I haven't run fast for a while. I focused the past months on as much volume and vertical as possible, which has not meant much energy to sharpen the axe. 20 days out from UTMB, I figured a day of shorter racing would give me a nice strength boost and recalibrate my mind and muscles to what real pain and suffering was all about. It just so happens that this weekend, there are 2 local races starting just 2 hours apart that made for an exciting and acutely painful "speedwork" day. I have not run a 5k or 10k since I was 10 years old, so I did not know what to expect besides trying hard and having fun.
First up was the Donnelly Huckleberry Trot 5k. I had it on good authority that the winner of this rig got a fresh baked Huckleberry pie. Sold. I am a sucker for fruit pies...especially locally picked berry pies. I took it out hard, but my hamstrings were already very unhappy and tight after just a half mile. Some rolling hills added to the fun and my heartrate soared. I figured I could run around 5 minute splits- which I knew would hurt carrying all the miles and fatigue on my legs into the race. At the turnaround, I wasted a bit of ground missing an arrow in the parking lot behind the old Roseberry General Store. I rejoined the inbound course and focused on form. Mostly, I focused on proper arm carriage and backward/downward elbow drive with velocity. This drives faster leg turnover and avoids wasteful arm gyrations that plague my running as I tie up with fatigue. "Put the elbows in your back pockets."
On I went, deeper into anaerobia and farther into the pain cave. My watch registered 3.1 and I still had a ways to go. My sub-16 slipped away. I hit the line in 16:21 and was glad to be done. I thanked everyone for the "fun", grabbed my pie, chugged an ice cold shake of ginger/citrus SWORD sports drink mixed with whey protein isolate for quick recovery, rolled the sticks with my R8 and I headed north on Highway 55 for Brundage Mountain.
|Finishing my 5k. Marcie Betty photo.|
The Brundage Summit Cat Track 10k is a first year event organized by Brundage Ski Resort and RD'ed by my wife Brandi. It is a classic and simple challenge that I undertake often in my training...run up the Cat Track and back down it. There are better routes up and down the mountain, but this one is a fine test of legs, lungs and guts. The start is at 6000'. The first mile climbs 400 feet, to where the steepness starts. The next mile goes up 800' and is a VO2 maximizer. Early in the 3rd mile you hit the "shoulder" of the mountain, hang a left and roll north along the summit ridge from 7200' to the summit at 7640' and the turnaround.
|Photo by April Whitney.|
The steepness came and my margin grew some more. My breathing was raspy and I was near my limit as the slope increased to over 20% for the final 500' vertical pitch to the shoulder at 7200'. The angle eased but my legs would not turnover. My hams were smoked from the 5k this morning and I was left with a short and choppy stride. I have run this stretch much faster in training, but it was not happening for me. The heat was soaring up there. As I approached the turnaround aid station, I saw my Mother-in-law Rita and barked out "shot of coke...shot of coke." I was falling apart and needed a bit of sugar to clear my head. I managed to get a mouthful on the run, a big splash across my face and tossed the rest. It helped. I hit the top at 26:30, a PR by about 2 minutes. As I descended, I passed Gabe 30 seconds later, which meant my lead was 1 minute. He looked great and I feared his youthful speed on the downhill. A shot of adrenaline spiked through me and I galloped a bit faster. My wobbly legs struggled to find a rhythm on the steep and rocky descent. One misplaced step onto a rock and everything I have been building this year would be ruined. My plan was to run the rockier upper stretch a bit more cautiously, then gain speed as it smoothed out below and run the last 1.5 miles all out. Of course this plan hinged on having a big lead. If the race was close, I was ready to roll the dice and go "a la mort." As it played out, I was able to find a groove in the 4:45 pace range and actually gain a bit more ground finishing 90 seconds ahead of Gabe for the W. We hung out on the lawn a while sharing stories and enjoying the day. Later, the party headed for Smoky's Bar and Grill in the Lodge for awards and beers. The event was a fine success for Brundage and Brandi again knocked it out of the park as RD.
Up Split 26:30 (8:32 pace)
Down Split: 14:55 (4:48 pace)
Finish: 41:25 CR/FKT (6:39 pace)
I am thrilled that I was able to hold it together in both races and as I write this I am plenty sore, but in a good way. The kind of deep quad seasoning that forces adaptations I will need after 75 miles in the Alps. Not sure why I am always more hobbled than others by races and hard training. I see after-race interviews with winners looking like they are ready to run some more. I am always so much more beat up than anyone else. I have some theories:
1. I undertrain. Possible. But I get my peak miles up there to elite levels and can hold it together for 100 mile races, so I can't be that lacking for fitness.
2. I am old. 35 is plenty old for achy, arthritis-y soreness.
3. I am bio-mechanically unsound. Yeah, my mechanics are lacking.
4. I race harder than others. I think this is it. Something in my brain allows me to push myself to a greater percentage of my maximum than most others, to induce more damage and bear more pain. This is great when the body allows, but can be disastrous when things are not right.
I'm easing back now- only 19 days to go. I'm plotting some final training missions in the peaks to cap my prep for UTMB. Mostly off-trail hiking and peak bagging from here on out. Really starting to get excited.
I'm working on a full crossing of the Crestline above McCall. Not the Crestline Trail, but the "Real Crestline"...the top ridge. I have looked at it everyday since I moved here. Brandi and I married on frozen Payette Lake with it as a back drop. I have been doing recon work in small chunks over the years. It is an obvious and perfect objective. Roughly 25 miles long with over 10,000' vertical. About 20 of those miles are off trail scrambling over the serrated knife edge of the Crestline and topping about 15 peaks. Some highlights are Fall Creek Summit, Box Peak, Beaverdam Peak, Rain Peak and Pearl Peak. The start is at around 5100' at the South Crestline Trailhead. After the first climb to Fall Creek Summit, you are above 8000' for the duration of the traverse, before dropping into 20 Mile Trailhead at 5700' to finish. Few days of rest, a good weather forecast and it's on!
|Typical Crestline action around Beaverdam Peak.|
|Classic granite ridge traversing above Burnside Lake|
|Looking down at Duck Lake (right side of pic) and the 20 Mile Creek drainage- part of the IMTUF 100 course.|
|February 16, 2012. We married on an ice fishing trail on frozen Payette Lake under the beautiful Crestline.|