I was floored! So with little time to get the okay from my chain-of-command, I worked at finding out what I could do to be involved. I had helped the HOH's back in September of last year and thought that it was a great group of people.
I asked for and got the clearance from both of my superiors; my military bosses and Household-6! I would start the first leg of the journey with John and his group and travel from Fort Benning about 16 miles.
On Tuesday, I got to talk with John and he told me that it would be about 17 miles, and that they were going to stop at the Four Winds Resturant for breakfast. Better known around these parts as the "Ranger Burger," it's a down home place to get great food at a low price. What I would soon learn from ultra-marathoners is that eating and running come hand in hand, and not as separate entities. Again, I was floored at his invitation, as we had just introduced ourselves. He was completely down to earth and a cool guy ... who just happened to have won the Pinhoti 100 mile Endurance trail race!
On Wednesday and Thursday I found myself nursing a possible case of shin splints, but it's on the front of my lower right leg instead of to the side a bit. Using RICE, I prepared for battle knowing that there was no way I was not going to do this great feat. John wrote on his blog Thursday, "...I have also been somewhat apprehensive about what the next 270 miles holds. The mystery of the next 270 miles is what makes this run so interesting. The unknown is what makes it exciting." I said to myself, I'm completely nervous about just doing 17 miles on this run.
At just after 4 AM we were on our way, with a Military Police escort and a news camera crew filming from a convertible VW Beetle, through the gates and onto main post Fort Benning. We went right by the headquarters and the second Iron Mike statue, then down through the golf course. At about 4 miles, we stopped so some people could make a pit stop, then out we went onto the main road. Dixie Road is usually off limits to runners, so this was the first time I have ever been seen by a cop on Dixie Road and not been told to leave.
We all rotated around our small group of people, telling stories and hearing about how they came to learn about this event and come out to motivate. It was really quite a neat feeling to be in a group of runners who all want to be there, instead of in the Army where some of the people are there running because they have to. The atmosphere was light, and we just all cruised along. Past Kelley Hill, by the Air Assault and Pre-Ranger course, then a turn down past the Sniper School and Ranger Training Brigade.
Just before we ran out of road, and the asphalt turned into trail, the sun came up. It was a beautiful morning and soon we regrouped with the road crew. Several members said their goodbye's and after a few photo shots, they were off to where they had pre-staged their cars. Then it was just John, Ron? and I who jumped the guardrail and took off for the last three miles to Ranger Burger.
It was during that time that I was able to really talk with John and find out why he went into ultra running. I sometimes feel like a freak that I have this uncanny desire to run super long distances ... yet I can. It is really unique to me to find somebody that has set themselves up with a similar set of goals and is as easy going to talk to as John. All three of us chatted as we ran up the hills until arriving at the Four Winds.
The road crew was all there, and we got greeted by Mrs. Cox, who took our orders immediately. After breakfast, the runners were off again and I had to bid a farewell to them at that point. The time for me to get into work was now fast approaching. It is such a great thing to see the amount of support there was for his efforts, the veterans and the House of Heroes. It was Johns' son who drove me back to my car.
Thank You and God Speed on your Journey.





