The Quest for the Belt Buckle Comes to an End!
Yesterday I did the final of my four 50ks in the Bloodied,
Boned, Bruised, and Burned series and got my coveted belt buckle. Each of the four
50ks was an adventure in its own right, from the injury and disaster at
GreenSwamp, to the shoe-sucking mud at
Gnaw Bone, to the hills and views at
Devil’sLake, and the final run at Hell was no different.
Let me sum up the race in brief:
Falls: 4
Off course: 2 times
Stream Crossings: 4 (including one .25 mile stretch of
wading)
Stops to remove rocks from shoes (picked up in streams): 2
Head bumped on tree: 1 (you really only need to do this once
per race)
As you might guess from these numbers, this was not my fastest
50k.
The Hell race is my “home” course, and I have done several
runs in this area although not this specific course. I love the trails around
Hell, and I was really looking forward to this one. However, since my marathon
last month at
Leading Ladies, I have not felt on my game, have not been
training well, and have had a few minor annoying health problems that made me
not as confident for this race as I had hoped to be. Still I felt pretty sure I
could finish and get the buckle, and I knew that it would be fun (in the warped
way that 50ks are) no matter what.
The turn to cooler weather in the last week or so also had
me worried. I knew that the course could be a bear if there was a lot of rain,
and I know how much I personally HATE cold weather. I don’t mind running in the
rain – I just like a warm, tropical rain. When the forecast called for low 50s
and scattered showers for the morning, I was a little concerned but knew it
could have been a lot worse.
Race morning went without a hitch. The start time was 6:15
am, which is still dark. I did not have a running headlamp (I prefer to sleep
when it is dark and run in the daylight), so I purchased a cheap one for $5.99
at the hardware store. It seemed plenty light enough when I tested it at home,
but was not really as strong as I would have hoped for in terms of lighting the
trail. In this race the 50k and 50 Mile
runners start together, with the relays following an hour or so later. There
were probably around 250 of us brave and/or crazy souls milling around at the
start.
Randy (race director and Head Goat) who is the devious mind behind this foolishness of
all the Dances with Dirt races, said “Go!” and we were off like a giant,
glowing centipede, snaking through the campground and out onto the trails. As I said, my light was bright enough to light
the trail, but not really light enough to see well, so I was pretty tentative
through the first few miles. Luckily, there were enough runners, packed tightly
enough together, that through this early part of the race I almost always had
enough light to be able to see.
I say “almost” because during this section I fell: three
times. They were just your basic “caught my toe on a root” type of fall, but
given my past experience with the ruptured spleen incident, every fall is a
scary experience. Thankfully I had the good sense to get my hands out in front
of me on all of these and no real damage was done, except to my pride of
course.
Sunrise was beautiful! I had been aware of the increasing
daylight as we were passing through a wooded section. As we approached the top
of a ridge, I could see baby blue sky. As I popped out of the trees at the top,
I got a better view of the magnificent pinks, oranges, and reds that were
painted across the sky. It was the best part of the morning.
I thought that once the sun came up I would feel better, but
I was wrong. Somewhere around mile eight, I started to feel bad. My legs
started to hurt (already!!), and I just didn’t feel right. I have to tell you
that it is no good to feel bad only an hour and forty-five minutes into a six
and a half hour run. For a few miles, for the first time I felt a little afraid
that I would not be able to finish – I felt that bad. I also got off course
once in this section. I was following a group of runners (always a bad move)
rather than watching the trail markers myself. That type of laziness is never a
good idea. Luckily one of the leaders of the little group realized the mistake,
and we got back on course quickly.
I tried to keep myself focused and motivated. I started
trying to figure out what could be wrong. I was due for an electrolyte tablet
at that point, so took the first of those although I really didn’t think that
was the problem. The morning had been cool, and I had been sipping the
electrolyte drink in my pack. I was also pretty sure that it wasn’t
dehydration. That left nutrition. Maybe
that was it. I pulled out my Softflask and took some gel. I also decided that I
would make sure to get some Gatorade in at the next aid station.
The miles from 10 to 15, while good running, were not that
great for me. The name of this leg of the race is “This Sucks, Less?” but for
me it sucked in the full measure. I was struggling the whole time. I fell again
in this section. I am pretty sure that I fell into a huge bunch of poison ivy.
(I will let you know in a day or so.) I also bumped my head on a tree. Yes, I
did see the tree and knew it was a low branch, but I looked down to check my
footing (so I wouldn’t fall again) and hit my head – hard. I almost cried it
hurt so bad.
The one good thing that happened in this section of the
course was that I ran into a “friend” from the earlier DWD at Green Swamp. He
was struggling that day too. I think his name is John (from Indiana), and he is
also 50 and was also going for the belt buckle as his project for the year. I
had not seen him at Devil’s Lake and was so happy to see him and find out that
he was still on track for his buckle as well!!
Finally, after I left the aid station to head out to one of
the tougher sections of the course, including the Stripper Pole slide and Dirt
Ladder climbs, I started to feel better. As much as I normally hate the climbs,
they did not bother me too much. I was relieved to finally be feeling better. There
was a lot of mud on the course at this point, and going up the hills was a
slimy mess, but by then I was doing it with a smile again.
With the major climbs behind me, I started to look forward
to the stream crossings. I did not know what to expect in terms of how deep
they would be. It turned out that the first three were not too bad. The water
was about knee deep in the first one and shin and ankle deep in the next two.
It also was not as cold as I feared it might be. That just left the crossing of
the River Styx into Hell proper.
This section of the course goes straight up the middle of
the stream for about a quarter mile or a little more. It started out about
ankle deep, but it kept getting deeper as we went. The last 50 yards or so, the
water was waist deep on me. It was also pretty cold. Not to worry, I could see
the way out up ahead. There at the top of the hill stood Satan, in full robed
glory, yelling “Welcome to Hell. We have been waiting for you!” I told him how delighted I was to see him
there and then sat down on a bench to dump a considerable number of rocks out
of my shoes before continuing on through Hell proper and the aid station there.
By this time I was at mile 22.5. I don’t usually eat solid food until after
mile 25 of a 50k, but I was feeling hungry and so grabbed a cup of trail mix,
something I know from past experience works well for me in an ultra.
The first few miles out of Hell were difficult again. I had
hoped the cool water would help my achy legs, but it did not. In fact, it
seemed to tighten the muscles and ligaments around my knees. It was almost like
starting over again. I felt like I had
to warm up. The problem was that although it had been sunny earlier, the sky by
this time had started to darken. My wet clothes were cold, and I was a little
worried about getting chilled and was relieved that there were only about 8
miles to go. In this section, I also got off course for the second time. This
one was all my fault. I just ran right past a turn. It was well marked. I was
just zoned out temporarily. Just as I was starting to realize that I had not
seen a marker for a while, two guys came back toward me saying we were off
course, so we backtracked until we found the trail again.
By the time I hit the last aid station at Silver Lake, mile
25, I was again starting to feel better. I looked for some trail mix, but they
were out. I grabbed a cup of peanut M&Ms instead, started to chew, and had
one of those “you aren’t swallowing this” moments. It came out of nowhere. I
spit the M&Ms into the trash (Eeeewww – sorry volunteers that had to
witness that) and headed out onto the trail. Thankfully I still had some gel
left and squeezed a big glob of it out of the Softflask to get me through to the
end.
About a mile out of the aid station, I started to feel good.
I was still cold, and it had started to drizzle, but I hit the point where it
feels better to keep running than it does to walk. I fell in behind a pair of
guys that had passed me and tried to hang on. For a while it seemed like they would
pull away, but then I just kept feeling better and better. Finally, at a spot
where they stopped to walk, I decided to pass them.
That started a stretch of about four miles in which I kept
passing people. I was amazed because I had spent the better part of the day,
especially in those miles where I was feeling bad, being passed by everyone and
their pet monkey. It felt good to be passing people. It kept raining harder and
harder, and I started to get cold again, but I didn’t care because I was passing people and it was less than five
miles to the finish! If only I had felt
this good earlier in the day.
I try not to look at my watch too much in ultras, and I am
trying to have the attitude of “expectancy rather than expectations,” as Scott
Simpson, the writer and musician who ran the writing workshop at Leading Ladies, had suggested.
However, somewhere along here I looked at my watch and thought that maybe I
could at least get in under 7 hours. I had already figured out that this was
going to be my second worst of the four 50ks, but I was still hanging on to a
thread of hope that I might get in under 7. I did not have any way to figure it
out for sure, though, because I had been off course, so my Garmin may or may
not have been anywhere near accurate. I just did the best I could and hoped for
the best.
Unfortunately I did not make it. My finishing time was 7:02:06, which was about
a minute per mile slower than the pace I had hoped to run. The rain was coming
down hard at the finish, which cut down on the finishing festivities, which was
kind of a disappointment. Jerry is such a trooper! He had been waiting (and
worrying) out there in the rain for about 45 minutes because he did not want to
miss my finish.
I was overjoyed to find that I had placed 5th in
my age group, especially because the age group awards for this one were the
coveted Dances with Dirt chairs. I also got my belt buckle. I wanted to wait
for my friend John and congratulate him on the belt buckle, but it was freezing
and raining and I hurt. I opted for a quick picture and a warm car instead.
(John, if you are reading this – Congratulations!!!).
So, my quest for the series buckle comes to an end. It was
definitely a fun experience. I wanted this year to be one of new experiences
and new challenges, and the series definitely helped with that, both in the
races themselves and in the trail marathons I used to train for them. To tell
the truth, though, I am a little burned out. I have one more 50k to do to
finish up for the year (in Pennsylvania in two weeks), but then I am going to
take a break from the long ones for a while…
Maybe… Of course, there is always that 6 hour race at Bad
Apple…
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This section of the course goes straight up the middle of
the stream for about a quarter mile or a little more. It started out about
ankle deep, but it kept getting deeper as we went. The last 50 yards or so, the
water was waist deep on me. It was also pretty cold. Not to worry, I could see
the way out up ahead. There at the top of the hill stood Satan, in full robed
glory, yelling “Welcome to Hell. We have been waiting for you!” I told him how delighted I was to see him
there and then sat down on a bench to dump a considerable number of rocks out
of my shoes before continuing on through Hell proper and the aid station there.
By this time I was at mile 22.5. I don’t usually eat solid food until after
mile 25 of a 50k, but I was feeling hungry and so grabbed a cup of trail mix,
something I know from past experience works well for me in an ultra.
