Holy s*** that was intense! Honestly I’m completely at a loss for words, that was by far the most intense race I have ever run. I should preface this by saying I’m not a hardcore trail runner, I’m mediocre at best, this was my first time in the big leagues.
Despite all of the heartache, the views were out of this world.
Edit: If you don’t know what the Frozen Snot is, it is the toughest race, mile for mile in the WORLD. Source and image: Frozen Snot
Race prep included several layers to deal with the cold. Layers that could be easily shed to help cool down. Several gloves, three pairs of socks, two buffs, goggles (which fogged up and became useless), hydration pack, shoes, Kahtoola microspikes, race fuel… and my sanity.
The race starts off with an easy 1 mile run along a nice paved road, a mere tease for things to come.
After warming up with a nice jog, you slip on your spikes and pretty much say goodbye to any thoughts of comfort and ease.
Photo: Dave Seasholtz
The trail takes start with an immediate climb, and just when you think you’ve reached the top- you’re wrong, you enter a boulder field, and surprise, you have to climb again.
The downhill sections in the beginning are “forgiving” and let you come down the mountain with ease. After almost an hour of trail-time you hear the hooting and hollering of the next checkpoint. Throw in another climb to break your spirits, and welcome to the first 2 miles.
The fire was nice and warm, but honestly it’s there for the volunteers benefit. Dilly-dally for too long and you aren’t doing yourself any favors.
After this point I ran down one of the longest and smoothest downhill sections of the race. At one point I paused because I was convinced I was lost and running the wrong way along the course. After seeing fellow Snotters in the distance, I regained my quest to continue onward.
After a nice downhill it all became a blur. I don’t know if I went up or down the hill, but we kept on trekking. There was a bacon aid station on the way and my good friend Roxanne snapped this picture of me in all my glory afterward. Full of whiskey, and salty bacon, we continued on.
The last hill was by far the worst climb ever. I honestly felt like it was never going to end. I stared at my feet and just kept focusing on my breath and taking one step at a time. One foot in front of the other just moving forward.
Once you get to the top of the hill you have a brief moment of solace. You see the beauty of the mountains and all their glory, and yet at the same time your legs are thrashed. And that’s when you see it, the rocky downhill climb.
And it gets worse. To add insult to injury you have a climb down the backside of the mountain you’ve just climbed, with thrashed legs and some of the worst conditions possible. It’s not pretty. The Kahtoola microspikes were essential in making or breaking your experience. I’m glad I made that purchase, those spikes saved my a** more than a handful of times.
Miraculously, I made it. It wasn’t pretty, but it wasn’t ugly, it was okay. For my first time becoming a Snotter, I feel I did alright. Albeit my finish being mediocre, and the course being pretty dangerous, it was a good time. Unofficial results was finishing one loop in 4:59:15. I’ll see ya in 2020 and I’m looking forward to those souls crushing hills again (almost 4,000 ft of elevation gains), no race will compare for the rest of the year.
Major THANKS to everyone that made this race possible!
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