"TrailRunnerGuy" Ramblings.
Arizona Trail-race Ingredients: Heat. Overtaper. Undertrain. Peer Pressure. Make it a challenge, right?
Big
picture: When a whole bunch of your fellow trailrunning friends sign
up for the Aravaipa Sinister 54k less than an hour from home, one does
not simply sign up for the 27k instead. My first thought: This was
probably going to hurt. A lot. My second thought; pretty much the same
as the first. Eventually pulled the trigger on the "submit
registration" button through the AravaipaRunning.com site meant there
was no going back now. I sign
up for a race, and I run it. Through sickness and in health. And heat. And aliens.
My concerns: I had missed a lot of training the prior 4-5 months. Was in bed sick for over a week at one point. Then strained my calf and hammy pretty bad on the very first run back on the road (duh). One more week+ of nearly zero running (or 11:00/mi swearing and walking a couple times, then retiring from running at one point. Then un-retiring.). Add another couple weeks of only 1 or 2 runs nursing these issues. Finally, it was do or die time at the end of March: 4-5 weeks of approx 40-45 mi/week. Usually only on 3 total runs to get my 40 miles. Not a great approach, but much better than before. This upcoming 54k (roughly 34 miles on this course)...it'll be a good pain though. Right? Sucker.
My concerns: I had missed a lot of training the prior 4-5 months. Was in bed sick for over a week at one point. Then strained my calf and hammy pretty bad on the very first run back on the road (duh). One more week+ of nearly zero running (or 11:00/mi swearing and walking a couple times, then retiring from running at one point. Then un-retiring.). Add another couple weeks of only 1 or 2 runs nursing these issues. Finally, it was do or die time at the end of March: 4-5 weeks of approx 40-45 mi/week. Usually only on 3 total runs to get my 40 miles. Not a great approach, but much better than before. This upcoming 54k (roughly 34 miles on this course)...it'll be a good pain though. Right? Sucker.
My
friends: Chris, Adam, and Kevin had already signed up for the long one,
so after I did the same, I then decided to help spread the suffering.
Apparently I helped convince my San Diego fellow freak ultra-friend
Leslie aka "Ms Ragnar", to join in on the fun. I received a text screen
shot of her confirmation page just a couple days before the race. Very cool.
Gonna be a party in the desert.
Historically on this date, temps are
usually no higher than 90* for a 7:00 p.m. start and quickly cools as
the sun goes down around 8:00 p.m.. Pretty warm, but not a big deal. But
wait..., the forecast was increasing each day leading up to the actual
event. First 92-ish, then 95, then 98...just super. Gonna be a pretty
warm one.
Random background: After some 20+ mile, mid-day, 5,000' climbing death-runs last Summer with Patrick and Jenn, I knew I had to manage my fluids much better than usual (a Moon Pie and a Cherry Coke in 100 degrees just don't cut it, trust me. I needed a special kind of therapy after that.). Specifically, I wanted to avoid a return of the bulging alien-mating ritual that took place my legs. There could be nothing worse than a public, embarrassing feature of that circus freakshow. Go ahead. Picture me rolling around the dirt. Mostly fetal position yet some arched-back, and doing a sort of kung-fu "stretch this calf, clinch that hammy, and don't shart my pants." All while in short shorts. It's actually quite hilarious to see it in person. Ask around., Only thing that could be worse, while all this is happening, try to feed me some mushrooms and watch me convulse in an Olympics-worthy rhythmic gagging.
Random background: After some 20+ mile, mid-day, 5,000' climbing death-runs last Summer with Patrick and Jenn, I knew I had to manage my fluids much better than usual (a Moon Pie and a Cherry Coke in 100 degrees just don't cut it, trust me. I needed a special kind of therapy after that.). Specifically, I wanted to avoid a return of the bulging alien-mating ritual that took place my legs. There could be nothing worse than a public, embarrassing feature of that circus freakshow. Go ahead. Picture me rolling around the dirt. Mostly fetal position yet some arched-back, and doing a sort of kung-fu "stretch this calf, clinch that hammy, and don't shart my pants." All while in short shorts. It's actually quite hilarious to see it in person. Ask around., Only thing that could be worse, while all this is happening, try to feed me some mushrooms and watch me convulse in an Olympics-worthy rhythmic gagging.
John, Leslie, Chris. |
Kevin, Adam, John |
Finally, to race day. It's friggen hot out. Nothing like the 110s/115s we eventually acclimate to during late-Summer, but we're just not really ready for that yet. At least I'm not. Some thermometers were showing at or
just over 100 degrees. Leslie made it to town, possibly driving faster
than recommended, but we met up at the Toby Jones residence in Queen Creek, got changed
into our "Team Neon-short-shorts-wear", received our pep-talks from Toby, and were
off to the San Tan Mountain Regional Park to get underway.
Loops #1 and #2. The
54k is a series of 6 loops over a 9km counter-clockwise loop. Passing through the finish line after each completion. The
entire course very runable, mostly flat, with a few hills and some rocky sections. Maybe just 400' or so of climbing over each
loop. Pretty uneventful first couple loops. Started out way too fast
with the top guys, and after 1/2 mile realized I'd be facing the kung-fu
fighter/pants-crapping ritual if I didn't slow it up right away. Settled back into a
very comfortable and conservative pace. Chatted with a few guys who were 100k/100-mile
veterans just out for a very long training run. Some ripped through it like an
easy 5 miler, and some ended as victims of the heat. Having said that,
as the sun sets in April/May in the desert, it usually cools pretty
fast. This day did not cool very fast...at all. No worries though, just
run smart and have fun.
Loops #3 and #4: After
a couple more loops and running a bit on and off with
Adam, I finished my 4th loop (23-ish miles) still feeling decent. I then see Chris (and a few others) somewhere in the dropbag
area, Chris sitting in a chair, head down, looking "not 100%." Uh oh. His wife said he
got pretty dizzy and wasn't feeling well. (He ran those first 4 loops pretty hard.) He eventually got himself set up
with a head/hair thing full of ice cubes in hopes he'd cool down and
recover. Gave him a few extra minutes to regroup, get some add'l
calories in him, and dragged him back out there. Look at me being all demanding and stuff! ;) (usually it's the other
way around and full disclosure: for me, that short break was likely a
blessing in disguise.).
Before we depart I see Kevin. Looking "not super. Drunk-like." Turned out his eyesight went completely wacky and couldn't see 2 feet in front of him (pun intended). He wisely stopped after 24 miles and became the "Supportive Blind Man." Felt bad for him as I knew he was totally capable of finishing the whole thing... Okay, back to the race, let's go already, Chris - only 18k left! We've got this! For the
early part of this 5th loop we were pretty much power-hiking most of the
hills and slow-running the rest. Adam had see-sawed back and forth a
bit, both ahead and then behind us as he had some leg stuff going on. He
would later bounce back - in a big way.
Loop #5: Surprising really. I'm actually feeling pretty good as all 3 of us were together, able
to pick up the pace a little, still power-hiking some of the steeper
stuff and making decent time running the flats and downhills. Adam's
legs recovered very well, and Chris apparently got his core temp lower so he was
back in business too. Knowing we were about to have just a single loop
left soon, I was finally confident my body wasn't going to fall apart. My
plan of consuming: a 20-oz bottle of some sort of electrolyte fluids,
plus 2 salt caps, and a Gu/gel almost every single loop worked just as planned. I
actually felt great - no hints of cramping or stomach issues. I was
definitely getting tired, but still felt solid and any worries of a
possible disaster were now almost non-existent. The only remaining drama was
forcing myself to choke down that final raspberry Gu without some sort
of side-show. Really, I couldn't pick a more nasty-ass flavor? Did I miss
choosing the Rootbeer-Salmon flavored one? Worst thing to consume ever?
Felt like it. Best thing for me. No doubt. Calories = energy.
Loop #6: With
no more food needed, on the 6th and final loop, the 3 of us basically
supported each other and the pace just kept gradually getting faster and
faster (this is all relative - we weren't running 5 min miles!). One
thing I noticed - all the piles of puke around the course. Seriously,
like 30-40 of them. Guess it was hot.
We did eventually see Leslie on an uphill section during her 5th loop. She gave me the look. THAT look. You know the one: "thank you, you smelly jerk-faced jerk, for inviting me to this special desert hell." (or something like that). I felt kinda bad, said a few positive words, and caught back up to Chris and Adam. Knowing she's a total trooper and would finish no matter what, I didn't worry too much.
We did eventually see Leslie on an uphill section during her 5th loop. She gave me the look. THAT look. You know the one: "thank you, you smelly jerk-faced jerk, for inviting me to this special desert hell." (or something like that). I felt kinda bad, said a few positive words, and caught back up to Chris and Adam. Knowing she's a total trooper and would finish no matter what, I didn't worry too much.
Finishing Up: Finally, with about 1 mile left you can somewhat see the finish area
and hear the occasional cowbells and cheering. Time to finish this
bad-boy up and get some pizza! That last section (1/2 mi or so) we were
really moving (or so it felt like it). Coming into the finish we were
somewhere in the 7:00's/mi pace and all crossed the finish line
together.
High-fives
all around. Smiles everywhere. Convincing myself I wasn't going to
hurl. (For the record. Didn't.). We finished in around 6 hours 19
minutes. Hardly the time we wanted, but given the heat and "excessive aid station loitering", it was more about having fun and pushing each other around the
course. Leslie, as expected, didn't ever consider giving up (duh!). Even
though she told me she retired from running and was taking up soccer
again with 1 loop to go. That decision was soon reversed. She gutted out that last 9k
loop and came in with another guy. And of course, all smiles. What a
blast.
Next race? TBD. Though probably an Aravaipa one. Adrenaline in mid-June? :)