New England, not unlike many other places in the world, has a less than stellar predictability when it comes to weather. So when we signed up for the TARCtic Frozen Yeti, a race run by the Trail Animals Running Club (TARC), there was an expectation of some snow and winter weather with an understanding that we may end up with something else. Alas, we were graced (or cursed) with a warmer than average January to include rain and above freezing temps that took away the brilliant white land blanket. Dreams of running through the night with the moonlight reflecting off of the snow were dashed. C’est la vie. The show must go on…and it did. While it wasn’t quite frozen, the field was packed with animals (trail animals, that is). I even think I saw a yeti or two. I for sure heard them!
Seriously, though, the race was the ballz, i.e., salty balls, yeti balls, chocolate balls, salted caramel balls. The snack table was stacked. Of course, there were basics like salted potatoes and PB and J. But then there were also fancy homemade energy bars, bean and kale soup, quesadillas, and the aforementioned balls. As always, there was a whole lot of soda, candy, cookies, plenty of water, and for this race, Tailwind.
The lodge, which was a centrally located check-in point one would pass about every five miles during the race, was where we had both inside and outside drop bags. While the lodge was packed at the start of the race, every time after, there was plenty of room to grab what you needed and be on your way. The bathrooms inside were always clean, and you never had to wait long, if at all, to use one. There were also two port-a-potties outside the lodge to accommodate the die-hards who’d rather stay outside.
So maybe I didn’t see a yeti (or two), but I distinctly remember hearing their calls when we started the race and throughout the course. I even heard a couple howls after a tambourine, which must be like the dog whistle equivalent for a yeti.
The Deets
Two races occur over the weekend. Saturday is the 30-hour ultra, and Sunday is the 15-mile race. To “finish” the 30 hour race, a minimum of 30 miles must be reached, and one can add five miles to their total for every sub-loop completed. The course was set as a 15 mi clover-leaf loop. Each leaf or sub-loop of the clover had a name: Red, White, and Blue. As I was running the course, I would think of the mini-loops like this:
Yes, I know my mileage values add up to more than 15 miles for the complete loop, but 15 is the credit you get for the entire loop and 5 for each sub-loop. I’m putting the other mileage up in case you are reading this to prep for an upcoming Yeti, and you use your watch as a guide. Maybe my GPS data was off—it wouldn’t be the first time. But I wouldn’t want anyone to see 15 mi and think they were lost or get totally bummed that they had a bit more to go.
TARCtic Frozen Yeti Red, White, and Blue Loops.
The terrain covered consisted of mostly well-groomed, single-track trails. However, a little time will be spent on access roads, pavement, and sandy beaches. There are also several bridge crossings and paved water breaks to traverse. On the Blue Loop, there were several sections with more roots than dirt where you have to be super careful about your footing. The Red Loop had the most rocks to get up and over, but it also had the best view toward the end of the loop. I didn’t hear it personally, but there was a mini a cappella concert up there in the middle of the night. The White Loop seemed to have the most twists and turns, in addition to cool things to look at. Who knew there would be beautiful wood and stone houses and cast-iron faces? It seemed the easiest to run.
Marking of the trails was fantastic! I went off track twice, but it was totally because I was in my own little world. At night, it was even easier to follow than during the day.
The weather that day was pretty good, especially considering the time of year and what had been forecasted earlier in the week (a N’oreaster). The day started at 34 F, went up to 44 F, then back down to below freezing (I think it was 30F when we left at near 1AM). When we began the race, there was a coating of snow on the ground that made some surfaces a little slick, but it wasn’t bad. The dirt surface started hard, went to mush during the day, and hardened again at night. The sun never came out during the day, and at night we got a faint outline of the moon when the clouds chose to thin. Wind wasn’t an issue at all.
February in Massachusetts means longer nighttime than daytime. The race started at 8 AM, the sun set just before 5 PM, and wouldn’t come up until just before 7 AM. Luckily, you get to run for 7 more hours if you like. It breaks down to about 16 hours of daylight and 14 hours of continuous darkness. So glad I like the dark—the nighttime is the right time. Again, the course was marked so well navigating at night wasn’t an issue at all.
Strava said 50.01 mi (more when I tried to recalculate) with 4538 ft of elevation. Garmin said 50.01 mi and 4331ft of elevation. With the course parameters, the total was 45 mi and 4500 to 4800 feet of elevation. I also know for sure that about 2 mi clicked off my Garmin while I was waiting in the lodge. I think this race taught me not to give a f@ck about numbers because they will never be exact. Close is just fine. I know we ran far and climbed a lot:-)
Take-Aways
I asked my husband to put in his two-cents to add another perspective. Jason’s comments are in italics.
Officially, I went 45 mi in about 16 hours 16 min. This included stops at the lodge to grab food, use the bathroom, and change gear. It also included a 1.5 hour wait at the lodge so my husband and I (who was in the lap ahead of me) could hash out our plan for the rest of our runs. In retrospect, I should have called him instead of waiting, but my mind was not its sharpest at that point. I hit the first 15 miles around 3 hours 38 minutes, 30 miles around 8 hours and 15 minutes, and finished after 16:16. Jason went 45 mi in 14 hours 27 min.
Even though this was a “race,” it felt more like an experience. Unlike shorter races, the clock wasn’t really a factor. It was about being out there, feeling the pain, and enjoying the course. I’m not unhappy about by my time, although I would like to see myself improve. I ran 40 miles last year in about 8.5 hours, but it was mostly on paved surfaces. This time I felt better trained, but on trails, I just travel slower:-).
I would totally recommend this race for anyone wanting to take the plunge into trail ultra running. The combination of loops and the 30 hours takes the edge off. The thought of, “What if I can’t do it?” isn’t there, and in its place is, “Let’s see how far I can go.”
Finally, thank you to TARC for the incredible experience. Even though it was my first TARC race, it felt like being with old friends. Just a bunch of friends going for a really long run with a lot of snacks, snot (it is winter), and salty balls. What more could you ask for?
Totally ready to sign up for another and hoping it’s a TARC race. Good luck on your upcoming races – here’s to seeing how far we can go!
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