04/15/2025
09:00, Montreat, NC.
It was a cold in the shadow of the mountain. 187 runners twitched and shuffled, adjusting gear, doing little neck and finger stretches to manage the last minute nerves. Excitement builds as the race director calls out “1 minute to go!”. Then it’s “5,4,3,2,1”, the banjo plays, and we’re off. It’s a steep climb out of town and I’m trying not to go too hard.
The first 14k is series of tough climbs and short descents, gaining around 1240m. I’m trying to keep it right on the line; right in that zone of uncertainty where I don’t know if I can maintain the effort. Struggling a bit with the altitude as we summit Greybeard Mountain at 1635m. I grab the punch, mark my bib, and head back down.
Just below the rocky peak is a grove of small trees, the branches still covered with a layer of fluffy ice that falls like cherry blossom with each little gust of wind. As I pass other runners still going up, everyone is laughing and smiling, enjoying the snow.
Then it’s on, the last 8.5k drops 1240m over extremely technical, narrow rocky, rooty single track with endless twists and switchbacks. It’s absolutely savage and completely brilliant.
“If you don’t fall, you’re not going hard enough” I say to myself.
Flying down leafy sections, slalom skiing over rocks, twisting between trees and rhododendron bushes, scrambling and leaping down little rock faces.
It’s a long hard descent. The growls started after about 20mins as I crashed round switchbacks. Then a few wild roars, battle cries, venting fear and effort, as the trail flattened out a bit, willing my myself to keep pushing hard. Emerging onto tarmac for the last 1k push to the finish, giving it everything, hoping to pick off a few more runners in the final stretch, but the road is empty, and its nothing but the breeze all the way to the line.
Massive thanks to for putting on such an awesome event, and to all the volunteers who put in so much work to clear the trails after hurricane Helene.
6th MV40, 25th overall