About two years ago I discovered this 130 year old railroad tunnel in southwest Wisconsin. It was really cool and on a nice rail trail. Now this trail isn't gnar, or hardcore. There weren't rocks or roots or mountain views. It was, to say it simply, nice. Overwhelmingly, incredibly, and unapologetically nice. I became overwhelmed with the need to put on a race on this trail so people would go through this tunnel. That's really the first straw.
Somewhere around this time I started considering doing this with Adam. We had talked about shorter races and a Ten Junk Miles race series, but this race was still really in my head. I just couldn't figure it out. We knew we were going to put a race on this trail, we just didn't know how.
Last September I did the Yeti 100 and saw that a out, back and out again format was possible. Then, after exploring up and down the trail, a plan emerged. Now, I realize I was a rookie. So I wanted to start out simply. With a 100 Mile, 100k, 50 mile, 50K, marathon and half marathon all rolled into one. Simple right?
We applied for a permit and insurance. Formed a company (Ten Junk Miles Racing, LLC) and off we went to try to figure out race directing.
For the most part we created this event from scratch, from the ground up. We didn't use anyone's template. There were some things that were important to each of us and for the most part those visions materialized. First: amazing buckle
TJM branded feminine hygiene products at all aid stations
the use of the Stewart Tunnel by all runners
cool swag and last but not least, making a 70 year old tavern on the course (Dot's) a required stop.
(Yes, you have to go downstairs, get a coaster and bring it to the next aid station). We wanted this race to reflect our vision and version of trail running. Music at the aid stations, beer, fireball, great swag (100 milers got a shirt, belt, socks and buff) and a family atmosphere. We bought three kegs of New Glarus Spotted Cow (exclusively sold in Wisconsin) for the finish line. We wanted people to stay and talk and for it to feel like a family reunion.
We wanted a long cutoff for people who struggled at breaking 30 hours. So 36 hours it was. Why not? Why does it have to be so hard? Why not just remove the problem of worrying about cutoffs so people can just enjoy themselves. And they did.
We also really wanted to incorporate the towns along the way. Belleville, Orangeville, Monticello, Monroe, New Glarus and Basco stole our hearts. These pretty cities have a lot to offer and we wanted people to know them, to spend time in them and to spend their money in them. It means so much more to these towns than the big city. The towns showed their gratitude by helping the race in every conceivable way. All of the first responders had our backs. The city broke with tradition and allowed camping in the park. They helped us make this event easier at every opportunity.
Packet pickup overwhelmed me. Seeing those hundred of people made it real. Sure, I had spent some sleepless nights trying to figure out a lot of different aspect of the race. We would suddenly think "what about drop bags?" or "what's our policy on X?" We made it up as we went. When in doubt we asked, "What would a trail runner want" and we tried our best to comply in every way. We worked through the night delivering supplies to aid stations. Friends and family came and helped. Tents popped up out of no where. Dusty Olson came from CO. Dan Slater from Michigan. Friends and family and fans of the show just materialized everywhere and jumped in and helped where it was needed and it all just came together.
What happened on race day is hard to describe. It felt like a wedding. From the time we said go adrenaline was rushing through me. Most of day 1 was spent replenishing supplies. Frantically. Adam and I basically stopped communicating altogether, though our cars did pass flying down those country roads. More water, more ice, more Tailwind, more fruit. It was non-stop madness and driving and delivering and, somehow, it all just worked out fine.
I planned to get some sleep Fri night, but before I knew it Vikash Malik was finishing the 100K, then Jeff Miller, and then before you knoew it Nicholas Budzyn was there and I handed out my first buckle. I couldn't sleep. Hoa Schober was coming. And Jamison. And all my other friends and trail family. I had to be there when they finished. I had to give them their buckle.
Behind the scenes tens of friends of mine were working way to hard to make this happen. Mine and Adam's families, my wife, my sister Lynn, Dustball, and the aid station captains Michelle Hartwig, (Monroe) Nora Bird (Tunnel) Mike Kelsey (Gutzmer) Holly Lindroth (Monticello) Sam Turco and Rachel Ingle (County Road) and Josie Benkers (Orangeville). It was just totally fucking amazing. It all just came together and happened. And then the finishers came, over and over. The tears, the hugs, the smiles. I forgot so many people I know were out there and as they finished my heart grew so large I thought it would explode.
I can say this. Giving out a 100 mile buckle felt so much better than getting one.
So much went wrong that no one will ever know. But what matters most is those smiles. All of my favorite people on my favorite trail seeing trail running the way me and Adam envisioned it.
Special notes: this was the largest collection of participants from the MURCA group (Marine Ultra Runners Club of America). Also, Ultra legend Tom Green finished the 100, which was particularly moving.
Honestly, it is impossible to sum up in word what this race and event meant to me. What it meant to hug all those people and give them awards, so many of them their first, and just an impossible number of them telling us that the Ten Junk Miles podcast was to blame for their finish.
It goes without saying that I was terrified from start to finish. I didn't sleep at all. I was terrified that people would get to the finish line and tell me that they had no idea what we were thinking and that it was boring or not pretty or that they otherwise hated it. My vision and version of trail and ultra running might not be for everyone. Perhaps I was delusional. :).
Nope. That didn't happen at all. It went better than I ever could have expected. We had 88 100 mile finishers, and over 400 total. I cried about 100 times. I can't wait to do it again.
Last September I did the Yeti 100 and saw that a out, back and out again format was possible. Then, after exploring up and down the trail, a plan emerged. Now, I realize I was a rookie. So I wanted to start out simply. With a 100 Mile, 100k, 50 mile, 50K, marathon and half marathon all rolled into one. Simple right?
We applied for a permit and insurance. Formed a company (Ten Junk Miles Racing, LLC) and off we went to try to figure out race directing.
For the most part we created this event from scratch, from the ground up. We didn't use anyone's template. There were some things that were important to each of us and for the most part those visions materialized. First: amazing buckle
TJM branded feminine hygiene products at all aid stations
the use of the Stewart Tunnel by all runners
cool swag and last but not least, making a 70 year old tavern on the course (Dot's) a required stop.
(Yes, you have to go downstairs, get a coaster and bring it to the next aid station). We wanted this race to reflect our vision and version of trail running. Music at the aid stations, beer, fireball, great swag (100 milers got a shirt, belt, socks and buff) and a family atmosphere. We bought three kegs of New Glarus Spotted Cow (exclusively sold in Wisconsin) for the finish line. We wanted people to stay and talk and for it to feel like a family reunion.
We wanted a long cutoff for people who struggled at breaking 30 hours. So 36 hours it was. Why not? Why does it have to be so hard? Why not just remove the problem of worrying about cutoffs so people can just enjoy themselves. And they did.
We also really wanted to incorporate the towns along the way. Belleville, Orangeville, Monticello, Monroe, New Glarus and Basco stole our hearts. These pretty cities have a lot to offer and we wanted people to know them, to spend time in them and to spend their money in them. It means so much more to these towns than the big city. The towns showed their gratitude by helping the race in every conceivable way. All of the first responders had our backs. The city broke with tradition and allowed camping in the park. They helped us make this event easier at every opportunity.
Packet pickup overwhelmed me. Seeing those hundred of people made it real. Sure, I had spent some sleepless nights trying to figure out a lot of different aspect of the race. We would suddenly think "what about drop bags?" or "what's our policy on X?" We made it up as we went. When in doubt we asked, "What would a trail runner want" and we tried our best to comply in every way. We worked through the night delivering supplies to aid stations. Friends and family came and helped. Tents popped up out of no where. Dusty Olson came from CO. Dan Slater from Michigan. Friends and family and fans of the show just materialized everywhere and jumped in and helped where it was needed and it all just came together.
What happened on race day is hard to describe. It felt like a wedding. From the time we said go adrenaline was rushing through me. Most of day 1 was spent replenishing supplies. Frantically. Adam and I basically stopped communicating altogether, though our cars did pass flying down those country roads. More water, more ice, more Tailwind, more fruit. It was non-stop madness and driving and delivering and, somehow, it all just worked out fine.
I planned to get some sleep Fri night, but before I knew it Vikash Malik was finishing the 100K, then Jeff Miller, and then before you knoew it Nicholas Budzyn was there and I handed out my first buckle. I couldn't sleep. Hoa Schober was coming. And Jamison. And all my other friends and trail family. I had to be there when they finished. I had to give them their buckle.
Behind the scenes tens of friends of mine were working way to hard to make this happen. Mine and Adam's families, my wife, my sister Lynn, Dustball, and the aid station captains Michelle Hartwig, (Monroe) Nora Bird (Tunnel) Mike Kelsey (Gutzmer) Holly Lindroth (Monticello) Sam Turco and Rachel Ingle (County Road) and Josie Benkers (Orangeville). It was just totally fucking amazing. It all just came together and happened. And then the finishers came, over and over. The tears, the hugs, the smiles. I forgot so many people I know were out there and as they finished my heart grew so large I thought it would explode.
I can say this. Giving out a 100 mile buckle felt so much better than getting one.
So much went wrong that no one will ever know. But what matters most is those smiles. All of my favorite people on my favorite trail seeing trail running the way me and Adam envisioned it.
Special notes: this was the largest collection of participants from the MURCA group (Marine Ultra Runners Club of America). Also, Ultra legend Tom Green finished the 100, which was particularly moving.
It goes without saying that I was terrified from start to finish. I didn't sleep at all. I was terrified that people would get to the finish line and tell me that they had no idea what we were thinking and that it was boring or not pretty or that they otherwise hated it. My vision and version of trail and ultra running might not be for everyone. Perhaps I was delusional. :).
Nope. That didn't happen at all. It went better than I ever could have expected. We had 88 100 mile finishers, and over 400 total. I cried about 100 times. I can't wait to do it again.
You meet a lot of cool people on the trail. One of them is you.
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