Saturday, December 7, 2013

Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run: Race Report



Well, in honour of this weekend's lottery draw for the 2014 Western States, I figure it's finally time to post my 2013 race report to let people know what they're in for.  So what if it was 5 months ago!  I had a great time, even though things did not go as planned.  Injury in the months leading up to the race meant I would be undertrained (as usual).  It then turned out to be way hotter than predicted, the 2nd hottest race in it's 40 year history.  Then the icing on the cake was the worst blisters I've ever had.  Can't wait to go back!

Toronto to Squaw Valley
Our flight to San Francisco on Thursday was delayed 2 hours, off to a great start!  After arriving, took forever to get our rental car, then another eternity sitting in traffic to get out of the city.  After stopping for dinner then at Walmart for supplies, we ended up arriving at Squaw Valley in the dark at about 11pm, way past my original plan to be there for dinner.  It actually took longer to drive from San Fran to Squaw than the flight from Toronto to San Fran! Sitting in a car or plane for over 10hrs now.  I used the time on the plane to go over the maps and put together a chart of my predicted aid station arrival times for Lisa, you can guess how accurate that would end up being.

As we pulled into Squaw and came up to our hotel, we could see the huge rock face at the end of the road, it was massive and an impressive sight.  After we parked the car, I had to go out and have a look, awesome.  I couldn't wait for daylight so I could get a look at everything.  It was now 2am at home, got undressed, flopped on the bed and fell right to sleep.

Registration and Check-In
Up at 7am Friday, I turned on the TV and watched some Sacramento news station while having breakfast.  All they're talking about is the heat wave and then there's a newsflash about the concern for runners in the Western States Endurance Run.  Just what I wanted to wake up to. 

At least I had a great sleep, I always try to get a good night's sleep on Thursday night before a race (as Friday night sleep is a write-off) but it never happens.  This was my longest Thursday night sleep to date at 7hrs, great.  Had some breakfast and we went for a walk to have a look around the village, registration opens at 9am.

It was beautiful looking around at the mountains on all sides.  We were tucked in a valley surrounded by tall peaks, absolutely beautiful in all directions.  Looking up, could see snow at the top, I'd get a better look tomorrow!



We walked over to the start of the trail, then 2 guys came trotting down the hill from a morning run and passed by us, it was Hal Koerner (2 time winner).  I had just watched him in the documentary of the race with my kids a few days ago, it was surreal that I was here about to run this thing with him (well, waaay behind him anyway).   I didn't want to be a geek and stop him during his run, so I played it cool and stepped aside and let him pass.  Plus I didn't want to intimidate him of course.

Soon went to medical check in and registration.  They weighed me, took blood pressure and asked lots of questions.  Then checked in and got my swag, nice.  Arm sleeves, a visor, tech t-shirt, mug, duffle bag and of course, the mighty hoodie.  All with WS logos, the only thing missing was a buckle!


I went to the expo and had a look at some arm sleeves.  Mountain Hardware had these arm sleeves with some sort of technology that makes the material retain your sweat to keep you cool.  Whatever.  They're white, they're thinner than my current sleeves, I'll take 'em.  Grabbed a white hat too with the same new top secret ground breaking alien technology for sweat preservation cooling.

Drop Bags and Pre-Race Meeting
We headed back to our room so I could get my drop bags together. The plan was I'd have 5 drop bags along the course and Lisa would meet me 6 times.  All my drop bags had refills of gels and Clif Shot Bloks, each also had an Ensure to drink. Specific bags had my lights, a handheld bottle and various clothes to change if needed.

We dropped off the bags for tomorrow, then while looking for lunch I saw a guy wearing the exact same shirt as me (Sulpher Springs, the race I did 5 weeks prior), I knew it had to be Charles Oatman, one of the 3 Ontario runners in attendance.  I ran over and said hello, wished him luck.  Then while grabbing some wraps for lunch, I noticed a guy wearing a 5 Peaks shirt, I asked him if he was with Girlie, the other runner from Ontario.  It was indeed her husband Ian.  Turns out Girlie is one of the race directors for 5 Peaks, which my kids and I had signed up to run together 2 weeks later.  We chatted with Ian and walked over to the pre-race meeting where I finally met Girlie (we had chatted by email in the weeks leading up to the race, never met).  The pre-race meeting was on the lawn right behind our hotel room, we picked the right place!

The meeting was great.  There's an energy in the air with everyone here gathered all with the same purpose.  The whole village is full of runners or their support crew, now we were all gathered together.  First we listened to the race director, then some advise from a few people.  Best advise was the race director telling everyone to take their time charts and splits, then throw then in the garbage. The heat tomorrow would be near record high, they warned us that any times we had in mind for tomorrow when we signed up are out the window. Surviving the heat and even finishing will be a challenge, so forget your plans.  He also made a point of letting us know they had to adjust the entrance to the stadium at the finish, so this is why the starting line was moved slightly.  This was done to keep the same distance and not add a course extension (this drew applause from the crowd, he was taking a jab at Leadville).

A doctor had a good speech which I took note of about the importance of keeping body temperature cool in the extreme heat.  People make the mistake of thinking they need to drink lots more when it's hot, but we're just depleting our electrolytes buy drinking so much, not cooling down.  Take advantage of ice at the aid stations and use the cool creek and river water to cool off and keep your body temperature down.

Tim Twietmeyer had a few words (25 time finisher, now one of the organizers), Topher Gaylord (Scott Jurek's childhood buddy, now president of Montrail) and of course Gordy Ainsleigh.  Gordy was the one who started it all 40 years ago when his horse came up lame and he ran the course instead.  He's now 867 years old and he still runs it every year.  Doesn't finish in under 30 hours anymore, but still gives it a go.  Next, they brought up and introduced the top contenders for women, then men.

Nick Clark, Tim Olsen (2012 & 2013 winner), Ian Sharman, some dude, some other dude, dude #3, Karl Meltzer, Mike Morton, Hal Koerner, Rob Krar
 
It was awesome to see some of the best ultrarunners on the planet standing in front of us (also sitting in the crowd right in front of me was Ann Trason, 10 time woman's winner), and I'd be running with them tomorrow.......Way, way behind them, but they could all get injured, you never know.  They all hung around after to chat with people while old Gordy gave out free massages (he's not a perv, he's actually a registered chiropractor).
 
We hit the pool and Jacuzzi to relax where we chatted with another runner who'd done it before, he also lives in Auburn and trains on the course.  He gave me a few tips, one of them being about a stream with a shallow pool at the bottom of the valley after Last Chance aid station.  You can actually fill your bottles there, the water if fresh from a spring.
 
Lisa and I then headed out to Lake Tahoe for a nice dinner (See honey? I told, you it would be a romantic trip!).  The place we picked didn't have pasta, so I loaded up on fries.  Then back to the hotel for some zzzs, set the alarm for 3:15am...
 
Race Day!
Great sleep, 9:15pm to 3:15am, awesome 6hrs and better than expected!  It really helps living in Eastern time zone and running at Pacific time, makes going to bed and getting up early much easier.  The last 2 nights were the most sleep I've ever had before a race, maybe I won't nod off while running at night for a change...
 
Got up and followed my usual pre-race routine.  Coffee, toast with PB and a banana, then soaked my legs in a hot bath while munching on a cup of Mr. Noodles (or US equivalent, can't remember the name).  Getting ready was very efficient, I laid everything out the night before and had nothing to organize.  What was going on?  Usually I sleep 3hrs and scramble to get things together in the morning, this was going great.  Woke up Lisa at 4:15 and we headed out just after 4:30am, start line was 200 meters from our door (I highly recommend booking Squaw Valley Lodge).
 
Before the start we need to check-in and get my bib and chip timer.  After grabbing my bib I realized they didn't give me any pins to attach it.  I went back in and asked for some, but they were out of pins!  The lady at the table looked pissed off, I guess everyone was bugging her about it.  She told me to just fold up the bib and put it in my pocket.  WTF?  Now, I know the chip timer will be the official time and I can shout out my bib number arriving at aid stations (actually later in the race I couldn't remember it and had to keep checking), but I also know that there are race photographers along the course and they send you your pics by...yeah, that's right.... by the bib number in the picture!  Thanks Gerda, I'll figure something out.  I ended up biting 2 friggin holes in the bib so I could slip a strap though it on my vest.  No biggie, but I like to keep my bib numbers, especially from the bigger races.  Whatever, I knew this was going to be the least of my problems today.  Off to the start...

The Course
For those who aren't familiar with the course, it's basically a point to point race starting in Squaw Valley California, crossing through the mountains of the High Sierras and ending 100 miles later in the town of Auburn California.  The start is at an altitude of about 6000 feet, climbs up immediately in the first few miles to just under 9000 feet, then slowly descends through the mountains while passing through a few extremely hot canyons to a finish just above sea level.
I should point out that I cramped up horribly at Boston on that tiny little Heartbreak Hill



This was my first point to point race, most races I've done have been between 3 to 8 loops, which is easier logistically for crewing as you keep passing by the same spots.  There was no way I was going to remember which stations I had drop bags at, or what specifically I had to do at each, so I wrote it out on a card which I brought with me.  The plan was:

Mile 16 - Red Star Ridge - (drop bag)
Mile 29.7 - Robinson Flat - (crew)
Mile 38 - Dusty Corners - (crew)
Mile 43.3 - Last Chance - (drop bag): pick up handheld bottle
Mile 47.8 - Devil's Thumb - (drop bag): pick up headlamp
Mile 55.7 - Michigan Bluff - (crew & drop bag): pick up flashlight and 2nd headlamp for belt
Mile 62 - Foresthill - (crew)
Mile 78 - Rucky Chucky - (crew): replace flashlight batteries
Mile 85.2 - Auburn Lake Trails - (drop bag)
Mile 93.5 - Highway 49 - (crew): drop off lights

So meet Lisa 6 times, 5 drop bags, there was no way I was going to remember what to do at each.  The card proved to be very useful.  Now I should point out we did miss the crew instruction meeting on Thursday night, so some of this plan was flawed from the get go. 

GET TO THE FRIGGIN' RACE ALREADY!!
Ok, read on.
 
Squaw Valley to Robinson Flat (29.7 miles / 47.5 km)

Here We Go
As we headed for the starting line, it suddenly hit me... The sun is not up at 5am!  We're starting in the dark and I'd put my headlamps and flashlight in my drop bags.  Way to go, new guy.  I ran back to the room (once again, I highly recommend accommodation 200 meters from the starting line) and grabbed a crappy spare flashlight to use.
 
The start was awesome.  I wasn't nervous, I knew what I had to do, just excited.  It was all setting in now that I was really here about to do this epic race.  About 400 runners lined up with the best up at the front.  I decided to hang maybe 3/4 of the way back, but I was being modest and this turned out to be too far back.  At 5am... BOOM!... A shotgun goes off to start the race.

What Goes Up...
The beginning is just a huge crowd of people powerhiking up the mountain.  There were parts where it leveled out some and you could run.  I could have run more than I did overall, but I was trying to conserve energy.  I started around mid-pack, but passed quite a few people on the way up.  About a third of the way up I passed Gordy Ainsleigh, I'd better be able to stay ahead of this guy!  I realized early on that I didn't need a flashlight at all, the hills were lit up with ski lights most of the way.  As we neared the top, the sun was rising so the flashlight was useless.  I felt like a tourist being the only person carrying one, so I asked one of the aid station volunteers to slip it into my pack for me.

Just before the top is the aid station Escarpment at 3.5 miles, I grabbed quick drink and kept moving, feeling great.  I turned and looked back, a beautiful view across Lake Tahoe behind us, stunning.  We'd climbed about 3000 feet in the last few miles.  Even with the heat the last few days, it was still cool up here at 8700 feet and there was snow on the side of the trail.  Most years, this part is covered with snow so I was glad not have to run through slippery snow with my sore groin.

The climb was big, but truly pales in comparison to Hope Pass at Leadville, not even close.  This was not nearly as steep and flattened out a few times along the way up.  Great climb with great views though.  Once at the top, you can look west and see all the mountains of the Sierras we're about to cross.  Then, you crest the top and start speeding downhill!

...Must Come Down
It thought people were going a bit too slow on the downhill, so I passed people wherever I could.  I was feeling great at this point and flying down the hills.  Apparently, I was going too hard down the hills, soon my legs would start to get sore on the downhills, much earlier than anticipated.  Around mile 10 while speeding down a hill a ran though a small stream, I figured my feet would get wet later anyway so I didn't thing anything of it.  Little did I know this little stream was the start of my demise...

I headed through the aid stations Lyon Ridge in 122nd place, Redstar Ridge in 139th place (had a drop bag here to re-stock some supplies) and Duncan Canyon still in 139th place.  Through all of these, I was within 5 minutes of a 24hr finish pace, doing better than expected so fare.  I could feel some hotspots on my feet now, a precursor to blisters, but I didn't worry about it at this point.  My quads were unusually sore on the downhills now.  The heat was also creeping up as the altitude got lower, but it was still bearable.  I ran past Tim Tweitmeyer out on the course.  There were numerous volunteer runners (including Tim) out on the course to check on people, he must have been itching to run!

I arrived into Robinson Flat (mile 29.7 at 11:29am in 158th place out of about 400 runners, still ahead of schedule (24hr pace was 11:20am, only 9 minutes off).  This was to be my first crew meeting with Lisa, or so we'd planned...
 
Robinson Flat (29.7 miles / 47.5 km) to Last Chance (43.3 miles / 69.3 km)

Didn't You Get the Memo?
As I arrived in Robinson Flat, they weighed me.  I was scared shitless after Leadville where I gained 7 pounds in the first 50 miles.  I stepped on the scale and hoped for the best.... down a couple pounds!  Whew, whatever the hell happened to me at altitude in Leadville wasn't happening here.  I grabbed some fruit and looked around for Lisa.  It was getting hot now and she had a hankerchief for me to fill with ice and wear around my neck to stay cool.  I walked slowly through the crew area and couldn't see her, when I got to the end I wasn't sure what to do.  She has some gels and Clif shots for me to re-stock, but I still had some so no big deal.  I asked someone if I could sit in their extra chair, he obliged while I sat there eating for a few minutes waiting for Lisa to show up.  After 5 min, still nothing.  A woman behind me asked for her number and sent her a text.  I waited a few more minutes, but then I had to go.  I thanked the man and woman and then went on my way.  Lisa was all by herself, so I was hoping nothing was wrong.

Turns out it took her hours to drive along the dirt road to the shuttle, then the shuttle got stuck due to a broken down vehicle on the little road.  She did arrive right around when I was leaving.  She spent hours to get there, all for nothing.  Oh well, I'd see her at Dusty Corners in a couple of hours.

It was really starting to get hot now and blisters were forming on my feet, slowing me down a little but I still wasn't worrying about it.  I passed though Millers Defeat in 168th place at 12:43pm, less than 20min off of the 24hr pace, still doing good.  From Millers Defeat to Dusty Corners, I was still moving pretty good but slowing more.  I was glad I was finally going to see Lisa and re-stock a few things.  I arrived Dusty Corners in 185th place at 1:35pm, now 40 minutes off a 24hr pace.  It was now officially hot as hell.

Or the Other Memo?
As I ran into Dusty Corners, I looked around for Lisa but couldn't find her.  I walked to the end of the station's crew area and back to the other end, nothing.  Ok, now I was starting to worry.  Volunteers were asking if they could get me anything, everyone was pitching in to help asking what I needed.  I asked if someone could try to get a hold of her, but there was no reception so far in the mountains.  I was joking with the volunteers, I said I think my girlfriend left me for another runner mid-race!  That's worse than leaving someone at the alter...

Later we found out that at the crew information meeting which we missed on Thurday night, they told people to go to either Robinson Flat or Dusty Corners, it's not possible to do both.  We didn't know that so she left Robinson just after I did and tried to get to Dusty Corners.  We had no idea that was pointless.  She had now been driving around since 9am and hadn't seen me!  Long day for her too.  Ok, back to me though:

I stocked up on salt pills, GU gels (gross, but my Powerbar Double Latte gels were MIA).  I ate a bunch of fruit, filled my cap with ice and headed on my way with a cup of ice to chew also (I did this at every station).  As soon as you step away from the shade and onto the dirt road in the sun, you could feel the heat rising up from the dirt like turning on a toaster.  Never felt anything like it.

What, No Barf Bags?
Next, there was a large portion running along fully exposed trail from where there was a forest fire years ago.  Having no trees for cover in this heat was brutal.  Then I started to notice something I'd never seen in all of my other races.  Every few minutes I'd come across a pile of vomit, over and over again.  It was hot, dry and dusty here so I guess it really got to some people, I've never seen so much vomit on a trail.  To stay cool, I made sure to conserve enough water so I could keep spraying some water on my neck and arm sleeves.

The dirt and dusty fire roads were extremely hot, felt like forever running on these waiting to get back into some woods for shade.  I was so happy to arrive at Last Chance, knowing we'd be heading into the woods and descending to a cool river!  A young boy was standing outside the station with a spray bottle, I bent down and he sprayed me in the face, it was hot water and I think it evaporated before I even stood up.  I arrived Last Chance still in 185th place at 2:38pm, now 42min off a 24hr pace, not bad at all.
 
Last Chance (43.3 miles / 69.3 km) to Devil's Thumb (47.8 miles / 76.5 km)
I ate a bunch of fruit here, mostly strawberries. I grabbed my handheld bottle from my drop bag and asked them to fill it with water for me.  I started using the handheld bottle to continually squirt water on myself as I ran to stay cool.  A few minutes after leaving Last Chance, the downhill started to get steeper and steeper.  This leg is basically a steep downhill to the bottom of a canyon, followed by the steepest climb of the course out of the canyon on the other side. 

My quads were really sore now, when it got too steep I had to slowly step down the hills, this was not good less than 50 miles into the race.  I used my handheld to spray my quads with cool water.  My feet were getting very, very sore from blisters, I was really slowing down (the chafing that was developing in private places wasn't helping either).  Other runners were running right past me as I crept down the hill.  My groin had been getting more sore throughout the day, it was bad now too.  Running straight was ok, but any sudden turns and my adductors would hurt.  The worst part was side stepping to let other runners pass, hurt like hell.

Pre-race, another runner had told me that instead of cooling off in the river, there's a fresh spring running out of the rocks forming a little pool somewhere near the bridge and you can drink the water.  As I got closer to the bottom, I saw a small pool (a few inches deep) right after a little wooden bridge, so I sat in it.  It was very shallow and didn't look to clean, but I sat in it anyway.  Any moron would know this was not the spring the guy was talking about, but the heat was getting to me and I wasn't thinking clearly.  Plus I didn't give a crap, it was water.


Berry Good Shower
After a few minutes, bees kept swarming around me so this urged me to get up and get moving.  As I kept spraying myself with my handheld, I noticed the constant smell and taste of strawberry.  I figured it was just from the bunch of strawberries I ate at Last Chance, but the smell wouldn't go away.  I kept running, to stay cool I sprayed my handheld in my hair, on my neck, chest, arms, quads.... Ahhh crap. Now I knew where the smell was coming from.  I squirted a big drink from my handheld into my mouth... yup, I had been soaking myself with a strawberry energy drink all this time.  That explains the bees.  Well, if it had to happen, this was actually the best time for it, I was about to arrive at the bottom with a nice cold river to soak in, along with getting the strawberry drink out of my clothes and hair.

Getting to the river at the bottom was great, I was so hot now, the cold water was amazing.  I lay down in the water with my feet on the shore to keep my shoes dry.  I submerged the rest of my body in the water for a few minutes.  The only problem with this was my shorts filled up with sand when I sat up.  As I got up to resume running, I realized my balls were covered in sand.  I sprayed water down there to try to get rid of as much as I could, I didn't need this chafing to get any worse!

I headed across the bridge and then saw the spring and small pool the guy was talking about.  I filled up my handheld here.  I didn't want to drink it but I'd use it to keep spraying myself.  I then started to head up the dreaded climb to toward Last Chance.

This was the steepest climb of the course, but I actually didn't mind it at all.  The downhills hurt so much that I enjoyed the climbs.  I was passing people the whole way up, no problem at all.  Even my burning feet felt better going uphill, they didn't slide around like on a downhill.  The climb took about 45min, I was happy to reach the top and see the aid station.  I arrived Devil's Thumb at 4:28pm in 204th place, now plummeted to 1hr and 13min off of 24 hour pace.  The super slow downhill did me in.
 
Devil's Thumb (47.8 miles / 76.5 km) to Michigan Bluff (55.7 miles / 89.1 km)
The heat was still stifling here, but they did a good job cooling people off, too good in fact.  After soaking my head and neck with an ice water sponge for too long, I was freezing!  They offered me a freezy but I was shivering.  The temp was over 100 degrees and I was shivering!  I had a drop bag here so I re-stocked and grabbed my headlamp to bring along. I was feeling a little queasy here so I sat down and had some hot noodle soup.  I sat down in one of the medical chairs for a few minutes.  There were some people around me in really rough shape.  My queasiness was nothing compared to what some of these people were going through. Only sat for a few minutes, then I was off.

This next section was again a steep decent into a canyon, so I knew this would be slow again.  This time there's El Dorado Creek aid station at the bottom.  When I got there, my quads were now throbbing and useless.  I arrived El Dorado at exactly 6:00pm, now dropped to 215th place, 1hr 40min off of a 24hr pace. 

One of the volunteers helped me climb down some rocks to the river, it was not easy!  Getting down to the river was one thing, trying to lower myself into the water was quite a spectacle.  I sat in the cool water for a few minutes, trying to submerge my quads while keeping my burning feet on a rock out of the water.  My volunteer then helped me up and I climbed the rocks up to the aid station.  I was wrecked and only at mile 52!!

I grabbed some fruit and headed up the west side of the canyon, thank goodness for the uphill.  Again just over 45min to the top, no problem climbing at all.  When I got near the top I picked up the pace and ran hard into Michigan Bluff aid station.... and finally there was Lisa!  The last time I saw her was 14hrs ago at 5am, it was now 7:07pm.  I'm now in 216th place.
 
Michigan Bluff (55.7 miles / 89.1 km) to Foresthill (62 miles / 99.2km)
I was glad to see Lisa and fill her in on my race so far, along with my dead quads and burning feet.  I gabbed some food and finally sat down in my own chair! 

 
At Michigan Bluff


I didn't stay too long, soon I was up and off.  I grabbed my flashlight and waistlight here before leaving.  Lisa walked with me along the road for a minute as she headed back to the car, I was staggering along as my feet were burning while walking on the flat hard road.  They were really bad now.  Once I picked up the pace and got moving, they'd feel a bit better.  A few minutes after I left, I realized I'd left my handheld bottle sitting on the ground beside my chair!  Crap.  I was hoping Lisa grabbed it, but as I found out later, she missed it too.  No biggie, I specifically had it there for the 2 canyons that I hit during the day, it was now going to start getting dark soon.
 
The next section got a little rocky, just killing my feet more.  Eventually I reached the Bath Road aid station.  After this it's a long uphill climb along a paved road.  The road had a long, slow curve to it.  Because of this, the road was paved with a constant bank to the left the whole way, this was horrible.  My feet were sliding sideways in my shoes on the slanted road, this sucked.  Not only did my feet slide in my shoe, but the bottoms of my feet were just huge blisters (as I'd soon learn) so my feet would slide inside the skin.  I never knew walking up a paved road could be so excruciating!!  At the top, it's then a flat run through the town of Foresthill to get to the aid station, now in the dark.  I arrived mile 62 at 9:17pm, now in 227th place.
 
Foresthill (62 miles / 99.2km) to Rucky Chucky (78 miles / 124.8 km)
They weighed me again here, after losing 6 pounds in the afternoon I'd now gained it back, which was good.  I couldn't find Lisa in the dark, then I heard someone shouting my name from the crew area, it was some woman with a loud voice that Lisa met while waiting for me.  I could barely step now, I told Lisa how bad my feet were and decided to see the foot doc.  I was a bit apprehensive about the time this would take, but I couldn't go on like this so surely it was worth it.

I'd never had my feet checked during a race before, but this was different.  I sat down and the doc took off my shoes and I said I'd take my own socks off.  My feet were horrible.  They were bloated and wrinkled, they'd been soaking all day.  The balls of my feet and almost all of my toes were covered in blisters, including between the toes.  The worst part was the bottoms and my heels though, just a giant blister on each foot.  We let them dry out a bit, then he taped all of them up and lanced a few to drain them.  There was nothing he could do about the giant ones, he just covered them in tape as another skin.  I put dry socks on, but as he pointed out I'll be crossing a river in 15 miles so dry shoes would not be necessary.  I put the damp shoes back on and got ready to go.  The bandages helped a bit (or maybe it was Advil #2), but I'd soon find out that the comfort would be short lived.  Lisa got me a bunch of noodles while I had my feet worked on, so I was ready to go.  Trying to walk along the flat road for a bit was horrible.  Eventually I picked up the pace and headed into the woods.

Cal Street
The next section, nicknamed 'Cal Street', is a mostly downhill fast trail section which heads through the aid stations Dardanelles (mile 66), Peachstone (mile 71 at 12:35am in 255th place) and Ford's Bar (mile 73) before reaching the Rucky Chucky river crossing at mile 78.  Some of the sections we run along cliff sides with a wall on one side and nothing on the other.  This would have been some great views during the day, but at night it's just a big dark void beside me.  I was very careful to focus and not doze off during some of these parts.  I eventually arrived at the bottom into Rucky Chucky at 2:54am, now 246th place.
 
Rucky Chucky (78 miles / 124.8 km) to Auburn Lake Trails (85.2 miles / 136.3 km)
I was looking forward to seeing Lisa here, mainly because I really, really needed an Advil to take the edge off my flaming feet and my worse than ever quads.  I did tell her to skip this station and sleep if she wanted to, but I was really hoping for that Advil!  I soon realized she did indeed opt for the cozy hotel bed.
 
Rub & River
There was a tent here for massages, so I decided to have my quads loosened up a bit.  This hurt like hell, but I stuck it out in hopes this would help my aching quads.  Not sure if it did, I could barely move whenever I stopped now.
 
I made my way down the rocks (very slowly) to the river to make my way across.  It's about 40 feet or so across, they have a rope to hold onto along with spotters there to assist.  The water was COLD!  It was up to my chest at one point, I'd taken off my waistpack and hung it around my neck.  Took me forever to creep across.  The cold water felt great on my legs, not to mention my fire-feet.
 
After I crossed, I asked the aid station workers if I could have some Advil or Tylenol, but they're not allowed to give any.  They first need a medical person to evaluate you... screw it.  I grabbed some food then started my climb uphill.  My shoes were waterlogged, who friggin cares anymore.
 
The next section is all uphill to the aid station Green Gate at mile 80.  The uphills were still awesome, I really looked forward to them.  Got to Green Gate at 4:08am in 259th place.
 
After Green Gate, it's a series of up and down trails to get to Auburn Lake Trails.  I would pass people on the uphills and they would pass me on the downhills.  Arrived Auburn Lake Trails aid station at 5:44am in 247th place, now been at it for almost 25 hrs, I had hoped to be done by now!
 
Auburn Lake Trails (85.2 miles / 136.3 km) to Highway 49 (93.5 miles / 149.6 km)
I was in rough shape coming into Auburn Lake Trails, and the aid station workers could see it.  One girl went and grabbed my drop bag for me while another guy got me a coffee and directed me to a chair.  As I started to lower myself, my quads gave out and I crashed into the chair, it went up on 2 back legs and almost flipped right out of it.  My coffee was the real casualty, I'd dumped it all over myself when I hit the chair.

That morning before the race, it took a large can of Starbucks Double Expresso and poured half of it into an empty Ensure bottle and placed it in my drop bag for this station.  When I tried to drink it, I almost threw it up, it was disgusting.  It had been sitting in my drop bag cooking all day, bad idea.  I took my headlamp, waistlight and flashlight and put them all in my drop bag, it was getting light out now so I wouldn't need them.

As I headed out, I realized I left my drop bag beside my chair instead of putting it back in the pile, but I was in no condition to turn around and get it, I was a minute or two out of the station now.  No biggie, it's 20 feet away from the pile and my bag was clearly marked, the girl who handed it to me would just put it back, right? (no she wouldn't).

Climbing down rocks after sitting at the station was horribly painful on my feet now.  I was yelling and gasping out loud with every step downhill on rocks, I didn't care who heard me anymore.  I still had 15 miles to go and 5 hours to do it.  Sounds easy right?  Not in this condition.  I made my way up and down the trails to Brown's Bar aid station at mile 90.  I arrived at 7:08 am in 244th place.  Didn't stay long I had to get this over with but I was struggling.

Low Point
The long downhill out of Browns Bar was brutal, this was physically the worst part of the race for me.  I knew I had less than 10 miles to go, but I was in extreme pain and moving slowly on the rocky downhill.  At this pace, a finish under the 30hr cutoff was in question.  My feet were worse than ever, my quads could barely keep me upright stepping downhill.  I'd never experienced either of these factors anywhere near this degree in a race before.  I reeeeally wanted an Advil to ease the pain.  I have no idea why I had Lisa hold onto the Advil instead of carrying some with me, it would have made a huge difference.

At the bottom of the canyon, I now had a big climb to get up to Highway 49 aid station.  I could still plow up the hills, but this hill felt like forever.  At every crest and turn I was hoping I was near the top, the hill was teasing me.  Finally I could hear people cheering at the aid station.  There was a small downhill just to piss me off before the aid station, then I came out of the woods and saw it. PLEASE let Lisa be there with Advil!  Please!  And there she was...
 
Highway 49 (93.5 miles / 149.6 km) to No Hands Bridge (96.8 miles / 154.9 km)
I'd arrived mile 92 aid station Highway 49 at 8:23am in 257th place (not that I cared what place I was in, just adding it as a reference compared to my 122nd place earlier in the race).  I could barely shuffle along now, I was so happy to see Lisa and finally get some Advil.  Now running like an old man who just had hip replacement and then got shot.  Not my finest hour.

Anyway, I took my long awaited Advil and ate some fruit.  An aid station worker came over to check on me, I assured them I was fine, just sore.  I told Lisa I was questionable to even make 30 hours at the rate I was going now.  I had to count on the Advil kicking in....and it did.

I slowed staggered away and made the steep climb out of Hwy 49, I just wanted this to be over with now.  The climb was slow, but once I got to the top the Advil was hitting me.  I started to pick up the pace, just in time as we crossed a long, very hot exposed field.  The temperature was climbing again.

I motored across the field, passing people the whole way, I was at full running pace now.  The next while is a downhill, but the fresh Advil took the edge off my sore quads and I was able to keep up the pace.  I eventually made it to the bottom and No Hands Bridge aid station.
 
No Hands Bridge (96.8 miles / 154.9 km) to Placer High School - Finish (100.2 miles / 160.3 km)
I was ecstatic to arrive here, I knew it was just 3 and a half miles to the finish and it was basically uphill, which was great.  As I was crossing the bridge, this was the moment when I knew I was going to finish the Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run.  As crossed the bridge, I let out a screaming  "WHOOOOO-HOOOOO!!!" for everyone to hear!   
 
 
 
No Hands Bridge
 
I still had one big uphill left, didn't mind at all.  Everyone else was walking now, knowing they were going to make it.  I had to keep running where I could and powering up the hill passing everyone, the thought of the finish line had adrenalin and endorphins kicking in.  Good thing because the Advil had pretty much worn off.
 
Robie Point
I finally exited the dirt trail and headed along the paved road, still going uphill.  I arrived Robie Point at 10:05am, only 1.3 miles left to go!  It was still a steep uphill for the next few minutes, but I was so excited I ran up the whole thing.  Once at the top, it`s just a mile through town to the finish.  My feet were on fire running along the paved roads, Advil was gone.  Everyone else was walking now, most people were joined by family members.  All of the towns people you see cheer you on, every car that passes waves, honks and yells, it`s an electric and exciting atmosphere that consumes the whole town.
 
I ran the whole way though town and entered the stadium, Lisa was just inside the gate.  I then needed to head around the track for 300 metres to the finish line on the other side.  I`d envisioned this moment for so long, wondering what condition I`d be in, I knew I wanted to run the last 300 metres around the track hard.  Problem was, after 100 metres or so I was catching up to the guy in front of me who was running slowly with his family.  I couldn`t pass him in the final few metres, that would`ve been a dick move so I just hung back and went very slow.
 
Finally finished this bitch in 29 hours 23 minutes.  As I crossed the finish line, I was so happy to be done!  I was not happy about my time, but I`d gotten over that many hours ago when I realized I needed to focus on just finishing.  Not what I had planned, but just knowing I`d finished this furnace of a race was enough for me today.
 
 

Where's My Buckle?
Lisa met me at the finish to share the moment with me.  I had to get off my feet, I collapsed into a chair in the medical tent until they made me move.  I was scared to take my shoes off, but I had to slowly work them off after a little while.  Worst blistering I`ve ever had and hopefully ever will have.  I made my way over to a foot person to have a look.  She cleaned my feet with cold water and checked them out, she advised I leave the bandages on for now, just stay off my feet (duh) and make sure to air them out to keep them dry the next few days.  As I was sitting in the foot chair, the great Karl Meltzer was standing beside me eating a popsicle so I said hello and chatted for a minute.  Man these guys are tiny.
 
At the finish, you pick up your various drop bags.  Lisa said the bag from Auburn Lakes Trail was missing.  Of course it was, it was the only bag with any value in it.  It had my Petzl Myo headlamp ($80), my Petzl Tikka headlamp ($40) and my brand new first time used bright ass flashlight ($30).  So the other bags had socks and tshirts, the missing bag had $150 worth of stuff in it.  Great.
 
After awhile I was able to stomach some food, Lisa grabbed me various items from the breakfast table not knowing what I could eat.  I was able to get a few pancakes down.
 
Lisa was anxious to leave by now, but she stuck around with me in the 100 plus heat to wait for my buckle.  If you leave, they`ll mail it to you, but I had to have it today!  Felt like forever waiting for the ceremony.  We got our chairs positioned ahead of time to get a decent seat with some shade.  Once it started, Nick Clark sat beside us waiting for the elites to be called up.
 
My slow ass time meant I was one of the last to go up.  I was going to get Lisa to go up and get it for me, but instead I got up and paced around for a few minutes before they called my name, just to loosen up my legs and get my flaming feet used to stepping first.  My preparation lead to the fine form you see below: 
 
 
 
 


After a few hours, I finally got my long awaited buckle!



Post Race
We headed back to a motel 15 minutes away so I could take shower, then we were off to the Fairmont Sonoma Resort and Spa to relax for a couple days.  I was a mess, could barely walk the next few days.  When we got to the resort, they had an attendant in a golf cart take me to my room.  They gave us a ground floor room with handicap accessibility, awesome.  The bars to lower myself down to the toilet seat we most appreciated!  I did a lot of sleeping while my crew enjoyed a much deserved spa getaway.

I couldn't wear shoes for a week.  When we got back home, I proudly wore sandals and my buckle to the office.





Takeaways:
So what were the factors that lead to my slow-ass finish?

Blisters - Holy crap.  I usually run blister-free, what the hell happened?  I had bad blisters at HURT, but that was after falling in a river late in the race.  These ones started early.  I think shoes were too loose causing my feet to slide around a bit too much, lots of down hills contributed to the sliding more than usual, wet feet were the big culprits but then not taking action earlier fucked me.  I knew blisters were forming on the bottoms of my heels pretty early, I should have had them looked at sooner.  I can't even explain the pain and how it changed every single step for the last half of the race.  Really slowed me down much more than anything else.  Live and learn.

Downhills - WTF?  I've heard the urban legends of people having extremely sore quads from running downhill, but guess what?  They're true!  Never had any pain from running downhill before this.  At Leadville last year, it was the exact opposite, I couldn't step uphill anymore but I could fly down hill.  I'll attribute this to my lack of proper training due to my groin problems all spring.

Extreme Heat - Hottest weather I've ever been in, running or otherwise.  Highest recorded temp was 104f at Rucky Chucky, but canyons were even hotter peaking near 110f (43 Celsius).  Not humid thank goodness, just dry running-in-an-oven weather.  Hard to say how this impacted my race, I actually did a very good job keeping cool.   Ice in my hat at every station, constantly soaking myself with one of my bottles as I ran, lying down in every river and wearing all white including sleeves seemed to do the trick.  It sure changed my perspective of what 'hot' is when I got back home and hear people whine in 33 degree days getting from the AC house to the AC car.

Other Tidbits:
Nutrition - Nutrition and hydration was great.  I ate almost all fruit and lots of Clif Shot Bloks.  Had a gel, salt pill and electrolyte pill every hour.  Carried only water (except when I was soaking myself with that friggin strawberry drink), then drank whatever energy drink they had at each station.  Drank an Ensure at each drop bag, then some coffee at night to keep my eyes open.  Not really any nausea (for a few minutes at Devil's Thumb), weight stayed in a good range, lots of energy.

Crewing - Well, we didn't plan this very well.  Lisa made 3 out of the 6 scheduled stations, no fault of hers.  So in 29 hours and 100 miles, I saw her 3 times.  I had put my lights in my drop bags instead of leaving them with her, I did this because I didn't want to rely on her for these essentials, just in case something kept her from our rendezvous. Good thing!  I wasn't able to re-stock some things when we didn't meet.  What I did learn is that I really don't need a crew.  Mainly because the aid station workers we absolutely awesome, they were doing everything for me.  A crew would be much more valuable in a less organized and less supported race.  From a supply standpoint, it's nice having my chair and being able to re-stock my own things but I can get by without it.  The biggest factor in her crewing is the mental aspect of looking forward to seeing her at the next station.  When I didn't see her at the first 2 stations, this almost backfired as I was really getting worried whether something serious happened to her.  If she hadn't shown up at the 3rd planned meet at Michigan Bluff, I wouldn't have been able to continue the race, I'd be calling hospitals!

Groin - Ah yes, the adductors.  I really thought these would have been healed since February, but it was not to be.  Got pretty sore by mid-race, very painful when I tried to side-step.  As sore as it was, this wasn't a big contributor to my finishing time.  The bigger impact was the effect it had on my training when it was much worse and more painful, causing me to try and cram for the final 2 months pre-race.  I couldn't back out of this race, I knew I wasn't properly trained by I had to make the best of it.

What's Next?
Considering this was over 5 months ago, I'll backtrack a little.  I had planned to run another 100 miler in the fall (against all common sense).  I considered Haliburton, Grindstone or Virgil Crest, but I had schedule conflicts with all of them.  I then started to frantically look around for a 50 miler, but again none really caught my eye.  Just as well, I really should have been letting my groin heal so I could be better for 2014.  So, eventually I calmed down and got used to the realization that I should rest and heal properly.  It was rather nice knowing I had no upcoming races to train for, I kept up running but with no sense of urgency.  It's now December and I haven't run a race since Western on June 30th.  Groin is definitely healing, but not there yet.   I'll do another post in the near future with my plans for 2014.



This race is a must-do for ultra runners, the experience is beyond words.  The atmosphere, the elites, the fantastic volunteers and organization of the race, the whole experience is awesome.  I'd love go back and do it again properly trained, if I ever get through the lottery again!  Thanks to everyone for their support and encouragement.  Thanks to Eman for giving me a great rundown of the course and race ahead of time, tips and info were great.  Special thanks to my crew Lisa of course.  I don't know what drives her to follow me around waiting on me at these races, or to put up with my running in general.  I hope she doesn't start entering something like this, looks like a lot of work!

Take care,

Morgan


 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Off to The Big Dance



Tonight the kids and I watched the documentary 'Unbreakable' about the 2010 Western States battle between Roes, Krupicka, Jornet and Koerner (if you're not into ultrarunning then these names mean nothing to you).  This year they'll be filming 'Unbreakable 2' with the epic matchup of  Meltzer, Koerner, Mackey and Schick... Ok maybe not, but don't tell my kids.  They were on the edge of their seats waiting to see who won, they're super excited for me to go.  They want to come and crew for me, I'll have to bring them out for a race a little closer to home sometime.

So here we are.  Seems like just yesterday I got accepted into the race, what happened to the last 6 months?  Training has had it's ups and downs, and more downs, but I'm good to go.  As always, I wish I got more mileage in.  Groin problems almost derailed everything, but in the end it just hampered training.

Here's a few tidbits on various items:

Training:
It was a lazy winter, followed by a slow start in the spring due to groin problems, leading to a crammed 8 weeks or so at the end.  Not ideal training by any means, but it is what it is.  My 8 week crash course included Sulpher Springs 100 mile (pretty much by accident, see below), along with some so-so mileage.  I dropped my winter weight; 8 weeks ago I was 178, as of yesterday I'm down to 168.  That will do just fine.

Strained Groin:
Still sore,  it just won't heal.  When I go for a hard run, it's always sore the rest of the day.  Still can't sidestep, that's the worst pain.  Running straight and at a decent pace is ok (the course is straight, isn't it?).  I've learned to run with it.

Sulpher Springs 100 mile was almost 5 weeks ago.  I had planned to run 50 miles and drop then or shortly after that, but I felt ok so kept going.  I'm glad I did,  as I really didn't know if my groin could handle 100 miles.  I didn't want to go into Western not knowing if my groin could take it.  The pain increased until 60 or 80k, then it remained constant which is great.  As long as I know it won't keep getting worse, I can handle it (along with some Advils).  Nothing I can do now, so I'll put it out of my mind.

Gear:
I bought a wicked new vest on Saturday (yes, a new vest 1 week before a race), an Ultimate Direction SJ Signature Series.

Ultimate Direction SJ Signature Series Ultra Vest
 

It's fantastic, but I've decided not to use it for this race.  What I hadn't thought of was what it would feel like to have the weight of the bottles on my front side.  I've always run with weight in the rear, either a hydration pack during training or 2 x 22oz bottles in the rear on a belt for races.  To suddenly switch the weight to the front without ever training like that would be a bad idea.  I'm quite confident my lower back would be on fire way before 100 miles.  I could start with it and switch later in the race if I feel it, but I'm probably better off to stick to the Nathan Elite belt I've used in every other 50 mile plus race for the last few years.  I'm used to the weight of the belt squishing my bladder, no biggie.  Looking forward to getting used to the UD SJ later though, it's super light and the bottle and gel access at the front is great.  Should have thought of getting this even a few weeks ago to get used to it, would have been fine.  Damn.

Crew (aka Lisa):
No pacer, I really didn't know if I was going for sure until Sulpher 5 weeks ago, so I never planned for a pacer to come along.  I've never used a pacer anyway, so no big deal.  Lisa will crew for me, but we ran into a little snag last week.  She was biking to work (downtown, great idea) and got cutoff by a car.  She went over the handlebars, resulting in a sprained wrist, small fracture in her elbow and a whole lot of bruising.  She's starting to get around without the sling now and drove for the first time the other day, so should be ok.  I'll try not to pack my gear too heavy!

Weather:
Here's the current forecast for the finish line in Auburn, California:

 


Translation for Canadians: that rounds out to 38, 38, 39.  Well, at least it's not going to rain, although I might be praying for rain in the afternoon.  On the plus side, the start will be cooler up in the higher elevations, and the nights will drop back down.  It's just Saturday afternoon that will be nasty.  Apparently the sun reflects off the rocks bringing the heat even higher in the canyons (they don't call one of them 'Volcano Canyon' for nothing).  Won't be humid, so that's good.  The heat won't help my times though.

Course:
A few weeks ago, I had lunch with Eman to go over course details, he ran it in 2011.  This was great and very informative.  He showed me where he found he needed extra water and which stretches to make up time on.  We'll see how much I remember once the race starts...

It's starts at approx. 6000 feet, then climbs up to just under 9000 feet right away, then gradually back down.  I don't anticipate the same problems I had at Leadville, that started at 10,000 and went up to almost 13,000 feet.  It's been warm this year, so we may not have snow at the top either.



Goals:
1 - Don't die.
2 - Finish in under 30hr cutoff.
3 - Finish in under 24hrs to get Silver Buckle award (groin, heat and the fact that I've never come close are kinda hinting that I'm dreaming here, can't hurt to put it in writing).

Time to Pack:
As the heading says, it's time to pack.  This will probably be the biggest race of my life.  Yikes, that's just setting in now.  I really wish I'd trained more!  I'm going to enjoy it and take it all in, things like this don't come around too often.  As in the words of Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."

If anyone is bored this weekend and wants to follow along, I'm bib #359.  Live link is:
http://www.ultralive.net/ws100/webcast.php

Take care,

Morgan

Friday, May 10, 2013

The Leadville Effect



I'm freezing.  It's 3:10am, I'm exhausted...beyond exhausted.  I'm standing on a barren country road in the dark, shivering and looking in each direction trying to figure out where I am and what went wrong to get me here.  Flurries start drifting down from the sky, it's actually very peaceful and quiet.  As I hobble along barely standing, coyotes start howling in the fields all around me, like they know I'm done and they're laughing at me.  More likely they realized I'm half dead and they're waiting for me to hit the dirt.  My light jacket is soaked through with sweat from an effort in vain.  An effort I'd been training the better part of a year for, all to end up lost and ultimately defeated.  Moments before this, my heart sank as I looked at my watch and realized I didn't have time to correct my error and get back on course.  I'd been running in the mountains for over 23 hours, just to end up alone and shivering.  The only thing to do now was drag my feet back the way I came.  As I walked, I thought about everything that went wrong.  I thought about how I'd let down and disappointed my biggest critic, myself.  Half an hour of hobbling and shivering later, I'd finally be picked up.

I thought I'd take this disappointment as a lesson, that I'd use this as fuel to inspire me to train harder and bring it.  Hell, I was mad.  This was going to push me to legendary intensity in training for my next challenge.  I was going to break down the door, swing in on a chandelier and kick some ass!  August 19th, 2012 was going to be the day that changed me! It did, but it didn't inspire me. Instead, something else happened entirely.

Dec 2012
Fast forward over 3 months later.  I'm driving along in a rented truck, it's moving day to my new house.  I get an email on my phone so I check... It says I got into Western States 100!  I forgot that the lottery was today, Dec 8th.  The previous year, I was so excited I watched the live stream of the lottery all afternoon, never hearing my name called.  This time, I didn't even remember on the day.  In truth, I was so detached from running at the time that I wasn't sure if I even wanted to get in.

I took a break after Leadville, a break from the physical and mental aspects of training.  The fall races didn't seem to fit my schedule and I didn't make an effort to make them fit.  I was content taking a break from running while I focused on other things.  The thought of training my ass off again just wasn't appealing.  There was a time when I'd be through the roof at the news I'd gotten into Western States, a legendary race with the best in the world in attendance.  Instead, I just added it to a long to-do list that could wait for my attention until the new year.  You'd think I'd hit it hard and start training for the race of my life... Instead I ran a grand total of 17kms in December, up a whole 2km from my 15kms in November.  Western States is in June, plenty of time, right?

Feb 2013
Ahead another 2 months, it's now late February and I'm in pain.  I've barely run in Jan or Feb, now I decided to head out to Sulpher for some 20km loops, who cares that I've only run 20km once since Leadville last August.  The weather has been shit this winter, and I'm just not motivated.  It keeps getting warm and wet then the temperature drops and there's ice everywhere.  On this day, the trails were all ice, so I spent 20km slipping and sliding.  My inner thighs were extremely sore after a loop, but I figure it's just pain from my lack of running and it will pass so I stupidly head out to attempt a 2nd loop.  After a few kms, I change my mind and head back, now in massive pain.  I was mad.  Mad at myself for my lack of training, mad at Leadville for taking away my drive.  I was way out of shape and trying to do things as if I never stopped running.  I figured I'll just rest up and feel better soon.  Boy was I wrong.

Apr 2013
Fast forward another 2 months, it's now late April 2013, eight months after Leadville.  I'm standing in my basement, my daughter is taping all of my race bib numbers up on a wall.  She reads the name of each race as she hangs them and she asks about each one.  She gets to Leadville.  I tell her to hang the stupid thing upside down.  Then I changed my mind, I don't even want to see it, I tell her to flip it over and hang the blank side.  The memories still piss me off.  I've never worn my Leadville race shirt, it's still in the bag with the tag on.

Can you spot the Leadville bib?

As I looked at all of the race bibs and medals hanging there, at the backwards blank Leadville bib, it got me thinking.  I had blamed the Leadville effect for everything.  I felt like Leadville took away my motivation, made me out of shape causing me to get injured.  The truth is, I let my Leadville experience take away all of this, and now I was going to let Leadville take Western States away from me too.  FUCK THAT.  I'm going down swinging.  I decided to get ready for the 50k Pick Your Poison race the following week and use that as my final gauge as to whether I can still get ready for Western in time.

I took a step back for some perspective on what I was considering.  Western States was in 2 months.  I haven't run a race since Leadville.  In fact, I've only run over 20km twice since then.  Current weight was 178, up 12 pounds since getting down to 166 for Leadville last summer.  After all that, biggest concern is still my strained groin.  It will heal in another 2 months (it friggin better), but will it heal enough for some decent training?


Pick Your Poison

The weekend before PYP, I grinded out 30km at Sulpher and it was brutal.  I'd planned to do 40km but couldn't, I was in way too much pain.  So on Monday, I visited a massage therapist as I was too sore to even walk properly.  She did some extremely painful work on my adductors, lots of knots to press out.  I took her advise and stretched multiple times a day and used a heating pad multiple times a day the rest of the week.  In spite of  a horrible 30km, I was determined to run 50km at PYP to see if it got much worse.


Still snow at PYP...at least it wasn't ice

 
I ran with Chris who wanted to run slow as he had races the weekends before and after PYP, so that worked for me.  In the end, I was in almost the same pain as I was after the 30km run (even after some Advil and Tylenol).  It was a bit better, I was hoping for less pain so I'd have some closure, but this was enough for me.  Western was on.


Two Month Training Plan for a 100 Miler....huh?

It's pretty simple really.  Increase running, eat better, hit the weights, hit the stairs, stretch and heat my crotch.

Increase Running - Multi-run days, squeeze in longer lunch runs instead of usual 5kms, add night runs.  Just run more and get long weekend runs in.

Eat Better - Diet hasn't been what it should over the winter.  As mentioned, I was 178, or 12 lbs heavier than at Leadville (actually 181 after dinner one night, but we won't count that one!).  That was now 2 weeks ago, this week I'm at 174 and it will keep dropping.  Been eating better and have proper portions, not a problem.

Hit the Weights - Yup

Hit the Stairs - Started last week, now bringing the ol' 10lb weights along.  Fun stuff.

Stretch and Heat My Crotch - Healing this crap is essential to training.  Lots of stretching my adductors, Epsom salts and a heating pad.  We'll see.

So, can I get into the same shape I was in for HURT 2 years ago?..... Hell no.  I'll get as close as I can though.

Ready for HURT 2011


I'll start doing weekly updates, this is more for me to read back later when I'm reviewing what I did for training.

Up next is Sulpher Springs at the end of May (2 weeks from this post).  I was planning to run a 50 miler, but the 50 mile option sold out so I had to sign up for the 100.  No idea what distance I'll actually do, depends how my adductors respond.  Likely just 50 miles, or if I'm feeling good 100km or so.  There's a very outside chance I'll get carried away and do 100 miles, but I need to keep in mind this is a training race and I'm not ready anyway.  Western is 5 weeks after Sulpher, I'll want recovery time with some time still left to train. 

First Things First
The Leadville effect may have hindered my training, but it won't stop it.  I'll be pissed about Leadville until I go back and take care of unfinished business.  Next time, as per doctor's orders I'll have to go earlier and spend a week there pre-race acclimatizing to avoid getting fluid in my lungs and being put on oxygen again.  Chris and JD are headed back this year, good for them.

View from Hope Pass

 
I have to go back eventually.  I feel like I left a piece of myself at the top of Hope Pass, and I have to go back and get it.   Until then, a respectable finish at Western States will tide me over just fine.

Take care,

Morgan

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013 - Getting Back on the Horse

Well, I've been slacking a little.  Obviously haven't posted since the Leadville debacle back in August, but I haven't had anything to post.  I took a bit of a break, but then I got a carried away and was focused on moving (that's my excuse), plus I had no races coming up so felt no pressure to train.  This resulted in running 39k in Sept, 57k in Oct, 15k in Nov and 17k in December (that's 128km in 4 months!).   I also did next to no other exercise the whole time.  I was always planning to get started on next season, but I had no goal in mind and wasn't even sure what races I wanted to do, so I just wasn't motivated.  End result, I'm way out of shape.  Ahh, it's the holidays, no biggie.  I had planned to maintain a certain level of all around fitness, but all the fall races conflicted with my schedule so I made no effort.  Meanwhile, other runners I know are still doing 100 milers in Nov and and Jan, while here I am sitting on my ass (nutrition was out the window too).  I really needed something to get me motivated and off my ass, then along came Western States 100 at the end of June.

I'll post more about the race later, but it's a 'wish list' race and tough to get into.  Looks like myself and one other guy are the only runners to get in from Ontario (no pressure!).  The best in the world will be at this race, so I need to step it way up.  The lottery was on Dec 8th (moving day), I've been purposefully taking it easy in Dec knowing I'm going to go at it hard come Jan 1st, and oh shit that's today.

Since moving, I'm still not even sure where all of my running gear is.  I started off today with a 10k trail run in the snow, felt great to get out there.  And yes, I am sore after 1hr on the trails.  I have a lot of work to do, but I'm looking forward to doing it.  Haven't laid out a schedule yet for other training races, let me get my legs back first then I'll figure things out.

Take care,

Morgan

Monday, September 3, 2012

Leadville 100 Mile Trail Run (er.. ahh... 75 mile)

So that's what it feels like.  This was my first DNF in any race at any distance, guess I was due for one eventually.  Some factors are under our control, some aren't, this one involves a bit of both.  In a nutshell, the altitude kicked my ass.....or did it?

Off to Colorado
I flew into Denver on Thursday with Kendra, Steve and Steve's pacer Jerome.  Carlos, Chris and his wife Kim flew in earlier that day so they were already in Leadville.  We met my girlfriend Lisa in Denver (she'd flown in from Vegas), we grabbed our rental cars and headed west up into the mountains.  We stopped along the way for supplies at Walmart then dinner in a small town.  Denver is at about 5,000 feet elevation, as we got closer to Leadville you could really feel the difference.  Leadville is at 10,152 feet.  It is designated at the highest city in the US (pop. less than 3000, not exactly a city).  It has the highest airport and highest golf course in the US.  It's a beautiful old west town, most buildings are from the 1800s.

We arrived in Leadville just after 9:30pm.  Race starts in just over 30 hours, plenty of time to acclimate to the altitude, right?  As soon as we arrived, carrying the bags up the stairs at the hotel had us out of breath.  I felt some pressure in my head, other than that I felt ok so far...

We got to bed by 11pm, not bad.  Set the alarm for 8am, this would give me plenty of sleep... or so I thought.  I woke up at 1:30am with a massive headache and feeling nauseous.  I went to the bathroom and drank lots of water and took an Advil, then spent the next couple hours trying not to throw up.  Fell back to sleep at 3:30am, then woke up feeling like crap again at 6:30am.  I tossed and turned until 8am then I drank lots more water hoping to feel better.

Friday
We headed to the medical check-in first thing to get it out of the way.  I also wanted to do the weigh-in before eating a big breakfast, if you loose too much weight during the race they'll pull you out (little did I know this would really not be a problem for me, read on...).  I weighed in at 167.9lbs, great racing weight for me.

After the medical check-in, we had breakfast then it's off to the pre-race meeting at 11am.  This was in a super crowded, felt like a sauna.  I was still feeling like crap, nausea was better but headache was still there. During the meeting, they mentioned that the course was actually going to be 3 miles longer than usual.  We were actually notified of this a few days prior, but we didn't realize the dramatic impact this would have on our race.  The old route had us run along a dusty dirt road before the 50 mile turnaround, now we had a hilly trail instead.  It would be a nicer run, but take much longer.  We didn't know it yet, but this would add about an hour to our times, throwing our plans and predictions for each aid station arrival time out the window. They did adjust the cutoff times at the aid stations to allow for the extra distance, but the final cutoff was still 30 hours.

Following the meeting, we stuck around for crew/pacer information session, this was very helpful.  By the time this was done it was early afternoon.  We went for lunch, then I went back to the hotel to pack my drop bags.  They had to be dropped off between 3 and 5pm, after that you can't drop them.

Then Lisa and I went for a drive to find some of the aid stations.  Unfortunately, none of the aid stations were marked yet, so we'd follow the directions which basically point you in the right direction to get there, but without the stations being set up we didn't know where exactly they were.  It was still very helpful to find which way to go now, instead of Lisa trying to figure it out during the race.  The scenery was absolutely beautiful the whole way.

After this, we went for some pasta at Pizza Hut (the only chain restaurant in town).  All of the restaurants on the main street had waiting lists, but I remembered there was a Pizza Hut on the edge of town when we drove in, no wait there.  Fine by me, I just wanted some pasta.  We then went back to the hotel and off to bed.  Headache was still there, but it had been feeling better throughout the day.  I was very dehydrated all day, even though I made sure to drink lots.  Set the alarm for 2:15am and went off to sleep...

Race Day!
Woke up at 2am, 15 minutes before the alarm.  I was feeling fine, headache was gone!  Still pressure in my head, but no longer a painful headache.  I got up, did my usual routine of having Mr. Noodles while I sit in a hot bath soaking my legs.  Also had a coffee and banana.  Our hotel was serving breakfast at 3am, so I grabbed a muffin on the way out the door.

Lisa and I met the others outside their hotel (1 block away, then it's just 1 more block to the start).  It was cool but not bad, maybe 12 or 13 degrees.  We all headed to the start and wished each other well.  There was a buzz in the air, very exciting.  This was a much different vibe than the usual 100s, this felt like it was on a different level (it literally was I guess at 10,000 feet).  Carlos headed closer to the front while the rest of us hung back a bit.  I've heard over and over again not to go out too fast in this race, you should start much slower then you normally would.  After running it now, I'd disagree.

We're Off!... Start to May Queen (13.5 miles) - Stage 1 of 12:
4am and we're off!  802 runners, very crowded for awhile but at least we're on roads for the first bit (some asphalt, some dirt).  This leg was basically a run out of town, along some dirt roads then rolling single tack trail along the edge of Turquois Lake to May Queen.

I stayed with Chris and JD for the first hour; Carlos was way ahead, Kendra and Steve were just behind us.  I drank way to much, I had to stop for a huge piss 15 minutes in!  Then a few more not long after that.  Some races I'll go up to 5hrs before my first pit stop, this was weird.  I was going much slower than I wanted to, but I was heeding the warnings I'd heard about not going too fast at the start.  After an hour I told Chris I was going to go, I wanted to beat some people before we got to the single track where it would be hard to pass.  I passed lots of people on the remaining roads.  Once we hit the single track, it was just a long conga line.  The trails were still pretty wide, so I kept passing people trying to get further ahead before it thinned out.  Between the road and the trail, I must have passes over a hundred people, I was feeling great.  Then the trail got thinner and it was harder to pass.  I kept getting stuck behind a long line of people, I had no choice but to follow along as we couldn't pass on a lot of the thin trails.  This slowed me down quite a bit, but I still got to May Queen right about where I expected in 2h27min at 6:27am.  Feeling just dandy at this point.

May Queen to Fish Hatchery (23.5 miles) - Stage 2 of 12:
The aid station at May Queen was a zoo, way too many people at one time.  I had to wait in line to get my bottles filled.  I grabbed lots of fruit, some PBnJ and I was off.  This 10 mile leg is a long climb up dirt roads to Sugarloaf Pass at 11,000 feet, then a rapid decent down the dreaded Powerline which is dirt trails on the way down.

At the top of Sugarloaf Pass

Still feeling good, I recognized a runner I'd met at Ontario Ultra Series events, Alan from Michigan.  We ran together for awhile, but we had very different styles.  He seemed to prefer to walk more than I did on the gradual uphills, I prefer a slow jog.  I tend to pass people on the hills and they catch me on the flats, so I said good-bye figuring I'd see him again in a bit and I went on ahead.  I did indeed keep passing people all the way up, still feeling great.  Same thing on the way down Powerline, I was flying the whole way down passing people.  I got to Fish Hatchery way ahead of schedule in 2h05min at 8:33am, still feeling good.

Fish Hatchery to Half Pipe (29.1 miles) - Stage 3 of 12:
This leg sucks big time (it would suck much, much more on the return trip).  It's about 3 miles of flat asphalt road, followed by just over 2.5 miles of mostly flat dirt road.  Good for making up time, but the long straight road felt like forever with only 1 turn on the road.  One friggin turn, you think I'd remember where the one friggin turn is?  Later...

I ate some food here, again grabbing fruit when I left.  Lisa was waiting for me here so I sat in my chair for a couple minutes while I ate.  I'd been taking gels every hour, hadn't been taking salt pills as it was cool in the morning and I wasn't sweating.  I left feeling good and hit the flat roads.  Alan passed me here as expected.

Just over halfway through this leg is a crew access point called Treeline.  There's no aid station but crew is allowed to meet you here.  As I ran though it, I kept looking for Lisa (I was really getting hungry now) but didn't see her so I kept right on going.  I found out later she was waiting here but had to pee, when she returned she saw me off in the distance running away.  Too bad, I would have liked some fruit cups!  Luckily someone was handing out watermelon just after this spot, so I grabbed a bunch.

I arrived at Half Pipe in 1h33min at 10:03am, still ahead of schedule!  I was feeling great, this was going well!

Half Pipe to Twin Lakes (39.5 miles) - Stage 4 of 12:
Leaving Half Pipe is mostly uphill as we climb partway up Mt. Elbert, which is actually the highest mountain in the Rockies.  It's basically rolling trails which go more uphill.  After about 7.5 miles, there's an aid station on Mt. Elbert with liquid only.  I sat in a chair here for a minute while I had a drink before heading off to Twin Lakes.

This stretch was my favourite part of the course.  The next 3 miles are downhill with great views of Twin Lakes and you can see across the lakes to the mountains there and Hope Pass.  Some of the downhills were very steep, as much as I was enjoying this I couldn't help think of what it will feel like to climb back up all this later, after going over Hope Pass twice.  Yikes.  Got to Twin Lakes in 2h13min at 12:16pm, basically on schedule.  I was getting tired now, but feeling ok.

Twin Lakes to Hopeless (44.5 miles) - Stage 5 of 12:
This next few miles coming up would by my downfall.  Up until this point I'd been feeling great.  I'd been eating ok, maybe I could have eaten a little more but I was at least eating.  I didn't realize it, but I hadn't been taking my salt pills though.  It was cool in the morning but the temps were in the mid 20s now so I was sweating plenty.  Lisa was waiting for me here, I sat down to eat and change my shoes.  There was a river crossing coming up, so I changed into my older trail shoes so that I could put my newer dry shoes back on when I arrive back here in the evening after a 2nd river crossing.  I still hadn't seen any of the others.  I knew Carlos was ahead, the others were behind me but not too far so maybe somebody would catch up soon.

This leg is simple but brutal.  The first mile or so is flat across fields, then you cross an icy cold river before another field then climbing 2,600 feet over the next 3.5 miles to Hopeless aid station.  Right after that, you climb another 800 feet to the top of Hope Pass, but that's on the next leg.

As I headed across the fields, I was starting to feel tired but I was still ok.  I'd run over 40 miles now at an altitude over 10,000 feet and done most of it ahead of schedule.  I guess the altitude wasn't such a big deal after all! Wishful thinking...

Crossing the Arkansas River before the climb up Hope
After the river, there's a flat field then I started climbing.  I overheard a woman behind me who'd obviously done this before, so asked her if she had any advise for the climb.  She said just pick a slow steady pace and keep going, don't speed up or slow down, just keep the same pace.  Was this good advise?  I don't know but I tried it anyway.  I pulled away from her and kept right on passing people.  There were some steep rocky climbs here, but I was feeling ok so kept pushing on passing people over and over.  This was going well so far.
Hello Anton's Belly!
The person picked to win the race was one Anton Krupika.  He's won it twice before and was planning to do the same this year.  He's easy to spot, super thin with a huge beard and hair, never wears a shirt.  I figured he'd be heading back sometime while I'm heading up Hope Pass.  At one point, I was right behind another runner on some thin rocky single track.  As we were stepping up some rocks, I was right on his ass about to pass him when he suddenly jumped to the right.  As I glanced up I just saw a flash of a shirtless guy slamming on the brakes and sliding right into me; I ducked down and my head went right into his belly!  It was Anton in first place flying down Hope Pass.  I moved to side and apologized then I yelled 'RUNNER!' to the people behind me.  Then I yelled at the morons in front of me who didn't yell 'runner'.  Wtf?  Maybe because he was the first runner to pass in the other direction, nobody was ready yet but come on, really?  Common sense and common courtesy.  At least I got to meet Anton, or his belly anyway.  He tired near the end and finished 4th place, hopefully not due to my head in his stomach!

Actually, maybe Anton's belly was my turning point, because right after that the whole thing went to shit.  About halfway up the climb, I started to get lightheaded and really tired.  So far I hadn't stopped once the whole way up (following nameless lady's advise), but finally about 2/3rds the way up I had to sit down and rest my legs.  I ate a fruit cup, had a drink then kept going, only sitting for about a minute.  I was having problems keeping my balance and moving very slowly.  It was at this point I noticed my belly was actually sagging over my belt.  You'd think this would be alarming, but I was a bit out of it and just figured it was kind of weird but whatever.  I was more concerned with staying upright.  All of the people I'd passed and left behind earlier were now passing me, including my nameless advisor.

At one point a woman passed me and said 'Come on, jump in behind me and keep moving'.  I stepping in behind her and there were about 10 people in line behind me following her.  At first she was very encouraging and kept telling people to keep moving, she would welcome anyone we passed on the side of the trail to come with us and we'll get this done.  This was nice at first, but after a few minutes I just wanted her to shut the hell up.  Once she started babbling about how soldiers used to climb this in the civil war during the winter snow, I'd had enough.  I stepped off to the side, let the line pass and I jumped in at the back.  I told the guy in front of me I couldn't take anymore of this woman, then he told me she's finished this race 10 times and I should probably listen to her.  Oops.  Then some of the race leaders zoomed by going the other direction, one of them yelled out 'Liz Bauer, you're the most badass runner out here!'.  Then other race leaders would say hi to her as they passed.  Apparently everyone knew who she was except me.  Guess I picked the wrong advisor...

I couldn't keep up with the line and had to let them go.  I never stopped again on the way up, but I think snails and turtles were passing me.  By now we were above the treeline and it was just a big slope with rocks.  I could see the aid station way up there, so I just kept plodding along until I got there.  Once I arrived, I saw an empty chair and sat my ass down,  I was completely drained.  This 5 mile leg took me 3h13min, arriving just before 3:30pm.  Climbing this thing was hard as hell, but the way back would be much, much harder.  I was now way off pace.

Hopeless to Winfield (50 miles) - Stage 6 of 12:
Hopeless aid station is so far up the mountain, they use llamas to haul the supplies up here.  The aid station volunteers were great, it's a big party for them up here every year.  It looked like a party too, with me sitting in a chair barely conscious and they guys beside me throwing up.

This leg starts with switchbacks climbing up another 800 feet to the top of Hope Pass, then you descend down the steep backside to the bottom.  Here is where they screwed us, I mean switched the course.  In the past, you'd run along a rolling dirt road to Winfield, a small old ghost town which is the 50 mile turnaround.  The road is crowded with cars and very dusty, so they got permission to use a trail instead, but this added 1.5 miles each way.  This 1.5 miles is NOT flat, but very hilly.  They just announced this 1 week prior, so nobody knew what we were in for.

I found out later that once you get up to Hope Pass, you should quickly head back down to lower altitude. I didn't know this so I sat there trying to eat for 15 minutes.  I had some noodles, but they weren't going down.  I tried some fruit, but I just didn't feel hungry and nothing tasted good.  I dragged myself up from the chair and looked up.  Still 800 feet to climb to the top of the pass.  I headed up the switchbacks and kept moving until I got to the top.  Words can't express the awesome views from up here.  Now at 12,600 feet you can see all the way down and mountain peaks in every direction.  Then I got back to reality and started heading down the backside.  This was much steeper and rockier than the climb up, but the worst part was I'd have to climb back up this in a few hours.  I tried not to think about it and kept heading down.  I was ok on the downhills, I'd take big strides and let gravity do the work.

When I got to the bottom, they had a volunteer standing there directing people toward the trail "just a short ways along this rolling trail".  Fuck you buddy.  Thanks for volunteering though.  After a few minutes, I thought I'll just run along here for a bit and I'll be there.  Then I met Carlos heading in the other direction.  He looked tired but he was moving along.  He said to get moving, it's still an hour to Winfield.  What?  An hour?  I couldn't believe it.  The next few people I passed going the other direction I would ask what time they left Winfield.... yup, an hour.  I was already behind schedule, but this was adding much more time than expected.

Thanks Dude!
Turns out the trail to Winfield is rolling, but it's uphill!  I was really down in the dumps here, I was really tired and had stopped keeping track of gels and electrolyte pills a long time ago.  I kept trying to run as much as I could, but the uphills we killing me.  I was still managing to pass some people, but I felt like shit.  Some guy ran behind me for a bit, I asked if he wanted to pass but he said no.  When I got tired, he encouraged me to keep going, I ran slowly and said "This is all I can do".  He said "Come on, let's go!".

Somehow having this stranger behind me pushing me along lit a fire under my ass, I picked up the pace and we started passing people.  After mostly uphill for 45min, some guy said "it's downhill after the next climb".  Thank God.  I got to the next crest and we started flying downhill.  I wanted to make up for lost time and I took full advantage of the downhill, knowing there was an aid station at the end. Whenever we'd pass someone I'd yell "On your left, there's 2 of us!" and we'd shoot past.  After 10 minutes or so I was still yelling this, but I looked back for the first time in awhile and my anonymous motivator was gone!  I'd been yelling there's 2 of us but I have no idea where I left him in my dust.  Oh well, thanks dude!

Stumbling into Winfield at 50 miles

I was out of breath and exhausted when I got to Winfield, I didn't break my pace the whole way downhill. So, I'm half done this thing now? Ugh. This leg took me 1h49min. My prediction chart had me arriving here at best case 3pm, worst case 4:45pm. It was now 5:25pm.


Winfield to Hopeless (55.5 miles) - Stage 7 of 12:
I arrived at Winfield in the worst condition I'd ever run in.  Mentally I was frustrated that it took me so long to get here.  Physically, I was fucked.  First thing you do is get weighed in to make sure you haven't lost too much weight.  I started at 167.9.  I stepped on the scale thinking "please don't be too low, pleeeease don't be to low", then the scale showed 175!  Oh shit.  I was retaining WAY too much water, but how?  The medical staff asked me if I'd been peeing, I lied and said yes.  Truth is, I couldn't remember the last time is peed.  I recall earlier in the day I felt like I had to go, but when I tried barely any came out, I never thought about it (I had a few other things on my mind).  I looked at my hands and realized they were getting big.  Not good.

Lisa wasn't supposed to meet me at Winfield, I told her to skip it and just meet me at Twin Lakes on the way back, but she came anyway and I was so glad to see her.... and my chair! She was there with Kim and Jerome; Jerome was waiting for Steve so he could pace him back over the mountain.  I sat down in my chair to rest, told them I'd gained 7 lbs.  I felt nauseous.  Lisa tried to feed me various foods but I couldn't eat.  I got a bit of watermelon down but that's it.  I had to sit for a bit, I couldn't go on right now.

Just after me, Chris came in.  He was bitching (rightfully so) about the extra distance and trying to figure out if we had time to make it back before the next cutoff.  Then JD came in, he was pissed to.  He did the math and figured there wasn't time to make it back to Twin Lakes.  I just sat there with my head hanging down listening.  It took me 5 hrs to get from Twin Lakes over Hope Pass to here, we had just over 4 hrs to make it back.  I attempted to get up and go, but still felt nauseous so I waited a bit more.  Chris had left now, he was going to go for it.  Finally at 5:45pm, I made myself get up and I slowly made my way out of the aid station.  Steve was coming in as I was leaving, he asked if I wanted his pacer but I declined.  He was just arriving at almost 5:50pm, so he knew he didn't have time to check-in, refuel and turn around in time head back.

Toughest.....Stage.....Ever.....
As I left Winfield, I knew they were extending the cutoff 15 minutes due to the course change, but I thought the extension was to 9:45pm, giving me 4hrs to get back over the mountain to Twin Lakes.  Along the way I learned that the old cutoff was 9:45pm, the extension was until 10pm, giving me 4h 15min.  I'm glad I didn't know this because the 4hr cutoff is what made me move.

I powerhiked uphill out of Winfield, not sure if I was feeling better or if I just put it out of my mind, but I was focused on making the cutoff.  The first 20min or so is uphill.  I was passing many runners heading in the other direction into Winfield, I felt bad for them as none of them would have time to make it, they were all done (the cutoff at Winfield was 6:15pm).  Once I got to the top of the last uphill, I knew it was now mostly downhill to the base of Hope Pass.  I knew I had to either go hard now or it was over.

I took off running and never stopped until I reached the base, about 40 min or so.  I was flying along passing everyone, I was actually confused as to why others weren't moving with more urgency.  I passed Chris early on and told him we have to run this whole section if we want to make it.  Just after that I passed Kendra, I don't even recall seeing her at Winfield.  By the time I reached the base I was spent.  I used too much energy running hard to get here, now I had to climb the steeper side of Hope Pass.

My quads were done, it was a very slow climb.  I had to stop and sit every few minutes to get strength back in my legs just to continue.  This was extremely frustrating as I just wanted to go but couldn't.  As I climbed higher I was light headed and couldn't balance.  By halfway up, this was the most exhausted I'd ever been.  When other runners passed me as I sat there, some would give me a double take.  Wtf are they looking at?  Then someone stopped to ask me if I was ok, I said I was just tired, why?  They told me I was very pale.  Great, add it to the fucking list.

What a huge sense of relief when I finally reached the top. Climbing that shit in the condition I was in was the hardest thing I've ever done.  I looked back down and could see Kendra not far behind now, but no sign of Chris.  The temperature had now dropped quite a bit and it was getting dark.  I had a windbreaker in my pack so I finally put it on, then started running down the north side toward Hopeless aid station.  I made here in 2h50min.  I didn't really have time to stop here but I had to sit for a few minutes.

Hopeless to Twin Lakes (60.5 miles) - Stage 8 of 12:
As tough as the climb was, I now had to descend 2,600 feet as quickly as possible in order to make the cutoff.  By now I knew the cutoff was 10pm, but it was going to be very close if I even made it.  I sat down if front of a warm fire and was able to get some noodles down, total stop was 7 minutes.

My main headlamp and flashlight were waiting for me at Twin Lakes, I thought I'd be there before dark.  Thank goodness I kept a light attached to my belt, I removed it and carried it in my hand for light.  This was way less light than I'd like to have sprinting down rocky trails, but at least I had that.  I ran down the entire mountain as fast as I possibly could.  I was tripping and stumbling the whole way, but managed to stay upright.  I kept my single light shining a ways in front of me, trying to spot the obstacles ahead of time.

I passed a few people on the way down, including 2 goofs who offered me $100 for my light, they didn't have one!  I assume it was at Twin Lakes with my other lights.  When I reached the bottom, my quads were fried.  I now had to run 1.5 miles across fields and the river.  Trying to keep running across the flat fields was excruciating, my legs were done and I was almost out of time.  I came into Twin Lakes at 9:55pm, 5 minutes ahead of the cutoff!  Winfield over the mountain to Twin Lakes took me 4h 10min, the toughest 4h 10min I've ever had.

Twin Lakes to Half Pipe (70.9 miles) - Stage 9 of 12:
Lisa managed to find me in the dark, I checked in and she directed me to my chair.  As I sat there, I could see the last few runners pass by before 10pm.  I was hoping to see Chris and Kendra come in, but unfortunately not.  Then we could see they were still letting runners check in.  Due to the extra distance debacle they decided on the spot to add another 15 minutes to the cutoff at this station only, so runners now had until 10:15pm. Who the fuck is running this thing?  If runners knew ahead of time that they had until 10:15pm, that would have effected their mindset and whether or not to go for it while they're killing themselves on the mountain (Chris included, had he known of the extension I'm sure he would have made a push for it).

Kim gave me some noodles she had brought for Chris, these hit the spot.  I still couldn't handle much food here.  I should have had some coffee now but the thought turned my stomach.  I rested for about 20min here, I had to.  Before leaving, I put on my warm hat, gloves and dry shirt under my windbreaker.  I knew I had some big climbing ahead of me up to Mt. Elbert aid station, but my quads really didn't want to go.  I verified the next cutoff time at Half Pipe, it was in 3hrs 15min at 1:30am.  Okee fine.

This stage absolutely sucked.  It took forever to climb up with my dead legs.  I now had to stop and sit on any uphill, just to get strength keep moving up.  Downhills were fine, uphills brought me to a stop.  On one of the downhills, I passed by a couple of runners and one of them said "Morgan?".  I turned around, it was Kendra!  I couldn't believe it, she was still in it!  I assumed she didn't make the last cutoff as I never saw her run by, turns out she thought she was done but squeaked in with the extended cutoff.  This was great, I ran with her and her companion for a bit.  The excitement of a familiar face was short lived, I couldn't keep up on the uphills!  I'd run ahead on the few downhills, but we were still heading mostly uphill so I had to let them go ahead as I kept stopping to sit at each uphill.  Very frustrating, but there's nothing I could do.

It was now that I realized I should have had some coffee earlier, I was so exhausted and sleepy.  I started nodding off and stepping off the trail while running.  When I sat down on each uphill, my head would drop and I'd nod off for a few seconds.  I've been sleepy at night during races before, but never this tired.  My fingers were getting numb now, I wasn't sure if it was from the bloating (hands kept getting bigger) or if it was from the cold.  My watch was now tight on my wrist, it's usually hanging a bit loose but my wrists were big too.

I was in a haze and had absolutely no idea how long it was until the next aid station, I assumed with my sleepy plodding and sit downs that I wouldn't make the next cutoff.  I was so tired, I didn't even know if I cared at this point.  Then I saw a light approaching, it was an ATV.  The guy stopped to ask me if I'd seen a runner he was looking for, I said no, then asked him how far to the next aid station.  He said it's less than a mile.  I looked at my watch, it was 1:18am, I had 12 minutes.  Crap, guess I better do this... I picked up the pace and arrived at 1:27am, 3 minutes ahead of the cutoff!  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry...

Half Pipe to Some Fucking Freezing Cold Barren Country Road (75 miles) - Stage 10 of 12:
I had a cup of coffee here and a bit of noodles.  There were a bunch of other runners here who were dropping, along with some runners right behind me who didn't make the cutoff.  I sat here for just over 10 minutes before I could drag my butt out of here.  Next cutoff was at 3:15am, I had just over 90 minutes to run 6.5 miles, plus it was flat dirt road (slight uphill), then 5km of flat roads.  No problem.

About 2 miles in, after the uphill dirt road, there's a spot where crew can meet you called Treeline.  Lisa was waiting there for me, the only car left.  I sat down briefly and had a bit of soup.  We talked about the cutoff times and realized I had time to make the next cutoff, so I quickly got up to go.  The next cutoff was do-able, then the stage after that is 10 miles but gives you 3.5 hrs to do it.  If I could get myself up the dreaded Powerline climb, I'm sure I can fly on the downhill to May Queen.  Once there, you have 3h15min of flat and rolling 13.5 miles to the finish.  So as long as I could get up Powerline in a half decent time (wishful thinking maybe), I was actually going to finish this!

The temperature had dropped to freezing now, so she gave me a thicker shirt but I didn't want to bother taking off my pack and jacket, I told her it's only a few miles to the next aid station so I'll put it on then.  I got up and started running toward the trail to the road.  There was nobody coming behind me, there was a reason Lisa was the only car waiting, I was now in last place out of all the runners still in it.

I headed along the trail across a field to the road.  I wasn't moving very fast here but I was doing ok for time so just kept moving as best I could.  I was beyond exhausted and just kept moving to get to the road.  As much as I prefer the trails, I'd make up good time on the flat road.

Road to Nowhere
I got to the road at exactly 2:37am, leaving me 38 minutes to run a flat, paved 3.5 mile (5.7km) to the next aid station before the cutoff.  I actually thought is was more like 7km, (I looked at a map later and realized it`s 5.7km) so I summoned all the energy I could and picked up the pace, I was running fast down the road thinking it would be a close call.  I knew I was supposed to turn left, so when I got to the first road and I saw the small purple flags that lined the course positioned in a curving pattern to the left (which traditionally signifies a turn), I of course turned left and kept motoring along.  I didn't see any more flags but I just figured it's a straight road, they're not going to bother with more flags until they're needed again. 

I started to wonder what was going on, a few times I stopped and turned around wondering if I went the wrong way, but how?  I hadn`t seen ANY flags.  After 15 minutes or so, I realized I was definitely not on course..... and I was done.  I'd gone over a mile in the wrong direction and didn't have time to get back on course and make the cutoff.  I couldn't believe all my training, expenses and sacrifice to gear my year around this race had come to and end with a wrong turn.   I never should have been in such a time crunch anyway, that`s my own fault.  It`s also my fault for not knowing the course, but who the hell puts the flags rounding the corner when it`s a straight run past the intersection?  Doesn`t matter, I was done.  Part of me felt a huge burden lifted, but mostly I was just disappointed.  So after 23 hours and 75 miles (actually a little more with the course change), I was done and had my first DNF.

I walked the whole way back to the correct road very slowly.  I didn`t have the energy to run back, I was only running up until now out of urgency to stay in the race.  Temperature was zero, there were even a few flurries and I was freezing.  I was just wearing my windbreaker and my shirts under it were soaked.  As I slowly walked along, there was nobody around.  802 runners and I`m completely alone at 3:15am on a country road.  I switched my headlamp to strobe, it does an SOS flash so I hoped someone would see it and pick me up.  I could hear coyotes howling in the fields around me, but I still couldn`t run.  I walked back to the turn I screwed up and looked at the flags. It was clearly marked like a turn, but I should`ve remembered from running by here earlier.  There were Leadville signs just down the road from where I turned, but they`re all facing the other direction so we`d see them on the way out, not the way back.

After wandering alone for over half an hour, I finally saw some headlights approaching in the distance.  The car slowed down and stopped, thank goodness it was Lisa.  She went to look for me when I didn`t show up.  I was so happy to get in the warm car.  She drove me to the next aid station so I could hand in my timing chip, then we headed back to the hotel.

Post Race Fun
When we got back to the hotel, I got in a hot bath to warm up.  My chest was a bit sore and my breaths were wheezing a bit when I exhaled, but I though it was nothing.  My hands were huge now, along with every other part of my body.  Lisa wanted me to head to the medical tent, but I was way too tired to get dressed and walk a few more blocks.  After warming up in the tub for a little while, my breathing was becoming  more labored and I was wheezing while inhaling now.  Ok, I give... off to the see the medics.

They tried to weigh me but the scales weren`t working properly.  I was clearly bigger than at Winfield, I`d guess 10 lbs heavier compared to 7 lbs at Winfield.  This was due to hyponatremia, which is when the body retains too much water and doesn`t excrete it. They checked my oxygen levels and said they were very low, so they put me on oxygen for 30 min. until my levels came back up.


What Altitude?
They kept listening to my lungs and told me I had Pulmonary Edema, aka fluid in my lungs.  They asked me how soon I was leaving Leadville, we told them we were driving to Denver that night (it`s only about 5am now).  They said no, you need to go now before it gets worse.  Denver is at 5,000 feet compared to Leadville at 10,000 feet so I`d feel better there.
We headed back to the hotel and I napped while Lisa packed.  Then we went to say goodbye to the others (Carlos was still out there), we grabbed some breakfast to go and hit the road, leaving Leadville in the rear view mirror...... for now!
At Home
After a few days, my chest was still sore so I went to see my doctor.  They put me through a bunch of tests and xrays, trying to make sure it was an isolated incident.  My chest felt better and breathing got easier every day I was home.  They had me come back a few days later for another blood test, then a week later I had to go back for a cardiac stress test.  This involved me running on a treadmill uphill while they monitored me.  I`ll find out how everything went next week, but I`m sure it`s fine.  One more follow up blood test next week and hopefully that`s it!  Been 2 weeks now and I haven`t run yet, but I did play soccer last week and felt fine.
So What Went Wrong?
Everyone had their own reasons for what went wrong, mostly the unexpected course extension and the altitude slowing things down.  In the end, Carlos was the only one of the 6 of us to finish, he had issues but toughed it out to get there, awesome job.  Kendra missed the same 3:15am cutoff I did, I didn't know it but she was just ahead of me on the road.  Had I not made a wrong turn I would've caught up to her and maybe we could have pushed each other along to the cutoff, who knows.
So what the hell went so wrong for me?  Maybe nothing.  Maybe I was meant to take a wrong turn and stop.  The next stage had a massive climb up Powerline.  ÃŒ may have actually done some real damage had I gone on.  Ahh, nevermind, I fucked it up.  There are the contributing factors:
 Hyponatremia: I need to look into why this happened to me.  Why the hell was everyone else losing weight (Carlos dropped 10 lbs in the first 50 miles) while I was gaining weight?  I think this started an avalanche of problems.  I had to run up and down fucking mountains 7 lbs heavier instead of 5 or 7lbs lighter?  That's an extra 12 to 14 lbs I carried and I don't even know why.  Symptoms include nausea, headache, confusion, lethargy, fatigue, appetite loss, muscle weakness, spasms, muscle cramps and decreased consciousness.  A few of those ring a bell!  This would explain my loss of appetite, which I've never had at a race before.  So little food means no fuel for my muscles, which contributed to my quads being so tired (plus running down mountains I suppose!).

Pulmonary Edema: This would have limited the amount of oxygen I could intake, but I really didn't feel the effects until after I'd stopped at 5am or so Sunday morning.  Had I made the next cutoff, this would have hit me while still running and would have been a mess.

Altered Course:  The extra distance cost me about an hour.  This would have been valuable time, but I can't use this as an excuse as others still finished the race.  It sure as hell didn't help though.

Altitude: Truthfully, I'm still not sure how the altitude affected things for sure.  It slowed the overall pace as doing things over 10,000 feet if definitely more tiring than at sea level!  I'm really not sure which of the negative effects I experienced were more from altitude or from hyponatrenia.  Maybe both.

What Now?
Don't really know.  The others are already talking about going back next year.  My instinct is to do just that, hell I'd like to go back next week, I'm pissed.  I can't accept that I didn't finish this race while so many others did.  First I need to figure out what went wrong for sure.  My original plan for next year was to see how Leadville went then put my name in the lottery for Hardrock 100 (basically the toughest 100 mile race in the world, still in Colorado but more than double the hills and higher elevations).  After this shitshow, no way.  I was well trained for the hills, but I need to find out if I'm even capable of running at altitude.  I'll put my name in the Western States 100 lottery again, if I get in I promise not to fuck that one up.

For the immediate future, there are two 50 milers in Sept (Haliburton and Virgil Crest) but I've got kids both of those weekends so they're off the table, which is fine by me.  Right now, not even sure when next race is (which is weird for me, there's always one on the horizon).  Soccer finished last week also, so I'll just take a mental break from everything, including any hard training for now.  So far, I'm enjoying the break!  Won't last long though, I'm too mad right now...

Take care,

Morgan





Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I'm All Outta Bubble Gum...

The title is better explained by Rowdy Roddy Piper:




Time to kick some ass!  Training is DONE (or lack of training some would point out).  I'm off to Leadville, Colorado to see how the altitude hits me.  Then, I'll see how the altitude hits me while running 100 miles.  I'm actually not worried about it (should I be?).  There's nothing more I can do, so no sense driving myself bonkers wondering if I'll feel great heading over a mountain at almost 13,000 feet, or if I'll want to curl up and roll back down...

Last week a bunch of us met up for dinner and drinks to go over some race details.  We had planned to do this a long time ago, finally got everyone (most of us) together 1 week before the race.  JD couldn't make it, he's busy cheating (by cheating I mean spending a few months in Arizona running at altitude).  Kendra was busy lifting heavy objects at Crossfit somewhere (I'm going to see if she'll carry my luggage as her final training).  It was great sharing info and plans.  Carlos and Chris have been reading lots, but I don't think Steve even knows what state the race is located in.

Tidbits

Hamstring - I pulled it playing soccer 3 weeks ago now, still sore.  I'm skipping soccer this week to avoid hurting it more or causing any other injuries.  I'm using a hand roller on it every night to massage it and stretching it plenty, but I do expect it to be a little sore for the race.  If it's anything like it was at Mohican 100, it will hurt for awhile but then everything else will hurt so bad that I won't notice it anymore.

Altitude - No way to know until I get there.  Been taking vitamins daily for almost a month (B12, B6, vitamin C, folic acid, multi-vitamin) so hopefully I've built up enough red blood cells to keep me from feeling exhausted getting out of a car.

Hope Pass - Climbing up and over Hope Pass (twice) can make or break this thing.  Ascending 3000 feet over about 3 miles each time won't be fun, but I've done my share of stair climbs and hills with weights to get ready.  Plus I'm down to 166 lbs (one poop away from 165 goal).  I'm down 12 pounds since January's 178 (when I signed up); and even 9 pounds since Bear Mountain 50 Mile in May 3 months ago.  Fuck you hill.

Headlamp - Don't ask.  Still haven't found the stupid thing since I took it with me camping last month.  Looks like I'll have to purchase a new one.  I'm sure right after I've used the new one and scratched it, the old one will fall and hit me in the head when I open a closet or something.

This Week

On Sunday, I ran with my 10yr old son for his first race, had a great time!  Erica's Wish, a race in Erindale Park in Mississauga for kids with cancer.  He did great, finished in 28min 45sec!  60th place out of 250.  Other than a sip of Gatorade at each of the 2 aid stations, he never stopped.  Just as impressive was my 8yr old daughter, she did the 1km kids fun run.  She finished in 6th place out of about 50 kids, including boys and older kids, about 4min 30 seconds!  Awesome, so proud of them both.  Not bad for their first race!



After the 5k race, I headed out for a slow and easy 12km.  Next I'll do a little running this week (very little) and that's it.  I'll try to get a decent amount of sleep this week, but it never happens.  I arrive Thursday evening, won't get to Leadville hotel until after 9pm (11pm EST), so I'll try to get some sleep that night.  Friday night is a write off, race starts at 4am so I'll be up by 2am or so.  I'm already looking forward to a nap on Sunday!

So, let's go get this thing done, 'cause I'm all outta bubble gum!

Morgan











  

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Less Than 3 Weeks Until Pain!!

Where has the time gone?  Leadville is 2.5 weeks away, yikes.  Training has been going well.  As always, wish I could do more but there's not much time left to worry about that now.  Got a few longer runs in recently, felling good.  I recovered much better than expected after Mohican 100, so I was able to get back to training with out much time off.  I had planned to blog a week by week update, but this will have to do:

6 weeks to go (July 2nd week):
A few weeks after Mohican, feeling good.  Took 1 week off, then a light week, then back at it this week.  Saturday I ran Creemore Verticle Challenge 50km.  Here's a quick summary:

Creemore Verticle Challange 50km:
It poured rain at the start, delayed about 20min due to lightning.  I started at a moderate pace, not sure if I'd just run this light and slow or not.  I was feeling good so I picked up the pace after a while.  Lots of rain, but this was refreshing as this race is usually scorching hot, so I was enjoying this.  I almost wore road shoes due to the long dirt roads, but good thing I didn't!  I ran for awhile with Paul C., he was in road shoes and he had a horrible time trying to climb the muddy hills when we were on trails.  Did the first loop in 2h 29min.

Second loop started off very messy.  The rain had let up, but by now the trails were a mess.  On the first loop there were maybe 15 people trampling the mud in front of me, now there were all those people but also the people from the 25km race which started an hour later, so the trails were a mess.  The air started to get thick as it warmed up, but we got the occasional light shower to cool things off again.  Actually very ideal running conditions.

I ran most of the 2nd loop with Paul C and Lisa V, chatting made the time go by.  I would pull ahead on the trails as Paul would slip and slide, then he'd catch up to me on the flats.  Paul has run blistering times on this course before, WAY faster than I ever will.  Near the end, Lisa dropped back a bit, then when we got to the trail near the end Paul told me to just go ahead, he knew he'd be slipping everywhere.

Running Challenged
 Relaxing at the finish...



Finished in 5h 18min, 12th place out of about 75 starters.  Better than last year's out-of-shape performance, but I did run it a little faster 2 yrs ago.  Post race, jumped in the river with beer.  Overall, felt good, no calf cramps, decent time, I was happy.  Hung out with Chris and Steve post race.  Carlos ran the 25k (he'd be off to Leadville next weekend for a 50 mile), so he was gone by the time we finished. 

5 Weeks to go (July 9th week):
This was my vacation week off with the kids.  Played Soccer on Wed, ran 10k on Sunday.  Planned to recover from Creemore for a few days, guess I got carried away. Oops.

Started vitamins this week to get ready for Leadville, I'll detail below.  Also got a hand roller to assist with recovery.

4 Weeks to go (July 16th week):
Lots of running during the week, then got some good runs in on the weekend.

Saturday, I met Steve at Sulpher at 9am, he'd already done a 20km loop at 6am!  Just after we started, we ran into Elise M, so she joined us for the next 6 hrs.  I knew this would be a slow day, so I brought 4lb dumbells along.  Did 2.5 loops for 47km, lots of time on my feet at 6h 21min. Very hot in the afternoon!  My heels we very sore, I'm still rotating between 2 old pairs of Montrail Mountain Masochists, but cushioning is shot in both.  Right after the run I headed to MEC and grabbed a new pair.

Sunday, headed out to Seaton with Steve, Adi and Steve M.  I knew this would be slow again, so brought the weights again (shoulders aching from yesterday).  Did 1 out and back for 27km, 3h 47min.  Should be 26km, at one point I ran ahead to pick up the pace, then ran back to them which added a km.  Great trails, I'd never been to Seaton before.  There's a shack at the end that sells fries and ice cream, mmmmmm.  Very hot again.

So weekly total was 97km, almost 80km of those carrying 2 x 4lb dumbells.  Makes up for last week's 10km total, but couldn't lift my arms very well by Monday!

3 Weeks to go (July 23nd week):
Week started of ok, but at soccer on Wed I arrived late, then ran on the field without warming up or stretching.  Hamstrings were tight and a little sore, then early in the 2nd half I started to get a bad pain in my left hammie and pulled it.  I went right off and applied ice immediately.  A soccer injury at this point would be stupid.  I used the hand roller when I got home, this was ok on the hammie but my right calf was way too sore to touch.  Brilliant.

On Thurs I did some walking, Fri and Sat I just rested to let my hammie and calf heal.  Still couldn't touch my calf on Thurs without horrible pain.  I was camping this weekend so got some biking and swimming in, some low impact exercise should do me some good.

On Sunday night, I met Carlos for a night run.  I was exhausted after spending the morning packing up the campsite with 2 tents, then swimming, driving 4hrs home and unpacking.  I just wanted to sleep. By 845pm he hadn't called to cancel (part of me was hoping he would, I was friggin tired), so I took a 5 Hour Energy just before he picked me up at 9pm.  Let's see, it's 9pm, add 5 hrs and....ooops.

We headed out to the Bruce Trail in Burlington.  Great technical trails, good hills, I really liked it.  Carlos is faster than me, so I left the weights at home knowing we'd have a good pace.  He didn't disappoint, we did 23km in about 2h 20min, which is great for a technical trail in the dark.  Much faster on the way back, more downhills.  Hammie was getting sore running the fast downhills.  We both stopped our watches and forgot to start them after a pee break on the way back, so we had to guess the total time.  Great run.  Got home about 12:45am.  The 5Hr Energy at 9pm was a bad idea, I'd lie awake until 3am...

I couldn't find my Petzl Myo headlamp after bringing it camping a few weeks ago.  I used my Tikka 2, it was fine for this run but I'm going to tear apart my house soon looking for the Myo, otherwise I'll have to get another before Leadville.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
So, we now have 2.5 weeks to go.  Here's the good, the bad and the ugly of where I'm at now:

The Good:
Feeling great, runs going well.
Recovered way better post Mohican 100 than expected.
Nutrition on track, I'm down 8 pounds since Bear Mountain in May, ran that at 175, currently at 167.
Hills and stairs keep getting easier.
Started vitamins a few weeks ago to prepare for running at altitude.  Taking daily B12, B6, vitamin C, folic acid and multivitamin.

The Bad:
Where's my fucking headlamp?
Not enough upper body and core work, had planned to do more but I need 26hrs in a day.
My mileage is just stupid and erratic.  Here's the last 10 weeks totals (not including soccer and stair climbs):
15 km
48 km
15 km
170 km (Mohican)
0 km (recovery week)
31 km
60 km (Creemore)
10 km
97 km (long runs with Steve)
31 km
....not exactly consistent.

The Ugly:
Left hamstring.  I'll likely take soccer off this week, do lots of stretching, should do the trick.

So......
Actually, overall that's not a bad list at all!  Truthfully, I'm really looking forward to this race.  I don't know how my body will respond to the altitude, so I'm not going to worry about it.  The only scary part of this course is climbing up and over Hope Pass (twice), but I'll just take it slow and enjoy the view!  Carlos climbed it last weekend the day before his 50 mile race in Leadville.  He's still alive, so I'm sure we'll be fine.

2.5 weeks!...........

Morgan