Friday, September 23, 2016

Run Rabbit Run 100 - Race Report

My muscles ached from start, but I didn't go out hard, I didn't run a ton during peak weeks or weeks prior to race... why?  I’ve had races turn out okay when it didn’t feel like it was going to be my day early on, but usually I feel frisky like a puppy come race day.

I loved seeing my wife and baby Penny at Olympian Hall Aid Station both times I passed through (miles 20 & 41), and Amanda Harms-Shebest was super helpful since Elissa was busy holding Penny and I wasn't toooooo far behind the hundred mile machine Bob Shebest.

Jesse Haynes and I shared a lot of miles in the first 35.  We used to have a good friendly rivalry at races back in California, usually finishing within a couple minutes of each other, and we used to run together a lot in training – loved catching up with him a bit.

My fueling worked well, taking a Vfuel gel every 30 minutes, until I ate too much 'real food' at mi 41, oranges, chips, watermelon = nausea/vomitting at ~50.  The woman's winner Courtney passed me here and offered some jelly beans to ease my nausea and offered some words of encouragement along the lines of, "you'll bounce back."  I was stoked to see her hold on to the lead, she’s the kind of person you can’t help but root for.   

It was such a slow, cold slog the last 3 or so miles into the Long Lake AS at mile 53, dozen’s of runners hung around looking like crap, many packed around the campfire.  It was 30 degrees, which isn't cold when you've got some nice light gear on and you're moving decently, but when you are hiking slowly and stopping to dry heave and puke for a couple miles, you get cold quickly wearing the aforementioned clothes. Upon reaching aid I spent so much time there and I felt irreversibly horrible.  I knew my lofty aspiration of finishing around 19-20 hours was long gone.  This thought was devastating.  In the months leading up to the race I struggled with balancing working with training and being a husband, and a father to an infant (along with the sleep deprivation that accompanies it).  In doing my best to balance everything, I don't feel like I did anything well, and for what?  So I could fall apart in my biggest race of the year?  I wanted to prove to myself, my primary sponsor Hoka and everyone else that I could do well against a big pack of fast runners in a mountainous hundred.  Instead I lost the chance.  From early on I could tell that my body wasn't quite right, quitting would stop progressing the pain I was in and would allow me to get to sleep earlier.  I'd recover quicker and feel better sooner.  I wouldn't risk further nausea and emesis that leads to getting cold and moving even slower in the cool temperatures.  I wouldn’t finish with a time that didn’t look good.  I had gone from 15th ish to 33rd place by the time I left.  


During my 30+ minute residency at the aid station I ate some ramen.  I knew this wasn't an ideal place to drop, but I totally wanted to.  I saw Bob Shebest look unShebesty for the first time ever.  A fireside companion told me that the next aid was a lot easier to drop from and was only 5.8 miles away.  After the soup and warming by the fire I knew I could make it that far so I took off.  A couple miles down the dark dirt road littered with the lights of headlamps I thought, well I'm not feeling bad enough to drop anymore, let's see how this goes.   

In our hotel room, a couple hours before the race started I was all dressed up in my tank and shorts, ready to run.  I was holding my six month old daughter, Penny, and I took a picture of us while looking in the mirror.  I couldn't live with the idea of her looking back at that picture years down the road and asking, "how'd you do Daddy?"  And having to reply, "I quit because it got tough for a little while."  I think back to a picture my parents have of me when I was about three years old, sitting on a little wooden stool at a marathon my dad was running, waiting for him to run up to the finish.  I don't really remember being there, but the whole story and feeling behind it all has a happier ending with the fathers finishing the race instead of pulling up lame.  This idea did make me a tiny bit proud, that I was able to persevere and push on as hard as I could.

I continued to eat a cup of ramen at each AS, fill my water bottle with diluted coke and I eventually started popping VFuel's again.

Around mile 72 was the turn around.  I saw a bunch of people I was slowly trying to catch up to within a handful of miles from here, this reignited my fire for a bit, then the long climb from 6,800’ to 10,800’ began.  I hiked/ran up the dirt road until 04:30 AM when I started to weave and almost fall asleep while hiking, so I mostly ran from there on out because it kept me awake.

A beautiful sunrise crept into the world, through clearings in the thin sparse sub-alpine pine forest I caught glimpses of a dark blood orange hue filling the eastern sky.  I continued to push as hard as I could.  With it being mostly dark, and having hares and tortoises continuously crossing paths, it was difficult to tell if I was  passing anyone.  From previous experience, I am accustomed to doing well in races if I'm able to push as hard as I did, for as long as I did at RRR.  I was disappointed when I crossed the finish line in 22:05 and asked the RD what place I finished in when he told me, "11th."  Ouch.





Odds & Ends:

Will I run this race again?  

I Want to because:    

-I'd like to redeem myself.
-It was fun running through the night.
-Cool temperatures feel good for running.
-It’s always a stacked field.
-The fall colors were pretty.
-It is easy to book a room at the resort and walk to and from the finish/start, and there is a nice little creek at the resort that kids and dogs play in.

I Don't want to because:

-The tortoises start 4 hours earlier resulting in you having to pass a lot of runners.
It was annoying to cross paths with hundreds of runners at on the 4.5 miles of single track to and from the final turn around.  While you see more friends at a big race like this, you don’t have the intimate feel that a lot of other ultras have.
-There are quite a few miles of wide dirt road.
-I would like to see what I'm running around when I'm out running around for hours and hours and hours instead of starting at noon and running half of the race in the dark.
-While you do run up to 10,000', you never get alpine and while the scenery is nice, the mountains are kind of soft, featureless mounds, compared to higher, rockier peaks.
-The six miles of pavement on Fish Creek Falls Rd. to Olympian Hall.

*My failing to run near my goal time and being in a generally miserable physical state during the race most likely has skewed my perspective towards the negative when listing the pro’s and con’s of this event.

Sponsor Shout Outs:

Hoka:  The Clayton's worker well and are super comfortable, but after 53 miles my lower extremities thought a little more cushion would be nice for the next 53 miles.  So I slipped on the Challenger 2's and they were perfect for the long descents down hard packed dirt roads.  

Julbo: Blast sunglasses with photochromic lenses worked well in the day.


Drymax Socks.  Wore the same Lite Trail Running Socks the entire time, the only socks I wear at races.  I had Zero feet issues, no blisters, nadda.  

Vfuel:  my stomach worked fine when I was only consuming Vfuel, and it worked well when I was taking them at the end, especially in the hours before sunrise when my body desperately craving sleep.  The small amounts of taurine and caffeine kept me awake when I needed it most.  


Thursday, July 28, 2016

Never Summer 100k

The course started out on a dirt road for the first couple miles where we saw 2 moose, a cow with her calf.  We quickly started heading up to Seven Utes Peak.  Such nice alpine terrain, trails fading in and out, wildflowers blooming, sun coming up over ridges.  We settled into a lead pack of three: Eliot Barcikowski, myself and Gabe Joyes who pointed out a young little bull moose bolting for the trees at the sight or sound of us.  At some point we'd separate a tiny bit but I think we were all just hanging out together for the fun of it, and because we were going at what was a smart pace for us.

Coming down from Seven Utes Peak
photo from Never Summer 100k website


Agnes Lake
photo by Erin Bibeau


The three of us were together hiking up Diamond Peak.  I was surprised with how steep this puppy was.  Probably 35% incline up a trailless grassy ridge to 11,800'.  Very nice.  Eliot and Gabe pulled away a bit and leaving me to run by my lonesome.

Diamond Peak on the right, and the ridge we followed after,
photo from Never Summer 100k webiste.


The course is a big loop with a 5 mile out and back at mile 40.  At this point I had passed Eliot and only had Gabe in front of me, but had Nick Pedetella nipping at my heals.  Gabe had a 10 minute lead on me and was looking good, but I was hungry to run him down and excited to try, knowing that I had 20+ miles to do so my plan was to keep doing my thing and see if he'd come to me.  Unfortunately, my growing nausea exploded into projectile vomiting of a large volume of fluid at mile 46.  Both Nick and Chris Schurk offered water as they passed me while I was clutching a sign post.  My stomach felt better, but the loss of fluid, electrolytes and intestinal secretions left me depleted.  I tried to get back on track but couldn't, leading to a mental pity party.  I kept chugging along I knew I couldn't chase anyone down and my goal of podiuming wasn't in the cards.

At the mile 55 aid station, my wife and daughter Penny greeted me and hung out while I ate.  Eliot and Jeff Mogavero passed me while I sat.  I walked/shuffled the last 9 miles in, getting passed by Elijah Flenner.

Most of the first 45 miles were solid and rugged mountain miles.  Not much in the way of cruising on smooth single track or dirt road.  And there were miles of overgrown trail that wasn't really a trail you could follow on the ground, but a trail that was marked by colored signs on trees that led through grass, bushes, fallen trees, etc.  I guess what I'm getting at is this course is tough and slow.  Tougher than I had imagined, but that is exactly my kind of party... I just wasn't ready for the party I guess.

Leading into the race I thought I'd surely end up on the podium.  Got a good dose of reality and a reminder NOT to take anything for granted.

I feel bad that VFuel and Drymax, both sponsors of mine, were big supporters of this race... and it was my worst performance in a long time.  Full Results: here.  Congratulations to all the finishers and participants.

If you're looking for a tough, remote, gorgeous 100k, I highly recommend this event.  Race Director's Nick Clark and Pete Stevenson put on a handful of events with Gnar Runner's and they obviously have race directing down pat.  I'll have to give another one of their events a shot.

SPONSOR SHOUT OUTS:

Vfuel:  For the first time I ran with a flask, 5oz., and refilled it with provided VFuel at the aid stations.  This was a nice change to taking gels from single serving packets, and less wasteful.  I had some of the VFuel drink mix too, but probably should have drank more of this and nibbled more on real food sooner to keep nausea at bay.  3 gels an hour work so well for fueling for the first 30+ miles, but my stomach needs a little variety I think.  Loved chatting with VFuel co-founder, Alan Smith, and his wife Lori after the race.  He recently attempted a double Hardrock 100 run, but stopped just short of 200 miles.

Julbo:  I wore the new Aero's and they were very comfortable.  The photochromic lenses were great for the intense sun and shaded forests.

HOKA:  I wore a fresh pair of Speedgoat's, right out of the box.  My feet felt great all day and after finishing, the sticky vibram outsoles were great on all the cross county terrain and creek crossings.

Drymax:  My Trail Lite socks are all I ever wear any more.  After 13:30 on tough terrain with heat, creek crossings, etc.  I didn't have a single blister or hot spot.


Next up: Run Rabbit Run.  As I've switched from working night shift to day shift I think I'll be able to train better and sleep better.  This race served as a good kick in the ass, reminding me how demanding mountain miles around 10,000' elevation are.