Last Updated on September 29, 2019 by Heather Hart, ACSM EP, CSCS
I haven’t had the opportunity to write a race recap since October, so forgive me if this is long winded. It might be the concussion (more on that), or the dehydration. But it’s not everyday you read a snowshoe race recap, so I hope you enjoy.

Exhausted Finisher Smiles
Months ago, I discovered that the annual Peak Race’s snowshoe race was going to be held on my birthday. Now, let’s get one thing straight: I highly dislike winter. I’d use terms harsher than “highly dislike”, but I always try to see the bright side in everything, and not be such a negative Nancy; I hear it’s bad for your skin. So I highly “dislike” winter…but I’ve also learned over the years to embrace the term “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” Celebrating my birthday by pushing my physical limits, spending quality time on the trail with Geoff, and seeing a lot of my OCR friends sounded like a fantastic time to me. But since my birthday is in March and I live in VERMONT, a snowshoe race was pretty much the only option.
Early (and I mean EARLY) Saturday morning we made the drive up to Amee farm in Pittsfield VT, home of Peak Races (such as the Spartan Death Race) and the town of the original Spartan Race headquarters. As much as I hate to say it (simply because it gives the impression that I might just like this tundra after all)…it was the PERFECT day for a snowshoe race. With a temperature hovering around 30-32 degrees and light snow falling from the sky, it was indeed *cough cough beautiful cough ahem*. We picked up our race bibs, stickers, patches, t shirts, and winter beanies (epic swag you guys!) and headed back to the car to relax for a bit. I missed the memo about the 9 am start for the 10k, and somehow got the “be there by 6:45 am or else” idea stuck in my head instead, so needless to say, we had some time to kill.

Amee Farm
All of the extra time gave me the opportunity to really think about what I was going to wear for the race. Yes, I grew up in Vermont, but having been transplanted to the South for a decade seemed to have reset the “how to survive in the cold” instincts most Vermonters posses. I decided that a layer of underarmour tights was best paired with some knee high smartwool socks, and ANOTHER pair of tights over the top of those. An underarmour cold gear top, New England Spahtens tee shirt, and a wind blocking soft shell jacket on the top half (no, it wasn’t windy). As you can guess, I way overdressed, but I’d always rather be too hot than too cold. But the most important decision of the day was footwear. Last minute I decided to ditch my boots and run with my Merrell Proterra VIM Sport’s. The trail was packed, I have had experience using these shoes with snowshoes before, and they were FAR more comfortable to run in than boots. This was a decision that I would be incredibly happy with, and would even make up for the fact that I ended up sweating buckets in my many layers of clothing.

Waterproof sneakers for the win!
Once fueled, dressed, and social media duties of instagramming random nonsense were met, we grabbed our snowshoes and headed over to the barn to get ready for the race, and of course, socialize. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times, but I love my OCR family. Every race you run into SOMEONE you know, who is just as equally geeked to put themselves through some miserable race scenario. They are my soul sisters and brothers, they totally get it, and they inspire me daily. So after a ton of greetings, and mutual laughter over all of the “I’ve only been on snowshoes once before, how about you?” comments, the half marathon group lined up for their start. Mind you, at this point, the full marathon and 100 milers (yes, you read that right, 100 miles on snowshoes) had long since taken off (the marathon earlier that morning, the 100 milers the day before). There were participants carrying full rucks, axes, and logs. Some had done a death race training camp prior to the race. Joe DeSena gave a mini speech and a warning of recent moose spottings (while cute, they are super ornery, and thus, dangerous) and the half marathoners crossed the starting line.
Geoff and I headed to the greenhouse to put on some finishing touches, then stood by the fire waiting for the 10k heat to take off.

Warm Geoff.

Keeping track of the 100 mile racers
Eventually it was our turn. Same quick instructions (including the moose warning), and we were off.
For the first 300 yards, we walked. Slowly. Single file track, behind some racers who seemed to be in no rush whatsoever. I knew we were there for FUN, no way was I able to currently compete in snowshoes, on a mountain side. But at the same time, I had hoped to push myself a little bit, and wasn’t too happy about the thought of resigning myself to strolling 6 miles up and down a mountain side. Fortunately, someone behind us yelled “ON YOUR LEFT” when the opportunity to pass arose, and took off as people stepped aside. I fell in line right behind him, and Geoff behind me. Soon enough, we were clear, and able to run.
We quickly approached the bridge that took us across the White River. We had been warned to space ourselves out over this, as to not all end up *in* the river. Thankfully, when I got to the bridge, I was the only one on it, so we had no problem passing.
We ran around a few corners, and then it began: the climb.
I had been warned that there was a 1200 foot elevation climb over the course of each 6 mile loop. What I didn’t know was that the 1200 foot climb would be covered in the first 3 miles. We climbed, and stopped to rest, and climbed some more, and stopped. My calf muscles were on FIRE. My climbing skills have significantly increased over the last year, but 30 years of either a) not running, or b) living at sea level, have put me at a slight disadvantage to the rest of these mountain goats I was racing with. For the next three miles, we played the cat and mouse game with about 15 other people. They pass us, we pass them. And so on.

One of the very few clearings we were actually able to run.
And just when I thought my gastrocnemiuses were so tight they were going to hop off my leg and roll down the hill, we reached an area called the “labyrinth”: tons of young pine trees spaced very closely together, with just a tiny trail carved out for us to run through. It was dark and very fairy tale -esque.

I promise, despite the look, I’m having fun here.
I must say, as stoked as I am to move back down South, I’m really going to miss the beauty of these mountains. Soon we exited the labyrinth and we were at the peak. Praise the mountain gods, my legs were spent. At this point, we started passing some half marathoners, which gave me a much needed energy (and ego) boost, as we had started 30 minutes after them. I suppose the mountain wasn’t kicking my butt as *much* as I had thought, though we were still light years away from the leaders.
Then, the downhill began. Oh it was wonderful! I have never really “run” in snowshoes before, but soon I fell into a nice rhythm, and we were making pretty decent time…for being in snowshoes. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, and laughed at poor Geoff and his GIANT snowshoes , which kept tripping over each other on the narrowly packed trail. We started passing people left and right, and I was having an amazing time.
And then disaster #2 happened (I consider disaster #1 my severe lack in mountain climbing skills). We came around a corner and found ourselves stuck behind about 15 or so racers who were walking on a very narrow trail (with a hill on one side and a huge, steep bank on the other) . After about a minute or two, Geoff yelled up “Hey guys in the front, would you mind if we pass through?” Like the parting of the red sea, every single one of them simultaneously said “sure” and stepped to the side. It was really awesome. We ran ahead and yelled “thank you!” as we passed each one of them. No sooner did we get to the front of the pack , that I turned to tell Geoff “thanks for doing that”, when **BAM**out of the sky fell a small tree. I kid you not, a branch, the width of a sapling (and probably just as heavy), just came out of nowhere and managed to hit me square on the head, while I was running. I’m not sure what the chances of that were, maybe one in a trazillion. I immediately stopped, trying to figure out what on earth just happened, and Geoff yelled “woah hold up!” to everyone behind us as he moved the massive branch off the trail. Everyone looked at me wide eyed, like deer caught in headlights, and hesitantly asked if I was OK. I remember mumbling something like “I’ve got to run this concussion off” and just took off running down the trail. It was such a freak accident, I wish someone behind me had a GoPro or something on to record it.
I felt a little dizzy, and an immediate headache began to set in. But by that point, I had felt so good running down the trail that I just didn’t want to stop. Besides, if it was a concussion or something serious, I’d have to either wait forever for someone to come rescue me, or make my way down the mountain regardless. So to keep moving forward seemed like the only logical option.
We ran and ran, and eventually hit a few spots of steep downhill. This is tricky on foot, trickier in the hard packed snow, and near impossible on snowshoes. At one point, I did fall. I landed right on my butt and started sliding down the hill. The trail took a sharp 90 degree turn left, and instinctively I broke out my old sledding skills. I dug my left hand into the snow to steer myself on the trail. By that point, I was in a totally controlled, yet decent paced, downhill slide on my rear. It was hilarious and quite useful; and I laughed my head off as I covered a decent bit of trail in a very short period of time. We have since contemplated if this would be considered cheating, however, the snowshoes were still on my feet, even if I wasn’t technically on the snowshoes. I say it counts.
Again, we REALLY need a GoPro.

My bada$$ friend Jane.
We finally hit the bottom of the hill, and trekked across the trail to connect the loop at the same bridge we crossed at the beginning of the race. It was at this point that I realized how much pain I was in. Not injury pain, just the “wow that was REALLY HARD” end of race type of pain. I knew the finish line and Amee Farm were just around the corner, so I kept pushing forward.
We finished in 1:55:55, and I have to admit, once we hit the finish line, I was very pleased that we had opted to do only the 10k, and had MAD respect for others who were going out for their second, third, or even 10th or 11th lap.
We were given really nice finishers medals. I want to call them “elegant” but that seems highly inappropriate for such a kick butt race. Handsome perhaps. Or just badass. We spent a few minutes contemplating if, once all medals in the Peak race series are earned, a super power is unlocked, a la carebears or captain planet.
TAKE HOME MESSAGE: (another gem from my many college professors)
Step outside of your (warm) comfort zone and challenge yourself, because nine times out of ten, it’s really freaking fun.
Peak once again, put on a stellar race. Life works in mysterious ways. I never imagined I’d wind up back here in Vermont, and as it turns out, I won’t be here for much longer. But the opportunities I’ve had, the people I’ve met, and the memories I’ve made while here have been out of this world. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
The first day of age 31 was near perfect (missing a few important little guys…but they will be back in just a few weeks time). And now that this race is over…bring on the spring!! #ULTRABEAST training has officially begun…
Heather Hart is an ACSM certified Exercise Physiologist, NSCA Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist (CSCS), UESCA certified Ultrarunning Coach, RRCA certified Running Coach, co-founder of Hart Strength and Endurance Coaching, and creator of this site, Relentless Forward Commotion. She is a mom of two teen boys, and has been running and racing distances of 5K to 100+ miles for over a decade. Heather has been writing and encouraging others to find a love for fitness and movement since 2009.
Barry Wright, III
Well it’s settled – I’ll have to do a snowshoe race. We were planning to do one in West Virginia earlier this year, but surprisingly, there was no snow!!! Looks like a ton of fun!
Sarah Kopf
Fantastic recap! I’m sorry you got beaned in the head though… OWWWwww! I wish we had something similar to this here, because I’d be in for SURE.
It’s funny, because I went snowshoeing for the very first time yesterday at a local nature preserve. It was AWESOME and my favorite part was the 600 foot climb. Our trek was only about 3 miles though. Needless to say, I’ll be buying my own snowshoes soon & plan to enjoy the Wisconsin winters even more than I have already!
Sarah
http://www.thinfluenced.com
Shana Scott
I don’t read a lot of peoples race reviews for a combination of jealousy and the boredom that comes via other peoples detailed accounts (and at mile 3 we were running a pace of wah wah wah…you know the type) but I always love reading yours. I feel like I’m curled up on a rug in front of a huge fire listening first hand. You make me feel like I was there!! what an awesome birthday…short of the concussion of course!!!
lynne @ lgsmash
I love this! Did you use ‘racing/running’ snowshoes? They look like ‘regular’ Tubbs – I’ve been wanting to do a snowshoe race too and was suggested to use ‘running’ snowshoes – what did you think about the ones you used?
(Love your message – my post today has a very similar one!)
HEATHER @ runfastermommy!
@Lynne they are just regular women’s snowshoes. But they are smaller (21″) so they are easier to run in. I was using a hand-me-down pair in practice that were like 35″, and I kept falling and tripping over my own feet, haha!
Shellyrm ~ just a country runner
I’ve run on the mountain through snow before but never with snowshoes on. Looks like a blast. And climbing trails is killer! my 40 mile this weekend had over 26,000feet g/l and it kicked my butt!
kelly
Fantastic race report!!! I have never put on snow shoes before but you make me want to do a snow shoe race!! Glad it was a good birthday for you!! (And glad your Mellon is ok!)
Lisa
Awesome! What a cool event. I’m a huge fan of snowshoeing and it’s pretty much my #1 winter sport/activity. I’ve seen snowshoe “races” advertised before and thought it sounded cool. I don’t know that I’d be able to RUN though… 🙂
MIz
wow.
Ive never ever snowshoed but everone here treks to TAHOE to try it.
Durty Feets
One of the most fun races I have ever done was an Uphilling Race at Mt. Wachusett this year. Run up and down the skit trails at sunrise in January. Priceless.
Great write-up.
Brad
durtyfeets.blogspot.com
Zina
How’s your head? Please tell me you went to the ER.
Zina
How’s your head? Please tell me you went to the ER.
Cupcake Kelly
Badass! Sounds like a great birthday – minus the concussion.
Amy Glass
Nice race recap. Awesome job. Very enjoyable read!
Art @ Fit at Fifty
Looks like it was a blast,
love the pictures.
Art