Back in October, a group of us were at the John Holmes Run in Withlacoochee National Forest, and someone - I don't know who said it first - said something like "The Croom Fools Run will be my first 50k." Then someone else said, "Well, if you're doing it, so will I," and that's how it went. I'm not sure if the conversation occurred while we were there or whether it occurred during the ensuing days on Facebook. Eileen Boyle decided to do the 50k to commemorate her 50th birthday. I like her style. Some people dread those birthdays that end in 0's. I agree with Eileen, they should be celebrated with great gusto.
The group making the commitment included Sean Kendrick, Robin Patterson, and Eileen, but there may have been others. I could not resist jumping in as well. As I often say, running is as much a social experience as a physical one, and I knew I would enjoy sharing the challenge with these friends.
Fast forward six months. First of all, let me say that my philosophy is that if you run long enough, you will have enough adventures to fill a book. I'm not sure if anyone would want to read it, but you get the idea. Some adventures are intentional; some are not. I knew the Croom Fools Run 50k, my first 50k, would be an adventure, but the day held many surprises.
Saturday's Croom Fool's Run 50k was to be my first foray into ultra running. Now that it is behind me, I can say that I am not becoming an ultra runner in the sense that I won't be doing mostly ultras, but I know I will do more; however, I won't be running another in the near future. No, next year's Fool's Run may be my next ultra. If you'd asked me Saturday afternoon after the race, I would have likely said, "No, once is enough," but I looked at the race from a different perspective 24 hours later, and by that point I was pretty sure I'd be back, if only to stay on course and see what time I could do without putting in an extra mile or so. Oh, and then there was that other five minute delay. Well, let me start at the beginning.
Friday, April 8th, the day before the race, I started preparations early in the day. I planned my ice chest contents, bagged ice cubes, so my ice maker could be making more, washed my race day attire, stretched, mixed my post race beverage of chocolate milk and coffee, and then spent the customary thirty minutes playing around with my shoes and insoles.



























