Oil Creek 100 Mile Run - Photo Montage Video

My good friend Jeremy Lock came from South Carolina to photograph my 100 mile adventure. JT, as we call him, is the four time Military Photographer of the Year and has also been awarded the Bronze Star. You can read about it here. His photos of my Oil Creek 100 Mile Trail Run will be images I look back on for the rest of my life.

I was warned about post race depression. After so much training and focus it's hard to sit on the couch and eat cheese steaks and ice cream. I've been doing exactly that. It's been 8 days since the race and I am ready for new beginnings. I am excited that my run has put my photography in a new light. I feel I have more direction where I want to go as a photographer. I'm excited to get back behind the camera and explore the personalities of people.

As far as long distance running goes ... I told my wife after the race to NEVER let me do that to myself again. I then reminded her again when we got home and the pain really set in. I love her completely, but she failed miserably. I begin training today for the Rocky Raccoon 100 Miler in Texas Feb. 6-7. I don't expect it, or anything, will ever be like my first 100 miler, but I look forward to relentlessly moving forward.

Here is a photo montage video I created with JT's pictures and two of my favorite running songs by LaRue I listen to on the trails.

Running the Oil Creek 100 Mile Trail Run - A Journey to Define Me

100 mile "before and after" self portraits.

I have told many people who have asked me why I chose to run 100 miles that everyone once in their lives should have their very own ROCKY story. I knew the Oil Creek 100 mile trail run would be mine. I had no idea just how close it would come to that. This was my first 100-mile ultra marathon. It was my impossible dream. I now know nothing is impossible.

Preparing for this adventure was four months of the most intense training of my life. I lost close to 40 pounds since June and I owe everything to my amazing running coach, Lisa Smith Batchen, who trained me to complete the race. I could not have done it without her. I followed her coaching and guidance to the letter and I will never forget what she has done for me.

I had traveled to beautiful Oil Creek State Park during my training for a 30-mile run. I knew how tough the course would be. It had 35,570-feet of elevation change. Race day brought new challenges that I did not expect -ankle deep mud, wet and slippery ground and dense fog that made it extremely difficult to see while running at night. There were also unexpected joys. The aid station volunteers were like family. I truly felt love for them. Soup had never tasted so good and encouraging smiles never felt so warm.

Photo courtesy of Charlie Houpt

During the race I always knew that my wife Jen and our friends Andrea, Shane and JT would be waiting for me at aid stations. The thought of seeing them kept me going. While running, I listened to my iPod when I needed to and kept coming back to the same voice. My 4-year-old daughter Emily encouraging me. “You can do it Daddy, I can believe in you, I know you can run 100 miles.” Her voice would drive me to an emotional edge. I knew I would not quit. I would not end without running one hundred miles, even if that meant having to finish the race on my own. It almost came to that. I arrived at one aid station at 85.3 miles with six minutes to spare before I was pulled from the race. I told my wife “This is probably not going to happen. Whatever happens, I am running 100 miles. I am not stopping.” My wife and crew never stopped believing in me but they were putting plans in motion for how and where I could complete my dream past the 32-hour cut off time. To complete the race I would need to run faster. I think it was around mile 87 I simply let everything go. I ran as hard and fast as I could and I was screaming, crying on the trail. I was happy. The happiest place and time of my life. God was with me on the trail, nothing would ever again sway my belief. Nothing would ever be the same. “Trust Me.” A voice beating in my heart and my head mixing in with the sweet sound of my daughter. I was whooping and hollering and screaming with joy and laughter.

I’ll take you back to the beginning. I decided to run 100 miles with one purpose. It was my desire to seek God and know Him again. Every training run, every mile was a step for me back into the relationship I let slip away. Those who know me best know that the most powerful words I have ever read are Jeremiah 29:13 “If you seek Me with all your heart and all your soul, then you will find Me.” Everything was about this … every moment, every step was a desire to live those words.

I crossed the finish line with 13.5 minutes left before the cut off time. Everyone made a tunnel for me and I ran through it into my wife’s arms. Crying uncontrollably, I said the words to her I promised myself I would say four months before when my training for the race began. “Where’s your hat?” It’s what ROCKY said to Adrian after he went the distance. I was sobbing in my wife’s arms. Tom Jennings, the man who made the race and my dream possible handed me my 100-miler finisher buckle. It will hang on my wall in my “Last Wildcatter to Leave Pithole” award plaque for being the last place winner of the first Oil Creek 100 mile trail race. I will look on it often and I will always remember – I chose to seek God and he found me on the trails.

Photos of the race by Jeremy Lock can be found here: http://tiny.cc/VMQvq