American River 50 Race Report: It was a good Day

“Do you have a goal?”

“I have been icing my legs like crazy, my legs are tired, but I think they should be fine. A sub 10 isn’t crazy, right?”

“I don’t think it’s crazy, if we are feeling good I think we can do it.”

This was the conversation I had with my friend “M” before last weekend’s race.  She had just done a 100k the Sunday before AR50 and we were talking about possible time goals. Before this race I had never had a goal in an ultra except to “finish and have fun”, which, ideally is always the goal, but this time I put a number out there. Sub 10. I had been feeling good lately, having a lot of faster runs, but getting a sub 10 would mean saying I could PR by at least 40 minutes.  That’s a lot of frickin’ time! It added a little bit of stress that usually isn’t there before trail races, the one thing I love about trail races is the lack of stress before the event and here I was throwing out a number, hoping I can hit it.

M came down on Thursday night, we picked her up on Friday morning (day off work, woohoo!), grabbed our bibs and breakfast and headed back to the house to relax before the big day on Saturday.  As we sat around noshing on some Little Caesar’s Hot N Ready pizza we finalized our plans for the next day. M and I were going for a sub 10, Kynan would stick with us as long as possible and then back off if he felt he was working too hard.  His goal was to finish the race uninjured, he was just coming back from injury and our main goal for the season is Tahoe Rim Trail 100, this race was just a stepping stone. After finalizing our plan we packed everything we would need, laid out our running outfits and tried to get some sleep.

Our “flat guy and flat ladies”. (Left to right: Kynan, me, and M)

Saturday morning was a little chilly, while I hate the cold, it’s always a good sign to start the race chilly.

Brrr!!! Dang do I hate the cold!

Before I start in on the actual race I should mention that the course has changed from last year.  The course used to start at Sacramento State University and went for like a squillion miles (ok, more like 24) on the paved bike trail, with a few miles of trail before hopping onto single track at mile 27. This is both good and bad: on the one hand it makes for a FAST course, on the other hand it’s 24 miles of pavement – it hurts – and can lead one to go out WAY too fast at first and blow up in the second half.  This year, however, the first 16 miles have changed.  This year the race starts on the south side of Folsom Lake (Brown’s Ravine), goes to Folsom Point, runs along the south side of Lake Natoma and rejoins the old course at the Hazel Bridge.  There is still a lot of pavement, just not as much, I would guess about 20 miles of pavement instead of 24. As a side note, I think this makes the course approx. 15 minutes slower.

The start has been broken up into two waves (there are 1,000 people headed towards single track, just makes sense) and as luck would have it we started in the first wave.  There is about a mile of pavement before turning onto a single track trail.  As expected it slows down as we hit the trail, race jitters have me itching to go faster and a smidge impatient.  There’s a few miles of trails before we pop back out onto pavement at Folsom Point.  We are all feeling good, I don’t feel like I am pushing the pace at all.  Perfect.  We head out of Folsom Point and are on the road for a while, I look down at my watch and see a sub 9 minute pace. I freakout for a second, M notices and looks at the pace – we just clocked off an 8:45.  In every other 50M this would be considered way too fast, but it’s pavement and we don’t feel like we are pushing the pace so we keep at it.  Around mile 7 Kynan mentions that he is going to back off the pace so he makes sure he gets to the finish in one piece. We wished each other well as M and I pulled away.

M and I wind our way down to Folsom Crossing, across Walker Bridge and started along the south side of Lake Natoma. I was trying to keep an eye on the pace without paying too close attention. We were running by feel, the pace didn’t feel hard so I was trying not to worry too much about the sub 9/low 9 minute miles.  Before we know it we are at the aid station my club runs (mile 12.6)! I just love see all the Buffalo Chips, it was definitely a boost!

(Photo courtesy of The Slow Antelope) Here we are coming into the aid station.

We dropped off our headlamps with our crew, grabbed some Oreos and headed out.  After this we slowed our pace a little, mentally it made me feel a little better, in the back of my head I was really worried about going out too fast and blowing up in the later miles.  We made our way over Hazel Bridge and ran along the bluffs.  It was our first taste of the trails and it felt so good to get off the pavement. My legs had started to get a little tight from the pavement and the bit of dirt helps a lot. In the blink of a mile we were back on the pavement and we hit the Negro Bar aid station (mile 20ish), at this point there is a 4 mile steady climb on pavement until you hit Beals Point.  In past years I have struggled with this section.  Earlier I had mentioned to M that I always seem to suffer here, it’s hot and exposed.  I always walk part of this climb.  This year was different, our faster pace meant we were here earlier in the morning, temps were still cool and the big factor was M was there.  She is an awesome climber, something I aspire to be.  It was a slow and steady climb, M mentioned that the great thing about this climb was although is was long it wasn’t too steep.  I think this comment was more for me than her and it did help. I started thinking about the hills I have climbed in other races and all the sudden this one didn’t seem so bad.  We made it to the top and ran into the Beal’s aid station parking lot.  We ran the WHOLE way! I have never done it before, I felt like I was working a bit to do it, but I never got the burning sensation in my legs so I knew I wasn’t pushing it too hard.

We rolled into Beal’s at 4:01 and I really needed to use the bathroom, thank goodness there was a stall open. I came out and met M at the aid station and started looking for our crew.  This was one of the big stations and we had made drop bags that they were carrying. I wanted my Ensure, I have a problem taking in enough calories and I wanted those sweet 250 calories.  We looked around for a while (my watch read 4:07) and when we finally decided to just leave, we couldn’t wait any longer (we were coming up on 4:12) I found a friend who was working the aid station. I asked her to tell Kynan that we had missed our crew (I was sure they would be there by the time he rolled through), that we came in at 4:00 and really needed them at Granite Bay (mile 29).  As we left the aid station and turned the corner we saw them.  They HAD made it! I was relieved to see them and threw back an Ensure. It wasn’t really hot, but I stuffed some ice down my shirt  to try to stay head of the heat.

M and I trotted off happily headed to the single track. FINALLY, we had reached the trails!  We had been talking about reaching them since mile 12.  I always say that this is where the race really begins.  The soft trails felt SO good. I was in my happy place and the extra calories gave me a nice energy boost.  Before hitting Granite Bay there is an unofficial aid station that a bunch of friends run.  I could hear them long before I saw them.  This is one of the things I really love about this race.  It’s the hometown race and I get the pleasure of seeing so many friends on the trails and cheering. M and I trot on by, exchanging salutations. The Wrong Distance Runners rock!  Seeing them is a great way to break up the longer stretch between the official aid stations.  It’s only 5.14 miles, not really that far, it was just a nice way to break it up.

All the sudden we were at Granite Bay and I saw my mom (my crew), she made it!!! Friday night M had talked me into putting a piece of cheese pizza in my drop bag, I was a little skeptical, but she had turned me onto the awesomeness of quesadillas during ultras so I was willing to give it a try.  We both grabbed our 29 mile celebratory slice of pizza and an Ensure and left.  We wouldn’t see our crew until Rattlesnake Bar (mile 40.8).

I was feeling relatively good and glad I got so many calories there.  The 30s are usually my crappy miles so I was prepared for a little bit of a suffer-fest.  In this course the 30s are also in a section called the “meat grinder”.  It’s usually the slowest section of the race, very rocky, constant ups and downs, and some people slow down a lot and the trail can make it hard to pass people.  The meat grinder is a little hot and the shade is hit and miss, depending on the time of day.  As my watch beeps 31 miles I notice that I just PR’d in the 50k (5:23).  Not a good thing to do in the middle of a 50 miler.  Oh well, we were rolling with the flow of the trail.

While the 30s weren’t my crappy miles (actually I didn’t really have any in this race), they were definitely slower and I was starting to get tight.  We were both looking forward to finishing the race. I can only imagine how tired M’s legs were, she had run a tough 100k the weekend before.  We got down to business, stuck our heads down and made our way through the 6 miles of the meat grinder.  About halfway through (mile 37ish) we hit an aid station that, of all things, serves ice cream!  Worried about what dairy would do to my insides I always pass, one year I will try some.  We grabbed some coke and went on our way.

The next aid station was Horseshoe Bar, again we grabbed some Oreos and coke and were off.  M and I are pretty in sync at this point and we both make a point to be as fast as possible through aid stations. So much time can be lost in them. The miles were starting to feel a little longer, even though we were leaving the meat grinder and there was a bit more shade.  It was mostly mental, I kept doing systems checks: thirsty? when was the last time I ate something?  how are the legs?  is it a tired hurt that will stop when I am done or is it something serious?  It was always the first, so no walking.  Suck it up and keep going.

After what seemed like an hour (it was nowhere near an hour) we made it to Rattlesnake Bar.  This aid station is a big party! Lots of faces I knew and my crew! I grabbed some coke (I have been grabbing it at all the stations, which seems to be working great) and head over to my mom and in-laws. My legs are a little wobbly, I am definitely feeling the 40.9 miles, but am overall feeling ok.  My mind is still clear and one thing is on my mind: Ensure! As predicted, my calorie intake started to suffer and this was a needed energy boost. I asked about Kynan, I was worried that he would have to drop and they he would be part of our crew when we arrived, to my delight I heard he was doing well and only about 30 minutes behind us. I was SO happy to hear this!!!

We left Rattlesnake in high spirits and with only 2.8 miles to the next aid station. Hmmm… I did just say only 2.8, right? This section seemed to stretch on a little bit, however, running with M always makes it better.  We both get a little salty the farther we are into a race, phrases like “Let’s get this shit done!” start floating into the conversation. We reach Dowdin’s Post aid station and are reminded that we have less than a 10k to go.  That perks me right up. I can do a 10k in my sleep! I guess I looked asleep because one of the workers drenched my neck in cold water, saying “This will wake you up!”  Apparently, I WAS asleep, because that did indeed wake me up. It was so refreshing. We had about 3 miles until the last big climb of the race. We had slowed noticeably, but were steadily passing people.  If I recall correctly, only one or two people passed us.

Reaching the bottom of Last Gasp is always an emotional roller coaster. I know there is only 3.25 miles to the end, but it’s 3.25 miles uphill with 1000′ of climbing. To top it off you start out with a steep section called “That Dam Wall”, it’s short, but steep. We power hike it and run when we can until we reach the last aid station, Last Gasp.  This station is famous for being manned (pun intended) by the Boys of Last Gasp.  They are dressed in tights and no shirts, two years ago I had no idea they were there and thought I was seeing things when I came up to the aid station.  These guys are also know for running a great aid station.  They run downhill to you, ask if you need anything refilled and will run uphill to the station to fill it for you.  It’s really great that late in the race when my motor skills aren’t at their best. M and I breezed through the aid station, barely stopping and started our run up Last Gasp.

I look at M and tell her, “On a good day I can run the rest of the way up this hill.”  She replies, “THIS IS A GOOD DAY!” I think my facial expression told her otherwise.  M is tough and pushes me more than I would have on my own.  We run a lot of the  hill, much to my chagrin.   We reach the last steep section (about 25′ long, but really steep) before you reach the road/finishing shoot and I just have to hike this thing.  I take a quick look at my watch 9:27. “Oh my gosh, I think we can get 9:30.” I think to myself. Once we hit the top we start pushing it.  I’m sure we were going slow, it felt fast.  M turns to me, “Come on broad, we have to cross the line together.”

(Photo credit Ingrid Skyrunner)

We see the arch and the clock and I can’t believe it as we cross the timing mat, 9:30!!!! I stop, stumble a second and we exchange sweaty hugs. Volunteers had us our medals and jackets, as we walk out of the finishing shoot we see our crew. I can’t believe it, 9:30 flat!!! That’s an hour and 8 minute PR!  I am so happy!!  My legs start to shake reminding me that I did indeed push it really hard today.  M and I make our way over to some lawn ours and we rest a while.

(Photo credit: Chris Jones)

After resting 15 minutes I am starting to keep an eye on the clock.  I really want to see Kynan come across the finish line. I head back over to the finishing shoot and ask if I can hand my husband his medal when he crosses.  The volunteer responded by saying, “Of course you can. In fact you can run him in if you want, just head back out the finishing arch and run him in.” I head on out the chute and wait for him.  The clock reads 10:000:00, I am hoping to see him soon.  Our crew said he was about 30 minutes back at Rattlesnake Bar so I am hoping to see him round the corner soon. Minutes pass by and I am cheering on the runners coming in.  The clock now reads 10:05:00 and I am starting to get slightly uneasy, this must be what it feels like for our crew every year, just waiting and wondering if everything is ok.  Another minute goes by and a guy rounds the corner. I can’t make out his face or shirt, but I KNOW that stride.  Kynan is looking good and happy!  We run in together, like we do every race.

(Photo credit: Ingrid Skyrunner)

10:06, a 33 minute PR for him!

We all gather around the lawn chairs clinking water and beers. Reveling in our races.  PRs all around, it was just a great day out on the trails.

Looking back I think we paced perfectly in the first half. Not too many people passed us in the last 15 miles and we passed a lot of people.  As always, I need to work on my fueling although it is getting better.  The pizza and ensure worked great as well as the caffeinated tailwind.

This week is a rest week and next week I’ll get back at it and start serious training for TRT100, the big dance of the season!

Run happy, friends!

2014 Modesto Marathon by Teddy Morris

Imagine the California International Marathon, in really nice weather, and without any of those pesky hills to run over.  That would be the Modesto Marathon!  If you were a person that enjoyed running Clarksburg; then, you would doubly enjoy running the Modesto Marathon!  After about three miles running through the city’s residential section (which is really very pretty and much like the Land Park neighborhood), you see “Mount Modesto” coming up (which is a freeway overcrossing, but pretty long and high, to give it some credit), and then you head out into the rural countryside, where the roads are long and straight, and the smell of farm-life is in the air!

Actually, the roads were a little bit nicer than in Clarksburg, not as beat up and arched, and it was kind of fun not having so many people around you when going through the course.  Basically, I just ran it like going out on the Bike Trail, at a pace that felt faster, but comfortable, and was about a half-block in front of the 3:30 pacer for almost all of the race.  So, if they would have ended the race at twenty-one miles, and just gave me the last five-point-two for looking good, I would have been under that time.  But, alas, I am not as good looking as Arnold, so they counted the last five, and that is where my second race began.  It was a struggle, and then I saw, once again, Mount Modesto in the distance.  Scaling its peak, I looked back to see the 3:35 pacer about a quarter-of-a-mile behind me.  So, I turned on the jets (which was more like speeding up from a 9:00 pace to a 8:55 pace) and managed to cross the finish line at the same time.  Luckily, I had a little time cushion because I didn’t cross the start line exactly when the race began.

So, I guess all of you probably know about the new Boston qualifying times?  Well, I didn’t!  After lying in the aid-station, next to Andy Harris (now we know why he was out there training so much in the park), we went over to the Boston Qualifying desk and I found out my new time is 3:30 for my age group.  And I can’t even sneak in because my birthday is too late in the year for 2015!  Oh well, it is not about the awards, anyway, is it?  The glory is in doing the best you can, from start to finish, and knowing that the reward is in being able to do it!

3/23/14  Modesto Marathon
Anna Brentan  29 – 2:41:52  First woman and Overall winner 6:10/M
Teddy Morris  53 – 3:34:46   First Chip 8:11/M
Bobbie Garcia  65 – 5:03:20  1st F65-69  11:34/M
Barb Elia  69 – 6:32:46   2nd F65-69  14:59/M

Quad Dipsea 2013 Race Report

By Laura Matz

Wow, what a race. Please forgive my scattered brain, I’m still trying to wrap my head around last Saturday’s race. Here’s a little background about the race. The Quadrupal Dipsea is an ultramarathon version of the original Dipsea race. The original race has been running for more than 100 years, it starts in Mill Valley and follows a trail up over the shoulder of Mt. Tamalpias and ends at Stinson Beach. The race starts off with the infamous Dipsea steps, all 676 of them (broken down into three sections). At the top of the stairs the trail rolls along, topping out on a hill called Cardiac. From there it’s a 2.6 mile drop (with a few more hills, of course) through redwoods and down some more wooden/dirt/rocky steps and ends at Stinson Beach. The Quad Dipsea is a double out and back from Mill Valley to Stinson Beach (Mill Valley to Stinson to Mill Valley, to Stinson, to Mill Valley). 28.4 miles and 9,000’+ in climbing.

I love this trail. I love this race.

 

This race is famous for its stairs in Mill Valley, 676 stairs in three separate flights is a LOT of stairs, but honestly, I don’t mind them that much. In fact, I really like them. What most people DON’T talk about are the stairs in the redwoods. They are a mixture of stone steps and wooded/dirt steps. Those are the steps I don’t like. They are steeper and slick, a real challenge. I knew these would be the toughest part both mentally and physically for me during the race. I was mentally preparing myself for this the night before and the morning of the race.

 

I am lucky enough to have a husband that not only runs with me, but when he cannot run (like now) he is the BEST crew. Wanting to support me and knowing that seeing him at Mill Valley and Stinson Beach would give me an emotional boost, Kynan came along for the fun. I was so glad he wanted to come to the race. He was always ready with my workout bag and vest just in case I needed anything. Having him by my side, enjoying the trails together is the perfect scenario, but if that’s not a possibility having him crew is the next best thing. He is the best crew ever. Period.

 

Saturday morning I got to Old Mill Park, picked up my bib, and milled around the start line. The RD said, “GO!” so I started off climbing, with my closest 260-ish Quad Dipsea friends, the Dipsea stairs in Mill Valley. I told myself last year and completely forgot this year that I need to start further up in the pack when climbing the stairs. It’s a pretty tight bottleneck and I was almost walking up the first flight of stairs. By the time I got to the second and third flights I was able to pick up the pace.

 

The first leg (MillValley to Stinson Beach) I was feeling great and flying over the trail quicker than was probably smart. After a couple of miles I caught up with a friend, M, and said, “Crap! Now I know I am really going too fast! I caught you!” We chatted for a few minutes and then I took off. I don’t know what possessed me as I pushed on. I ran through the Cardiac aid station and through the redwoods and down the steps on my way to Stinson beach. Somewhere in here I ran into Dave Mackey who had already hit the turnaround and was tackling the second leg. I reached Stinson Beach and Kynan, who drove over, feeling great! I tapped the aid station table and did an about face to start my second leg (Stinson to Mill Valley). First leg was completed in 1:40.

 

I was still feeling great, but I was making more of an effort to take it easy. Or so I thought. I caught up with friend I knew from last Quad Dipsea, who also ran Rocky Raccoon and was back again to tackle the Quad. It’s amazing how and where you meet trail friends. Sometimes this community can seem so small. We helped pull each other up the hills chatting away. They are expecting a baby (so exciting!)! He also gave me some insider tips for Bandera 100k, my upcoming run in the lovely Hill County of Tejas. We eventually parted ways and I made the first descent into Mill Valley (finishing the second leg of the race) and marking the halfway point. I felt great and didn’t stay too long. I took a page out of Healthy Gumbo’s racing book and had a second hydration vest pre-filled so all I had to do was change vests. I was in out of there in great time. Before I left I checked the clock a: CRAP! I had run the second leg 5 minutes faster than the first. Pffft! I was trying to slow down and I had sped up.

 

I started climbing the Mill Valley steps. I kept my spirits high by thinking this was the last time I was climbing THESE steps. It helped. I made myself slow down more on this leg, I knew the final leg would be the real test so I hiked some hills that I would have rather liked to run and kept it easy. It seemed to take a little longer to reach the Cardiac aid station this time, but I was still feeling relatively good. I had 2.6 miles to the turnaround point, I picked my way through the rocks, roots and redwood forest at a nice easy pace. All of the sudden I look down the hill I am running and someone is FLYING uphill towards me. It’s DAVE FREAKING MACKEY. He was looking great (on his way to a new course record!). I was taken aback by the speed in which he was climbing and then was a bit shocked when he politely said, “Excuse me.” And then “Great job, keep it up.” I stumbled my way through, “Thanks, you are doing great too.” Like he didn’t know he was doing great. Just a bit star struck. As I was putting the final touches on my new “Dave Mackey’s Number 1 Fan” page in my mind, I found myself once again and for the last time that Saturday at Stinson Beach. To my pleasant surprise I found Kynan waiting for me there and was just so happy to see him! I was not expecting him to be there again. I got such a boost from seeing him, it’s just what I needed. I gave him a kiss, tagged the aid station table, and promptly started my final traverse over Mt. Tamalpias to the finish line.

 

Quad Third Leg

 

I had mentally prepared myself for this last leg all day. I knew this was going to be a long 7.1 miles of quivering quads starting with the climb up those stairs (those DAMN stairs!) in the redwoods. Breaks would be needed. I hadn’t taken a break in my climbing all day, which is leaps and bounds better than last year. At this point my climbing had been reduced to lifting my legs and shoving my quads down with my arm strength. After a while my arms would need a break so I took a couple of 10 second breaks, what I thought would help only ended in me struggling to get my legs to move forward again. Since lifting my legs only became an issue if I stopped for a short break I took those sparingly. Finally done with the climb out of the ravine I felt better knowing it was mostly rolling and down hills to the finish. While climbing was out of the picture long ago, I found I could still run at a descent clip on the rolling hills and was still passing people on the down hills. I made quick time of the last few miles, not daring to look down at my watch, I didn’t want to jinx myself.

 

Earlier this year one of the goals I told my running coach I wanted to do was run a sub 7 hour quad Dipsea, I thought with enough time in the year to train this was a realistic goal. After the WV  Trilogy I was off running for two weeks and then on crutches for two weeks, so I hadn’t run longer than 16 miles and had only been back running for three weeks. My goal for the race was reduced to have fun and don’t get hurt.

 

When I saw the one mile marker I chanced a look at my watch and couldn’t believe what I saw! I had 11 minutes before the clock was set to strike seven hours. I was going to make it! It was literally all down hill and stairs to the end! Pushing my shot legs as hard as I dared, I navigated all three sets of stairs without incident. Looking up and seeing the flags, Kynan cheering, and finally the clock I was so elated! 6:57!!!!

 

Skidding to a halt I rested beside the results table when Kynan came over and wrapped me in one of those “I am so proud of you” hugs. There’s no better way to end a race. After doing some quick math I realized I took 28 minutes off last year’s time (a minute per mile)! At the same time one of the gentlemen manning the booth turned around and said, “Laura Matz? Congratulations you are first woman under 30!” The look of shock on my face was clear as his follow up questions was, “You are under 30, right?” I stumbled my way through a response that I WAS indeed under 30, but could you please double check the results? No way I had come in first female under 30. It turns out I was indeed first woman under 30, which had earned me a sweet hat and some cold hard cash.

 

Quad Winnings

 

While enjoying a beer (or two) and a slice of pizza (or three) I cheered the rest of my friends across the finish line. Everyone went home completely spent, happy, and smelling slightly of cheese pizza and beer.

 

 

Quad Finish with KQuad Finish with M

 

I am completely happy with how this race turned out. I finished without a peep from my ankle or hamstring which was the number one goal, the PR was just the icing on the cake. I love everything about this race: the views, the roots, the redwoods, the stairs (YES the stairs!), the smell of the ocean breeze, and the fantastic volunteers. I can’t wait to come back next year and run this race with Kynan.

Lake Tahoe Ironman by Dan Weintraub

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By Daniel Weintraub

They weren’t supposed to pass me on the climbs.

A little over an hour into the inaugural Ironman Lake Tahoe race last Sunday, with the sun rising over the snow-capped Sierra, racers started passing me on Dollar Hill, the first small climb on the bike course. That’s when I knew it was going to be a long day. I am slight of build, and climbing on the bike has always been my strong suit. I am supposed to start passing the big guys when the road tilts up hill. But not on this day. I was in trouble early, and it would go, well, downhill from there.

An Ironman race, for the uninitiated, consists of a 2.4 mile rough-water swim, a 112-mile bike race and a 26.2 mile marathon. This was my third, and my goal was to qualify for the Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii. To do that I would have to finish at least third in my age group. After more than a year of training just for this race, I thought I was ready.

But Ironman Lake Tahoe was no ordinary ironman, if there is such a thing. The course as laid out appeared to be the toughest in the world. The elevation at the start – the swim was at Kings Beach on the lake’s north shore – was significantly higher than the highest point on any other course. And we would climb 1,200 feet from there to the highest point on Brockway Pass, with a total of more than 7,000 feet of climbing on the bike course — again, more than any other ironman race. The run from Squaw Valley to Tahoe City and back, and then out and back on a shorter loop, was fairly flat, but even the small climbs on that course would feel like mountains at elevation.

Still, the course seemed perfect for me. The lake would be better than an ocean swim, the climbing on the bike suited my skills, I could train at elevation and the run seemed manageable. I thought I was ready for everything, having trained on the course on several summer weekends. Then the weather turned. The day before the race, the last day of summer, an unseasonably cold storm moved through Northern California. The wind picked up, and it started raining. As the sun set, snow mixed with rain. The forecast said the storm would move through overnight, and it did. But race day dawned with the temperature at the beach below 30 degrees. Ouch.

Yet the start at 6:40 a.m. was surprisingly comfortable. The race organizers commandeered a community center next door to give us a warm place to wait and don our wetsuits. I had to stand outside for only a few minutes on the beach before the swim, and the water temperature, at about 60 degrees, was fine. The gun went off and after 67 minutes of pushing, shoving, and hunting for a clear path in the lake through 2,500 swimmers, I was out of the water three minutes faster than my goal and on my way to the first transition. I was in 18th place in my age group.

That was chaos. An ironman has a “changing tent” where you can dry off and get ready for the bike. Many racers strip nude before putting on their bike gear, but I planned to leave my shorts on to save a few seconds. I grabbed my gear bag outside, took one step into the tent and was stunned. It was packed with bodies, standing room only, and still dark in the faint morning light. Guys would later call it “very Roman,” and a “Turkish bath house,” among other things. People bent over to pull on a sock and sat up to find a butt or other body part in their face. More importantly, many racers lost food and gear, including shoes,  in the mess as their stuff mingled with their neighbor’s at their feet. After one glance I decided I wanted no part of that and went back outside to change on the asphalt. It was still under 30 degrees, and I could barely move my fingers. Simple chores like putting on my socks seemed to take forever. Once I got dressed, the run to my bike was also longer than normal, and when I got there, my bike seat was covered with frost. I fumbled with my Garmin bike computer for 30 seconds or so, trying to turn it on. By the time I headed out, 10 minutes had gone by. Typically the first transition takes me three or four minutes. I was frustrated to have lost so much time while not even on the course, but I didn’t know at the time that my transition would be among the fastest. Many people took 15 or 20 minutes between the swim and the bike!

As I jumped on my bike and started riding the first section from Kings Beach toward Tahoe City, my legs just didn’t have the zip that I was used to. I still don’t know what went wrong, but while I would typically start the bike dialing back my power to conserve energy for the long haul, on this day I had to work harder than I wanted to just to come close to maintaining my goal pace and power. Again, what I didn’t know was that so many other people were suffering the same fate.

Despite my struggles, the first 40 or so miles on the bike course, from Kings Beach to Tahoe City, Truckee and Martis Valley, went pretty well. Between the transition and the start of the bike I passed a few guys in my age group and started moving up. I did not know it but I was in fifth place at the bottom of the big Brockway climb the first time around. I would have been happy with 15th at that point. But as I climbed Brockway Pass I felt slow, and guys were passing me again.  Regular cyclists will tell you that, while struggling, they often suspect they have a flat tire, even stopping to check, only to see that it was their legs, not the tires, that were the problem. But this time as I neared the summit I looked back and sure enough, I had a slow leak, and half the air in my rear tire was gone. Changing the flat with my cold fingers was clumsy, and it took me eight to ten minutes to get back on the road again. At the time I thought that delay could easily be the difference between qualifying for Kona or not, and I was upset. On the bright side, my son Max and my oldest friend, Kent and his son were there to cheer me on, so we were able to chat and they offered encouragement as I worked on the tire. They kept me calm and focused. That was nice.

Once I was off again the rest of the bike leg was fairly uneventful, if still not as fast as I’d planned. It was difficult to eat in the cold (at first my food was frozen) but I was able to keep to my nutrition and drinking plan. I guess because of the cold, I needed to pee on the second lap, something that had never happened to me in a race before. I did so without leaving the bike on a quiet section of the road. In other places it was great seeing so many fans alongside the course, cheering for their friends and family and all the other competitors. After completing two full laps and heading for the final segment from Kings Beach to Squaw Valley I felt pretty good. But my bike split was about 40 minutes slower than my goal, and I was 30 minutes behind third place. I thought maybe I could make up some time on the run, which is supposed to be my strong suit.

It didn’t happen. I came out of the transition ok but my legs again felt heavier than I was used to from past races and training sessions. Pacing myself by heart rate and time, I met my goals for the first five or six miles and passed several guys in my age group. I was moving iback into the top ten and still had a chance to make the podium. My plan was to keep my heart rate around 140 to 145 for the first loop, then push it hard on the second, shorter loop. Then, as we approached a turnaround at Tahoe City, I began to lose energy. My pace slowed. I tried and tried to push it, but I just didn’t have it. Even after we turned and the course started a gentle downhill I could not really pick up the pace. I was only ten miles into the marathon, and it was getting ugly. For some reason I was running with a pronounced tilt to my left side, but I couldn’t even sense that, or fix it. After a while I couldn’t stand the thought of eating more energy gel blocks, with their high concentration of sugar. Instead I ate bananas, which I always enjoy. And I was drinking my water. But I couldn’t get my mojo back.

By mile 17, as I approached the village at Squaw Valley and the end of the first loop, I was ready to quit. I knew I was out of the money and the thought of trudging through 9 more miles just to say I finished did not appeal to me. I’d already finished two ironman races. Why go through this torture just do that one more time? My whole body hurt and I felt weak and spent. My stomach started hurting, something that rarely happens to me, and I stopped to try to throw up, thinking that would help. I couldn’t even do that. But my family and friends who were there – including Chips Mark Murray and Jenny Hitchings – wouldn’t let me quit. My girlfriend Nicole, who rode the entire bike course in reverse and then shadowed me on the run course, was also insistent. They all told me I had to continue,  and they said I’d be happy that I did. After circling the village at Squaw, packed with spectators screaming their support for all of the athletes, I realized my crew was right. I had to finish. So I sucked it up, put one foot in front of the other, and headed back out for the second loop.

At this point I was no longer racing. I just had to finish. I stopped at every aid station and drank a cup of chicken broth, and Mark pushed me to drink some coke to settle my stomach. The sun was going down and it was getting dark, and colder. I stopped to walk several times, and slowed to chat with my crew. Finally the village and the finish beckoned ahead of me. As I ran through the village, I slapped high fives with the spectators who lined the route, made the final left turn and wobbled my way across the line. After a 4:28 marathon, my final time was 12:12, about 90 minutes slower than my goal. But 12 must have been my lucky number, because that was also my place in my age group, out of about 225 registered and 124 who finished.

I was stunned that I had finished so high, and even more dumbfounded that I had actually moved up during the run. It turned out that the race was far more difficult than anyone expected. The drop-out (did not finish) rate was 20 percent, compared to 5 percent in a typical ironman. The winning times in my age group were by far the slowest of any recent Ironman, and the time it took to qualify for Kona, third place at 11:12, was more than 40 minutes slower than I had guessed it would take before the race. If I had known that going in, I might have done some things differently. Live and learn.

I am now planning to take at least a year off the ironman circuit, to let my body and soul recover. I’m entered in the Boston Marathon next year, which will be special the year after the bombings, and with my younger son in graduate school there. Other than that I plan to do some shorter races, and maybe some trail running.

But I won’t forget Ironman Lake Tahoe. I’ll be back. I have some unfinished business there.

 

Daniel Weintraub has covered California public policy for 25 years and is editor of the California Health Report at www.healthycal.org Reach him at Daniel.weintraub@gmail.com



Lake Tahoe Ironman Race Report by Bruce Aldrich

By Bruce Aldrich
The days leading up to IM Lake Tahoe were full of good weather and excitement for the race. There were triathletes practicing on the bike course, runners on the run course, and hundreds out practicing the swim start at Kings Beach. Everyone’s high spirits were dampened when a storm blew in the day before the race. Athletes had to think again about their clothing choices. They wondered how they would keep warm in the icy water. Ironman Lake Tahoe was all about staying warm.
The weather cleared on race day, bringing cool temperatures. The swim went well, but the water was definitely colder than in previous days. The beach sand had an ice-crust layer on it. Sighting the turn buoys was difficult because of the morning fog. Once out of the swim, frozen hands made dressing for the bike difficult.
The challenging bike course with 4 major climbs became even more difficult on race day due too the cold weather. It’s hard to dress for 40 degree weather on a bike. It’s even harder to dress for 40 degree weather when you are trying to race. Bottom line: You dress light and freeze to death while you wait for your body to warm up. I started to thaw-out just about the time the course took us into fog, where the freezing process began again. I rode the whole ride without shedding any of my “extra” clothing layer. The first two hours on the bike were a slow misery for me.
The run course along the Truckee River from Squaw Valley was cool and scenic. The course is moderately flat with four short hills. The cool weather made hydration a relatively easy chore. Staying warm was difficult for many once the sun went down. I saw hundreds of athletes shuffling along after dark wrapped in Mylar blankets to protect them from the falling temperature.
My experience at IM Lake Tahoe was a positive one. I am pleased with my results (13:43), and I thank IM for putting the whole race together for me in my new home town. I was amazed at the large numbers of spectators along the bike and run courses. The Lake Tahoe area definitely embraces endurance sports.  I will enjoy watching or volunteering at next year’s race. I just hope I stop shivering by next year.

Santa Rosa Marathon Race Report

By Christina Simpson

The long report:

Pre-Race: this race has the best swag ever!  Instead of another lousy shirt, we got a race jacket!  Lightweight, black with racing stripes.  It is so cool.  Also, we got a full bottle of wine!!!  They sure know the way to this runner’s heart.  The expo was fun with lots of booths and it was inside a winery.

 

Morning of the Race: race started at 6am.  I “woke up” at 4am.  “Woke up” in quotations because the words normally imply some degree of sleep the night before.  But, it was not because of the baby this time.  It was because I was so excited I couldn’t sleep!  Also, I wanted to hydrate so I drank about 12 glasses of water on Saturday and was up all night peeing.  In retrospect, I think it was well worth the sacrificed sleep.  Parking was easy and free.  It was a little hard to find the bathrooms and starting line because it was still dark before the race began.  But, it was a small marathon and everyone was very friendly.  The guy behind me in line at the bathroom even told me I had lovely braided hair and then went on to explain how he used to braid his hair before races.  Hum…I guess that’s the bay area for you.

 

First Half:  The race winded a couple of miles through downtown Santa Rosa before going onto the bike trail adjacent to a creek.  I only saw one person trip and fall, which was pretty good considering it was still dark.  According to weather.com, it was 59 degrees and 90% humidity.  Oh, so that was why I was sweating 3 miles in when the sun wasn’t even up yet.  It all makes sense now.  Got into a nice groove and ran with a few other women for miles 4-8.  Going about a 8:15 pace.  Felt easy.  I tried not to go too fast, but I felt hot so I was afraid how I would feel when the sun came up, so I went out faster than I had planned.

 

At mile 8 the course went from the bike trail onto country roads.  The course description was “paved but a little ruddy.”  I learned that “ruddy” is race director speak for watch out for the potholes, loose gravel, and uneven pavement.  I have been having ankle issues (tibial tendonitis, chronic condition, the cure is to stop running – ha!) but it is normally not bothersome until after I’ve been running 2 hours.  In the race, I started to feel pain around mile 10.  I knew immediately that it was because of the freakin’ sloped “ruddy” roads.  The course from miles 8-20 was on these crusty and sloping (for drainage) country roads.  Ugh.  There were some “rolling hills” that other people complained about, but those didn’t bother me.  I am used to running in EDH and I was too preoccupied with my ankle anyway.  First half 1hr 50 min.

 

Second Half:  Long stretches of lonely country road.  Luckily I had my ipod to keep me company.  I started passing people around mile 16.  Most of these people were men.  They also looked fit and young, so I felt pretty good passing them.  But it was only a meager victory because my ankle was becoming increasingly painful.  It started swelling up and I had freak cramps a couple of times where my whole calf went tight and my foot tweaked in an odd position.  I slowed down and was able to continue.  But it was kinda miserable.  Around mile 18 I started getting tired and thirsty.  Really thirsty.  The sun was out, but I knew it couldn’t be that hot because I was in the bay area.  Nevertheless, I was hot!  I had been stopping and getting 1 cup of Gatorade at every aid station.  From mile 18 to the finish I stopped at every aid station like a camel ready to traverse the Sahara.  I drank 2-3 cups of water at every stop.  I also noticed that I was really sweaty.  My skirt was stuck to my legs and my top was dripping.  Great….just the fashion statement I wanted to make at the finish.  The last 6 miles were along the bike trail, thank goodness.  I passed a bunch of people who were walking.  I was checking my watch and freaking out that I was not going to get in before 3:50, which was the point where my husband would send out the search and rescue crews.

 

The Finish:  Ahhh, sweet finish line.  I felt pretty good the last 2 miles because I knew the end was near and I could sit down and drink a gallon of water.  I crossed the finish line, but I didn’t even hear my name called or stop my watch because I went straight to the water lady.  Drank two bottles and found my family.  Justin looked at me and said, “Wow” and then, “It’s humid.”  Sweat was rolling down my arms and legs.   I was literally creating a puddle on the ground below me.   It was unreal.  According to weather.com it was about 67 degrees and 76% humidity.  That was actually the first time I even considered the possibility it was humid outside.  It just simply wasn’t a weather condition I had anticipated.  It all made sense.

 

Result: 3:48:35, 31/89 F30-34.  I did not PR, which was a bummer.  But I am pretty happy with my time given the conditions.  This race was touted as a top Boston Qualifier.  In 2012 34.8% of finishers qualified.  So, it attracted a lot of fast runners this year.  In my age group, only 16 of 89 runners qualified.   I am not very good at math, but I know that is a lot less than 34%.  I am happy to be done and tonight I am going to enjoy that wine, Deloach Vineyards Finisher’s Red 😉

Way Too Cool 50k 2013

Ernie Takahashi

It was an ideal morning for a 50K, cool, a little overcast and no wind at 8:00 AM March 9th, 2013.  I wish the race started earlier but there was a large field (about 900 registered runners) and a two wave start for an ultra!

The first loop is 8 miles and relatively flat but the single track portion gets slow at times in long Congo Lines.  But I probably spent too much energy trying to pass runners in this section.

After the Fire Station, the course is mostly down hill and again I probably ran too fast.  It was down hill but many runners passed me.

From Lower Quarry to Maine Bar is mostly up and down and my energy was fading and it wasn’t half way!  I walked the up hills and ran slowly on the down hills.

From Maine Bar the ALT is mostly flat and runable but I was getting very tired.  I took a long break at ALT and tried to eat as much as I could stomach to boost may energy level.

Again the course from ALT to beginning of Goat Hill is mostly flat and should be and easy run.  But not today.  Many runners passed me on this section.  The “walk” up Goat Hill was very slow but I knew if was basically down hill from there to Highway 49.
The soup at Goat Hill was tasty but did nothing for my tired body.

Goat Hill to Highway 49 was again very slow but I knew the “end” was in sight or so I thought.  I had to walk the slightest uphill and barely run the downhills.  As I got closer to Highway 49, I could hear the cars on the road which awakened my tired legs.

I stopped at Highway 49 to get more water to pour on my head as I made the last climb to the finish.  I walked some but I tried to run as much as possible.  Got to look good at the finish.  Fortunately the last quarter mile is flat and I was able to run to the finish line with a smile on my face.

My time was 45 minutes slower than last year!  I must be getting older but I will be back next year if I get picked in the lottery.

2012 California International Marathon – My First Marathon

 

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By Amy Cernicky

 

The day started out promising.  Although it had rained pretty steadily for the week leading up to the marathon, and the most intense of three storms was predicted to hit at about the same time the race was to start, it wasn’t raining at 5:00 AM as we waited for the bus.  After the hour long ride to the start area, however, any hope that the storm had blown through early evaporated when the door opened to a sheet of rain.

 

Knowing that I was going to be out on the course for close to five hours, I had little choice but to get in line for the port-o-let.  I pulled my garbage bag over my head and left the warm dry bus.  Even though the line moved quickly, my feet and legs were drenched by the time I returned to the bus to wait for the start of the marathon.

 

At 6:45, it was time to go.  I once again pulled my garbage bag over my head and ventured out into the elements.  Even though I was careful, I stepped in a puddle that came to the top of my shoe before even reaching the staging area.  The rain was hard and the wind was strong, but I wasn’t going to let the weather dampen my spirits.  I was still fairly dry from the waist up.  Starting at the back of the pack, I could see thousands of hearty souls in front of me, facing the exact same elements.  If they could do it, I certainly could.  I trained for this.   I was ready.  Despite the fact that I’d pulled my hamstring the day before on my last training run leading up to the event, I was going to run this, come hell or high water.

 

The gun went off and we started slowly moving forward.  It took about 4 minutes for me to cross the start line.  I found the 4:55 pace group and settled in.  The mood was festive.  A gust of wind came up and the rain fell even harder.  Everybody just laughed.  There was no point in complaining.  Somewhere between the third and fourth mile, I growled and ripped my garbage bag off in hulk-ess fashion.  An unavoidable river of water flowed across the street as we ran though Old Fair Oaks.  More rivers followed as we made our way through Carmichael.  At least my feet couldn’t get any wetter.  Where the rain had been invigorating at first, it was getting pretty old after about ten miles.  Every time I thought that I’d passed the last big puddle, I splashed though another one.  The conditions were absolutely brutal.  Somebody said, “Well at least it can’t rain any harder!”  They were wrong.

 

At the 15.5 mile aid station, I couldn’t take one more step without stopping to use the “facilities.” A co-worker, Tony happened to be there with his big umbrella, which really helped lift my spirits. Unfortunately, the stop took about ten minutes and I lost my pace group.  I ran harder than I should have for about five miles in a futile attempt to catch them, so by the time I hit 20 miles, I was pretty tired.  Luckily, about that time, the sky started to clear and it made me happy.  The rain had stopped for good.

 

I never hit “the wall,” but decided to run the last 6 miles at an easy pace.  Carol and Wayne were near Howe and gave me a GU energy replacement packet.  I really needed it because after using the port o let, I didn’t want to eat the power gels I carried as I would have had to touch them.

 

The worst part for me was right at the end.  I crossed the 26 mile mark.  There was only .2 miles to go!  I thought we turned on 10th street, but we kept going.  When we passed 9th, I said, out loud, “My god, how the hell far do we have to run?”  We turned on the next street and then just went a bit farther to cross the finish line.  And then, it was over.

I really wanted to finish in under 4:55, but ended up with a 5:02:06 finish.  I’m proud of that.  This was supposed to be my one and only marathon.  But I KNOW I could have done it a lot faster.  If I work on my diet so I don’t have to stop next year, I bet I could stay with the 4:40 pace group.  Maybe I can go even faster than that!

Amy Finish

A Day on the Green 12 Hour Race

By Kynan Matz

“It’s a 12 hour night race on the track. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

If you’re a normal human being, you greet this type of statement with the proper sense of skepticism.

If your last name is Matz, you think, “That sounds brutal. It must be beneficial! Sure, I’ll be there!”

Long time Chip and XC coach Grant Carboni decided to put together an event to raise funds for the XC team at C.K. McClatchy High, the same school I attended all those years ago. It was a 24hr event, with the day being filled with kids running and hanging out. The younger kids ran in teams of ten, each running ten miles to earn a shirt signifying that they’d run 100 miles as a team. I hear those kids were stoked!

Instead of sleeping in we decided to volunteer at a trail race in the Berkeley area, so we rousted ourselves at 5:30 to drive out to the bay in time. The plan was to take it easy and sit as much as possible, but fate had other plans! Due to either a mismarked course or some course vandals, everyone was diverted from our aid station. This meant that the half marathoners didn’t get aid until mile 9! Everyone else ended up running wacky distances, since part of the course was cut off and the course designer tried to make up for it. Long story short, I got some trail running in while trying to correct the course markings and figure out where to divert runners to get them back to the start.

Laura was quite busy herself with running the aid station shorthanded while I was away.

When we finally got back to Sacramento we had a couple hours to get ourselves together and pack provisions for the night’s run. We headed over and got our personal aid station situated a bit before 7pm, the start time.

Trying to calm some pre-race nerves

We wanted to run this race mainly for exploratory reasons, and because of that fact the anticipation made us more nervous than usual. We wanted to discover three things during the hours between sunset and sunrise:

1)      How our bodies would handle being forced to run when they’re used to sleeping.

2)      How our minds would handle being forced to focus when they’re used to dreaming.

3)      How our minds would handle running repetitive laps instead of a sprawling course.

In addition to these, we’d have to adjust mentally for running a variable distance for a specific time, not running a specific distance in a variable time.

Honestly, this seemed just as crazy as we crossed the starting line as it probably sounds to you all right now. Nearly everything was unknown except two things; that the wife and I were going to run together, and that as long as we were functioning we would be still be moving come 7am the next morning.

We agreed that we’d need some type of methodical strategy to break up the monotony into smaller segments while allowing us a structure to maintain so our minds could wander a bit and escape for a few minutes here and there. We decided to set a timer for 15 minutes and run, then when the timer beeped we’d finish that lap and walk one lap.

The first 20 miles or so pretty much went by in that rhythm. It took about 8-10 miles for me to really start to feel warmed up and smooth, but once I did the running felt really good. As far as tracks go you can’t beat a dirt track for this kind of thing, in my opinion. (For high school running, though, I really hope they get a new track)

We also had quite a few surprise visits! Our friend Patty (who’d run the Berkeley race earlier that day) dropped by with a gift of fruit smoothies. Helen came by and tracked down some pretzels and a toothbrush for us. Galen walked his dogs over and ran a bit with them until nature called (for the dogs!). Perhaps best of all, my brother showed up around mile 18 with a pizza he’d made special for us. “I tried to make something that won’t make you barf.” Bahaha! Boy that pizza was good.

Side note: Sometimes I think back to the days when all I’d eat while running was gu’s and water, and thank the stars I found trail running. Now I eat cookies, Cheezits, jelly beans, turkey rolls, pizza, and pretzels along with my S-caps and gu’s! Trail life is a buffet!

After we’d walked a couple laps with the bro and eaten, we switched to a different mode to work different muscles and break it up even more for the wee hours of the morning. We ran the straights at a pretty good clip, then walked the curves. Simple, varied, perfect.

We hit the 6 hour mark at 25 miles.

1:00-3:00 was actually pretty nice. Laura and I were starting to get a little punchy and during this period everything seemed hilarious. I was rambling about the ways in which different types of dinosaurs were terrible houseguests, generally trying to be as ridiculous as possible. DW was following suit, so we pretty much spent the whole time laughing while adding more laps onto the pile which had already passed underfoot. Fortunately, we’d gained back most of our cardio since our accident a while back, so we could maintain the silliness through our sprints. Even while walking the curves, we were averaging about 2:30/lap!

What goes up… must come down.

3:00 came, and our moods crashed like a freight train over a cliff. I’ve heard this is the hardest time for a lot of runners, and I guess we’re no exception. It was bad. Suddenly everything was sore, every step was immensely tiring, every breath was labored, and every ounce of will had to be focused on moving forward. We hardly talked, we just decided to walk an hour and try to run then. For much of this hour, I didn’t want to think about what I’d have to do when 4:00 rolled around. I didn’t want it to roll around. But it did.

4am arrived, and I decided I had to change my mental context. I wasn’t tired from the miles behind, I was warmed up for the miles ahead. I wasn’t stuck in a dark wasteland of nighttime bewilderment, I was running in anticipation of the sunrise! I imagined a lightening glow off to the East (even though we wouldn’t see the sun for 3 more hours).

We began running the straights again.

It felt… GOOD!

By now there was only one other guy who’d been out there the whole time, churning out miles in the moonlight. The other runners had been sitting out for a while, taking naps, coming out for a few more miles, and so forth. I loved how low-key the whole event was.

Anyway, we resumed our steady rhythm and POOF! We hit our minimum goal of 40 miles with 2 ½ hours to spare. So we kept going. As we continued, two things happened. One was that we realized 50 miles was totally doable if we could keep pace. The other was that we started to see things that weren’t there.

You heard right, hallucinations!

I saw people running in the shadows, lizards skittering across the track in front of me, and at one point even blinked and suddenly saw nothing but a thick layer of banana slugs wriggling underfoot! I shook my head, told myself it wasn’t real, and they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared. Apparently, even if you’re awake sometimes your brain still dreams.

I found it incredible that not only were we still moving, but we were able to move fast(ish). My legs felt better the longer we were out there, settling into that nice warm rhythm of what I can only describe as “efficient exhaustion”. The wheels just kept turning, and I was grateful.

Having lost an hour of running, we made it up and then some, hitting 50 miles with about 20 minutes left to spare. We walked a cool down to the 51 mile mark before calling it a wrap just a couple minutes shy of 12 hours.

Everyone left at the end, a supremely cool group of people

The purpose of this race was to prepare us physically, mentally, and strategically for Rocky Raccoon 100 in February, and I believe it helped to do just that. I learned that as long as Laura and I stick together, we give each other strength to keep on truckin’.

It’s important to have someone who helps you to endure.

And also believes that clump of grass is a misplaced hedgehog.

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By Luis Alvarez

Let me start by saying that training is not overrated and should be done prior to any event 🙂

The weather was really good throughout the day with some breezes all day long which made things bearable during the heat of the day, once the sun went down the temperatures dropped enough to change into a long sleeve shirt or sleeves. The course is a 2 mile loop and while I was not crazy about the idea, it seemed that it was kind of nice being able to see the aid station at all times and the loops just kept adding the mileage, there’s lots of wildlife (wild pigs, bulls, cows, coyotes, owls and snakes) that you can see and hear while out there.

This is a very low key race and a great starter for anyone attempting their first run over 50K, Rajeev Patel, the RD (for those of you who don’t know him), is a great host, very passionate about the runners, running as a whole and made sure that people were hydrating and eating every time you passed the aid station, the start line is Rajeev calling all to a line on the path and after the national anthem he says go, the finish is the same line but when finishing they hold a “finish banner” help up by 2 people standing on chairs at either side of the path.

His support group made up mostly of his friends and family manned the aid station and were extremely helpful, they just took your bottle and filled it up with whatever you wanted, the food was a smorgasbord (homemade cakes, 2 different soups, noodles, pizza (at 6pm), grapes, watermelon and of course the usual fare for ultra runs), lots of ice and sponges to cool down.

We setup our own aid station along the path like many of the other runners had done (like Jed Smith) but we were much well prepared 🙂  Our setup had our particular foods, clothing and specialty drinks, it was a very classy joint; our own pop-up tent with sun screens, outdoor carpeting, tables, coolers, chairs, lanterns and the BEST support crew ever headlined by Marcy, Nancy and Caroll.

So now to the run, we started the race at a prompt 6am and as I mentioned the weather was very nice, the loops seemed to come often enough (my thoughts were to stick to 2 loops per hour, to have enough energy for the entire race) so after my 3rd loop I noticed that I was at 1:03 which was faster than my plans so I slowed down a bit and hung to this pace for the first 20 miles, Jose lapped me after 15 miles which I had expected, I lapped Diane/Cheri and Diane lapped Cheri but we all hung in there somewhat together during the entire run.  After these 20 miles and passing our aid station every loop I reverted to walking the first ¼  mile, running 1.25 miles, walking another ¼ mile and running the last ½  mile back to the aid station, don’t really know how long that lasted but somewhere the change was made to walk ½ mile and run a ½ mile for every loop. I was still feeling pretty good and there were no major malfunctions in the legs or feet.

Of course, all good things come to an end and eventually the slogging (walk/running) 🙂 came to a fast walking effort for the rest of the race, the legs were beginning to feel tired and an area on the ball of my right foot started to bother and stayed with me for the remaining time, it was during this walking time that Diane and I hung together until my 100k finish. Yes, I had signed up for the full 100 miles but I decided to be realistic (actually it was the thought of going another 38 miles) and decided to drop to the 100k just so that I would be able to walk the next day (remember training?).

Cheri had foot issues (blisters) and took a 1.5 hour break to get the medics to take care of things but right after that she put her shoes back on and headed out there to finish her 50 miles and her 2nd 50 this year, Diane of course hung there as well and after medical blister control spent the next 12 hours being paced by the “crew” throughout the night and into the next day to finish her 3rd 100 this year and her 11th.

I’m not leaving out Jose just not mentioning much about him because he trained, ran well and finished his 100k, the race that he had signed for. So while any finish certainly deserves full accolades points must be taking away for doing the right thing :-). Seriously, great job Jose!!!

I’m sure that I’m not speaking for myself but Caroll, Nancy and Marcy are the BEST for hanging in there for 30+ hours taking care of us and making sure that we ate, drank and of course pacing all of us at one time or another,  THANK YOU LADIES!!