Next up - another repeat race from last year... Wicked Root 50k! Now we're talking... This was my first ultramarathon ever. Last year, I went out waaaay too fast and blew up around mile 11, and had to suffer through almost the entire 2nd and 3rd laps. This year, I was determined to pace myself better.
The weather was absolutely perfect. I started out in shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, and gloves. (It was about 45 degrees at the start.) I probably took the gloves off around mile 2, and took the long-sleeved shirt off around mile 4. I was quite comfortable after that - not too hot, not too cold. No rain, either, which looked a little iffy on the forecast.
So we all started out, and I didn't allow myself to get caught up in the excitement like I did last year. I did find myself in a pack of maybe 6 people, though (not the lead pack). I ended up backing off because we were getting bunched up on the downhills, so I started walking the uphills early, getting a little distance between myself and the pack, and catching up to them on the downhills. They did, eventually, pull away though - which was fine.
1 or 2 people passed me early in the first lap, and I passed 1 or 2 different people after that. I passed a few of the 10-mile runners (who had a 15min head start) too. After that (maybe 3 miles in), I was running by myself the rest of the race.
At mile 5, I tripped and fell. Waaaaay to early to be doing that! It wasn't a hard fall, though. In fact, I was having a great time. Lap #1 was all smiles. My heart rate was relatively low. My legs felt fine. The trail was great. I was just cruising along. Going into the race, I thought I *might* actually do 4 laps (40 miles) as additional training for GDR, since this would be my longest run heading into GDR. As I made my way around the course, I was confident I would be doing 40 miles that day.
I completed lap #1 around 1:43, and I felt great. Last year my time for lap #1 was 1:35. So now I'm getting a little overconfident. I'm thinking that I'm pacing myself so much better that I'll be able to maintain this pace for the rest of the 50k, set a new 50k PR and then continue on to do 40 miles.
Sooo... It was around mile 17 that I realized I was very, very wrong. My legs suddenly were getting very tired/sore. I'm walking some of the less-steep hills that I ran on lap 1. My split times weren't terrible, but I definitely slowed down. Lap 2 was 1:56. (Last year it was 1:51.) At this point, no one had passed me (and I hasn't passed anyone) since the beginning of the race.
Lap 3 was miserable. But I kept moving. The whole time I felt like I was going to throw up. A couple guys left the start/finish aid station about 30 seconds before me, so I was following them the entire 3rd lap. They would pull away for some time, but I would (mostly) close the gap - only to have them pull away again.
Now, the course is pretty much all switchbacks. So you can see people ahead and behind you as far back as maybe 1/4 mile, depending on where you are. So I could keep an eye on the two in front of me, and also watch for anyone that might be coming from behind. I knew that, given how tired my legs were, if I saw someone behind me they would almost certainly pass me eventually.
Early in lap 3, I started getting a little pain in my back, right around my right kidney. If you've ever had a kidney stone, you never forget what that feels like, and you'll be paranoid the rest of your life whenever you get any kind of pain near that area. I was quite worried that I was going to be doubled-over in pain before the lap was over. Fortunately, it must have just been a crampy muscle, because it never got any worse, and I stopped noticing it after maybe 30-40 minutes.
Early in lap 3, I started getting a little pain in my back, right around my right kidney. If you've ever had a kidney stone, you never forget what that feels like, and you'll be paranoid the rest of your life whenever you get any kind of pain near that area. I was quite worried that I was going to be doubled-over in pain before the lap was over. Fortunately, it must have just been a crampy muscle, because it never got any worse, and I stopped noticing it after maybe 30-40 minutes.
Of course, during all this misery I'm questioning whether I'll be able to do GDR in a few weeks. I had grandiose ideas of other (longer) races too. I'm questioning everything. Questioning why I was even putting myself through the 50k that day. I'm looking at my watch constantly, counting every half-mile as a small victory.
A strange thing happened maybe 5-6 miles in the the 3rd lap - my legs stopped hurting. They were definitely tired. But they stopped hurting. So it was definitely more of a mental struggle to keep going despite the fatigue. I was just overall exhausted, and nauseated - which is mainly what kept me from pushing harder.
About 7 miles into the last lap - I saw someone on a switchback behind me. Crap. At this point, I didn't really care - I just wanted to finish. I didn't care about catching the guys in front of me. I just kept moving. This is right before my favorite part of the course, which is near the soccer field. It's slightly downhill and padded with lots of pine needles. It's a fun stretch of trail. It's also where I got passed by someone last year. I thought for sure the person behind me (which I had seen was a woman in a green shirt) was going to pass me there. But it didn't happen.
2 miles left. I'm (slowly) gaining on the guys in front of me, but the woman behind me is also gaining on me. I don't think I have enough pep to catch the guys, nor keep the woman from passing. But there's only 2 miles left, so I can afford to let my heart rate get a bit higher. I'm still walking the uphills though - I don't have enough left in my legs to run them. (The guys in front of me are also walking the uphills, which is the only reason I'm within sight of them.)
I had a few minor stumbles during the race (in addition to the fall I took), but I had a hard stumble here, and almost fell again. I somehow caught myself by extending my leg waaay out in front and landing in a lunge. Still, the effort took a lot out of me. Cursing, I got up and kept going.
1 mile left. I get probably within 20 feet of the guys, before they pick up the pace for the final push to the finish. The woman is still maybe 1/10 mile behind me. I start running the (very slight) uphills, in my own "push" to the finish. The finish is slightly uphill, so I kept "running" which is a bit of a stretch, but I got to the finish around 5:50. The guys I had been chasing were there clapping, along with a few other people. High-fived the race director and got my medal. :-)
The "woman in green" (who I learned was Kit Hayes after the results were posted) finished a minute behind me. Turns out, she was the second-place woman. I still can't believe she didn't pass me somewhere in those last 3 miles. Having the 2 guys in sight ahead, and her behind, definitely gave me extra motivation to keep moving. I probably would have finished a few minutes slower if there had been nobody around. Interestingly, Kit was also at the South Mountains Marathon and came in waaaaay before me. Her time was 5:34. Mine was 6:15. So maybe my training is heading in the right direction. Or maybe she was having an off day that day.
Now GDR is 3 weeks away and I need to figure out a tapering plan between now and then. I'll probably do 18-20 miles this weekend, and maybe 9-10 miles the weekend before GDR. Then rest, rest, rest. I think I need to be very mindful of my pace, especially in the beginning.
PRP update - It has been 5 or 6 weeks since I got the PRP treatment. I *think* my elbow is feeling better. Progress is very slow and subtle, so it's hard to tell for sure. My follow-up with the ortho is a couple weeks away, so we'll see what he says when I see him.
As it is, though, I think I'm going to postpone the 8hr Tougher Mudder event that I signed up for in May. I might do something batshit crazy like the Veterans Memorial 150, which is the same weekend. It's a 150-mile race that goes across the state of Michigan. It's super-flat, so I'm thinking it might actually be easier than GDR, despite being twice the distance. I have until the end of April to sign up, so we'll see how I feel after GDR. :-)