Final preparations for the start of the PCT 50
Okay, I have been officially called out. No activity on my blog in nearly 2 months and then 2 anonymous commentors ask me about my recent 50 mile trail race on the same day. Hmmm...seems kinda fishy, but I am way overdue for posting this race report, so thanks for taking me to task.
How did it go? Great question. I guess I have viewed this from several different perspectives and come to different conclusions. On the surface, if you just look at my results, I guess it went pretty well. I finished the race in a time of 10:08, which put me in 21st place out of 89 total finishers (111 started the race). When you consider that the total amount of time I spent training was significantly less than most others who toed the line with me that day, I'd say that's a pretty darn good result. My longest training run was a 12.5 mile time trial that included a 2 1/4 mile climp up San Onofre Peak on Camp Pendleton. My peak training week was no greater than 20 miles. I ran 2-3 times per week and did CrossFit at Oceanside Crossfit 4-5 times per week, so total training time for the week probably averaged 7 hours or so.
Mile 19, before the wheels fell off
While I do consider this a successful result for my first ever ultramarathon, I would be less than honest if I said that I was satisfied with this result. To be quite honest, I was a bit disappointed with how the day went. The first 19 miles were rock solid, maybe too good even. I came into the 19 mile aid station feeling great and on pace for an 8 hour day. I was running with two very season ultramarathoners and felt really good about where I was. Almost immediately after leaving that aid station the wheels started to come off of the wagon. I started developing cramps in my left quad and left calf. These cramps would then hop around from quads, to calves, to hamstrings. I did an incredible amount of walking in the last 30 miles. Anything that remotely resembled an incline, I was forced to walk. Toward the end I wasn't even able to run down the declines. Everything hurt! There were several times that I just wanted to quit. Had Amy ever even hinted that she didn't want me to go on, I would have easily removed my race number and hobbled to the car. She didn't, and I pressed on. I managed to shuffle across the finish line and even managed to squeak out a Burpee at the finish line as a tip of the hat to my CrossFit training.
In the days following the event some good things happened and some bad things happened. I of course was pretty much wrecked the rest of that day, and Sunday wasn't a great day either. Tuesday, however, was pretty good. Just 3 days after running my first 50 miler, I was walking down the stairs normally and I went to OCF and hit a WOD that included full cleans, push jerks and front squats, and posted a respectable score. The down side came on Wednesday when the pain in the front of my ankle since the race turned into a gnarly case of anterior tibialis tenosynovitis. So, I ended up in a cam walker, for the next several days. That didn't stop me from hitting the WODs at OCF though...check it out
So, while I am happy to have finished with a respectable time, I'm not happy that at times I felt completely demoralized. I was not happy that at the end of the race the thought of running another one of these things made me nauseous, nevermind the thought of doing a 100 miler. I was not happy that, in my mind, I did not run a race that would allow me to write a glowing review of the CrossFit Endurance program. Having said that, I still can't imagine training any other way. Even though this didn't go exactly as planned, I can't imagine ever going back to the old way of training. The thought of spending 12-15 hours per week slogging away just does not appeal to me at all. If that means that I will never be able to be competitive at ultra events, so be it. I got my damn priorities straight now. I'd rather go fast and go hard and spend the rest of the day recovering with my family.
It's been a few weeks now and I have since recovered from my injuries and I'm feeling better about how the day went. I have regained my interest in tackling another one of these beasts. Just this morning we went back to the scene of the crime to see the finish of the San Diego 100 (sorry we missed you at the finish Steve, but way to go on your debut 100 in a time of 22:54!)and now my goal of running a 100 miler has been renewed. How quickly we forget.
Big shout out to my race crew! Amy, you were awesome, thank you for keeping me going and for being such a great sport. Love you! Gonzo, was great to see you out there and the video is awesome!
The aftermath