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Thursday, June 1, 2017

My Juice Cleanse Adventure (Part II)

In this second part of my blog, I wanted to give everyone some unbridled insight to some of the things (1) I knew would happen and (2) some of things I didn't realize out happen as a result of my 3-day juice cleanse.

Some are probably 'like, duh' moments and others will probably be 'hmmm, that's interesting...' moments. Others may just gross you out.

Lastly, I'll talk a bit more about where I'm mentally and physically now that it's been about a week after the detox.

What I Expected

Here's the short list of things I experienced during the 3 days I took the juice cleanse/detox:
  1. Low energy levels (days 1 and 2)
  2. Being grumpy (days 1 and 2)
  3. Being hungry most of the time
  4. Hard time concentrating
  5. High water consumption
  6. Peeing a LOT
  7. Little to no activity/exercising
  8. "How come you're not eating dinner daddy?"


Things I Did Not Expect

Some of these things surprised me given you're barely eating for 3 days. They may surprise you too!
  1. Headaches
  2. A good night's sleep
  3. Actually enjoying the taste of the juices
  4. The big pile of plastic bottles
  5. 2 hours between juices passes quickly
  6. No diarrhea (c'mon, everyone poops!)
  7. I missed chewing
  8. I brushed my teeth every 2-4 hours
  9. Nice not worrying about meal prep each day

After The Detox

As I mentioned in the previous post, it took 2 full days post-detox to feel a normal sense of eating come back to my schedule. I was snacking on fruit, some bars, veggies and salad throughout these days but never really felt like pounding a cheeseburger or preparing a full meal. I tried to kick back some pizza and a beer but (1) I got indigestion really bad and (2) was drunk after a couple sips.

I stayed close to the toilet in the days following the detox too. It's almost like my stomach and colon forgot what they were supposed to do with real food. It has taken a good week to get back on my 'normal' schedule.

My lack-of-caffeine-and-sugar-headaches continued a bit into days 5 and 6 but dissipated early in the day. By the 7th day, I had no more headaches and no more cravings for my morning coffee.

I'm still allowing myself some sugar (e.g., candy) here and there but the funny part is that I'll take 2 pieces and yet only eat 1. It seems I'm more satiated with less (sugar) now after the cleanse.

The same goes for food. Having fewer calories for 3 days definitely tells the body that 'hey, you can survive on less'. The weird part is that it crosses over psychologically and I've honestly been able to eat less and still be satisfied after my meals. You might think my energy levels would be lower too both without caffeine and fewer calories but to the contrary, having lost 10 pounds it seems the tax on my body and mind is less than before I started.

Lunch today. 500 calories...and I was stuffed!

I definitely feel more obligated to eat well and more mindful of what I'm consuming these days. While I've stated before that my primary reason for doing this was simply to feel better, keeping the weight off is also a post-detox motivator...I mean, who wouldn't right?

Closing Thoughts

In general, I think the cleanse did exactly what I wanted - it made me realize that food is fuel and that your body will react according to what you put in it. Treat it poorly and it takes longer for the body to heal. Treat it well and your energy, self-image and weight will be rewarded.

Physically I feel great now that my schedule is back to normal. I had a great run yesterday and my cross-training has never been better.

My food yesterday. Not starving!

I know that some people might look at this as a quick and easy way to lose weight but in reality it requires a lifestyle change. Now, it wasn't a huge stretch for me to get back to this place but I don't want to give anyone the idea that a single detox will change your life. As I said, I had strayed for a while and just needed to get back on course.

There are 1, 2, 3-day and 7-day options if you're just beginning or a seasoned veteran. Whatever you do and where ever you get your juices from, make sure you feel comfortable with the program and sticking with it for the duration. I'd also recommend a program that incorporates nut milks for protein - especially if it's your first time.


I'm not sure a juice cleanse is for everyone either. You should consult your doctor if you're unsure...and don't do it just because I did. You may have a completely different experience and totally hate it. Have your own reasons and incorporate it into your lifestyle change, rather than just a quick fix.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

My Juice Cleanse Adventure (Part I)

I had been spiraling for a while.

Training was done. All races complete. Warmer temps had arrived.

My mind said, "It's ok to eat like you're running everyday". But the body fires back and says, "Cool, I'm gonna store all this shit for later!"

15 pounds heavier (since April 5) and hating myself every time I ate or had a beer, I decided to turn the bus around and do a couple things - (1) start tracking my food and (2) do a juice cleanse.

To be clear, this isn't about vanity or being a certain weight. I'm the best father, husband and friend when I feel good about myself. I want to enjoy pizza and beer while staying moderately active. This requires discipline, good choices and balance...all the things I'd lost perspective on over the last 30 days.

Tracking Food

I've used MyFitnessPal in the past to track food. Yes, it's a pain in the ass if you're making complicated meals throughout the day but for most of us who try to eat healthy, it requires nothing more than scanning a bar code.


MyFitnessPal figures out your caloric goals based on weight, height and activity level. Mine is 2130. Now you might say that sounds like a lot but it's really not when you think about it. That's about 700 calories for lunch, breakfast and dinner...making no mention of snacks (I'm a snacker), beer or deserts!

Why I like tracking food:
  1. You're forced to look at serving size.

    There is a problem in the US with portion sizes. We assume a plate full of food that isn't the size of our head isn't a good deal. What you think is a serving size is likely grossly exaggerated!
  2. You get a cross-section of all the nutrients you're consuming - fats, protein, carbs, sugar, salt etc.

    There is a healthy ratio of how much nutrients we should be consuming and if you're like me, one (or multiple) categories are typically high on a daily basis.
My pre-cleanse food log (note red numbers at the bottom...not good!)

Juice Cleanse

I've never done a juice cleanse before but in the reading I've done and the folks I've talked to, it's touted as a great way to reset the digestive system, cleanse the stomach, liver, kidneys and intestines...not to mention lose a few pounds in the process.

As I researched local places to buy the juice cleanse, there were definitely some things that stood out for me. See my little chart below to see what I mean.

Company Ingredients Listed Chain Day Options (3-day) Cost
Nekter Yes Yes 1, 2, 3 or 5-day $119.85
Raw Organic Juice AZ No No 3 or 5-day $109.00
Nourish 123 Yes No 1, 3 or 7-day $200.00

I called each place asking additional questions about the cleanse program and ultimately went with Nourish123 even though there were more expensive. The others (1) did not use organic fruits and vegetables, (2) did not know the ingredients of their juices, and (3) were fairly annoyed with my extensive questions.

Only Nourish123 spent about an hour with me on the phone to discuss not just the product but the underlying reason(s) I was looking to do a cleanse. I liked that the owners are holistic nutritionists and were happy to share both their insight and wisdom with me.

Juicing Intro

There are 8 drinks a day for 3 days. 6 are juices and 2 are nut milks. One every 2 hours. That means starting at 6 am and ending at 8 pm. You're encouraged to drink as much water as possible too. You're discouraged from chewing gum as it triggers the hunger centers of the brain (and belly!)

The line up for the day


Day 1

Not happy or a fan...
Feeling pretty invincible, I went for a run to start this day. Just 5 miles but coming home in a caloric deficit was probably not the smartest thing to do.

Either way, I'm ready.

10 am: I'm starving.
2 pm: Mmmm, that one was pretty good.
6 pm: I've got a headache.
9 pm: Going to bed early

Day 2

One of my favs
I purposefully did not plan a workout or run knowing that my energy levels would be lower. And I was right. Considered skipping work. When will this headache go away?

8 am: I miss coffee.
12 pm: I'd really like something to chew on.
4 pm: Don't look at me - I'm hangry!
6 pm: Still have a headache.
9 pm: Please don't dream about food.

Day 3

The headache subsides and I wake up with what feel like normal energy levels and a reasonable disposition (according to my wife and kids). I'm already thinking about tomorrow and what food I'm going to inhale for lunch...thai, teriyaki, maybe a burger? lol

It's what's for dinner.

8 am: Didn't even think about coffee.
12 pm: Half way there. I got this.
4 pm: Blech, that's the one I don't like.
6 pm: "Dad, can we go get fro-yo?"
10 pm: Went to bed at normal time.

Last 'juice'!


Day 4 and 5

This is where it gets interesting. My big plans of eating everything in site was definitely not what my body wanted to do. In fact, nothing at all sounded or tasted good!

I was nibbling Day 4, trying to find small things to munch on - soups, noodles, fruit and bread were the only thing that sounded good at all. I did manage to put down a piece of pizza that night but man did I pay for it the next day :-(

Day 5 consumption has been slightly better but I still don't have my full appetite back. But maybe that's the point of the cleanse...

Day 6 and 7

I have my appetite back but in the back of my mind I always wonder, "Am I really hungry?" or "How hungry am I?" I've become satisfied with less food and haven't had a ton of cravings or the strong desire to eat certain things.

Just in time for Memorial Day weekend, I felt back to normal. Healthier, down almost 10 pounds and ready to have a few beers with friends.

Part II Preview

You probably have more questions about the actual process, how I felt, what I was thinking and how the adjustment back to 'real' food went...well fear not, I wrote a second blog to give you the gory details!

Stay tuned!

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Black Canyon 100k race report

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness...
~Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
There is inherently a level of stupidity that accompanies an ultra-marathon regardless of the distance. Combine that with atypical Arizona weather conditions - rain, wind and cold temperatures - and 2 types of people showed up for the Black Canyon 100k this year:
  1. This sucks. I hate running. I quit.
  2. Play in the mud? Cool! Sounds awesome!
This historically hot and dry race got flipped on its head as a storm front moved through central Arizona over the weekend dumping almost 1.5" of rain and dropping evening temperatures into the mid-30's.

The Dicken's quote is significant for me because despite the conditions and change to the course, this was perhaps my best worst race ever...

Start to Antelope Mesa (mile 7.3)

Adrenaline combined with race-day excitement makes the first couple miles of the race whiz by as you're running through the streets of Mayer. Once we turned onto the Forest Service road however, I had serious doubts in my head that this race was going to happen.

...and this was when it was in good shape!
Photo: SweetM Images
Think about the deepest, stickiest mud you can possibly imagine - the kind where your shoes sinks in 3-4 inches, creates enough suction and causes your heel to pop out of your shoe. After about 50 feet of this (a) running is not longer an option, (b) the cumulative mud-pack on the bottom of your shoes has made you 6" taller and (c) your groin is strained from all the lateral slipping.

It's a good thing you eventually hop onto the AZT - which was in MUCH better shape...I wasn't about to spend the entire day slogging through a mud-bog.

Antelope Mesa to Hidden Treasure (mile 12.5)

I don't remember anything super-good or bad about this section. The AZT was in pretty good shape and the wind started to die down but other than that, my focus was settling into a solid pace.

This would be the first time I'd see my crew as well. Apparently, I already looked defeated...while I don't remember acting like I was going to drop, GG says he deliberately rushed me through the aid station just to be sure :-)

Yes, it's still raining.

Hidden Treasure to Bumble Bee (mile 19.2)

Aside from the mileage and consistent hammering your knees take from the downhill portion of this course, I don't remember having any issues through this 20 miles.

The rain started to subside a bit but not enough to ditch the rain coat. The awesome part of this race is that the AZT is extremely friendly to runners and of course net downhill. It's also the part that can trash your quads because it's way too easy to fly down the course.

I made a point this year to keep my pace in check no matter what (I didn't pick a pace, I just settled into one that felt like I could run all day).

Due to the course change, I did spend quite a bit of time considering what I would need to take for the next 20 miles. Bumble Bee is the last place you see your crew for the next 5-6 hours.


Bumble Bee ONB (mile 42.2)

Fast-forward a bit. I've left Bumble Bee and arrive at Gloriana Mine to find multiple trail friends hanging out and cheering everyone on. It's always a great feeling to have folks around propping you up and yelling words of encouragement.

Should I go on? Absolutely!
Photo: TA Mora

Leaving Gloriana Mine, you head off on what looks like a very reasonable section of trail only to see a big-ass climb in front of you...specks of people making their way up and over to the turn-around point (Soap Creek). It was a climb but nothing too horrible.

Sweet mother of Mary, the rain has stopped. Is it getting warm?!

Descending into Black Canyon City, it's very easy to go crazy on the descent. But I didn't. I kept my relaxed pace and let gravity do most of the work.

What seemed like forever, I finally got to the turn around point and nearly stripped down to nothing because it was so warm compared to the start. I was dreading the climb back up the mountain but ended up chatting with a new Dirtbag friend from Phoenix...turns out we have a few friends in common - such a small world. The time passed quickly and before long, we'd crested and were heading back down into Gloriana Mine.

Still, no rain.

Lots of people stopped at Gloriana to change their socks and shoes. It made me wonder if I'd made a mistake only having nutrition waiting for me. I didn't really have any feet issues at the time and was honestly debating on whether to change them when I got back to Bumble Bee. My Peregrine + Injinji combo were solid up to that point even with the moisture and mud so I figured why change what's working?

Turns out, changing shoes at Bumble Bee was the best thing EVER. In fact, I changed everything to ensure I started the final stretch as dry as I could.

And then the rain started again.

Bumble Bee to Antelope Mesa (mile 54.1)

After my extensive wardrobe change, RM would pick me up to begin pacing. An uneventful stretch would put us into Hidden Treasure just as darkness set in...earlier than normal because of the cloud cover. The weather of course was poised to get nasty.

Somewhere around mile 50 the Stinger chews weren't happening. I can only surmise that I was eating too much and over-hydrating. Cause I spewed. Hard. A couple lurches and my stomach emptied...and instantly I felt better! Carry on! :-)

The rain was now near horizontal and escalated to real drops that made runners, crew and aid stations just miserable. Now add the 20 mph winds and colder temperatures and we knew by the time we reached Antelope Mesa, the last 7 miles were going to be a doozy.

Antelope Mesa to Finish (61.4)

This aid station was a complete mess. Barely big enough for the tables and volunteers, runners and crew were doing their best to cram under the flapping tent wings in hopes of staying warm.

Though the trek out of the valley to the final aid station was slow and steady, I had not allowed my core temperature to drop - always moving and still bundled up. I did have a problem with my hands however - they were cold and soaked from the rain...biting even more in the sharp winds.

GG stepped into pace the last 7 miles and also offered up his completely water-proof gloves. Definitely clutch!

Off we went into what I already knew was going to be the messiest, slowest and wettest part of the run given what we'd slogged through earlier that day. Man, it did not disappoint.

No path was dry. No line was solid. You'd slip. You'd slide. You couldn't tell the mud from the rocks. The only thing you could do was run straight through the massive puddles clinging to what little balance and foot strength you had left...praying you didn't fall on your face.

"That's not mud chuck-o"

The only saving grace or running through cold water is that it helps with swollen feet!

Before long we found ourselves on solid ground and within site of the city lights fighting the wind gusts and rain pelting the right side of our faces. We both swore it was sleet but I'm guessing it was just a cold rain with a little sting in it.

I've never been so happy to run roads than I was those last couple miles back to the high school! You know it's a tough stretch when you pass 3 different solo runners bundled up in their silver/gold emergency blankets.

I would run into the track with little to no fanfare - RM taking some video and a lonely volunteer at the finish line attempting to take my picture. Happy to be done I thanked them, grabbed by pint and buckle and continued to run towards the high school gym were my warm clothes and food were waiting.

Not a single blister...thanks Injinji!

Closing Thoughts

The best worst race ever: I paced myself completely from the start and ran 75% of the course. Despite the elements, I fueled and hydrated well, kept moving and never got mental about the distance or trail conditions. I finished 30 minutes slower than last year's 'normal' conditions...perhaps faster had I not stopped to change clothes 5 times :-)

Cross-training = strength: last year, my knees and quads took a pounding on the course. This year, after hours and hours of strength training, I felt stronger than ever over the entire day. Tired, but never weak from the elevation loss/gain.

Be prepared: I freely admit that even with as many layers of clothes and rain coats I brought with me, I was not fully prepared for the resulting cold and rain. Had it not been for my crew, a waterproof rain coat and gloves my race would have likely ended in a DNF. Never take the Arizona elements for granted.



Saturday, December 31, 2016

2016 running wrap-up

I have been and always will be a nerd so not showing the numbers from 2016 would be a crime.


I can honestly say that I'm super-happy with the way things went this year. I was able to get in a number of great races, remain injury-free and have some great experiences in the meantime.

In the clouds of Montblanc near Chamonix

My races for the year included:


In hindsight, the best thing about running in 2016 had nothing to do with my personal accomplishments as a runner but as a coach, mentor and leader of the trail running community here in the East Valley.

I have come to enjoy the social element of running much more than the actual pursuit of buckles or medals. There is a part of me that wants to continue and train and be fit but the part that's taken over this year was finding ways to bring people together - whether it's for trail work, group runs or Christmas parties. I'm extremely proud of what I've helped others accomplish this year.

May 2016 crew cleaning up San Tan
I'm not sure what 2017 holds for races - the calendar is largely blank. I would like to pursue my coaching certificate and help others achieve their running goals for the year.

Tahoe Rim Trail 100 awesomeness!

I hope the San Tan Trail Runners group continues to grow. I hope new friendships emerge. I hope others are inspired to set new goals for themselves in the coming year.

Happy 2016 to you all.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Race report: Tahoe Rim Trail 100

The Shadows of Doubt

There is never a great time to train for a 100-miler. It takes time, a commitment to early mornings and a huge sacrifice by your family. Well, what happens when you/they don't have that time to give?

You honestly just do the best you can.

The final 6 weeks heading into my training for the Tahoe Rim Trail 100 would be spent traveling and floating through this quasi-vacation-drinking-beer-eating-ice-cream-mode while visiting family and friends in North and South Dakota. Don't get me wrong, I had been running consistently (shorter distances) and focusing on leg workouts during the week, but the prospect of getting out for long-runs was a sad combination of laziness, humidity and the previous nights beer consumption.

I felt strong but a little rusty given that my last ultra-distance was almost 4 months prior on a very flat course.


As I lined up to start my hundred mile TRT journey, I couldn't help think of the many things working against me that day:

  • A new, unproven nutrition "strategy"
  • A single 20-mile long run over that 6 weeks
  • A forgotten Garmin (yes, I left it at the hotel)
  • A shit-ton of climbing and descending (18,000'+)
  • Being above 9,000' (with no elevation training)
I'm not the kind of person that freaks out about this stuff though. I go with the flow...and that's exactly what I planned to do.


The First 50

The start of every race is an exciting rush of the unknown. Yea you watch the videos and read everyone's race report but there's nothing ever quite like putting your feet on the trail and feeling the air thin as you ascend into the mountains. I was just excited to be there and taking in the experience.

A blessing and a curse. Great for mileage and aid, bad for seeing what lies ahead!

My strategy was simple - hold a conservative pace (i.e., hike a ton), eat often and don't take any risks.

Well, you know how strategies go sometimes...

As expected, I hiked most of the ups but didn't realize the rest of the course would be in such great condition and a perfect grade for running. There are a couple steep sections (Red House loop is the only mental scar I have) but for the most part you can expect to confidently run quite a bit of this course.

I would have loved to stop more often to take pictures - the altitude, landscapes, blooming flowers and the Lake Tahoe-filled-horizon were indeed breathtaking - it's one of the many reasons I love being able to power my adventures with my own two feet.


It turns out that my pace estimates and crew guidance were complete shit. Despite not having my Garmin and experiencing a bit of nausea above 9,000' I was fueling well and making good time. How good? I arrived at the 50K mark (Diamond Peak) almost 3 hours ahead of my projections. [Strava link]

The shitty part about that was I had no crew waiting for me. I wouldn't see them again until mile 50 and they had my Garmin...

Without wasting much time or energy at Diamond Peak I psyched myself up for this supposed-son-of-a-bitch-climb out of the aid station. I overheard someone tell their runner as I was leaving, "Don't worry, it will be easier the second time". As I slogged up those 2 miles I kept thinking to myself, how the fuck is this going to be easier with 80 miles on my legs?!

After climbing that ski slope and turning around to enjoy the view of Lake Tahoe, I realized that I had a pretty good shot about being half-way done in just over 13 hours. This was a bit more aggressive than I expected but I was more excited that it would leave me 21-22 hours to do the loop again.

Somewhere before Diamond Peak
Leaving the Snow Peak aid station however, it was clear to me that the downhill portion of this race was taking its toll on my knees. There aren't enough lunges in the world you can do during training to help your knees from the constant downhill pounding. Good thing the last 5.5 miles are all downhill [sarcasm]!

I would arrive at the 50-mile mark just about 7 pm. The aid station was a huge party with runners and crew all over the place...

The Last 50

I took a chair in the medical area to have a couple blisters on my left foot attended to. After what seemed like an eternity, a medic finally came over and started cleaning, lancing and taping my toes. The funny part is that I changed my left sock and kept my right one on (if it ain't broke, don't fix it!).

Soda, grilled cheese, Ramen soup, jacket, headlamp, more soda, cold quesadillas and a change of clothes topped the priority list as darkness began to fall at Spooner Lake. GG and I would take off for the final 50 miles and disappear into the night.

I was able to ice my knees at the aid station too. It was one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time but turns out it literally crippled me leaving that 50-mile aid station.

GG: "Let's try and run this flat section"
Trevor's knees: "Screw off."

GG: "Can we run now?"
Trevor's knees: "No. Screw off."

GG: "Are we going to walk all night?"
Trevor's knees: "Yes. So screw off."

30 miles. All night. Through the dust. Through the windy ridge-lines. Power-hiking the ups and gingerly walking all the downs.

It's funny looking back and thinking about all the excuses I was trying to make to drop out of the race...
"...my knees hurt"
"...I don't want to walk another 50 miles"
"...I don't want to chase cut-offs"
"...I don't want to eat any more gels"
"...I'm choking on all the dust"

After voicing a few of these to GG over the course of a couple hours, he finally shut me down with some simple math.

"Look" he said. "You have 21 hours to go 50 miles. Even if you walked at 3 miles an hour, you'll be done in about 17 hours."

It was basically his way of saying, "Shut up. Quit whining and do the work." That's what pacers and crew are for I guess. (I still called him a dick under my breath...)

There's always a point in these races where the mind shifts though - what seems impossible, becomes possible. Where improbable becomes probable. "I can't" changes to "I WILL". I needed reasons to get through the dark and dreary times...

I knew GG needed this training run.
I knew LP and MK were waiting at Diamond Peak.
I was missing my son's birthday.
I added up how much I spent to get here.


Dawn would break about the same time I got back into the Diamond Peak aid station for the second time. Cold, tired and already dreading that long climb up the ski slope, I would pick up a new pacer (LP), some delicious pancakes and hot chocolate.

I threw out a few hints that dropping at 80 miles wouldn't be the worse thing in the world but the funny thing about experienced crew and pacers is that they just laugh and ignore you. My friends are assholes :-)

Who drops after 80 miles though?!

Want to hear something funny?! That climb up the ski slope WAS easier the second time. Granted, it was earlier in the day but LP and I completely crushed that 2 miles and were well on our way to the finish. Now, the only thing left to face was the downhills...

[side bar]
If you have the chance to have a woman pace you at the end of a race, I highly recommend it! I love lady pacers...but probably not for the reasons you think.
:-)
As a dude, that pride kicks in. You don't want to look wimpy or like a total d-bag. So you suck it up. Ladies also have a wonderful way of nurturing and ass-kicking at the same time so that you feel good about being in pain. Having a strong woman in your corner is just the best.
[end side bar]

LP took such great care of me - checking in, creating some chit-chat and even taking pictures/video during our 20 miles together. Her energy and newness to the event was really infectious and kept me power-hiking those hills and starting to run the final 10 miles. We cumulatively spent maybe 10 minutes in the last 4-5 aid stations. Grabbing gels, water and enough of the excitement to propel us forward.

Leaving the final aid station felt glorious. Partly because I pounded 5 Ensure fruit smoothies, but I knew it was in the bag at that point. I just had to make it another 7-ish miles down the hill and along the lake into the finish.

Of course my attitude improved despite the pain in my knees getting worse...I ignored it all. I shut my brain down and ran as best I could...

Blisters on top of blisters.
Short liner rubbing.
Reactivated sunburn.
More. Stinger. Chews.

Those are probably the longest 5 miles I've ever run. But we did it. With plenty of time to spare. We arrived to cheering kids at the Spooner Summit water station...it was awesome to have such energy at the end.

We would walk in the final 1.5 miles to the finish (yes, I ran/hobbled the final 0.2 into the chute) to find GG, MK and the rest of the crew cheering me to the finish. [Strava link]

It was glorious to finally sit down, take off my shoes and pound some real calories.

Finished

This race was always a bucket list race for me. The prestige, scenery and pure challenge made it a destination that I'm so-so happy to have experienced and finished. I'm forever in debt to GG, LP, MK, my family and wife for allowing me to traipse across the wilderness for 33 hours.

I would highly recommend that any ultra-runner put this destination on their list. Whether for the 55k, the 50-miler or the 100-miler it truly is one of THE best races I've done. The volunteers, organization and amenities are truly the best.


I'm sad (and relieved) however to say that don't have any more 100-milers in me. Like a fighter gracefully accepting retirement after the main event or a quarterback stepping down after an illustrious career, I know that it's time to be done with this distance.

It's part physical but it's also priorities and money. Time away from family and the money it takes to earn a buckle is incredibly selfish. I have new friends, great memories and love the idea of helping others achieve these same goals but I need to make room for other things.

By no means am I done running or participating in this amazing community...I just don't need to do any more 100-milers. They hurt.

Gear

In case you're wondering what got me through this race:

  • Shoes: Altra Olympus 3.0 (first 50 mi), HOKA Sinson 3 (second 50 mi)
  • Shorts: Brooks
  • Shirts: INKnBURN, Brooks, Nike Pro Combat compression
  • Socks: Injinji mid-weight trail
  • Nutrition: 4,000 Stinger chews, Humu/Stinger/Clif gels, Bonk Breakers
  • Other stuff: Glide, Base Performance electrolytes and Garmin Fenix 3 watch.
#TRT100 crew, pacers and friends

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Ice, ice baby...

It all started about 3 months ago when I got a red puffy spot on my heal. It was kind of itchy but mostly just swollen and very sensitive to both hot and cold. Desperate for answers I self-diagnosed a mild case of athletes foot before eventually going to the podiatrist.

He honestly wasn't very helpful with the diagnosis (partially because I was experiencing both plantar fasciitis symptoms along with this swelling and redness).

After about 4 days, the swelling and redness went away and I was back to running. Move forward a couple weeks...the same thing was happening to my opposite foot! Convinced it was athletes foot, I was spraying, cleaning and disinfecting all my shoes, the shower and sandals hoping that would prevent future instances. I thought the Tanactin was getting rid of symptoms...

Move forward to last Saturday. I got home from a long run and prepared for my traditional post-run stretching and foot-care rituals. My feet get a little self-massage with Bio-Freeze followed by some ice packs. I usually don't bother with the towels (meaning, I place my feet directly on them) typically for about 20-30 minutes.


Not moments after finishing my 20-30 minutes on the ice packs did my right heel start to sting and throb. WHAT THE HELL! I thought I was over this...

It turns out that ice pack burn is a real thing.


I had heard that putting your skin directly on the pads was like the warning to little kids about sticking your tongue on the icy pole...tempting fate but not necessarily bad for you. Besides, I've been doing this for years...

It's like a sunburn though - the cold burns the skin, blisters and can damage the nerve endings. Except, it's from the cold ice packs...go figure. So note to self - use the little cloth wraps that come with the ice packs!

Also, you shouldn't ice for more than 10 minutes at a time. Even better is that you should ice for 5-10 minutes and then alternate some heat for another 5-10 minutes...3-4 sets of this cold/hot combo.

What are the remedies you ask? Time, aloe and rest. Like you would treat any other burn really. Depending on the severity and location, see a doctor first if you think you need professional care - otherwise, wait for it to heal.

So hear I sit for 3-4 days waiting for this pain to go away (again)...but now I know. And so do you!

Have fun and be safe out there!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Yes, I have Plantar Fasciitis

I know, I know...the situation is dripping with irony.

Not hours after posting the previous article about recognizing the symptoms of plantar fasciitis did my own heel start to swell up making walking (and life) generally uncomfortable. It's one thing to be ignorant but seeing that I JUST wrote an article advocating rest, stretching and time off I was hardly in the position to be a hypocrite to my own advice...

So I took it...

I stretched.
I took time off.
I iced.
I drank beer.

Since it appeared, the pain has never really felt like PF - more of a burning sensation accompanied by some patchy redness, dry skin and swelling. I mean, who needs a doctor when you have WebMD.com?! According to my online diagnosis, it was a small case of athletes foot that would clear up in couple days...


The actual doctor would tell me otherwise unfortunately. X-rays would show a clear calcium spur on the bottom of my heel. And while the initial symptoms have subsided, the dull throb of aching muscles deep within my heel seem to be signaling that my online doctorate degree has failed me once again. If you've ever had PF, deep down you know when it strikes (again). You may not want to believe it, but that won't make it go away...

I'm no longer of the age where mental strength and wishful stupidity will get me through a grueling 100-mile race without causing long-term damage and threatening my training for TRT100 in July. However, being smart and knowing your priorities never makes these emails any easier...

Withdrawing from a race always hurts
So for now, I will lick my wounds, spend some time volunteering at SD100 and try not to think about all the money I've parted with in preparation for this race. Time for rehabilitation, rest and preparing for TRT100...