My general rule is never to run the same race twice. The Hatfield McCoy Marathon is an exception, as it’s such a fun and extraordinary race.
Last year, the 50 States Marathon Club had a reunion at the Hatfield McCoy Marathon and I decided to come and meet the members of the crazy club devoted to supporting people running a marathon in every state.
The full marathon begins in Goody, Kentucky and ends in Williamson, West Virginia. According to the 50 States Marathon Club rules, the race can count as either state.
In 2014, I counted this race as West Virginia. I had such a great time that I returned this year for Kentucky.
The race highlights the famed feud between the Hatfield family and the McCoy family, dating back to the 1860s.
Race weekend begins with packet pick-up, a community pasta dinner (included with entry fee!), and a skit between professional local actors playing Devil Anse Hatfield and Randolph McCoy.
With very few hotels in the surrounding area, the fire departments opened their doors to runners, charging $25 for an air mattress, sheets, towels and a hot shower. We joined 50 other runners sleeping in the Belfry Fire Station. The warm hospitality in this community was so comforting!
Race morning was exciting, as I was surrounded by anxious runners performing their pre-race rituals.
The race start was outside of the local supermarket, Food City, which opened early for the runners to get coffee, use the restrooms and buy any last minute items.
Ole Ran’l McCoy and Devil Anse Hatfield were on hand to provide the shotgun start to the race.
The most difficult section of the course was between miles 4-8, up Blackberry mountain. Last year, Jeff famously surprised me and other runners with a sign at the base of the mountain:
We also found my sign! Return runners are greeted with signs along the course!
There were many other surprises along the way, including the world’s smallest horses, hillbilly bands, baby farm animals and Mountain Dew moonshine.
And finally, in race tradition, we stopped at the Dairy Queen at mile 25.5 for a cone, and returned to finish the race, ice cream in hand.