We had a little race in the middle of the URINEO..
I hit mile 30 right at the CB. Caffeine & sugar had just kicked in, and I was in the "hey! Only 30 miles" happy fest.
I think I was still on the wooden bridge, or just off, when Slim hollers at me from across the creek. "I'm coming for you"! The throwdown was only. I yelled back some equivalent of "yah, you think so" and I took off. I thought perhaps I could get as far as the Monkey Trails before he caught up.
I get to the Monkey Trails and take them as quickly as the slick conditions will allow. I'm sweating, but Slim is not in sight. I go around Pot Smoker's corner and have that very runnable section. The snow has packed down the more technical rocks, so I am able to move.
I get through Slippery Rock Pavilion, slowing down for little walk breaks, but then breaking into a run, thinking "he can catch me, but I'm going to make him work for it."
I climb up the mud at the Troll Bridge, and then the little switchback trail. At the top, I pause-and see him!!! He's under the bridge! Oh crap. Now he's about 1/10 of a mile behind me? I feel like the gazelle being hunted down by the relentless hunter.
Still, I got the "make him work for it" mentality, and I just go! I run into the Professor.
"Hi Rich, can't talk, Slim's hunting me down".... hug Rich, and keep going.
I'm at Volney Rogers, then crossing the road, crossing the interstate, carfefully going down the steel steps...still no Slim.
As I turn onto Price Road, I hear this ROAR and now there's a PACK of three (or four) runners, at the top of the Steel Steps! I both giggle and say 'oh shit' now I'm caught.
Then I decided, no, I'm not, they'll have to catch me. I run up the small incline hill (and mile 32) at a 9.31 minute mile. I'm pretty much sprinting (as much as I can at mile 32) trying to hit the log cabin before Slim. Lloyd Thomas comes out of nowhere behind, surprising me.
And I do it! I hit the log cabin about twenty feet in front of Slim. Both of us are laughing and breathing pretty hard. Nothing like a hard foot race in the 33rd mile or so of a 50 mile fat ass.
Now we need to hear Slim's side of the story. That was fun!