Steven's Ultramarathon Blog

My Announcement Upon Finding Out About My Race Acceptance (8 March):

I’m excited to announce I will be participating in the 2019 Spartathlon ultramarathon race in September. Greece, here I come bringing my wife, best friend and experienced crew member Stephanie! I fortunately automatically qualified for one of the coveted USA Team spots based on my fast Badwater 135 finish time this past July. The Spartathlon is a 153 mile race held annually in Greece, between Athens and Sparti, the modern town on the site of ancient Sparta. The race is based on the historical run of Pheidippides in 490 BC, who ran from Athens to Sparta before the Battle of Marathon in a day and a half to seek aid against the Persians. The race begins at the foot of the Acropolis of Athens and ends at the statue of Leonidas I, the Spartan king who died at the Battle of Thermopylae fighting the Persians ten years after Marathon. Finishers receive a laurel wreath and offered a goblet of water from the Evrotas River, much as Olympian winners would have been honored in ancient times from girls dressed in chitons. How cool is that?

I would like to thank Badwater 135 and Spartathlon finisher Rob Youngren for informing me that I would probably automatically qualify for the Spartathlon. Rob said “this will be the closest I would feel like an Olympian without officially being one, and Greeks take running serious.” If not for Rob, I wouldn’t have submitted my application.

To say I’m excited is an understatement. I started my running adventure nine years ago for health reasons and now being able to race against runners from around the world in Greece, the cradle of Western civilization, birthplace of democracy, Western philosophy, literature, and theatre, political science and Supreme Court, scientific and mathematical principles, and the Olympic Games all originating over 2,000 years ago and representing team USA is surreal. I’m a history connoisseur fanatic so running through the ancient cities of Athens, Eleusis, Megara, Corinth, Nemea, Tegea, and Sparta while viewing temple ruins dedicated to Greek gods will be extremely special.

The Spartathlon is promoted as the world's most grueling race averaging only half of starters finishing; however, there is no comparison to what my stepfather-in-law Willard Holmes endured since his ALS diagnosis in April 2018 and until his death in January 2019. Willard continues to be a personal inspiration, had a continuous quest for knowledge, strived for continuous improvement especially for others, constantly promoted education and the arts, love of family, excitement for technological advancements, had an enormous appreciation for world history and philosophy especially Greek including visiting Greece twice, and had always encouraged and followed my running adventures. As a result, I emotionally dedicate my training and race to Willard. Two weeks prior to his passing while in the hospital, I read this write up to him and told him I should get into the race realizing he may not be here for my official race acceptance in March. Even though he couldn’t speak, we both had tears in our eyes and he gave me a thumbs up. May the Greek gods watch over both of us. Yes, this race will be more than just running.

Training Plan:

12 weeks, 552 miles, 48,410' elevation change, ran four times/week, peak running week 64 miles, cross training (swimming and indoor biking once/week), and dry sauna heat training the last few weeks. My last training run was six miles five days before the race. This plan's miles and week duration is considered low. Keeping it simple.

Race Goals: 1st goal to finish; 2nd goal finish ~32 hours.

The Race:

The Spartathlon was held Friday and Saturday, 27-28 September. This year, 377 runners from 47 countries started the race. Runners have 36 hours to cover 153 miles without the assistance from a pacer. There are 75 CheckPoints (CPs) along the course, where runners are disqualified for safety reasons if they fail to meet time cut-offs. Many runners have crews that support them during the race, such as helping them resupply with fuel at the CPs. Crews can stop at 15 of the CPs and provide aid. Stephanie served as my crew member. This race was my 15th 100 mile and greater race. My longest race distance to date was Badwater (July 2018), 135 miles and longest finish time was The Cruel Jewel (May 2018), 31 hrs 14 mins 11 secs. My race strategy was to run the first 30 miles, then initiate a run/walk based on how my body felt while referencing my pacing chart, and adjust when needed. Thank you Bob Hearn, three time Spartathlon finisher, for your shared pacing spreadsheet. I use to be more regimented with my race plans (i.e., detailed spreadsheets) but now I basically run and walk based on how I feel. I carried one hand held 20 ounce liquid flask and running belt for a few supplies. If needed, transition to my running vest when the temperature drops and for carrying extra liquids and warm clothing. Keep gear and supplies as simple as possible and mostly rely on CPs for fuel. I anticipated the Spartathlon being one of my toughest physical challenges to date based on the length, conditions, eight hour time difference (Alabama vs. Greece), and fast CP cut-off times. I always get nervous prior to a race; however, after completing numerous 100 mile races, nervousness has dissipated over time with experience. This race was different. Surprisingly, I was uncharacteristically nervous and communicated this with Stephanie several times. Not only was I nervous from the anticipated physical challenge ahead but this was my most visible race to date. I wasn't just a runner, but also representing Team USA. For me, this was the "The Big Stage".

Travel:

Hotel Oasis Balcony View

Stephanie and I spent Monday evening with my parents and then drove to Atlanta Tuesday morning for our international flight. We had a layover in Toronto's airport, so as we waited for our flight to Athens, I noticed a runner wearing a Team USA Spartathlon shirt. I introduced myself to her, Emily Collins and her crew Dave Oakley and Dave Koch. I didn't realize it at that time but all our paths would cross several times. After arriving in Athens, we preceded to Hotel Oasis located in Glyfada where Teams' USA, Israel, Mexico, and Japan were staying. Our sleep strategy and attempt to adjust to the time difference was stay awake until bed time, ~8pm. After checking into our hotel, we preceded to Hotel Fenix for runner and crew check-in.

Runner and Crew Check-In (Wednesday):

Runner & Crew Check-In

Little did we know while standing in line and directly in front of us was the eventual 2019 Spartathlon winner Tomas Bodis from Hungary. After several minutes of waiting, I checked in and recieved my runner's bid (#220) and other needed information while Stephanie received her crew information.

Ancient Athens Sight Seeing:

After check-in, Stephanie and I immediately headed out for some sight-seeing in ancient Athens. Stephanie did a wonderful job driving in Athens' crazy and stressful traffic. Oh my goodness! If you can drive in Athens, you can drive anywhere in the world.

Erechtheion (421 BC)

Odeon of Herodus Atticus

(161 AD)

Parthenon (490 BC)

Stephanie and I ate most of our meals at our hotel since this was included in our race package. I really enjoyed the meals but most importantly, we were able to meet and get to know other Team USA runners and crews. Runners included Chad Ricklefs, Rolfe Schmidt, Stephen Massey (crew Eve Rebennack), and Amy Mower (crew BJ and Bob Hearn).

Drop Bags (Thursday):

Even though Stephanie was crewing me and would have all of my none-race provided supplies, I planned to drop off two bags, one with nighttime gear and the other with warm clothing. The drop bags could be dropped off Thursday between 11am and 3pm. After the mandatory pre-race meeting, I realized I had completely forgotten to drop off my bags. It was too late. I wasn't too concerned but unfortunately it placed an additional burden on Stephanie requiring her to be at those important CPs.....additional level of stress for her. Earlier, Stephanie and I were eating lunch with Chad and Rolfe, and Chad asked if I had taken care of my drop bags. I responded yes but was thinking about just preparing the bags in the room, not actually dropping the bags off. I believe I was just overwhelmed with the entire race and was absent minded. D'oh!

Team USA Photo and Pre-Race Meeting:

Team USA

At 4:45pm, the team met on the front steps of the Fenix hotel for the team photo. Prior to the photo, Stephanie and I met other runners including certain British team runners and crews. I introduced myself to Zach and Nicole Bitter, both very accomplished runners. Zach recently broke the world record in both 100 mile and 12 hour. He ran 100 miles in 11 hours 19 minutes 13 seconds; 6 minute 48 second pace! Nicole has several top 7th Western States 100 finishes. Having Zach on the team added a level of excitement and possibly our best chance of winning the Spartathlon. Based on their running accomplishments and being elite runners, I thought Zach, Nicole, and Chad Ricklefs had the best chance of winning or top finishes. Just google their names. The British team was very jovial and enjoyed throwing a few harmless jabs at the Team USA, all in good fun. I initially met British crew member Chad Pennington and didn't realize it at the time, he would assist me later in the race. Chad has one successful Spartathlon finish.

Team USA Captain,

Andrei Nana

After our photo, our Team Captain and six time Spartathlon finisher, Andrei Nana, offered a few words of encouragement. Most importantly, he said "DON'T QUIT!" The team then relocated to the mandatory pre-race briefing area for all English speaking runners and crews. The place was packed and standing room only. While Stephanie and I waited for it to begin, we met Team USA runner Marisa Lizak who surprisingly didn't have a crew. The uneventful meeting lasted about 30 minutes. Stephanie and I returned to our hotel, ate dinner, and relaxed.

Pre-Race Meeting (English Speaking Session)

Race Day (Friday):

Race Bib & Willard's Ashes

Unfortunately and for the first time ever, I couldn't fall asleep. I laid in bed for seven hours without sleeping. I believe it was due to the time change and being very anxious about the race. So here I am, about to embark on one of my toughest physical challenges to date without sleeping the night before. It is what it is. After breakfast in our room, Stephanie and I drove to the Acropolis and arrived at 6am. The race starts in front of the Odeon of Herodus Atticus which is at the base of the Acropolis with the Parthenon glowing in the background. Wow, what a setting! I quietly and emotionally spread some of Willard's cremated ashes onto the ancient cobble stone pathway and a small amount on my head. A part of Willard would now be forever located at one of his favorite locations in the world, the Acropolis. As other Team USA runners began to arrive, our final team prerace photograph was taken with crews excitedly watching. For the next few minutes, runner nervously socialized to minimize race jitters. A quick kiss from Stephanie to wish me luck.

Spreading Willard's Ashes

Team USA (Photo by Dave Koch)

Me, Rolfe, Zach & Nicole

Me & Chad

Race Elevation Chart w/Crew CPs

Race Start

Teammate Marisa and I continued to chat, listened to the final announcement and race countdown. Just as the Odeon of Herodus Atticus' silhouette became visible in the morning's twilight, the race started. It's 7am. The narrow cobblestone path restricted most runners from immediately running. Marisa and I walked for a few seconds and that would be the last I would see her until after the race. She was Team USA's 2nd overall finisher and 1st female finisher. So happy for her. While leaving the Acropolis, the runners had an escort out of the city as the sun began to rise. The runners continued running through the city streets of Athens, population 5 million, while receiving numerous cheers from spectators. I always anticipate the unexpected during races. After about three miles, my side had developed a tolerable cramp. I rarely have cramps and never during my training. Fortunately from my experience, I realize issues like this will generally go away over time which this did after a few miles. I deliberately ran past the 1st and 2nd CPs and basically kept the same pace as most of the other runners for the first several miles. I noticed a few Team USA runners in front of me from our matching team singlets. I ran with Team USA runner Alex Anyse for a couple of miles and got to know each other. I began to notice the traffic was getting worse and the cheering was decreasing. As I approached the 3rd CP, I quickly grabbed some food and liquid, and continued. Like all my previous races, I treat CPs like NASCAR pit stops, get in and out as quickly as possible; never sit-down. I attempt to keep races as simple as possible. That is, carry the bare essentials and mostly rely on CP provided fuel. Other than water, I took almost no fuel from Stephanie during the race. Team Greece (Hellas) runner Pahos Spyros called out my name and surprised me. I forgot our names were on our running bibs worn in the front and back. We ran together for a couple of miles and chatted. Pahos is from Athens, spoke English well, and his first Spartathlon. He mentioned he had been to the US once; Biloxi, Mississippi. As we ran down a very busy highway, we noticed the oncoming three lanes of traffic had been stopped for the runners. Pahos made the comment "I'm sure they aren't happy with us". I didn't enjoy the portion of the course running beside the large industrial park and oil refineries. I was looking forward to leaving Athens and getting to the peaceful and quite Greek country side. Surprisingly, the top of my right foot developed a stinging sensation. I realized the band aids I had placed on my foot to prevent blisters were cutting into my skin. This would gradually get worse over time but just like other discomforts, just don't think about it and the pain generally dissipates.

Cheering Students

At several CPs, numerous kids cheered on the runners. The local schools let students out of the classroom to cheer the runners, give high fives, and ask for autographs. I loved it! At one of the CPs, I noticed Team USA runner Dean Karnazes. Dean is the most known and recognizable runner in the race. Dean has been running for years including ultra-marathons. Through running and being a best-selling author, he promotes running, fitness, and a healthy lifestyle and previous Spartathlon finisher. After we both left the CP, we began running together and got to know each other. A super positive and encouraging person. Unfortunately, Dean didn't meet the fast cutoff time at one of the CPs due to a misunderstanding while failing to cross a required timing mat. We communicated a couple of times following the race and discussed the situation and overall race. To learn more about Dean, just Google his name.

Roadside Shrine

As I continued, I noticed numerous Greek roadside shrines along the course. The shrines were typically built to publicly thank Saints for a benefit, not for remembrance of a vehicle tragedy. Some are very old and offer a traveler a moment of rest and prayerful reflection. The course continued and followed the beautiful coast line of the Saronic Gulf on my left. I could see the island of Salamis, just a short distance offshore. I was so excited knowing this is the strait where the Greek city-states and the Persian Empire in 480 BC had a historically world famous naval battle which resulted in a decisive victory for the outnumbered Greeks. I love history!

CP 11, Megara, Mile 26.2:

Quickly Grab Fuel & Exit

This was the first CP crews could meet their runners and provide assistance. I arrived 11:15am (9 minute 43 second/mile pace; 30 minutes prior to the cutoff time) while crossing the timing mat, 84 degrees, full sun and hot. Even though the temperature wasn't that high, the pavement was being heated by the sun which radiated hot temperatures onto the runners. I thought one marathon complete, only five to go. I noticed the timing mat didn't beep to register my sensor as I crossed it; therefore, an added concern. This CP was very crowded yet very exciting. Stephanie and I found each other, she gave me a water flask, and I immediate poured it over my head to cool my body. I had read prior to the race that European Aid Stations (CPs) are different than the US. That is, very few port-a-potties but very consistent with provided fuel (food and liquid). Unfortunately, CP fuel variety was limited. I ate a few bites of food and drank some coke and Isotonic sports drink, and quickly continued on my way. Later, Stephanie informed me that Chad couldn't find his one person crew; he wasn't there. We learned after the race Chad's crew van got a flat tire on the way to the CP.

Team USA runner Patrick Hrabos and I began running together for a few miles. Patrick was the only runner I knew personally prior to Spartathlon and we had run in three previous races. We had communicated a couple of times prior to arriving in Athens. Like other Team USA runners, Patrick is a very accomplished marathoner and ultrarunner. He's fast; 2 hour 48 minute marathoner. It was now becoming very hot on the course; therefore, I frequently used CP supplied water sponges to wet and cool my head, neck, and arms. Unfortunately sometime later, Patrick began having stomach issues, periodically vomiting over four hours, and couldn't keep food nor water in his stomach.

A short time later, a runner called out my name and we introduced ourselves. Bruce Sung Ho Choi was representing Korea and lives in Jacksonville, FL. We ran and chatted for a couple of miles while learning he has three Spartathlon finishes and his wife and daughter are crewing.

I had grabbed several pieces of individually wrapped chocolate at one of the previous CPs. Realizing I wasn't going to eat all of these and it was just extra weight, I decided to discard at the next CP. I noticed a young Greek couple sitting on the back of their car cheering runners. I ran up to the female, looked her in the eyes, and gave her the chocolate. She and her spouse were so excited. She was yelling something in Greek while cheering and clapping her hands including her spouse. I felt like Elvis giving away a highly desirable sweaty scarf during a concert. This time, it was sweaty and melted chocolate.

Crossing Corinth Canal

As I approached Corinth, I noticed the famous Corinth Canal to my left as I proceeded to the next CP. The canal connects the Gulf of Corinth with the Saronic Gulf in the Aegean Sea. It cuts through the narrow Isthmus of Corinth and separates the Peloponnese from the Greek mainland. The digging of the canal was initially proposed and attempted in a failed effort in the 1st century AD but competed in 1883. I love history! I began crossing the canal bridge while spreading the second capsule of Willard's ashes. My hopes are that his ashes will eventually spread to all 2,000 Greek islands. My hopes were to spread the last remaining capsule at King Leonidis' statue when I finish. Finding motivation to continue was easy.

Fueling

CP 22, Ancient Wall, Mile 49.7:

I arrived at 3:30pm (10 minute 15 second/mile pace; one hour prior to the cutoff time), 84 degrees, full sun. Stephanie was patiently waiting alongside the very busy highway.

CP 26, Ancient Corinth, Mile 57.8:

Ancient Corinth w/Akrokorinth

in Background

I was running through the streets of ancient Corinth, I first noticed the Akrokorinth and then saw the ruins for the first time. Corinth was founded in 700 BC, possesses the Temple of Apollo (550 BC) and the Agora, and known from the two letters of Saint Paul in the New Testament and believed to be the establishment of the Church of Corinth. I love history! I arrived at the CP at 5:05pm and saw Stephanie for the third time. The narrow streets were full of cars, runners, crews, spectators, roaming pets, and people eating at outdoor restaurants. Crews and spectators cheered on the runners. A very festive and exciting atmosphere.

Busy CP 26

Free Roaming Greek Dog

Crew Vehicle & Temple of Apollo

Chicken Legs & Temple of Apollo

Monastery

I began realizing only a few of the 75 CPs would offer ice. Stephanie and I later realized ice is not plentiful like it is in the US. As long as I had ice, the heat seemed to be manageable as with the 2018 Badwater 135 ultramarathon when the temperature rose to 127 degrees while sunny. The CPs that did have ice generally just had one bag open and runners were just grabbing ice from the bag and/or a volunteer would just hand you ice with their bare hands. Particulates would be floating in the ice. I didn't care at the time since I was just trying to stay cool. I anticipated getting sick after the race, luckily I never did.

Unfortunately, I began to have my first low point. It's very common to have low points which consists of not feeling good. It helps knowing from experience these low points generally will go away over time. Sometimes an hour or two, or even longer. As I continued towards the next CP, I was passing numerous lush vineyards. Workers where gathering grapes and would drive by in small trucks loaded with crates of grapes. A pleasant sight. Swedish runner, Diana Kampe, Emily, and I would begin leap frogging each other for the next several miles.

CP 29, Zevgolatio, Mile 63.3:

I arrived at 6:15pm. Fairly uneventful. Stephanie's notes included "Steven was hot and tired but ok". A short time later, the temperature began to slowly decrease and it was eagerly welcomed. Diana and I continued to leap frog each other so we finally introduced ourselves to each other. Emily would pass me from time-to-time. During the entire race, her cadence and posture were the same. She never appeared to be tiring. I started running with Team USA runner Balazs Koranyi. I had introduced myself to him Thursday evening. Balazs is a very accomplished runner. He competed in the 1996 and 2000 Olympics (800 meters), world, world indoor, and European championships, and is two time Spartathlon finisher. I complimented him on all of his running accomplishments and he informed me of the course geography up ahead. I had brought a laminated pacing chart with three goal finish times and elevation chart listing the crew CPs. I was becoming tired at this point in the race and never referred to the pacing chart again; I would just ask Stephanie "how far am I in front of the cutoff time?" I did refer to the elevation chart time-to-time until the finish. I just wanted to know if the course ahead of me was going up or down......just keeping it simple.

Beautiful Greek Sunset

CP 32, Halkion Village, Mile 70.2:

Stephanie informed me that Team USA runner's Zach and Nicole had started vomiting, and Patrick, Dean, Stephen, and Alex had dropped out or didn't make the cutoff time. The Greek Gods were slowly decreasing the team members as the warm Greek sun was beginning to set.

CP 35, Ancient Nemea, Mile 76.6:

Ancient Nemea is known for the Panhellenic Games, held every two years, and possess the Temple of Zeus. I arrived at 9:20pm and quickly saw Stephanie's blinking green light as she saw my matching green light. With all the runners and crews at night wearing headlamps, having a distinct colored light minimizes the confusion.

Fueling

I immediately told Stephanie I was getting nauseous for the first time but went to the CP's fuel table and ate just a little. Soon after, I walked across the noisy and busy street, laid down behind two cars, and vomited. This concerned me since this was my first time ever to vomit during a race and I'm only halfway to the finish. I laid there for a couple of minutes and realized I needed to get moving. I envisioned the cutoff time as the eerily and stealthy Headless Horseman. Just like in horror movies, the Headless Horseman would approach from the rear, getting closer to cut your head off or here, end your race. In the night, I know the Headless Horseman was behind me, I couldn't see him, but knew he was there. I constantly tried my best to get farther in front and build greater distance between me and the Headless Horseman. Stephanie gave me some anti-nausea medication, a few bites of her grilled lamb, and I continued on the dark road. Shortly after, the course transitioned from asphalt to a rocky dirt road increasing in elevation. The conditions were extremely dry and dusty. When crew crews would pass, dust filled the air and made more challenging to breath; therefore, I would cover my mouth with my singlet in an attempt to filter the air I was breathing.

Crew Fuel (Lamb)

Not Feeling Good &

Mystery Bread (Right Side)

CP 40 Malatreni, Mile 86.9:

I arrived at the small village of Malatreni a few minutes before midnight. The village was alive with spectators, crews, and runners. Exciting location. I quickly saw Stephanie and walked to the fuel table to eat some food. When I did, I started to get nauseous again. I sat down in a chair and did a dry heave with people all around. Stephanie suggested I relocate to the near sidewalk and lay down which I did. I vomited a second time and Stephanie placed my head in her comfortable lap. It's these memorable moments I realized I married the right woman. Very few wives would follow their husbands for 153 miles, by themselves, while navigating narrow and confusing roads with little sleep. I appreciate she didn't patronize me and tell me what a great job I was doing which I wasn't. As I laid there, she mentioned Chad was having issues and was laying down in his crew van resting. Unfortunately, Chad wasn't able to continue and dropped. As I sipped water, I realized I needed to get up move down the road. When I was getting up off the sidewalk, I noticed a half-eaten piece of bread someone had thrown down, I immediately picked it up and asked "whose bread is this" and started eating it. When I stood up, I noticed Bob was staring at me after witnessing the consumption of the mystery bread. At this point in the race, I guess I wasn't thinking clearly but the bread tasted real good. I departed the CP at midnight. A short time later, nature called....number two off the side of the road as a few runners shuffled passed. From time-to-time, I would run by old stone barns during the silence of the dark night and would hear the serene bells of farm animals moving inside. It seemed like I had been transported back in time.

Olive Oil Gifting Table

CP 43, Lyrkia, Mile 92.1:

The tiny village of Lyrkia, has been in existence since the 3rd millennium BC and possessed 511 resistance, was exciting with all of the runners, crews, and spectators. As Stephanie waited on me at the CP, she was gifted a local bottle of olive oil. As I ran into town, people were cheering "bravo, bravo" while a few kids asked for autographs. I arrived at 1:15am Saturday and met with Stephanie. I asked her for my 2nd GPS watch since my current watch's battery level was low. Frantically, she searched her backpack and pockets but couldn't find it. She gave me her watch so I used it for just time of day which worked out fine. Later she realized the watch was forever lost and must have fallen out of the car or backpack when she arrived at the village. As I grabbed a few items to eat and drink, I became nauseous once again. I immediately laid down beside the CP aid table and began vomiting a 3rd time, completely emptying my stomach. The vomit was very dark since I had earlier consumed raisins. The vomiting episode was my most memorable. Not only was there a lot of vomit, it was on my arm and there was plenty of noise when coming up. Stephanie was initially very concerned since the vomit looked like blood and bile. I reassured her it was the raisins I had consumed earlier. As a laid there for a couple of minutes, I noticed two CP volunteers concernedly staring at me. I felt bad since I had just vomited two feet from their table full of food. I eventually stood up while Chad Pinnington reminded me I needed to refuel. I replied with "ok", grabbed some food and jokingly said "you can't say the Americans aren't tough" as he laughed and I proceeded walking down the dark, narrow, and windy road. After the race, I learned Dave and Dave would see me vomiting and say "puke and rally!"

Lyrkia During the Day

A few minutes later, Stephanie pulled up beside me in the car and informed me my oldest son Garrett said "King Leonidas is waiting on you!" Stephanie then said "I'll see you at the next crew CP and I love you". I was holding back tears. During the race, Stephanie was keeping our large extended family informed of my status via group text. After vomiting this third time, a concerned family member texted "tell Steven he can now quit". As soon as Garrett read this he immediately responded "no, he can't quit, King Leonidas is waiting for him!" One of my proudest moments, Garrett gets it and understands.

I found myself running with Balazs again. With his two previous Spartathlon finishes and numerous other running accomplishments, it was comforting to run with him. I didn't have my GPS watch so I would occasionally ask Balazs our mileage location and cutoff time buffer. At one point, I was lagging behind and he turned to me and said "Steven, we've got to get going." He realized the cutoff time was not far behind us. As we continued towards Mountain Base CP, he pointed out the mountain top we must traverse to reach Sanga Pass in the looming distance but in the somewhat near future. Intimidating sight. At a certain point, we separated and I wouldn't see him until after the finish.

CP 47, Mountain Base, Mile 99.1:

Stephanie was waiting for me when I arrived at the CP and crossed the timing mat at 3:24am. It was very quiet since it was so late and crews were extremely tired too. I had covered almost 100 miles within 20 hours and 24 minutes. For any 100 mile race, this time is considered fast yet I'm only one hour and 34 minutes in front of the cutoff time. At this transpired point in the race, runner placement wasn't my priority, but attempting to safely stay in front of the Headless Horseman. It was very comforting to see Stephanie since I was becoming very tired. Like usual, I quickly grabbed a few bites to eat including fluids; luckily I didn't get nauseous.

Directional Sign

The asphalt course transitioned to dry and rocky single track trail. I added a long sleeve layer anticipating cooler temperatures as I ascended. The trail loomed ahead ascending 1,000' within one mile. We could see runner headlamps slowly ascending the numerous switch backs that were marked with flagging tape and red blinky lights. The clear night sky with thousands of stars brightly shinning made a beautiful scene. Unfortunately, a picture couldn't capture this awesome scene. Stephanie walked with me a short distance as we chatted until a volunteer asked her to turnaround. Other than being very tired, I actually felt good and it was beginning to cool down. I thoroughly enjoyed the climb which included power hiking, pushing my thighs with my hands, and on occasion, pulling myself up using large rocks beside the trail. This portion of the race was very enjoyable and historically significant. This exact trail has been used for a few thousand years including by Pheidippides in 490 BC, who ran from Athens to Sparta before the Battle of Marathon in a day and a half to seek aid against the Persians. On occasion, I would quickly look off the trail and noticed how steep the terrain was. I never was nervous but probably would have been if the sun was up.

Approaching Sanga Pass

I arrived at the top, Sanga Pass, and quickly grabbed some fuel. I looked back towards Lyrkia as it glowed in the night, the Milky Way, and started my descent on the other mountain side. This race course portion was a steep narrow road consisting of very small and loose rocks. Since I felt really good, I started running while trying to be careful and not fall. Running downhill while your legs feel like rubber is really a controlled fall. I was passing several runners including Team USA runner's Emily and Zandy Mangold while exchanging a few words of encouragement. I noticed the Japanese runners were being extremely cautious with their descents. After the race, Emily asked me for tips for running downhill fast on loose rock. I just laughed because that is my weakness. Typically in other races, most runners pass me while I descend; however, during this race, I don't recall any runners passing me. About halfway down, I fell down backwards. I then realized I probably need to slow down and be more careful. The rocky trail transitioned back to asphalt and I soon arrived at CP 49, the small village town of Sagas. Rolfe was sitting down and eating, and looked very comfortable. We exchanged a few words and I continued my descent in the peaceful night. I don't recall but Rolfe passed me somewhere and ultimately was Team USA's first finisher. So happy for Rolfe. As the temperature continued to dropped, I really enjoyed running this portion of the course in solitude. One very memorable moment was running by a cemetery which had every gravesite peacefully illuminated with a memorial candle and/or oil lamp.

CP 52, Nestani, Mile 106.6:

Feeling Better

Arrived at crew CP 52, 5:15am. Fairly uneventful run to the village of Nestani other than getting slightly cold. Stephanie's notes were "looking strong, going to make it". I wish I could have seen this inviting village including the beautiful mountain Artemisio during the day. As I departed the village, I could see about two runners in front of me and about two behind me.

Nestani During the Day

Cool & Foggy

CP 57, Zevgolatio, Mile 115.6:

When I arrived at 7:30am, it was extremely foggy and cool; however, the sun was beginning to rise and it was a welcomed sight knowing the temperature would be warming. I'm extremely cold natured. I was running past a farm house when a very large and angry dog quickly approached me growling while showing his large teeth and saliva dripping from his mouth. This was my most frighten memory of the entire race. I continued to run faster but he followed only a few feet behind me. I would turn around, make eye contact and fortunately for me he would slightly back off. He continued chasing me. Luckily, a local female driver in a very small car saw what was happening and came to my rescue. She drove her car between me and the dog while shouting at the dog in Greek. The dog immediately turned his aggression towards her and I thought he was going to attack her car. I took advantage of this distraction and sprinted down the road.

Turn Left!

Ancient Ruins of Tegea

CP 60, Alea-Tegea, Mile 121.4:

As I approached the next crew CP, I noticed I was running by myself past ancient ruins in the village's center. Ancient Tegea is known for the Temple of Alea Athina, stadium, gymnasium, and all-marble theater. This is also the location where Pheidippides had a vision of the God Pan in what may be the first recorded case of exercise-induced hallucination. Disappointing for me, I never hallucinated during the race or others; maybe one day. I truly enjoyed these quiet and tranquil moments while running by such significant historical locations. I love history!

I arrived at the CP at 8:56am and met Stephanie. I gladly found out later, Stephanie slept for 30 minutes in the rental car while awaiting my arrival. This was her only sleep during the entire race. Yep, I married the right woman.

CP Alea-Tegea

Watermelon!

Race Road Marking

As I left this small village, there were several road crossings but fortunately the course was marked very well to help prevent runners from taking a wrong turn. Even though I would see the directional race markings, I would run past them and then question myself if I was running in the correct direction. This was solely due to me being sleep deprived. After passing one race marking, I actually stopped and considered running back 100 yards to verify I was heading in the correct direction. Luckily a crew car was passing by and I just pointed in the direction I thought I needed to be heading, and they nodded yes.

Me & My Hero (Photo by Dave Koch)

CP63, Papandonis, Mile 128.3:

Arrived 10:49am, extra stop added for crews could provide assistance.

CP65, Ardamis Restaurant, Mile 131.9:

After a long uphill climb, I approached CP65 as the sun was high in the Greek sky, no clouds, and the temperature was quickly increasing. When I arrived at 11:50am, the temperature was now hot. I consumed a few bites of food and liquid and got nauseous again. Dang it! I laid down on the roadside beside the aid table and vomited a 4th time. Runner Bruce's wife Brandice provided assistance which included a cold wash cloth and electrolyte drink and tablets. With only 21.1 miles to go, I was only one hour 55 minutes in front of the Headless Horseman, still occasionally vomiting, and it was getting hotter. At this point, just like in life, I needed to reassess my situation. Realizing a my 2nd goal of finishing around 32 hours wasn't possible and if I pushed too hard, I might jeopardize just finishing; therefore, I focused on just finishing and consuming the minimum calories hopefully preventing me from vomiting again. As I stood up, a volunteer or crew member helped me get dirt and pebbles off my sweaty arms from laying down. I continued up the road.

CP68, Monument, Mile 138.8:

Only 13 Hot & Sunny Miles To Go!

I arrived at 1:35pm and was only one hour and 50 minutes in front of the Headless Horseman. I met Stephanie, saw Emily's crew Dave and Dave, and Amy's crew BJ and Bob. Emily, Amy, and I had stayed within a few miles of each other for most of the entire race. It was nice seeing familiar runner faces including their crews. I realized Stephanie was extremely tired but reassuringly knew other Team USA crews could provide assistance to not only the runners, but other crew members. It was getting hotter so I started using water sponges, when available at CPs, to wet and cool myself. Before heading out, Stephanie gave me a wet cooling towel to place around my neck which greatly helped.

Cautiously Fueling

After a long climb which I walked, I started running while focusing on the road's painted white line. Not only was I tired, but also sleepy. I've only been sleepy once during a previous race. I now found myself falling asleep while running after being awake for over 54 hours. I would slowly fall asleep while gradually running off the white line onto the road's shoulder. I verbally told myself out load, "Steven, you have to focus and stay awake." This would happen once again a short time later. For here to finish, the course is mostly downhill except for a few short climbs.

There were several humorous moments on the course too. I noticed a Japanese runner had run off the roadside and dropped his shorts to his knees. I can't help but watch to determine what he was about to do next. I never was really sure. I thought he is about to poop standing up, apply anti-chaff cream, air the package, or a combination of all. I'm sure driver's passing by where puzzled too. There isn't much modesty in ultra-running; one of the reasons I like so much!

Look Good For The Camera!

Czech Republic runner Krajca Rudolf and I ran together for a short time. He was slowing like me but reassured me we could almost walk to the finish under the cutoff time. After the race, I spoke with him at the Awards Ceremony and found out he didn't finish. He said he was reluctant to push too hard since he will be competing in the IAU 24 Hour World Championship, 26-27 October, in France. Observing Krajca at the post-race Sparta Luncheon and speaking with him at the awards ceremony, he is a hoot. I believe you are guaranteed a fun time if you hang out with him; he's definitely the life of the party. As I continued towards Sparta under the relentless hot sun, Emily ran up to me. As usual, her running cadence and form had not changed during the entire race; still looking strong. I was fading and as she passed me, I told her "I may be walking to the finish". A short time later, a few other runners began passing me. Even though my main goal was to finish, it was tough watching other runners pass me so I started running when I could.

Approaching CP

CP72, Voutianoi, Mile 147:

I arrived at the last crew CP which was in front of a gas station and briefly spoke with Stephanie. She told me she would see me at the finish but suggested I receive an IV. I immediately said "I'm not getting an IV" since during certain races this would result in disqualification. Even though I would be finished, I thought this was a sign of weakness. Also, my urine color which I monitor during all races, was only slightly colored.....I'm good. Soon after, Amy passed me looking strong. As I got closer to the next CP, I was able to pass a couple of runners. For the next few miles, I was running close to two runners from Japan and France.

Herding Sheep Thru Village

Sparta on My Mind

CP74, Evrotas River Bridge, Mile 151.9:

As we crossed the bridge, French runner Stephen Yann spoke broken English, but we were able to slightly communicate. He would say something smiling, I wouldn't understand a word he said but would just universally laugh. We ran side-by-side until we reached the CP just a short distance past the bridge. This was the last CP until the finish line. One of the main female race officials, and I believe International Spartathlon Association board member, happily greeted all runners and offered hugs. Such a nice gesture. In an attempt to improve my placement, I attempted to run faster to hopefully catch the Japanese runner and pull away from the French runner. I was never able to catch the Japanese runner but did pull away from Stephen. Since I made the decision to minimize my fuel intake hours ago in an attempt not to vomit again, my stomach was growling due to being empty; I was extremely hungry. I was running on fumes and wondering when my glycogen was going to be depleted. It was now 5pm Saturday evening as I ran into the city of Sparta. As I ran by, numerous people eating dinner at outdoor restaurants, on balconies, in cars, walkers, and kids on bicycles were clapping and cheering "bravo, bravo!" A wonderful and memorable welcome.

King Leonidas' Statue

I turned right for the final 1/3 of a mile, I finally saw the statue of King Leonidas in the distance. With hundreds of people cheering me on, I started running faster while I gave children high fives and attempted not to be unintentionally taken out by a child's bicycle. I saw Stephanie taking video as ran up the stairs to the statue's base, heard my name announced on the public address system, and then eagerly touched the foot of King Leonitas while thinking of Willard.

Almost There w/Stephanie
Behind Me

Touching King Leonidas' Foot

CP75 (Finish Line), Sparta, Mile 153:

Finished: 34 hours 3 minutes 42 seconds (5:03pm). I was greeted by three young girls dressed in traditional Greek chitons and presented with a goblet of water from the Evrotas River which I drank and crowned with an olive laurel wreath just as Olympian winners would have been honored in ancient times, and then presented with a finisher's plaque. After a few pictures with other race officials, I carefully walked to the nearby medical area and sat down for the first time since the race had started.

Post-race:
Gracious volunteers carefully began removing my shoes and socks. A female runner from another country was sitting to my right began throwing up. I discreetly moved to another chair farther away. The volunteers proceeded to wash my legs and feet. I've never had that done before, so it was a little awkward, but it felt so good and very relaxing. I looked at Stephanie and she said "you better enjoy this because I'm never doing this for you". Amy and Emily who finished a few minutes before me were also sitting down. My feet were in excellent shape other than abrasions on the tops of both feet. This was self-induced by applying band aides before the race in an attempt to reduce potential blisters from my shoe's tongue repeatedly impacting my foot's top. No chaffing after only applying Body Glide once before the race. After my legs and feet were washed, I was provided comfortable white slippers. I was styling! The volunteer asked me to lay down on a bed so the all-female medical staff could check my blood pressure and heart rate. My vitals checked out fine and was provided a sandwich which I only nibbled on. After resting a few minutes, I was asked to move to a chair. After sitting in the chair and chatting with a UK runner, I began to feel slightly nauseous so I moved by a medical bed and rested again. Laying down felt so nice. The Spartan woman are known for their beauty so I jokingly told Stephanie "I believe I need my blood pressure checked again". I didn't realize but Stephanie said I fell asleep for a few minutes.

Thanks Dave Oakley for moving our rental car closer to the finish line! After resting a few minutes, Stephanie and I proceeded to hotel Maniatis and checked in. After I took a refreshing shower to wash off the stink, Stephanie had dinner brought to our room. I ate just a little, and this would be repeated over the next 1.5 days. I wanted to eat more, but my stomach would only tolerate small portions. After eating, I happily fell asleep for the first time after 61 hours other than the brief post race medical tent nap. As I slept, Stephanie sat on the balcony while enjoying a well-deserved beer and FaceTime'd our son Garrett.

Post Race Feet - Great Shape

Hotel Balcony View

Sunday and Luncheon:

Ancient Sparta Ruins (Acropolis)

After a great night of sleep, the most painful part of my body wasn't my feet or legs, it was my bottom lip. Even though I used SPF ChapStick, my lip was sunburned and swollen. It took an entire week for my lip to feel normal again. As Stephanie and I ate breakfast in the hotel, we along with other runners and crews were discussing their race experiences. After breakfast, Stephanie and I walked down the street to King Leonidas' statue and along the way, chatted with Rolfe and other runners. Even the day after the race, the area was very crowded with runners and crews purchasing race souvenirs and having their pictures taken in front of the statue. Stephanie and I decided to quickly explore the ancient ruins on the acropolis and then returned and had someone take our picture in front of the statue. I then opened the final pill capsule of Willard's ashes and spread at the statue's base.

Leonidas Palace

We returned to our hotel, checked out, and followed the runner's bus to the scheduled runners and crew luncheon at Leonidas Palace hosted by the Mayor of Sparta. Even though Chad didn't finish, I was glad to see him there before he returned home. All finishers were presented with a gift bag that contained local traditional handmade Spartan rusk, olives and paste, sesame cake, and fruit juice. Following the luncheon, Stephanie and I started our 153 mile journey back to Athens while driving some of the course through villages which we had covered hours earlier. For the next several days, I had brain fog. That is, the race's physical toll and sleep deprivation was impacting my actions. I really didn't want to make many decisions; my cognitive skills were definitely slower. A few times Stephanie would tell me "Steven, get out of the street, you're about to get hit by a car!" Even though I didn't have scales to weigh myself, based on how my body looked, I believe I lost about 7-8 pounds; race starting weight was 123 pounds. Yes, I looked like Skeletor.

Me, Stephanie, Marisa, & Rolfe

Gift Bag Goodies

Me & Ektoras Agathokleous

(Cyprus)

King Leonidas Statue

Temple of Zeus (Ancient Nemea)

More Ancient Athens Sight Seeing (Monday):

Stephanie and I arrived back in Athens that evening and fortunately had sufficient time Monday to do additional sightseeing in Athens.

Double Decker Tour Bus

Hadrian's Arch (131 AD)

Gate of Athena Archegetis

(11 BC)

Panathenaic Stadium (1896)

Nut Vendor

Hadrian's Library (132 AD)

Temple of Zeus
(6th Century BC)

Awards Ceremony, Dinner, and Gayla:

We arrived at the Galazio Hall in Glyfada Monday evening. The semi-formal event took place outside next to the ocean, a beautiful setting. I was glad to see and speak with Patrick about his experience, who unfortunately didn't finish but I know he will be back for another attempt. The race director individually called the 47 countries that had a finisher to the stage and then announced each runner's name and was presented the Spartathlon finisher's medal. Yes, you couldn't help but feel like an Olympian. During the ceremony, I deliberately stood alone for a few minutes by the ocean attempting to capture the memorable sights and sounds including different languages being spoken, and all the ceremonial activities going on around me. I realized this was a very special occasion in my life and grateful to have been part of it. After the awards ceremony, dinner was served followed by music and dancing. Eventually Stephanie and I said our goodbyes to Team USA runners and crews, and Bruce and his family with handshakes and hugs and quietly made our exit.

Team USA Finishers

Me & Czech Republic

Runner Krajca Rudolf

Me & 2019 Spartathlon
Winner Tomas Bodis
(Tomas finished 2nd at 24 Hour
World Championships, Oct. 2019)

Food

Team USA Runners & Crews

Island of Aegina (Tuesday):

Stephanie and I were ready to separate ourselves from the fast pace of Athens including the vehicle emissions, cigarette smoke, noise, and traffic. We needed to relax and slow things down; Aegina pleasantly offered just that.

Hotel Balcony View

Souvala Marina

Aegina Seaside

Ruins of Palaiochora

Palaiochora Chapel

Chapel Fresco

Temple of Aphaea

Ruins of Palaiochora

Agia Beach

Cemetery

Chapel

Arrived Home (Friday):

Family members made congratulatory pictures and posters, and provided gifts to welcome me home. Love my family support!

Replica Greek Vase that
Belonged to Willard

Final Thoughts:

Finisher's Metal & Plaque &
35th Anniversary Book

Thank you Stephanie for being there and sharing another awesome adventure; the journey continues. The Spartathlon including festivities before and after were a wonderful experience and memories that will last a lifetime. It was also sensory overload. Based on my experience and yes, possible redemption, I would like to attempt to get accepted into the race in the future. Maybe next time I could sleep the night before the race and apply this race's lessons learned. I will continue my quest for the perfect race while striving to continually improve. I don't anticipate being able to automatically qualify as I did since the automatic qualification requirements are now much stricter (e.g., finish 100 mile race within 15 hours 45 minutes, average pace of 9 minutes 27 seconds). As a result, I plan to apply and hope my Spartathlon successful finish will increase my chances of getting accepted. I thoroughly enjoyed meeting runners, crews, race officials, and volunteers from around the world, Team USA unity, the sights, sounds, aromas, and history of Greece. I love history! A special thanks goes out to several crew members that provided encouragement and on occasion, support to me but also assisted Stephanie. This includes runner Emily Collin's crew Dave Oakley and Dave Koch, runner Amy Mower's crew BJ and Bob Hearn, Bruce's wife Brandice, and British crew member Chad Pinnington. It wasn't planned but Emily, Amy, myself, and our crews stayed fairly close to each throughout the race; I believe fortunate for everyone. Hopefully these friendships and others will continue and our running and crewing paths will cross again. Successfully completing this race and others continue to provide a level of self-confidence that greatly helps me in life including understanding life priorities. Several times during the race, I laid on the ground vomiting and just physically worn out, I still realized the Headless Horseman was close behind. Even though the situation was bleak, I thought of Willard and what he endured his last year suffering with ALS......it was easy getting up and continuing toward King Leonidis' statue. Adventures like this offer a teachable moment of overcoming adversity for my children and maybe others with current and future life challenges. Yes, it's more than just running.