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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

BH100 Race Report


Given my relative newness to ultra-running, I have not yet experienced many of the premier courses in the US. But if there is a bar to hold them to, it is the Centennial Trail (ole’ 89) of the Black Hills 100. I have never enjoyed a course more than I did this weekend while running the 100k up in Sturgis, SD.
The scenery varies from ponderosa pine and limestone outcrops to sprawling views of Bear Butte and the Badlands. One minute you’re running on pine needles the next you’re running through jungle (like) foliage. The elevation will sneak up on you as well…going up may not be so bad, but the down can be quad-busting inclines on sharp nasty fist-sized chunks of limestone.
Start to Elk Creek (Mile 17)
The early part of this course is very runnable. It’s a mix of pavement (1.2 miles) and single-track up into the Black Hills. As I made my gradual ascent you could already feel the heat beginning to bear down (says the guy from Arizona). Strategically, I started with one hand-held bottle knowing that the cooler temperatures would last at least until my first drop bag at Elk Creek. There were a couple times I questioned that choice but this actually worked out pretty well.
Through mile 17, the only problem I had was just picking up my damn feet. It’s like I forgot how to run! I stubbed my left foot about 10 times and very ungracefully saved myself from falling on my face more than once.
While at the Elk Creek aid station, I munched on some potatoes (with salt), pounded a couple shots of ice-cold Coke, grabbed some gels from my drop bag and mixed up some Vitargo for my second hand-held bottle.
Elevation profile for the Black Hills 100
Elk Creek to Dalton Lake (Mile 29)
The weather continued to get hotter as mid-day approached. Much of this mileage is under the cover of pine trees and not terribly exposed but the air was thick and the radiant heat felt like an early morning run back home in Arizona. Fortunately, I was taking full bottles of water and ice through the aid stations while keeping my belly happy.
Two odd things happened through mile 29 that I won’t easily forget – one, I ran into an old college friend who just happened to be running the trail at the same time. We chatted, said our hellos and went on our way. Second, a very big and determined military man (who was running the 50-mile) had hit the turn around and was repeating over and over, “Birthday cake and beer. Birthday cake and beer.” Evidently, it was his birthday and he wanted beer. Whatever keeps you going.
Me, I was personally looking forward to reaching Dalton Lake to pick up my Camelbak out of my drop bag. I’m glad this worked out because I don’t think I could have carried that extra weight for the first half of the race.
I was still doing well on caloric intake – I again mixed up some Vitargo, munched on potatoes, had a jelly sandwich and ice cold water in my Camelbak. Despite the 100k turn-around being just two miles past this aid stations, multiple folks commented that it felt like an eternity…runners were cramping left-and-right. I personally was doing well. Hydrated and feeling strong, I was still running more than I was walking as I made my way back through the Dalton aid station.
Dalton (through Elk Creek) to Bulldog (Mile 51)
By far, this was the most painful part of my journey as I navigated much of the previous elevation I had climbed early in the day. At this point, my feet were not fresh (I had not changed my socks all day), my gluts were tight and my quads were on fire. Yet, despite the pain, it hurt less to run…so I kept running.
It was also apparent that despite multiple attempts to lather up with sunblock that my shoulders and neck were charred from the sun. Combine that with the additional 7 pounds from a Camelbak full of ice and water, my neck and shoulders were aching quite a bit. I did drop one bottle at Elk Creek to help lighten things up.
Unfortunately, I had gotten ahead of myself mentally. I pictured myself coming out of the woods to the final aid station (Alkali). Needless to say, I was quite disappointed when that didn’t happen. Slightly dejected, I almost gave in to The Chair. I resisted that urge and stayed on my feet. I downed a turkey sandwich, more potatoes, salt, Endurolytes and stocked up on a few more Rice Krispy Treats (my new trail running super-food!). “Ten more miles”, they said. If the previous six had not felt like an eternity, I would have been a bit more enthusiastic about the remaining distance…
Leaving the Bulldog aid station, I was tentatively moving forward to ensure I didn’t do something stupid (like trip and fall on my face). The toughest mental challenge for me at this stage was being able to see and hear the highway prior to reaching the Alkali aid station. You know you’re close but getting past the highway seemed to take forever.
Alkali to Finish
By the time I reached this station, the head lamp was on and it felt like I was spending more time looking for the route markers and critters than the trail in front of me. This was my first time running trail at night and I was erring on the side of being overly-cautious. There was a part of the trail/road that descended into Sturgis that was nothing but sand – no surface reflection, no pebbles, no anything to get your depth perception dialed in. Shuffling would have worked fine if it didn’t kick up a cloud of dust in the process. The visual in my head (which made me chuckle) was “this is what Pig-Pen would look like if he were a trail runner”.
This stretch is also a tease given that you can see the street lights and hear the cars but the way the trail winds, you can’t see the sidewalk until you’re about a quarter mile from the trail head. I have never been so happy to see pavement.
I had made a mental deal with myself (having walked the last 4 miles) that once I hit the pavement I would run to the finish. I stayed true to that as I navigated the last mile or so along the bike path. It hurt like hell and I could feel every single tread on the bottom of my shoes but I kept running as I made my way to Woodle Field.
Crossing the line with all the kids
As I entered the track, it felt a little like that scene from Rocky (or Forrest Gump) where one-by-one, the kids and other folks start to run beside you – cheering and yelling for you in those final steps. It was great to cross the finish line with my arms raised high.
Over 10,800’ of climbing in 16 hours and 52 minutes.Here are my Garmin stats through 42 miles.
There is a nice write-up in the Rapid City Journal as well.

Monday, June 18, 2012

The truth about tapering

Any runner preparing for a race will tell you that aside from the actual training itself, tapering requires just as much discipline and restraint. For weeks on weeks you've been getting up early, trying to eat right and constantly pushing your body and mind until one day, you turn the dial down a notch and begin to taper.

Ultra-runners often have such a warped sense of reality when it comes to training and tapering compared to the rest of the world. In my opinion, tapering is a good reminder to never lose perspective.

Some people hate tapering. Other love it (or at least the break that comes with it).

In either case, there are some universal truths to tapering.

What the runner says: "I can't wait to sleep in"
The truth: Since 5 am is considered sleeping in NOWHERE IN THE WORLD, this is bullsh*t.

What a runner says: "I get aches and pains when I taper"
The truth: These are the collective sighs of each joint, muscle and tendon saying, "Thank you". Get a massage and love them back. They will thank you on race day.


What a runner says: "I'm just going to go for a little run"
The truth: Again, bullsh*t. "Little run" is code for a minimum of 15 miles and 4,500' of elevation gain...


What a runner says: "Now I can eat whatever I want"
The truth: Eating a vat of wings will most certainly NOT make you run faster. Save the burger and beers for after the race.

This is likely my last post before the Black Hills 100(k) next weekend. I am both anxious and a little scared. I am confident in my training...just concerned about the elevation gain.

So yes, I plan to enjoy my taper this week - even if I only 'sleep in' until 5 am.





Monday, June 11, 2012

Published!

About a month ago I wrote a product review for the Trail Running Club (TRC) about OptygenHP by First Endurance. It's a smaller forum of about 1,500 runners and ultra-runners...no big deal. I just like sharing my experiences with various products in the hopes that others get informed before trying them.

Well it turns out that First Endurance liked my review of their product so much that they picked it up, published it and made it their leading story in their online June e-newsletter! The original is here on the Trail Running Club website.

If you're an endurance athlete or reaching for that next level of performance, I highly recommend OptygenHP. Can't say enough good things about this product. Expensive, but good.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

When you take something for granted

Let's face it. Travel sucks.

Even more so, travelling to a place where it rains all the time sucks more.

I'm in Redmond, WA for a few work days and the weather has been, well - not very summer-like. I don't mind the cool weather but it started raining Monday evening and just stopped morning.

Despite my unenthusiastic attitude, I did manage to get 2 hours on the treadmill yesterday. I hated it...but I did it.

This morning, I skipped my run to ensure I got packed in time and into work early to work on...well, work. I'm not very happy with my week of training knowing that the Black Hills 100(k) is now about 2 weeks out and I've yet to stay on pace with my long runs. I should be doing a 31-miler this weekend but even that is going to be challenging due to family events.

I've often complained about the Arizona heat and trying to train when it crosses into the 85-90 degree range....but now that I've spent a few rainy days in Seattle, I'm going to keep my mouth shut and do the work. As a fair-weather athlete, I've come to appreciate the ideal situation we have in Arizona - blue sky 95% of the time is not a bad gig.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Lazy-leg-swagger

For several runs, I've had a lingering dull pain near the upper part of my thigh - borderline groin but it's been hard to pinpoint.

I first experienced this pain during the San Tan Scramble last February...hobbling and humbling, it resulted in my only DNF. Ever.

It has recurred (seemingly randomly) in various situations and distances and despite all my stretching, strengthening and icing I have never been able to figure out what was going on. Until now.

During my run on Saturday, I noticed that as my distance got further and further, my stride changed. Specifically, my right leg got lazy. Instead of pushing my foot straight out in front of me, my lazy leg started to push my foot slightly out to the right. This causes my hips to open up just enough so that my hip flexor and groin have to work a tad harder each stride to propel myself forward and then straighten my hips, knee and foot back in line with each other.

Over several miles, the strain on my hip flexor and groin just caused my right leg to seize up. I really wanted to run some more but it basically said, "No way sucka".

So I conducted a little test for my theory.

My run this morning was focused on keeping good form - throwing my leg straight in front of my knee and limiting the lazy-leg-swagger.

Guess what. No issues. No pain.

I was able to knock out 6 miles with a pretty good pace considering I put 20 in the books the day before.

We'll see if my theory holds up this week.