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Skyline 50K – 2016

August 7, 2016

The race is back to Sunday again.  I liked last year when the race was on Saturday.  On the one hand, I had to run the day after I drove up, but conversely, I had a day to recover and hang out with my family on the way back.

Then again, Mom and Dad aren’t around this weekend because of Dad’s HS reunion this weekend in Southern California.  I suspect that we are passing each other in Central California.  I did, however, get to have a nice BFT dinner with my sister Marisa and our friend Shauna and watched some of the opening ceremonies of the Olympics (though not exactly conducive to getting a good night’s sleep before a long race).

The course this year is a bit different, having to do with some construction going on around the dam area (dam it), so we will start out in the same direction as at the Dick Collins Firetrails 50M and work our way over to Bort Meadow from a different direction.  On the map, you cannot really tell how different it will be or if it will be tougher, but if we are heading in the direction that the original Skyline Course used to end, there are some dramatic uphills that I don’t necessarily want to tackle.

For the past few years, starting with Skyline 50K 2013, I create a laminated pace sheet to carry with me and on the back side, I do some kind of dedication (starting with an inspiration to my HS friend, Brian Kelly, who unfortunately died at 42 the day before the race).  Last year, Skyline was my 100th marathon or ultra (27 mararathons, 73 ultras) so I dedicated it to the 10 people who most influenced me getting into running.

Today, I am at a different milestone – my 80th ultramarathon, so I have decided to dedicate it to eight people I met while running ultras that made a difference in my life.  (See attached PDF for the pictures.)skylinepace16

First is Ken Michal.  I met him as we passed in the dark during the Santa Barbara 100M/100K.  Later, I learned he had spent 8 hours in a port-a-pottie because the aid station blew off the mountain and it was the warmest spot available.  We have since met at many other events, and he is a pretty amazing (All Day!) athlete.

Next is Amy Dodson, who I first met at American River 50M in 2010.  She had a lung and leg removed as a teenager, so she is hard to miss.  I thought she was another one-legged athlete, Amy Palmeiro-Winters, who had run the North Face Challenge a year prior, and when I asked her if her name was Amy, who knew that there was more than one Amy with a prosthetic leg running an ultra?  We ran a few miles together, but our real great experience was at Miwok the following year when we ran together for several hours.  I received the “brunt” of good wishes as fellow competitors cheered us (her mostly) on.

Next, a pair together, Dave McCaghren and Jerry Hollingsworth, who I met perchance at the Sunmart 50M pre-race dinner.  Pretty much I sat down at a lonely table because I didn’t really know anyone from the Texas location of the race.  We ended up on the same race shuttle to, and from the race, had cocktails at the hotel post-race, and ended up breakfasting the next morning, too.  A few years later, I stayed with Jerry and a friend the night before my first (and so far, only) 100 miler, the Rocky Raccoon.

At the Santa Barbara 100M (attempt #2 where the race didn’t actually get cancelled), I got lost and then fell apart by Mile 29 (though more than 30 miles for me at that point).  When I got back to the finish (to then help out and cheer people in), I met a guy from Long Beach (that I never knew before) who had some ultra experience (including Barkley).  I haven’t (yet) given into some of his insanity, but he (and dog Lacey) were invaluable in pacing me at Twin Peaks 50M last year (my first and only pacer to date).

A few years ago at Skyline, I ran a few miles with another early starter.  She was no slow runner, just starting early because her friend was.  We are not really alike and follow different tracks in life, but I have always enjoying running and talking with her (and reading about her various trail and ultra adventures).  Meg Deverin Cheng and I met up again at the start (and finish) line today.

Two years ago, at the High Desert 50K in Ridgecrest, I ran cumulatively a few hours with Darrell Price, ten years my junior and local to Ridgecrest (and occasionally works in Long Beach, too).  Both of us are big guys (I’m taller, naturally.) so we had that to commiserate about.  Last year, I stayed with him at his house less than a mile from the Start Line, and hope to do so again this year.

Finally, Laurin Miertschin, who I met at Twin Peaks 50M my first year.  Both of us ended up doing the 50K drop down.  She has also ventured out on my hash events, and convinced me to run a number of tough local races.  I hope she gets back out there soon since she seems to be injured a lot these days.

Besides, my eight ultrabuddies motivating me to do well, I did a countdown of my 8th most favorite ultramarathons and the 8th hardest ones.  (If you are on FB, you can revisit my posts from July 29 to August 6th.)

Something different that I am doing today is wearing my GPS watch to both see where I am on the course and also, it shows me my best pace on each section.  I always have a vague idea of where I am on the course, but I also enjoy knowing EXACTLY where I am at.

The race starts out on time and they recognize the folks who have done 10+ Skylines.  This year is my 9th.  Hoping for some special giveaway next year.

As mentioned above, the course is different and we are heading towards the suspension bridge.  I wonder if it will be crowded when we get there as for Dick Collins I had to wait 2-3 minutes to cross, so I hung back a bit… but when I get there, we go, not over the bridge, but around it.  That’s kind of disappointing.  I hope to cross it en route to the finish, just because I feel like that makes the whole race for me.

After the bridge, we go to the right (in the final miles, we come from the left) and begin heading up a fairly steep road.  I have to walk this.  At the first aid station (a mere 5K from the start), I’ve done 38:37, so a pretty slow start.  GPS says that my fastest pace was 6:30 (probably a short downhill stretch).

The course continues paralleling a paved road, and crossing it a couple times.  After about 3 miles, the terrain becomes familiar and I know I am on the path to Bort Meadows.  I don’t like the trail leading there, because it is single-track and rutted, which is not great to run on.  At least it is still overcast.  Four miles more, 50-odd minutes, a much better average pace.  If I want to break 7 hours, I will need to get a better pace in soon.

From Bort to Big Bear (basically the Fish Ranch Road crossing) is around 3 miles, a mile-and-a-half of gentle uphill and a mile-and-a-half of decently steep downhill.  I am always reminded that we have to do this in reverse.  Another 38 minutes here (but that does include stopping just before the aid station to put my inserts facing forward again (they slip because my shoes don’t fit perfectly)).

Once I cross Fish Ranch Road, it’s a bunch of single-track, uphill, mostly familiar trail, but then we do take a slightly different route to get up to Skyline Gate, a more circuitous route.  It just makes the long uphill suck more.  Four more miles, 63 minutes.  It’s looking less likely that I can break 7 hours.  Yes, my total time is 3:11 and I am just about halfway there, but I know there are some sections ahead where I will definitely lose more time.

Marisa and Shauna meet me at Skyline Gate and I convince them to at least walk with me to the French Trail turn-off.  It’s nice having some familiar company.

French Trail is a steep downhill and there were a bunch of people hiking on it.  This is my best chance to make up a little bit of time, before I lose a bunch of time later (as my feet hurt more and more as the event goes on – last year, I wore the better cushioned Hokas, this year, the shoes aren’t as soft).

Unfortunately, it isn’t ALL downhill, and on the really steep uphill, I got a bit gassed out and then my feet started to hurt more than usual.  (Might be a recurrence of my plantar fasciitis.)  According to the GPS, 5.7 miles in 100 minutes (so not really picking up any time).

Now, I have the 3 mile segment, in reverse, with the steep uphill and the gentle downhill.  I am struggling more than usual on the uphill portion.  Typically, my times in either direction are comparable (within 5 minutes of each other), but I was 10 minutes off in the reverse direction.  Even on the downhill, I don’t feel like running.

From Bort Meadows, I now have over 5 miles to Honker Bay, and if I remember this section correctly, it seems like a whole lot more than 5 miles.  You essentially parallel some of the earlier trail and then there are a number of long switchbacks uphill and then a slight drop, and then more and more uphill.  I know that when I get to the treeline, well, I’m not getting any closer.  Feels closer, but never is exactly.

I am watching my GPS overall time, and at this point, I am just hoping to get to Honker Bay in under 7 hours… but officially, 7:00:09.

Now there is about 2.3 miles to the finish, and hopefully I get to have the soothing bounce of the suspension bridge to carry me through to the end.  Now I am in the sun of the day and my feet are really sore.  I am just trying to get through the last bit.  (I mean, I WILL, but it is a struggle.)

When I get to the bridge, it is disappointing that we are going around it again; I will talk to the race director.  We should be going across it at least once… that’s the best part that I look forward to.

Once across the bridge, it is paved to the finish.  I try and walk briskly on the uphills and flats and shuffle/soar on the downhill sections.  I am able to pass a few stragglers in this part, and get to the finish in 7:46:38.  Definitely one of my slowest times, though, given that it was a different course, it is a personal best on this particular course!

I can’t hang out very long at the finish line as I need to drive back to Southern California afterwards (stopping first to shower and pack up at my folks’).

Looking forward to at least 20 more ultras and to reach 100!






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.



Sunmart 50M – 2008

December 6, 2008

Left on Friday to fly out to Houston for the Sunmart race.  Last time, I flew into Dallas and drove down to Houston, ran the race and then drove back to run the marathon.  Since I am not doing the marathon (and besides, it’s next weekend anyway), I didn’t get a rental car and just took a shuttle to the hotel (which is the Airport Sheraton).

Check in for the race was the same fun as last year, with all of the cool gear available – Polo shirt, long-sleeved Tech shirt, really nice duffel bag, sunglasses, poncho, disposal camera, etc.  For dinner, I ended up sitting at a table where only 2 guys were sitting.  Hardly anybody else came and sat down, so we had a really nice conversation.

They were two friends from North Texas, Dave and Jerry.  Neither had run this race before and neither had done 50 miles before.  It sounded like Dave was a faster runner than either me or Jerry, so we left it mostly as we will probably run into each other tomorrow and see what happens.

The guest speaker this year was Bob Kennedy, at the time, the only white American male to break 13 minutes in the 5K!  It was interesting to hear him speak, but I noted that his body didn’t seem to be all that in shape for running.  He admitted (during the talk) that he was all-but-retired from running and just living life.  I can understand retired from International Competition, but I don’t get retired from running, especially because the guy was just 6 months older than me… he had just turned 38!

I tried to get to sleep early, because the van ride ($20 RT) to the park was leaving at 5am CST and I usually need an hour to get ready.  It was all I could do to fall asleep by 10:30pm.  Dang.

In the morning, I woke at 4am (2am CA time) and got myself together.  I didn’t have to pack up my room at least, since I would be staying Saturday night there, too.  When I got downstairs, I found Jerry and Dave also waiting for the Van and we rode in the same vehicle.  That was really nice, just because it’s nice to do a race with someone you know (even if you just met them the night before).

The set-up in the park was essentially the same, with the inflatable Christmas displays, the extensive food tent, etc.  The major difference between this year and last year is definitely the temperature.  Last year, it was 65 degrees at the start.  This year, it’s closer to 30 degrees.  COLD!  There are heat lamps in the food tent area and everyone is huddled close together to try and stay warm.  I have some brief conversations with people who are running the 50K and still have to stay warm for another 45 minutes after I leave.

The only guy in a T-shirt and shorts and no gloves!

The only guy in a T-shirt and shorts and no gloves!

The other difference, gear-wise, is that I am wearing the brand-new gift given to me at the AREC Pasta Party – detachable neck protector (from the sun) and Gaiters (to keep rocks out of my shoes) (camouflage, see picture above).

Because it is so cold out, I am ready to go (and so is everyone else) WELL before the run start at 7am.

The course hasn’t changed from last year, with the same mile or so out-and-back section at the start (out from the start and back when you finish a loop), crossing the road to the single track section and leading to the first aid station on the fire road.

Since my watch only records one split, I try and remember how fast I can get to the first aid station and then my total time on the loop.  My goal is to be no slower than 2:45 per loop (which would put me at 8:15 after 3 loops (or 15 minutes under the cutoff)) and hopefully around 11 hours (or an hour under the cutoff).

On my first go-round, I hit the first aid station in 23 minutes.  ‘course, I am fresh.

We continue on the same fire road on an out-and-back section (this time, actually out-and-back in the same motion), single track to the edge of the lake, along the levee path, through a marshy section with wooden bridges over it, back along the edge of the lake, and then finishing on the out-and-back section to finish the loop.

This out-and-back section is the best part of the whole race, even though I have to do it 8 times today.  The treat of any ultramarathon is the people who are running it and the camaraderie in sharing this experience.

On the initial out, everyone has his or her head down and is concentrating on not tripping on roots and running a decent pace.  By the time you reach the first time back in, you are sharing the out-and-back with those ahead of you who have already finished their first loop, and when you head back out, you are sharing the course with those behind you who are about to finish their loop.  It’s kind of like a preview of the people you may pass on the next loop or the people who may pass you.  I’m keeping a lookout for Dave and Jerry.  Dave is a little bit behind me on the first loop, which I finish in 2:05 (WELL ahead of the 2:45 goal).  I also see some of the 50K folks, though we are not yet in sync with them because they started 45 minutes later (though their loop is shorter).

On the second loop, I slow down just a tad and reach the first aid station in 28 minutes, and go on to finish the 2nd loop in 2:35, which was my time for my initial loop in 2007.

On the out-and-back, I notice that Dave is about the same distance back and I have yet to see Jerry.  As I am almost through the out section on the beginning of my third lap, I hear someone call out, “Emmett!  Great to see you here!”  Don’t think it could be Jerry… no, it’s my friend Darcie (from AREC and the Hash) who is running in the 50K.  Very cool.  Didn’t expect to really see anyone I knew.

My pace slows even further on the 3rd loop, and I reach the first aid station in 30 minutes.  I am throwing in a lot more walking breaks than the last two loops and I am also getting a bit chafed in the groinal area.  I finish the 3rd loop in 3:03, and my total for the first three loops is 7:43, putting me more than 45 minutes ahead of the cutoff (which is WAY better than last year’s 7 minutes).

I wave one more time to Dave (what the heck happened to Jerry?) and Darcie and set off for my final lap.  I already feel a lot better than last year because I didn’t cramp heavily on my third loop.  I am slightly slower on the 4th loop again to the first aid station, but I am walking most of the section at this point and come in around 33 minutes this time.

When I get to the levee road, I am passed by Dave, so we have a brief time running together and I get the scoop on Jerry.  Apparently, he was a little behind Dave, enough so that I didn’t see him on the out-and-back, and on the second loop he did a header and was out of commission for a bit.  He kept soldiering on, but eventually it was apparent that he could not make the cutoff on the third loop (unless he sprinted?) and had to drop out entirely.

As it started to get a bit dark, I started stumbling more on the roots.  At least I had my own light to get me through the more difficult sections.  These small stumbles would give me leg cramps, but I was able to push through them… almost push them away entirely.  I finished my last loop in 3:08 and finished in 10:51:46, just about 1 HOUR faster than last year.

Looking an hour better at the finish line

Looking an hour better at the finish line

Once I was done, I picked up my medal and finisher’s jacket – nice material, zip up, with logo on the back and hood, and went to get some food.

Unlike last year when I had to drive myself back to Dallas and run a marathon the next day, I was heading back to the hotel in Houston and had a shared van ride to take.  Basically, the vans went back when they were full… and despite finishing an hour faster, I was in the last van.  Dave had finished 5 minutes ahead of me, so he was also in the van, and Jerry waited for his friend, despite not finishing.  We decided to wait IN the van for the other people riding back, because it was a whole lot warmer in the van than it was outside.

After about 45 minutes of waiting, basically for the entire race to end (after 12 hours), the final two occupants showed up – Meg (from Kentucky), who talked more than I did; and Miguel, from Virginia, who was the last 50K finisher (right up against the time limit… had a leg issue, but persevered).  The five of us had a nice conversation the entire way back (some of the other folk in the van may have been irritated by us, but WHATEVER).

When we got back to the hotel, all I wanted to do was to go to my room and get some sleep, but Jerry, Dave and Miguel said that they were going to put their stuff in their room and then have a beer at the bar (I think the room came with one drink voucher.).  I said that I might come downstairs if I could get my act together.

I went up to the room, took a quick shower, and changed my clothes.  I thought, what the heck, I might as well go down and see if they are still there (because I think I was up there for a while).  Sure enough, they were carrying on in the bar (not raucously, but famously)… and we had only JUST met Miguel in the van, but hey, we had all just had this neat experience together.  I was almost sad when we all decided to call it a night.

My flight was in the early afternoon the next morning, so I said if you have breakfast somewhat late, maybe I’ll see you in the morning.  Dave and Jerry were driving back to Abilene in the morning and wanted to get an early start, and I don’t know what Miguel’s plans were.

I got a good night’s sleep and wandered down to breakfast around 9-something… and who was mid-breakfast?  Jerry, Dave and Miguel.  “I thought you’d be long gone,” I said.

“Well, we weren’t quite ready for that early start,” they replied… and the adventure continued.  We exchanged e-mails and wondered if we would ever meet again at a race… and a few years later, we did.