 miles (and over 18 hours!). I was impressed, and proudly stretched my stride to keep pace with him.
(Brian and I, hand-in-hand at the finish line)
I am always incredibly proud of Brian - but experiencing his race at Grindstone made me especially proud of him. I had gotten to experience, first hand, the determination and grit that Brian gives to every race he does, as I watched him overcome obstacles and remain strong throughout the race. I also got to see that Brian struggles with the same emotions that we all do during these long epic events, but he does an amazing job of focusing and regrouping when needed - I could learn a lot from my husband; I certainly did that day! Lastly, I got a much-needed confidence boost by running the last 22 miles with him, which was important after my Vermont 50 experience. We both left Grindstone pleased with the experience, and with a renewed passion for trail running and the ultra running community.