Chattanooga Mountains Stage Race

The Chattanooga stage race is a fun filled weekend of summer time running and trying not to have a heat stroke. It consists of 3 days totaling 60 miles. Friday is 18 miles on Raccoon Mountain, Saturday is 22 miles on Lookout Mountain, and Sunday is 20 miles on Signal Mountain. I had done the stage race one previous time about 5 years ago and wanted to give it another shot, so I signed up. As a bonus, this year's weather looked to be hot and humid with lows in the mid 70s and highs in the mid 90s. Just how I like it!

Day 1: Raccoon Mountain- 18 miles
The first day is my least favorite for several reasons. First, I run on Raccoon quite a bit, so the course is very familiar to me. While this is an advantage in some ways, it also means that the scenery is not new. Next, for some reason, the idea of the task ahead seems huge on that first day. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and anxiety all at the same time. Getting that first race out of the way helps to settle everything down a bit and give me some confidence going in to the next 2 days.

The start of the race is at Laurel Point with only about 100 feet of pavement before hitting single track. For this reason, I positioned myself near the front to avoid the conga line of about 200 runners behind me. We started out running a pace a bit faster than I wanted to, but it always feels like that at the beginning. Everyone's adrenaline is pumping which inevitably means that someone shoots out of the start like a rocket and lures several others into following suit. There were 2 women in this front pack, so I figured it was in my best interest to stay up there as long as I could. After a couple miles, the pack thinned out a little bit and allowed for a little easier running to the first aid station at the East Overlook around mile 4.5. At this point, I was running with a couple guys, and the conversation definitely made time pass quickly. We got to the second aid station and entrance of the small intestine in what seemed like no time at all. I had chosen to wear my Camelbak for the race to avoid having to fill up or stop at any of the aid stations, so I just ran on by and started this 3.5ish mile section. The intestines are kind of like a twilight zone because they wind around and around and around. You never really feel like you are getting anywhere and you can see other runners above and below you without knowing if they are in front of or behind you. After what seemed like way longer than 3.5 miles our little group of runners exited the intestines and began the longest climb of the day up to the visitor's center and last aid station. I pushed fairly hard on this part, mostly just wanting to get it over with and was very happy to reach the top.

The last section of the course from the visitor's center to Laurel Point is probably the most technical and features a "bonus section" that takes you up a super steep hill then right back down an equally steep descent. I focused on getting this part completed and then just hanging tough to the finish. Our little pack had split up at this point, so I was running by myself. It was also pretty hot with the sun out in full force. I was ready to be done for sure. With about a mile left, a guy who I later learned was John Bruno passed me looking strong. There wasn't much I could do about it, so I tried to just keep him in sight until the finish. When we popped out on the pavement for the last 200 meters I saw race director Randy Whorton who said that John was the leader and I was 2nd. After crossing the finish line, John and I congratulated each other and talked for a few minutes. Neither of us had any idea that he was the leader, so it was a nice surprise for him to get the win. Shortly after finishing, the sky opened up and it rained hard for at least 20 minutes. I took cover under the massage tent until the rain stopped before heading out to get lunch and rest up for day 2.

Day 2: Lookout Mountain- 22 miles
After a restless night of sleep, I woke up to the sound of rain on Saturday morning. Thankfully it was supposed to stop before race time, so I didn't worry too much about it. This stage is my favorite because Lula Lake is gorgeous, the trails are very runnable, and it is an area that I don't often run. I got there around 7:30 and chatted with Will Barnwell, Yong, John, and several others until it was time to make our way to the start line. Today's course consisted of a loop within Lula Lake followed by an out and back to Covenant College and then the first loop in reverse plus an extra section. After a lady sang a spectacular version of God Bless America, Randy said "GO" and sent runners on their way down a gravel road. Matt Sims took the lead, and we ran at a good pace for the first mile or so down the road before taking a right turn onto single track and the infamous rope climb. This section is very technical and steep, hence the need for a rope to assist you climb up to the ridge. Once at the top, the trail is again very runnable as you continue to climb along the ridge for a mile or so. Because what goes up must come down, we soon turned onto an awesome section of trail that wound its way back to the creek at the bottom. Runners followed the creek before crossing a little bridge that brings you back to the start and first aid station. That first 5 miles seemed to fly by, but I knew that this next bit up to Covenant College would be a challenge because it is almost all uphill. I had done my best to mentally prepare for this section and was glad that I knew what to expect from having run it before. That didn't make it any easier though, and it seemed to take forever to get up to the aid station. Just before reaching the aid station, you pop out on a power line and climb this horrendously steep hill. Like a hands on your knees, cussing under your breath kind of steep. It was a relief to see Ginny and the other volunteers. I grabbed a PB&J quarter and headed out, happy to have the worst of the climbing over with.

The course continues to some of the Covenant cross country trails which are very wide and smooth. We rolled along for a bit before again turning onto single track and making our way back toward Lula Lake. I got to see several runners who were making their way out which was nice because I had been running by myself for quite some time. I also saw Eunice and Curt who were sweeping the course. It was fun to really open up on the way back to Lula due to all the downhill. It felt like I was back at the start/finish in no time at all with just the last loop to go. Somewhere around here John ran up behind me and we ran together for the next few miles. He was moving really well and pushed me to keep up a solid pace, even on the climb back up to the ridge. Once at the top of the ridge, I knew that the climbing was essentially over. All that was left was the downhill to the gravel road, including climbing down the rope section we ascended at the beginning, followed by a short section of trail along the creek and the final .5 mile stretch of gravel road. I think descending the rope portion is equally as difficult as climbing, especially on tired legs, but I managed to make it without falling which would surely have resulted in knocking a tooth out on all the rocks. I hit the gravel road for maybe a quarter mile and turned left onto the trail that follows the creek. This trail is very narrow and windy, making it difficult to run quickly, but it was over pretty quick. You then cross the creek which was about knee deep in places before hitting the final stretch of gravel road. I was stoked to finish this day feeling good with just one more day left. However, that last day is a monster due to the extremely technical terrain and steep climbs. I still think that the Lookout stage is the hardest because the climbs are longer yet runnable so you end up running harder for the 22 miles whereas the 20 mile stage on Signal is slower because it is just so technical. After finishing, I soaked in the creek for a few minutes and headed out to rest up for the final stage.

Day 3: Signal Mountain- 20 miles
Another bad night of sleep and it was time to run the final day of the stage race. I'm not going to lie I was feeling it on Sunday morning. My legs were pretty heavy and quads had a bit of soreness, but I figured most everyone else was in the same boat. I got to the start at the soccer fields and took some time to doctor my feet up. After day one, my pinky toes had awful blisters on them and I lost both toenails. Lovely I know. It was so bad after that first day that I didn't know how I was going to run Saturday. Luckily, a shoe change and taping my feet fixed the problem. Before long, it was time to line up at the start. The same lady sang again and did an outstanding job. Randy had Matt lead everyone out through the parking lot to the trail head because he said the race didn't start until we hit the trail. The first 1.5ish miles to mushroom rock are on jeep road, so I ran pretty hard to get in the front of the pack before descending to the swinging bridge. Once at mushroom rock, the course drops down the gorge to the bridge, ascends the other side, and then descends once again down to Suck Creek Road. Runners then turn around and go back the way they came to mushroom rock. This section is very technical and a constant up or down. I tried to bomb the downhills as best I could and run/power hike the climbs. It was clear from the start of the first climb that my legs were feeling the previous 2 days and 40 miles. When I got to Suck Creek Road, Nathan Holland and Michael Green were there working the aid station. It's always nice to see familiar faces and seems to lift my spirits. I turned around to head back, eager to see the runners making their way down. Because there was two way traffic on this part of the course, things got a bit sketchy a few times just due to the fact that the trail is so narrow. Nevertheless, it was cool to see other runners I knew and cheer each other on. It was a relief to get back to mushroom rock and make the right turn heading towards Edward's Point knowing that the worst of the climbs were done.

This next section is not my favorite because it is very technical, tends to get overgrown, and seems to take forever. However, there was nothing I could do about any of that, so I tried to stay positive and focus on making it to Edward's Point at mile 9.5ish. My stomach had not been happy since the start of the race, and I hoped it would eventually settle down. Alas, that was not the case. At least it didn't seem to be getting worse. When I was close to the aid station at Edward's Point, I heard someone yell my name and realized it was UTC cross country coach Bill Gautier. Again my spirits were raised simply by seeing a familiar face and hearing some encouragement. Coach Gautier said that Will was in the lead looking strong, and I really got the feeling that this was his day and his race to win. I grabbed some orange slices and continued down the trail toward Signal Point. It is only about 2.5 miles from Edward's Point to Signal Point, but I swear it feels like 5. The trail turns into a rock garden that descends then climbs back up, and the constant boulder field makes it impossible to get in any kind of running rhythm. When you get close to Signal Point, there is a series of stairs to climb up to the overlook that will absolutely suck the life out of you. Or at least me. Ginny and a bunch of other volunteers were here cheering runners on. I slammed a couple little cups of Mountain Dew and made my way up the road.

We ran along the road for maybe a half mile before turning left onto a gravel path and re-entering the woods. This part was mostly downhill, so I did my best to make up some time. I was running with John and one other guy at the time, and it was nice to have some company. The gravel path soon came to an end, however, and we were once again greeted with technical, rock laden trail. I think this part is called the Julie Trail. We descended down to a creek where the trail becomes less rocky but is very narrow and windy. In years past, this section has really been a battle for me mentally because it is pretty slow going and difficult to get into a rhythm. Knowing what to expect this year, I tried to embrace it and accept it for what it was. Thankfully, that worked fairly well, and it wasn't too long before I came up on the last aid station where Kris, Cass, and several others were working. From this point, it is only 3.6 miles of dirt road, trail, and gravel to the finish. My legs were trashed but my mood was good and I finally allowed myself to think about actually finishing this thing. That first bit of dirt road has several steep hills that I had to jog/hike, but once it was over, the remaining part is very runnable. I pushed as hard as I could make myself and knew the finish was getting close when I hit the gravel path that circles the school and soccer fields. As I exited the woods to run the last 200m of road to the finish, I had a mix of emotions from elation to a bit of sadness that this awesome experience was coming to an end.

All in all, the stage race was a wonderful experience. Over the course of 3 days, I had the opportunity to meet a bunch of really neat folks taking part in this same journey of running 60 miles in 3 days on some of the prettiest trails in the area. I feel truly blessed to be able to run, especially considering that this time a year ago, I had just had hip surgery. God has given me the ability to run, and I hope that I never take that for granted. Wild Trails did a spectacular job of organizing the event, and I truly appreciate all the volunteers for their time and effort over the weekend. If you have never done a stage race, I would urge you to give it a try.

Here are some final takeaways from the race:

• It's summer time in Chattanooga...it's going to be hot and humid so get over it
• That being said, hydration is critical both during and after each run. I sipped on Powerade Zero all day after every stage. Drinking something with electrolytes is important, not just water.
• It is possible to run fairly hard on all 3 days, but be smart about it. Going out too fast on day one can wreck your weekend.
• Never underestimate the benefits of a post race nap. I took one each day, and I think it really helped.
• Eating well after each day is also crucial if you want to recover. I made it a point to eat a solid lunch and dinner each day. 
• My Camelbak rubbed my collarbone and neck raw after one day. I should have used body glide. Lesson learned.
• The friendships formed in just 3 days of running together turned the stage race into something like a family. Watching other finishers and hanging out after each race was just as fun as actually racing. 

Link to results:

http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=31356

Quest for the Crest 50k

Wow. Where to begin? On May 31st, I ran the Crest for the Quest 50k. . The race was advertised as the hardest 50k out there with close to 12,000 feet of elevation gain, not change, but gain! It was easily the hardest 50k I have ever run and the hardest race mile for mile I have ever done. Like not even remotely close to anything else. Quest was also my first ultra after having hip surgery last June. I signed up several months ago with the idea that it would give me a long term goal to train for. Although my recovery went well, I had zero runs of 4 hours or more, so I really didn't know how my body would respond to running past this mark. Thankfully, I live by the motto of "just wing it" and tried not to doubt myself. Fast forward to race weekend and I was ready to run.

Pre-race:
My dad and I drove to Burnsville on Friday afternoon because he was running the 10k vertical kilometer on Saturday. We had previewed this part of the course back in March which proved to be very helpful in that he knew what to expect for his entire race, and I at least knew what the first part of the 50k was like. Dad and I stayed at Albert's Inn, an awesome little motel only 5 minutes from the race finish and also the site of packet pick up. After getting dinner on Friday, we went back to the motel to rest up. I was thankful to have another day before the 50k to chill.

On Saturday morning, I drove my dad to the shuttle pick up for the 10k where he loaded the bus to the start. The trail head is literally in the middle of nowhere with only 2 parking spots, so you were not allowed to park at the start. The finish is very similar meaning that the shuttles also had to take runners back to where they originally parked. I just went for a shake out run and waited for dad to get back. Weather was awesome, overcast and not too hot. I hoped that it would stay like that for the 50k Sunday despite the fact that there was a 90% chance of rain. Before too long, the shuttles returned, and dad hopped out looking pleased. He said he had a good race but felt like he had run 50k. The 10k course consisted of about a 2.5 mile climb where you gain over 3,000 ft of elevation followed by about 4.5 miles of downhill. The climb is brutal in every sense of the word. Nonstop climbing from the start, the kind of climbing where you are bent over, hands on your knees sucking air. And the last mile requires you to use your hands to pull yourself up because it is so steep. Fortunately, the downhill is much more runnable and allows you to make up quite a bit of time if you don't mind risking a nasty fall while bombing the somewhat technical downhill.

After chatting for a bit with other runners, we headed to lunch and then up to Mt. Mitchell to scout out a trail that dad would need to take to meet me at a crew access point on Sunday. The rest of Sunday was spent relaxing at Albert's and listening to race director Sean Blanton's pre race briefing at packet pickup. Runner's had to board the shuttle at 4:30a.m., so dad and I ate an early dinner and tried to get some rest.

About the Quest for the Crest 50k:
This race is unlike any other in the East in that it has over 11,000 feet of elevation gain. Most of that comes from 3 separate climbs of over 3,000 feet each. The first climb is at the very beginning of the race and is by far the steepest and most technical. You ascend 3,000+ ft in about 2.5 miles and then descend in about 4.5 miles. Runners then go right back up what they just came down to make the second climb of the race. Once at the top, the course follows the Crest Trail for several very technical, rolling miles until you descend 3,000ft down Colbert's Creek Trail. The final climb is on the Buncombe Horse Trail and is the longest of the 3. Oh and Sean, the RD, decided to make things even harder by having runners do an out and back up Big Tom Gap once at the top of Buncombe. This .4 mile spur trail is basically like rock climbing it's so steep. You then have the pleasure of climbing down before continuing on the Buncombe trail for 2.7 miles before making the final descent into Black Mountain campground, the finish line of the race.

Race day:
I won't lie, the 3:40a.m. wake up call was less than desirable, but I was excited about the day ahead. After drinking a cup of coffee and getting my gear ready, dad drove me to the shuttle pick up area which was also the finish of the race. I loaded the bus and rode the 20 or so minutes to the start. The race started at 6a.m., so the sun was just coming up. It was a bit chilly, but I knew that it would feel good once we started running. Sean had us start .7 miles down the road from the trailhead to allow everyone to spread out before hitting the trail. After some final instructions, we gathered at the start and waited for Sean to say "GO". I tried to settle into a steady pace. The road was a constant uphill, so it wasn't exactly an easy warmup. I was thankful when we hit the trail, but that only meant that things got a whole lot steeper! The first mile is old road bed that is somewhat runnable depending on the grade. I alternated running and walking on this section trying to go hard but not completely red line in the early stages of the race. After that first mile, it turns into single track, crazy technical oh my gosh steep single track. At this point, I gave up on trying to run and focused on power hiking as fast as I could. I was thankful that I had done this climb before when my dad and I visited back in March because I at least knew what to expect. Before too long, I reached the top where you intersect with the Crest Trail, take a right, and begin the descent to Bowlen's Creek. It was around this point that I caught up to the 2 women who were in front of me on the climb. We ran most of the downhill together and talked a bit which made the time go much faster.

 This gives you an idea of the steepness of the climb

After descending the 3,000 feet to Bowlen's Creek, runners hit the first aid station. Since it was only mile 7.5 and I was running with Hillary and Rebecca, I decided not to stop at this aid station. I started the race with 40 ounces of fluid in my Camelbak and figured I could make it to the next aid station before needing to refill. Mistake number 1. Hillary, Rebecca, and I turned around the way we came and began climbing the mountain we just descended. After about 2 minutes, Hillary took off and left me in the dust. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it, so I just hoped to make up some time later in the race (that didn't happen). Rebecca and I stayed close for a while before spreading out. I still felt pretty good on this climb and did my best to run most of it. Because this part of the course was an out and back, you got to see all the runners who were either on your way down if they were ahead of you or on your way back if the were behind. It was cool to se the lead guys crushing the climb. The top is the steepest and most technical, so I found myself power hiking the last mile or so. About a mile from the top, a guy was stationed with water for people who needed to fill up, but I again passed on this opportunity. Mistake number 2. Once at the top, we continued on the Crest Trail for 3ish miles to Colbert's Ridge. It was at the top of the climb that I realized I was completely out of water. The next aid station was 8 miles away. I reflected on my decision to skip refilling despite only carrying 40 ounces of fluid. I realized that I was pretty stupid for thinking I could go 18 miles on this much to drink. Nothing I could do about it now, so I just focused on trying to make good time to the next aid station. That 3 miles of Crest Trail was less than easy. The grass was overgrown on both sides of the trail which was more like a 6 inch wide ditch full of big rocks hidden by the grass. Needless to say, you couldn't exactly fly on this part. When it wasn't a grassy ditch, the trail was super rocky like the first climb and had a lot of up and down. This section was also very exposed, and the sun was out which made it pretty hot. I could tell that I was dehydrated as my mouth was completely dry and my legs felt like they were on the verge of cramping. All I could think about was getting got the bottom of Colbert's Creek where there was an aid station. After what seemed like forever, I reached the intersection with Colbert's Ridge which is where runners descend for the second time. Thankfully, there was an EMT stationed there who was kind enough to give me several sips of his water. It tasted like heaven. I turned down the trail with my spirits lifted now that my mouth wasn't so dry that it stuck together. I had run this section when dad and I visited so I again knew what to expect. The first mile or so is like a rock garden, super technical and slick. I went as fast as I could without being totally reckless and made it through to the less rocky part of the trail. From here, you can run fairly consistently at a good clip to the bottom. It seemed longer than when I had done it before, but then again, I was feeling the miles and was very thirsty. I could tell that my quads were already semi-trashed from the 6,000 feet of downhill running we had done thus far.

Views at the top of the climb were spectacular

Coming in to that aid station was a relief. My dad was there, and I immediately told him that I needed to fill up with Gatorade which is what I had been drinking. He went to work refilling my Camelbak while I looked at the food at the aid station table. My stomach had been jacked since the start, so I had not eaten anything in the first 18 miles. Mistake number 3 (they are adding up quickly). I grabbed a PB&J quarter and a cookie and took off down the road. Runners had to run on the pavement for maybe 3/4 of a mile to the Bumcombe trailhead. Shortly after heading down the road, I realized how shot my legs already were. I was definitely at a low point, and it was all I could do to maintain a slow jog. It was somewhat of a relief to hit the trail again, but that relief soon faded when the trail became a rocky creek bed that was very difficult to run on. The first 2 or so miles were a gentle uphill grade, but the technicality made it tough to keep a good pace. Plus I was feeling awful, so this section was more of a jog/hike. Unfortunately, it would only get worse. After the first few miles, the Buncombe trail got steeper and steeper. And steeper. Sean had referred to this part as "switchback hell," which was definitely appropriate. I swear it seemed like they went on forever. I was cussing the Buncombe trail at this point and praying to get to the top. Finally the trail opened up to a grassy area similar to the Crest Trail. It flattened out and was much more runnable. This was a relief, but I knew that I still had the climb up Big Tom Gap. I was still smack dab in the middle of my bonk which lasted the better part of 2 hours. A short time after running along the flat portion of Buncombe, I reached a group of several EMTs who were set up at the intersection of the Big Tom Gap trail. They were extremely kind and offered to get me something to eat and/or drink. However, all I could think about was getting that climb out of the way, so I declined and made the right hand turn to go up. This out and back section was .4 miles one way, and runners were supposed to stamp their bib at the turn around. The way out is straight up, like rock climbing straight up. It was here where I hit the low point of the race. I honestly felt like I was going to pass out and felt very wobbly. My stomach was still jacked, but I knew I needed to take in some sugar, so I forced a GU in, and it actually tasted pretty good. The salted caramel flavor is my new favorite because it tastes like dessert, has elevated electrolytes, and 40mg of caffeine. When I reached top, there was a photographer there who said I looked pretty rough to which I replied "I feel pretty rough". I stamped my bib and turned around to head back down. Several minutes after beginning the descent, I saw Rebecca on her way up. She couldn't have been more than 5 minutes behind me at this point. Seeing her was probably a good thing because it lit a fire in me to get my butt moving. Also, the GU was kicking in, and I was finally coming out of my bonk.

                      Running along a flat stretch of the Buncombe Trail just before the final descent

When I got back down to the intersection with the Buncombe trail, the EMTs again offered to get me some food or water which I again declined because I didn't want to take the time. Mistake number 4. I knew I had 2.3 miles left until I made the turn down the final descent into Black Mountain campground and the finish line. All in all it was about 6.5-7 more miles. However, about 1/2 mile after heading down the trail, I once again ran out of Gatorade. Fortunately, I was feeling a million times better, and the trail was very runnable, so I maintained a solid pace on this part. Before long, I saw my dad who had hiked in from Mt. Mitchell. He gave me all the Gatorade he had left which was about 4 ounces and told me that I was close to the trail that runners took to descend off the mountain. All I had to do was make it 4.5 miles down a rocky descent, and I would be home free. The top portion of the trail was the most technical, but not too bad, and I was smelling the barn big time, so I took some chances and went as fast as I could. As you got further down the trail, it was less technical but still quite rocky in places. My quads were absolutely shot at this point, making my run more like a free fall because I was limited in my ability to slow myself down very quickly. It seemed to take an eternity to reach the bottom of the mountain, but I eventually popped out an a gravel path in the campground. I ran along this for maybe 1/2 mile before seeing a field and the finish line. Words cannot describe how happy I was just to be done running. Sean was there to shake my hand and his incredibly sweet mother saw to it that I got something to drink seeing as how I had been out of Gatorade for the last 5 miles. My legs were already painfully sore, but it was that satisfying sore that comes from knowing you worked hard. My dad had not made it back to the finish yet from Mt. Mitchell, so I plopped my butt down in the field to watch other runners finish.

Post race thoughts:
1. This was the hardest race I have ever done. Period. I have run other 50k races more than 3 hours faster and a 50 mile race in only 10 more minutes than it took to run Quest for the Crest.

2. The climbing was insane, but the downhill is what trashed my quads. I should have practiced running downhill for an extended time.

3. The technicality of the course was also insane. Even on the flatter sections, which were few and far between, it was very technical.

4. The difficulty of the Quest was matched by its beauty. Views on top of the mountain were spectacular. It made it all worthwhile.

5. I absolutely, without a doubt, dropped the ball when it comes to my hydration and nutrition for this race. Simply put, I was careless to the point of stupid regarding hydration. Yes the aid stations were spread out, but there was no excuse for me to run completely out of fluid TWICE for extended periods of time. This was due to my failure to take the time to fill up when I had the opportunity. It definitely came back to haunt me as I believe it contributed to the 2+hour long bonk and thus slowed me down considerably. In a race where I should have consumed at least 4 liters of fluid, I had 2.5. My nutrition was practically nonexistent. Some of this was due to an unhappy stomach the whole time, but I should have just forced myself to try to eat more than I did. For the duration, I consumed one GU, a quarter of a PB&J, and several orange slices. Yes, I know thats bad.

6. The Quest for the Crest was incredibly well put on from start to finish. The logistics of this race were super difficult given the fact that it was so remote and required shuttles to the start. Aid station workers had to hike supplies in over 4 miles and up a mountain on several occasions. Water had to be purified from a mountain spring. You get the idea. Nevertheless, Sean "Run Bum" Blanton did an outstanding job as RD. I have never run a race with better course markings. The finish line was great with plenty of food, and you even had access to showers in the campground.

7. It took me 3 days to be able to walk normally. My quads and calves were very sore, but I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I look forward to next year and trying to improve upon some of the mistakes I made this year.

8. Thanks to Sean, his parents, all the volunteers, the EMTs, and my dad for being there to crew. Most importantly, I thank God for giving me the opportunity to spend a day in woods exploring the beautiful mountains he created.

Results: http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=30866
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