A couple of weeks ago, I was all geared up for racing the
Elephant Mountain 22k and I was looking forward to a good hard race to give me
some indication as to how things were going since ATY. Unfortunately, Andy was
called away to a job in Canada at the last minute which meant I was home alone
in the couple of days leading up to the race.
I really didn’t mind being on my own and still had every
intention of getting out to Cave Creek for a good run, but our elderly cat had
other ideas and for the best part of 5 hours during the early hours of Saturday
morning, he meowed and meowed and meowed. By the time he eventually went quiet,
I had fallen into a deep sleep, missing my alarm and disappointingly missing
the race.
I was extremely frustrated as I knew that my training had
been going really well, I was feeling good and I had been ready to race hard. I
desperately wanted to put in some effort to test my current fitness and I
figured the only way to do this was to hit the nearby trails and run those by
myself but to pick up the pace. I always find it difficult doing tempo runs
unless they are in race conditions and even more so on the trails, but I was
determined to push out of my comfort zone to mimic racing as much as possible.
I’ve said on several occasions that Strava is a love it or
hate it kind of thing. It’s so easy for people to cheat (seriously, how do
people do 100,000 ft of climbing within 2 days of the month starting?! And how
come that sub 3 minute mile on the local roads hasn’t made it into the record
books yet?!), but if you use it for yourself rather than comparing against
others, it really can be a useful tool.
So that’s what I did. I ran a route on both Saturday and
Sunday to see how I compared to my previous efforts and I was delighted to see
that I had achieved shiny new PRs on pretty much all of the segments including
the climbs, and my 13 mile PR on the large loop at Apache Wash was smashed
right out of the proverbial water. OK, I know it’s chopped cabbage as Andy
would say, but for me it indicated that I’m still pretty fit and training is
heading in the right direction.
With Andy being away, I even sneaked in a couple of little
hikes with the dogs. We had a fantastic morning over at Deem Hills one day and
the dogs were suitably sleepy afterwards. Much as they all love the dog park, I
feel like we bond much better when out on a hike and the dogs for sure seem to
enjoy themselves more with so many new things to sniff at and different things
to explore. We even shared a bottle of water and a few doggy biscuits at the
top of the hill whilst we caught our breaths and admired the views 😊 I love spending time with the dogs, probably more so than running on my own - the only thing that beats both is running on the trails with the dogs, and that really is magic!
Hikes with the pups :-) |
Black Canyon 60k was just 2 weeks after Elephant Mountain
and after a really good 10 mile progression run, I was starting to feel excited
about racing. But come midweek, the wind had gone out of my sails. I was due to
start my period and the heavy legged and sluggish feeling was settling in – I
was not happy. I’d gone from feeling really excited to suddenly feeling fat,
heavy, miserable, and really not in the mood. The other issue was that I still
didn’t know whether Andy would be back in time for the race and with being a
point to point race, it messed up the logistics of getting to the start and
then back home afterwards. Then there was the crewing. Normally Andy would be
at the aid stations making sure I was eating and drinking and to attend to any
blisters etc which takes away some of thinking for me and allows me to just
focus on putting one foot in front of the other. I figured that this time
though, it was “only” a 60k race, so I’d already kind of made the decision to
race without any crew, any drop bags, and certainly no pacers, making use
instead of the amazing volunteers along the way that I knew would look out for
me as well as all the other runners on the trail.
As it happened, Andy got back on the Thursday and could have
come to the race, but he was so tired from all the 20 hour days whilst on site
that in the end, he just dropped me at Black Canyon City at 6am so I could get
the shuttle bus to the start, and he would then come back later once I’d
finished.
The drive up to Mayer was pretty relaxed and I got talking
to a lady from Albuquerque in New Mexico. She was running her first ultra today
and was asking lots of questions which kind of took my mind off the racing. It
was a pleasure to chat to her and it was great to see her name in the results
afterwards and knowing that she had successfully finished.
We arrived at the school just as the 100k runners were
setting off and it was a good 5 or 10 minutes until the entire field had made
their way out onto the course proper. I never realised how well attended the
100k was until then and it was a great sight to see.
The 60k wasn’t due to start for another hour, so I headed
inside to get warm – it was extremely chilly with a gusty wind blowing although
the sun was shining, unlike last year where we had hours and hours of
persistent rain to contend with! I hung out in the school hall, feeling pretty
relaxed and a little less grumpy about racing now that I was actually here. As
I sat on the wooden floor waiting, I still didn’t know how I was going to
tackle the race. There is quite a bit of
downhill but also a lot of short climbs, and people often forget how tough the
Black Canyon course really is. I also knew that there were some speedy ladies
in the race making for some good competition – I didn’t want to hold back too
much and let them get away, but neither did I want to have them sitting on my
shoulder for the entire race, only to be pipped to the finish because I’m really
crappy on the climbs. Even as I waited on the start line huddled up with the
other runners and trying to hide from the wind, I still didn’t know what I was
going to do – in the end, I decided to just wing it – no plan, just run and see
what happens.
The first 2 or 3 miles of the course are ran on road/dirt
road which means it’s usually a pretty fast start. I’d gone out at what felt
like a relaxed pace but I was knocking out around 8’s or just under – it felt
good, so I decided to just go with it. There weren’t that many runners ahead of
me and I was already in 2nd place in the ladies with 1st
place not too far ahead at that stage. It was still quite blowy and hard work
into the wind, but as we hit the trails and got a little more shelter from the
surrounding hills, things calmed down although it was still a little nippy.
Compared to last year, the conditions were perfect for running and as we made
the first climb up on to the BCT, I finally saw the beauty of the Bradshaw
Mountains in their true splendour. Last year, they had been shrouded in mist and
I couldn’t see more than a couple of hundred yards ahead whilst the one
training run I had done on the trail had also consisted of light, drizzly rain
and limited views.
Today, the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the
sky and it truly was a wonderful sight.
The trail looked so different today and there were several
sections that I didn’t recognise as I ran along. I’d had a couple of guys
trailing me up the climb but as we hit the flatter more rocky sections and then
the downhill, I found myself stretching my legs and striding out. I was running
quite hard for an ultra, something which surprised me, and yet I really didn’t
mind if I later discovered I’d gone out too fast. I knew I could keep going,
even at a jog, and I’d said to Andy that I anticipated finishing in anything
between 5 ½ to 6 hours. My pace was putting me in at much faster than that, but
I knew there would be more climbing in the latter stages so I was banking what
time I could without going too crazy.
Without crew or drop bags, I was just using Tailwind in my
backpack accompanied by energy gels, and when passing through the aid stations
I was grabbing coke, chocolate M&Ms, watermelon, banana, orange and
choc-chip cookies. I think at one point I grabbed a grilled cheese sandwich
which I managed to eat despite almost choking on it as I tried to swallow with
a very dry mouth.
In all honesty I don’t think I was eating enough – I felt
hungry for the entire race but I didn’t want to waste time eating. I also
perhaps didn’t drink enough – I refilled my bladder just once and when I
finished it was still half full – 4 litres of water over 38 miles when usually
I can drink 1 ½ litres over 13 miles – it definitely wasn’t enough, and I
didn’t pee for a couple of hours post race.
Yet despite not fuelling sufficiently, I was running well, I
wasn’t feeling sick and I wasn’t feeling dizzy or anything silly.
Heading down from Antelope Mesa Aid Station - Photo Credit Howie Stern |
As we started on the long downhill after the first aid
station at around 7 or 8 miles, I started to catch the tailenders of the 100k.
They were all so gracious moving aside as they heard me approaching behind and
I felt a little bad at them moving over for me as they too were no doubt
wanting to finish as quickly as possible. At one point I caught up a chap that
was in the 60k and had the usual “I ain’t been chicked” behaviour. He wouldn’t
move aside and I was almost clipping his heels and had to hold back. He then
had the nerve to say if I wanted to take up the pacing for us both, let him
know and I could pass! I kindly told him I didn’t need pacing, I just wanted to
pass him at which point he moved aside and I bombed past and opened up a good
100 meter gap, wondering to myself why certain men have such issues about
ladies doing well and finishing ahead of them. Even now I don’t understand.
Unfortunately I didn’t see him again after that and he was nowhere near me at
the finish otherwise maybe I would have plucked up the courage to ask out of
pure curiosity.
Coming into Aid Station 2, I was just a couple of minutes
behind the leading lady. I’d seen her just ahead for quite some time now and
the gap between us hadn’t changed. Unfortunately I needed to dash to the
bathroom and when I came out, she was nowhere to be seen and I knew I wouldn’t
catch her. I was already running as fast as I dared to make sure I didn’t face
burnout – my main concern now was making sure that I didn’t get caught from
behind.
The trail between Hidden Treasure and Bumble Bee is really nice single track that is quite twisty turny
with some ups and downs, and it was here that I bumped into a lot of the 100k
runners including friends from the AZTraileggers group who gave encouragement
as I passed by. It’s always nice to see familiar peeps out there, especially
with not having Andy around today, and it always gives me that little pick up
that I sometimes need.
Bumble Bee was the next aid station and this time we would
be passing through the ranch where the aid would be located. By now I was at
around 20 miles and I was starting to feel the hunger really setting in. I ate
as much as I dared and took another gel, but I do feel like this is where I
started to feel the earlier pace and where the feet started to get sore.
I remembered a climb out of Bumble Bee from last year and
this year it didn’t feel any easier. What I didn’t recall was how rocky the
next section was, how rolling it was, and it was here where I did start to walk
a little bit more on the hills. I was still moving well and still overtaking
people but I knew that this is where I would start to eat into my banked time from
earlier in the race.
I didn’t remember this section being so rocky and bare and I
wondered if it had been affected by the wildfires in the area last year. The
views were still impressive from here, but the 4 or 5 miles between the aid
stations just seemed to go on forever and I found myself switching off and losing
focus. I had to keep telling myself there was only around 10 miles to go, and
as soon as I hit single figures, my mind was back on the game.
After Gloriana Mine aid station at 24 miles, I knew there would be some
more downhill before another climb. My toes and feet were now getting sore from
the rocky terrain, and I stubbed my big toes a few times whilst running over
the rocks. Of course this year we were following the proper course, and the
climb I was expecting didn’t come. Instead we dropped down in to a type of
gully with more loose rocks which made it difficult to take advantage of this really good downhill section. I did however still pass a few runners here as despite the unsteady terrain, I was able to put my downhill running strengths to good use.
The miles after this have since become a blur. I remember
there being lots of up and down, up and down, up and down, I remember running
across a sandy, dried out river bed followed by a tough climb up to an aid
station, and then I remembered even more ups and downs with around 6 miles to
go and me cursing like crazy because the legs were moaning, my feet were sore, and
I now had a huge purple bruise on my toe thanks to a stumble which resulted in
me kicking a boulder as I tried to steady myself and prevent a fall. I remember
there being far more cacti around now and more vegetation, and in the distance
I could see Black Canyon City which is where the 60k finish line was
located. At one point, we crossed yet
another river bed, this time with murky, sludgy water to wade through, and we
cautiously used a few slippery tree branches and logs to get across without
getting too wet before we were confronted with a huge climb back up the
mountain/hill side.
I knew we only had a couple of miles to go now, but that
last climb was terrible as it zigzagged upwards and never seemed to reach the
top. The climb was tough but generally I was still feeling pretty good although admittedly I couldn't go any quicker. After finally reaching the top, it was just a mile or so to the finish and I could see the gantry ahead in the distance which spurred me on. As we ran down, the 100k runners were heading back up and I was glad that I was only doing the shorter race and wouldn't have to run back up that incline!
As the trail flattened out and we left to join the dirt road into the parking lot and onto the finish, Adam and Meghan were heading out, the latter looking strong and relaxed and determined to tackle that last 40k. I shouted some random rubbish at them both before finally crossing the finish line, finishing 2nd lady and 8th overall in 5 hours 52 mins. I was almost half an hour behind the winner who'd had an awesome run and just about broke the old course record.
Happy with a second place finish :-) |
I was really pleased with the run as I know that I didn't let up all way through. My failure if anything was that I should have eaten more but this time, I was able to get away with it with the race being just 60k - my theory was that I wouldn't eat that much for a 50k and this wasn't that much further. I finished with no blisters despite quite sore and achy feet, but I did have a huge bruise on my big toe thanks to the encounter with the boulder in those closing miles. My legs felt tired but it was more to dehydration and lack of fuel that the distance, and that alone gave me some reassurance. Considering it was my first race of the year and just 6 weeks or so since ATY, I was very happy.
The following day it was my birthday so we headed down to Tuscon and then up into the Catalina Mountains to Mt Lemon. The weather was much cooler and cloudy and we got caught in a hail storm as we climbed higher. We still had a little walk in the woods with the dogs and it was so fresh up there. The dogs loved it despite being damp and we had a lovely, enjoyable day together and making plans.
Winter fun in Tuscon, and up in the Catalina Mountains |
There are changes looming ahead once again in our lives which are going to have an impact on my race plans over the coming months. I'm excited about what's ahead but I know it's going to be stressful for a few weeks and I just have to be sure to use my running and hiking with the dogs as stress relievers to help us get through.
I've ran this week since the race and my legs feel good right now and I'm feeling surprisingly strong. Next up is Mesquite Canyon 50k and as things stand, I'm feeling good about that race and hoping to have a good one that shows that my training is still working and we are heading in the right direction for my bigger races later in the year.
Del, I like your comment about Strava. I was on for a few years, but last Oct I dumped it and erased my entire existence. I've kept a written log since 1996 and already have Garmin Connect, and I have always run and raced for myself. I found I was comparing myself too much to others, and was spending way too much time thinking of catchy titles and putting on photos and trying to beat this record or that segment. I feel much happier being off of it. Hope to meet you at one of the upcoming races. Cheers. Albert Shank
ReplyDeleteHey Albert, I thought I hadn't seen you on there for a while! Completely understand your reasoning, and I don't think you are alone in leaving the Strava community for the very same reasons. When I first joined, I used to wonder how people could go so quick on certain routes and segments, but then realised how easy it was to fiddle the numbers etc. At the end of the day, I run for me any my own enjoyment. I don't care anymore if I lose a "crown" - if I can perform on race day when it really matters, then Strava crowns and course records mean nothing to me. And if I can run a segment faster than I have previously, it reassures me that my training is working. I'm sure you are having more fun with your running these days without all that unnecessary pressure of Strava :-) Hope to meet you too at an event sometime soon - be nice to put faces to names :-) Take care, Del
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