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Rocky Raccoon 100M – 2011

February 3, 2011

Tomorrow I leave to attempt my 100 miler.  For a while, I was really nervous about doing this event, due to all of the issues I have had leading up to the race (sore-ish throat, tweaked back, popping knees, banging my knee into a drawer, etc.).  All of that stressing about that race went out of the window, when I started getting weather updates from my family and from friends who were coming from elsewhere to run this event.

One of my original plans was to fly into Dallas and then maybe have a family member drive down with me to the race.  That was a bad idea given that the Superbowl was being held in Dallas on the same weekend.  The cost was prohibitively more expensive than just flying to Houston.

The weather reports for the week and also for the weekend was a freak winter storm.  My sister, Marisa, was working on Bridgestone’s The NFL Experience at the Superbowl, and they were unable to get many workers there because of icy roads.  Many friends heading to Houston were saying that their airports might be closed and that Houston Airport also might be closed.

To top it off, my flight was connecting through Salt Lake City.  I thought what is probably going to happen is that either I won’t be able to fly into SLC, or my flight will be delayed or cancelled (since there are always issues in Utah in the winter).

I dutifully checked weather.com and really didn’t agonize about the race because I was certain that I would not even get the chance to get there.  If I did make it, then I’d cross that bridge when it appeared.

The additional reports of weather were from my friend Jerry Hollingsworth (who I had met at the Sunmart 50M in 2008).  My plan was to sleep on his hotel couch on Friday night.  He was driving down from Abilene with another guy, Gary Garson (who was doing the 50M “fun run”), but the roads into Dallas were so bad, that they had to take a 3-hour detour.  But… they did get there.  Reports were looking slightly better from my point-of-view… Houston Intercontinental wasn’t closed… yet, and none of my other flights were cancelled.

February 4, 2011

Took my minimal run bag and whatever gear I needed and took public transportation to the Long Beach Airport.  When I arrived, the flight was still on, and the report in the morning was that SLC Airport had clear skies and no snow, so at least that leg was still on.  I figured I would probably be stranded there for the weekend, but I had committed to the weekend, so there was no use to freak out about it.

When we arrived in Salt Lake City, I went over to the other terminal to transfer flights.  They did not indicate any delays, and I asked if the conditions were OK.  They said that the weather had warmed a little bit and that the runways were in good condition.  I guess this is a go…

When I arrived in Houston, it was REALLY cold out.  I had made arrangements to rent a car and the rental agent was somewhat aghast that I was decked out in shorts (minimal travel).  I told her all about my upcoming adventure and fortunately, I had gotten my car through Hotwire, so I wasn’t relying on driving a subcompact and messing up my legs from the get-go.  She did warn me that the roads could be icy (and Houstonians are not known for driving in wintry conditions (because it NEVER snows in Houston)).  I am not great with driving in icy conditions, either.

I drove cautiously up the interstate to Huntsville (about an hour without traffic) and found the hotel without too much trouble.  The flight was slightly late, though the odds of being able to check-in for the race on Friday would have been difficult to impossible even if the flight was on time.  I would have to do it in the morning.

I found my friend’s room, and he showed me the pullout couch (not big enough, but free) and then said that they were getting ready to go to bed.  That had to be my option, too.  But I should mention here that it was probably about 8pm Central time… which is 6pm Pacific Time.  I wasn’t really tired or ready to go to bed.  I set my stuff out and I tried to sleep in the darkness.  Knowing that I had to get up at 4am (2am Pacific) didn’t help me fall asleep any faster.

February 5, 2011

I awoke with enough time to get ready, and without disturbing my roommates too much (they had already gotten their race bibs and stuff, so they were on a less pressing schedule).

Because it was pretty cold out, I dressed much warmer than usual.  My typical ultramarathon fare is my running shorts with bicycle short liner, technical t-shirt, Moeben sleeves, Buff around my neck, gloves, gaiters on my shoes, and hat with removable sun guard.

Today, I added:  long-sleeved Nike tech shirt with built-in hoodie, my 2008 Sunmart finisher’s jacket (with pockets and hood), and Nike long “track” pants.

Inside, I felt warm.  Outside, I couldn’t get warm enough.

I went to the rental car and the windshield and back glass were iced over.  Hmm… How do I get through this?  Ahh… In my wallet, was my Ralphs Rewards Card.  It served as an acceptable ice scraper.  It took a while, though, and I still had to get my race bib.

Fortunately, the park was just one exit down the freeway, so I got on and off the freeway, and then drove the 5-odd miles into the Huntsville State Park.  As I got closer to Race Headquarters, there were volunteers directing us where to park.  I wanted a spot that would not be too far from the start/finish, but took whatever they gave me (which was 200 yards from the start/finish).  Now I just needed to get my bib and giveaways.

But… no one seemed to know where to send me… or if they did know, then they said stuff like, “You know, the old cabin over there.”  I don’t see a cabin…

I wandered around quite a bit; I didn’t want to wander around quite a bit, as I will be “wandering” for hours.  Finally, I spotted the cabin, and there were actually people still registering for the race.  There weren’t a lot of volunteers in this check-in location, and I was a little antsy, because I did not want to still be inside when the race started.

I pinned my number on my shirt (under my jacket and overshirt), locked my run bag, pants, and race tech shirt in the car, grabbed my water bottles, and stashed my drop bag in the designated area just outside the start/finish area.

I looked around for Gary and Jerry and tried to stay warm; in 15 minutes, I would embark on a 100-mile adventure…

In running this event, I didn’t have any particular plan… except to try and finish.  The one nice thing about this race is that the first cutoff wasn’t until 80 miles, which you had 24 hours to complete.  (Usually, there are interim cutoff points to strive for, somewhat so you don’t get through most of the distance and then have to stop.)  After that, you had to complete each 3 mile section in an hour (basically each aid station closed after that point).  The final cutoff was 30 hours for the entire race.

In case it hasn’t been clear in my other posts about ultramarathons, other than some brief stops at aid stations to refuel or regain one’s composure, there is no stopping and restarting.  When they say “30 hours,” they mean you have 30 hours from the start of the race until the end.  If you are fast, then maybe you could take a 3-hour nap in the middle.  If you are just trying to finish, then you may need just about all of the time.

There were 316 starters in the 100 miler (and around 200 in the 50-mile, which started an hour later).  They had expected about 700 total runners, but a lot of people simply couldn’t get to the starting line because of the inclement weather.  I placed myself firmly at the back of the pack because I didn’t want to push the pace one bit.

It was still pretty dark out when the race began, but I had my trusty headlamp.  Most of the other people didn’t wear their headlamps, either relying on others’ lights or just following the pack.

An interesting aspect of this race is that it is 5 – 20 mile loops.  Previously, I have run about 5 or 6 LONG races that involved doing loops.  In particular, several of the Charlie Alewine events are marathons which are 6.55 mile loops.  Strangely enough, it isn’t that boring.  I mean, it’s 6-1/2 miles.  It’s not as if I’m running laps around a track (or even the Sun Dagger 12-hour race I did which was 5K loops around the Rosebowl.  If the surroundings start to look familiar, then I can either use that to my advantage (knowing where I excel or struggle) OR strike up a conversation with someone I’ve never met before.  This loop, however, is TWENTY miles.  That’s almost like running 5 marathons in a row on the same course… I’m sure I won’t really remember what transpired 4 or 5 hours before or what exactly the course looked like.

On the other hand, I do have some familiarity with the course, having run 2 – 50 mile races here in 2007 and 2008.  I’m sure some of the course will be familiar, though it is certainly not the same course.

As soon as the gun goes off, I start shuffling off behind the many others.  It is COLD!!!  I have my Buff (in case you don’t know what that is, it’s a circular technical scarf around my neck (if you watch Survivor, it is a smaller version of what they wear to identify tribes) pulled up over the top of my head AND also pulled up over my nose (only my glasses are showing, though I would prefer to cover that area, too).  Over that, is my hooded shirt, and over that, is my hooded jacket, cinched tight… and I’m STILL cold!

Proof that I wore long pants

Proof that I wore long pants

The start of the race is very familiar to me, because it was the same section that I followed many times in the 50-mile (12.5 mile loop) course.  It is basically a two-lane-highway-wide pathway, with telephone poles going through the middle of it… and has somewhat patchy grass along it as well.  There are some tents and chairs set up along the entire section (about 200 – 300 yards long), which I assume is for spectators.

From here, the trail parallels the main park road on a double-track dirt trail with lots of little ups and downs, with a lot of root “staircases.”  I keep mindful of my footing, as one fall on these ‘stairs,’ and I may be done for.

In the Sunmart 50 miler, the course crosses the main park road and continues off in another direction (I will be there later.).  The 100-mile course veers left and begins to parallel the lake.  This is also familiar to me, because it was towards the end of the 12.5 mile loop.  It also stands out, because this is where the number of wooden bridge crossings start.  In parks such as these, where the ground may be marshy, they put in wooden “bridge” sections.  A bridge usually consists of a 3 – 10 plank incline, 10+ planks across, and then a 3 – 10 plank descent.  What I am calling a plank is maybe a board that is 3 feet long and a foot wide.

In some of these sections, it isn’t really necessary to use the bridge, though I note that if you run on the dirt part of the trail, you do need to watch out for roots.

As we leave the lakeside, we make an almost hairpin turn and head out into the woods.  There is another bridge here, and there seems to be a bit of a hubbub here, where people are standing around.  There is an actual water crossing and the incline and decline over the bridge is at a steep angle than any of the other bridges we’ve previously seen (or for that matter, steeper than any I’ve seen throughout this park).  Some of the folks are unable to get up the incline… not because it is too steep (because it is only about 4 feet above the trail) but because there was a bit of moisture last night and this morning it created a thin layer of ice all over the bridge.

On the other side of the bridge is a woman lying on the ground and a couple of people around and attending to her.  She made up the bridge, but when she tried to run/slide down the other side, she tripped and fell.  (I later learned she broke her ankle – not even 3 miles into the race.)

Those of us behind her looked for another option.  We ended up rolling some wood logs into the water (which wasn’t really deep, but COLD) and stepping onto them while holding onto the bridge.

Just past this section was another LONG bridge, but only elevated about a foot off the ground.  It was completely roped off.  I’m not certain if this had to do with the iciness or if they hadn’t completed work on it yet.  The alternative path was alongside the bridge, which was not really a path at all, but trudging through crunchy fallen pine and fir branches.  This was kind of like a 1/4-single track, and we all had to go single-file and no passing.

By the time I got to the first aid station (Nature Center – 3.1 miles), it was light out enough that I could tuck my light back into my pocket.  I would have an opportunity later to leave it in my drop bag, but in my experience, I don’t leave anything in my drop bag that I would like back… so I am not planning on putting my light in my drop bag, but carrying it with me all day (until it gets dark) instead.  I reach the first aid station in 44:17, which is a 14:17 mile.  If I can maintain this pace for the entire distance, I will be good.

From the Nature Center aid station, we turn onto more familiar trail.  This is basically Miles 4 to 7 of the Sunmart race.  It is a lot of switchbacks (though not really hills – each loop only has about 1000 total feet of elevation change) through the forest, and mostly on single- and double-track, as well as a few bridges (both crossing water and crossing (supposedly) marshy areas.

This trail pops out on the back trail which surrounds the entire park border – Triple C.  In the Sunmart race, we did a couple mile out-and-back to the left here, but today, I am going to the right.  We stay on the road for maybe a quarter-mile and then head back into the single-track which is between the Triple C Trail Road and the lake.  When we get back onto the Triple C trail, it is about a half-mile and I’ve reached the second aid station (Dam Road – 6.1 miles).  This is a BIG aid station, because on each loop, runners go here twice.

The people who run this aid station like to refer to it as “Dam-Nation.”  I’m not feeling damned yet, but I’ve covered this 3 mile section in 44:22 (slight slower than the first 3.1), refill my water bottles, grab a few snacks and continue on.  Since I am now over an hour, I am taking my Succeed S!Caps to keep my electrolytes balanced.

Now comes the longest section between aid stations, and the most difficult, most boring part of the loop.  I continue to walk/run along Triple C Trail.  I make note of a couple sections which could be difficult later.  Just past the 50-mile turnoff (they do a 16.67 mile loop, and just after Dam-Nation, they make a smaller loop and begin heading back), there are sections in the road where in the center, it craters downward.  It is definitely something that you cannot spot in the dark when you have no depth perception.  I make a note that I will just need to stay to the sides where the drop is less severe.

This road stays absolutely straight for a couple of miles, and then turns right and heads down another hill (but not craters, just subtle downhill).  The road disappears and I find myself on a single-track.  About 5 minutes later, I hear a buzzing noise.  It’s unnatural-sounding, and then another 5 minutes later, I run across a carpet and hear a beep.  Ah.  The timing mat.  This makes sure that we go to the far end of the trail and complete the entire distance.

Soon again, I recognize the trail.  There is a bit of a hill (maybe 15 feet of gain) and I am on top of the dam.  It’s basically a raised double-track trail which is now above the lake.  I am also noticing that it is not as chilly as it was this morning.  I wonder if by the time I finish this loop that I won’t need all of my layers anymore.

At the end of the dam, we drop back down and circle around some more on these single-track trails.  As the lake bends to the right, we turn to the left, and find ourselves back on the Triple C Trail, heading back to Dam-Nation.  I am starting to feel a little discomfort in my right foot.  I don’t know if it’s rubbing the wrong way, or what is going on, but I don’t really have any rocks in my shoes, so I just keep on going.  I get back to Dam Road aid (12.1 miles) in 90 minutes (15:00/mile).  Still good.  Not remotely approaching the 19:00/mile average needed to finish.  I’m still under 15:00/mile net.

This next section involves a bunch of back-tracking.  I head the 1/2 mile back on the Triple C Road to the single-track section… back to the other side of Triple C.  But when I get back to the original spot where I hit Triple C, now I continue up the fire road in the direction I am familiar with (the Sunmart course).  This section is mostly loose sandy dirt and rolling hills.  Some of it is worn down where runners tend to congregate (not deeply, but you can tell).  They have done some good work to try and clip through the roots that stick up on the trail (because it’s easy to shuffle through one and do a header (much like I did at Rocky Road Preview 50K last month)).

I can remember from 2008 that we went probably a mile on this trail and then turned around, but the course continues past that point and even through a gate and down a bit of a hill to the Park Road aid station (Mile 15.6).  It takes me about 48:30 (right at 15:00/mile), and now I am on the “homestretch” and will be finishing my first 20-mile loop.

The aid station is on the main park road, so we cross over it and head to the Triple C Trail head on the other side.  We follow this for a few miles, and then we are suddenly backtracking along the edge of the blocked off bridge, the mini-bridges along the lakeside, the rooty “staircases” paralleling the road and then, finally, the green-ish couple of football fields through spectators just starting to cheer for runners.

The Start/Finish is a big tent, and as you come inside, someone makes note of your number, directs you to a chair, and another volunteer brings you your drop bag.  (Really really nice.)

Also, as you get inside, then you are crossing the mat and recording your time.  My must-have total time needs to be under 6 hours, because that’s what I need to average in order to finish under the time limit.  Of course, I don’t want to be at six hours, because I’m not going to be going faster at night on the single-track, bridges and roots.  My time is 4:47:53.  So I have an hour in the bank.

I do sit down and take off my shoes, and oh, my god… have I got a blister!  For some reason, I can’t think what to do with it.  I ask if they have a needle or bandages or something, but they don’t.  I remember that someone said to wrap your foot with duct tape and that should take care of the issue and prevent you from getting more… so I take my shoe and sock off completely and wrap my right foot in duct tape.

I also take some time to remove outer layers of clothing.  It’s almost 11am, and the temperature is above 60, so I don’t need a jacket AND a long-sleeved shirt.  I do keep the buff (protects my neck from sun) and the gloves, because I can deal with wearing them in average weather.  In total, I am at the aid station about 6 minutes dealing with my foot and clothing.

Just after finishing 20 miles.

Just after finishing 20 miles.

So… now I set off on another 20-mile loop.  This is where it is supposedly going to get “boring,” but the first section doesn’t seem that familiar.  Maybe it is because it is not dark out.  Or maybe it is because before I was skiing across bridges, now I am just walking across them (the ice having melted).  The course DOES look different in the light.  It’s kind of a different look.  I am also not looking through a very narrow viewpoint of all of my head coverings.

Another change is that although the course has thinned out somewhat from people being in different positions, there are a lot more people on the course, and especially on the out-and-back sections, there are a number of people coming AT me now.  At this point, most are the 50-milers, who are probably moving at the same pace as I am (they did 3.3 fewer miles but started an hour later).  Haven’t seen any of the 100-mile front-runners (though that would be demoralizing to be lapped already).

I get to the Nature Center aid station in 45:14 (about a minute slower than the first time around – great), which means I am still maintaining my pace.

Now I’m on the single-track section heading to Dam-Nation.  In the distance, I hear a beeping noise.  Well, not a constant beeping, but a couple of times every minute.  I strike up a brief conversation with a runner who is using the Galloway Method, albeit she is running for 40 seconds and walking for 20 seconds.  That would drive me nuts.  We can’t have much of a conversation because she keeps running off and I just maintain my pace and catch up and continue the conversation.

I also encounter a guy that is running barefoot.  Yech.  Too many rocks, roots and pounding.

I get back to Dam-Nation (Mile 26.1 (3.0M)) in 43:27 (a minute FASTER than before!).  This is the aid station that has stuff cooking, and so I feel like it is time to have a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich quarter.  Mmm.

Now I set off on the 6 mile, far end of the course timing mat loop.  In my head, I am now thinking about what I should do when I get back to the end of the second loop.  Should I put on more clothing, or will it be still warm enough when I finish my third loop?  If I continue at around 5 hours per loop, it will be 9pm.  I can’t imagine that the temperature will drop so precipitously by that point.  Well, if I come in around 5 hours, then I guess I will have to take that under consideration.

On this section, I also spend some time talking with a nice couple from California and Colorado, Beiyi and Daniel.  They are running together.  It is nice to run with people who are doing the same pace (well, I did catch up with them, and eventually pass (… or they let me pass when I was too verbose)).

I get back to Dam-Nation (Mile 32.1) in 90:21 (3 seconds faster – wow, I’m pretty consistent).  It’s about 70 degrees out.  Pleasant, and actually a bit on the warm side.  I’m thinking that maybe it won’t get cold tonight and this will be one of those weird Texas weather shifts.

Now I am heading out to the Park Road aid station (mostly on the large fire road).  I encounter the barefoot runner again – this time, he is nursing a sore foot.  I also encounter the race leaders – yes, I am being lapped.  And yes, they are 20 miles ahead of me.

I reach the Park Road aid station (Mile 35.6) in 51:48 (I lost FOUR minutes).  I still feel pretty good, though I am not certain that the duct tape is working on the blisters.

I continue on back to the start/finish to complete another lap.  I am debating about the jacket and also about doing something else about the blisters.  It still hasn’t occurred to me the best way to treat  them.  I finish the 40 miles in 9:48:49, but spend just over 11 minutes sitting down and keeping off my feet.  (Just for the record… I have now stopped and rested 16 minutes for a 40-mile run.)  My net time (I like to state the time when I LEAVE the station) is 10:00:10.  I decide not to take the jacket or hooded shirt.  It’s still pretty warm out.

Now the course is getting to be old hat.  This first section is very recognizable, now that I have done it twice in daylight (though it will certainly be night on the way back).  Just at the tail end of the initial out-and-back section, I encounter Jerry on his way in to finish his second lap.  He is doing great, and will finish his 40 miles in under 11 hours (so, he still has an hour in the bank).

My foot feels OK, and I get to Nature Center (43.1M) in 52:02 (7 minutes slower).  I am definitely starting to lose time off my original pace, but my net pace is still just over 15:00/mile.

I continue along to Dam-Nation (part 1 – 46.1M) in 48:01 (another 4 minutes off).  It is here when I am lapped for the second time by the eventual winner, Ian Sharman.  The best part was that he wasn’t some jerk sporting headphones or earbuds and storming on by, he was shouting encouragement to every runner he passed.  In the end, he ended up breaking the 15-year course record by 20+ minutes, 12:44, which averages out to under 8:00 minutes per mile… for 100 miles… on a trail!  Amazing.

On the next 6 mile section, it is starting to get a bit dusky.  I do manage to get by the crater trail section before it gets really dark, but unfortunately, it gets REALLY REALLY cold out.  Maybe like 30 degrees.  While I do have gloves and sleeves on, it really isn’t enough.  My teeth start chattering and the best I can do to stay warm is to clench my arms against my waist, because it consolidates the heat. Brrr!

I get back to Dam Road station (52.1M) in 1:50:12 (20 minutes slower).  This is where I am definitely going to lose a lot of time and also where I am glad to have a couple of spare hours in the bank.  My average overall pace goes from 15:08/mile to 15:48/mile on this section!  I stay a little while (because they do have heating lamps, and hot soup to warm me up slightly).  Another runner offers me use of his jacket, but I don’t think there are any extra large runners out here with spare jackets.

The single-track and fire-road section is really dark.  I have my light, but there is no light from the moon – a new moon, I think.  I also don’t have the best light, but whenever someone passes, I take advantage of using their light for that time period.  I get the chance to run with Beiyi and Daniel again, and this time, they pass me.  I get to Park Road aid station (55.6M) in 60 minutes (another 9 minutes down) and I am really suffering from the cold.  I just keep telling myself that in 3.5 miles I will be back at the start/finish and can get my shirt and jacket and also warm up a bit in that tent.

That ends up being a good motivator, but it is slow going with my arms akimbo, trying to produce extra warmth where there isn’t really any.  I finally make my way back to the start/finish (60.0M) in 15:45.

I am sitting relaxing for about 10 minutes and I encounter two people I know in the tent.  First, I run into Jerry.  Huh?  Jerry was behind me and never passed me.

Well, Jerry was moving well, and had just left Dam Road aid station heading out on the 6 mile loop.  About a half mile out, he encountered a collapsed runner.  Passed out, fell over, who knows?  So Jerry goes back to the aid station and alerts a volunteer, and then heads back out to continue… only later realizing that he left the aid station in the wrong direction.  By the time he figured out his mistake, he was resigned to stopping and walked back to the start.

The other person I see is Mark Hirsh, a guy that I ran with for probably 4-5 hours at Mt. Disappointment 50M.  I ran into him at the hotel, but didn’t recognize him (it had been a few years – and I am more recognizable to everyone than he is to me).  I had seen him a few times on the course and he was well ahead of me.

Mark had mentioned that this was his best chance to finish a 100-mile race – he had made two prior attempts but not finished.  (That tends to be a trend for 100-milers.)  So, given that he had been so far ahead of me (like an hour after the second loop), I was surprised to see him STILL in the aid station.  He said that he had been there an hour and was waiting for his coach to give him some advice (maybe to pace him, I don’t know).  I said I thought he should keep going, because that was what I was about to do.  (He ended up going out an hour later and then coming back and quitting.)

So, now I am heading out on my 4th loop.  I had a bunch of milestones coming up, in terms of time in 1 race, time in a weekend of racing, distance in one race, and distance in a weekend of racing.  All would come in the 4th loop.

I reached my first milestone 2.3 miles after starting out on my 4th loop.  That would be 62.3 miles… which would be the longest distance I have ever covered in a single race (when I did the Sunmart/White Rock double, I did 76.6 miles in a weekend… that’s coming up later).

My next milestone (officially at Nature Center aid station at 63.1M, because I didn’t look down at my watch that much) was time in one race.  My maximum time in a race had been 16 hours and 14 minutes.  By my watch, I was now at 17 hours and 1 minute (and covered the last 3.1 miles in 65:54 – SLOOOOW).

Longest run ever!

Longest run ever!

My actual longest time racing in a weekend was a minute or so later, because in 2007, I did 11 hours and 51 minutes for the 50 miler and 5 hours and 14 minutes for the marathon (17:04).

I continued moving as fast as I could, but it was hard to get going in the dark, because you wanted to make sure to stay on the trail, and also on the out-and-backs, whenever you encountered other runners, they would forget to nod their heads down and you would be blinded… repeatedly.  Frustrating.

I was also still pretty cold, even though I had added the shirt and jacket.  It just took some doing to get my body back to where it was.

It was really weird in the dark, because the most ordinary things looked extraordinary in the dark, or even menacing.  For example, someone dropped their glove and it was propped up with the four fingers pointing down and the thumb out.  In the distance, with my light, I saw a wild animal, with jaws clenching.  The different angle of the light changed its size and demeanor.  Of course, when I got close enough and my heart was racing, it was a stupid glove!

By the time I got to Dam-Nation, I was getting hungry.  (66.1M)  Another 66 minutes for 3 miles and it was after midnight.  They proffered me a quarter of a hamburger, but they had no bread, and no paper towels (I think a supply was coming.).  I deftly grabbed two quarter PB&J sandwiches, neatly tucked them around the hamburger and then I had an unusual hamburger sandwich.  (They thought it was gross; I thought it tasted great… but I may have been really hungry.)

Now I headed out into the worst section of the entire race (because it was so long, so dark, and so lonely).  I was mindful of the crater drops and didn’t have trouble with that.  I remembered in the day light that the trail was long and straight and that the generator hum and mat should be a few minutes after the right-hand turn.

Well, I had no trouble with the crater drops, but where was that freakin’ turn?  It was taking for-ev-er!  Then, once I made the turn, the only sound I could hear were wolves or coyotes baying at the moon.  I hoped that they weren’t close… or even in the park.

Finally, I heard the generator, and then a LOOONG time afterwards, I felt the map and the beep.  I began thinking, ‘I hope that I am going to make the cutoffs!’

February 6, 2011

I thought I would put in the date heading to emphasize that it is now a new day.  Well, it WAS a new day when I got to the last aid station, but I have now been in a race for two different days!

I got back to Dam-Nation (it’s starting to feel like Damnation) (72.1M) in 2 hours and 12 minutes (22 minutes/mile), and head out towards the Park Road aid station.  I would like to say at this point about how great all of the aid station volunteers were.  I don’t know what kind of shifts they worked, but to have this awesome attitude at midnight, 1am, 2am, whatever, it’s really helpful.

So, I make through the awful single-track connector back to the main fire road (Triple C, in case you forgot), and I have a strange revelation… or I don’t really know WHAT is going on.  It is either SO dark that I cannot see at all (even with my light)… OR… I am sleepwalking.  It is entirely possible that I have been shuffling along on this trail with my eyes closed, but there is a long period where I don’t really remember looking at anything, and then I focus again.  Weird.

About 1.5 miles out from the aid station, I have some extreme discomfort from my foot.  When you have a blister forming, it often feels like something hot is bursting at that spot.  I have also had blisters POP on a run, and it is much the same feeling.  I have had the blister discomfort (‘hot spot’) feeling for some time, and I have been doing things like walking on the edge of my foot or my heel or on my toes (OW!) to alleviate the discomfort.

Suddenly, it feels like my entire right foot (from the toe pads to the heel are on fire.  I think it is probably the big blister that I duct taped 53 miles ago is bursting.  It is excruciating!  I decide that I am going to try and ask for help at the next aid station.  I have finally figured out that I can use the pins from my race number to drain any bad blisters.  I just hope that they have some first aid that can assist me.

So, I limp in to Mile 75.6 (3.5 miles in 88 minutes – 25:11/mile) and ask if one of the volunteers could help me with my feet.  One says she really isn’t supposed to do anything (or maybe it’s that they aren’t properly equipped for the treatment), but I NEED it at this point.  She says that she doesn’t have a properly cleansed lancet, and I say, “Please use my safety pin.  I won’t blame or sue for anything.”

She says my feet look pretty bad, but that she drained the major blister (it didn’t pop, but it was a huge blister forming) and that I had 3-4 completely raw spots on and under my foot.  The duct tape that I put on early had actually rubbed off part of my skin entirely.  I thanked her profusely, but said I needed to get going, because I wasn’t about to do 75.6 miles and then quit.

Now time was beginning to become a factor.  I covered part of the distance with a gal from Georgia, Janette Maas.  We were discussing the cutoffs and what kind of leeway we would need to have in order to continue.  If we came in OVER the cutoff, then the decision would be made for us, because we would have to quit.  I told Jan (and myself) that if I didn’t have at least 30 minutes extra, then I would quit.  My mind was asking for two different things:

1.  No matter what time I come in, I am going to continue, because I am not going to quit.2.  Please, please, please, come in over the cutoff or over 23:30, so I CAN quit.

I didn’t want to quit, but I was HOPING to quit.  That seems odd, but my foot did hurt quite a bit and I thought one more 20 mile loop would be AWFUL.

Jan had the same sort of goal, but at a certain point, I said I really need to get going to make sure I make that cutoff… even though I kind of don’t want to make the cutoff.  She said, “I understand,” and I pursued the 80 mile cutoff at the start/finish.

Right before I arrived, my watch started beeping like crazy.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on, and then I realized what it was… my wake-up call… from the day before!  I had been awake for over 24 hours!

When I crossed the mat at Mile 80, the display read 23:18.  Damn!  I was definitely going to continue.  I tried not to stay too long because every second counted.  I managed to get out of there by 23:24, keeping my jacket and shirt, because it was still dark out and I didn’t know what to expect.  Jan came in about 3 minutes behind me, but opted to drop out.

Now the real race was beginning.  I basically had to maintain 20 minute miles (which I had not been doing for the past 7-8 hours) and make each of the cutoffs at the aid stations.  Since it was still dark and cold, it was slow going.  I was cheered on by a number of 50-milers coming in to finish, though most were like, “Heading out for another lap?  How brave of you!”  Not exactly encouraging, but I took it in the best way possible.

As it started to get lighter, I felt the pressure of possible missing cutoffs (now that I had decided to do another 20 miles on the blister foot), and once I could see better, I started to rush a little more.  I got to Nature Center (83.1M) for the final time in 24:33:25.  Oh, wow!  I am over 24 hours running.

24 hours on my feet!

24 hours on my feet!

The volunteers at the aid station encouraged me not to stay very long because they wanted me to finish, too.  They said, you better get going.  While the time cutoff at this aid station was 25 hours, in the last 3 miles, I had dropped 9 minutes of my 36 minute safety cushion.  I hoped that in daylight, I could pick up some more time and not have to run in to the end (because “by God, I did NOT want to run!”).

I tried a little jog-walking, almost bouncing on my feet (in a non-irritate the blisters kind of way) throughout the single-track and fire-road section.  I would rather have extra time to walk in IF I am able to jog a little bit now.

I got to Dam Road aid station (86.1M) ahead of the cutoff again (yay?) in 25:26:16.  I picked up 7 minutes and increased my pace from 22 minutes per mile to 17:37 per mile.  At this point, I was starting to see some other 100-mile runners who were returning from the 6 mile loop and heading into the finish.  They were a little more encouraging than the 50-mile finishers and other people I encountered earlier (probably because they knew that I was slightly ahead of the cutoff and could use the encouragement).

There was this little bit of downhill section ahead (the craters and the section towards the timing mat), so I jogged a little bit more here, also.  On the other hand, it was this same unpleasant, long section that I suffered through earlier this morning.  I hoped it wouldn’t take as long (2 hours and 12 minutes), but I did have as much as 2 hours and 34 minutes (if I wanted to “sprint” in to the finish!).

By the time I was in this section, it was moving towards mid-morning, and the temperature perked right up.  I didn’t need my jacket, and I didn’t need my shirt.  I tied both around my waist.  It kept me cooler, but it was kind of uncomfortable with the long sleeves swinging.  It was really pretty along the dam this time (I had seen it around the same time yesterday, midday, in the dusk, and not at all previously.).  I couldn’t really enjoy it, since I was in a hurry.

Finally, I got back to Dam-Nation for the 10th and final time.  About a minute out from the station, a volunteer ran up to me, grabbed my water bottles and refilled them by the time I got to the aid station.  They knew what I needed to do, and assisted me as such to make sure that I reached my goal.  So awesome!  Now I was through 86.1 miles, and completed the last section in 1:53:37, for a net time of 27:19:53 – now a full 40 minutes ahead of the cutoff (picked up another 7 minutes!).

I had to go through that single-track section connecting Triple C to itself one final time, but once I was on the fire-road again, I cruised on the downhills and pace walked the straights and slight uphills.  I got back to Park Road aid station and thanked my savior once again.  She was happy to see that I had made it back (and mostly thanks to her).  I was hoping to have an average of 22 minutes/mile for the final section so that I wouldn’t have to run to make the final cutoff.  I came in at 28:20:52 (I’m not sure what my time margin was because this section was a little longer – 3.5 miles – but as compared to my time on the 4th leg, I was 34 minutes FASTER!).  I now had 1 hour 39 minutes to do 4.4 miles – I had my 22 minutes per mile.

All the same, I still felt like I was pressed for time.  Since I was familiar with the course, I gave myself certain checkpoints and said, “If I don’t get to roped-off bridge by x-time, then I’m going to have to run, and I don’t want to have to run!”  Each checkpoint found me ahead of where I thought I would have to be.  In fact, I passed 4 or 5 people in this last section, including Beiyi and Dan, Misty and Josh (seeing that I passed two ‘couples’ running together from the results, but didn’t talk to the latter two).

When I got to the path paralleling the lake, I was fairly confident that I could make it, because I felt that there was only about a mile and a half left, mostly flat, and about 45 minutes to do it in.  I was able to push the foot pain aside and just keep maintaining a steady walking pace.

Finally, I was paralleling the park road and starting to get emotional.  I was really going to finish.  I started doing my usual of singing patriotic songs out loud, like Star-Spangled Banner and Battle Hymn of the Republic.  When I finally turned onto the grassy final stretch to the finish, there were not a lot of cheering supporters – I was at the tail-end of the race… the last few finishers.  They were already dismantling the tent.

I crossed the finish line in 29:42:01.  I made it by just under 18 minutes.  I got my coveted Rocky Raccoon 100 Mile Finisher belt buckle.   As we told my nephews (3 and 5 at the time), ‘your Uncle Emmett did a race that started when you woke up Saturday morning to watch cartoons and ended on Sunday when you got home from church.”   They thought that was crazy!

The end.

The end.

As I looked around for someone to help me with getting my drop bag and dealing with my foot, I remembered to stop my watch.  I said, “Someone really needs to help me with my feet, because they hurt a lot!”  So, I sat down and someone helped me take off my shoes and gaiters and socks.  They propped my feet up and some spectators snapped a photo of my feet, exclaiming, “Come look at his feet; they will totally make you puke!”  They looked really bad, and you can totally understand why this was so painful – blisters on both foot pads, heels, big toes, etc.

My feet post-race

My feet post-race

They were out of proper supplies (or had already packed them away), so they cleaned my feet with eye wash, and wrapped them in gauze the best they could.

Post-race, my original plan had been to sleep in the car in the park or somewhere and then either stay with Marisa’s friends who lived somewhat nearby or… I hadn’t really figured it all out.  Marisa spent some of her hotel points and got me a room at a hotel about halfway between Huntsville and Houston.  I thought I might nap before going, but ultimately decided that I would drive there, shower and then rest.  Besides, it was noon (aka 10am).

As I gingerly drove to the hotel, I thought I might stop and get something to eat, but I never found a drive-through (and didn’t want to drive around a lot looking for one in an adjoining town), so figured I would eat something out of my drop bag.

I was able to park pretty close to the hotel entrance, but my feet were so sore, that it literally took me 20 minutes to limp the 200 yards with my run bag and drop bag.  I leaned against the check-in desk, and they either gave me a room close to the elevator, or felt bad enough to give me a different room!

I then limped to the elevator, limped to the room, struggled to get undressed and get in the shower.  I couldn’t stand, so I tubbed a shower.  Then… I couldn’t get out of the tub… stood quickly, stumbled out, put a towel on the bed, and just lay on the bed (I was also chafed, so I wasn’t in a rush to put on my shorts.).

I reached for my drop bag, and I had two packets of Clif Blox.  Yum.  That’s just what I have been craving.  (Not really, but I couldn’t move to get anything else.)  The Superbowl was on the TV, but I was too sore to roll over, so I just “watched” over my shoulder or listened with my eyes closed.  I slept for a good long while.

February 7, 2011

I drove to Houston Intercontinental Airport and dropped off the car.  The same lady was there and amazed that I had finished.  I had given myself plenty of time to get to the gate, because I knew I would be moving slowly!!

Fortunately, I didn’t have to move much from the car rental place and it was a short (but excruciating) walk from the bus drop off to the check-in counter.  They noted my distress and put that I needed assistance throughout my travel and ordered a cart to take me to my gate).

Of course, I still had to go through security… and take off my shoes… and walk through the metal detector.  That was awful.  I could hardly get my shoes back on.

At the gate were several people from the race, including, I think, the 2nd place finisher, Anton Krupicka.  Most of them were lying on the ground with their feet elevated on the chairs.  They said it was to remove the swelling from their feet.  (Good to know.)

I was able to board the plane early and get “comfortable” for my flight to Salt Lake City.

When I arrived, my flight was in another terminal, and the assistance SLC offered was a wheelchair-like device… which I didn’t fit into… so I grabbed my bag (a duffel with both my drop and run bag), hooked it over my shoulder and slowly walked two terminals over.  It took about 30 minutes (but I had 2 hours to make my flight).

The flight back to Long Beach was in the puddlejumper area.  I finally got something decent to eat when I had a Quizno’s sandwich (though expensive).  The gate agent called my name and said that they would give me some extra time, but that it was quite a haul.  Boy, was it!

They gave me about 15 minutes extra time, but it was a good half-mile walk to the gate.  I actually didn’t get to the gate before the regular passengers!

Once I got back to Long Beach, the flight attendant mentioned that there would be a wheelchair available for me at the bottom of the jetway.  I said, “I don’t think I need it,” but when I got to the bottom of the jetway, I turned to the wheelchair guy, and said, “That’s for me!”  I really needed it.

Chuck met me at the curb and gave me a ride home, where I immediately took my shoes off.  My feet were so swollen (and I did sleep with them elevated) that I was not able to put my shoes back on for a week; they were even spilling out of my Tevas.

Raw skin on top

Raw skin on top and swollen

It was another two weeks before the blisters started to come off.

Two weeks afterwards

Two weeks afterwards

Just as an afterward, I was immensely grateful to the awesome volunteers that assisted me (and others) through the late night and the early early morning.  I decided to give back and volunteer at a local 100-mile race in Coto de Caza… and that I would take the 10:30pm to 7:30am shift, because that was the most-inspirational, most wonderful crowd in my experience.

I was paired with a new marathon runner, Kimberly Manfred, and we supported and (quietly) cheered on competitors for 9 hours while they attempted their own 100-miler.

From start to finish, this was a challenge.  I had said at age 25, that by 30 I would do a marathon (and I did) and by 40 I would do an Ironman Triathlon, but modified that to “finishing a 100 miler,” and I made it with about a month to spare.

Running 100 miles is a real test of endurance, but more than anything, it is a mental test.  Your body will tell you to stop (in a non-life-threatening way), but you need to convince your mind to continue.  I summited that mountain.  Will I try 100 miles again?   Only time will tell.

 

 

LASAA Lennox Mug Run 10K – 2011

January 22, 2011

Now I am just 2 weeks out from my 100-miler.  Little things keep coming up that make me wonder if I can finish.

Last week, I was walking up some stairs to a friend’s car, and my back tweaked.  I am having trouble sleeping, and have spent several nights sleeping in a sleeping bag on my floor, because at least, it keeps my back flat.

Two days ago, I was getting something in the kitchen, and I rammed my knee into the drawer.  It hurt quite a bit, and I am worried I may have damaged it… and meanwhile, my knees have been a bit tweaky, anyway.

As it was before running my first marathon back in 1996, I have decided to run a 10K a couple of weeks before my event as a test of how I am doing.  Realistically, I don’t need to run a time that is near my best; I just need to feel OK and run decently.  (Obviously, I am expecting to “run” 15 minute miles AT THE FASTEST, and I am not doing that in this race.)

I didn’t feel that great, but I persevered.  My throat also felt off, so I stopped a few times to walk, and I finished in 49:46.  And yes, I can stop a couple times to walk and still run around 8:00/mile.  It just means I have to run a little faster when I am not walking.

Boeing 5K (1) – 2011

January 10, 2011

Typically, I don’t find myself RUNNING a 5K 2 days after doing an ultramarathon.  This is because I want to have sufficient rest and recovery for my muscles.

For the Boeing Runs, every few months it is a prediction run.  So… given that I am not going to run and it is a prediction run, I predicted my time somewhere in the range of 35 minutes.

However, strangely, I felt OK, and so I decided to run a fair bit of it.  I got through the first mile in 7:31, and the second mile in 7:05.  I ended up RUNNING 22:49, and negative splitting by 40 seconds.  Huh.

Rocky Road Preview 50K – 2011

January 8, 2011

I decided that I needed one more long race before my 100-mile event next month.

So… I am going back to Charlie Alewine Racing and Coto de Caza to run the Rocky Road Preview 50K (not to be confused with Rocky Raccoon).

Rocky Road is Charlie Alewine’s “version” of Rocky Raccoon and is a 100-miler which is happening 2 weeks after Rocky Raccoon.  It is my fall-back that I really really really don’t want to do… but if I don’t finish Rocky Raccoon, I could still finish a 100-mile race BEFORE I turn 40 (which is 2 weeks after Rocky ROAD).

Today’s run is a “preview” of the 100-mile race.  Basically, Rocky Road runs out-and-back loops of the entire Coto de Caza horse trail.  Each loop is 15 miles roundtrip.  In the 100-miler, runners will do 6 complete loops, and then a shortened 10-mile loop.  The race is called a Preview because we are going to do 2 loops… plus 2 – 0.5 mile out-and-backs to make up the 1.0 difference.

I have run most of this loop before, but not all of it.  The first marathon (which was supposed to be a 50K) ran on some different trails and then part of this trail.  I also did a full marathon where we went out 6.55 miles… so a few miles short of the total trail.

There are 10 competitors at this event, but most notable is a guy a few years older than me who apparently used to be a tremendous ultrarunner, and then retired… but is back.  They are expecting him to run some incredible time.  I would like to run a decent time, which means I will probably only see this guy 3 times and one time he will lap me.  (No, I am not being hard on myself.)

There is basically two manned aid stations (the start and turnaround) and two unmanned aid stations, so I have the opportunity to refill my water bottles at 0.5, 3.0, 5.5, 7.0, 9.5, 12.0… etc.  I may not need two water bottles, but it is always nice to have two to protect myself against any problems that might arise.

This course is 95% dirt trail.  The few exceptions are street crossings and one transitional paved section (none of the paved is very long, though).

I do my first 0.5 mile in about 5 minutes and then head off down the trail.  The early part has the most street crossings and I spend my time concentrating on my footing and also trying to memorize the street names (to give me some encouragement when I head back UP the trail – yes… I am heading downhill now).  The trail is trending downward, though just before the first unmanned aid station, there is a substantial uphill swing, with sandbags placed strategically on the course to prevent water from ruining the trail.  When we reach the top (it’s minor, but it feels tough), there is 50 yards of downhill to Mile 3.0 (26:44).  It feels fast, but I feel like I have to bank time to be safe.

The next 2.5 miles feels almost all downhill, except for when the trail exits by the guard gate (slightly uphill).  We cross over a major street (which has a stop sign and also ends here, but a lot of the cars don’t stop) and then take the trail into the other side of Coto de Caza.  The trail is less gravelly here and less downhill (more flat).  There is a small section where we drop down quickly (but for a short section) and then I am at the next aid station (Mile 5.5 – 45:40).

Just ahead here is some uphill.  It’s sandy, lots of roots (but in plain sight) and sandbags galore.  At the top of this (minor) hill, there is the paved section.  It continues uphill and then connects with an upper trail.  We stay on the upper trail for a mile or so, and then comes the severe down-and-up section.  Literally, we descent in a huge swoop and then immediately climb back up.  It sucks!  The last bit to the turn-around is slightly uphill towards a kiddie park.  Charlie’s wife, Debbie, is waiting here to help us out and also to note that we did go the entire distance!  (Mile 8.0 – 1:20:09).  I slowed down considerably here.

Now I turnaround and head back through the tough hills, along the upper trail and then down the paved to the aid station. (Mile 10.5 – 1:48:06).

Now I head back up to the guard gates, cross the street, and climb back (walking) up to the unmanned aid station just before the sandbag hill drop. (Mile 13.0 – 2:12:24)

I am starting to have a non-running problem… my duct tape on my nipples is not staying on very well.  In fact, I have been fussing with it for a few miles.  One square dropped out of my shirt and I tried to re-adhere it.  I think it was the tape that I wasn’t suppose to use because it doesn’t stay well on skin.  (I have another that works better.)

In the last 2.5 miles back to the start, I am holding my shirt out so that I don’t get chafed… but I really want to get another “fresh” piece of tape for protection.  My car is parked right before the turn into the start/finish park area, so I stop, dry off my skin as best I can, get two more pieces of duct tape, and then press them on very securely.  Then I head into the turnaround, and do another 0.5 mile loop to make up the final bit of the extra distance (Mile 16.0 – 2:46).

I am going at a good pace, and if I could complete the second loop at a comparable time to the first (even 3 hours would be fine), I would have a slight PR.  I am probably going to slow down, but despite my mediocre pace, I am having a pretty good run.

I head back down the path to the first unmanned aid station (Mile 18.5 – 3:10:25).  After the race, I can make comparisons to see how I am doing as compared to the first time down or up.  I am less than 3 minutes slower at this point.

I continue through the guard gates to the point just before the paved uphill connection path (Mile 21.0 – 3:34:12).  I am about 5 minutes slower on this section.  Also, in another 13 minutes, Ben Hian will finish the entire race!!  Gosh, I would be happy with a 3:47 marathon flat course, but this is pretty incredible!

Now through the dreaded severe up-and-d0wn section.  I’m getting pretty tired, but I have only about 7.5 miles to go from the turnaround. (Mile 23.5 – 4:15:31)  I dropped another 6 minutes.  OK, so no PR. =)

Back up and down, down the paved path to the sandy rooty section, on to the next aid sta… whoa!  I’m falling!  My foot catches in a root (because I wasn’t paying attention!!) and since I am running downhill, I am able to think, ‘I’m fal…” before I actually fall face first into the sand.  I’m able to throw my hands out to arrest my fall, but it’s like someone just punched me in the stomach.  It’s a HUGE surprise and I am dizzy and short of breath.  I have to sit awhile and regroup.  I stumble the last few hundred yards to the aid station (Mile 26 – 5:04:45), and sit down for a bit trying to overcome this problem.  With the fall, I lost 12 minutes on this section.  I’m just going to get myself to the finish, no matter how long it takes.

As I start out again, I find that I need to walk almost bent in half because I am still pretty woozy and still short of breath.  Fortunately, I don’t see too many residents or people who need to find out what is wrong with me (other than doing a 50K).  At least I am still moving forward.  I’m no worse for wear, skin-wise.  This was both a wake-up call about the importance of concentration… because there will be a lot of roots there, and also to what will happen if I don’t concentrate better.

Slowly, I make my way past the guard gates and to the last aid station before the end. (Mile 28.5 – 5:31:53)  Hey, if I can do the last 2.5 miles in 9 minutes, I will PR!  Ha! (I have lost another 9 minutes on this section.)

The last few miles are slightly better, because I am getting over the issue of being dizzy and out of breath.  My segment time is only a minute slower (but that does include an extra 0.5 mile and negotiating my duct tape).

I finally finish in 6:09:38, which is still one of my better times for a 50K, and despite falling really hard with only 5-6 miles to go.

I didn’t factor in the standings (I mean, I was a good 2 hours behind first place), but I did finish 8th overall… and a few hours ahead of last place.

I would LOVE to say definitively that I am ready to run my 100 miler, but I am more afraid than ever, because it is so out of the realm of my understanding.  Basically I am running a 100K (the longest I have ever done), followed by a half marathon and a full marathon.  Who wants to run another half and full AFTER a 100K?  Not me.  (OK.  Me.)

In terms of time, the longest I have been going continually (including short breaks at aid stations) is 16 hours and 14 minutes.  I have to plan on being out there nearly TWICE as long.  All night! (or “All Day,” as one of my friends says)

I have a month to get my mind around it… but the marathon/ultra every month prep is over and the real adventure is about to begin…

White Rock Lake New Year’s Day 5M – 2011

January 1, 2011

The first race of the year.  I like this event because it doesn’t start at 7am or 8am on New Year’s Day.  I have gone for runs at 8am on New Year’s Day, and trust me, no one really wants to be there!  This race starts at 10am.  Which means you can sleep in (sort of), and stumble off to the races.

I made a good arrangement on my return flight, so that Dad didn’t have to take me to this race and then go straight to the airport.  My flights doesn’t leave until 5pm… so I can drive to the race on my own and then take a shower, gather my belongings and head out the door.

The last time I ran this event, they had had torrential rains the day before and large portions of the trail were underwater… and the race started 45 minutes late and was a 5K instead of a 5 miler.  Even so, there were 4 sections where I had to run through ankle-deep water!

This year, it was just cold – basically the same issue I kept having with breathing was occurring.

The race has a massed start on a large road, but quickly (within 1/2 mile), it contracts to a smaller road and then onto a two-way park trail.  It’s important to go out fast so that I don’t get trapped behind slower folk, but at the same time, it’s better to not go out TOO faster as I would like to have a strong finish and perhaps win an award in my age group… er… my weight class.

This race has three weight divisions along with the age divisions.  I think, however, for women, there is just Athena, because I don’t think the women that admit they are Athena runners want to be associated with the weight division names.  The first group is my group… and is just plain Clydesdales.  It’s 200 – 214 pounds.  The next group is “Rhino” (or “FINO” – Fat in Name Only).  This is 215-239 pounds.  Lastly, is “Hippo,” which is 240 pounds plus.  See, women don’t want to run in a Hippo category.  And the truth is that most men don’t want to, either.  Or, at least, they don’t want to admit that they are Hippos.  I say, “Go for it, and don’t be a Hippo-crit.”  (Getting the puns out of the way for the year…)

My speed on the first mile is indicative of getting out of the way of everyone… and thus is a bit too fast – 6:51.

As the trail wends through the park, we have several wooden bridges crossing creeks, and several crossings under streets and highways.  I get to Mile 2 in 7:40 (maybe overdid the slowing down).

The trail somewhat ends onto a street.  The race isn’t simply out-and-back; it goes through a little “noose” at the far end.  For the most part, you can spot the people ahead of you, but lose a couple in the loop around to get back on the trail.  I am counting people to see if I finish at least in the top 100… and also to see how many competitors there are and how I factor in amongst all of them.  Mile 3 is basically the other side of Mile 2, and I finish that in 7:13.

Now back under the streets and over the wooden bridges to Mile 4 (7:26).  I stick with my usual slight slow down just after Mile 4 to gird myself for the final burst of energy.  As soon as we emerge from the park path onto the street, there is still 300-400 yards to go.  I don’t want to show my hand until I get onto the straightaway and can outkick anyone around me.

I put on a nice burst of speed at the end and beat a couple of people (none of which look like Clydesdale material – usually when I think I beat someone in my age group… they are 8-10 years younger).  My last mile is 7:04 and my total time is 36:29.  I am pretty happy with the time, because the other 3 races I did here were closer to 8:00/mile, and this is more like 7:20.

I await the awards (it’s pretty freezing cold out) and enjoy some spiked egg nog and mimosas (and soda).  Nicely enough, they give out the Clydesdale awards FIRST.  This year, instead of another medal or plaque, the award is a gold-rimmed champagne flute with the race details and “Award Winner” etched into the glass.  Hopefully, I don’t break it on the flight home!

Carrollton Runners 5K Prediction Run – 2010

December 26, 2010

Boxing Day and yet another race.  I am back in Carrollton for another one of their races… though this time, it is a ‘Can’t-Wear-Your-Watch’ 5K Prediction Run.  Given that I have run a 5K here last weekend (and a race yesterday), I decide to predict a little slower than I had run previously.  I KNOW my body.

The one strange thing about prediction runs is that your mind will play tricks on you.  You can say that you will run a certain time, but then you start to think… maybe I went out too fast… or maybe I am WAY off my time… and you can’t look at your watch and check.

I try to just pace myself the same way I paced myself when I ran 24:17 and hope that 24:31 reflects my tired state.  The temperature is mildly less cold so I am not sure if that will put me out faster.  When I get to the halfway point, I feel like I am a little fast, so I slow down a bit for the second half.

When I come in, my time is 24:32 (dang, should not have slowed down so much), and my splits were 12:05 out and 12:40 back.  I finished 3rd overall (!) and 4th best predictor.  The top 2 win prizes and there is a Jackpot if you can predict to the nearest hundredth of a second (that’s why the carryover is close to $300).  I finish out of the running.

In the afternoon, after the race, I work on two end-of-the-year goals:

1.  To finish with 1500 net miles for the year
2.  To do some “concentration” training towards my 2011 goal of completing a 100-mile race

For #2, the best way to effect this, is to do miles at a slow-ish pace (like 15 minutes/mile) while reading.  If I can read and stay on course, then I will do better late at night when I am on a trail and not tripping over roots.

I head over to the Cooper Clinic outdoor mile course (which wends its way through the grounds of the property – in other words, not a track, but a course with a lot of turns).  I end up walking 11.75 miles at 15 minute pace, and finish 300 pages of my book.   Rocky Raccoon 100M is in just a few weeks and this is essential to me being able to complete the race.

Now for goal #1, I need 13.9 more miles to get to 1500.

Plano Pacers 5M – 2010

December 25, 2010

Yes, there really was a 5 mile race on Christmas Day.  Part of this is due to the fact that Plano Pacers hold a 5 mile race on the 4th Saturday of the month… doesn’t matter that it’s Christmas.  I wonder if there is going to be a big crowd or not.  From what I can tell, it’s the usual group, but maybe down in size a little bit.

Because of how my family has done Christmas the past few years, it is not a HUGE imposition for me to borrow my parents’ car and go do this race.  We don’t wake up at the crack of dawn to open presents.  My nephews (5 and 3) usually come over at about noon to open whatever we have for them.  Our present-opening takes place around 10:30 or 11:00 (after breakfast) and we are very methodical about it – one person opens a present, and then picks the next present to open and so on and so forth… until all are opened (or the nephews arrive).  Since the race is at 8am, I will be done by 9am, and home by 10am (the drive isn’t that far, but I want to get my award that I think I will get).

Last year, it was so cold at this event, that we had to wait a bit until they could re-route part of the course and put down salt to melt the icy sections.  While it is 37 degrees out (even colder than last weekend), the ground is not icy and therefore dangerous.

On the other hand, I am still having difficulty with breathing in the cold air, but my splits are 7:56, 8:13, 8:15, 8:01 and 7:48… so all hovering right around the 8:00/mile mark.  The surface today is a bit better than last weekend, but still hard on my knees.  My 40:13 time is good enough for 24th overall (of maybe 70) and first in the Clydesdale division (who all tend to be older).  Had I run in my age group, I think I would have been 5th.