Letter from the President (September 2019)

by Steve Maguire

For any of our Pacer members about to embark on Blues Cruise, our signature 50k, here’s a fun fact to think about. Ketchup, or “koe-cheup” as it was referred to by the Chinese, was not originally tomato-based. It was made of fermented pastes, fish entrails, meat byproducts, and soybeans. Chicken or Egg dilemma, as this sounds like yesterday’s ketchup is today’s hot dog. (I’m not judging; I’m a big fan of both Berks at the ballpark and Hippy dogs.)

This food tidbit comes from a recent series on the History channel, “The Food That Built America.” There’s a time limit on Blues Cruise (a bit less than 200 years), but I’m sure the Aid Station Captains will take the runners on a similar food adventure.  The Club, Race Directors, and extended volunteers take pride in their themed aid stations providing fluids, food, merriment, and encouragement to the capacity 400 plus runners.  

As you read this, Dan Govern, Mike Yoder, and their teams are putting the final touches on this 50k event for October 6th and have asked Mother Nature to do her part.  Stop out to share a bit of your time or join the race.  All are welcome. 

Sunday, when the race is over, we’ll be loading up the trailer. Yes, a trailer. This asset, almost a year in the making, is 12 feet long, 6 feet wide, and 7 feet tall.  (We needed the height for Jon Durand.) At the moment it’s white and in need of a few Pacer members interested in helping design and execute the graphics portion.  Reach out via Facebook, or email if you’d like to be involved. 

Speaking of getting involved, the Pacer Board met in September covering a few details of which many were support and position related.  Entering into the November election period we will likely have a few vacancies to fill and members up for reelection. This will be formalized at the October 10th General Meeting–during which nominations will be accepted–and the vote will take place at the November meeting.  We’re also looking for some energetic new faces to join some of the committees or get their feet wet supporting a Race Director.  Entering the winter months, what better time to get involved, toss out ideas, and socialize with like minded members? I expect Walleyball, and a hockey game, to name some of the events that will be on the horizon. 

This is a social club, and with the passing of a local legend, Michael Ranck, we reflect on the times that we engage, tell stories, teach, and are taught.  Stealing a quote from Lord of the Rings: “It’s a gift to exist, and with existence comes suffering.” The fact that Mike finished each of the 45 Harrisburg Marathons is a testament to living life with gusto and celebration.  Given his history with teaching and the grandkids, I’m sure he would find joy in Tim Kirk’s proposal to Kelly Murdock at Labor Pains, and the recent marriage of Sam Dever and Alyssa Kennedy.

If you still have energy in those legs for a run or had a good time volunteering at Blues Cruise, you may get solicited by club members Ellie Sterling Alderfer and Beth Kohl for October 13th.   The Reading Hospital Road Run has a new half marathon course, which I anticipate may prove to be fast and well-spectated.   Expect to see many of our members out both racing and volunteering. The race benefits the Friends of Reading Hospital, which, as an organization, supports many similar interests as our club. For example, they’ve placed over 500 AEDs in Berks County. 

Time to quit typing, got to run……. Steve

THE RUT MOUNTAIN RACES 2019 – One.Long.Day.

by Christine Le

About the race: In 2013, race directors Mike Foote and Mike Wolfe sought to create the toughest 50k skyrace in the United States, and Big Sky, Montana was just the place. A skyrace is considered an extreme sport of mountain running above 6,600 ft., where the incline grade exceeds 30%, and where the climbing difficulty does not exceed II°. The Rut Mountain Runs are held every year at Big Sky, and consist of four different races: a 50k, 28k, 11k, and the Vertical Kilometer (VK). Competitors also have the option of completing the Rut Trifecta: the VK, 28k, 50k. That’s three races in three days! What began as a total field of 300 runners grew to about 3,000 runners from all 50 states.
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At the start of 2019, I found myself stuck in a pretty dark place. I longed to fill that fire that once burned so intensely but was then slowing to a single wavering flame. Stuck in a rut, as they say. On January 8th, I decided to gift myself a birthday present by signing up for The Rut 28k. 12:07 A.M. – I was in. By then I was becoming partial to a particular type of playground: unforgiving, technical mountain trails. The views are breathtaking, the descents are exhilarating, and the climbs keep me humbled. The 25k(ish) distance was also a sweet spot for a good agility, endurance and mental challenge. The Rut fit the bill. Races are not cure-alls, but it gave me something to focus on, at least temporarily. Two other friends signed up for the adventure, and shortly after, we were making plans to head to Montana come end up of August.
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Fast-forward to the end of July. Tickets were bought. Room reservations were made. The Rut was 4 weeks away and I was about 90% confident that I was going to drop out. Sure, it looked like a good time, but I wasn’t having a good time. My mind and body were not responding well to training, and I was juggling either traveling or working long 6-7 day stretches every other week (shout-out to the graveyard shift). Add in many other life stressors, and I had my first DNF at my favorite Escarpment Trail Run. I often try to recognize how entirely lucky I am to have such opportunities – to have an able-body – but I was completely drained. Doubts started to creep in, and I began to wonder what I was doing at all. Equally so, I also try not to take time for granted. This race may not come again. I had to breathe, dig deep, and reanalyze.
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3 weeks until race day. I tried to recall the progression workouts I used to do while competing in school. I eventually threw out that idea. I’m not that structured competitor right now. Instead, I made changes to my diet, workout nutrition, training runs, social outings, media consumption, and threw in some speed and tempo workouts. 2 weeks to go and I felt myself coming back. With all the videos, maps, and descriptions of prior Rut races, I had a general idea what I was getting myself into. I have never run at altitude, but my saving grace was knowing the Presidential Traverse was about 1,000 ft. more than I would be climbing at the race. That and Dry Bar Comedy.
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We flew into Bozeman, Montana and drove to the Big Sky Resort Friday afternoon. The 28k race would start the next day, Saturday, August 31st. No better way to prepare for altitude than throwing yourself into it right away! This was received advice: run at altitude within the next 24 hours of exposure or acclimate a week and half ahead of time. I do not recommend this to everyone. The resort sits about 7,500 ft. above sea level. This was already higher than any point in Pennsylvania. The highest climb on the course would put us above 11,000 ft. As soon as we arrived at Big Sky, I immediately felt my lungs hampered. Was it pre-race nerves or altitude? I could not tell. We picked up our race packets and scoped the area. The infamous Lone Peak mountain loomed over us. It was like staring up at Hyner View…only it was about 9,000 ft. taller. We would climb that the very next morning. My friends, Laura (F&M Track Club) and Paul (Lancaster Road Runners Club), went for an easy jog while I stayed back trying to relieve major pre-race anxiety. We all train with different running clubs with some overlap, so it’s tough to determine how well prepared any of us were for the race. Still, I was grateful we were all there to take on the challenge.


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The 28k race started at 8:00 A.M. Four different waves would start every 5 minutes. I placed myself in Wave 3 when I initially signed up having really zero clue what a realistic goal would be at the time. Some aspects I kept close: 1) don’t drop out, 2) beat that time goal, 3) have fun – “run your race,” as coach used to say. As soon as the elk horn was blown, I darted out with the lead male. And boy, was that the fastest second-guessing-switcharoo I’ve done in race for quite a long time. I can get out fast, but it does not mean I should stay there. Almost immediately, my nerves kicked in at full force. I found I had trouble breathing, and my legs went completely numb. For some reason I knew it wasn’t altitude related. 13 years of racing, and race anxiety is still going strong. As long as I could calm that anxiety, I could really focus. I slowed it down and calmed my nerves for the next 2.5 miles. Everyone knew what monstrous climbs were coming up, so we paced pretty generously. Much of the next few miles were a slow climb of double track dirt roads and single-track trails. Casual conversation and dirt-filled shuffles later, we had climbed to 9,000 ft. I already started to dislike the dry dirt trails. There was no real place to grip my footing, and I began to question my choice in race shoes. A small inconvenience that could not overshadow the already incredible views of the valley.
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We then hit the base of Headwaters Ridge. This was to be the first major climb – about 2 miles of steep uphill with about 1,000 ft. of climbing up to the ridgeline. The route was rocky, loose, and exposed (known as scree). This excited me way more than it should have, but this was my type of playground!! I was relieved to find rocky foot grips to climb and then astonished by how slow everyone around me was going. I don’t consider myself a great climber but surely we could go a little faster. Route bottlenecks this early on in the race cannot be rushed. Sometimes it’s a blessing in disguise. Once we hit the top of Headwaters, it was off to run across the rocky scree ridgeline. I was so elated to hopscotch across the scree that I passed a good number of other runners. Scree and incredible ridgeline views! Once we hit the downhill portion, I opted to move past the more cautious goers. At that point, the route was descending with half dirt, half scree. As I was trying to pass others on the right side, I ended up slipping and doing a 360 spin and slide down this dirt descent until my feet could grab a hold to brake. Gracefully nailed it. We continued onto a dirt road with a steady climb up to the Swiftcurrent aid station.
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By then, the route had been entirely exposed to the hot sun. I thanked the numerous cheering spectators, high-fived the man in costume, and waited while the aid station helped fill my hydration bladder. No reason to rush to the arduous climb cleverly named Bone Crusher. From there, we continued to climb all the way to the top of Lone Peak sitting at 11,166 ft. Mentally, I knew I had climbed long rocky, exposed peaks in the past. This was only a little over 2,000 ft. climb, right? It felt by far the longest.climb.ever. The base of Bone Crusher was a mix of dirt and loose gravel. I found myself frantically begging for the surface to transition from loose dirt to scree to give my legs a break. Once in a while people would stop on the side of the trail to catch their breath. I thought to myself surely this is where I would feel the real effects of altitude. It never happened, at least not that I noticed. Neither nausea, lightheadedness, nor stomach issues affected me. If anything, my legs were just tired. A woman in front of me stopped to gasp for air, pointing out that the altitude was making it tough to breathe. I was not so sure. It’s always tough for me to breathe while climbing, especially up a mountain. My lungs did not feel any more labored than they usually do, so I just kept climbing. With every few gasps for air, I tried to take in the vast beauty of the mountain valleys. The last 10 feet was extremely tiring to climb, but once I reached the top of Lone Peak, I let out a sigh of relief that the worst climb was finally done. Looking back, climbing Lone Peak felt no more difficult than climbing Blackhead Mountain at Escarpment. Maybe it’s that east coast humidity.
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The next descent was absolutely insane. I knew I was a decent downhill runner, but I didn’t anticipate how fast and how slick this descent would be. Between gravity and downhill speed, I was running down about 2,600 ft. of loose dirt and very sharp turns at a rapid pace. I slipped several times trying to avoid running into other people, thanking them as I went by, but also wincing at my cut-up legs, hip, hands and throbbing quads. Once the speed builds, there’s no stopping down that mountain. I was somewhat grateful for the change in terrain at the bottom. The loose dirt soon turned into a segment of loose gravel, which I pretty much surfed/slid through. Once I reached the bottom of the mountain, I realized it was the first time I was running alone since the start of the race. That descent was exhilarating, but it also really hurt.
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The few flat dirt roads we were rewarded with afterwards turned out not to feel so runnable under trashed legs. I pushed on as each incline after felt worse than the last. I still have 5 more miles?! We entered a heavily wooded section of trail later to be discovered named “Africa” with 3 more miles to go. In my head, I thought to tough it out and push this last 5k. Little did I know that Africa would be an absolute nightmare. Not only did the trees trap the heat closer to the trail, but the trail itself was incredibly steep, muddy, and rutted. This was not what I expected so close to the finish. The guy next to me fell over on the trail in exhaustion and defeat. I told him, “we’re almost there,” but also knew we had a feeling of mutual disappointment of what was ahead of us. Surely the worst prank a race director can pull that close to the finish. Curse those Mikes! But I should know better. I know Pennsylvania races. By the time I climbed out of Africa, I felt there was nothing left. We could hear a small group cheering us on from the top of the climb. There I saw Paul and was almost in tears when I realized we still had a steady exposed climb up to the last aid station.
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After reaching the last aid station, I sprinted down the trail to finish. Only ½ mile to go! My quads were not so willing, and my legs started cramping hard as I continued down another steep descent of dirt bike trails. With a bizarre twist of banked dirt trails and throbbing legs, I managed to push through the pain all the way to the finish. Phew! So glad I didn’t sign up for that 50k!
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All in all, The Rut 28k was a crazy good and painful time. It was well-organized, well-marked, and well, you just can’t beat that type of mountain running community! What was cool was to hear the finish announcer state where everyone was from. They suspected Laura and I must know each since we both hail from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We didn’t do so bad for a couple of Pennsylvania runners out there in the mountains. My favorite section: running along the scree-filled ridgelines. I’m like a kid in a candy store on that type of trail – not to forget the incredible 360 views! Would I do it again? Probably with more specific training under my belt. My growing interest in more technical terrain throughout the year ended up helping me train for this race even if I just saw it as play at the time. Still, that doesn’t quite cut it against the strong mountain running community out here. As for race photos, I typically do not take personal photos while racing. You will just have to Run the Rut to experience it!
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On-on to watch the kids’ Rut Runts Run, meet The North Face Speaker Series athletes Rob Krar and Coree Woltering, and then to cheer on Paul in the 50k!!

“Road Runners Can Be Trailblazers Too: A Profile of Kris Jacoby”

by Matt Brophy

Kris Jacoby lives in Exeter–her hometown since 2nd grade–with her husband, Steven. She is a mother of three (Andy, Dan, and Abel) and a two-time cancer survivor. She works for Lacey Electric, and when she’s not running, she enjoys solving puzzles, gardening, and reading.

Thanks to Sue Jackson, who recruited her, she’s also a relatively new member of the Pagoda Pacers. (This is her 2nd year in the club.) And thanks to Tom Chobot, who gave me a great lead, you’re about to learn her somewhat secret history as an elite, trailblazing distance runner.

Jacoby (who was “Kristen Bankes” at the time) first started running in high school. She played the sports her sister played (hockey, basketball, track), but she laments the fact that women’s sports weren’t taken seriously by many at the time.

Despite the lack of institutional support, Jacoby and her track teammates qualified for the district and state championship meets. The year was 1974, and it was the first time that girls were allowed to compete at this level. At the time, however, Jacoby admits that her own interest was elsewhere. She preferred team sports. “Track seemed like running without a purpose.” She also confessed to a persistent battle with nerves: “I threw up before every race.”

It was at Penn State that Jacoby truly began to fall in love with running. After dabbling in field hockey, she joined the cross country team with a friend. It was the first year that Penn State had a women’s cross country team, which consisted of seven pioneering athletes and a new coach.

The more rigorous training and higher mileage led to more success. She was also able to shorten and quicken her stride. But many challenges remained, such as finding competition. Since no other colleges in the region had a women’s cross country team, Jacoby and her teammates had to compete against high school girls on Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) clubs.

During her sophomore year, Penn State actually recruited three new state championship runners. (The original 7 had all been walk-ons.) Jacoby was encouraged to find that she could hold her own against these highly talented new recruits. During her sophomore, junior, and senior year, she was competing in Nationals, along with her teammates, in both cross country and track.

Jacoby formed a close friendship with her teammates, including Nationals champion Kathy Mills (now Kathy Parker), during college. While Mills often received more attention, Jacoby actually preferred avoiding the spotlight, and she admired how friendly and humble Mills remained. Jacoby remains friends with many of her college teammates, and they get together every three years for a reunion. 

After college, Jacoby returned to Berks and found herself a new coach: Jim Sutton. “Doc” (as he was known) encouraged her to shift her focus to road racing and to run longer distances. Sutton, Jacoby, and Beth Guerin often trained and raced together during these years. “We were almost akin to a team,” Jacoby reminisced. After a win and a couple other top-5 finishes in 10k races throughout PA, Jacoby ran her first marathon, along with Guerin, in March of 1979–the Prevention Marathon (now St. Luke’s) in Trexlertown–which she won, with a 2:58. The following year, she ran the race again (with Sutton this time), and she won again, shaving ten minutes off her previous time for what would end up being her personal best: a stunning 2:48:48. And this was done under adverse conditions: Jacoby remembers running parts of the race with numb feet after splashing through giant puddles of melted snow. 

Jacoby fondly remembers training and competing during those years. “I would meet Mr. Sutton at the Berkshire Mall after work and run. He would tell me what races to run, and I’d race almost every weekend. Beth and I were almost like sisters, often traveling together for races around the world.”

That went on for about five years, during which Jacoby won nine 10k’s in addition to her two marathon victories and wins at various other distances. She also competed in the national and international Avon races, organized by activist-runner Katherine Switzer, famous for her defiant Boston Marathon run in 1967. Switzer organized this race series to prove that women runners could compete at elite levels. 

In 1979, Jacoby won a 10-mile qualifying race in the Avon series in Newark, Delaware (58:42). She went on to finish second at the national Avon championship, in Springdale, Ohio (a 30k race, which she ran in 1:54:16), which enabled her to compete at the international championship in Germany. In 1980, she ran the series again, and again she made it to the international stage, competing in London this time, where she ran a 2:52 marathon. Not only did she have a great race, but she was also able to take a month’s leave from work, allowing her to tour England, Scotland, and Wales before returning to Pennsylvania. “Usually, when I traveled for a race, I’d have to go back right after,” she explained. “But this time I had time to explore. It was the trip of my life!” The only thing that compared was drinking her first margarita with Katherine Switzer after an Avon race in Pasadena and discovering it was the perfect post-race beverage (“Salt! Yes!”)

Just a couple months earlier that same year (1980), Jacoby had competed in the U.S. Olympic Trials in Eugene, Oregon. Impressed, yet? Jacoby modestly downplayed the accomplishment: “It was a fake event,” she explained. The Olympics had not yet recognized women’s running events beyond 1,500 meters, so her winning 10k time (33:45) wasn’t actually going to qualify her for anything. (Not mention the fact that the U.S. boycotted the Soviet-hosted Games that year due to Cold War politics.)

One of the most unusual events that Jacoby competed in (and won) was a 5k at Belmont Park in Long Island, where the Belmont Stakes is held. Running on a track designed for horseracing was a new experience. “The surface was lumpy,” she reminisced, “and we had to jump over haystacks.” Didn’t slow her down much: 18:06.

What finally did slow her down was settling down. After marrying and having kids, she found it hard to find the time to train regularly. “I still ran, but not as fast,” she told me, but then added, “Well, there was the Marine Corps Marathon in 1987. I ran that after having my second son.” And she ran it in 2:50. 

Now, Jacoby’s running priorities are to “just stay healthy and not do anything dumb.” But she’s still pretty competitive. When I asked her if there were races she would do just for the experience, she shook her head. If she’s going to race, she’s going to race.

And now, the next time she zooms by, you’ll know you’re being passed by a world-class athlete. 

Race Results: September 2019

Email race results to Race Results Coordinator Karen Rule at raceresults@pagodapacers.com.

Boulder Field 50K
103Diane Grim7:27:481st F 60+
134Barbara Raifsnider8:13:10
Boulder Field 18 Miler
14Michael Whalen2:54:301st in Age Group
21Ruth Machamer3:00:505th Female
34Jackie Snyder3:25:481st in Age Group
58Sandie Kincaid3:59:06
Conestoga Trail Run 10 Miler
Mike Yoder2:16:473rd M50-59
Jess Gockley2:20:511st Female
Mike Reddy2:27:04
Diane Grim2:27:312nd Female
Michael Whalen2:31:43
Christine Le2:33:14
Laura Yoder2:50:011st F50-59
Jackie Snyder2:52:102nd F50-59
Andy Keegan3:21:57
Paul Makurath3:48:30
Barbara Raifsnider4:01:23
KTA Trail Challenge 25K
Paul Makurath3:51:35
Bird in Hand Half Marathon
Aaron Kreider2:24:44
Independence Triathlon (1500m swim, 25 bike, 10K run)
Jeff Fussner2:41:143rd M55-59
Raine Fussner2:43:181st Female Master
Tex Mex 5K
Jeff Fussner21:021st M55-59
Raine Fussner21:301st Female Master
LVRR 5K
Raine Fussner21:591st F50-59
Jeff Fussner23:05
Stive Olympic Triathlon (1500m swim, 24 bike, 10K)
Jeff Fussner2:33:042nd M55-59
Raine Fussner2:35:541st F55-59
Lehigh Valley Donut Derby
Jeff Fussner +6 donuts1:29:253rd M50-59
Raine Fussner +9 donuts1:31:381st Female
LVRR September 5K
Raine Fussner22:141st Female
Jeff Fussner22:151st M50-59
Via Relay Marathon
Raine Fussner, Jeff Fussner, Scott Thomas, Shelby Brett, Mike Messerschmidt3:07:491st Place SuperMasters
OBX Olympic Triathlon
Jeff Fussner1:58:052nd M Master
Raine Fussner2:07:033rd Female
September TTT 5K
2Ben Hatt17:541st M30-39
8Jon Durand20:113rd M30-39
12Raine Fussner20:561st F50-59
17Kate Martin21:362nd F30-39
51Mary Boggs25:541st F Clyde
61Blair Hogg27:084th M50-59
67Karen Long27:461st F Master Clyde
72Barbara Raifsnider28:082nd F50-59
73Kristen Rothenberger28:101st F Open Clyde
84Larry Drogo29:09
88Julia Hager29:36
100 Lisa Domeshek30:41
129Rose Hagy37:561st F68-74
138Judy Antttonen44:191st F75+
Via Marathon
218/645Kate Martin3:34:21
298Matthew Brophy3:46:10
Run for the Heroes
5KJeff Borelli41:26
10KCyndi Borelli1:18:073rd F40-49
Labor Pains 12 hour
2James Blandford70 miles11:49:002nd Male
3Cody Harris6511:48:251st M30-39
4Rhoda Smoker100 K11:36::071st Female
14Dale Wiest55 miles11:22:071st M60-69
33Steve Vida50 miles10:38:14
52Katie Frederick50 miles11:21:07
65Michele Bare45 miles10:33:25
71Christine Daniels4511:02:27
72Brooke Schell4511:02:28
84Brock Kline4511:35:07
90Ruth Machamer408:41:00
126Tom Chobot4010:39:47
177Barbara Raifsnider3510:09:20
248Jim Demsko50K8:23:30
254Caroline Hill50K8:40:07
260Tania Salaneck50K8:54:38
261Sandie Kincaid50K8:55:43
265Olivia Vida50K8:58:05
283Kristen Rothenberger50K9:46:54
343Julia Hager26.2 miles8:05:07

Oley Country Classic: Volunteer or Register!

The OLEY VALLEY COUNRY CLASSIC runs have been a great event for

the past 24 years due to the support of the many volunteers that

come out early on a Sunday morning in November, braving the weather

of the day.

This year we hope for nice seasonal weather to gather 400 to 500

eager runners to compete in the 5K and 10 Mile runs, but again this

event will need club support with volunteers to cover many of the

areas of the race.  Pacers that want to run one of the runs can help

out early at the registration area and then run a desired run.

  There will be a sign up sheet at the Pagoda pacers October meeting

for volunteers to pick an area to help.

If you’re interested in volunteering, please get in touch:

Lenny Burton……..410-340-0589…..leonardeburton@gmail.com

Barry Goodhart…..484-824-5588…..barrygoodhart@gmail.com

If you’re interested in racing, CLICK HERE to register, or see the app below.

2019 Club Elections

Interested in running or nominating someone to run for the Pagoda Pacers Board of Directors or for club president?

Be sure to attend the General Meeting on Thursday, October 10, at the Blind Hartman’s Tavern, Pricetown Road.

Dinner will be served at 6:30pm; the meeting will follow at 7pm. All members are welcomed to attend.

Four spots on the Board of Directors are up for election, as is the club presidency. Nominate candidates at the October General Meeting, and vote at the November General Meeting.