I took a whole new approach in training for this race
this year. Last year I did typical Ultra trail run training and I just got so
slow. My weekly mileage was hard to hit running 5 days a week, and I didn't
enjoy it. On top of that, I was very slow in all other races relative to my
past performances. I decided I would go back to typical marathon training: 7 days
a week with 2 speed days, and limit myself to 22 mile long runs. I would trust
that I could use my nutrition and overall volume leg strength to pull me through
100 miles. I was concerned, but I had run Cactus really well and a 3:02
marathon in Houston in January, indicating that I was in good shape. Basically
I was flipping a coin, and if this race went badly, I was just going to be a
slow trail runner that was much better on the roads. If this race went well, then maybe I had a
breakthrough on trail training. As a side note, I am now seriously thinking of
writing an Ultra Trail Training book – just based off of my trial/error and
what’s worked for me. The best I’ve found out there is Relentless Forward
Progress, but it is a little outdated.
While I was pleased with my general training leading up
to race weekend, the actual week before the race ended up being pretty tough
personally. Sunny got really sick and
was in bed and unable to take care of the kids, so my evenings were much busier
than I would’ve otherwise planned. I
also realized Friday when I was packing that I had booked my hotel in
Huntsville, AL instead of Texas…there was $200 down the drain. I quickly booked
a room for Friday night and figured I would run all night Saturday so I didn't
need a room Saturday – I would just roll out my sleeping bag. After driving to
Huntsville, I got to bed at 8:30 after a good meal at the Olive Garden.
Loop 1 - 3:12
(9:37 pace) I took off the first
lap with Edgar and about 20 other friends. The first lap was so super easy. I
was running as slow as possible and just talking with friends the whole way. I
was taking a gel every 20 minutes (which I would continue to do all day and night).
I dropped my light off with Suann at DamNation once the sun was up and kept
going. Around there I had caught up to
Matt Crownover and I figured I was running too fast as I knew he was going sub
19. But I knew the day would heat up and I was going to start crying and
walking after mile 60. I just can't run that far. I have never made it through
a 100 running the whole way. The wheels always come off at around mile 80. By
the end of this first loop, Shaheen and Edgar were just a minute behind me and
I know they were thinking I had taken it out too fast. I knew they would come
by me on the second loop, but I was so happy to feel so strong. Last year I was
holding on to their pace on the first lap and it was 20 min slower.
Loop 2 - 3:42
(11:07 pace) I took my first Ensure
(350cal) and that took a minute to settle. This year I switched from all
Gatorade to all water. It was a positive change. The first loop was all gels (maybe
8 or 9). I would add more table food on the second lap. Many of the big dogs passed
me the first 3-5 miles of this loop but my goal was 12 min miles for this loop in
order to break 22 hours, so I was running that. By the time we got to DamNation
it really started to heat up. My pace still held good. At mile 30 I was alone
so I put on my music. I did run out of water with only one bottle on the 6 mile
DamNation loop (I would bring a second bottle for loop 3). Ultra running is
about adjustments… Mile 34 was 9:53 so I guess I was still rolling. Maybe it was a mistake but these races are not
won and lost on single miles or handfuls of minutes. My motto today was no matter how bad it got, I
would regroup and get it going again.
Loop 3 - 4:04
(12:12 pace) Another Ensure and another quick barf/burp in the mouth
and I was off again. I was about 40 minutes ahead of pace and I wanted to go as
slow as I needed this loop to save something for the night. I knew after this
loop the temps would start coming down. I decided to start an 8 minute run /2
minute walk pattern. That would allow me to eat every other walk break. Timing
is so important in these races for me. I needed to keep the food coming. Last
year I shut it down (eating) and it shut me down. Even with the walk breaks I
was holding close to the12 minute pace. The goal this lap was a 13 minute pace.
Great - sub 22 hours was still on the table! This lap felt a bit cooler than
lap 2 as the sun was a little lower and I was getting some shade. I kept
thinking this whole loop: What if I get
there too soon and my pacer isn't there yet. I was about to be 1 hour ahead of
pace. I really started to kill time the last 5 miles…
Loop 4 - 4:41
(14:05 pace) I got my pacer
Michael Bordelon, my old-person-Ensure (Buuuuuuuurp) and off we went. I grabbed my handheld flashlight but I didn't
need it yet. We could make it to DamNation (mile 66) before I would need it. I
would grab my headlamp there as well. I had asked Mike to push me harder this
year and he was the best pacer. I would fight to back off the gas, but he kept
us running. We basically took no walk
breaks longer than 2 min except at an aid station to drink soup - but even that
was quick. We covered all my emotional BS and insecurities that night. What was
my role in my local running community? We would talk about how I was a slave to
the watch and looking at it during walk breaks was making me think I was giving
all the time I had made during the day back. We would move from a 6-2 run walk
pattern down to a 4-2 pattern by the end of the loop. We still nailed the goal
of 14 min pace for this loop and held the 1 hour lead on our goal. We knew we
had 6 hours to get thru the last loop. I was sure that I would stop running at
any minute...
Loop 5 – 4:57
(14:51 pace) One more long sleeve, no Ensure as I was sick of throwing
up in my mouth, but took a 5 hr. Energy instead. Suann, Scott and Amy helped me
keep my head on at the turn around. I switched out my watch even though my 910
would have made the last loop. My XT310 never found a satellite so it was just
a time-of-the-night watch. Mike would do my run/walk splits even though I was
sure he was forgetting to watch the time and letting me run long. Funny how 4
minutes of running takes FOREVER after 80 or 90 miles (especially when Mike
wouldn’t call it for five or six minutes…) The whole loop I was complaining
about sore legs and being tired, but Mike just kept saying how my running pace
was still 11-12 min pace so we were still clicking off sub 15 min miles. I was
just so sure that everything was going to shut down. I kept eating and I kept
hitting new mileage milestones - I had never run past 80 miles before. Then 85,
then 90, and even 95 (when I died last year). I was so mean to Mike. I would bark if he ran alongside
me. I would tell him to get behind me. He would trip on a rock and then stumble
past me. I just knew he was going to trip me as he fell down. We would pass
girls and he would try to get me to flirt with them. I didn't want to talk
about girls. After we would pass them I would say something grumpy like they
probably weren't very good looking. He also kept saying we could break 21 hours
and I told him it was too much pressure. There was no way I could hold this
pace. I was just sure the wheels would come off. We finally had 1:20 to run the
last 4.4 miles and I knew we had a good shot. It got funny the last 4 miles. A
guy past us and I knew that I was still in the game because I decided I would
hunt this guy for one mile and then I was going to fly by him and his pacer and
destroy his spirit. I would lay down the 97 mile hammer and never let him catch
me. We passed him back on a downhill at mile 3 right before the trails merged
and we kept going. I started to play with Mike here. There was 3 miles and 1
hour to go. I told Mike it was going to be tough. Then it was 2 miles and 46
minutes to go, this is going to be real tight. The last mile felt amazing. I
felt like I could keep going another 20 miles. We started to run faster and
faster and when he stopped me for my last walk break, I said give me one
minute. He said there is the finish, let's go. So we took off. Turns out he
pointed out some other building – not the finish - but we were really close, so
we flew down the finish chute.
Total 20:38 27th/229 finished - 340
started
Post wrap up:
I had the race of my life. It gives me hope that maybe I can run 100 miles. At
one point, back when I first started running, I thought 13 miles seemed like a
ridiculously long distance. Everything in life is relative, I guess. Like when
I use to think raising one kid was so hard - then I had three. I am so thankful
for all my friends that were out here supporting me. To my wife and kids, who
get my whole Ultra obsession. To Neil
for always being there to support me. He let me crash at his hotel and get a
shower. To Michael Bordelon that has paced me here 2 years in a row. For
someone that has run very few Ultras, he really gets how to pace, and he understands
me. It takes a strong friendship to survive the stuff that is said from mile 80
-100. Hell, I am not even sure what I said from 95-100 these last two years but
I am sure it is not nice or well thought out...