So today, I ran. How far did I run? I don't know exactly. What pace did I run? I don't know that either. Why is this blog worthy? Because I think every runner can relate. Let me explain.
In July I ran a training run in Uwharrie and it sucked. It sucked bad. Maybe my worst day running ever. I got in my own head so bad that I was trying to convince myself that running the Uwharrie 100 was not possible. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't strong enough. I could never do that. I might as well work an aid station and help those who are actually capable of completing the race.
I called Sarah when I got back to the car and told her how bad it was and that I had some soul searching to do. On the way home it hit me. That is NOT who I am. And that is NOT who's I am. God does not make junk. And I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. -Phil 4:13
I was refocused. In 2015 I only ran 3 races because about every other Saturday was spent running Uwharrie. It was my only running goal for 2015. If you have not read my race report, the race took all I had to finish. I left everything on that mountain. It left me physically and emotionally drained, but I finished the race set before me.
I circle back to that race because every since then my running as been sporadic. I have done some work with a personal trainer to improve my core muscles. But I have not run with a plan, a goal, or a GPS watch since then.
it has been totally free. No plan to run a set number of miles on any day. Some mornings I woke up and went back to sleep. Some mornings I just ran. Saturday mornings like this one, I woke up without an alarm clock, waited for daylight, and then ran. No headlamp. No, "I have to run 20 ( or 30) today."
April 2nd I am running Blind Pig 100, so training will ramp back up and miles will be required. But not today.
I ran today. I ran because I love to run. And it was awesome.
Friday, October 30, 2015
As my blog has some huge gaps in time, I need to start this race report with a little background on how I got to the Uwharrie 100. The start of this race is 45 minutes from my house. When the inaugural race was announced for 2014, I jumped on it. I prefer to support local and to not run the closest 100 mile race to my house would be foolish. Right? So I signed up for the 2014 race before I even ran my first 100 miler, Umstead 100, in April of 2014. Umstead went so well I took no time off and just kept running. Ran the Raleigh rock n roll half the next weekend with Scott and Charlie and then ran Oconee 50K three weeks later. After that I had some pains in my foot and took a few days off. Next run, more pain. Took more time off, ran, more pain. I continued this cycle until my first Uwharrie training run on July 26th, 2014. I barely made it the 20 miles because my foot hurt so bad. Finally went to the doctor and had a stress reaction in my cuboid bone. Sucks.
Dropped out of three fall races including Uwharrie 100. Scott and I did go volunteer at Crossroads aid station for most of the day on Saturday and had a blast.
Recovery was longer than expected and we moved which didn't help the foot. It was January or February before it felt good to run again. I made it to Uwharrie as much as I could which was 6 or 7 times to get ready for the 100. Knowing that course and learning to respect the old mountain was extremely helpful to me mentally.
Going into the race I was positive I could finish, but was very concerned about making cutoff. While Umstead in 23 hours was comfortable, this course is brutal and I am not comfortable with running over rocks with wild abandon. I tried to game plan for a 32 to 34 hours to give me a little padding to make 36 hours.
The night before the race I got a good 5 hours sleep. Woke up at 3 am on race day, topped of the drop bag with more stuff than I could possibly use and got my first round of water bottles ready. Drove the 45 minutes to the race, checked in and got ready to run.
Sarah, Scott, and Nicola were volunteering at Crossroads aid station and Sarah stayed there the whole race. They loaded up drop bags in Scott's truck and headed out before the race start.
6 am, pitch dark, headlamp, stream of runners. This is nothing like any of my previous loops at Uwharrie. We stayed in a pretty steady stream with a little passing here and there to get everyone where they should be. I ended up a little fast on the first six miles to crossroads which is hard to avoid in a crowd on single track trails. Dropped off my headlamp, switched bottles, kissed Sarah and I was off. The aid station sort of spread us out a little which was nice. I ran a little by myself and climbed Sasquatch Summit. Ran some more and had people catching me on Soul Crusher. With all my training I wish I would have worked harder on climbing. I think regular stair work would be beneficial on this course. So after the first time up Soul Crusher, I was running some of the rocky descents and feeling good. About mile 9 I landed square on the side of my left foot. Twisted my ankle so bad I saw stars and got woozy. It took me a couple minutes to compose myself enough to see if I could even walk on it. It hurt. Bad. With about 3 miles to the next aid station there was really nothing to do but keep moving. Luckily I was using trekking poles so I could use them like crutches to reduce some weight on my foot. This gave me lots of prayer time as my only other option was tears. So I limped and prayed for three miles to Kelly's kitchen.
I made it there and was surprised to find the ankle was not swollen. I took off for the three miles back to Crossroads aid station. By this time I was flustered. There were already some hotspots on my feet and my ankle was sore. Sarah got me some tape and I got to work. Not only did I tape my ankle, I traded out a pair of lightweight Injinji socks for a pair of midweight, trail Injinji socks. I also took the insoles out of my Altra Olympus 1.5s and put in the insoles from my Olympus 1.0s. I could write a whole post on my shoe drama leading up to Uwharrie and my Altra insole issues.
It took me a little while to build up my confidence that I could run on my taped ankle, but I tested it on the 5.5 miles back to start/ finish. Upon arrival, I added some more tape to the ankle and felt better. Somehow I still did the first lap in just under 6 hours. Prayer does work.
|First time up Sasquatch Summit|
I was able to actually start running again which felt good. Walked up climbs and ran the rest just like I wanted to do. Quick pit stop at Crossroads to fill water bottles and I was off. Sasquatch and Soul Crusher felt longer in the heat of the afternoon and the rocky descents made me nervous. I took my time and made it safely to Kelly's kitchen. After this I got overly social. I definitely burnt some time walking and talking through a pretty run-able section. I finally realized my mistake and took off running back to Crossroads. Simple water bottle refill, two quarters of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I was off. Made pretty decent time getting back to the start finish and completed lap 2 in 6 hours 41 minutes.
|Leaving Crossroads Aid Station towards the start/ finish|
The Power of Social Media
A month or so before the race I put a plea out on every running group that I am a part of and on my personal Facebook page for people to pace me. I was surprised to get a message from Chad Huck saying he has a friend who might be interested. A week or so went by and I reached out for more info. He connected me with Nate Hearns who is preparing to run Pinhoti 100 in November. He said he would love to run miles 40 to 80 with me. WOW! A complete stranger to me offering his time to help me complete my goal. That is what the ultra running community is all about. Nate and I talked on the phone one night for about 10 minutes but never met before the race. So here I come out of lap 2 and Nate walks over to introduce himself. Little did either of us know just how much time we would spend together, but it was getting dark and we needed to get moving.
We started on our way and had a great time chatting and getting to know each other. Eventually had to give in and turn on our headlamps, and something went awry. I felt dazed and confused. I am not sure if it was tunnel vision or if I got behind on nutrition. I guzzled some Tailwind and took it a little easy. Downed a half bottle of Tailwind and rebounded fairly quickly. Not sure what that was, but once we made it to Crossroads I had a little bit of soup, packed a jacket just in case, threw in a backup headlamp and off we went. Sasquatch Summit was brutal in the dark and Soul Crusher was longer than I ever thought possible. After those, I was beat. I hit a real physical low. I was dragging my trekking poles, stumbling a little, weaving some, going slightly cross-eyed, and moving real slow. I downed some Tailwind but that didn't seem to snap me out of it like before. I was really struggling to focus and keep moving. I started thinking this may be the end. If I walk into Kelly's kitchen like this, I may get pulled. It took a long time to make it there to worry about it and I started feeling slightly better. I sat down and had some amazing lentil soup. This helped snap me out of the fog, but it did not do much for my speed. When we were almost back to Crossroads I convinced Nate to let me lay down for 5 minutes. Laying down, eyes closed, all muscles still, for just 5 minutes was very refreshing. This course is so brutal that you can't ever stop thinking. There is no option to zone out or you will go down. So to just be still was awesome. I was able to speed up after that but only a little. The lap was taking so long Nate was going to hit his time limit. Near the start/ finish he ran ahead to see if there was another pacer available. Once I got there and had a little more soup, he said there was nobody else available and he would continue on. This draining lap took 7 hours and 48 minutes.
It is roughly 2:30 am as we head out on lap 4. The 6 miles to Crossroads was uneventful with little talking and not much running. Passing through Crossroads was fairly quick and we set off for the back loop. I don't remember much of this section. It was still dark and climbing those rocks and the straight never ending climb up Soul Crusher took forever. At some point before Kelly's kitchen the sun finally started to rise. This was slightly rejuvenating. Since it was daylight, Nate asked them about a ride back to start/ finish and they said it would be hours, so off we went together to Crossroads. I know these laps were taking way longer than either of us expected and I hate that I pushed his time frame for his Sunday with his family, but I am thankful that he was able to be with me through all of the dark hours. At this point we started discussing my strategy for the rest of the race. The reality was setting in that time was going to be a huge concern. He asked me point blank if I was going to finish the race and my answer, "Absolutely". My reasoning: I have three little girls at home who know how hard I trained and how much I wanted to run this race. I can't possible go home and tell them, "It was hard so Daddy just quit. I didn't think I could do it, so I gave up."
Nate helped me break down the course and what I needed to do in order to beat cutoff. We made it into Crossroads a few minutes later than our plan and took a few minutes longer in the aid station. Nate stayed behind for a ride and I took off for start/ finish. I needed to run the last 5.5 in two hours or less in order to meet my first goal. I nailed that section and felt good. Overall, lap 4 took forever at 8 hours and 13 minutes.
I started on lap 5 about 10:40 am which is 10 minutes later than Nate and I game planned. Now is no time to think about how heavy my legs were after 82 miles or how tired I was after almost 29 hours. I had three time goals to hit a 7 hour and 20 minute lap. Two hours to Crossroads. 3 hours and 20 minutes back to Crossroads. 2 hours to the finish. It was time to move as quickly as possible. I made it to Crossroads in just under 2 hours which was comforting. I needed to get some minutes in the bank if at all possible. While getting water bottles figured out and explaining my plan to Sarah, I found out she had been trying to recruit a pacer from Crossroads to run the back 9 mile loop with me. Richard Abernathy is the RD for Bad Rock 720 which I ran in June. He said he would run it and needed to get on shoes. I headed down the trail and he caught up to me. I told him no matter what, I needed to be back to Crossroads by 4 PM. Other than running his race in June, we didn't know each other at all. I really takes your mind off your pain when you can chat a little. I was actually surprised that with almost 90 miles and 31 hours on my body, I was still able to carry on somewhat of a conversation. I could at least ask questions to keep Richard talking. I said good bye to Sasquatch Summit and Soul Crusher and we made it to Kelly's Kitchen in 2 hours flat. They had already stripped down the aid station which was fine by me. We did a quick gas and go. The section back to Crossroads has some nice run-able sections so we made decent time and made it back to Crossroads in 3 hours which was sure comforting. Richard agreed to run the rest with me which was awesome. His wife Amy was going to drive Sarah back to the start finish. I quickly topped off water bottles, kissed Sarah, and headed off to the finish. We had some time in the bank and felt good. Then I started worrying about what the official race clock says versus my cheap $5 digital watch. I didn't want to cut it too close only to find out my watch was wrong. We continued to push and ran what I could and walked what I had to. The section from Hallucination Hill to the end seems so long. It is windy with lots of small ups and downs. After all the training runs and being on lap 5, I know it pretty well. I have lots of landmarks but still seem to forget how spaced out they are. My favorite landmark is the "Mile 1" sign nailed to the tree. That tells me there is only one mile left. Richard and I were very comfortable with the time and eased up from time to time but still ran when I could. We crossed the wooden bridge which means we are almost there. Once more small climb, a little running and the last rooty climb was in site. I had to stop and gather my emotions for a minute before continuing. Once we made it up that hill, we saw Sarah and some others coming down the trail. Turns out they were worried about us making it on time. It was kind of funny because in our mind we had plenty of time and had not been worried about the cutoff for the last couple miles. So I completed lap 5 in 7 hours and 8 minutes which was 12 minutes faster than my best made plan. God is good.
Official race time: 35:47:07
- Two extraordinary men who stepped up to pace me and help me achieve my goals. I can't thank Nate and Richard enough.
- Tailwind. As always. Tailwind. I had a total of a half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and 5 cups (10 oz Styrofoam cups) of soup plus a ton of Tailwind. There were a few times I got behind and paid for it, but that is my fault not theirs. After 36 hours with little real food, I was not starving after the race or even the next day.
- Altra Olympus 1.5 with the insoles from my old 1.0s.
- Injinji mid-weight trail socks
- Brooks 2-1 running shorts
- trekking poles were a life saver
- kisses from my wife every time through Crossroad
- Not sure I have a good answer here. I think the only way this could have improved would have been to not twist my ankle, stay up better on my Tailwind, and train harder.
|At the finish line with Amanda Paige - RD|
|Dan Paige - RD|
Thursday, October 1, 2015
I can't remember how I stumbled across this small 12 hour race last year, but I did. It was the first year of this race held on a family farm. The price was right for a supported 12 hour training run, so I signed up. The bad news is, after running Umstead 100 followed by the Raleigh half marathon the next weekend and then Oconee 50K three weeks later, I ended up with a stress reaction in my cuboid bone in my right ankle. It was a nagging injury that I would never let heal and run again and it would get worse. I finally had in MRI at the end of July 2014 to get the official diagnosis. This knocked me out of three events I had registered to run in fall of 2014 including Doggettville and Uwharrie 100.
I was able to defer to 2015 and almost forgot about this 12 hour event. I figured why not go run it, it is already paid for. Plus instead of a shirt, they give out pajama pants which I think is way cool. The not so cool part is we ended up having to put our dog Earnie down the day before the race. So I was stressed out, sad, drank a couple beers, had trouble getting to sleep. You know, all the things that set you up for a perfect race day. So on Saturday morning, I got up at 3 am to leave the house at 4:30. Pulled in the parking lot of the race about 6:15. Plenty of time to set up my drop bag with more stuff in it than anyone ever uses on race day. There was something like 15 solo runners and 5 to 8 relay teams. There was a race brief which included directions for the course with instructions like "turn right up my sister's driveway". It was truly on a family farm. At 7 am we were off and running.
I tried to settle in to a rhythm and walk uphills from the beginning. I met some guys and had some conversations and just settled in for the day. The advantage of a one mile loop is it didn't take me long to pick out some marks along the way. I had figured out if I run to this bush and then walk to the top and start running at this arrow on the ground, etc, that I would be right on pace. Things went great and I ticked off 17 miles in the first three hours. Just a little over a 10 minute pace.
So right about 3 hours in to the race, my stomach started giving me issues. This is not something I have experienced before while running. I can only guess the stress of Friday was adding in here. I stopped after each of the next 3 laps to use the restroom. I was only able to walk because even a slow jog made my stomach hurt worse. I finally asked the RD if he had any Pepto and he did! I took a couple Pepto tablets and walked, just walked for the next hour as my stomach slowly settled down. Obviously my A goal was out the window with this issue, but no biggie. Dealing with new challenges, overcoming, and moving on are all part of long training runs. So I adjusted, recalculated pace, and settled in for a 50 mile day.
My stomach did finally settle down (for the most part) and I was able to start running again. Then the best part of the day. My wife drove up with all three girls to hang out and watch me run for a while. It was a great way for them to get out of the house for a while and most races I run, they can't see me very often. Then my youngest (just turned 6) wanted to do a lap with me. I made it clear that there was no whining, carrying, or asking how much farther. While I did walk the whole mile for lap 38. It was a nice break and I did walk fast. She had to do some skipping to keep up. She even held my hand for a quarter mile. It was awesome! I ran the next lap and then my other two girls wanted to do a lap. So I walked lap 40 with Lyla and lap 41 with Emily. Neither of them had on good shoes, so I didn't want to push them. I should probably mention that it is now the middle of the afternoon and it had gotten HOT. So an excuse to walk a couple laps was fine with me. It was an extremely cool experience to get to share laps with each of my girls. For them to see a little piece of some of the crazy stuff that daddy does.
|Whitney is ready to run with Daddy|
Sarah also brought me some ginger which I ate a few pieces here and there to keep my stomach under control. It works so much faster that medicine like Pepto. She also brought me a bandanna that I would dip in a tub of cold water each lap and wrap around my neck. It sure helped with the heat.
The girls wanted to do another lap, but time was getting tighter and tighter to make 50 miles. Not to mention they needed to get home and eat dinner at some point. So the family left and I picked the pace back up. The last 9 laps clicked off pretty quickly. I had 3 miles to go with an hour left on the clock, so I did not push it at all. I enjoyed the last few laps, talked to some people along the way and finished my 50 miles with 10 minutes to spare. It felt good to get in a 50 mile day even if it was non technical. It is still time on my feet which is always good training.
Overall race review: Great race. The race director is very involved all day long. He went above and beyond to make sure everyone was taken care of. At the end, they stamp a dog tag with your miles. He even made one for each of my girls with 1 lap stamped on it. Something he didn't have to do, but they loved it which in return means the world to me. The course is varied enough to keep it interesting but easily run-able. The couple hills are enough to justify walking, but gradual and small enough that you can easily run them as well. For it being a small race, it is really well done. Might sign the whole family up for next year and let them get some more laps in throughout the day.
Just three weeks to the Uwharrie 100. Still looking for a "pacer" for the last 20 miles. This is really a nice day hike with little to no running involved. Let me know if you want to hang out in the woods with me for a day.
|Never forget to have fun and say thank you.|
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
I had to reread my last post to remember where I left off. It was just before I toed the line for my first attempt at running 100 miles. Did I do it? Yes. Here is the story.
We dropped the kids off at my mom's house on Friday afternoon and headed to Raleigh. We arrived in time to quickly check in to the hotel and hurry off to the runner's meeting and dinner. I must say, driving in to Umstead State Park for the first time was stressful enough. The roads are small, rough, and not well marked. We drove for a while before seeing a small triangle sign pointing the way. Parked, checked in, got shirt, hat, bib, and headed for the meeting. Sitting through the race brief felt a little long and hearing the turns of the course described turn by turn with trail names, etc was extremely overwhelming. It was very cool to see some past winners and people going for their 10th to earn a 1000 mile buckle. Mostly uneventful though. Ate some pasta and headed for the hotel.
In the fall of 2013, I was introduced to Tailwind Nutrition. Their motto is "Everything you need all day, really". I tried it for training runs, used it exclusively for Thunder Road Marathon and stuck with it through the Frosty 50K and Mill Stone 50K. I was amazed how well it worked. I offer few words of wisdom to runners as people need to find what works for them, but one of my favorite mantras is to trust your training. In other words, do on race day the same things you did every time you ran leading up to it. So back at the hotel, I went over all the math with my wife for calorie intake and needed her to keep a log of calories consumed for me. Loaded the Jurek UD belt with baggies of Tailwind and settled in to sleep. Turns out there was some sort of biker convention that weekend as well. All the bikers were extremely nice, but their bikes and radios are very load. Bikes came and went all night and the rumble and the anxiety caused for a lot of tossing and turning. I can't remember what time I woke up on Saturday, but as I sat and ate a banana, there were still bikers coming back from a night of partying.
While I thought driving in to Umstead was daunting in the daylight, heading in under the cover of darkness was crazy. Of course the site of deer makes me even more on edge as my Prius would not fair well in the battle. So we parked and got a what I thought I would need and went over more thoughts with Sarah about what I might need and my race plans again. As a brief over view, I went in to this race really wanting to finish under the 30 hour cutoff. I broke it down to the 4 almost marathons. My thought process was to run them at 5 hours, 6 hours, 7 hours, and 8 hours (purely guessing that I would be mostly walking the last 25 miles). That would put me in at 26 hours which would be awesome. It also gave me room to maybe push for under 24 (to get a silver buckle) if I was still feeling good at half way.
Before the race, I prayed with a couple other runners which is a fantastic way to start a day, a race, or anything really. Grabbed my water bottle, strapped on the headlamp and got ready for the start. The start of the race was uneventful and exciting. It was the only time in the race where there would be a lot of people around. We got really spread out and would later run miles without seeing another runner. I hear within the first couple miles, on the airport spur, a guy got hit by a deer. Yes, you read that right. A guy got hit by a deer. We were bunched up running from the start and I guess the deer didn't want to wait for an opening and ran right into a guy. He was OK and made it to the aid station to get a few bandaids. Proof you never know what will happen during any given ultra.
Before the race... all smiles
So here is how my day went.
Lap 1: This was a fun lap. Met a lot of people. Everyone said pretty much the same thing. "My goal is to finish and if somehow I can finish under 24 hours, that would be awesome." I would settle in and run with a few people for a while and then someone would stop for water, slow down, speed up, etc and I would run with another group. This went on most of the first lap. The first lap did show me that Umstead is NOT flat. There are some pretty good climbs on the back half. They are steep, but not long climbs. Did wonder how much steeper they would get as the day went on though. So lap 1 flew by and I finished the lap in 2:21 which was 9 minutes ahead of schedule. No big deal, need to slow down and pace myself, but I figured that would happen.
Lap 2: We are getting spread out a little more and the course chatter is decreasing as people are doing more head down, focused running. Did meet a few people including a guy named Mike. He stood out to me because of our shared love of Jesus and that his 14 year old daughter was going to pace him on the final lap. I think that is the coolest thing ever. I pray my kids will run with me one day. Otherwise, another uneventful lap. The climbs did not seem as bad since I knew they were there and just had the mindset of "it's a hill, get over it". Still felt fresh and ran a 2:25 lap.
First quarter done in 4:46 (14 minutes under schedule)
Lap 3: Oddly enough, this may have been my toughest mental lap. The sun was up, runners were spread, and the newness had worn off. I am not sure I spoke at length to anyone on this lap. It was way hotter than I expected and I got behind on hydration. The spacing of the aid stations was not ideal for me. I would always have a good bit left at a water stop, but not enough to make it to the back aid station. So I either had to dilute the Tailwind I had to top off it off or try to pour in partial bags or as I did twice, I poured a whole new baggie in and made it too strong so I didn't drink as much as I needed. Did I mention it was getting hot? This made for a bad combo. I did find my self trying to chug some cups of water at the cooler stations to try to make up, but chugging water is not something I enjoy or practice. I will carry a handheld on short runs so I can sip often. Chugging causes sloshing in my stomach when I run. The hills were steeper this time around, but I made it. The back half (really 5 miles) is the hardest physically, but I know at the end of that, I get to see Sarah and get a kiss. I am thankful those aren't the first 5 miles of the loop. That would be even harder mentally. So I finished lap 3 in 2:43 which I was very pleased with. As far as I remember, this is the only time I really complained to Sarah. I told her it was hot and I was behind on hydration. Not to get graphic but I think I had not peed at this point which had her worried.
Lap 4: Sun if fully up and it is now the heat of the afternoon. I did manage to smile for the camera.
Makes the second quarter 5:32 and the first half (50 miles) 10:18. This is 42 minutes ahead of my best made plan. Which made me almost giddy. Not to mention, I still felt good. Got hydration back on track and have a pacer.
Lap 5: Before this lap, I put on a dry shirt and socks. Also added calf compression. What a boost those calf sleeves gave to my tired legs. Chris Minnis asked me soon after signing up for this race if there was anything I needed to make this happen. I said my biggest need was pacers. His response was an extremely gracious "when and where" response. So he drove from Concord to Raleigh just to run 12.5 miles with me. It was great to take my mind off of the run and to talk about his family and what they had going on. The coolest thing he did on that lap was going into the first water stop, he says "I will fill up your bottle if you want to keep moving." Even though I spent little time at any aid station, it was nice to not mess with zip lock baggies of Tailwind and trying to open and close a water bottle. Seems simple, but it gets hard.
Chris is in the background in the white hat.
Plus even if I was walking while he was filling the bottle, it was good to keep making forward progress. The other thing he was very good at was pushing me without being a pain. Again simple things like "let's run to that big tree up on the right." Breaking it down into small attainable goals is a great mental trick and he played them well. Having company was just the boost I was hoping for. We finished lap 5 in 2:55.
Lap 6: Next victim... I mean pacer, Scott Babcock. We were roommates for a couple years and know each other well. He is an extremely reliable friend and I know he would not have missed being there or taking part in this race with me for anything. He can up early and hung out with Sarah. When I would come into the main aid station, Sarah would always try to tell me stories and update me on other happens. Honestly, I did care, but needed to update her on my status and needs so I could get moving. Running with Scott allowed him to update me on some Umstead events while on the move. I took my jacket for this lap as I was slowing down and the sun was dropping, I was getting cold from time to time. Scott took cues from me on dress and almost fried himself in the woods. Other than that he has been battling some weird leg thing that made me worry, but he did great. He didn't push me, but didn't let me slack off either. I was still able to joke a little with him, but for the most part, the conversation was becoming more one sided at this point. We completed the lap in 3:07.
3rd segment done in 6:02 (never thought that would be possible) That is a total of 16:20 for the first 75 miles.
Lap 7: While Scott was burning up, I was still getting colder. 16 plus hours from dark to hot sun to cool dark again with no food I was getting cold. That said, I changed out my compression sleeves for full leg sleeves. Did this so I didn't have to take off shorts to put on tights. Also made sure I had gloves as my hands are the first thing to get cold. Seriously I have run in 50 degree weather with shorts, t-shirt, and gloves. Anywho, next pacer up... Charlie Doyle. He is a long time friend of Scott's. I met Charlie many moons ago through Scott and he has become a dear friend as well. So while I am adding clothes, Scott is telling Charlie to strip because there is no air movement and it is hot. Charlie probably got the worst pacer lap. This felt more like lap 3 and I guess is was lap 3 of the 2nd 50 miles. At this point I knew I would finish and maybe, just maybe under 24 hours. I just had to keep moving. I was quiet and just moving forward at whatever pace was possible. There was some level of grouchiness on this lap. I was getting used to running with a headlamp and dealing with his headlamp. I didn't like him behind me because then I had my shadow to deal with. I tried to stay on the smoothest part of the course and I kept ending up in the pitted section and making him switch sides. I do remember him saying my jacket lights up like a Christmas tree which is good news for safety. Also on a downhill, he commented that I was running under an 8:30 pace with over 80 miles on my legs. I had no idea, I just moved when I could. Those very short bursts of "speed" were balanced out with a lot of walking for another lap at exactly 3:07.
Lap 8: The Victory Lap: My beautiful bride, Sarah, agreed to run the final lap with me. While I joke about it being a victory lap, that was pretty much the mind set. I knew I would finish and I had 4.5 hours to beat 24. I could walk the entire lap and make that. So we set off on a stroll. She was talkative and I wasn't, but that is pretty much how we function on a daily basis. I don't mean that in an annoying way. She wore my hydration pack without the bladder just to get all my extra stuff that I never used from the back aid station. We did some running, but at the end of airport spur, I had to take off my shoe to get out a rock so I sat for a couple minutes. Then when we got back to the main trail with just a couple miles to go, I wanted to stop and sit on a bench for a couple minutes. At this point, it was starting to overwhelm me that I was really going to do it and I was ready to be done. It is always fun to get time to run with Sarah and this was no different except she probably enjoyed it more because I wasn't pushing the pace like I usually do when we run together. I mention those couple times stopping to sit down because of my finish time. Lap 8 time: 3:28. 21 minutes slower than the last two laps.
4th quarter of the race complete in 6:35. Making for a 2nd 50 mile time of 12:37.
Final race time? 23:02:09 for a SILVER BUCKLE!! Never thought I was capable of that. The human body is capable of so much more than we ever push it to do. God doesn't make junk.
|I have no idea what all the white stuff is, but that is a silver buckle in my hand.|
To this day, that 2 minutes drives Sarah crazy. Had I not sat down twice on the last lap, I would have broke 23 hours. It was not on my radar. My only math calculations were focused on 24 hours. Had I known I could have come in closer to 22:50 or even 22:45, I would have pushed just a little bit harder. No regrets though. I could not have planned for the day to go more perfect. I wore my Altra Olympus shoes for the whole time. Changed socks at 50 miles from a thin pair of Injini toe socks to a slightly thicker pair for both warmth and padding purposes. I did not have a single blister on either feet. I wore some older Adidas shorts that I picked up on clearance a few years ago. I changed from one Team 413 shirt to another. It keeps me inspired and I always get comments from other running that get a little boost from reading the verse on the back of the shirt. It also opens up conversations. My Jurek UD waist belt worked flawlessly for carrying my baggies of white powder. The Tailwind worked perfect. Never got hungry or depleted, just a little dehydrated in the middle of the afternoon. That was my fault. After the race, I went back to the hotel, showered, and went right to sleep. Woke up about noon and went to Red Robin for lunch which was my first solid food since the banana at the hotel before the race. Red Robin is awesome since they have a vegan burger with a lettuce bun and bottomless steamed broccoli. I got several bowls of broccoli. I could not have asked for a better race.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
While I am not sure why I created a blog or why I haven't posted to it in a few years, I also don't know why I am posting now. Since that first Thunder Road on 12/11/10, I have run 7 more marathons, 2 50K's, and a 40 miler. I am not fast, have set no land speed records, nor care to. More enjoyment in running comes from distance. It is the experience. Every race I have run, I have met at least one person who shared some miles with me and more importantly, a little piece of themselves. During he quiet, isolated running times, I have prayed, laughed, and cried. All with good purpose, never from physical pain. I ran my first ultra February 2013 which was the Uwharrie Mountain Run 40 miler. I ran no trails or real hills leading up to this run, but finished, before the cutoff. I got to see the sun both rise and set from the top of the mountain. I finished the last two miles with three other guys, in the dark, with headlamps. I ran that race knowing it would qualify me for Umstead. One of those guys I finished with was running Umstead in April 2013. By the finish line of those 40 miles, I was not beat, I was ready to take he leap. When sign up rolled around I was on my computer and ready to hit refresh over and over until the registration screen appeared. I quickly filled out the form and entered my credit card number and hit submit before the registration screen timed out. Then I realized what I had just done. One week from right now, at 6 am on April 5th, 2014, I will toe the starting line of the Umstead 100. Am I ready? I don't feel as well trained as I would like to be, but I am SO ready. I have four great pacers lined up to run with me for the last 50 miles. My amazing wife is going to crew me and support me all through the race as well as push me through the last lap. I can't wait to see what God as for me out on that course. The people in he ultra world are different people all with amazing stories and kind hearts. Who will I share miles and stories with over this, the longest run of my life? If whatever moved me to start this blog and to even update it this morning continues on my heart, I will post an update after I finish my first 100 miler. I really should fill in some gaps over the last three years. Maybe even mention that I have already signed up for my next 100 miler in he fall. For right now, the focus is on Umstead. With that said, I need to get a couple hours of running in this morning so I can spend the rest of he day with my beautiful girls. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. -Phil. 4:13