Sunday, August 26, 2012

Mayo Lake Triathalon 8/11/12

I did something really stupid the other week. I registered for my first triathalon. I have been saying for a few years now to anyone who encouraged me to do one and also to my poor husband who is afraid I will find more reasons to train and not be home, that I was not interested in tris because I don't have time for 3 sports (its hard enough with running plus the cycling for cross training) and I don't have money for fancy tri stuff like $10,000 bikes. But Mo Percy, aka "No Mercy" was doing it and she thought I could do it, so then I started thinking I could do it. It was Mo's very favorite tri ever and besides, I've been kinda bored with my training lately and I didn't have a race for August. I thought it might be a good change, something to keep me on my toes and wake me from my summer drowsiness. Never mind the fact that I don't swim.

So, I signed up Wednesday; the tri was on Saturday. When I went to packet pick up, the girl started to hand me a nice green T-shirt then snatched it back when she realized I was "NG" - Not Guaranteed a shirt. I mentioned to her I had just signed up yesterday morning and she asked whether I had "just gotten a wild hair" or something. Yep, something like that.

The morning of the tri me, Mo and our training partner, Gene, met at early o'clock to carpool together. We joked that we were always getting together at 5 or 5:30 AM and never at a decent time. Gene was along for cheering, coaching, and photography support. As we neared Roxboro, we saw several streaks of lightening and the rain was steady at times. I worried about the weather, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. By the time we arrived, the stormy weather had passed, leaving the gravel parking lot a lovely expanse of puddles and mud. We trudged through the wet lot pushing our bikes and carrying our stuff. Gene graciously helped us with some of our load. Still, I complained that the tri was just like an ultra in that I had to bring so much crap with me! A couple of people were carrying their bikes instead of rolling them through the dirt. I guess I would do that too if I had a fancy Cervelo! Ha! 'Ol Blue didn't mind. He's used to it since he's a cross bike. Yep, that's right - I don't own a road bike, I have a knobby-tired $500 cross bike and I was going to ride the damn thing the best I could.

We found our assigned areas in transition and set all our crap out ready to go. I looked around at the other race participants with their tri suits on and had no clue what I was doing there. I wandered over and I got all marked up with my bib number and my future age by one of the volunteers. At these tri things, they make you older than you actually are. Like we need that!
What the hell am I doing at a tri? Photo Gene Meade
Mo, Coach Gene, and me before the start

Our ages +1 written on our legs. I am sporting a nice bruise and scar from a tangle with my bike 2 weeks prior                        Photo Gene Meade
When it was nearing race start, we headed down to the water for the swim portion of the race. The first two waves were men and the third wave was all us women. While we waited to get in the water, my heart pounded in my chest. I was really scared. I stuck close to Mo and literally wanted to cling to her. Here's the thing, the swim was a significant 750 meters in the lake - the dreaded open water swim - and I had done zero swim training! The last time I had swam at all was a couple hours of snorkeling in shallow water in the FL keys in June. Other than two awkward laps back in March 2011 I tried when I was injured and subjected to pool running, I hadn't swam laps in a pool since I was a small child. I didn't even know how to put the swim cap on because I had never worn one. I tried putting it on the wrong way and I couldn't get it on my head until I realized I needed to turn it around the other way. I had borrowed goggles from Mo because I didn't own any. I had tried the goggles on in my shower to make sure they wouldn't leak. You know the expression "fish out of water"? I was about to be a runner/cyclist "in the water" and I was freaking out. I'm sure I looked a fool. Yep, the photo confirms I did in fact look a fool.
Clinging to Mo for dear life while waiting to start the swim Photo Gene Meade
I finally got my ugly white cap on my noggin and within a couple of minutes, we were in the water. I had a few seconds to get my goggles securely suctioned to my face and then we were off. I started out freestyle and breathing on alternating sides like google had told me to do for open water. This didn't last long as I soon found freestyle with zero training to be exhausting. I coughed a couple of times. I switched to breast stroke and my pace slowed significantly but at least I could breath better. I noticed a few women around me doing the same. I stuck with it until the first buoy and then the second buoy. Then we were headed to the 3rd buoy. By this time, my heart was pounding, I was breathing hard, coughing, and I had a long way to go before my feet would be on ground. I flipped on my back for a couple minutes of rest via unskilled backstroke and promptly got lake water up my nose. Revelation: lake water stings when it goes up there. I resumed backstroke and tried to make some good progress. My arms are weak, but my legs are strong, so I managed to pick up the pace this way. After a while, I turned over to check where I was I didn't know. There were no other racers near me and the rescue boat was to my left. The guy in the boat asked if I was okay and I assured him I was and asked him which way I was going. He informed me I was going the wrong way! I turned back around doing breast stroke again so I could see the next buoy. I had gone backwards for a few minutes and I'm guessing 10 swimmers had passed me while I was doing so. Trying not to think about the wasted effort and time, I kept swimming. Here is where my ultra training helped me. I told myself to keep making relentless forward progress and not to panic. I kept breathing steadily and little by little made my way towards the next buoy. I was behind almost all of the field. Finally, I reached the last buoy and closed in on the exit out of the lake. It was a relief when I was close enough to shore that I could get my feet back under me and walk out. Whew! I made it! And I didn't even hang on to a canoe or buoy. After exiting the water, the course went up a grassy hill that was now wet and slick with mud from the traffic. I ultra-walked with a purpose up the hill, grinned and waved at Gene as he snapped a photo of me, and arrived in the transition area. I was really pumped up by the fact that I had survived the open water swim!
Thrilled to have made it out alive! Photo Gene Meade
In transition, I saw that there was one other bike still there besides mine. This worried me, but Gene told me something like they're out there and I would get them and I focused on that. I sat on my 5 gallon bucket, put my socks and bike shoes on, pulled my helmet on and ran out of the transition area with my bike next to me and holding onto my gloves. Got to the mount bike line and carefully clipped in to the right pedal and pushed off. Stupidly, I tried to pull my gloves on while on the bike and nearly lost control - twice. I used my teeth to pull them the rest of the way on while I pedaled in pursuit of whoever was ahead of me. The bike course was reportedly rolling hills, but I soon found that I had ridden hillier routes in my training and I didn't think it was that bad. Within a couple of miles, I saw another cyclist. Determined, I closed in on her and passed. I set my eyes on the next person I saw and passed them, then another and another. Every time I passed, I told the person "Good job". I hoped it was nice and not obnoxious to say that. Every time I passed a volunteer, I thanked them. Before I knew it, I rode by the 5 mile mark. I continued to ride as hard as I could knowing that it was only 16 miles compared to the usual 25+ mile rides I had been doing recently. I stayed in my highest gear on the flats and downhills and downshifted just enough for the climbs. I drank most of my Gu Brew and snacked on a few Shot Blocks that I had taped to my bike. The course was pretty countryside and we passed over the lake twice. I enjoyed myself, looked at the scenery, and passed as many racers as I could. I didn't see the 10 mile marker so I was pleasantly surprised when I came upon the 15 mile marker. The ride went really quickly and soon I was coming to a stop at the dismount line and running to the transition area to change into my running shoes. 

Starting the run. Finally, something I knew how to do! Photo Gene Meade
I sat on my bucket, pulled off the cycling shoes, and pulled on my running shoes. I grabbed my handheld water bottle, snapped on my race number belt (thanks to Mo for the belt) and ran out of transition on a mission. I was psyched to have made it to the run part of the event because running is what I know best. I have had my bike for just over a year and as mentioned earlier, I don't swim. The run started uphill on the road but quickly entered the woods and changed to single track. There is a water stop just before the woods, but I had my handheld, so I ran on by. The trail was rolling hills and all single track with the exception of a few short field crossings which were grass. I passed several ladies and men who were all walking or running very slowly. I happily ran by them at the best pace I could muster at this point. I was running hard enough that I was breathing loudly and they would hear me coming and move to the side. The trail was pleasant and I confidently ran down and up, over roots, and through light mud. Here is where I had an advantage over the average triathlete who I doubt was thrilled with trail for the run. Though I was in my element, I was also ready for the race to be over but the course seemed to go and on. I thought I must be almost done but then I saw a sign that said 2 miles. I was in disbelief so sure was I that I was about to round a corner and see the finish line. Soon after the 2 mile mark I made it up a short climb and saw Gene at the top taking my photo and cheering me on.
Trucking up a hill Photo Gene Mead
Another minute or so and I was surprised to come upon Mo. She moved to the side when she heard my ragged breath and I called to her that it was just me. I tried to encourage her to pick up the pace a bit to lead me in, but her knee was not feeling good and she let me go on ahead. I continued to pass runners as I steadily made my way through the last mile. Finally, I could hear and see the end. There was one last devious climb to the finish which I stubbornly slogged up though I really wanted to walk. As soon as I stopped, I had the sudden urge to puke but I just heaved a bit and managed not to decorate the volunteer's shoes as he removed my timing chip.

Here are my results:  I crossed the line in 1:52:41.
Swim (750 m open water): 23:19, T1: 2:47, Bike (16 miles): 57:30, T2: 1:51, Run (3 miles): 27:12. I ended up 2 out of 4 Athenas (and got a sweet shoulder bag) and 45 out of 72 females.
Finished! Finally! Photo Gene Meade
Mo was right behind me in 1:53:11 and got 3rd in her age group. All in all, the event was a success. One bummer was that Mo discovered that the vehicle parked next to us hit her car when they pulled out. They were in a rust orange Honda Element and got out of there without leaving a note or anything. Jerks! You can bet that an ultra runner would not have done that. Just saying.

So, I may have gotten lucky to not drown due to foolishness, but the tri went well enough for me that I would do another one. I was surprised by how much I really enjoyed myself. Maybe next time I will do a few pool laps for training. At the very least, I will know how to put the swim cap on. ;)

Me and Mo at the finish :) Photo Gene Meade










Thursday, May 24, 2012

Purple Cloth 5K


My good friend and training partner, Mo Percy was putting on an inaugural race, the Purple Cloth 5K, to benefit Dorcas Minestries http://dorcas-cary.org/. Unfortunately, the race only attracted a small field for it's first year. To be supportive, this ultra slogger decided to cough up the 20 bucks (a deal!) and register even though my last 5K was the 2010 Wake Forest Turkey Trot. Not having done any speed work and having only run once since The Smoky Mountain Relay on April 21st-22nd due to a strained calf, I did not have big expectations for my race. However, seeing as I am innately competitive in nature, I was going to run the damn thing as fast I as I could, even if it made me puke.
Gene, our other good friend and training partner, also signed up to support Mo and her race. He had not done any speed work in the last several months either due to also being an ultra runner these days. To make things a bit more interesting and to get myself psyched up for the impending pain that is a 5K that you are actually racing (not taking it easy or walking), and because I am a brat, I started bantering with Gene that I was going to kick his ass, etc.

The Friday night before the race, I wrote in an email to this good friend of mine:
"I am gonna get you old man! I am gonna run 'til I puke just to finish in front of ya! 
See you in the am and prepare for defeat!"


In due response, he replied: "BRING IT!"

And sent me this picture:


 I told him he looked like a yellow Terminator.

Race morning arrived warm and humid with the race start at 8:15. They also had a kids dash at 8:00. We lined up near the front of the starting line in the field at Cary's Bond Park. When I looked behind me, I didn't see any "real" female runners. They pretty much all looked like beginners. I'm not being mean or rude - we all start somewhere - but you can tell when someone hasn't been running long or is just planning to walk. Cotton t-shirt, long pants on a hot day, Keds on the feet, etc. This reinforced my plan to run as fast as I could and do as well as possible.

Go!
 The race started and Gene and I took off down the field together side by side with just a few male runners in front of us, no females in my sight. The course followed a meandering paved path and into the woods where the path was packed bark. There's a good climb with wood steps in the bark section and I continued running up that too, though I already couldn't breathe. We stayed together or just a little ahead or behind each other. When we reached the 1 mile mark a volunteer told me I was at 7:35. I was behind Gene but still on his heels. I thought to myself "Whoa, that pace is not gonna last!" I managed to stay with Gene until we came back towards the open field where we had to climb another hill. It was there that I lost him and never caught him again. So much for kicking the old man's ass!

The rest of the race, I struggled to hang on to my relatively fast pace which I was definitely not trained for or used to. It was very warm and I slowed down a bit on the pace for the last two miles. A couple of other guys besides Gene passed me, but I did not see any females go by.  Every once in a while, I glanced back, fearing a strong female runner would be there chasing me and kicking it into high gear to pass me, but no one came. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of running hard and barely being able to breathe, I reached the field and sprinted across it to the finish line. Trying not to puke as Mo pointed a camera at me and took my picture, I crossed the finish line in 25:03. Shortly after I stopped, I gagged and a spit up a little bile, but didn't truly puke. Maybe if I had run hard enough to puke, I would have beat the old man after all. Funny enough, I was the first female to finish, something that I'm sure will never happen again! I got a sombrero and an Inside Out Sports gift card for being an award winner.

Finishing and trying not to puke for the camera

Gene was a good sport about my challenge and the subsequent ass-kicking he gave me. He didn't rub my defeat in my face or be obnoxious otherwise.

Reaction to Mo's announcement that I just did a 100 miler 4 weeks before - feeling shy...
Purple Cloth 5K is a nice, small event that I would recommend to anyone looking to run their first race or if they would like to have the chance to be competitive in a small field. It was a very well run, family friendly event and I'm sure it will grow with each year. The 2013 race is tentatively set for the first weekend of May.

Running friends: Gene, Rhonda, me, and Bill






Sunday, May 20, 2012

Umstead 100 Endurance Run 2012 - Unfinished Business!


It was difficult to believe, but the big weekend was finally here. Within a month of my DNF at Umstead 2011, I had decided I was going for a redemption run in 2012. I had been waiting ever since for another shot at Umstead 100 and it had been a loooong year! I made sure to get a deep tissue massage 8 days beforehand to help work out some tightness in my calves and IT bands. I also got a pedicure 7 days before race day to try to prevent blisters by smoothing out the rough edges from old blisters and callouses. While waiting for my pedicure, I spontaneously decided to see if I could get some custom artwork.

I know I have funny-looking toes, don't laugh.

With the Umstead race logo triangle and a sparkly "100" on my big toes for an extra boost of motivation and confidence, I was ready to go. 

The Umstead 100 course is a 12.5 mile lap that is shaped like a lolly pop with an out and back spur. There is quite the buffet of an aid station adjacent to the Head Quarters building and a second manned fully stocked aid station buffet, AS2, at about mile 6.5 of each lap. There are also 3 other water points along the course, one of which had gels, snacks, and Gatorade.

My plan was to run the first 50 miles in about 12 hours, with each of the four laps in 3 hours plus or minus a few minutes. The second 50 miles would be run in 16 hours with an average of 4 hours each lap. Total goal race time was 28 hours, leaving me a 2 hour cushion to finish under the 30 hour time limit in case of unforeseen issues. I was not going to make the same mistake as I did last year when I foolishly thought I could make it in under 24. Going too hard on the first 50 was not the sole issue last year, but it certainly did contribute to my DNF.

I volunteered at registration on Friday which was a lot of fun because I got to see and meet so many of the other runners. I also got to hang out with my friends Jimbo Plant, Gene Meade and Tammy Massie and met Jimbo's friend Franckie from Tahoe. I attended the race briefing and enjoyed dinner outside at one of the picnic tables with friends. I scarfed down a plate of delicious spaghetti and meatballs and two helpings of race cake and vanilla ice cream. I am a girl who knows how to eat, so ultra running fits me perfectly.

Start/Finish of each lap. I took this photo before the race started.
Race morning was warm with temps in the 60s. As my husband Chad and I drove to the park, the rain started falling true to the forecast and it was apparent it was going to be at least a partially wet weekend. We arrived and Chad helped me get set up in Head Quarters. I then milled about taking photos with friends, greeting fellow runners, and getting a little breakfast in me. At 6am, there was a gun shot signaling the start of our adventure and us runners started up the camp road in the dark. Some carried lights or wore headlamps, but I had decided to take Jimbo's advice and not bother and just use the light from another runner to see my way down the road. This worked fine and we made it to the camp gate and turned right on the bridle path. All the lights from the other runners bobbing up and down and coming towards me from those who had already made the turn around were just beautiful. I placed my camera on a rock on the straightaway after the airport and turned it on video to record the lights. It wasn't high enough to record what I wanted, but I did get about 15 minutes of invisible people going by and talking in the dark and the occasional light. :) I didn't mind that it was raining since, thankfully, it was warm. Early in the lap, I found myself running with my friend Linda Banks and we had a great first lap which we ran mostly together, completing it on schedule in 2:52.

Linda Banks and I on lap 1
Random Super Dave Cockman and me on lap 2
During lap 2, it continued to rain, but I met a great guy named Dave. Also from Raleigh, he had pulled a muscle in his lower leg the Wednesday before the race during a taper run and had even considered not starting but in the end he decided to give it a go. He was doing really well considering the pain he was in and we had a grand time chatting and swapping stories as we covered the miles. My mom called me at one point and heard me talking to him and when she asked who I was running with, I told her "This random guy named Dave". Mom thought that was pretty funny and when we came through to HQ where she and my sister, Dallas, and my niece and nephew were waiting, mom cheered for me and "Random Dave". For the rest of the day I called him "Random Dave" and then in the later laps it turned into "Super Dave" as the run became more of a struggle and he carried on despite his injury. His actual last name is Cockman and he told me a hilarious story involving his name, but you will need to join him for a run and ask him to tell you the travel agency story if you want to hear it. Lap 2 was done in 2:56; still on schedule.

Chad, Amelia, and Bogart on Turkey Creek
Between lap 2 and lap 3, I changed into my Sam Rizk Umstead 100 shirt. Sam was a friend and inspiration and was the first to mention to me a few years ago that I should run the 50 miler at Umstead. Sam was registered for the race, but sadly passed away in December. I kept thinking that Sam should be out there running with us, but I know his spirit was alive that day. There was a group of friends and family running a lap in his honor starting at 11:00 am so I planned to wear my Sam shirt during lap 3 which was my lap that would begin closest to 11:00. During lap 3, the rain stopped and it became very humid. I was already hot in the rain, but without it's cooling effect, I really started cooking. Random Dave and I continued on together for lap 3 and we were still enjoying ourselves despite the less than ideal weather conditions. Chad met me a couple times on the backside of Turkey Creek and he brought our fur kids, Amelia and Bogart, to see me. They got really excited when they recognized me coming down the trail and each time, Chad let Bogart go running to me. Amelia couldn't be let go because she can't be trusted at all off leash. Every time I met another runner in this section I said to them "Did you see my doggies?" "Those are my babies!" It was a real bright spot to see Chad and the fur kids on this lap. I completed lap 3 in 3:10.
37.5 miles down, 62.5 (100K) to go and still on track time wise.

Coming in to HQ at the end of lap 3 with my Sam shirt on
I decided to check my feet between laps 3 and 4 as I felt hot spots on the big toes during lap 3. Removal of my shoes revealed not just hot spots, but decent sized blisters on both my big toes and both my heels on the inside. My feet were damp and starting to prune - good potential for problems. I had tried pre-taping Friday night for the first time because these are my "traditional" blisters that I seem to lately get without fail and I figured the tape wouldn't make it worse and hoped it would help prevent them. Well, the tape didn't prevent the blisters, but I also don't think it made them worse than they would have been anyway. I asked my crew and surrounding friends to see if Jonathan Savage, Blister Guru, could be found to help fix my feet. Jim Wei found Jonathan as he was about to shower after having completed his own fast 50 mile race, but he willingly postponed his shower to take a look. I still don't know if he got ever to shower as he ended up working continuously on runners with bad blisters that weekend. While he worked on my feet, I was brought a cup of Breyer's Vanilla Bean ice cream (thanks Erika!). It was delicious and so cold and really hit the spot! Yum! Jonathan agreed it was a good thing I had stopped to address my blisters rather than waiting until later. He expertly bandaged my feet, I changed into dry socks and shoes, and went on my way. I spent about 30 minutes or so at that stop, but I believe it was worth it as blisters can be extremely debilitating and I still had 100K to go. Plus, I got to sit with my feet up, rest and cool down a bit, and enjoy my ice cream!
Enjoying ice cream while Jonathan and Charles West check out my blisters
For lap 4, I meant to take my mp3 player, but I forgot to grab it. Chad was going to meet me at the other side of the course near Aid Station 2, so I called him and asked if he could bring it to me there. I continued on, still feeling good, still walking the uphills and running all the downhills and flats. The sun came out and it really warmed up on this lap and got steamy. When I neared AS2 just after the Butt Tree, Chad was there with Amelia and Bogart. Seeing the doggies and Chad out on the course so many times was a treat. I got the mp3 player and I was able to listen to music for the rest of the lap. The music lifted my mood (not that it was bad) and got me moving more energetically. It also helped pass the time as I ended up running the whole lap by myself. I had lost Random Dave when I stopped so long at HQ before. I think I was going down Power Line Hill singing out loud to Steve Miller's "The Joker" when I ran by a group of 3 girls who didn't look like they were having nearly as much fun as I was having - maybe they were grimacing at my singing. I'm not sure I was in tune since I couldn't really hear myself with the earphones, but I didn't care. I finished lap 4 in 3:38 which included the half hour stop, so still not too shabby all things considered. My total for the first 50 miles was 12:36, 36 minutes slower than my plan thanks to my blisters, but it was all good.
I changed all my clothes including under layers before lap 5. I just wanted to get the sweaty crusty clothes off and feel a little "fresher" and hopefully, prevent serious chaffing. I swear my shorts could have stood up on their own from the salt! My friend Renee, who was also managing the kitchen, was my pacer for this lap. When we started down the camp road, I was amused by her immediately springing forward with pent up energy. She said it felt great to get out and move after many hours volunteering. I reined her back in just a bit to my ultra shuffle pace and we settled in together nicely, chatting and having a lovely time. It was at the turn around check point on the airport spur when I asked the guy checking numbers at the cone whether he got my number and he said "No" that I realized I had left my bib at HQ. I looked down at my shorts and - no number! I was worried because I didn't want to do anything against race rules and I wanted to be sure my splits were recorded at the aid stations. So...Renee and Elizabeth to the Rescue: Renee called our friend Elizabeth at HQ who drove towards the camp gate while Renee ran back up the camp road to meet her and get my bib. I kept moving forwards towards my goal, looking back every so often to check for Renee and then I saw her, blazing up the trail towards me, bib in hand, and on a mission. She arrived happily out of breath with the chance to get some real running in and I was relieved to get my number back on and focus back on the task at hand. Renee is always so cheerful and lap 5 was no exception - she was a great pacer. I can't remember if I pointed out all my "landmarks" to her on our lap or not, but there was the usual Cork Screw Hill and then my additions of Mossy Mountain out of a Mole Hill and Dead Tree Hollow, followed by Jimbo's Toe-break Ridge, my Turkey Creek Turn Pike, the Butt Tree (a favorite of us locals), and then we were at AS2. The sun had set by this time and when we entered the woods again, I showed Renee my favorite sign which I could really relate to.


I have found from experience that periodically walking backwards uphill during a very long run uses different muscles and gives the "forward motion" muscles a break from the continuous use and abuse. I got some funny looks from other runners on the course, but it really seems to help me when the legs are weary of moving forward. If you haven't before, give it a try on your next really long training run or race and see if your legs don't experience some relief when you use different muscles walking backwards. Just don't fall off the trail, crash into obstacles, or other runners while you are doing it! You'll need to peak over your shoulder once in a while to confirm the way is clear. It also helps to have a pacer like Renee who will look out for you and lets you know when you are wandering too far to the side!

One of the hills I used this method on throughout the race was the steepest hill of the course, aptly dubbed Effing Hill. It is the first significant hill after entering the Sawtooth 79 section just past AS2.When we got to Effing Hill, I told Renee about my pile of rocks at the top of the hill. It was Jimbo's genius idea that he shared with me during one of our training runs. A couple of days before the race, he collected 8 rocks for himself and 8 rocks for me from the MTC "dog pen" and he placed them in two piles at a tree at the top of Effing hill. My pile was on the left (L for Lauren) and his was on the right. I had already thrown 4 of my rocks into the woods with glee - one for each time I conquered Effing Hill. The rocks were different sizes and I decided to throw my smallest one on my first lap, next smallest on the second lap, and so on, thus leaving the largest rock for my 8th lap. I threw rock #5 and Renee and I continued down the trail.
My Dog Pen rocks just before I threw my 4th one. Jimbo's are on the right.
Renee and I continued through the Sawtooth 79 section until we eventually reached another landmark of mine, One Tree Hill. After that, we followed the gentle winding gradual climb back up to Graylyn. In just a few miles, we were back at HQ and Lap 5 was completed in 3:41.
Me and Renee after Lap 5
Next up was my friend Elizabeth as pacer for lap 6. E is an optimistic, energetic, and enthusiastic person, just the kind you want for a pacer when attempting 100 miles. This would be the lap of "to go where Lauren has never gone before" as I would be achieving a distance PR on this lap. My previous record was about 65 miles if you count the last couple of sickly miles on my pacer's arm last year and since that I had done only one other 100K at Weymouth Woods two and a half months prior. It was after 10:00 PM and still fairly warm but the temperature was dropping and I made sure to wear a long sleeve shirt with my shorts and Elizabeth tied a jacket for me around her waist (muling is allowed at the U100) We saw lots and lots of runners still wearing their singlets or short sleeve shirts and shorts. There was even one guy next me in HQ getting ready to go back out in a singlet and shorts. Between the two of us, we convinced him to take an extra shirt with him just in case. He told me later that he was thankful he had it. Well, about 2 miles into lap 6, we heard a rumble. I thought maybe it was a plane or at least I was hoping that's what it was, but when we heard another rumble and saw a flash of lightning and the wind picked up a bit, that confirmed it was a storm. Luckily, I had a disposable poncho in my pack thanks to Ron Wahula (he gave it to me at the Friday dinner) and Elizabeth helped me get it on before I got wet. I certainly needed help because it was really stuck together in its little plastic baggie and I was tired, but we finally got it on and with only one tear on the left sleeve! E didn't have any rain gear with her, but she seemed actually thrilled to be out in the elements. She told me it was her first time running at night with a headlamp and first time running in a storm. And it would be my first time going past 65 miles - it was a lap for firsts! Running down Corkscrew Hill just past the junction of Reedy Creek with Graylyn, there were a couple of flashes that lit up the entire trail for just a moment and the rain started coming down pretty hard. I felt a bit of dread at the prospect of a long storm, but by the time we reached AS2, it was much calmer and the rain had almost stopped. I was grateful it was so short lived and that I was still warm and mostly dry. I heard later that lots of runners got caught out in the weather without warm clothes and got chilled or they huddled in the AS2 tent or even under the tables at the water points. I also heard after the race that some of the area actually had hail. Luckily, we did not see any of that out on the course.

One funny thing that happened on the back side of Sawtooth 79 section was that two male runners called out to us and asked if we had seen the "glowing eyes in the woods". They were pretty freaked out thinking they were coyotes or something. Having done many night/early morning runs at Umstead, my home turf, I asked if there was a group of them and about this high (making motion of expected height) and they said yes. I was like "those are deer, we see them all the time at night". We had a good chuckle over the men who were afraid of the does. We made it back to HQ in a steady 4:24. Slow, but still chugging along.
E and I after lap 6 - less than a marathon left!
 I was behind my schedule but still feeling pretty good mentally with 25 miles to go. I was determined to finish the whole thing this time and I didn't doubt that I would. Another good friend and training partner, Mo, was ready and waiting to pace me on lap 7. I had mentioned to E during lap 6 that I needed to check my blisters when we got back because they were talking to me again, but I almost forgot.  I spent a good amount of time at HQ changing from my shorts into Capri's, donning a fresh long sleeve shirt, and consuming 5 delicious pancakes (no syrup needed) made by "Pancake Man" Ben Dillon. I was finally all set to go when I realized I had not checked my feet. I hesitated and considered continuing on without doing so, but then decided it was better to lose a few more minutes than to be out on the course with major blister issues. Once again, Jonathan Savage generously took care of my feet and rebandaged the blisters on my heels and big toes. I didn't have any new blisters, but the ones I had at mile 37.5 had definitely gotten bigger and they were quite tender. Jimbo Plant also kindly rubbed my cramping right calf while I had my feet up. Unfortunately, Jimbo had to drop from the 100 due to Achilles pain. Achilles issues are nothing to mess with. After I was fixed up as best as possible, I donned dry shoes and socks and headed back out with Mo for lap 7.
Getting my feet worked on again before lap 7 while enjoying a frappucinno
I had been in HQ for approximately 45 minutes, it was around 3:30 in the morning and my muscles had locked up on me due to the long break. I had gotten really stiff and I gingerly eased back into things by first walking and then doing an extremely short "baby step" ultra shuffle that was so slow Mo could easily walk next to me. After a few minutes, I was able to move better again and we jogged on down the airport spur. On the camp road, we saw a runner heading the wrong way down towards Camp Crabtree and called out for him to turn around. I was glad to help another hundred miler avoid extra miles. In some ways, this lap was similar to our normal twice weekly 5AM training runs. Same headlamps, same darkness, same trail. If I didn't think about how many miles I had already covered in the last 20+ hours, I could almost forget that I was in the heart of my journey to 100 miles and it almost felt like one of our routine pre-dawn runs.

I don't remember what we talked about during our lap or how I made it through yet another 12.5 miles. One thing that I do remember is that we were just past AS2 next to Ebenezer Ch. Rd. when I heard the birds beginning to chirp. It was about 5:30 in the morning and they were waking up and bringing in the new day. It was then it "dawned" on me - pun intended - that I had made it through the long night, the darkest and hardest hours of a hundred miler and I had not fallen asleep on my feet or laid down in the middle of the trail as sometimes happens to weary runners. That in itself was a success. Soon the sun would be up and my quest would be coming to an end. By the time we were jogging down Powerline Hill on Graylyn trail, the sun was up and the birds were in full swing. We made it the 3 miles back to HQ in 4:30, my slowest lap, but it included about 45 minutes of stopping.

Our trail buddy and training partner, Gene, was waiting to join us for the last lap. He had pace another friend, Amy Surrette, on her 6th lap and then worked in a nap before getting ready to pace me. I was now on a mission - so close to finishing yet so far - and I quickly grabbed a short sleeve shirt from my supplies in HQ and headed back out to start my 8th and final lap. Mo and Gene were not ready for me to be so fast as they were now used to my customary lolly gagging between laps. Gene had promised he would wear his kilt to amuse me on the last lap and I barked at him "where's your kilt, get your kilt on" or something like that but being a good natured fellow, he took it all in stride. Mo had planned to change into something cooler and was getting ready to do so when I took off down the hill, past the start/finish flags and tape one last time, leaving my pacers behind in my rush. I wasn't worried because I knew they would catch up to me quickly seeing as they were still relatively fresh compared to me, despite earlier pacing and volunteering. They soon joined up with me a little ways down the camp road. We were now a "last-lap-ass-kicking posse" and we were laughing and joking despite me being both weary and whiny. When we reached the cone for the airport spur turn around, I went around one way and Gene ran around the other. Mo caught our silliness with her camera.

All fun and games at the turn around
There were a few times when the weariness overtook me and I started weeping. I asked them if they thought I was okay and just tired or if they thought something was wrong. In my experience, I get emotional when something is out of balance with my hydration, electrolytes, nutrition, etc. They assured me I was probably just tired. One of the times I started crying Gene told me to just let it all out, go ahead and cry and get it out and I had a good sobbing session. Though I had two wonderful pacers, I put my ear buds back in and listened to music on low to help keep my mind off the pain and discomfort and the lack of sleep and the music seemed to help me shake off the tears. I would relay to Gene and Mo each song that came up. Fittingly enough, "Crazy Train" and "Zombie" were two of the tracks.

When we reached AS2 for the last time, I hit the porta john (I was staying hydrated for sure) and Mo snapped this great shot of me as I emerged. :-)
Exhausted, I gingerly push the germy door away from myself.
It was getting warm and I finally was able to get rid of my long sleeve and put on the fresh short sleeved shirt I had picked up back at HQ at the start of the lap. I grabbed a piece of grilled cheese and someone filled my water bottle for me. We asked one of the kind volunteers to take our photo by the bridge at the aid station.

The last-lap-ass-kicking posse
When we reached Effing Hill for the final time, I gratefully threw my 8th and heaviest rock. It actually hit another tree and bounced back towards us!


Heaving my last rock!
We saw another friend, Angela White, at Water Stop #2. She had finished the 50 and was waiting to cheer for Linda Banks as she came by. I got a little whiny again to Angela and she told me I looked awesome and then let me chug about half of her very own lemon iced tea which was the best thing she could have done for me. That tea was so delicious and cold! We then continued on Turkey Creek trail, passing an older gentleman who was accompanied by his loyal wife and trying unsuccessfully to balance out "the leans" by carrying a huge rock in the opposite hand.

When we reached the top of the Powerline Hill, we saw another friend, Amy Surrette, also on her way to her first 100 finish. She was with her husband Andy and was walking due to very bad, painful blisters. I teared up a little seeing the pain on her face. I knew partly what she was feeling and was compelled to give her a hug. She is a strong, strong runner and I knew I would see her at HQ shortly.

We picked it up a little down the hill and ran the whole way to the bridge at the bottom then walked until we turned right onto Reedy Creek trail again. We saw Rhonda's husband Mike in the truck at the water stop, but I'm not sure he saw us. At this point, I just had a couple of miles left until I finished my first 100 and I was focused on that. Compelled by this knowledge, I kept on moving and tried to pick up the pace as much as possible. Every step hurt my feet, but I was also getting excited. We walked with a purpose up Cemetery Hill and when we crested it, I started right back to running again. In a few minutes, we were turning right onto the camp road, past the gate and my puking rock where my race had ended prematurely the year before. The camp road is fairly rocky and with every footfall, my sore aching feet protested the punishment, but I knew I was so close to my goal and I was not about to stop running now. I remember saying to Mo and Gene that I was really going to finish, that I couldn't believe it and asking if it was real or if it was a dream. We turned left at the fork in the road, then past the old cabin on the right, through the clearing, and then all of a sudden the finish was in sight. I could hear the cheering of all the wonderful supporters and volunteers. They were cheering for me! I sprinted forward, striding over each timber across the trail so as not to catch my toes. Those last yards were just as I had planned and imagined and I flew up that hill and under the banner in 28 hours, 29 minutes, and 57 seconds.
Finishing!
Chad was there waiting for me and so was my sister, Dallas, with my young niece and nephew. There were also many friends there, including Elizabeth and Renee who had waited for me to finish! I happily received my silver Umstead 100 finisher pendant. It was such an awesome feeling, a once in a lifetime experience, and I felt immense relief that I did not have to run anymore and I could rest. I had completed lap 8 in 3:19, my fourth fastest lap of the race.

After my head cleared a bit, I sat down with the best bacon and cheese omelet I have ever had. I think I had two more pancakes by Ben. I also enjoyed a lovely massage courtesy of Denise. It is all really a blur now as I am writing this 7 weeks afterwards, but I had Chad and many friends there congratulating me and taking care of me. My parents arrived and my mom gave me a banner she had made me. Mom was really disappointed that they had not arrived in time to see me cross the finish line. Mo gave me two congrats balloons that she had bought ahead of time - I guess she knew I would finish all along. I talked with Jimbo and Alanna and I think Jennifer Frahm and Jenn Ennis. I gave Amy a hug after she came into HQ after her finish. My mentor and friend, Rhonda, told me how proud she was and that I ran a great race. So many friends had impressive first performances. Bill finished his first 50 in under 10 hours. Bob, Charles A., Shannon, and Jeff finished their first 100 in under 24 hours. Linda, Alanna, and Amy all finished their first 100. Jade and Bryant had big distance PRs. As Jimbo would say, there was a whole lot of awesomeness going on at Umstead this year.
With Mo and Gene at the finish
After a bit, I made my way to the showers with Elizabeth helping me there and had absolutely the best hot shower of my life.

The Umstead 100 is a special race put on by amazing people who truly care about the success of their runners. It really feels like you are with family when you are there amidst all the enthusiastic, dedicated people involved in this event. I am especially lucky in that I am local and have had the joy of meeting and getting to know so many of those who were out on the course and involved in the race. Some additional perks of the Umstead is that finishers receive a certificate of completion for the 100 miles, prints of the photos taken by race staff of them on the course, detailed splits, and a nice letter from the RD, Blake, welcoming finishers into the ranks of hundred milers.

My finisher's pendant!
Freshly showered and resting on Chad's shoulder

























Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Umstead 100 Endurance Run 2012 Part 1 - History and perspective from my 2011 DNF

First some history: For the 2011 race, I had registered for the 50 miler and had only two marathons under my belt at the time (and the second one I completed that Fall after registration for the 50), but I somehow got the crazy idea that I would go for the whole enchilada. I had paid for the whole thing after all! I remember Charles West giving me a hard time for thinking I could do the 50 when I had only done one marathon. Well, I went farther than 50...

Here's a run down of my long runs prior to my 2011 attempt: I ran my first ultra, Frosty 50K on Jan. 9th, 2011, ran my first 40 miler at the Falls Lake FA on Jan. 27th (and that was a tough first 40!), and ran my first 50 miler at Umstead park using the race course on Feb. 19th. I was a disaster waiting to happen. I ramped up WAY too quickly and I injured my left soleus during that 50 miler though I did complete the entire thing in a respectable time of 10 hours and 45 minutes. I couldn't have done that 50 without the gracious assistance of my friends Rhonda Hampton and Bill Parquet and Bob Sites (Bob volunteered to pace me though he didn't even know me at the time). For the next few weeks, I was subjected to the tediousness of elliptical and pool running and the more enjoyable option of biking. I recovered enough to complete the Umstead Trail marathon on March 5th but then injured my right ITB the following week. I could not get the ITB pain to go away and did not really run again until the 100 miler on April 2nd. During the race, my fingers were swollen by mile 15. I completed the first 50 in 11:04,  which was too quickly for my limited experience considering the injuries and interruptions to my training leading up to race day. On the 5th lap, I realized I did not have much left for the second 50. In addition, I was feeling a strain in my right achilles that had me concerned. When I started the 6th lap, I felt nauseous and overwhelmingly sleepy. I seriously wanted to sleep on the side of the trail and it was only about 9:00 PM! I managed to walk the airport spur and make it back to the camp gate where I sat on a large rock and puked my guts up and then felt very cold suddenly. My head and hands turned icy and prickly and I felt very ill. With the help of my volunteer pacer, Donald, I barely stumbled back to HQ, where I spent the next few hours in a mummy bag with hot water bottles, being propped up by my husband and sipping hot chicken broth. It turns out I had hypothermia. I recovered, but the 2011 race was over for me. I had made it to just past 100K.

 I recovered from my ITBS for 5 weeks following Umstead 2011 before starting very slowly back to running, only 2 or 3 miles at a time in the beginning. It took great withstraint to not do too much too soon and slip back into injury. I am sure I drove my husband crazy during this time of minimal running. My (and his) patience paid off and by September, I was able to complete 41 miles at Hinson Lake 24 Hour. In October, I completed New River 50K and Medoc Trail Marathon. December brought Pine Mountain 40 and a 41 mile training run at Umstead. I ran my first official 100K in January at Weymouth Woods and felt great. Two weeks after Weymouth, I went for a training run with my friend Bob Sites and ended up with peroneal brevis tendonitis in my left foot. I treated it aggressively and fortunately, was able to recover in time to run the Umstead Trail Marathon on March 3rd and a confidence building 31 mile training run on March 10th. During my Umstead training runs whenever I passed my "puking rock" at the camp gate, I gave it a nod and promised it I would not be visiting again this time around.

And that brings me to Umstead 2012. Are you still there after all that background? If you are, stay tuned for part 2.
Elizabeth Werner crews me at Umstead 2011.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Umstead Trail Marathon

I registered for the Umstead Trail Marathon as a training race for my true goal race of the entire year, the Umstead 100 Endurance Run. The marathon was 4 weeks prior to the 100 on March 3rd, 2012 and uses some of the same course and the same start/finish area. But first, a little background on the challenges I faced in the weeks before the race:

On January 28th 2012 (two weeks after a successful 100K at Weymouth), I was running with my friend Bob Sites at Umstead park and my left foot starting hurting. It wasn't too bad and it didn't seem to get worse as we went along, so we finished the 11.5 mile run and I went home. Unfortunately, when I got out of my car, I immediately knew I had a problem as I was now limping at the walk due to the discomfort under the outside of my foot. I called my PT first thing Monday am and somehow miraculously got an appointment for that afternoon. My PT and the othopedist he sent me to later than week both diagnosed it as peroneus brevis tendonitis, likely a result of the multiple sprains I endured at Pine Mountain 40 back on December 4th. At the time, I thought the sprains were not such a big deal as I finished the race and following it, could run without pain. My training since Pine Mountain included a 41 miler at Umstead and Weymouth Woods 100k and my ankle did not bother me at all during those runs. But...apparently, I had stretched the ligaments out so badly that my ankle is now "VERY LOOSE" in the words of both the PT and the orthopedist and the peroneus brevis tendon was having to work extra hard to stabilize my foot. I was experiencing moderate pain where the tendon attached to the fifth metatarsal. Knowing I had only 5 short weeks before Umstead marathon and just 9 weeks before my goal race of the Umstead 100, I got myself in a walking boot and wore it all times except for when I rode my bike, showered, and slept. I iced and heat packed my foot at my desk at work several times a day. I also started on Ibuprofen at the insistence of my PT (I have been trying not to use it for running pain since I read of the adverse effects on healing), started applying Voltaren gel (a topical anti-inflammatory that is absorbed through the skin) four times a day, and started doing the PT recommended ankle strengthening exercises.
I took two weeks completely off from running and started riding my bike as much as possible since I could ride without any pain and was hoping to maintain some fitness that way. I saw the PT 2-3 times a week for the next 5 weeks and he did massage, ETS, and ultrasound therapy. My foot did improve and after 2 weeks I started back running just 2 or 3 flat miles at a time and carefully worked my way up to a 10 mile hilly run at Umstead a week before the Umstead Trail Marathon. I got out of the walking boot the weekend before the race and was feeling okay.

Prior to my injury, I planned to run 6 miles before the marathon to make it a last long run of 32ish before the 100. However, seeing as I was now coming back from an injury, I just hoped to get through the marathon without a relapse of my tendonitis. I needed to finish it in one piece to regain confidence for the long haul. If I couldn't make it through the marathon, I would be more worried than I already was about a successful finish at the 100.

My favorite big green mossy tree on Reedy Creek hill
Race day arrived with predictions of thunderstorms, some severe, rain and temps in the 60s. I went into it fully expecting a downpour while we ran. The totem animal of the race this year was a bat and the race shirts were a nice deep blue color. I saw many friends before the start and found Elizabeth, whom I had talked into running the marathon with me months ago. She had run this race as her first, second and only marathons a few years ago. I convinced her we would be taking it easy and running it "ultra style" as a training run for the 100 and it would be a great time and she agreed to join me.

E and I on the Reedy Creek hill
The start time of 9:00 AM arrived and we were off down the trail, taking it easy.  We ran all the downhills and flats and walked any significant hills. There were only a couple of light showers though it was humid and fairly warm the entire time. There are about 5 miles of single track trail early on in the course and there were some muddy sections. At one point, I put my left foot smack dab in the middle of a mud puddle and I felt the water and grit immediately seep into my shoe. I was careful on the single track as my PT had warned me to avoid trail running until I could get my ankle more stable. I walked through any questionable footing. The last thing I needed to do was sprain it again and cause more problems before the 100. I had taped both ankles for the race to help prevent me from turning them and re-injuring myself. We saw Rhonda Hampton, my ultra mentor a couple of times as we emerged from the woods and crossed the bridle path to the next section of single track. Rhonda was on her bike and caught me running a few times and commented that I should not be running the trails - I should be walking them. Technically, she was right as I had been advised to not run single track at all until my ankle was stronger and more stable. She knew how careful I needed to be and how important it was for me to start the 100 healthy, so I did not mind her being my "mother hen". Thankfully, we made it through the single track sections without incident and got to the smooth bridle path that was the remainder of the course. I was able to run a bit more freely without so much caution and that was a relief.
Smiling for Gene on the narrow bridge
The creeks throughout the park were swollen from the heavy rain the night before.
For the first 11 miles or so, I was feeling pretty good considering I hadn't run farther than 10 miles and I'd only done that once since Jan. 28th when I hurt my foot. However, I started feeling ill at about mile 11 on the first trip on the infamous Turkey Creek trail (we would take the trail out the hard direction and then back the "easy" direction during the race). We saw Gene Meade and Amy Surrette's daughter, Kayla, just as we ran over the narrow bridge. Gene was out to support the runners and take some pictures. During this time we saw lots of familiar faster faces coming back the other way having already made it to the turn around. In all fairness, I must say E is much faster than I am and she was running the race my pace. She could have had a much better time than we ended up with had she not been running it for fun with me. We continued on Turkey Creek, passed the aid station where I believe I saw pink flamingos stuck in the ground - or maybe I was having a daytime hallucination - and where my friend Mo Percy was volunteering, finally reached Graylyn, ran the spur down to the bike and bridle trail head where there was another aid station, came back up that hill and then started on Turkey Creek back the way we had just come.  We saw Gene again at the pink flamingo aid station. He took this photo of us on our way back through. I love this one because he really captured the feeling of running in the humidity on a tough course and of the struggle I was personally having to keep going strong despite not feeling well. I have never felt so bad during a marathon distance before.
Gene took this picture just after passing the Turkey Creek aid station on the way back. It captures the internal struggle I was having.
We saw ultra veteran Sally Squires and ran near her for a while. She was concerned with making the last cut off which was at the top of Cedar Ridge and this got us concerned since we were right there with her. We picked up the pace some then despite my queesy stomach and headed back to Reedy Creek trail. The problem that I was having is that I didn't want to eat because I was afraid my stomach would reject it, but I did not have any gas in the tank due to not eating. I was, as they say, bonking. I finally took a chance and had a gel and some honey stinger chews once we were back on Reedy Creek trail. I hoped it would be fine and it was. I perked up a bit with the sugar. Don't get me wrong, I was not jumping up and down with the thrill of running at the moment, but at least I was able to suck it up.We walked with a purpose up the cork screw hill to Cedar Ridge, now on a mission. At the aid station at Cedar Ridge, we made the cut off with maybe 15 or so minutes to spare. I munched on a cup of salty Fritos and we were cheered down the trail by the encouraging volunteers.

We started down Cedar Ridge, arguably the toughest part of the course which was deviously placed by the organizers at miles 21-24. We saw Jimbo Plant looking strong and grinning on his way back up the trail.

Jimbo Plant on Cedar Ridge
 Cedar Ridge has some rocky and uneven places and though it is not single track, I took care with each foot placement as we ran it. Soon enough, we reached the bottom and the turn around just before the creek. I think it would make things more interesting if the course took us through it in future years. It would have been especially fun with the full muddy creek this year.
E and I at the bottom of Cedar Ridge
 So, back up the trail we went in the hard direction with plenty of climbing but at least we were pretty close to the finish, relatively speaking. When we got back to Graylyn, I swear E took off. I know we really weren't moving that fast - it was probably about a 10 min mile, but it sure felt faster me being the ultra slogger that I am these days. We ran the rest at this respectable pace and then nearly sprinted down the dirt road to the start. Some of the speed demons who had finished well before us were driving out and they were all very nice and pulled over as we passed by. I pushed myself to keep up with E as she flew to the finish. We crossed the line in 5:31; slower than my goal of being under 5:30, but I didn't mind because I was in one piece and I was able to finish the entire marathon without reinjury. My biggest worry had been that my foot would misbehave and I would have to DNF (I had made E pinky swear that she would finish the marathon even if I had to drop). That would have been a real bummer seeing as Umstead was in just 4 more weeks and I needed to be healed. I saw Rhonda again as I was driving out and I gladly took her words of wisdom to heart. She told me that it was a good sign that I had a tough race and struggled the race before my goal race. She said that it was a sure sign that Umstead would go well for me. Thanks Rhonda, that's the plan.
At the finish after changing into dry clothes