Race Report
by
Team Gloucester,
http://www.teamgloucester.com/archives/2004/muddy_moose_04.htm
Well, the Muddy Moose is a keeper. Despite Ciolino's urgings to leave
early, and everyone else's determination to ignore them, we arrived
in Wolfeboro with plenty of time to shiver in the gym, analyze the course
map, and drool over the ever-increasing stack of homemade baked goods
in the corner.
The race went off at precisely 10:01 (a minute later than race director
Fergus Cullen would have liked). It started on a packed dirt
road and looked pretty tame, to be honest; we might have been a bit
nervous, if not for the assurances of veterans that the course was,
in fact, muddy. Team Gloucester was quickly separated,
with Matt Curran out to race and Steve Whittey starting in his usual
speedy fashion. We were running through the trails thinking our
shoes weren't even wet yet when Whumph! We hit the mud in a big way.
Some pranced around the edges in a futile attempt to stay clean and
pretty, while others charged right through. Charging through
seemed the way to go, except for the times when it wasn't-- such as
when Jenn Brooks Lassen, frustrated with the tippy-toe crowd, went for
broke only to find herself waist-deep in muck.
After a couple of miles of slathering through several flavors of mud,
the course was looking like it could get pretty darn tiring, so much
so that the dirt road was almost a welcome sight. Team Gloucester
regrouped a bit here, with Bob Gillis running with Brooks for a ways
before pulling ahead, and Rick Ciolino right behind. Whittey
was still out running with the gazelles, and Curran was alternating
leads with Dave Dunham.
After the dirt road came the escarpment trail, a nice single track climb
with a name that put a sparkle in everyone's eyes. Up the cliff, along
the ridge, and back to atv/snowmobile trails, with one screaming downhill
and a long gradual uphill before the Beaver Dam loop. Not a lot
to say about this stretch-- Brooks went by Whittey, who looked strong,
and began to close the gap on Gillis. Gillis might not have been
such an easy target had he been wearing a Team Gloucester shirt in place
of his blaze-yellow apparel.
The Beaver Dam loop was a truly fun addition to the course. Not
because of the shoe-suckingly deep and utterly unavoidable mud pits,
or because of the short but steep climbs and descents, but because the
fact that you could run it in either direction confused the heck out
of people. Curran and Dunham, still together, were coming out
of the loop shortly before Brooks and Gillis were heading in.
Brooks went the opposite direction of most and was able to sneak by
Gillis (who admittedly lost some time looking bewildered while he tried
to figure out why people he'd passed were now running towards him).
Ciolino gained some ground on Whittey, but Whittey was able to
hold his own.
Brooks came out of the loop just ahead of Tom Parker from Nashua, who
would continue to sit right behind her for the next several miles of
trail. Gillis was next, then Whittey, Ciolino, and Dave Geary.
Curran was now well ahead of the pack and out of sight.
The last few miles of the course were brutal: first a long stretch of
dirt road, which every trail runner knows gets monotonous late in a
race, followed by a long stretch of by now well-churned slop-- both
Brooks and Ciolino avoided spectacular falls on this stretch by the
narrowest of margins. While there were no major falls here or on the
steep escarpment trail, where one would expect a spill or two, Brooks
was felled in a dry-stretch by a vicious 1/2" twig. After
the mile-ish long mud pit came a stretch of (are you ready for this?)
paved uphill before the finish. Running through mud is okay.
Running uphill on a road is even okay. But there is simply
no dignity in trying to run uphill on asphalt when one's shoes are filled
with approximately 6.7 lbs of mud each.
However, finishes tend to be exciting with Team Gloucester, and despite
the final quagmire this year was no exception. Curran was the
top Gloucester runner, coming in eighth overall in 1:43:45. (Dunham
finished two spots ahead in 1:40:27; the race was won by Kevin Tilton,
of Conway, NH, in 1:30:20). Brooks was passed by Parker on the
final uphill, but a surge over the last 100 meters put her once again
in front, finishing first woman and fifteenth overall in 1:51:07. Parker
was sixteenth in 1:51:13. A bespattered Gillis was the next Team
Gloucester runner, coming in twenty-third in 1:54:46.
Whittey was the next to appear on the horizon, with Ciolino sprinting
hot on his heels. "Like a tiger chasing a wildebeest,"
remarked Gillis. Ciolino pulled ahead with twenty-five meters
to go, but then relaxed--only to have Whittey find another gear and
out-lean him at the finish. Both ran 1:57:40, with Whittey twenty-eighth
overall and Ciolino twenty-ninth. "The fun is in the competition,
" said Ciolino, "It doesn't matter who actually winds up first."
I think we all know how much truth lies in that statement,
After Ciolino came
through we stopped to look around; we were a bit concerned when we couldn't
find Curran, until we remembered the aforementioned pile of cookies,
brownies, and muffins to be had at the gym. Sure enough there
he was, looking jubilantly happy with his stack of sweets. We
put on sweats, grabbed some grub, went to the finish, put on more layers,
and finally began to wonder if Geary had: 1) tripped and fallen, 2)
gotten lost, or 3) been toppled by an angry moose. He finally
came through in 2:25:55, after making a wrong turn and adding on an
additional two miles of trail. He's claiming it was accidental,
but we all know about Geary's propensity for secret training.
One has to wonder.
After that it was
time to clean off (clean being a relative term), find some food, (which
a dehydrated Brooks valiantly managed to keep down, despite looking
fairly green the entire ride home), and call it a day.
Overall the race was a hit-- it was well organized, the shirts were
great, they put aside food for the 14 milers, and the course had a little
bit of everything. It was definitely worth the trip, and we'll
be back next year.