That was written on my arm, it was shorthand for some advice I had read on the internet some weeks before the Grindstone race when I was scouring the internet for the secrets to the distance. This turned out to be the closest answer to the question.
I was mostly going on what went wrong last year. Basically, in shorthand, I was stupid. From the very beginning of last year's race I was stupid, then a wimp. I went out chasing Todd and when I couldn't keep up, I quit. I finished some 28 hours later but have spent the better part of the past 12 months regretting three things: being a wimp (i.e. being AFRAID of EVERYTHING) being stupid (running someone else's race) and not eating (which really falls under being stupid if we want to get picky about it).
So Kevin and I trained together, we ran a lot of our long runs and a fair share of our weekly miles together, but we also shared some of those miles with Brenton and Mike P. I can assure you we made no plans to run together, the week of the race we had the conversation, probably for the fourth time. We agreed it would be great and no surprise if we found each other for a few miles but that we were making no plans to run 'together'.
When the race began and we were running together it meant little, we are friends, we had lined up together. I remember wondering if Kevin even knew I was running right behind him. We made good stride over the dam and got ahead of the bulk of the group in the traffic jam that can eat up a good couple of minutes if you're far enough back in the pack. Todd and I had been stuck here last year, it was strike one on a course to a no-hit game where we were on the losing side. This year I was beside a female who was very unhappy about being stuck at the dam. It is frustrating but it was also good to know what to expect and just letting it roll right off me.
It was part of my training, and is still a work in progress, but I'm working on a more positive explanatory style, basically I'm working on learning optimism. I spent the last week before Grindstone especially working on my 'beliefs'. It turns out telling yourself that things are small and simple really can work. And fixing things as quickly as possible helps too. And experience isn't to be overlooked. But I digress.
We were running along, probably a little too quickly, and there's Mike Pflieger and Kevin joked that it was the three amigos. It was fun if not a little warm and I actually remember running past the small group of crews and families temporarily staged by the showers as we ran through. Then there was thunder and very cold rain. A member of my crew told me it wasn't going to rain, I 'didn't need anything' such as my Houdini jacket. But I love them, so I won't name any names ;). It's all small stuff, right? It was cold though. And heavy.
But it reminded me of last year, and how much I had feared the rain going in yet came to love it. I enjoyed this rain, if nothing else for the familiarity it brought along with it. But I still felt like we were moving along at a good clip. When we came into the first aid station a gentleman said "You're first woman!" and I said "Well, that's just stupid!" Out loud. I didn't mean to be so rude, but I instantly thought "what the heck are you doing, Alexis!!" But I couldn't slow down. Thoughts started flowing through me, mostly "UGH, I HATE to be passed, there is no way you're winning this with the likes of Amy Ruseiki and Megan Stegemiller here, you have to slow down'. But I just kept running, and wondering how I was that far forward. I like the next section of trail and we just kept moving, maybe even a little harder. When we finally got to Elliott's I was starting to feel the effort. We got to the gravel road and started hiking hard. My calves got almost instantly angry, pretty much begging me to take it easy on them. Mike P. just hiked away, I was doing my best with Kevin pulling away when I noticed Megan ahead of me hiking with her poles. I told Kevin it had been fun but I was going to back off, he kind of joked "finally" and I and my calves were almost instantly relieved. Then I thought about that man at the aid station, he just hadn't seen the other girls, it was getting dark. I felt bad, maybe he had thought I called HIM stupid? And of course, being the crazy that I am, I worried for, well I guess I'm still worried that I said it to him instead of about me, but the distraction was a nice one while I climbed.
I wondered where I was, who else other than Megan was ahead of me. It didn't matter the calves were begging for me to slow. It was a 100 miler, the goal was not to be stupid. Yet Megan didn't pull away. I decided to just see if I could stay in sight of her. I look up to Megan, I met her for a brief moment on the back of Grattan's truck at Terrapin in 2012 and it seems like moments later she went from mid-packer status like me to winning 100s, she and her tackle box have ever since enamored me. I had no illusions that I could keep up with her at Grindstone, but I thought being in her presence for a while may boost my spirit.
Kevin and I hiked semi hard to the punch where we saw Brenton. Something about having Mike, Brenton and Kevin near me just pumped me up incredibly. Maybe because we did so many long runs the last few months together but it just felt so good to have their company. I didn't know how long it would last but I was thankful for their company for the moment.
Heading back down Elliott's and over to Falls Hollow we caught up with Megan and chatted with her, it was probably the most I've talked to her and I was just floating on a cloud between my BRTR friends and her company. I ate a Larabar, the one and only for the race, and kept her pace until my stomach turned against me. Despite the positive talk I had a low here and wondered how I can be so in control before the run and struggle so much during to remain positive and in control of my race. Fortunately, I shrugged off the negativity but it played a warning that those thoughts are always near enough at hand.
And if the stomach trouble wasn't enough I started to itch. Sometimes if I've been warm and then cold suddenly or the other way around I will break out in annoying hives. Lucky me, these came on at mile 11ish. I have had quite the time with these hives in the recent past but I jumped on them right away, took two Benedryl that I'd tucked into my bra in case of a bee sting. I joked with Kevin that I was just starting the night running and was taking Benedryl, but I didn't see much choice in the matter. Fortunately, the Benedryl took care of the itching and hives and I didn't see any marked increase in drowsiness. I then started on a regimen of Tums which seemed to help the stomach, at least for a little while.
We were in and out of Falls Hollow quickly, we had come into the aid station in a big group but I needed to go to the bathroom. I started really focusing on getting to Dowell's in a good mood. Last year, well, last year was ugly. This year I wanted to welcome my crew warmly and move on. These next miles were a blur to some extent. The stomach troubled me but I ate peanut butter crackers anyways on schedule. I drank water to lighten my load (my crew had filled the 2 liter bladder, something I should have warned them against) and engaged in the company I had figuring it was any moment and they would be gone.
We came into Dowell's together and there were so many people it was hard with all the lights to find my crew (made up at this stop of my amazing sister and brother, Erin and Tyler, and finished off with the addition of my awesome sister Jordan who drove down after work from Pittsburgh to be there by NRG!). They gave me a Mountain Dew and seemed a little frazzled. I thanked them and got another Larabar and some crackers for the road. I was thankful for no tantrums (self thrown of course) and getting the first 22 down. We started a climb after Dowell's up Hankey and my stomach was worse now than before. The Mountain Dew hadn't helped, it wasn't long and my group of guys had pulled away. I reminded myself to be thankful for their company while I had had it and focus on getting my stomach and head back in the game. The climb is long and it was a long time before I convinced my legs and stomach that we wanted our BRTR crew. It was almost near the top before I caught them though. The fog being so thick maybe they were never that far ahead, it's hard to tell.
The next section was good, we talked and made good progress. For the moment my stomach was good and I had company once more. At Lookout we got to see many familiar faces and got our first update on Todd, he was killing it, in 8th place. Jeremy said they were making bets on when I would take him. They said he was an hour ahead, I assumed he was having another experience like at Hellgate, I assumed we wouldn't see him, I was right. I got some quesadillas and tomato soup from Annie and noticed my group had moved on. Having come this far with them I handed Annie the soup and left the AS. Only the warm food I now had in my stomach made climbing aggressively to catch the boys tough. I told myself that I would be OK if they were gone, not too many miles to North River Gap, but then I noticed Kevin and Brent walking slow enough to call it waiting and looking back for me. I picked it up despite the stomach. That over the shoulder looking back felt nice but I also didn't want to slow them.
From here we made good progress once more, or so it felt. It rained a little more but I felt like we were all ready to make it to North River Gap. I felt good through here, I may have needed to eat according to the schedule but I also knew I would be getting food at NRG. I'm glad I didn't eat. We got to NRG and were welcomed by many cars and lots of lights, Mary Beth and Rebecca were there to see if we needed anything but my crew got me in and sat me down. I needed Tums, Erin saw to that. Jordan, Tyler's wife, was there and the crew as a whole seemed much better and efficient, like there were just waiting for their missing piece to come together, they forced, and I mean FORCED tons of food on me, PB&J, quesadillas, soup, coffee, mountain dew, "I can't eat all of this food" I pleaded, "You're eating it" they told me, "you told us to not listen to you if you said you were eating, to make sure you ate when we saw you". Boy, I'm glad I am so good at telling my crew just how much a pain in the ass I'm going to be?
I saw Kevin, he was looking at me ready to go. I had run all night (it was about 2 am) with them, I couldn't lose them now. But my crew said no, you have to eat a little more. They gave me some food to take along and after a few more bites they let me go. I got to leave with my group. The food my crew gave me, yep, I tossed it in the woods. I was stuffed. They had forced so much food on me. I had to stop to go to the bathroom. The boys pulled ahead. Kevin looked back and I told him not to wait on me, that I didn't feel good, I ate too much. And just like that, after wanting so badly to have company, they pulled away into the fog and darkness. And for one mighty fine second, I was a little pissed at how much my crew made me eat. And for 53 minutes (yes I timed it, what else was I going to do hiking up a steep dark mountain alone at 3 am?) my stomach and I were at odds. But it wasn't so bad, and I did have a good conversation with Jeff (who is real) and I didn't get sleepy or see garden gnomes so all in all it was pretty ok. My stomach felt better and then I moved some better and then I caught back up with my BRTR friends, we still had another 3 or so miles to the top of the climb. I told them that my crew had made me eat all that food but it was probably perfect, going up that hill is so long it's really a perfect time to eat a good amount of food.
We hiked and ran (new this year) but Brenton started to feel tired. I offered him Vivarin, which I'm pretty sure he didn't trust at first but with the passing of time and the increasing fatigue I convinced him to take my little miracle pills. A few minutes later Mike said he'd take one too. We got to the top of Little Bald in 2:10, a little after 4 am I think it was. I was particularly stoked about this since I'm pretty sure it took me well over 3 hours for this section last year. The aid station, like before, seemed so much further away than possible.
It was good to see familiar BRTR faces at Little Bald and Shane got me some broth in a square cup that I'm pretty sure was communal and then some coke while Brenton stood there and said "Alexis, there's a girl" (Megan) I had been running in 2nd since Dowell's and then he said "Alexis, there's another girl" (Lori) and then I saw them all running away, all of them, the girls and my guys (yes I'm well aware I'm using the possessive "my"). That's how it played in my mind anyways. It was the middle of the night, I didn't care that women I see as particularly strong were catching back up to and passing me. Maybe I should? I wasn't feeling tired necessarily but I didn't feel great either, my stomach had been plaguing me for miles and I just didn't feel like playing chase.
I started to leave the aid station but it was so cold and windy that I went back for my drop bag and the jacket I had stowed away. Good call, thankful I went back for it. I heard Lori say "I feel fantastic". Maybe she felt so, but I wondered if she said it for my benefit. Either way I mulled it over. I did not feel fantastic. I was cold and a little bored and tired of the gosh darn flippin fog! And where were my friends now, had I finally lost them? I felt like I was failing more and more often to keep up with them.
It was feeling like work, and on a really good day I like work, at this moment I just focused on making forward moving progress. I ran along and the stomach got worked up again as I struggled to catch back up with the group. I felt like they were chasing Megan and Lori and I wanted no part of that. Finally at 45 miles I pulled my iPod out. I felt like I would be close in on the guys and then I would fall back. I would get even with them and then they would disappear in the deep fog. I decided to set my mind on the turn around. Being goal oriented this was perfect.
Jordan Chang's aid station crew at Reddish were a nice reprieve but I felt like as soon as we got there we were off and headed up to the point and the punch. I headed that way but I couldn't see anything, and for a moment I actually missed the previous year's sunrise with Todd. Instead of sunrise we got a wild goose chase finding the punch in the thick mix of night and fog. I had just punched my bib and once more I was alone. I took it to mean our time as a group was officially over, we were all near the turn around, we were all near sunrise, the company wasn't important anymore. I went back to my music, set my sights on making my turn around time goal.
Going into Grindstone I hadn't really believed I could run sub 26 but I figured to give it a chance I had to make the turn around in 12:30-13 hours, which meant 6:30 or 7 am. With that goal in mind I ran the last section of road a little hard, maybe too hard, I don't know. I like a time goal, it keeps me moving. I wanted 12:30, I made it in 12:28. Running a little harder and knowing that we were almost halfway did lighten my mood, we were starting to see more and more runners headed back in from the turn around and I knew we were also moving closer to sunrise. Even though I thought they were gone I ended up catching and matching Kevin, Mike and Brenton's pace in for the turn around, though none of us really spoke the rest of our time together.
I was supposed to pick up a pacer, Robbie Shull here at the halfway point. He had graciously signed on days before to pace and he along with Randy were supposed to be here at 6:30, I hung around until 6:46 but turns out they were lost and didn't make it, by then Kevin and Mike were long gone and I had to get going. I couldn't wait any longer. I had sat in a chair long enough eating oatmeal and changing socks. I tried to get Brenton (and Andrew, his pacer) to come with me, but Brenton said I was too fast, haha.
I started out and I was all alone, but I had my iPod and was actually feeling pretty good. I didn't know how the race would play out but I felt good about making my goal to the turn around. I turned my headlamp off because it didn't seem to be of much use with the very heavy fog. I enjoyed seeing several familiar faces headed to the turn around (I was certain Elisa was going to catch me!) and started up conversations with the few people I came across, including Kevin Townsend, who gave me a wonderful compliment on my hiking. I ran and walked but once more my stomach went sour, this time I had to retreat to the woods twice. I thought several times I saw runners ahead in the distance but it just turned out to be the sunrise playing tricks with the fog and the trees. I didn't stop at Reddish on the way back through, I listened to my music a lot until I heard voices behind me. It was Brenton and Andrew, turns out I am not that fast ;). They were good company back to the Little Bald AS. I wasn't planning on stopping at the AS either way but when I asked where the boys were Shane told me Kevin and Mike were 3 minutes up. Brenton and Andrew stopped and I kept on.
In this next section I came across Mike Mitchell, and other than Bethany Williams and Anna Evans (who I assumed were in the loop at Reddish), I had seen all of our Blue Ridge Trail Runners on the course, I was a happy girl to see Mike. He had me a little nervous on Wednesday evening before the race so to see him still in the game was a good and powerful moment. He didn't seem particularly happy but I had faith in him, he's a stubborn man, I was encouraged seeing him there.
When I made the turn to descend back to NRG I thought of Elisa Rollins. During the training run the girl had owned that section which is mostly but not all downhill, I was alone, and my knees were still in tact, whether it is ill advised or not I decided to take the breaks off and just give it all that I had. It was maybe the only time in the entire 100 miles where I thought how someone else might run and let that encourage me, I ran the small ups and I ran the downs. And about halfway down I came across Mike P and Kevin. We ran most of the rest of the way down semi hard until we caught Megan and Lori. Megan offered to let me pass but I just didn't trust myself, I didn't feel like pulling ahead temporarily of people who would likely pass me back, I don't care for leapfrogging. We stayed behind but it did lift me momentarily that I had indeed caught all of these people who I had figured I wouldn't see again during the race.
We came into NRG in this huge group, about seven of us, and I had only just sat down when Lori and her pacer took off up the road. I had to change my socks and eat several hundred calories (tater tots, quesadillas, coffee, mountain dew) and say hello to all the many familiar faces at the aid station. I picked up Erin, my sister, to pace me to Dowell's. Because I had missed Robbie at the turn around (he had gotten there about 8 am after getting lost and paced Bethany Williams instead) and was running ahead of my assumed schedule I fretted, "I need you to call Don! Tell him I'm going to be at Dowell's before 2!" I had begged and pleaded and begged Don Kidd some more to pace me in from Dowell's after Grindstone's one week postponement had changed my initial pacers entirely, now I was worried that he wouldn't get to do the whole section, though I figured if worst came to worst he could run from Falls Hollow in.
Erin and I took off from NRG inbound at just around 10 am. We were running well enough until we met a climb. Then I kind of fell off and Kevin and his pacer passed me. We leapfrogged a little this next mile or so before Kevin and his guy left for good. I didn't know it at the time but that was the last of my running with Kevin for the run. We had had a good run. Now we each had our pacers to help us.
My race started to go downhill here, and it did for a while. The good news here is that, while maybe not on the surface my mental training to remain as positive as possible did pay off, at least some, through these low times. First my stomach was once more sour, by now I had taken a few pitstops and some had been semi urgent so I kept stopping, just to see, if you know what I mean. Erin urged me to put my music back in, and that worked as a beautiful distraction, Imagine Dragons "Polaroid" got me going and I perked up and ran until I caught Megan, she and I and our pacers then hiked along for some time catching up and chatting.
At Lookout I saw Kevin leaving but he was gone before we got to the Aid Station. Megan was in and out quickly too. Sophie was making eggs and I ate some of those and washed them down with some cola. She told me that Amy and Lori were a few minutes ahead and Megan was just up ahead. It wasn't three minutes out of that AS I had to stop and take care of things again. But now, between the stops, my entire lower region was on fire. I applied some vaseline and hoped for the best. I told Erin that I wanted to catch back up with Kevin and we set off on our way but instead we caught Megan and when I told her we were trying to catch my running partner she ran with us. And I can't really explain it, but my fire burned out quickly. I wasn't feeling great and I suppose I felt Megan would make good enough pace and I didn't have a fire in me, and if there's anything I regret about Grindstone it is that. But keeping that fire burning for 100 miles is some kind of goal to work on, so I will take it.
We were climbing and I fell back once more behind Megan and her pacer and Erin reminded me that I run better with someone and encouraged me to put my music in and I did and we caught back up with Megan just as she stepped off the trail, she said she needed to eat but she didn't look great either. She kind of looked how I was starting to feel. At the top of that climb we reached the split on the TWOT that takes you to Dowell's. I pumped my arms in the air, I was so ready to be descending. At this point my hips down to the ends of my toes were miserable and screaming, my bottom was on fire, my stomach still a wreck and I started dreaming of the aid station. I told Erin I needed pepto, aquaphor, new socks and shoes and finally, at 80 miles, some Ibuprofen. And if that wasn't enough, if Don wasn't there, for her to run me in from Dowell's to the next AS, I didn't trust being alone anymore.
She agreed and said that other than her knee bothering her and getting some ibuprofen she was game for going on with me, this was super incredible of her as she is mostly a shorter distance road runner, she was going above and beyond for her crazy sister. I had to stop two or three times on the descent just to settle my stomach and I didn't glide through this section like I had envisioned only a few miles before. I kept reminding myself that there had been all of these little problems but that we had met them and overcome them. I told Erin that if the crew didn't have my shoes we would just wait for the next AS, I was at the point that I just wanted to keep moving. It was 1 pm when we excited the woods at Dowell's. I told Erin to run on and get the stuff ready, I would walk it in, it was only a few hundred feet but I could use the time for them to ready the stuff.
It was 1:05, I knew Don wouldn't be there. By the time I reached the actual aid station and sat down Erin said "Jordan is going to run with you this next section, Don will meet you there." Jordan was gone running to the car for my other pair of shoes before I could tell her we would just wait for the next AS. I sat down and drank Mountain dew and took my first ibuprofen of the day, I was so ready for it. I ate a bowl of mashed potatoes and then another while I had my socks and shoes changed, Erin, Tyler and Jordan all did an excellent job helping with my gross feet. Jordan was there with the new shoes (that happened to be the older pair) and I had a few more bites of mashed potatoes and we got up to leave Dowell's at 1:13pm just as Mike P was coming in, he said he felt a little better the last section but that was also the last time I saw him during the race. We were going down the hill leaving the aid station and there was Don, dressed and ready to run, 45 minutes earlier than I had asked him to be there. I think I yelled "DON" really loud. In that moment, I was a very pleased individual, it was like seeing the scramble behind the scenes my crew had been anxiously working on coming together right before my weary eyes.
Don and I left and I expected those mashed potatoes to set in right away but they weren't. By this time (actually leaving NRG) I had switched to Tailwind for hydration and between the two I was surprised to be feeling kind of bonky. But at least I had taken vitamin I, the legs would soon feel better I assumed. We ran a little ways better than I was feeling and I thought about telling Don that I couldn't keep the pace but I liked the pull so I let it happen. But then not long after, just as we had started the climb up Crawford I felt a very painful stab in my left Achilles. It had bothered me off and on all year, it had bothered me the Sunday before, but not like this, this was reminiscent of the pain at Western States. And then I felt it again. And again. It hurt, it took me down each time it sent that shooting pain, I was running in 3rd place, ahead of last year's time by over 3 hours, and in that moment I saw the end, the Achilles was going to take me down. And for a split second I thought I was going to cry between the pain and disappointment. Here was Don, racing to get here and I was going to let him down. Here was my crew working so hard and I just can't physically take the distance.
It isn't about wanting to quit sometimes, it's about not being able to do what I want to be able to do. In this moment I saw the previous 19 hours worth of work at risk. And then I thought about Western States and how I know I could have done better, I let the Achilles run the show. I had to fix it somehow, I remembered Frank G. After my Achilles injury the summer of 2013 he cut the back of my Hokas off, that relieved at least some of the pain and pressure off of the achilles. That's what we would have to do, just make it to Falls Hollow, Alexis, we will fix it! I told Don the plan, that when we got close he would run ahead and tell the crew that we needed scissors and then we were cutting the backs of my hokas out, but not the Hokas I just ran 80 miles in, the ones I'm wearing because they have more miles on them. And it was like having a plan made it easier to keep moving. I still had the stabbing pains, but I grimaced and kept moving forward. Don did his best to distract me and make sure that I ate on schedule which at this point was GU.
When we reached the top of Crawford I thought it would be smooth sailing to the scissors (my crew). But the pain was only somewhat better on the downs. To make matters worse my stomach went from bad to worse and I had to stop urgently, I sent Don on even though the AS was still more than a mile away. I was glad he went on when I had to stop two more times in a matter of minutes.
Getting to Falls Hollow was a good feeling. I sat down because there was always a chair ready and waiting and I was able to take more Pepto and Don cut the backs of both of my Hokas out, I ate some Mac and Cheese and drank more Mountain Dew, Don gave me the bottom half of a Panera bagel (which was pretty awesome even if I threw half of it in the woods, it's just what I do).
The alteration to the shoe helped drastically take the pressure off of the angry achilles but we weren't out of the woods and Elliots proved to be the toughest of the climbs. I felt so tired even though it was 3:30 in the afternoon. I felt like I couldn't walk straight which made me nervous as I worried I would just fall off the side of the mountain. I stopped dead once and Don told me to just keep moving, he reminded me to eat and I ate a GU and he took the wrapper, which was very smart of him because I have stuffed half eaten GU wrappers in my vest before. He told me as we were climbing that we were keeping a good pace and I really thought he was just being nice, he asked if I wanted to know what we were on pace for, I figured it may be good to know but when he said 25 hours I didn't really trust it. I can't explain it but when he said it I still had the thought in my mind that I would be thrilled to hit 26 hours.
When Elliots straightened out Don kept me moving even though I wanted to walk more than I did, but he wasn't mean and if I ran a stretch and walked some he didn't say much. I remembered how terrible the wind and the nightfall had been last year and was thankful for the first real bit of sunlight we had for the whole race. Like last year though this section seemed to go on for a cruel length of time. Finally we hit the gravel road. And just as we did there was Marc Griffin, he said he'd been chasing us for a while. And then he said six magic words, "We're on pace for 25 hours."
Now I don't know why when Don said it I didn't believe it, I guess I just thought he was being kind to me as my pacer, filling me with hope. But when Marc said it I had this thought instantaneously, "Then let's make it 24:59." I didn't tell Marc or Don but I was now on a mission, not only to run what I thought was impossible an hour ago (sub 26) but now sub 25. I wanted that daylight finish!
We ran hard and fast down the gravel road even though everything hurt, Don told me to lean forward and not back and when I made that small change I felt like we ran even faster. On the next section of trail we moved swiftly, I listened to music and when Frank Turner's 'Recovery' came on I played it twice if nothing else for the line "I've been battered but I've got thicker skin and the best people I know looking out for me". I really did feel like I had the very best people looking out for me.
Don told me to eat again, I didn't want to but he made me eat 3 crackers. They weren't easy but he reminded me what I ate now would help me later. He reminded me that all we had left was a Wednesday night run. I looked at my watch and it was just after 5, I was still a little weary of the sub 25. The last part of this section on road did seem endless and Don ended up running ahead, though now I can't remember why. When I got to the AS they sat me down and gave me two more ibuprofen and two Vivarin though I took them before I registered what it was I had just swallowed. I wondered why they gave me Vivarin but I do think it gave me a little jolt the last 5 or so miles.
The last 5 were fun. We didn't kill it, Don and Marc both reminded me a time or two to slow it down that I would easily make the finish I wanted but in retrospect I do wonder if I could have been a few minutes quicker, however the other side it that I broke every goal I had out there. I finished in daylight, in 24:37, a 3:51 PR, 3rd female and 20th overall with a stop for a picture at a mile to go ;). I didn't expect any of that to happen on my best day and even if some of the placement was because Grindstone was a week later it still marks a great improvement for the distance for me.
-Alexis
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