A few months ago while I was out at Badwater, I got a text from my good friend, Beth McCurdy: “Hey girl, I want to talk to you about something, I have an idea. Call me when you get back to Georgia.” At the time, I was out exploring Red Rock, the Grand Canyon, and working at the greatest races of all time in Death Valley (Badwater) so I pushed the text to the back of my mind. I didn’t think of it again until I got home. Funny though, because that little text would ultimately turn into one of the most inspiring experiences of my life…
When I finally settled into my routine again back at home, I got in touch with Beth. “Hey, I’m back. Sorry it took me so long to get in touch with you. What’s up?” I asked. Beth shared what was on her mind: “Would you have any interest in coming with me up to Cleveland, Ohio to crew me at North Coast 24 Hour? I have a goal: I want to run 125 miles. I’d cover all of your travel expenses and everything. I just really think that you’re the person that I need with me up there when I race this.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. Of course I would go. I’d do anything for the woman that turned me into an ultrarunner. But the thought of us together as a team made me a little nervous…You see, Beth and I are wired very much the same when it comes to running: intrinsically motivated, highly competitive, and willing to push through anything and everything. We had the potential to be unstoppable. ...Yeah, this could get a little dangerous...I thought. I knew that there was a very real possibility Beth would push beyond her limits at the race to reach her goal mileage, and I knew there was an equally risky possibility that I would encourage that push. But, as usual, I tossed logic aside and quickly accepted the offer. “I’m so there!”
The weeks went by and the planning began. Beth was perfectly trained for the event, and I knew that she was in shape to race with any of the top contenders. We talked a lot about race strategy, and dug deep into how we needed to interact during the race. In a 24 hour, the runner is racing around a circle for 24 hours and getting the most laps they can rack up without caving mentally or physically. Think NASCAR with feet. It’s insanely hard, and if the crew drops the ball on any mental or physical aspect, they can potentially destroy the race. A good sync between Beth and I would be vital. Being good friends, having done many races and training together, I felt I knew every side of Beth I needed to know to get things right. I knew I couldn’t baby her, but I couldn’t push her too hard either. There was going to be a delicate balance, and keeping it alive was crucial. I knew that Beth would do her job. I just had to do mine.
When race weekend finally arrived, we had everything planned to a tee. Our travel arrangements had us flying out of Georgia and into Ohio early Friday. As soon as we got to the airport, it became very clear that our race roles were already in place. I looked over at Beth and saw her heavy bag draped over her shoulder. I reached for the bag and said, “What are you doing?!! You can’t carry anything! Give me that!”
“Girl. Don’t worry about it!”
“No. I don’t want your back to get all jacked up or something.” I said as I pulled it off of her shoulder.
She couldn’t disagree with my logic, and relinquished control …good sign.. I thought to myself jokingly. From that point on I began to do anything and everything I could for Beth until I eventually earned the nickname: Beth’s B… “B” as in word that rhymes with witch..
I carried her luggage…
I lugged around her groceries…
I let her sit on me…
…and basically just took over her duties of life… But I didn’t mind. Being her “B” was my job.
When we arrived in Cleveland, we grabbed lunch at a trendy downtown restaurant and goofed off the rest of the day. That evening, we finally settled into the hotel for the night. The two of us had a long conversation about how things would play out in the morning. Though she had the goal to run that 125, we agreed that no matter what, we were leaving with at least 120 miles- the minimum amount required to qualify for the 24 Hour World Championship. We would do whatever it took to get her there. As I chatted with Beth, I was constantly noticing how calm and confident she was.
The more time I spent talking with my friend, the more I realized just how much this goal meant to her. She wanted it- well yeah duh she wanted it. But there was something more. Almost like she wanted it so bad that the goal had etched itself into her very being. Honestly, I couldn’t explain it if I tried, but I sensed something great was going on.
This time is going to be different than any other races we’ve done.. I thought.
As the night progressed, our conversation steered away from Beth’s ultrarunning goal and trickled deeper into life. We picked my own brain and talked about my past addictions- something we always do together because of Beth’s past in counseling. We reminisced about our ultra experiences together, and our plans for the future, our families, and how running has changed us. The more we talked, the more I understood the depth of the woman in front of me. Beth is beautiful on the outside, but equally so on the inside. She deserved a perfect day tomorrow, and if our conversations were any indication, she was going to get it no matter what.
Still No Nerves?
On Saturday morning, race day had finally made its debut. Beth and I sat down for our prerace breakfast. I observed her as she calmly munched on a bagel.. again not a worry in the world.
“Geez Beth. You just look so relaxed,” I said. “You know, all weekend you’ve been this way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this chill before a race. You’re oozing with nothin’ but confidence.”
“I know. I really do feel confident this time. I put in my work. Now I just need to finish the job!”
We talked a little bit about what weather we could expect, possibly some rain in the middle of the day, maybe some wind from Lake Erie, but overall it looked like it would be just right. Perfect running weather…
Beth’s friend, Denise from Cleveland, wanted to help out during the weekend. Denise was an angel. Not only was she carting us around Ohio for the race, but she offered to do anything and everything she could think of to help make Beth’s day a success, and to make my crewing easier. Her car was filled with a table, tent, towels, blankets, jackets, food, and medical supplies… She thought of everything! Beth and I kept telling her how awesome she was and how appreciative we were of her help. But Denise just smiled and acted like it was nothing. I loved how cheery, energetic, and selfless Denise was. I was excited that she was going to help me crew, and so was Beth.
When we got to the race, everything was perfect. Though the sky was grey, the weather wasn’t bad; just a little nippy with a slight wind. The course was set directly beside a scenic park on Lake Erie. It was a beautiful setting for a race. I looked over at Beth and of course, she was still cool, calm, collected. She was obviously finding her mental zone before the start. After Denise and I set up the tent, all of us began walking over to the start line together. I asked Beth if she wanted one last pump-up chat.
“No. I’m good. But hey, remember that time when we were on a trail run and I fell and twisted my ankle, and you said a prayer for me?”Beth giggled as she remembered, “Well…can you say another prayer with me before the race?”
I smiled at the memory and told her of course I would. My friends always laugh about the fact that I pray randomly- usually about anything and everything. I’m not a “really religious person” so to speak, but I am a Christ follower, and I like to talk to God. Plus there’s never been a moment in my life where I was sorry I prayed about something! So I put my arm around Beth, and I prayed my typical pre-race prayer asking for a good race, for good judgement, care on my part, and most of all, for safety. I didn’t figure anything would happen to Beth, but I never like leaving those things unsaid.
The race started out exactly like we had hoped. Beth quickly found a good groove and began knocking off the mile loop at just under a 10 minute pace..Not too fast. Just right.. She settled into her pace, and would stop by our tent occasionally for some fuel. We tracked her progress as she went, and just relaxed while she did her thing. Denise and I began to chat to pass the time, and we quickly realized after trading a few comments that we’re both pretty comical and politically incorrect.
..Ha! This is gonna be fun…
Denise and I would laugh and joke around until Beth approached, at which point we’d get down to business and take care of our girl. She was knocking off her miles with ease. A couple of hours went by, and everything was just flowing smoothly …almost too good to be true.
“Dang Denise! What is all of this wind about? This is insane! I’m freezing!!”
The light breeze that had greeted us from Lake Erie earlier in the morning suddenly changed to high powerful winds. Like 50+mph winds! We both got really cold, and bundled up under blankets. At one point, a huge gust came and picked up our tent sending it across the course! Our tent neighbors crewing another runner helped get the tent back in the ground, but man I was unnerved!
..Man! This can’t be good for Beth…
I worried how the gusts were going to affect Beth. But when she came around on the next loop, she was completely fine!
“Nice weather!” she’d say as she passed, “A little windy though!”
….A little windy? Man! Her mental game is totally on… killer beast mode!…
I knew that Beth was downplaying the weather in her mind, so it wouldn’t hurt her mental game. We rolled with it. And when those winds brought in one of the most massive storms I’ve ever seen, we still rolled with it….
Hail from Hell
And then things took a drastic turn. The rain and wind kept on, but the storm grew even stronger. The drops from the sky turned into heavy hail. Massive bolts of lightening streaked across the sky. The race director, John, began encouraging the runners over a megaphone to take shelter under the pavilion.
Ahh geez, this should be interesting…
I knew Beth wouldn’t want to stop because it would throw off her entire groove. I didn’t blame her! I wouldn’t stop either! I sprinted over to the pavilion, and waited for her to pass by. I wanted her to know that I would fully support her decision to run through the hail and lightening if she wanted to. As she approached, the RD John shouted through the megaphone again that runners were encouraged to take caution. Beth ran towards me looking strong and confident. When we locked eyes, I knew there was no way she’d go under that shelter, and she knew there was no way I would ask her to. So I took stride next to her, and shouted over the wind that we could use this to our advantage and gain miles on the competition. She agreed and instinctively picked up the pace. Though I knew I technically wasn’t allowed to pace her in the race, I ran by her side anyway through the painful hail. Hardly anyone else went out into it willingly. The cold stones from the sky were literally pounding our bodies, yet she didn’t drop pace one bit. I couldn’t believe that confidence and drive was still there!
“You’re incredible!” I shouted over to her. But she was in an almost trance-like state, and completely oblivious to anything I was saying.
I admired the way she moved, effortless and beautifully, through the most awful hail storm I had ever seen. When I got back around the loop I asked John if I could keep pacing her throughout the hail storm, or if it would disqualify her. He said it could be grounds for disqualification, so I decided to let her go alone. Yet, it didn’t even matter because when I turned around, she was already gone starting her next loop.
Meanwhile, when I had been running with Beth, Denise was grabbing all of our tons of stuff from off of the soaking wet ground and taking care of all of the background business. Denise really deserves a huge shout out for this! Though she doesn’t let it deter her in any way, Denise has Leukemia and battles lung infections often. Being out in the pouring rain like that was a huge sacrifice to help Beth, and it meant a lot to all of us!
As everyone did there thing, and after I finished running with Beth, I just stood there, helplessly waiting. I knew Beth was extremely uncomfortable. It was freezing cold, she was soaking wet, getting annihilated by gallons of hail, and there was nothing I could do to make her feel better. All I could do was scream, “Keep going!”, and shove a cup of chicken soup down her throat. As the hail poured, I remembered my own experiences running ultras in bad weather.
I just needed to back off for a minute.
This was between her and the run.
Because when you’re running a long race like that, and the universe is literally rallying against you, it doesn’t matter what anyone says or does. Sure people can try to pull you through, but what is boils down to is this: you gotta have one heck of a fight in you to survive it. And as the night would prove…Beth has that fight.
Ray and the Fight of the Night
As night settled in, the high winds and chilly temps continued, and even more rain pummeled the course. Beth was running extremely well despite it all, and fueling properly: chicken soup, spark to drink, and Boost every couple of hours. Besides the awful weather, she had zero issues on her own. She had worked her way up to the very top of the list and was battling even the dudes for an overall win. Just one guy in front of her, and a couple of chicks on the same loop as her.
With a race this close, and two chicks breathing down Beth’s neck, I felt that maybe we needed to reevaluate the possibilities. So I grabbed Beth’s phone and got in touch with the one man I trust most in ultrarunning: Ray Krolewicz. If you read back through this blog, you will find stories of how Ray has helped me through races, and given me stellar running advice. He is pretty much the Yoda of ultrarunning. He knows his stuff, and can back it up. Since Beth also looks to Ray for advice, I knew we needed to bring him in for some race strategy.
Though it was the middle of the night, Ray was eager to help and jumped right in to talk strategy with me. He agreed that he felt she could take an overall win. So he stayed up throughout the night to help me instruct Beth on how to finish out the race. So the night began to look something like this: Beth would be out there running her butt off in the pouring cold windy rain, I’d sprint to her each loop, take care of her, feed her, walk with her for a bit to talk strategy or boost her confidence, then sprint back to the pavilion, cover up under a soaking wet blanket, and shiver through the conversation with Ray.
Honestly, it was the coldest and most miserable I had ever felt in my entire life. I’ve put my body through hell time and time again, and I’ve experienced some really miserable conditions, but crewing out there with Beth…man it just straight up sucked. It really did. And I was completely blown away at just how well she was handling it running in a freakin lulu tank and shorts! Not caving one bit, and fighting with everything in her arsenal, she simply was on a mission and it showed.
Without even knowing how close the race was, Beth brought her 100 miles in under 18 hours and 30 minutes. With a ginormous smile on her face, we hugged in celebration of her reaching such a huge moment. I grabbed her some chicken soup and we quickly walked together to a nearby bench, and for the first time all day, she briefly collapsed in exhaustion.
I squatted down to eye level, and looked her square in the eyes, “You’re smokin’ this thing. I’ve never seen you run this good in my life. Ever. I’m completely in awe.”
“I haven’t stopped once..” she said.
“I know you haven’t. You’re doing amazing. You need to get back out there though. You’ve got competition breathing down your neck. And you’re within 3 miles of the overall male. You can win this thing if you play it right.”
“How far back is the other runner?”
“She’s close. Real close.”
“No Ash. I want miles. How many miles is she?”
And with that I started to fumble.
…Crap I shouldn’t have brought it up so soon…
I knew it was too soon in the game to start racing really heavily, but it was too late. She asked, and we made a pact beforehand that I would play by her rules. She wanted miles, she got miles…
“Same mile as you. But you can’t race yet. You gotta stay smart and just keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”
“I can’t work this hard to lose. I’m ready to start again.” she said, as I grabbed her arm and lifted her up.
She took off running, and for the next few hours, Beth battled it out hard. The male lost his lead, and it was strictly between the chicks. With Beth’s training, we knew she could pull off a final kick, and possibly take home an overall win. But as fate would have it, there was more than just awful weather in it for her that night.
The Night is Darkest Before Dawn
The competition kept Beth alive for several loops. But somewhere after 110 miles, one of the biggest race monsters – other than ridiculously severe weather- attacked Beth:
“I just threw up a ton on that past lap. I feel really really bad. I am so extremely nauseous.” Beth said as she approached me at the aid station.
“Okay I’m getting the ginger ale and crackers. Keep walking I’ll run up to meet you,” I yelled as I sprinted back to our stuff, and ran back to meet her.
“Just take small bites and sips. You’ll shake this. It will go away.” I said, not totally convinced but with my best poker face. Beth did as instructed, then continued on to the next loop.
Our next encounter wasn’t any better. “I’m so bad. I am dry heaving.” Beth said, but still she had no interest in stopping.
All I could do was force her to munch on crackers and ginger ale. We still had three hours left in the race. She had to have fuel in her body to continue. She had to….
Every loop became a quest at that point. She’d run around to me, I would try to force food, she wouldn’t take it, and she’d keep shuffling onward.
“You have to eat-Have to!!” I’d shout as she’d pass, running next to her with various options to eat.
“I can’t. I’m too sick.”
A couple more loops of that and Beth began to feel like there was no end in sight. The women’s race was still close, though, and she knew it. She wanted to keep pushing despite being completely 100 percent empty.
With two hours left, Beth stopped for a moment. She grabbed my arm to stabilize, and squatted down to stretch in pain, “Ahhh!” she cried out, “I didn’t know it was going to hurt this bad.”
“No. You knew it would hurt this bad Beth,” I said sternly, knowing good and well I couldn’t baby her no matter how bad my human instinct wanted to just wrap her up, hug her, and cry with her. “This is what you trained for. This is what sets you apart from everyone else. You feel this pain and you push harder. So finish this out. Push harder!! You can still win this thing!”
She got up and continued moving the very best she could, relentlessly forcing every agonizing step in the cold windy rain, with well over 100 miles on her feet.
Gutting it Out
I watched my friend push on, yet again, through every bit of adversity that came her way, and celebrated as she reached 120 miles. As she kept running after that, it became very apparent that this race- all of it- came from somewhere deep. It didn’t come from the shoes on her feet. It didn’t come from the music in her headphones. Shoot, it didn’t even come from the months of strict training she put in. This race- it was literally etched onto her heart. I don’t know how it got there, but it was there, and working as an unstoppable force.
All right, so maybe I kinda started to tear up when I realized this….I couldn’t help but remember my own ultra journeys and everything that they meant to me. Her race was beautiful. Her undying effort was incredible. Witnessing it was simply overwhelming.
The Final Hour
With almost an hour left in the race, I stopped trying to feed Beth. She refused to eat as she was still extremely nauseous. Regardless, the adrenaline and drive she had was enough to keep her moving. Her loops were getting slower and slower of course, as the miles and lack of food whittled down any last bit of life she had in her, but she was still determined. The race against the other women was no longer any concern. It was now just survival.
30 minutes left in the race, I feared that her next hurdle to battle would be hypothermia. With no food in her system, and 120 miles on her legs, her body’s attempt at warming itself was futile.
I looked over at John, the RD standing by, and asked if I could go out and make sure she was safe and help her run it in. He agreed that it was okay, so I hiked up my jeans and took off in a hard sprint to catch Beth as fast as I could. When I got to her, It was clear that my assumptions were right.
Her lips were completely blue.
Her face was pale.
She was shaking uncontrollably.
And she was still running.
…Holy crap…what a fighter…I ripped off my flimsy jacket and threw it over her, and yelled “Let’s finish this!” over the wind.
“I’m so cold.” She muttered, “I don’t think I can run.”
“No Beth. I think you can run.” I said crying, “Watching you run here today…I mean..it’s been the most inspiring thing I’ve ever witnessed. What you did out here today, through all of this.. It’s more than I can understand. I know it came from somewhere deep.. And I’m completely in awe. I’m positive you can keep running. Just keep pushing from that deep place.”
But Beth stopped moving. She bent over and started dry heaving.
…She’s given it all she has this time. That’s it…..I thought.
But it wasn’t it. She stood up straight again, wiped her face, and took off running once more. She brought that loop in faster than she did most of the others during the night!
The Last Stand
I joined her again for what would be our final loop. We walked together silently as the wind and rain beat down on us. She was moving steady and with resolve, ready to finish the race, but it was written all over her body that a mile never felt so hard. Her legs simply couldn’t push any more. Halfway around, I looked down at the clock and realized that we had 10 minutes left in the race.
I looked over at Beth and said, “Hey. Look we have about 10 minutes left. You got over 120 miles! But you got those miles alone. So I’m gonna leave you now to finish this thing out by yourself. Its all you. Okay?”
Too tired to fight, she complied. I sprinted ahead to the finish to grab my camera and tell Denise that our girl was comin’ in to finish her journey. But boy I barely got my things ready before I turned around just in time to see Beth approaching her finish line full force with a huge satisfied grin on her face!
“Oh my gosh, Denise she’s running! GO BETH GO!!!!!”
Denise and I jumped up and down cheering as Beth ran that last bit of mile with absolutely every single thing she had left. She crossed that finish line with tears in her eyes, and fell right into my arms.
122.5 miles…2.5 less than her goal, but 2.5 more than what she needed to qualify for World Championships! Beth finished 2nd place overall, beating all of the men and finishing closely behind one other woman…despite all of Mother Nature in its fury rallying against her.
“YOU DID IT!” I sobbed, still holding her tightly, “I’m so so proud of you!”
I let go of her and wiped my eyes...Holy crap..did that really just happen?
I watched smiling as Beth received her race medal from John, then we ushered her off to the med tent. She was hypothermic, hungry, and nauseous, but completely and 100 percent happy.
“I left it all out there,” she said through quivering lips, and wrapped up in Denise’s arms.
“We know you did girl. We know you did.”
I sat on the med table next to my friend, as everyone took care of her needs and nursed her back to health. I couldn’t move though. I just looked at her for awhile… Dumbfounded.
Almost hypothermic myself, I wrapped up underneath a few blankets, and stuck my head under for a minute to take everything in. I dropped my face into my hands and quietly cried happy tears for the success of Beth’s day. All day, nonstop, there was one crazy thing after another threatening her finish.. and the awful rain, cold, and wind was a constant. Her not being able to eat for hours in the end and still finishing? Man! It was just a lot to absorb. Every possible thing that could have gone wrong, went wrong, and she still crushed the course!
…She literally did give that every single thing that she had..
I was definitely enthralled with Beth’s physical tenacity, but my heart was warmed even more by her spirit. I completely understood how and why she pushed as hard as she did. I respected that it came from inside. I remembered the feeling, and I loved the moment. It reminded me of why I love to run these things so much. …guess that’s why I was crying like such a freakin’ baby..
You know, all day Beth fought–
The wind tried to knock her over.
The rain tried to freeze her.
The hail tried to break her.
The miles tried to wreck her.
Her own body tried to stop her.
But the simplicity and beauty of it all, is that her heart —
— her heart held on until the end.
…And that’s what running is all about.
Congratulations to my amazing friend, Beth McCurdy. I will always cherish that day, and the bond we created out on that course. There is no doubt in my mind that had you not battled all of that weather, you would have finished far beyond your initial goal. Thank you for starting my ultra journey years ago, and for letting me be a continuing part of yours. I’ll never forget this..
So whad’ya think? Ever experienced an incredible race like this? Did Beth’s journey inspire you? Leave your thoughts and comments below, and thanks for reading! ~Ashley
87 Replies to “The Heart of a Runner”
Thank-you for a truly awe-inspiring from the heart story! I have ran multiple 50km. and up to 80 km. mountain ultra’s and I can relate to so many things you mentioned! I have no desire (at this point) to race over 80 km. I give you both the much deserved respect, support and cheering! Thank you for allowing me to relate to someone else! (I do not talk much about my running or experiences, they are very private to me!) This truly spoke to my heart which is a ultra-runner heart! Congratulations on your amazing races, training and being such a wonderful spokesperson for this sport! God bless and keep healthy, strong, running beautiful and looking amazing!
Hi Keri! Thanks so much for taking the time to comment. You know what’s funny, I also rarely speak about my ultra experiences- but I do like to write about them! 😀 thanks again for your kind words, and happy (ultra)running!
Great story and what a finish! Congrats on the miles – wow I cannot even imagine! Great crewing and support! As I was reading this I felt like I was reading the latest thriller from the book store!
Hey Paul! Haha it felt like the latest thriller. Beth kept me on the edge of my seat & biting my nails all night! Thanks for the comment. Hope your running is going well still?
Amazing, amazing, amazing post! I definitely have tears streaming down my cheeks.
Thanks Michelle:) I take it you love running too??? Haha 🙂
It’s a little problematic at times. Sigh…
Man, me too!!! I’ve been doing a lot of hiking lately, really enjoying the change of pace!
Beautiful journey. You guys kicked a$$ out there! Amazing job Beth and great job crewing Ash. I know who to call when I need crew….the Ash/Beth dynamic duo!!!
Thanks so much! Beth did all of the work, but we definitely were a good match!
Don’t know why it showed up as anonymous… It’s me Dangemon!
Dangemon whatchu doin’ round these parts posin as anonymous? You lookin get yo face cut!?
AWWWW!!! You got a few tears out of me
You are lying I don’t believe you?!?!? Or it’s the taper…. #condescendingSidekick!!!
your right..its the taper..
Beth is a tremendous source of inspiration in my own life. Thank you for sharing this!
I believe it. Thanks for commenting!!
Two thumbs up ARW!
Totally freaking inspiring. Loved every word. Thank you for sharing an amazing experience!!!
Thanks for the comment Marissa! Glad you enjoyed it:)
Ashley, this was amazing and you were amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better crew to help me accomplish my goal. And, as usual, your talent in writing portrayed exactly what it was like out there. Love you!!!!
Awww thanks girl! Will go down in my brain as most inspiring ultra moment to date! Youre awesome!!!So proud!!!!
Ash…yeesh thank goodness I am at home in the comfort of my office because I am boo hooing to death for the BOTH of you! Beth McCurdy, as always…i admire you, I love you and you render me speechless! Ashley an incredible article – you are very talented and so glad it was you out there with my girl! Hugs ya’ll! See you on the pavement! Dena
Dena I told Beth about all of your comments during the race. You were so supportive! I told her I could tell you’re a really true friend. Thanks for reading and commenting:) hope to see you soon!
I’m speechless. Your write-up even made this tough guy want to cry. I’m proud of both of you! Thanks for helping Beth!
Aww Jason! You’re way too tough to cry!!!!:)
Oh Ash you brought it all back to me and tears to my eyes. I’m so glad I got to be a tiny part of the journey and I got to meet two incredible, amazing women.
DaDiva!!! You played such a huge role in the success of Beth’s race. You are by far the most selfless individual I have ever met. So thankful to know you! Come visit us Georgia gals!
Watching from a computer 500 miles away, watching laps unwind, monitoring pace, looking at weather maps, I was amazed at this effort. This was really a team effort as well, Team BETHASHLEYDENISE a humongeous effort. Under the conditions you bguys faced many went home, the team kept Going. Matt and Sue were there alongsode, and a few others as well, all with goals that would not be stopped. The drama in the last hours got so great I could npot watch, so I ran laps of my own, racing the clock so as to not miss a lap. I got to watch. You did everything right, I was glad to be able to confirm that, but the work, the praise, and congratulations go to those who weathered the storm, and produced amazing results! I hear Beth is planning her next effort. It seems she has unfinished business with 24 hours. That is my kind of hero.
Thanks for everything you did Ray, I’ve been meaning to get in touch with you! You’re always going to be my go to “Yoda of Ultras” — Ever since the first one!! Thanks for sharing your wisdom. Yeah I think she’ll go back. I told her I thought she should too. She has way more in her on a hail-free day:)
Beth your one amazing woman! Some day we will meet and I am pretty sure that will be a day that I never forget congrats! Ashly you are incredible!! Love following all your adventures!
Jacqueline, thanks for your comment and for following along! Beth definitely needs to be on the “need to meet” list! Ha!
What a run and a great write up. Congrats! 120 miles is huuuuuge!
Thanks for the comment Ed! Yes way huge!!!!:)
Oh my goodness, I am crying! Beth, you are totally an inspiration. My love for running has just begun and to hear your amazing story motivates me! Ashley, you did a fantastic job keeping me on the edge of my seat. I’m training for my first half in October and this has me pumped up for race day.
Thanks!! & Congrats on starting your distance running journey! I know you will love it. After the half there’s no turning back 😀
wow – great write up. I watched her fly by me time after time and I definitely wasn’t running during the hail (had to keep my canopy from flying away). I succumbed to the cold about 5:30AM. She’s lucky to have a crew like you. Congrats to you both! Hope to see you come back some time – either for the spring or fall 24.
Hi Frank, thanks for the comment! Is the spring race any less cold, rainy and miserable? 😉 Haha! The course was gorgeous other than all of that! Fabulous RD & volunteers!
Wow! A truly amazing story. I’ve been running for 55 years and remember running with the famous ultrarunner Ted Corbitt but I still cant figure out how this is done.
Thanks for your comment!! 55 years of running?? I bet you have lots of awesome stories to tell. Got a blog for me to read? 🙂
This was awesome! Beth is awesome! I cannot believe all that she (and you and Denise) went thru that night and she rocked it! Congratulations to all of you.
Thank you Lisa! And thanks for the comment. I still can’t believe she did it either!
Thanks Ashley! I am one of the runners who you didn’t even know and you gave me a rain poncho when the crazy storm hit. I can’t remember if it was you or Denise who even ran alongside me to help me open it up and get it on all while I was still running! You guys are awesome! I definitely need a rock star crew like you guys!!! Great write up! Good luck in your next personal running adventure!
Hey Lecia! I remember you!! Denise was the sweet lady that provided the ponchos, I just tried to get them on you guys, haha!! Thank you for reading & commenting. Congrats on running through that mess!!
Every time I read one of your posts, I think to myself, “it just doesn’t get more inspiring than this.” And then I read another and it does. Then it happens again, and again. Your incredible ability in running is matched here by your talents in writing and self-awareness. The story brings out so much of who you are, even as you give yourself up to someone else. On that note, congrats to Beth on an incredible accomplishment. What an experience for all three of you, simply amazing.
Aww what a nice comment! Thank you so much for your kind words!! I definitely love to write as much as I do run, and I appreciate the encouraging support from people like you!:)
Thank you for being you, and continuing to write as beautifully as you do. Seriously, every time I read (or re-read) one of your posts it is so clear that this is what is all about. These experiences, these challenges, these triumphs, and everything in between. I am only up to marathon distances, but if I ever make the jump to ultra, I have my inspiration. Heck, I do now anyway- thanks for being so inspiring.
Aw so so sweet!!! Thanks for your kind words!!!!
Ashley. Massive blogasm! This is simply the most brilliant, amazing, and spectacular post I have ever read. Congrats to Beth! But, you really need to win a medal for your beauty, charm, athletic ability, and writing. I can’t wait to see you at your next race! I’ll be there to attempt to crew you half as good as you crewed Beth! When/what is your next race so I can clear my schedule?
Lol wow, RunFan thanks for your enthusiasm! Can you respond to this comment with your name??…because I still don’t know who you are lol.
Ok… We met at an aid station I was working at Moonlight Boogie a few years ago! I can’t believe you don’t remember 😦 I handed you a Dixie cup of Mountain Dew with a big smile on my face. You then said, “Thanks”. From that point on, I’ve followed your blog and running career and I’m always eager to crew, pace, or keep you company on a run. You’re the best and it’s an honor just to be associated with you 😉
Haha thanks man but what is your name? For real. All that I remember from MB50 is puking my guts up, passing out in a car, and talking/walking with Sean all night after he spilled a bucket of ice water on me!!
holy crow. i don’t even have the words for this, but i promise you i have tears in my eyes. such an inspiration. if i could be one tenth as good as y’all, i would be happy. thanks for such a moving recap, ashley!
Aw thanks for reading it! Beth is def on the awesome sauce. I would be happy being a tenth like her too lol
So inspiring!!!! Awesome job, Beth!
Thx for reading & commenting:)
Oh my, I shouldn’t read this at work. Had to hold back them tears. I’m in awe. What an amazing achievement and what an awesome friend you are for sticking with her through it all. I’m not sure this flower-power half-marathoner will ever attempt anything this mad, but if I do, I know who I’d want to crew me… 😉 xoxo
LOL I always love your semi sweet & snarky comments HAHA!!! Thanks girl! I’m down to crew any time you’re ready! Fly me over!;)
I got to watch you all three in action. What a team! My girl friend and I were both in the race. I did not know her name at the time but could tell Beth was locked in from the start! Every time she passed me (which happened alot!) I was amazed by how smooth she ran. It stayed that way until the very last time I saw her. Only then did she look different……Exhusted! What a great job by all of you! Thanks for the wonderful article!
Thanks for commenting! Congrats on your race as well. Crazy tough day!
Ashley! This post is amazing! I love reading about Beth’s experience, but also about the way you and Denise stuck with her and supported her through this whole endeavour. Thank you so much for taking the time to write it out. I shared it with the people who read my blog. Hopefully they’ll find it as inspiring as I did.
Aw Caitlin! Thank you so much that’s really nice of you to share it! I admire your writing ability so that really means a lot to me!
What an Amazing Race with loyal friends who creatively documented the entire experience so well. After reading this I felt I was on the sidelines viewing the competition. Very inspiring for the rest of us.
Hey Craig thanks for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Fantastic story! Great job Beth and what a wonderful crew!! I was out there as well – runner #66 – Team Cares (CAH). I don’t recall elbowing anyone out there, Hope i wasn’t the “Douche”!!!! My race recap: http://chadlapp.blogspot.com/
Thanks Chad! I’m going to check out your blog! Haha no if you were the dude elbowing people you would know it. This guy was going crazy out there!
This is beautiful…it really is all mental…ALL heart! I will take this story with me and draw strength from it when I run my marathon in 4 weeks 🙂 Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you so much girl!! Good luck in your race! Which one are you doing next month?
I’ll be running the Marine Corps Marathon…ran it last yr and decided to give it another go this yr! Should be a lot of fun!!
I absolutely loved this story! I saw the post Beth linked on FB and so glad I took the time to read it. What an incredible experience you shared together, then shared with us. It’s so motivating and encouraging to read about others accomplishing their goals and conquering greatness! Wonderful writing to portray the experience, thanks. Now… if only I can find as awesome of a crew for my first 100 in a few months!
Thanks so much! I’m happy you enjoyed it! Which 100 are you doing? Hope you’re enjoying training!
I just read your story, and we sound like the same hardheaded, relentless goal conquering woman! I’m registered for the Iron Horse (FL) I just posted about it on my own blog if you want to read about the inspiration, or read about how we are both mom’s on a mission! loseyourweak.blogspot.com. Hope to meet you some day on a run (as you circle around me!). Love you blog, I’ll keep following you!
Oh awesome!! I’m going to check out your blog! Love connecting with like minded females!
Wow. I absolutely loved this story *so* much! What an inspiration the three of you are! I have been following Beth’s running for years, and I think she is one of the most talented, determined and kindest runners I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. 122 miles!!??!! Unbelievable. Ashley, I have been a fan of yours for a while too. You may remember me, we have met at a few races like H2T and Stroll in the Park 12 hr. My daughter is named Brooklynn as well. I stumbled upon your blog after hearing a few ultra runners talk about it at local races. After reading your posts, I realized we have a lot more in common then just the name of our blonde-headed daughters 🙂 It’s so refreshing to see someone else write about their passion for running the same way I feel about it, because I often get “bashed” or “misinterpreted” for my running as well. I am currently training and signed up for my first 100 miler and I believe it’s the same 100 you did for your first time too…a little race on the Bartram trail? 🙂 Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for being you and for being such an inspiration to me and so many other people. Us running moms have to stick together 🙂
Megan I do remember you and it is so nice to hear from you! Yes Bartram 100s was my first 100 miler. It’s a great course, wonderful volunteers–you will love it! Thanks for your kind words, let me know how your race goes!
So inspiring! it is amazing what our minds can convince our bodies to do! Thank you for sharing hers and your incredible adventure.
I agree! 🙂 Thanks for reading & commenting Michael!
Ashley – Small world. I’m a late comer to your blog after hearing you on Trail runner Nation (great podcast BTW). So, I go to your blog, and there you are getting very personal with Beth, whom I’ve known for years – she comes over to Birmingham every year to do one of our pace groups for the Mercedes Marathon and I am the Pace Team Director. Then you go and mention Ray K. who I used to run Ultras with before Ultras were popular at all (early 80’s). He was always one of my favorite people. He would come down to do our Birmingham Track Club 50 Miler every year and we did a couple of 24 Hr runs together in Tenn & Ga and several Strolling Jim’s. Anyway, thank you for your post on Beth’s run. It is amazing how strong she is. She is very lucky to have a friend like you – every runner’s dream. Plus, you are an excellent writer. I will be a regular reader from now on.
Haha wow!!! What a small world!!!! Thank you so much for reading and following. I am shocked that I have never met you! I don’t race a lot locally, but I used to a couple years ago… What type of races do you do now? Still ultras?
I’m getting on in years (65) but still pretend I’m younger and do trail marathons and ultras but I time myself with a sundial these days. If you’re having trouble sleeping, maybe you can take a look at my blog http://runningwithal.blogspot.com Hope to run into you one day. Maybe you come over to Bham with Beth and do the Mercedes marathon in February.
Haha I will definitely check out your blog!! Thanks for sharing! Would love to meet you!!! Bet you’ve got some good stories to share:):)
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What a great story and so well written. Beth sent link to me to show me how crazy she ‘used to be’. I Started running in her group a few months back and have known her from running store for awhile. So much respect for both of you and hopefully someday I will get close to those miles.