Woodside 50K Race Report

While drinking a cup of coffee this morning I finished reading the book Once a Runner. Coupling this excellent novel with yesterday's memories was an immensely gratifying experience.

Yesterday... yesterday was the Woodside 50K, and it was pretty darn cool.

In northern California we've been getting hit with storm after storm this winter, bringing rain to the lowlands and snow to the mountains. I've been doing the bulk of my training indoors mostly because I can't be bothered on the weekdays with the inconvenience of getting my shoes all wet, and running around the San Jose suburbs in the rain just isn't all that fulfilling. And on the weekends the idea of sloshing around in ankle-deep mud doesn't sound enticing.

If it sounds like I'm being a little soft about the whole thing, I am. Or I was. All week I was watching the weather hoping that we'd get two rain-free days for the trails to dry out enough that they wouldn't be sloppy messes. On Thursday I realized that this wasn't going to happen, and then I realized what a wimp I was being. Some of my best runs have been in the worst weather.

In fact, my first run after deciding to get into ultra running was a ten mile point-to-point on the Bay Area Ridge Trail (a five-hundred plus mile trail system that mostly circumnavigates the San Francisco Bay) on Skyline Ridge. It was raining on and off through the whole run. The trail was muddy, shoe grabbing muddy in places. I was unprepared for the challenges of trail running. But I remember coming out of the forest at one point on the west side of the ridge, the clouds cleared, and I had a beautiful view of the giant valley below me, blanketed in mist. I loved every minute of it.

So at 5:30 am yesterday I awoke (the 8:30 am start time is mercifully late), gritted my teeth for a day of inclement weather, and went through my usual routine. My biggest concern was whether or not to wear a raincoat. No coat in a downpour can wind you up soaking wet, and possibly at risk of hypothermia in cold weather. And a raincoat when there is no rain can be like carrying a sauna around with you, as raincoats (not surprisingly) don't breathe very well. I took clothing for both eventualities and deferred the decision till the start.

Jen rode with me to Huddart Park prior to the start. As soon as we turned on to King's Mountain Road, the torrent started. We pulled into the parking lot and any misgivings I had about a raincoat were quickly dashed when she stepped out to use the bathroom and came back fairly drenched.

I tried to get all of my gear on while sitting in the driver's seat. Unfortunately I had just stuffed everything into my backpack and in the process of emptying it out lost a running sock. I got out of the car to get a better view of the seat and the floor, and started getting drenched myself (no raincoat on yet). After a few embarrassingly frustrating minutes I found my missing sock and several other items that I lost in the process of looking for the sock. Next time I will remember to organize things a little better.

In addition to the rain coat, one extra piece of gear I brought on this race was a second bottle. There is an 8.5 mile stretch between aid stations in the middle of the race that I didn't think one bottle would get me through.

Soon I had all of my stuff together and was ready to register. At the desk I saw Martin, one of the guys with whom I worked the aid station at the same Woodside series last December. We chatted for a bit about races, and I was reminded that he had won a spot for Western States this year. I'm really looking forward to hearing about his adventure, hopefully I see him again.

Is there a race around here?

Soon we were being called to the start, and at 8:30 sharp we were off. I didn't know the trail, but I could sense that soon after the gun the stampede that was moving across the meadow would need to collapse to a queue, so I tried to place myself so as to not get delayed for too long. After a tight turn around a fence we were on fast fire roads. I was trying to keep a good pace but not get too excited. I knew after a short downhill comes a six mile climb, so I was steeling myself for that.

Once on the climb it seemed that things were moving a little too fast. But I felt pretty strong and just tried to keep pace with those around me. Near the top most of us started to tire and there was a lot of walking, even on sections that weren't very steep, so I regretted pushing on the early parts of the hill. On the other hand, everybody was walking so I wasn't really losing time to anyone.

Which brings me to my strategy: Don't lose too much time on the uphills, put the pedal down on the flats, and keep pace on the downhills. The biggest challenge was going to be the downhills, as one can lose a lot of time there and it's been a weak spot of mine in the past. But I've been working hard on getting my legs stronger for this very purpose so I was excited to test myself.

Going through the King's Mountain aid station (mile 6) I was a little bothered at having to get in line for water. This was no one's fault, it was just that several runners arrived at roughly the same time and I was last of the bunch. Had I thought about it before hand, I might have skipped this aid station since two bottles would probably carry me to the second one, but for now that's just something to remember next time.

It was nice to see the familiar territory of the King's Mountain station- this was the one that I had volunteered at last time. There are a couple of tricky trail directions leaving the station and I was glad to have them already mapped out.

After King's Mountain the trail flattens out. We were running along a section of the Bay Area Ridge Trail that I hadn't seen before. The trail is invariably well maintained, and I was excited to be checking another segment off my list. I put the hammer down... so did everyone else around me, and so did the clouds as they opened upon us. I was very happy for my raincoat.

I had passed a few folks at the aid (I carry my own food so I don't have to agonize over such concerns while the clock ticks away), and only one or two of them passed me on the flats. I overtook a couple of people who were dealing with technical problems, but mostly we all stayed together. We were in a good rhythm.

At the Bear Gulch aid station (mile 11) I got my water quickly and found myself in a new group starting the big descent into Bear Gulch itself. Stay smooth, stay light, let it coast. That's what I told myself. Not an easy feat when negotiating 2 inch-deep mud puddles.

Mud is strange. Most of the time it's best to just charge through the puddle. The ground seems to be the most stable there. Except for the rare step that grabs your shoe and muddy water pours in over your ankles. I had nabbed a couple of these on the flats earlier, and while my shoes are good at draining water, they're also good at filtering out the suspended dirt in the process, leaving a fine grit against which to grind your macerated piggies (i.e. an invitation for blisters). I felt the beginnings of a blister around mile 12, but decided that it would be best to just tough it out.

Near the bottom of the descent the trail forks off in a loop around which runners go before returning on the same trail that brought us here. I was really hoping to get to the fork before seeing the leaders. I hadn't worked out the distances, but intuitively I figured I would be doing pretty good if I managed that. I didn't quite make it; I saw three guys and one girl before splitting off. But I do always enjoy seeing the leaders, so it wasn't all bad.

The trail bottoms out about halfway around the loop, stays flat for awhile, and then starts to climb again. Once I hit the uphill I realized my legs were spent from the descent. But I didn't panic. My scant two ultra marathons previous have at least taught me that a lot changes over the course of a race, and as long as you're still moving you're fine.

So I walked a bit. Some fellows caught up with and passed me in a slow jog, so I picked it up for a minute or so and then started walking again. I decided to employ a technique whereby I would run for a minute-thirty or so, and then walk for a minute. This seemed to allow me to recover sufficiently and I found that I could comfortably run up the gentler sections out of Bear Gulch and power walk the steeper ones.

About halfway up I started to feel good again. At first I was happy about this. But then I asked myself, do you want to look back and know that at mile 18 you could have picked it up and didn't? I didn't. So I started pushing the pace again.

And somewhere I have developed quite a power walk. In the past I've always been disheartened by folks speeding past me while we both trudge uphill. I couldn't understand how they could move themselves so much faster. But I think through a combination of strength training, ankle rehab, and determination, I can move at a reasonable clip now. I passed several people near the end of the climb, which I found quite satisfying.

Back at Bear Gulch aid the second time (20 miles) another quick fill and I was off retracing the Bay Area Ridge Trail segment. Time to put the hammer down again! The 35K race turnaround is at this aid station, so I was now encountering lots of people in that race, always uplifting to get and give encouragement.

I had to take it easy on the slight uphills, but I was feeling pretty good on the flats. But the fatigue was starting to take its toll. I didn't think I would be able to hold it together for another 11 miles (I thought it was 11 because I am have not gotten used to the miscalculations that my new GPS watch makes, especially over winding and wooded terrain), but I pressed onward anyway, continuing to push the pace. At some point I broke into the caffeinated Clif Bloks that I save for the end of a race, which allowed me to keep it going. But my strength I was flagging.

Before I knew it I was back at King's Mountain aid for the second time (26 miles). My watch suggested that I had about 7 miles to go, and I thought I had remembered reading that it was 6 miles from here to the finish. I asked the aid station volunteer how far it was, and she said 4 miles. I couldn't believe it! But when I thought about how far it must be given what I knew about the 17K course that follows this same section, I realized that she must be right. I was overjoyed. Just topped off the water and was off again.

After King's Mountain it is a slight uphill before a long downhill. Once I hit that downhill I kicked it into high gear. At one point I my watch showed me at a 7:00 pace, which I believed. I was feeling great (the caffeine helped), ready to run this thing home. There is a bothersome little climb in the middle of the descent, but after dispatching with it I knew I was home free. I kept pushing, pushing. I wasn't running against anyone else at this point (my nearest competitors were 1-2 minutes ahead and behind), just running faster because, well, that's what you do.

Soon I saw the parking lot and the typically confusing finish of trail races (literally across a path, around a parked car, through a parking lot, down a sidewalk, through a children's playground complete with spongy platform, across another section of the same sidewalk, through a meadow, into a foreshortened finish chute). Then I saw Jen standing on the side with the camera at the ready. I regretted having unzipped my jacket because I knew it would make for a crappy photo (I had unzipped it so the finish staff could see my number), but whatever.

Hammering down the hope stretch

Before I knew it I was over the line and breathed a sigh of relief. I was really happy with my performance, I knew I was fast compared with my previous races, and I had pushed myself the whole way.

My finishing time was 5:35:49. While only 6 minutes faster than my last 50K, I don't feel so bad about it for a couple of reasons. First, Jen and I heard many people complaining about slow times because of the trail conditions. Second, my overall place was 30th, but, more importantly I finished at the 30th percentile of finishers (my last two races have been at about the 50th percentile). So measured in raw speed I was not substantially faster, but measured against the field (a better measure in my opinion) I improved substantially.

That said, I'm excited for the next one. I'm forever wary of flukes, so I feel I need another performance to prove it to myself that I really have gotten faster. For now I have a week of soreness to look forward to, and a nasty blister to take care of. But I am very happy with my race. Best ultra so far.

You can survive on Clif Bar products: Dick Collin's Firetrails 50 Miler Race Report

Finally, I'm rested and I have some time to do a race report.

A little background on the race: This event is named for ultra running legend Dick Collins, who as I understand it created it back in 1981. According to his profile , Mr. Collins has run over 151 ultra marathons, has done a sub-8:00 50 miler, and has completed the ultra running grand slam (comprised of 4 famous 100-mile races, done all in the same year). Already a serious ultra marathoner in 1981, he contacted the East Bay Regional Parks District about organizing a running race through their park system. They assumed he meant to put together a 5K or maybe a 10K. When he proposed a 50 miler, they decided they needed to create some special rules for this unlikely event. The rules were: aid stations at least every 5 miles, and every racer must wear shoes.

Last Saturday, I showed up at the starting line with my shoes, uncertain of what I was getting myself into. When I had finished, I was uncertain of what exactly had just happened. I'm only now beginning to put the pieces together.

First, the race by the numbers:

Time I had to wake up: 3:50 AM
Number of starters: 234
Miles run: 50
Elevation gain/loss: 7800'/7800'
Ounces of water I drank: ~312 (2.4 gallons)
Total Clif Shots + Clif Roks eaten: 112 (58 + 54)
Calories ingested: 3400
Est. calories burned: 5400
Mile at which I learned about sponge baths: 37
Number of sponge baths taken in the last 13 miles: 4
Finishers: 219
Winning time: 6:30:34
My time: 10:04:58
My place: 113

The alarm went off at 4:00 AM (actually that clock is 10 minutes fast, so I really woke up at 3:50 AM). I got up early to give myself enough time to eat (2 eggs, 2 bananas, 1 glass orange juice, 1/2 scoop protein powder, some almond butter), take care of a few personal things, draw the course profile on my left arm, with aid stations, and write instructions for myself for the drop-off point halfway through the race on my right arm.

Jen was good enough to go with me to the start. The signin was in exactly the same spot as the Skyline 50K, which was nice in that it saved some concern about finding the location, especially because it was still dark when we arrived. I lubed up with some body glide, donned my socks, shoes, shirt, threw on my new running hat, and pulled on some arm warmers as it was about 53 degrees F. I packed my pockets full of energy, 24 Clif Bloks and 24 Clif Roks in plastic bags, plus another 6 of each in the pocket of my water bottle hand strap.

All runners are required to sign in so the race organizers can keep track of who is still out on the trail (you can imagine how easy it would be to lose someone on 50 miles of trail), and milling around I recognized a few folks, though I didn't say 'hi' to anyone. I think I was a little nervous, and I deal with anxiety by not talking (unlike Jen, who does the opposite when she is anxious... makes for some very one-sided airplane trips!).

Lots of activity at sign in

Just before 6:30 we were called to the starting line. We were related the above story about the organization of the first Firetrails 50 Miler, and moments later we were off! I didn't try to work my way to the front, sticking to my plan to start off slow. I regretted this a little because I had to run exceedingly slow in the beginning because the road is pretty narrow. On the other hand, it was still dark and it was easier to just follow the person in front of you than it would have been to blaze my own path. I struck up a short coversation with one woman who's goal it was to qualify for the Boston Marathon next year, and she was pretty certain she was going to make it.

Somewhere between the second and third mile there is a bridge that's only wide enough for one person, so everyone backed up there. But after that it started to get lighter out, and things opened up a lot more so I could really get my pace dialed in. I was trying very hard to stay at a relaxed pace, walk on steep hills, and just stay calm. One big climb and we hit the Marciel Road aid station at mile 3.2, and I topped off my water bottle. I had missed my first 20 minute feed interval because I didn't want to risk dropping all my food in the dark, so once I started off again I caught up on that.

Running was pretty easy up to this point. I was feeling good, eating a lot, drinking a fair amount. That's when the gas started. It may be a little gross, but it plagued me through the rest of the race. I wasn't uncomfortable because I had no trouble passing it, very audibly, but I felt bad for the folks running near me. I had to make several apologies over the course of the day. How embarrassing.

Soon we arrived at Bort Meadow, mile 7.9. We were back on familiar trails, as the Skyline 50K covers this same ground. Out of Bort Meadow is a reasonably big climb and then a short but steep descent to Big Bear Gate, mile 10.5.

I hit my first low point just before Big Bear. I was happy that I had nearly knocked off the first 10 miles, but was seriously questioning the sense in being out here. I knew I had many hours in front of me, and I wasn't looking forward to it. I had hit a short low point at about this time into Skyline as well, so now with two data points I know that that's just something that happens with me, so I can expect it next time. My theory is that around this time my body determines that this is going to be a long run and is transitioning from burning pure glycogen to burning fat as well, and the disruption throws some things out of whack. But I kept to my eating and drinking. and after Big Bear I started to feel better.

After Big Bear is a long gentle climb up to Skyline Gate, mile 15.0. I met a fellow named Eric on this climb, who was coming off of a DNF at the unseasonably hot (over100 degrees!) Sierra Nevada 100K from a couple of weeks prior. From what he said it was a warzone there, folks overheating all over the place. Firetrails was his event to get back on the horse, as it were. We ran together for a few miles and split up around Skyline Gate.

Skyline Gate had been the turnaround point for the Skyline 50K . Upon leaving the aid station I had the sense of stepping into the unknown. I had run this far before distance-wise, but since this was an out and back course, each step until the Firetrails turnaround would take me farther from the finish than I'd ever been.

The next aid station was Sibley Park, mile 18.4. There was an awful lot of confusion here. My goal at every aid station is simple: get my water bottle filled with water. That's it. I carry all of my fuel with me, so I don't need to spend time trying to figure out what to eat at the stations and normally I breeze right through. I'm not sure exactly what the problem was, but it seemed to take me forever to get my bottle filled.

To begin with it was crowded, and my brain was a little cloudy, so I just walked up with my water bottle open and said "water please". It seemed that everyone standing around with a pitcher had Gu2O, or some other energy drink. So I looked for a cooler with which to fill my own bottle, but I didn't see one. I kept looking back and forth between the table and the volunteers, and kept saying "water please". I think at some point I got confused because I saw a fellow who previously only had Gu2O, so I kept pulling my bottle away from him when he reached to fill it. He must have exchanged pitchers, or maybe he had always had water, or maybe it was a different person... I really have no idea. Things just seemed so confusing. Eventually I got my water and was off again.

I think what had happened is this: The Firetrails is held in conjunction with the Golden Hills Marathon. The marathoners start from the Firetrails turnaround point and run to the Firetrails start. What this means is that the 50 mile runners run past all of the marathoners going the opposite direction. I started noticing these folks just after Sibley, so it stands to reason that the lead runners in the marathon had arrived at Sibley just seconds before I had, and the aid station was focused on getting them through rather than on the middle-of-the-pack 50 milers. That seems like the right decision to me, but boy was it perplexing at the time!

I left Sibley right behind a guy named Jay with whom I went running with a few months ago at Coe. He wasn't in my sights at all prior to the aid station, so he must have gotten similarly delayed. Anyway, Jay and I ran together for a couple of miles. He too had a DNF at Sierra Nevada a few weeks before and was trying to get back on the horse. It was nice to talk to someone I had met before, and it seemed to energize me a bit. I left Jay and pressed onward.

After Sibley there was a lot of single track. This was problematic because the marathoners were coming through more frequently now. I don't know what the ettiquite is in this case, but I assumed that whoever seems to be going the fastest has the right of way, though I tried to get as far to the side as practical for everyone who went by. It was nice to get and give words of encouragement from so many people in such a short time.

As I got close to the next aid station (Steam Trains, mile 21.7) I recognized Chikara Omine flying towards me in the other direction. The leaders in the 50 miler had already made the turnaround and were coming back the other way. Chikara ended up taking second overall. I don't know if I didn't notice Dave Mackay (first overall), or if he was still behind Chikara at that point (I don't know what Dave looks like), but it's always impressive to see the leaders go by. I also recognized Victor Ballesteros with his characteristic beard, who took third. Pretty cool.

After seeing these guys I encountered the hardest part of the race, the long slog down the hill after Steam Trains to the turnaround at Lone Oak, mile 26.0. The slope was steep enough that it was a little hard to descend, and it just kept going and going and going. I would think I saw the bottom again and again, but no. I was really down at this point. I knew I had to traverse this hill and the rest of the course in the opposite direction, and I was upset that I was still out here. My hips and knees were hurting, I was tired, my food was getting very unappetizing. It was bad.

Finally, I heard someone ahead of me say it was almost there. Thank God. I was so happy to get to the turnaround. I had assumed that the turnaround was exactly halfway, or 25 miles, but turns out it was at 26 miles. For some reason this made me exceedingly happy and pulled me out of my depression.

I made it through the turnaround very fast. I went through the checklist I had written on my arm:

Fill bottle
Lose arm warmers? (yes)
Sun block
Get rid of empty bags of food
Get full bags of food
Extra water bottle? (no)

I was gabbing to myself like an idiot the whole time, but I think that really helped me keep it all together. When I was finally ready to go I announced to the aid station "All right, now for the fun part!"

Climbing back up that long hill was tough, and my knees and hips were starting to hurt a lot. Hell, my whole body was starting to hurt a lot. I popped a couple of ibuprofin. About that time Eric, the guy who I had met earlier, caught up with me and we climbed the rest of the hill together. We talked about how strange it is that you can hit such dramatic highs and lows during the race, and it happens to everyone. That was right about the time the ibuprofin kicked in, so I had the gumption to expound upon this subject. Hopefully he didn't get too sick of it.

When the hill finally levelled off, I picked up the pace a little because I wanted to get to Steam Trains, mile 30.3, for the second time. Getting into the 'teens for miles remaining felt like a psych0logical milestone to me, so it was great when I got there. It was also great because I ran out of water on this leg and went the last mile and a half without.

After Steam Trains, I went through Sibley Park again (mile 33.6) and there was much less confusion this time. 17 miles felt very doable at this point.

Between Sibley Park and Skyline Gate I decided to try a time-saving technique that I had read about. Mark Tanaka calls it the "duck walk". I won't describe it in detail, except to say that it's a distinctly male skill. After a few false starts I was able to employ this technique, but it took a lot of concentration, and while focusing on just executing I neglected to realize that I was messing the single track for whomever came down the trail next. Sorry about that! I even heard people behind me trying to decipher the meaning of the trickle of liquid in the dirt, and they eventually reached the right conclusion. Again, how embarrassing. I promise to be more considerate next time!

Anyway, Skyline Gate (mile 37.0) held a new surprise for me. I was really looking forward to this aid station because 13 miles to go seems infinitely easier than 17 miles to go. When I arrived I asked for a little water to splash on my face to wake myself up a bit, and one fellow suggested a sponge bath. "A sponge bath? What is that?" Well let me tell you, it's amazing.

Sitting at the end of the food table was a plastic bucket with two sponges and water that looked like it hadn't been changed since the first runner came through. I didn't care. I grabbed a sponge and rubbed its refreshing goodness up and down my arms. I felt like a new man coming out of that station.

After Skyline Gate the trail is a gentle downhill for awhile, which suits my style. Invigorated from the bath I picked up the pace quite a bit and really started eating up the miles. Before I knew it I was at one of the marathon aid stations and picked up some more water, and soon after I was at Big Bear Gate again (mile 41.5), though after a serious bout with gas (ugh!). This was great news: just one hard climb left and only 8.5 miles to go. I walked up the last climb, and noticed that I got passed by quite a few folks. I really need to work on my power walking. One of the people I got passed by was the race's youngest competitor, a 17-year-old guy. What an accomplishment! Once the grade levelled out I was able to catch back up with him and a few others as well.

At Bort Meadow (mile 44.1) I went for another sponge bath, and one of the volunteers got my neck too. Ah, it was energizing! I really kicked it up into high gear with less than six miles to go. I decided to break open the caffiene chews since I was close to the end. Suddenly all of the pain and suffering of the last 45 miles was erased.

At Bass Cove (mile 47.0) I was feeling great, joking with the volunteers and went for another sponge bath. I realized that if I could put together a fast 5K I could finish in under 10 hours! That was motivating, so I really took off.

I soon learned that they make you earn those last few miles. Right after Bass Cove is short but nasty little hill that kills your stride. Then another little hill. And another. It never really lets up until the very end. I was still going fast, but a sub-10 hour finish was no longer a possibility. Oh well, I wasn't ever tied to any specific time anyway. I still felt great and was passing several people.

The last 1.5 miles or so are marked in quarter-mile increments on the paved trail. It felt so good to knock those quarter-miles off. I kept popping caffiene chews and using up my water by spraying my head and face. Coming around the corner into the marina I saw Jen waiting for me, and boy was it a good feeling to be done.

Running into the finish!

My finishing time was 10:04:58. I told Jen that I didn't think I wanted to run any more long runs, as this one was so hard. Nevertheless I was very happy with my performance and it felt good to finish so strong.

At the end of my first 50 miler

I came out of this race in remarkably good shape. Only a couple of minor blisters on my big toe, quads, hamstrings, and knees a little sore. I did a crossfit warmup the day after and felt pretty good. The soreness was all gone by Wednesday. The only lingering issue is that I think I left my feet in a pretty fragile state, as I went for a 2 mile run on Thursday and got 4 blisters (granted I was running in 5-fingers shoes, the farthest I had ever run in them).

Where does this leave me now? I am going to take a break from ultras for at least 3 months. Some friends are doing some of the PCTR Woodside races this December, one of which is a 50K, and I felt obligated to do that one. I don't want to feel obligated to run. I want to run because I love it. So I definitely plan to volunteer for that race so I can see my friends compete.

I'm really looking forward to doing some shorter races, like a few 10Ks or half-marathons. Jen has signed up for the Big Sur Marathon, and I am very excited to support her in that. So lots of exciting things coming up. I expect to get back to the ultra marathoning in January or February.

I Still Suck at Running Hills: Skyline 50K Race Report

Well this sucks, I thought. I couldn't run. I could barely walk. I was about 25 miles into my 50K. 2.5 miles in either direction to an aid station. I was moving along fine, a little slower than I had hoped, but otherwise fine. And then my left knee just stopped working. I could put weight on it, but taking a stride was excruciating. Conditions were great. I felt good. But I was here pondering what was starting to look like my first DNF.

The day started at 4:30 AM. I didn't sleep well the night before, which was strange because I didn't feel nervous or anxious. I couldn't seem to get my temperature under control, which I can usually solve by getting some magnesium, orange juice, and water into my system. But I was on the verge of sleep and I (foolishly) couldn't bring myself to get up and address it. Anyway, first thing to take care of was breakfast. 1 cup of unsweetened applesauce, 1/2 scoop of protein powder, 2 eggs, 1 banana, a few almonds (all based on recommendations from The Paleo Diet for Atheletes). Next was to complete the last few items on my pre-race checklist that I didn't do the night before. Recovery drink and cooked yams into the cooler; cooler, drop bag, and gear bag into the car. Jen got up at 5:00 and by 5:30 we were out the door.

It was an easy enough drive to the course. I was in a good mood, a little nervous but not the way I typically might get for a road race.

Arriving at Lake Chabot I took care of the last minute things: sunscreen, body-glide, pockets full of gels, popped one gel right before the start.

I've only done one other trail race (Mt Diablo 25K), and I thought I recognized some folks from there, but I didn't know anyone.

Jen wished me luck, and at 7:00 AM sharp we were off. The course starts with small rolling hills, then a moderate climb to some more rolling hills, then the first aid station (Grass Valley) around mile 4.5. A short descent and then an easy climb to the next aid station (Bort Meadow) around mile 6.25. My target split time at Bort Meadow was 56:31. My actual split was 56:05. Not bad, I thought! Next is a moderate climb to a flat area, to a steep descent, to the Big Bear aid station. Target split: 1:22:52. Actual: ~1:23:00. Looking good!

I feel like all longer races go through similar phases. In the beginning you tend to think about the folks around you, I'm going to pass this guy, I'm going to let this woman pass me because she's fast. It's almost like you're sizing them up. In the middle you become a little more introspective. You've been running around many of the same people for awhile, the nervous energy has burned off a little. You think less about the other runners as your competition and more as your compatriots. It's a nice transition.

In the rolling hills after Big Bear I got into a group that was a little too fast, and then my achilles suddenly flared up. I've suffered from tendonosis in both heels for a few years, but I've mostly got it under control, and they haven't bothered me on a run in awhile. This was a disturbing development. But I stopped to stretch and was happy that the problem seemed to go away (it would happen a couple more times in the race).

On the big climb up to Skyline Gate I spent some time talking to a guy who was training for the Golden Hills Marathon, just out for a training run. It was really nice to break up the silence a little. Shortly after I got passed by a woman near whom I had been running for most of the morning. I'd end up talking to her later.

At Skyline Gate Aid Station Jen was there to greet me! She had organized all of my stuff and filled my water bottle for me. I went through the station quickly, but I forgot to dump my empty gel containers, and I forgot to get a new bag for my soon-to-be-empty gel containers. I realized about 10 mintes later that I would be carrying these for several miles. Oh, and my splits: Target: 2:14:02, Actual: 2:16. Damn, I'm good!

Shortly after Skyline Gate (mile 15) I hit a low point. There are some tough technical descents, followed by climbs, eventually levelling out to a flat path. I was struggling to keep in touch with the folks I left Skyline Gate with, I was feeling bad, and I was not excited about continuing another 15 miles. I thought Look, this is stupid. You're not having fun anymore, and if you drive yourself into the ground you're not going to enjoy this race, which is the whole reason you're here. So I backed off, and a few minutes later I started feeling better. I realized how beautiful the path through the conifer forest was, and how lucky I was to be out here enjoying it.

Next the course goes down some switchbacks, and I worried for a bit that I was off-course, but then some guy with a number flew by me and I assumed I was okay. I arrived at Big Bear the second time (mile 20) in reasonably good shape. I had lost quite a bit of time off my target by slowing down, but I was okay with it. Target: 3:14:52. Actual: 3:23.

I walked up the steep climb out of Big Bear and popped my first caffienated gel. Boy, was I glad I saved those! In my improved mood, I realized that the hard terrain was all behind me, and I was beginning to believe that I was going to finish. I came into Bort Meadow the second time (mile 23), some more time lost. Target: 3:43:50. Actual: 3:57:45.

Disaster struck after I left Bort Meadow. The trail goes to single track down a wooded valley. I knew I had 8 miles left and I figured I would just bang out what I thought were probably 10 minute miles for the rest of the race and be done in an hour and twenty minutes later. I was congratulating myself on having run a smart race. At my 20 minute interval I decided to walk momentarily to give myself a little rest and pop another gel. Then my left knee seized up.

I tried stretching. I tried massaging. I didn't want to try sitting down and didn't think it would help anyway. I limped a few paces and stopped. I felt the seconds slipping away. More limping. Time passing. I found if I walked with a straightened left leg I could make forward progress. I've read that no matter what, in an ultra-distance event you need to force yourself to make relentless forward progress. So that became my mantra, and that's what I did. The knee seemed to get marginally better and I found that if I took really little steps I could run on it.

Some more experimenting: I could handle the uphills and the flats okay, but the downhills just killed me. Once I started the little climbs coming into Honker Bay I was getting passed (literally) left and right. I remember thinking that I had believed myself to be so clever in picking runners who gradually improved their places in previous years' results as a basis for my target split times, because the runners that were getting passed at the end were hurting and not running the race that they had wanted (see my "How Fast" post). And now I was that guy, slipping through the places. Honker Bay splits: Target: 4:35:29. Actual: 5:01.

But I was going to finish, darn it. On the downhills I did a straight-legged long strided walk, and on the flats I did a little jog, and on the uphills I walked or jogged. At the finish my parents and my friend Mark were waiting for me, so it was great to see them there. My final time: Target: 5:04:08. Actual: 5:40:46! Wow, lots of time lost at the end there.

Me at the finish of my first 50K!

I felt great at the finish, besides the knee. I got a chance to talk with the woman with whom I had run near the first half of the race. It was Terrie West, who took something like 30 minutes off her PR, and who incidentally hit my finish target time. She was hitting all of the splits I wanted to hit, which means she ran a smart (and fast) race. Great job!

All in all, I enjoyed my race. I didn't hit the times I wanted to hit, but I mostly had fun and it was so great to be outside on the trails in such perfect weather. My assessment of the injury is that my IT band really flared up. I've been rolling it out at night, and I think I'll know in a few days if it was that or if I need to go to the doctor to get it checked out. On one hand, I could say that none of the things that I was worried about and could have planned for impacted me. But on the other hand, it might be a problem with leg strength or just experience and endurance on hills, both things I may need to work on (and hills being something that I did cite as a concern prior to the race).

On a side note, today I feel fantastic. My quads are a little sore, my knees are a little sore, and my left knee is still hurting, but besides that I feel as good as the day after any workout. I even did a crossfit warmup today, and my situps and pullups felt exceptionally strong. I attribute my recovery to crossfit and to the paleo diet. I'll talk some more about my diet in a future post.