We left off at the train...

JFK 50 mile race

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Today’s next chapter of the JFK 50-mile race takes place on the historic C & O Towpath. By sharing my experience, I hope to inspire you to chase an ambitious goal in 2025, whether it's this race or a personal challenge.

Part 5: C & O Towpath.

Photo credit: H3 Photography

My smile faded. Where’s Felicia? I was hopeful she had crossed the tracks and wouldn’t be stuck at mile 16. I whirled around, searching for her orange hat or a flash of yellow gloves. Nothing. The train’s whistle blared. My stomach sank.

I picked up the pace as I watched the train chug past. It was longer than I thought…could it go any faster?

A runner came up beside me. He smiled, “That was close.”

I nodded, “Sure was!”

We charged ahead on the flat stone path, with the Potomac River on our left. It felt good to look up instead of down at my feet. The sun made the water glisten a brilliant blue.

I turned to the runner next to me, “It’s gorgeous.”

He nodded, “Is this your first JFK 50?”

“Yes. How about you?”

He smiled, “This is my fourth time. I love it.”

“Wow, that’s awesome!” I grinned. “Did you ever get stuck behind the train?”

He laughed, “No, I’ve been lucky.”

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My feet found their rhythm, each step a steady beat against the path. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as colorful shirts dotted the long stretch ahead. Runners moved in packs and alone, their presence lifted my spirits. My chest felt light, my breath calm.

The next aid station beckoned with a promise of support and camaraderie. I quickened my pace, eager for a treat and encouragement.

A man dressed in a reindeer costume stood in the middle of the towpath offering enthusiastic high fives. I grinned as our hands met in a cheerful slap. Tables were lined up on the right and left of the towpath. I grabbed a small boiled potato, took a few bites, then sipped some water. I thanked the volunteers as I scanned the goodies they had provided. Chips sound good. I grabbed a handful and kept moving as I crunched the salty snack.

Grr, I need to use the bathroom.

I scanned the tree-lined towpath, searching for the perfect tree to hide behind. The trees were narrow, and the leaf-covered ground seemed unstable for a quick stop. I decided to continue running, hoping to come across a porta-potty soon.

My patience was rewarded when I spotted a green one on the right side of the path. I prayed it wasn’t occupied. I picked up my pace, catching up to another runner who seemed to be heading in the same direction. An unspoken sense of competition hung between us as we both approached. To my relief, he waved me ahead, letting me go first.

I was in and out in no time. I wondered what goodies would await me at the next aid station as my tongue rolled over a piece of chip stuck in my teeth.

Get to the next aid station.

When my mind veered to the burn of my feet or the discomfort in my stomach, I turned to mantras—be brave & believe. Courage over comfort and prayer—Dear Heavenly Father, nothing is impossible for you. I need your help. Let your mighty power, strength, and grace fill my legs, heart, and mind. Amen

Deep breath.

Names whispered against my skin—Jennifer, T, Ame, Debi, Sally—each name a silent tribute. I carried fifty stories tied together to anchor me. I lifted my chin with a spring in my step and a soft crunch under my sneakers. Even though blisters burned my toes their sting couldn't quiet the fierce joy humming within me.

I was here. I was running. I was honoring them.

To be continued…. ( I hope to finish the story before Christmas!)

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