UltraIronHubs has this thing he says to me after a race doesn't go exactly like I had hoped: Win or learn, there is no lose. And the good news is that I learned a lot, so I definitely don't feel like a loser! I finished a really tough 50K and I got to spend the day with my favorite husband - that's a winning combination right there!
But about that 100K...
For the first time maybe ever, I did a great job managing my nerves. I knew I could run 63 miles. I was physically and mentally prepared for a tough day. My training had been fantastic and I had learned so much over the last few months about fueling and pacing. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.
|Parked car pre-race selfie!|
|Cruising into the first aid station at dawn.|
I fretted, and my stomach started to churn. I walked a lot, trying to clear my head and give my body time to figure out what was the what. When we saw my sister at aid station #5, I burst into tears. I was so disappointed! The day had gone from awesome to crap in less than 18 miles, how in the world was I going to run another 45? The answer: I wasn't. During the starting line announcements, the RD had told us that the 100K runners could opt down to the 50K distance at the turnaround, but I made the call right here. I was going to finish the 50K, of course, but that was all.
|Portrait of a day gone sour: Me smiling through tears and UIH on the phone, cancelling some previously made arrangements for our kids.|
On we ran. The terrain was getting a lot tougher, but we were familiar with it, so I just focused on moving forward. UIH assured me repeatedly that he wasn't disappointed to be stopping at the 50K, that he was just as relieved as I was. He has been having some strange hip tightness recently that was flaring up pretty badly while we were running. We both agreed that the full distance would be a lot more likely to result in injury.
|You can't really have a bad day when this is your view.|
Stupid long course! Stupid cutoff time! Now I had a real fire in my belly. I may not be able to complete the 100K, but there was absolutely no fucking way I was going to run 50K of hard terrain and not have my name listed in the official results! The next two miles were all very steep climbing, so there was no time to be made up here, but I picked it up to a good hustle every time I could. The downhills were steep, but I ran them to the best of my ability. Eventually, our average pace started creeping downward. We were making up time, I just had to keep moving!
|Sorry, Andrea! This guy was super slow-moving, thank goodness. He really couldn't have cared less about all the runners on his path.|
|More pretty views. This is definitely one of the most scenic courses I've ever run!|
- My sister is, hands down, the best ultra crew in the world.
- I'm pretty awesome, but I'm not quite awesome enough. Maybe the 100K distance just isn't going to happen for me. This isn't a woe-is-me, this is realism. I'm not fast. It took every single fiber of my being to make this 8-hour cutoff at the 50K, and that was only because I knew I would be done at 50K. There was absolutely no way I could have sustained that pace to finish the full hundy. I think my only chance of going the distance is to find a race with a much comfier cutoff. Say, 18 hours or so.
- I worry too much (you're not surprised by this revelation and neither am I). I thought having UIH with me would make me worry less about the race and it totally did, but instead I fretted about everything else! The kids, the timing, other people who were shuttling my kids to their activities, whether or not UIH was doing okay, if he was upset at me for cutting the day short... and on and on. When I'm running alone, I know he has everything else in the world handled.
- Sometimes your "A" race isn't really your "A" race. It happens.
- Fueling is a fine art. The eating and drinking schedule that worked perfectly for me at the AR50 a month ago netted me a crazy overactive bladder and hands so swollen I almost couldn't bend my fingers at the end of the race. I'm still not 100% certain what the dealio was with my fueling, but it was definitely off.
- Three ultras in a row was a little more than these old bones could handle. I feel completely fine today, soreness-wise, but I am burnt, exhausted, not excited about putting any more races on my calendar, and yet strangely restless and "unfinished" from not completing the race I had planned. Post-race blues set in within an hour of crossing the finish line. I think I am officially overtrained. I'll give myself a week off to get my head back in the right place and cook up a plan for the rest of the year.
|Just about 4,000' of upness is no joke.|
- Being allowed to officially drop down to the 50K distance. Twenty-three of us who had registered for the 100K got to the turnaround and said, "Hey, thanks, I'm good here." The RD deserves huge kudos for letting us still have the finisher's schwag rather than a big, fat DNF next to our names!
- Ah, yes, the schwag. A very nice gender-specific shirt and a pint glass:
|When we were handed the shirts in the morning, I was sad that it said "Ultra," rather than 100K. Later in the day, of course, I was very, very glad that the distance was non-specific. I will wear my shirt proudly!|
- Family and friends who are willing to crew for us and are super awesome cheerleaders when the day gets out of control. My sister really stepped up her game with cheer cards that involved stickers, beads and special cutouts. My good friend S (who was supposed to crew, but instead got recruited into kid pickup), made this amazing display to greet us on our return home:
|I get to see this every time I drive into my garage. I'm a lucky girl!|