With the Western States 100 still fresh in my mind, I wanted to leave a few additional pieces of advice, both as reminders for myself and as tips for anyone else who could benefit from my lessons learned.
1. Carry an extra bottle of water from Robinson Flat through Michigan Bluff
Before I got there, my crew poured half a root beer into a small, plastic water bottle for me to drink at Robinson Flat. As I finished it, my coach told me to hold onto the empty bottle, advising me that when I reached any creek crossing, I should fill the bottle and use it to douse myself on the climbs. He did made sure to mention not to drink the creek water — if I did, I would regret it in the following weeks.
I carried that little bottle for 14 miles before I finally put it to use — at one of the aid stations I was really tempted to throw it away, but I didn’t — and during the climb up Devil’s Thumb and up into Michigan Bluff, I was sure happy I hadn’t tossed it.
This is the obligatory, “It has been a while, but I am back” blog post.
Last year, I fell off in keeping up this site and contributing to The Endurist — my side project with Sara.
I enjoy reading the regularly updated blogs, such as Writer on Writing by Peter Clines and Macdrifter from Gabe Weatherhead. I was recently going through their archives and found myself wishing I had maintained this site a little better.
Sara and I after leaving the Windy Ridge (31.3) Aid Station. I was feeling much more human after getting some real food back in my stomach.
The Bigfoot 200 was the culmination of almost two years of planning and training. In my head — finish or fail — my participation in this event was going to be my victory lap.
In November 2014, I found myself in the middle of a surprise divorce.
Shaken both emotionally and financially, I was forced to reevaluate my plans to run the 2015 Grand to Grand Ultra, a unique multi-day challenge that was going to be the farthest I had traveled for a race. Instead, I sent a painful email to the race director and donated the non-refundable portion of my entry fee.
Sometimes the race isn’t about you, but in those times it can be the most rewarding.
A year ago I spent the third weekend in May working the finish line of the Massanutten Mountain Trails 100-mile run. I spent it with friends I had made in the pervious six months, watching runners complete a hard and difficult race.
That Sunday, I can clearly remember standing in the field by the finish, staring at the mountains, listening to the crowd cheering runners to the end, and crossing a mental finish line of my own.
It was the moment I knew I was alright with my marriage ending.
This year, I returned to crew and pace a good friend who badly needed a win of his own.
For the next few months I am going to turn Feral Ultrarunner into a live blog of my summer leading up to August’s Bigfoot 200-Mile Endurance Run .
Once or twice a week I am going to post an update that covers both my training and how it is affecting my life. Similar to a television or comic book series, the entire thing will culminate with a confrontation with the “Big Bad” that is lurking in the background throughout the entire series.
At the Starting Line Just Before the Start of the Race
The day of the race, I woke up at 3:30 am for the 5:30 start. I got up, put clothes on, and went down to the kitchen. My breakfast that morning was the left over spaghetti I had during dinner the night before. I tried to not think about what my day would hold and just act as though I was preparing for a weekly long run. After eating, I went upstairs and woke my fiancé, Sara, up. The plan was for Sara to drop me off, hang out for the start of the race, and then go back home and get ready for the day. She would then meet me at Great Falls aid station. After she was ready, I grabbed my drop bag (gear the race will pre-position for you at an aid station) and headed for Algonkian State Park.
Sara picked on me for how much stuff I packed into my running bag. I normally am the most unprepared person in the world. One year, I made it all the way to the starting line for the Marine Corps Marathon before I realized I didn’t have my bib. Luckily someone in my family was able to get it to me before the start of the race.
My drop bag for the North Face Endurance Challenge included: extra running shoes, three packs of Nuun, two pairs of sock, two pairs of running shorts, extra headphones, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a pack of batteries, bandaids, and a ton of safety pins. I really did not want to leave anything to chance.
At the starting line everyone gathered in tight. The big concern was the amount of rain we had the night before. The field we were standing in was thoroughly saturated. The day before it had rained over an inch and I was actually concerned the race might be canceled as it had been the previous time I signed up for the North Face.
I was talking with Sara trying to contain my nerves when they made the announcement to head for the starting line. I turned on my light as Dean Karnazes gave a pep talk. The runners were awesome. There was so much energy as people bounced and stretched. Then the race started.
The course had us start by running around a field, by a golf course, onto something like a fire road, then down onto single track. The trail would take us 14 miles to Great Falls State Park. At Great Falls we would take 3 loops, which on the last loop I would be able to pick up my pacer, Josh.
About 2 miles into the race, I almost started laughing as I went waist deep into a stream that was over flowing from the day before’s rainfall. Not 20 minutes before there had been a huge pile up of runners as we encountered an extra soggy bit of field and everyone had made efforts to go around. Now there was no choice but to wade into the cold deep stream
The other runners were awesome. I spent the majority of the first 14 miles getting to know some of the others who ran my pace. There were runners who had finished the Umstead 100 (which is on my bucket list), runners who had done over 20 ultras, and ones like me who were out for their first 50 miler. It was awesome to be around a group of people who had put themselves through the same hours of training I had. Who knew what it was like to run at all times of night just to get a few extra miles in. They were just an overwhelmingly positive group of people.
Through the first few aid stations, I avoided food. I did however drink some Gu Brew, an electrolyte supplement. I normally would have had Nuun, my electrolyte drink of choice, but the aid station did not have any set out.
As the sun came up, I was able to see how beautiful the Algonkian trail was. It runs next to the river and has some breathtaking views as you roll along through the hills. The trail’s condition itself definitely slowed the runners though. With every foot strike, my feet would dig into the mud about an inch and then slip out from under me slightly. It took a great amount of effort to not fall and a much slower pace. Every half mile or so, we would run through ankle deep water.
By the time we made it to Great Falls, I was in great spirits and running with an awesome group of people. When I made it to the aid station, I was excited to see Sara and stopped for a moment to tell her how great things were going. After a small catch up, I put some Gu Brew into my hand held and headed back off through the trail.
Having a blast as I entered Great Falls
Great Falls is an awesome park with a variety of trail types. The race routed us through a significant portion of the park with varying terrain and a few significant inclines. This included a breathtaking view of the falls on a part of the trail where one wrong step would send you a few hundred feet off a cliff, and into the falls. The course had the 50 milers, taking 3 loops at Great Falls.
It was during my second loop that I started having real difficulty. I was mentally off. My pace was falling. I was having more difficulty than I had previously had in any race. Gu Brew? I am not 100% sure that’s what caused my issues, but it was the only new factor which I could point to. As I made my way to the aid station where Sara and Josh were waiting for me, I was at mile 28 and I was shot.
Sara was concerned for me. I walked to my bag, grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and started stretching. I said hi to her and Josh and just preceded with my normal stretching routine. My intent was to act like I was just starting my run for the day. Josh and I have been on 100s of runs together, I was trying to tell myself this was just the start of a normal run for him and I. I also stopped drinking Gu Brew and started drinking just water.
This is where i picked my pacer, Josh, up. Low point of the race for me. He enjoyed it.
Having Josh really helped me through that period of the race. He provided some humor and trash talk. Enough trash talk that I began threatening to throw him off the cliffs. And we actually had a guy run with us for a while to see if I would really do it. He also allowed me to walk him through what I had been doing fuel wise and come up with a game plan for how I could get back on track.
By mile 35, we were on our way out of Great Falls and I was feeling myself again. I think leaving Great Falls was the point when I really thought I could finish the race.
The quality of the trail was significantly worse than it was on the way into Great Falls. In addition to the 50 milers, a 50K, and a marathon were being run on the overly wet trails. The footing was just horrible. I have been running with Josh for years, he is one of those guys who trips every 20 yards. I have no idea how I didn’t end up having to carry him out.
The longest gap between aid stations is on the Algonkian trail. On the course map I think it said it was 6 miles, but according to my GPS it was 8 miles. This created a little concern. Not only was I significantly fatigued at this point, but I was low on water. Josh didn’t carry any water on him, and so we shared my bottle.
When we reached the aid station, I pigged out on skittles and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. By now I had learned to request Nuun from the awesome staff that was working the stations. My legs were more than killing me, but I had run 45 miles. Worst case, I could walk it in from that aid station and would make the cut off.
Josh and I didn’t walk it in though. We ran. Slowly but we ran. As we came out of the woods, we were greeted by little kids who had run the kids running Challenge. I congratulated every one of them I passed. I love seeing kids encouraged to be active and it inspired me to pick the pace up a little.
Josh and I heading for the finish line.
The last 30 yards to the finish was pure mud. I crossed the line in 10 hours and 57 minutes. I believe that in a better set of trail conditions I could have performed significantly better, but I am damned proud of that time.
In hindsight, the race was everything I wanted it to be. I loved meeting ultra runners and how supportive everyone was. I cannot say enough or give enough thanks to the volunteers at the aid stations. Sara is awesome. She made it to so many of the aid stations and gave me so much support not just during the race but in training for the race as well. She even turned the hose on me when we got back to the house so I could go inside for dinner. I could not have picked a better pacer than Josh. It was not only my first 50 miler, it was also the longest Josh had ever run in his life. I am hoping that he now has the same sick desire I do and will do a few more ultras with me.
This week I was able to return to running again. It had been 6 weeks since the running streak had ended. Six weeks ago I was able to go out my front door and run 30 miles. Monday afternoon I went out my front door and walked for 10 minutes, ran for 5 minutes, and then repeated. Yesterday I was able to walk for 3 minutes, then run for 7 minutes, and repeated until 30 minutes were done. I was able to complete just over 3 miles. It’s a humbling experience, but it also just feels really good to get a few miles in.
The conservative approach I am taking to my training program seems to be justifiable. After my first run on Monday, the tendons in my right foot were tight and sore. I can really tell there was a significant amount of atrophy from wearing that damned boot. My recovery plan calls for 6 more weeks of easing back into things. After I complete the program I can really start to rebuild my base mileage. This week I’ll be allowed to run every other day and I have hopes of starting a new running streak in two weeks.
Being back outside running has been awesome. It’s like having a best friend back after a long summer of having no one to play with. While I was only able to run three times this week, just knowing I could go out in a couple of days and that I am making forward progress again is insanely motivating.
I have to admit that I have taken the last 6 weeks a little too soft. I have drank quite a few beers, been a little too relaxed on my diet, and enjoyed just a few too many hours on the couch. Starting this week I plan to end that. The reality of it is that I cannot go out and run for a couple of hours like I could back in June. This creates an opportunity for me to work in some new cross training habits and improve my overall fitness.
In my house we have copies of P90X1, P90X2, and Insanity. My fiancé is a workout machine and has kicked through many 90 day programs and seen awesome results. I on the other hand started P90X1 once back in 2009 and made it to month two. When I stopped mid program, I had starting seeing results. I had the lowest body fat percentage of my adult life and my run times were improving. Starting sometime this week (I have to get it back from a coworker) I will being day one of P90X2. I am not going to start with P90X1 again because I would like to focus on my core strength, which is more of a focus in P90X2. I realize that I will need to ease into the program and allow my body to adapt to the new work out routine.
Perhaps I have an obsession with the number 100, but starting today I am also going to start a push-up program. I have had an app on my iPhone for most of this year called “100 pushups.” The app gives a program much like many running programs in which daily workouts are done building up the endurance to complete 100 pushups. I have started this program and failed to make it past week 3 multiple times.
I enjoy running. Running is not working out to me, it’s more like meditation. I have no issues sticking with a running program because I enjoy training. However, with push ups and my failed attempts at 90 day programs, I fail because I genuinely do not enjoy them. However, next year my running goals will be greatly aided by my devoting myself to getting in better overall physical fitness.
So I am putting myself on report. In early December I will complete P90X2. I will follow this push-up program and eventually complete 100 push-ups. By December I should also be able to complete long runs of over 10 miles again and start working on speed work. If you follow me on twitter (@RevInkedByrd), see me out running, if you’re at my house on football Saturday, if you see me at all ask me what I have done today. One of my hopes for this blog is to make me more accountable. If I get asked what I have done today and I say nothing then maybe the embarrassment will encourage me to keep going past week 3.
I would like to encourage a few comments this go around. Last week I had a ton of views and would like to hear back from you. What current goals are you working towards? What are you going to accomplish between now and the first of the year? Only 119 more days.
Look out next week for a long overdue race report from my first 50 miler, the Washington DC North Face Endurance Challenge.
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