Monday, December 27, 2010

Posse madness: Marathon mania

One of the highest peaks of my ultrarunning experience came through my era in Columbus, Ohio...and having the fortune to run with a group of hard hitters called the "Ohio Posse."

Here's the man (at left) who coined that phrase:  Steve Bush. Dude runs like a clock, could lay down 27:30 finishes at the Mohican 100 in methodical fashion.  Great man to emulate...with the exception of Steve's choice of power fuel.  The guy loved some syrup-laden concoction called XLR8  but it didn't love him.  Steve was legendary for projectile vomiting the stuff in his boss' new van, and later succumbed to gastric explosions at both the Mohican 100 and the Athens Marathon.

In the spring of 2000, the posse was feeling its stuff and wanted to race.  Hard.  I couldn't remember all the details (as usual) but thanks to posse compatriot Mike Cleary for filling in facts:

  1. March 5, 2000 - Xenia Marathon
  2. April 2, 2000 - Athens Marathon
  3. April 16, 2000  - Toledo Marathon
  4. April 30, 2000 - Pickney Michigan Trail Marathon

We knew how to throw down and get 'er done.  Of course, this list didn't include ultras...we had a smattering of 50K's thrown into this mix just for giggles.   Those were the best of times.  I was a budding vegetarian and remember riding home and watching these boys eat nasty size burgers with huge malts.  Shame on them.

So, when I see the never ending "how to run your first marathon" stories in the mags and on the Internet, it breeds a slight chuckle.  We ran marathons for one reason - to run again on another day, punching our race cards again and again and laughing to tell the tales.

Very good stuff with great men.  Ohio Posse, you reign.


  1. Just reading "malts" makes my mouth water. :)

    Sounds like it was a great crew!

  2. Anonymous5:39 AM

    Rumor has it that the Posse was so scary looking that it took three stops after the Trail Marathon before they could score their big greasy burgers and jb

  3. Mike C.11:58 AM

    Thanks for the shout out Tom. I have to interject it was the Crown King Scramble I squeezed into that Spring of Running. Seeing the first dawn of day 15 miles into the run as the Sonoran Desert rose before me and then climbing into the Bradshaw Mountains. Those were the days my friend. We knew they would end and that's why we rode it hard when we could. Peace and Loving Kindness in the New Year to all. Mike Cleary