Warning: the following contains massive “hobby jogger phyco dribble” and little race analysis. As usual my race reports contain more narrative of random mind drift during the event rather than analysis of pace, nutrition, and gear options. If you find the described style to be annoying or corny, please save your time and skip the report.
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It has been over a year since I’ve rambled on these pages. Since the previous entry re:GY100, I’ve
completed 9 more marathons states which brings to the current total to 47 states! I completed the Born to Run 100 in 2015 and
suffered my first official DNF (although UltraSignup has me listed as DNS) at
the Pinhoti 100. I have experienced such
growth in this year. Through the success
but mostly through the failures, I continue to develop strength and
toughness. The failure at Pinhoti in
particular showed me my vulnerabilities and gave me the additional motivation
to work harder.
Sometime earlier this year I signed up for
the 100 at Beyond Limits Ultra (BLU) held in Mountain Center, California. Aud had run her first 50 miler on this
beautiful 2 mile loop course in 2015.
Set on Pathfinder Ranch at an elevation of about 4,500 feet, the dirt
course of a nice blend of single track as well as well-groomed horse
trails. It is surrounded by woods,
mountains, and crisp clean air. In
addition to it’s beauty, the ranch offers heated cabin, hot showers (with real
restrooms on-course), and even good food for runners and paying guests.
Sometime after I registered, it was announced that the race
had added a 72 hour and 48 hour options.
I toyed around with the idea. The
dates (March 31-April 2) were during the kids spring break which offered us the
chance for a family “vacation”. After
some discussion with Aud, I “upgraded” for the 72 hour race, (gulp). My rationale was that it’d give me some
confidence should I choose to do something even more extreme in the future such
as a 200 mile race. BLU offered the best
“baby step” for even bigger and scarier stuff.
My main goal for this race was two folds.
1.
Run three days with gratitude and love in my
heart, run my best
2.
Take the opportunity of this race to raise money
for the Cancer Research Institute
I hoped that by achieving those two goals, I can honor those
around me who are doing the hard work of fighting cancer. I knew by keeping their struggles in mind,
that it would provide perspective and motivation for me to run beyond my own
perceived limits.
Day 0 – Arriving at Pathfinder on Wed afternoon
The Ranch is about 2.5 hour drive from Orange County. Once we passed Temecula you really begin to
notice the barrenness of the high desert.
Miles of boulder scattered dessert intertwined with various ranches big
and small finally winding us to the foothills of Mountain Center. The temperature was now in the mid 40s and
mild SNOW! was drifting upon our car windshield. We arrived at Pathfinder around 2:00PM and
was greeted by the race directors Stephanie and Ken as they were busy just
starting to set up for the extravaganza that was going to take over the quiet
ranch for the next three days. After
exchanging pleasantries and receiving my bib, we were off to our cabin and to
set up our pop-up, table, and chairs on the course route. Learning from our experience in the previous
year, we selected the ideal location near our cabin and facilities. The kids bolted out to explore the grounds
while we got busy getting everything in place.
The night concluded with a group dinner at the cafeteria of
Pathfinder Ranch. We mingled somewhat
with the other runners then it was off to an early night of sleep in
preparation of the three days to come. I
slept surprisingly well, mentally contempt with the acceptance of “whatever
happens happens.” I slept for 10 big
hours that night. Longer than I have in
some time.
An awesome breakfast was served at 7 at the ranch
cafeteria. It was my last chance for a
good amount of protein. Scramble eggs,
bacon, pancake and coffee then it was off for last minute preparation before
the 10:00am (a bit late IMO) start. I’ve
taken the lessons learned in the last several ultras and taken extra time to
prep for feet care and preventative measures against chafing. All of the homework paid off well for the
entirety of BLU. No blister after 72
hours and no chafing anywhere on my body.
The race promptly started at 10 after the group photo op and
I felt really great from the start. I
utilized a new run/walk routine at BLU which was 20 minutes of running followed
by 2 minutes of walking. The course I
relatively flat with the exception of 2 or 3 20-30 feet climbs each loop. The walk run ratio also worked well with the
2 mile loop. In the beginning of the
first day, a lot of my walk coincided with arrival back at the aid
station. I would stick to this run/walk
ration for the first 50 miles.
Feeling great and moving, I ate every 4 miles (2 loops). The tightness associated with depletion did not appear until almost mile 30. Really paying attention to my body, I adjusted the amount of carb and salt intake to combat the issue by feel. Salt tabs also helped especially during the hotter afternoon. I reached mile 50 with a PR of 10:35 while purposely running easy and in “all day” gear. At 50, feet up, food, Starbucks, change of cloth (night gear) and 30 minutes in the lounge chair at my tent helped revive my energy. By as early as 5 PM the temperature started declining rapidly. The night clothing I prepared kept me very comfortable even with the high 30s temperature at night. I knew this would be the coldest of the three nights and I was prepared. After dealing with the hypothermic cold at Graveyard, I was well covered.
Moving surprisingly well, I continued until mile 70. Before I turned in for the night I was still
clocking 13-14 minute miles which was considerable for me even compared to the
other runners still out there. But I
made the decision to turn in for the night with that good rhythm and momentum. It was 2AM and I set my alarm for 6AM the
next morning. My goal was to hit 80
miles in the first 24 hours and I knew I had plenty of time to do that the next
morning.
After getting up the next morning, I took an additional hour
to eat and get ready for the morning. By
the time I hit my first loop it was just past 7:00AM. 3 hours came and went quickly. By the end of the first 24 hours, I had reached 84
miles.
Day 2 – Wheel fallen
A few experienced runners had warned that day 2 would be the
toughest. I didn’t doubt them. But since I had neither experience nor
expectation, I just continued to run, and ran by feel. As the day progressed, the 48 hour race added
new characters onto the course. We
traded encouragement and leapfrogged one another in countless patterns over the
day. I moved, ate, rested when I needed.
In around the 90 mile mark I began to
feel some discomfort in my right ankle.
The pain gradually increased and by the time I finished my 100th
mile (28:22) it was considerable. We
examined the ankle and adjusted the shoe lacing. But seeing the early signs of inflammation, I
knew trouble was coming. I had not taken
any anti-inflammatory or pain killers and I fought hard not to. I kept moving with increasing pain. I used my hiking poles and they provided some
relief initially. But by the time I’ve
reached mile 120 I was walking a 23:00 minute mile. The ankle looked more like a sausage. It seemed hopeless.
I was no longer able to move at a “run” pace. I was so frustrated but fought not to go into
that dark place in my mind. Aud and the
other volunteers at the aid station tried to cheer me on but I felt
miserable. I only managed about ½ of the
mileage of day 1! What did I do
wrong? Did I come out too fast? Should I have walked the decline sections? While I didn’t commit to a number I thought
200 miles was achievable over the three days.
Now it seem to be slipping far away quickly. I told Aud that I was done for the
night. It was still so early. But I didn’t want to waste any more time on
the course at that pace. Instead, I just
wanted to regroup and hope, and pray that I’d have a fighting chance the next
morning. I had zero confidence that I
would even continue the next morning but I know that the body is capable of
amazing things with some rest. I hoped
for a miracle. So I cleaned up, 800mg of
Motrin, and went down for 8 hours that night praying for a functioning wheel in
the morning.
Day 3 – Hope, gratitude, and fight
Day 3 – Hope, gratitude, and fight
I woke up in the morning and quietly dressed myself and
headed outside. I have learned from the
first two days that these are hour are the most enjoyable. As sun rise you see the colors come back to
life in the woods. The air is brisk and
cool. It almost made me forget about my
ankle. I walked the first two miles of
the morning. The ankle was still stiff
but no longer in pain. I was
hopeful. My body warmed up and the
stiffness throughout loosened. I made my
first stop at the aid station. “Ok ankle,
just give me one more day” I said to myself and started some light
running. To my amazement, there was no
pain. I took it very easy and walked a
lot. I avoided rapid up or downs and ran
the most runnable sections. I was so
thrilled and grateful to be able to run.
I was grateful simply for being able to move.
The 100 mile and 24 hour runners started at 8:00AM of day
three. A lot of familiar faces and
provided renewed energy on the course. A
lot of my Run It Fast mates were out on the course. Those who had seen me in my depressed state
on the previous night were surprised and happy to see me moving. I took advantage of pacers and other runners
to keep my mind off the pain that I knew would eventually return.
In running I am mediocre at best. I entered this race with no expectation to
compete with anyone other than myself.
There were some amazingly talented runners at BLU. But on the evening of Day 3 I found myself
somehow in 3rd place amongst the 72 hour male runners. I was pleasantly surprised. But close behind was a far superior runner
closing in. The only reason he was not
far ahead was he had just completed a difficult 100 miler 4 days prior to BLU. People may laugh but I am a competitive
guy. Once I learned of the positioning I
wanted to hold on to that third spot. So
I kept moving.
The night before I thought I'd be lucky if I got to 150 miles
in 72 hours. I kept moving to keep my
spot as I crossed 150 miles , then 160 miles, and then into the night
fall. I didn’t bother changing, slapped
on a jacket and kept moving. But as I
kept moving, he kept moving. I have to
admit I became somewhat obsessed by the thought of holding him off. So time kept moving and the laps kept
coming. It was not until 4:00AM and mile
180 when I finally stopped in a delirious and confused state. I was exhausted. I cleaned myself up and set my alarm for 2
hours. I dressed myself ready to run
upon the time I’d wake. I don’t think
I’ve ever fell asleep as quickly.
Ten minutes before my alarm time I woke up in a panic. “He’s out there” I thought. I called down to the aid station only to
confirm that he was indeed on the course.
“Fuck” I thought. I got out there
with the same feverish obsession as the previous night. But by this time I was only able to walk. So I walked as quickly as I could and by this
time it was at a 16-18 minute pace. I
came into the aid station and asked for the status of other runners. I was still ahead and in 3rd
place. I thought it would be difficult
based on the spread for him to overtake me with the time remaining. Whether it was my inability to do math at
that point or my insecurity, I kept moving “just in case.” Slowly and one step at a time, I finally
stopped at 188 miles with 30 minutes left on the 72 hour clock. Third place male, 5th overall.
Something very special for me was that Athan walked the final lap with me. He had enjoyed himself thoroughly during the weekend. All feedback from runners and volunteers what that he had given practically all his time volunteering at the aid station cooking, and serving the runners. I also heard he was respectful, happy, and a pleasure to be around. This filled my heart with joy. We walked together that last lap and we talked a bit. Nothing really profound was said. It was just a dad-and-son walk together and being present with one another. I remember telling him that I loved him and I was happy he was with me.
Something very special for me was that Athan walked the final lap with me. He had enjoyed himself thoroughly during the weekend. All feedback from runners and volunteers what that he had given practically all his time volunteering at the aid station cooking, and serving the runners. I also heard he was respectful, happy, and a pleasure to be around. This filled my heart with joy. We walked together that last lap and we talked a bit. Nothing really profound was said. It was just a dad-and-son walk together and being present with one another. I remember telling him that I loved him and I was happy he was with me.
Every 100 miler (or more) changes me in some ways. I think with more time I will realize the
profound effects BLU left upon me spiritually.
I learned a lot about multi day running in this race and I have little doubt that if I can make dramatic improvements if I were to run another. All together I had an overwhelmingly positive experience that I know I will return to BLU again one day.
A few people must be mentioned as they were instrumental to the
experience and my personal fulfillment from BLU. First, I could not have done it without Aud
and her tireless efforts throughout the three days. She took care of me and other runners
throughout the weekend. She is an
amazing woman and I am blessed to have her with me. Others provided tremendous inspiration for
me. Many completed their personal
“firsts” on this course. Big congrats to
Warren, Laura, Dee, Hank, and Sonja who were so inspiring to see fight and
conquer. Lori, Diane, Herve, congrats on
your finish and the grit you showed during the race motivated me to keep
moving. Stephanie, Ken, Dave, and Karen,
thank you for a wonderful event and your aid, and encouragement throughout the
weekend. Finally, thank you for my
friends who were home struggling with things harder than any run. I thought of you most when I struggled most,
and your fight kept me moving until that 188th mile.
One race, one mile, and one step at a time,
Jeff
Another great post. Amazing what you continue to accomplish.
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