Time off; a Mental Break

I have never been very good about taking time off from running, aside from injury I have probably gone 15 years with out a real break.  Now that I am trying to be a more serious and focused on running, I have noticed my brain has been craving a break.

I pushed hard through the summer, 30 mile training days at the beach..on vacation, on pavement that I am sure was well over 105 degrees, plus humidity that you could taste, over night running, focused and planned nutrition, yoga, active release, and other body therapies to keep me going…. I’m getting tired just thinking back over the last very active year.

So what’s an active cant-sit-still girl to do on her off season?  We’ll here’s what I have done so far.

Monday after the race it was cold and raining… again.  I slept in, foam rolled and went to work (walked dogs in the rain for 4 hours.)  I was tired and my nerves frayed at this point because I was just so DONE with the rain.  I had just run 25 hours in constant rain and water crossings…DONE! DONE with that rain!

Tuesday I was feeling a bit better and went on a long hike with my dog

Wednesday I was feeling great!  After work I washed all the floors, repainted the kitchen cabinets, reorganized the pantry, and painted the trim.  Then went for a long hike with the dog again.

Thursday I decided it was time for yoga and some easy strength training.  I noticed about mile 20 that my left glute wasn’t firing at all during Pinhoti, so it was time to wake it up!

Friday I was on the elliptical, 40 min and did some more core strength.

Saturday, was an hour on the Elliptical, yoga, and a long walk with the dog.  I meant to go on a bike ride, but it was too cold..its my off month..I can be a weather wimp! :)

Sunday, slept in after a really late night out with friends and then went for a two hour hike in the woods.

I have also put my fat adapting diet aside this past week.  I have been eating all the things I have been avoiding.  I seem to have a very pro-inflammatory body, so sugar, gluten and processed foods really make an impact on how I feel overall.  However, since there’s no structured training I made (and ate) pumpkin bread, pecan bars, chocolate truffles, a few bars of chocolate, lots of chips and guacamole, basically whatever sugar is laying around the house that I can get my hands on. Its great, though by Sunday I was starting to crave salad.

Its Tuesday of the second week and I’m kinda itching to run, even just a short jog around the trails, but I promised myself NO RUNNING FOR TWO WEEKS! The strength training already has my left gluten sore!  The elliptical and bike will have to suffice this week as well.  However, I do have my first run planned already.  An hour or so with friends on some pristine virginal trails out in Orange County. YAY!


Trail Runner Magazine Hypothermia Article by Sarah Lavender Smith

I met, I say met like that because we haven’t actually ever talked face to face but have had a few phone conversations and chats over the internet, almost two years ago when she was looking to talk to someone about how ultra running had affected their relationship with their spouse.

She a totally cool west coast ultra runner, and we clicked right away and have been in touch ever since.

She had a very similar hypothermia experience this fall at Wasatch and it sparked her interest in altitude and hypothermia, so she contacted myself (after reading my DNF race report) and also Anna Frost who had a similar experience during Hardrock 100 to hear how it affected us.  Fortunately for the two of them, they finished their races.

Anyway, here’s her informative article in Trail Runner Magazine on how to avoid hypothermia at altitudes you aren’t used to.

Pinhoti 100 2015 Race Report. Zen 100 miles. Success? I think so.

I’ll start off with how I’m feeling post race and some thoughts before getting into the race description.  So if you just want a race report skip this first section.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to run Pinhoti 100.  I had no race plan whatsoever… aside from DNS (do nothing stupid) and wanting to get my DNF monkey off my back and a WS ticket.  This isn’t really a plan as far as I am concerned.  Usually I really think about how my training has gone and then try to figure out my pace, if for no other reason then to give my crew and husband an heads up as to when I should be coming through aid stations so they don’t have to stare at a trailhead for hours wondering when exactly I’ll be into the aid station.  I mostly just printed out the generic 24 hour pace chart and figured I would see how I felt once the race started.  The first time I ran it in 2013 I finished in 22:59, but that was with perfect weather conditions, and perfect training and recovery…. and I was pretty trashed after, in every way; physically, emotionally, and endocrinally (yea not a word, I know). I ended up with hives and a sort of bruised bladder that hurt.

Driving down to AL there were two major storms that looked like they were going to converge right over the race course on Friday night into Saturday.   We all watched the weather reports as scenes of wind blown trees and hail flashed on the TV.  Luckily the storms sort of missed and we ended up with consistent rain and wind, but nothing as extreme as it could have been.

Its been 4 days since Pinhoti, and I feel the best I’ve felt after a 100 mile race.  A bit sore, pretty relaxed, but no where near as tired or sore as I’ve been in the past.  I’m pretty happy with that, usually I am as emotionally drained as I am physically drained, and a bit of a zombie for a few weeks.  That hasn’t been the case this time around.  I was pretty sore on Monday, but by Wednesday I was contemplating going for a run because I was ready to get back.  I resisted the urge and repainted our kitchen cabinets and all the trim, washed our floors, and reorganized the pantry instead.  (After work of course.)

Not only is my post race recovery better, but during the race I usually have to play mind tricks so I don’t get overwhelmed.  Things like only thinking about how far it is to the next aid station.  Or I can have that really tasty piece of chocolate when I get to mile 80, or just digging into that pain cave and blocking out everything and going numb, which is often what I do in the latter stages of the race, just totally disconnect.  I was wholly present, I remember each part of the day and night, never disconnecting, never getting down on myself but really being in the moment..I have never been so present in a race.  It was strangely wonderful.

Ok, so let’s get to the race report.

Friday night I slept like the dead, only waking a few times when the thunder shook the hotel.  The start was later than usual, 7am and we stayed about 15 minutes away so I got to sleep until 5am.  We piled into two cars and headed to the second aid station.  Because of all the rain the course wouldn’t be the usual point to point, we would start at a/s 2, run back to a/s 1 and then turn back around and run the rest of the course as it would have been normally run.  This little out and back section was a bit tricky when we turned and headed back past the runners behind us. It wasn’t terrible on that narrow single track, but there were a few places people almost fell off the side of the mountain and I was glad that it was a very short section.

It was quite warm and 100% humidity with rain off and on for the first 30 miles.  In 2013 I remember maybe a handful of shallow water crossings, this year with all the rain from the previous week, plus the rain coming down there were so many deep water crossings I opted not to change my shoes and socks.  I figured what was the point, It felt like almost every half mile we were crossing something.  There were at least 3 places that I stopped and waited for another runner before I crossed.  The water was high up on my thighs and churning so I couldn’t see the bottom of it.  Fortunately my feet were ok, nary a blister.  I could feel that my toe nails were getting so soaked that they were lifting off the nail bed, but it wasn’t painful, just weird feeling.  Looking at my feet now I am sure that I will be losing at least 6 toenails soon.

Anyway, I was feeling hungry from the start, which is unusual so early in the race, and realized that my glycogen and fat stores were probably still low from RRR and all the hiking (and not recovering) I did in the month in between.  This is when I realized that if I really chose to race it would be painful, and I had a good chance of bonking.  Around mile 14 I came into an aid station and told my crew that I finally had a plan.  I would be eating more sugar and simple carbs than normal, and going slower than normal.  I was going to run aerobically and enjoy the race (despite the rain.) I would let pain and effort (and an ever impending cramp in my hamstring) be my pace guide.

Up and Up to the highest point, Mt Cheaha is my very favorite part of the whole course.  The first 30ish miles are rolling and runnable up and down, the section up to Cheaha is the first real climb and I was super excited for it!  We rose up into the clouds and the mist through the trees and lichen covered boulders was really cool.  I ran into a/s  41 excited and feeling GREAT!  The next section is some road, that eventually leads to Blue Hell, which is a boulder-y section that doesn’t last long, but changes up the pace from the road running.  It was super muddy and slick, so I happily took my time. No hurry, no worry…I had 30 whole hours to finish this race.  Eventually it dumps you back onto road, which turns into a dirt road, and then back into single track.

I made the mistake of forgetting my second headlamp for the single track section. I am so night blind,  I had to slow way down in the next section.  This was probably the only time I got close to being frustrated or down, but I figured my headlamp was only 7 miles away, and again…I had time, I was almost at mile 55 and was somewhere around 11/12 hours into the race.

I had the best race in terms of feeling good, being happy and positive, and relaxed.  I ate trail butters for 50 miles, chicken broth, chips and guacamole, I had scrambled eggs at one aid station..mmmmm.  I never had any tummy issues, which is a huge deal for me because I am usually plagued by GI problems.  I held off any caffeine until mile 85, and drank plenty.  I have done enough races in the south now that I recognize many faces now and so I chatted and socialized most of the way.  No focused racing quiet for me.

The rainy warm day, changed into a very wet, cold and windy night.  I had been so hot that I didn’t grab warmer clothes for the ridgeline, fortunately my pacer had a trash bag and gloves, which I put on to keep the howling wind at bay.  This time I was able to move fast enough to keep myself warm, unlike at RRR, otherwise I could have found myself in the same hypothermia predicament again.  Speaking of hypothermia, its really quite scary seeing it on someone else on the trail.  Just before mile 68 we happened upon a very confused and shaking runner.  He was staring off towards a tree, and at first I thought he was peeing.  When I saw him shaking in the rain I knew something wasn’t right.  I peered into his eyes as he stared blindly back at me.  I asked him if he was ok, if he was cold, if he knew where he was, his only response was an unintelligible mumble.  I could see the aid station lights just a bit ahead through the trees, so I turned him in the correct direction, put my trash bag on him, and told him to follow me.  We were less than a 1/4 mile, but rather than me slow down and get too cold, I continued on ahead to the aid station.  Coming in I grabbed a volunteer and told them that someone was in need up the trail, very close, but to maybe take a blanket and go get the guy.  I have no idea what happened to the runner, I assume he got into the a/s ok.  That was kind of a scary moment for me thinking back to how I must have looked at RRR, it also made me thankful that I did have the sense to drop and not continue back up into the wilderness like that.

Anyway, so back to the race.  Up until this time I had been ahead of Nate and Lynx. I had seen lynx below me on one of the switch backs around mile 28 and had been expecting him to catch me at any point… he never did.  Nate, however, came bombing by at this aid station, mile 70ish or so.  He looked focused and I could tell he was hurting, but in that “I’m racing so bring on the pain,” way.  I was excited for him, thought about staying with him, but remembered my Zen race and gave him a hug and wished him well as he left us in the dark.

The rest of the race went about the same, I chatted with my pacer, I didn’t rush through aid stations, but I also didn’t linger long either.  At mile 85, completely soaked through and not able to use my fingers it was time to change.  The car was parked a 1/4 mile up the road in the wrong direction, but being comfortable and enjoying the race was more important than a time or place, so we jogged up the road to the car.  I put on two shirts and a rain jacket, and went back through the a/s towards the finish.  This section, 85 to about 93 is mostly jeep road.  I ran most of this, only walking the steeper hills.  The first time I ran this I panicked the whole road section.  There are tons of turns along this jeep road, and I kept thinking I missed a turn, I was tired and was desperate just to be done!.  This time I remembered where the turn was and I just kept trucking towards it.  The sky was starting to turn pink and I knew that sunrise would be soon.  Into aid station 95 I took off my jacket and pack and gave it to my crew.  I felt so good I knew I wouldn’t need any more food or water the last 5 miles.  I set out from the aid station and ran the whole last 5 miles in.  I had miscalculated and thought I could sneak in just under 25 hours, so I pushed myself for those last road miles.  I passed at least 7 runners along the way, including one female.  Putting me across the line in 25:11, and 5th place.

Typically I cross the line hurting, and throwing up.  Not this time!  I went and found Nathan and congratulated him, hung out with him a bit, ate some of the really good breakfast, and eventually went to take a nap in the car while we waited for Lynx to finish.  Zen 100 mile finishes are so nice.  It turns out that Lynx’s ITB locked up so he hiked most of the second half of the race.

So what did I learn from this race?  Can you run two 100 mile races in 7 weeks(well one 70 mile DNF, and one 100.). Yes, I can.  Not terribly fast, but decently fast on tired legs, with out pushing.  I think this race has given me a new outlook on 100 mile racing.  Its maybe helped me let go of the need to compete, at least let go of it from time to time.  I reached my goals, I finished well under the cut off, I stayed positive and smiling the whole way, I didn’t have GI issues, and I’m more confident about future races.  I have learned that the pain is from the racing, and that I am in control of it.  If I choose I can finish a race with no pain, and if I choose I can push myself and race and feel the pain of competition.  I’m hoping this will give me renewed confidence for 2016’s racing season!!  My self doubt may be lifting ever so slowly.

Congratulations to Nate and Lynx as well.  Nate bested his 24 hour goal by more than a dozen minutes, and negative split the race!  Lynx paced himself, and while his ITB gave him some problems, he hung on and got his WS ticket too!

Of course I can’t take all the credit.  My husband supported this kind of crazy endeavor.  Our usual agreement is one hundred mile race a year. This was two in two months, which is pushing our budget a bit, but fortunately he knew how much a WS qualifier meant to me.  I had terrific crew and pacer.  Thank you ET and Ringo.  Of course last but not least, I put in a lot of hard, painful miles of training this summer, thanks to my very good friend and training partner Jordan’s guidance.

And now, finally, my first EVER off season!  I think there should be a post coming about that soon.  If anyone has any comments about how to properly take an off season I would love to hear!!

Pinhoti 100; The sequel? Or, goshineedatickettogetintoWSthisyear!

First Pinhoti finish in 2013, let’s make it better this time!

SO here I am, less than a week out from Pinhoti 100.  A place I thought I wouldn’t be for two reasons.  1.  I just ran Pinhoti 2 years ago (race report here) and 2.  My season was supposed to end at Run Rabbit Run, this was going to be my off month, no running, just cross training and lifting.

Well, since I DNF’d RRR, two days later I signed up for Pinhoti.  Lynx, my enabler, texted me as I sat waiting at the airport after RRR, “you know you don’t have a WS ticket now, right?  You know that you have to get one before mid Nov, you know there is only 1 spot left in Pinhoti.”  As the ‘A” section of my flight boarded, I signed up for Pinhoti 100.

Its been about 6 weeks since the RRR DNF,(RRR Race report) I traveled for 2 weeks post race with only some hiking, I came home and trained for 2 weeks, I went to Chicago to visit family, and then slid right into a taper.  This makes me feel… let’s say unprepared at the least.  I’m still wanting to sleep-in rather than run, I feel mostly ok, but don’t have that usual burning desire/butterflies/taper crazies.  In fact I am still in disbelief that I am going to run 100 miles in Alabama on Saturday.

To be honest, the other thing in the back of my head is doing worse than my first Pinhoti 100.  Ok, I’m gonna say it like it is…I have an ego when it comes to bettering myself at races.  Under any other circumstance I wouldn’t have signed up for Pinhoti for the mere fact that I am not prepared as I was the first time I ran Pinhoti.  With that in mind, it will also be an interesting experiment of self; after 3 years of running ultras, can I train for a race, just recover and run another one without much training.  Also, will 100 mile experience trump a good training plan, with lots of rest, but no experience running anything beyond 50 miles.  In 2013 Pinhoti was my very first 100 mile race.  Can better mental preparation, experience and miles on my legs make up for my lack of specificity, and recovery?  Perhaps.  Maybe, maybe not?

Having already run Pinhoti I feel like I don’t need to research, and prepare for it like I usually do for races I have never run.  In a way its nice to be more relaxed before a race.  I’m sleeping solidly though the night (still8-10 hours since RRR), usually I’m plagued with pre race jitters and don’t sleep well… not the case this year.

Crew chief Elizabeth, at Cruel Jewel

I am looking forward to going there with friends again.  Last time Ringo, ET and lynx were my crew and pacers.  This time Lynx is running it, and Et and Ringo will crew and pace.

It will be my friend, Nathan’s, first 100 mile race, which is always exciting!  I know he is ready to rock it, but I see him going through much of the same first timer’s nerves and doubts I had back in 2013.  I hope he has a great race, and we are close enough together than if he needs a mental boost I can be there for it (hopefully he won’t though.)

Anyway, happy trail racing ya’ll… and cheers to a WS ticket!!

Me, Nate, Ben(Nate’s pacer) and Lynx. Hopefully we will be a bit more energetic at Pinhoti :)

Pre Run Rabbit Run Report

I know, I know, I need to get my race report (or rather my 3/4 race report) up.  I have it written, but saved while I try to remember the order of things better, and while I catch up on work and laundry, and all the other things I missed in the last month while I traveled.

If you haven’t seen my Facebook posts, I have been all over the western part of the country.  I flew into CO, stayed a week in Telluride hiking parts of the Hardrock course, then drove to Steamboat Springs for RRR100.

After that we checked out the springs there, then drove to Aspen where we met a friend and did some hiking and lots of eating.

Our flight was out of Denver, so we stayed overnight with another friend there.

We flew into Seattle and stayed a few days, taking in the Art Museum, the aquarium, Discovery Park, and of course more food!

Renting a car we drove down to Portland, grabbed my old college roommate and headed to Mt. Hood for a fatass up the mountain.  It was much colder than we had planned for, but we had a really great time!

Then we drove back to Portland and my friend toured us around for a few more days.  We saw the rose garden, lots of breweries, went on an amazing waterfall hike, ran in the Forest Park, and ate and ate and ate!!

Of course, I must mention that I got to grab a tour of Carson Footwear and meet all its lovely employees!  I also got a foot casting, maybe there will be a Wisp shoe in the near future?! A runner’s dream :)

We were so lucky to only have 2 really rainy days in 3 weeks, the foliage in CO was spectacular, I got to visit many friends, and see and do lots of new things!

Its always hard to get back to “real life” after a trip like that, but its fall here and its beautiful and I’m happy to be reunited with my dog again!

Oh ya… and I haven’t given up on Western States, I signed up for Pinhoti at the last second, getting the last spot and basically have 3 weeks to get my brain ready to run another 100 miles!!

Let me leave you with some pictures of my vacation for your enjoyment… happy trails!


Run Rabbit, Run Race Report; The good, the bad and the cold.

There I was, up at 10,300 feet somewhere along a pothole’d dirt road in the dark, wondering where the other runners all were, and was it snowing?  My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier with every step, I just wanted to lay down, but I knew that my tingling toes wasn’t due only to the altitude, but to the below freezing temperatures.  I wanted to sleep, or puke, or both…. but really I wanted the nausea to pass because after 55 miles I had barely been able to eat more than a few hundred calories…. so what was I doing and how did I get here?

I guess this adventure started the week before in Telluride.  A good friend was nice enough to let me stay at their house and take me hiking all over the Hardrock course, of course that left me with Hardrock fever..but that’s for another day.

Anyway, the hiking, even at 13k felt good.  I did some yoga, saw some beautiful places in Co, and relaxed.  By the time I got to Steamboat Springs I was all mentally and physically ready, or as ready as a girl who lives at 800 feet can be anyway.

So there I was, beautiful rainbow to welcome me to Steamboat, excited, not too nervous, and ready!  The night before rained, and as it turned out, snowed up at the higher elevations.   Our start was at noon. By then the rain had moved on and the sun was nice and warm.

The ski slope was undergoing some maintenance so they race directors broke the news that the course would be shorter… oh, but only by a few hundered yards.  Which basically meant they were cutting off the switchbacks and sending us directly up the mountain for 4.5 miles; up up up from 6,500feet to 10,500 feet.  Starting at the bottom the climb looked quite daunting, almost vertical, but once we got hiking it was actually quite doable.  I opted not to wear my heart rate monitor.  I know what it feels like to push my limit, and I didn’t want to be reminded how much harder my body would have to work not being use to elevation.  No way did I want to chance any sort of mental negativity.  I already knew that being up higher where my brain doesn’t get as much oxygen it naturally puts me in a tougher mental state.

So anyway, there I was climbing and climbing, thinking about all those hours I spent on the treadmill in preparation for this… thinking that maybe someday I could find a treadmill that goes up this steeply.  Either way though, legs were feeling good, I was feeling good.  The sun was shining, everyone else felt exactly like I did…I was having a great time.

We finally hit aid at the top about mile 4.5 and I got some oranges and filled up my water bottle.  For the next 5+ miles the course meanders through beautiful, albeit muddy and icy forest until the next aid station.  Here was the hard part for me. Up above 9,000 feet I couldn’t do more than a shuffle.  Legs felt great, brain felt good…I wanted to run, but if I did anything more than trot my arms and legs would go numb and my heart would race to get me oxygen.  A few runners passed me, but I stayed positive, I knew the course would wind its way back down the mountain soon… and would I be able to run eventually.  The next aid station was Long Lake, and the view across the water was stunning in the afternoon sunlight.  I saw the runners who had passed me and noted they weren’t more than a handful of minutes ahead of me, so I trotted on.

The next 10 miles took us back down from 10k to 6,5k and over some beautiful, yet technical rocky trail… it was great!  The leaves were changing, the waterfall off to our left was raging and I had my running legs back! Down, down, down I went.  I had hiked this section, fish creek falls, the day before so I knew about how far down I had to go and was excited I was descending so well.  Though I wasn’t able to have a real pacer as a rabbit, we were allowed someone to join us for the few miles of paved road where there was no shoulder.  My husband was there, and I was so happy to see him!  I had been looking forward to it for several miles by that time. Though I was feeling really good, I was mentally holding myself back.  I know that many people get sucked into the excitement and the competition of RRR and would be dropping early, and I didn’t want to be part of that.  I think I was somewhere in the top 15 at this point, and just wanted to stay steady.

In and out of Olympian Hall and onto what turned out to be the most runnable section for me. From about mile 20-45 the race rolls up and down all under 8,500 feet so I could run it.  This is where we started to see the front 100 mile tortoise runners.  I made note that several of them looked much worse than the 40 miles they had just run, and reminded myself to stay steady.

The sun was setting as I got into Cow Creek so I added several layers a hat, and grabbed my headlamp.  I saw bacon at the aid station and asked my crew to go back and get me some.  Unfortunately this would be the last time I really ate much of anything, once it got cold it would be impossible for me to eat without gagging.

Anyway, out of Cow Creek, and back around to Olympian Hall.  This section was quite wonderful.  Now that I could run I was catching and passing lots of people both up and downhill.  As I descended back into Olympian Hall I was finally feeling like I had gotten into my groove and relaxed into the smooth downhill.

I was a tad confused as to where to go in the dark, but looking across the field from the aid station, I saw headlamps, a few trained on some animal.  I heard my name and ran towards it.  “Rachel, my crew called to me.”. “Yep” I answered, “Is that you?” they called back.  I was still feeling good enough to reply with a cheeky “no, its not me, I just answer to Rachel”. As I laughed, happy to see the aid station and my crew(the last water stop had NO water in it.  Apparently the water jugs were emptied by mountain bikers hours earlier, and even the tortoises who had a 4 hour start on me had no water either.)  Inside the aid station people were starting to look a bit rough.  I added a jacket on top of my lighter jacket and another headlamp for I would be going back up technical Fish Creek Falls and didn’t want to walk off a cliff, which I almost did anyway.

Leaving the aid station I talked my husband into running me back up the dark road again, he obliged and we headed out together.  He told me that several of the women in the lead had already dropped and even if I hadn’t passed any women (which I think I did during this section) I had moved up closer to top 10 and he was excited for me.  I sent him back to the aid station early in this section because he didn’t bring a headlamp and the street was no longer illuminated by streetlights.

Once I hit Fish Creek Falls a second time I turned on my music for the first time ever during a trail race.  I listen to music when I train at times, but never for a race.  I decided this one I would to help me cope with my altitude blues.  It did help immensely.  I passed people left and right who had gone out too fast in the section.  I was cruising, feeling great and enjoying the technical uphill, I was getting into my groove .  There were a few sharp switchbacks that I nearly missed and almost walked off the cliff over the falls.

It was getting cold and and colder, and many people made remarks about my bare legs when it was clearly below freezing.  I wasn’t actually cold at this point, or rather I wasn’t feeling the cold..too busy trying to pay attention to the race..but when I got back to Long Lake and stopped to add layers I noticed I was freezing!  I left the aid station with a cup of cocoa and my pockets full of bars that I was too cold to eat.  I was back up to 10,500 and back to the slow slog.  The combination of the cold and the fact that I couldn’t run fast enough to warm myself up was probably the beginning of the end for me.  During the run up from Fish Creek I had accidentally stepped into a puddle and at this point my shoes, shoe laces and all, were frozen solid.  I had passed half a dozen people on my way up to long lake and I was just waiting for them to catch back up to me now.

And here I was, back to pothole’d dirt road with my eyelids getting heavy while my teeth chattered.  I rememberd about the bacon in my pocket and tried to eat some, gagging I put it back in my pocket and looked around.  I kept thinking it was snowing, but I think it was just the moisture in the air freezing and being caught by my headlamp.  Eventually I headed into the next aid station.  There was a hoard of people who had dropped waiting for a ride down to where crew could meet us.  I sat for what seemed like forever trying to get warmer.  There wasn’t too much for me to eat.  All the warm foods had gluten in them.  I thought about coffee, but decided against it since it tends to make my lower GI track very active and the last thing I wanted was to have to drop my pants several times in the cold.  I picked some eggs out of the breakfast burrito trying to be careful not to eat any of the burrito.

After what seemed like forever, I still wasn’t getting warmer by the fire, so I decided to take the long road back down to where I knew my husband would be.  I thought maybe moving again would warm me up.  Sadly it didn’t.  I was back to my high elevation shuffle, which just barely kept my legs warm, I definitely couldn’t feel my hands or feet.  I tried listening to music, I tried picking people and staying with their pace, I tried talking to myself, I tried to eat again… gag..

FInally I got to where my husband was nicely waiting for me in the freezing cold. I could tell he was quite uncomfortable and shaking in his sleepingbag.  I changed out of my cold wet things and told him I was dropping.  He cocked his head at me not expecting those word to come out of my mouth;

“I’m not going to try to talk you back out there”   He said, as he watched me shiver.  I called a friend, I texted two more.  They all encouraged me to go on… so I did. 4 more miles down to where my other crew, Ringo, was waiting.  This was the worst section for me.  No calories, no fuel to stay warm or mentally positive.  I had wasted hours at the aid stations trying to get warm, trying to stop shaking, and now I was realizing that the sun was coming up and I was only getting colder.  My jaw was getting really tired from chattering and clenching.  I just wanted to be warm and to make the chattering stop.  I thought about my options. No food since 10pm the night before, I was cold and sore from shivering.  I knew I had to climb back up to 10,500 where it would be freezing and where I’d be forced to shuffle again.  I knew I could do it, but at what cost?  I had planned and trained to race RRR. There are certainly races I train and plan on just getting through no matter what, but this wasn’t one. I had planned on racing, and if the race was over, I let it be over.

It felt weird, but good to let them know that I was officially dropping.  I sat for nearly an hour waffling over the decision to drop. I was immediately at peace with the decision and already thinking about what I would do differently next year!  I will beat you next time RRR!

Things I did right:

  • I stayed within myself and didn’t get sucked into the race up front in the early stages of the race.  I know I had much more left in my legs, had I not been so cold my legs were still ready for that last 30 miles.
  • didn’t panic when people passed me at 10,500 because I passed them later when it was lower in elevation
  • I sucked on mints at higher elevations to keep the nausea at bay until mile 60 when I ran out of them.
  • Orange mud pack was great, as always!  It was easy to reach, fit all of my gear, and the bottle didn’t freeze in the cold temps like a hydration hose does sometimes.
  • No chafing anywhere!!
  • Music helped at altitude
  • Long hours on the treadmill and lots of lungs and squats helped, no leg soreness after.
  • Meditation helped me stay relaxed before and during the race
  • Had fantastic crew, thank you for your patience, for the bacon delivering, for your positive thoughts and for believing in me enough to make the trip out with me.

Things I would change next time;

  • Stop at Olympian hall and really have a meal.  Its a lower elevation so digestion would be easier.
  • Don’t rush through aid stations, but don’t stop at all of the ones I don’t need to.
  • Wear a real down jacket at night up at 10,500 feet. Better to be too hot than too cold.
  • Drink more, it might have had a different affect in the cold if I had been better hydrated.
  • Hot chocolate, and maybe a small canteen I can carry to keep it warm.
  • Rather than plan a 2 week vacation after, plan a 2 week vacation before in CO with some elevation.  I think the week in Telluride helped, usually I get headaches at altitude and I didn’t.  Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to help me run.

Priming for Run Rabbit Run 100; staying positive mentally, and verbally

Boy, training this summer in the heat and humidity wore me out so good!  Unfortunately, that means that I have sorely neglected this running blog.  I was really starting to like posting my weekly running this spring, but that all fell apart once the heat and high mileage set in.

Anyway, now that I am pulling back on high mileage I am able to find time to update.

I have been listening to podcasts lately on my long hikes on the treadmill to try to stave off the monotony of the same view day after day.  Yesterday a new podcast from Trail Runner Nation looked good to me, so I gave it a listen.  It was quite pertinent to where I am in my training cycle, and got me thinking. They interviewed Dr. Jim Taylor a sports psychologist, who spoke about a wide range of mental topics pertaining to endurance athletes.  One of the things that really resonated with me was the power of positive thoughts and words.  Which brings me to my blog title, “Priming for Run Rabbit Run.”

Using a positive word like “prime” rather than “peak” changes your mental perspective taking the stress from “did I peak correctly, did I miss it, did it come to early or too late” out of the mental equation.  So rather than focusing one moment, (which peak implies) that is so hard to quantify and may bring on more stress, you think about all the things (I) you have done over the last weeks and months to get you ready for race day.

He also pointed out that when people ask, “are you ready for your race?”. Many of us have the knee jerk reaction to speak negatively,  verbally expressing our doubts out loud… and maybe even planting more seeds of doubt.  Again, remember that you have prepared the best you can and trust in that preparation and speak about it positively.  That doesn’t mean you have to brag or sound like an ass, but just have confidence in your hard work.  Practicing this in the weeks leading up to the race will also help it come more naturally to you during the race.  Once you have practiced being positive, and confident, keep doing it during the race when things start to get tough and negative self doubt creeps in.

Running in a heat index of 107 is hard, but good.

This means I am dedicating myself to only positive thoughts in the next few weeks.  Rather than dwelling on things I can’t do anything about, like the fact that I live at sea level and this race will be at elevation.  I will think about the 40 miles I ran in the hot NC heat, once during the day, once overnight after a full day of work.  I will remember all the hiking and running I have done uphill on the treadmill.  I will think about the 20×400 repeats followed by 15 miles and how over a few weeks I went from not being able to finish it, to finishing that workout and feeling great!  I will think about all the strength training and balance training I have done, I have gained several pounds… all muscle.  I’m pretty sure this is the strongest I have been, ever.  I will tell myself that I have prepared my body, and mind to the best of my ability, and the rest is up to God.

Anyway, you should give it a listen…especially during your taper…er I mean you PRIME!