So I planned it out. Wednesday would have been the better day temp wise (in the 40s) but other obligations got in the way so I went with Thursday. The temp would be in the 20s with a potentially frigid wind gusts as well. An out and back seemed a waste of the effort - surely 31 miles demanded a loop of some sort. I mapped out a bunch of variations, some using the beaches and Wakefield and others venturing more towards the Arcadia/Hope Valley area. Ultimately I decided that running from my house would have involved a lot of dull miles I was already sick of running. To that end I made my decision to park near the Richmond dump and head into Arcadia via the North/South trail. I would follow the N/S all the way through Arcadia and then take roads back to the car in a long meandering loop.
I went with cold compression gear and my running vest. I also carried my 24 oz handheld and refilled it from the two bottles on my vest. This worked well. Food wise I didn't have gels so I just grabbed some granola bars and snickers. I threw an extra pair of gloves in the pack as well as some socks, into which I stuff my phone. I hoped it would keep the phone warm enough to avoid shutting down (nope).
As I got out of my car heavy snow flurries began which were quite magical. It quickly covered the trail and was a nice intro to the run. By the time I crossed under Route 95 and entered Arcadia proper the flurries had ended and the trail was nearly snow free. The 13 miles of the North/South trail went quickly and the woods helped keep the wind at bay. I wasn't cold and I enjoyed connecting the North and South sections of Arcadia in one long stretch. Indeed an impressive course could have been made just amongst the Arcadia trails but I had decided that trying to run all 31 miles on trails would have been too exhausting and time consuming.
Finally I reached Hazard Road and the end of my trails. I had intended to take the Shetucket Turnpike, which looked like an unmaintained stretch of dirt road/trail that eventually gave way to old pavement. But I went left instead right and ended up heading down Escoheag Hill Road. I knew I missed it but at that point I just went with it and made my way towards Beach Pond. I wanted to use the map on my phone but as soon as I pulled it out of my pack it died. I wasn't familiar with this area but I could see the pond in the distance and a combination of roads and trails got me to Route 165 soon enough.
|I took this picture after finishing the trail section. Just|
as well as the phone died from the cold soon after.
Now I had to look forward to a long stretch of busy road. In retrospect if I did more planning and had more familiarity with the area I would have chosen a different route. The next seven miles were comprised of two main roads, Routes 165 and 138. At the time it was an easy way to add miles and avoid getting lost. However the roads were very exposed to the wind which began to increase in gusts. This was especially true as I passed Beach Pond. I was running against the wind on Route 165 and my hands were beginning to chill. I knew of some side roads that would have gotten me to 138 sooner but I didn't want to "cut the course" as I already wasn't even sure if my route was going to hit 31 mile, an admittedly arbitrary goal.
After seemingly forever I reached Route 138 and soon made a detour into the woods to reassess. I ate the last of my snickers as they were beginning to harden up and were tough to chew as it was. The nipple on my water bottle was frozen so from this point I had to unscrew it to get a drink. I donned my second pair of gloves and got back on the road as standing still wasn't doing me any favors. One good thing was that with my compression top I hadn't had any of the chaffing issues on my neck/chest that I've previously experienced with the vest. And being able to carry so much in my little pack turned out to be crucial.
I was 20 miles in and beginning to tire. Luckily much of Route 138 was downhill. I pushed the pace as best I could in order to generate some body heat. This seemed to work and I was able to keep the chill at bay. Finally after four miles of slogging down 138 I turned off onto the dirt Grassy Pond Road. Here I encountered a hill that made me walk briefly for the first time. After that I came upon a long flat stretch of dirt road along farmland which was welcome. The dirt road gave way to pavement and I continued to shuffle my way down the country roads, not entirely sure where I was but with a general sense that it would lead me back to Hope Valley.
And so it did. I shambled into "downtown" Hope Valley with 29 miles under my belt. Had I arrived with less I would not have cared a whit about hitting 31 for the day. The last two were unpleasant and the urge to walk was too great to resist, especially on the very last mile which found me utterly spent. But of course I had to run past my car to ensure that my watch ticked off 31 miles for the day.
Overall a great success. I managed a decent pace for much of the run which is very encouraging. The first half of the run through Arcadia was obviously much more enjoyable. I grow less and less fond of running on roads especially when I have to deal with wind and cold. If/when I do something like this again, it'll be comprised of much more trail. The following day my knees hurt dreadfully going down stairs but the day after that the pain was completely gone. Very pleased with my recovery from this jaunt and looking forward to 2017!
|A good day. Don't let the time fool you - it was about 5 hours and change|