Jay Peak 11M Trail Race Race Report
This run was part of the Jay Peak Trail Running Festival that is held at Jay Peak resort every labor day weekend. It was an opportunity to do my first trail race in a family setting, since we were going to spend the weekend at the resort with my brother's blended family and my parents. This was my brother's 4th time doing the race and he had semi-prepped me beforehand, telling me "Anyone can finish this!", but downplaying it too much since for him, this was not a hard race. Since some runners were doing 3 loops of the 11M, I had until 5pm to finish, with a race start at 8:30.
I had not adapted my training that much, except trying to do my weekend long runs in the mountains, trying out different conditions. An 11-miler race is easily in my reach, but not 3500ft of elevation. I ended up trying all the conditions I would get over the race in different training runs. And isn't race day about putting everything together? We got ski slopes with mowed grass, technical trails in the woods with lots of rocks and branches, and some mountain dirt tracks that were
disgustingly muddy.
On Saturday night, we had an info meeting with the race director, who went over the course and the current conditions. He mentioned that this was one of, if not the, most difficult trail races in the North East. And this is my first one? Yay!
The course had 5 aid stations split over the 11 miles:
- ULLR's Dream: Mile 2.2
- Tram (top of the mountain): Mile 3.1
- 242: Mile 5.5
- Stateside: Mile 7.5
- ULLR's Dream: Mile 9.5 (same one as before)
- Finish line
I still decided to be autonomous, since I didn't want to risk any aid stations running out or eating something that did not sit well with my GI tract on the day of. Nothing new on race day right? I'm glad I did, since my good nutrition plan helped me finish strong. I had my pack with a 1L of water mixed with one scoop of Skratch that was meant for drinking on the course, 4 GU gels and 2 Pickle Juice Shots
I split the course up into three sections in my head.
Section #1 - Climbing Jay Peak mountain - 1732 ft climb - 3.ish mi
There were three parts to the climb. The first part was the kind of trail I'm used to. Steady climbing in the forest, with woodsy trails that cross brooks and such. It finished at the first aid station. I took my first GU with two cups of water. I was feeling good. Then right after the aid station was the worst climb. The next 750m was up the ski slope. Noone was running this, it was like climbing stairs. The only thoughts going through my head were "Keep going, don't stop". Doubting my life choices and all that. Then the course went back into the woods. I thought it was going to be more of the steady climb. But not. Again, doubting my life choices. It was another 700m of stair climbing, in rocks and roots. When I exited the forest, I fortuitously crossed my brother who was just coming down from the mountain. He snapped a pic of me trying to look happy:

Then we had another 500m of climbing in the ski slopes, but the incline was manageable. I could do a mix of slow jogging. And before I knew it, I had reached the top in 1:11!
Section #2 - Climbing down to route 242 and back - 500 ft climb - 2.9 mi
I enjoyed the downhill running on the ski slopes, being still careful since it was a rocky terrain where I could easily slip on a rolling rock. We had a little over 1 mile run (1.87k) before we entered the forest again, going on what they call the "Long trail", which was a 1.07mi out and back down to route 242. This was the cruelest part of the course for me, since we had already climbed 1700ft at that point. Knowing I was going down just to go back up again had me

inside. Especially since I was starting to be passed by runners doing the 2-loop or 3-loop version of the course. I was in awe that ppl would voluntarily do this 3 times in a row. I again crossed my brother who took another pic:
I look much happier than I feel. I reached the aid station at the bottom in 1:48. Took my 2nd gel, a few Swedish fish and turned around. Trail race is very much a mental game. I really dug deep into myself to again "Keep going, don't stop" up that 2nd climb. Fortunately, it wasn't as steep. If I could finish that 2nd climb, I could finish the race. I rolled my right ankle about halfway through the climb. I continued advancing, telling myself I would stop if it started to hurt. (Spoiler alert: it didn't and it still feels okay this morning) My only thought was to reach the top. I did this in 2:14. We were at roughly the 10k mark at that point. Only 7.7k to go.
Section #3 - Digging deep to finish - ?? ft climb - 6.4 mi
Next part was running down, down, down, to one of the resort baselodges, Stateside. It was a little more than 2k to reach the aid station. My whole family was waiting for me to cheer me on, which I was not looking forward to honestly. I didn't think I'd have the mental fortitude to keep going if I saw my kids. Here's J running with me to the aid station.

But I did because... Bacon Station!! The aid station at Stateside is known to have BACON. grilled fresh right there. Not kidding. Trail does have better snacks than Road. I didn't take any gel and just enjoyed the greasy, salty goodness of grilled bacon for my 4th aid station.
The last part of the race was not "difficult" physically, but oh so difficult mentally. It was all ups and downs in the ski slopes and the dirt tracks. Around KM 14 we hit a 500m patch of muddy grass, like the kind of mud that swallows up shoes. I only had 4k to go at that point so I kept on keeping on. If I had hit some of those conditions early on, I don't know if I would have finished honestly. Then I hit the last aid station, took my last gel, and realized not only could I finish in less than 4 hours, but I was probably going to finish in around 3h30, which was way better than I had ever dreamed of. I cruised down the mountain, again with no ambition of going down too fast. There's one last "little" 150 ft climb half a mile from the finish line. And then, I was one of only 87 finishers in a time of 3:32:39.87:
Final thoughts
Strength training is worth it. I've been doing 4-5h/month and even though it's boring and dumb and I hate it, it really paid off for my trail race. My quads didn't feel too tired in the climbs and my strongish arms helped to control and balance when I was going downhill. And today, I'm not overly sore. DH says I look better than I did after my marathon.
Will I do this race again? Eh. It was a good experience, but also really challenging. I'll give myself some time to recuperate before I consider signing up again. I thought I wasn't going to be ready, but in the end it was the mental aspect that was a lot harder than the physical. Knowing you have another climb to do when you already have 2000ft, 3000ft, done, is not easy, and not all that fun.
Dopey, here I come.