Monday, April 19, 2021

SCAR (Smokies Challenge Adventure Run) - 4/17/2021

Gear list, water stops, and tips for SCAR runners at the bottom!

Every blog write-up regarding SCAR starts with the compulsory explanation of SCAR.  I suppose this is for family and friends that might read about your adventure.  Let's face it, your family and friends that don't know about SCAR are not going to read your blog post.  If they do, explaining SCAR to someone who doesn't run ultras is like explaining the concept of building a house to a child who plays with Lincoln Logs.  When the concept gets broken down to the ultimate goal being to cover 72 miles in 24 hours, the math begins.  Uncle Joey will state, "Hey, that's just a 20-minute mile.  I do 18 minute miles when walking at the mall."  And there you'll have it.  Your big goal and, ultimately, accomplishment will be nothing more than a mall walk.

With that being said...  SCAR is a 70+ mile traverse of the Appalachian Trail through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park with ~40,000 feet of elevation change just to keep you honest.  It is a true right of passage for a southeast ultrarunner.  You can complete SCAR unsupported (carry all food and gear and filter all your water) or go supported with crew points at mile ~31 and ~40 miles.  You can go either northbound or southbound.  I figure if you're going to be a bear, be a grizzly.  So, it was going to be a solo, unsupported northbound attempt with the goal of sub-24 hours.  There aren't any grizzlies in the Smokies, and I don't believe bears follow any south to north migratory patterns through the park so the analogy doesn't work well.  But here we are.  The decision to go solo, unsupported was the first of many bad decisions for this particular adventure.

For a 20-24 hour run, you'll need ~5,000 calories, appropriate clothing, and the ability to carry enough water to get you between water stops.  Outside of that, every other piece of gear is optional until it isn't optional and you really need it.  Ultimately, you have to make tough decisions on gear to be left out of your pack to cut on weight and to save room.  I eschewed my Smartwool 250 thermal shirt and tights for a Smartwool 150 long-sleeve shirt.  To ensure I could focus on nutrition and hydration, I also chose to forego trekking poles.  These would be key mistakes that would cost me time and comfort as the day progressed.

The weather was variable with the temperatures set for 60F/37F on Saturday at low elevation (1,821 feet) and 37F/22F with 20 mph winds at high elevation (6,641 feet).  The day started with a 4am wake-up call with my wife agreeing to drive me the 3 hours to Fontana Dam.  As is often the case, you are excited until you aren't.  Then it becomes a grind.  When I set out at 8am on Saturday at 4/17/2021, it was 44F.  That would be the warmest temperature I would see for the duration of SCAR.


The first 15 miles were well groomed trails for the Appalachian Trail.  I felt smooth and quite comfortable leading up to Spence Field.  The thought of sub-20 hours crossed my mind, but I knew the day didn't really start until Spence Field when the trail becomes more technical.  You damn well better feel great through the first 15 miles of a 70+ mile run.  If not, you're going to have some real problems out there.  The weather had called for scattered showers, but it was scattered sleet instead!  The first water filtration break came at Derrick Knob.  I utilized a Katadyn BeFree filter which worked well for my purposes.  I read that some brave souls drink straight from the rusty pipes or PVC pipes coming from the springs, but I wanted to die from hypothermia, falling off the side of a cliff, wild hog attack, or bear attack.  Giardia is simply not a sexy way to go.   


The approach to Clingmans Dome started smoothly.  Once I neared the top, the first round of nausea began.  I slowed down, drank, took electrolytes, and stayed calm.  I switched from Gu Chews to more solid foods hoping this would solve the problem.  Unfortunately, switching to trail mix sent the problem into overdrive.  We've all vomited during an ultra.  However, vomiting chunks of nuts and M&Ms through the nose was a new experience for me.  I was glad that I got to wait until a group of tourists going for a day hike were coming around a turn to start that process.  I hope it was as good for them as it was for me.

The descent off Clingmans is zero fun.  Even fresh, it's zero fun.  It's a technical, rock, rooty mess. And right when you get into the groove of running it, you start some bullshit climb to Mt Collins.  By the time I rolled my not so happy ass into Newfound gap, I had vomited twice and felt awful.  I sent a text to the wife and gave a quick social media post noting how awful I felt before putting the phone back into airplane mode.  We've all been in bad spots before.  There's usually a rebound if you just take your time, walk, and continue to try to eat and drink.  Thus, I trudged onward. 


After trekking to Icewater Springs Shelter, it was clear that I was going to have a slow, painful, and miserable evening.  I considered turning around and trekking the 3-4 miles back to Newfound Gap.  I would certainly run into the many out of shape day hikers that lacked flashlights or headlamps returning to their car from hiking to Charlies Bunion.  I could work a deal where I would trade my headlamp light so they could negotiate the technical trail for a ride back to Gatlinburg.  But then I'd have to explain to a stranger what I was doing, and they'd tell me about how they walk in the mall every evening.  I had gotten myself into this mess, so I knew I had to figure out how to get myself out it.

There isn't much to say about the last 25 miles of SCAR.  It was dark. I was miserably cold and would shake uncontrollably with any stoppage.  The views would have been incredible, but all that could be seen were the distant lights of the cities.  I trudged on but desperately wanted to stop.  I considered bail out options with even the thought of cutting 5-7 miles off sounding tempting.  I would like to say that what kept me going was how bad I wanted it.  Instead, it was how badly I didn't want to face this challenge again.  I went the last 25 miles of SCAR without eating and the last 15 miles of SCAR without drinking.  My final attempt to eat and drink came when the hallucinations were simply getting the best of me near the top of Mt Cammerer.  While I vomited again with the attempt, it did snap me out of the hallucinations.  WINNING!


This leads me to a key mistake I made before the run even started.  I opted for more food capacity versus cold weather clothing and trekking poles.  If anything had gone wrong, I would have been in serious trouble.  With spotty cell reception and no hikers/runners at night, things could have gone sideways in a hurry.  Either a larger pack or a Naked Running Band would have provided all the extra space I needed to have the appropriate gear.  Silly mistake trying to shave a few extra ounces could have cost me a finish, my life, or put someone else's life in danger.  It's simply inexcusable on my part.

I knew the last 15 miles of SCAR all to well.  I run them frequently during training runs.  However, it felt like a foreign land when tired and at night.  I was certain I was lost after Snake Den Ridge and doubled back to the trailhead to ensure I was on the AT.  I still can't understand how a trail I knew so well could seem so different.  On the same note, I saw lots of interesting wildlife.  Most notably was a 6 foot tall king cobra, lion, orangutan, and several cows.  Or I was hallucinating.  When I happened upon two hikers going up to Mt Cammerer to see sunrise around Chestnut Branch Trail, I asked them if they were real.  They laughed and asked if I was ok.  At that point, I didn't have a response other than a mumble of something incoherent.  Finally, I reach Davenport Gap Shelter and knew I was a mile away.  I wanted to run it in, but my legs couldn't muster a downhill 20-minute mile.  Uncle Joey would have beat me in a mall walking race at this point.  I strolled into Davenport Gap in a half-stupor with my wife waiting to pick me up.  I'm not sure I made much sense when attempting to change out of clothes or getting into the car, but I was certainly glad to be done.  

With so many challenges like this, you swear you'll never do it again.   48 hours later, I'm certain I'll never do another solo, unsupported run of SCAR.  I might consider it with friends and a crew or joining someone for the last half.  This was simply harder day than I anticipated.  I'm certain the inability to eat and drink for the last half played into it.  I'm not sure what transpired to cause that reaction, but I was glad to overcome it to finish.  In the words of Yvon Chouinard, "It's not an adventure until something goes wrong."  It was certainly an adventure.  

Strava (because it didn't happenif it isn't on Strava): https://strava.app.link/bdrRc0DmAfb


Below is my gear list and tips for first timers:

Backpack:  Salomon ADV Skin 12
Shoes:  Hoka One One Evo Speedgoat
Shorts/Shirt:  Saucony Compression Shorts & Gore Running Wear Half-Zip T-shirt
Socks:  Drymax 1/4 Crew Lite Trail Socks

Extra Gear in Backpack:
-Smartwool Merino 150 Thermal Baselayer with Hood
-North Face Flight Series Jacket
-Montane Minimus Stretch Ultra Jacket (waterproof/windproof)
-Montane Minimus Pants (waterproof/windproof)
-Montane Switch Gloves with Pull-Out Mitt
-Raidlight MP Overmitts (waterproof/windproof)
-Buff
Water Filtration:
-Katadyn BeFree 0.6L
-Backup chemical treatment:  Aquamira Water Treatment Drops
Headlamp:
-Petzl Nao
Backup Light:
-Fenix LD22
SOL Emergency Bivvy
Miscellaneous:  
-Salt tablets
-Toilet paper
-Drugs:  Imodium, Ibuprofen, Tums 
-Cellphone
-ID & insurance:  Drivers license, insurance card, credit card, and enough cash to pay for a shuttle from Newfound Gap to Gatlinburg if things go wrong
Food: 5,000 calories of trail mix, Kind bars, Gu Chews, and wraps
Water:  2 x 500 mL soft flasks, 1.5 L bladder

Tips for first time SCAR runners:
1.) Underestimate your fitness and overestimate the difficulty of the course.  You are not as in shape as you think you are and the course is harder and more technical than you think.
2.) It only takes an average of 20 minute miles to cover SCAR sub-24.  (72 miles x 20 minutes = 1440 minutes/24 hours).  To break 24 hours, I think you have to run, but not too fast and not too often.  I suggest trying to do the downhills and flats in 14-minute pace and uphills in 22 minute pace.  That provides an average pace of 18 minute miles.  That gives ~2 hours and 20 minutes of built-in time.  You'll need ~1 hour for water stops and fidgeting with gear.  20 minutes for crying on a rock and re-evaluating your life choices that led you to choose this stupid course of action.  1 hour buffer for shit just simply going wrong or a slow second half.
3.) Simply keep moving.  It's tough.  There are going to be hard miles.  If I was not filtering water, I kept moving.  I combined adding clothing layers, putting a headlamp on, and fidgeting with gear with my water filtration stops to minimize down time with the exception of one stop around midnight for an added base layer.  Try to avoid crying while sitting on a rock.  Just keep moving forward.  It only takes 20-minute miles to go sub-24.  
2.) Train with a fully loaded backpack.  If you only train with the pack you typically carry for a 30 mile long run, SCAR is going to be a rude awakening.
3.) Take a more warm weather gear than you think you will need.  I was miserably cold Saturday night/Sunday morning.  If anything had gone wrong, I would have been in real trouble and dealing with hypothermia.  Trying to save weight and room in order to store more food, I opted for a 150 weight merino wool shirt instead of 250 weight and no tights.  In terms of comfort and safety, this was one of my biggest mistakes.
4.) Take your trekking poles.  In order to ensure I kept on my hydration and nutrition, I opted to not take trekking poles.  I would have given my best friend's left kidney for them over the last 30 miles.  I highly recommend the Leki Micro Trail series (no financial interest).  The trigger shark gloves keep you from having straps to deal with and are simple to slip on/off. 
5.) Treat this as a 100-miler.  Taper.  Train specifically for SCAR.  I had simply used this as a training run with an easy week leading up to SCAR.  
6.) Train on the course.  Spend a Saturday running from Fontana Dam to Newfound Gap and another Saturday from Newfound Gap to Davenport Gap to know the course.  It will make a difference in your pacing and decision making.
7.) I would consider the best time of year for attempting SCAR to be early May.  Spring showers should still have water plentiful.  The weather should still be cool but not too hot.  If you can give yourself a one-week window to get the job done, it would increase your odds of success considerably.  Thursday or Sunday would have been a much better weather window starting Saturday for me.
8.) I truly believe Southbound is an easier option.  Start early in the morning to with plans to reach Mt Cammerer at sunrise.  If going sub-24, You'll clear most of the technical sections in the daylight and only have a brief stay at 5,000 feet at night leading to less cold weather.  Having a crew obviously makes the whole thing easier (but not easy).
9.) Water stops that I utilized:
-Derrick Knob shelter (I'd likely skip this one and go to Double Springs next time if under the same weather conditions)
-Double Springs shelter
-Small spring halfway between Clingmans Dome an Newfound Gap. The water flows out between a rock onto the trail.  
-Icewater Springs Shelter
-Tricorner Knob (could be utilized but I chose not to due to poor intake of water)

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Rut Rogue 40-Miler

Passing aid station #5 and around mile 28, the waves of nausea were overwhelming.  I told myself the words all ultrarunners say at some point in their running careers, "Quit being a pussy, stick your finger down your throat, and get it over with."  And there I was.  Vomiting on the side of the trail with what I had convinced myself was 22 miles to go.

But let's start from the beginning.  Why the Rut Rogue 40-Miler?  First, I thought the name was flat out awesome and it reminded me of Scooby Doo.  Yep, a child's cartoon played a major role in my decision to register for the race.  Don't judge.  How do you chose races?  Proximity?  Reputation?  Elites?  If so, you are doing it all wrong.

Rut Rogue was set to be a "B" race for the year with 5 days of scheduled rest following 8 weeks of training.  All was going as planned until Natalie came home with a cold.  As with most things that don't go as planned, blaming problems on your spouse is a convenient way to go.  I stand by that.  By Wednesday, I knew I was getting sick.  Thursday evening, I was sick.  By Friday, I felt like death.  It seemed like a great time to make a road trip for an ultra.  Despite being ill, I mustered the strength to stop by Bruisin' Ales, Total Wine & More, and Beverage Outlet.  I have priorities in life.  My beer purchases included:  1) Allagash White, 2) Allagash Saison,  3) Allagash Midnight Brett, 4) Dogfish Head Rosabi, 5) Southern Tier Creme Brulee Stout, 6) Moonlight Meadery Kurt's Apple Pie, 7) Brasserie Dupot Posca Rustica, 8) Mikkeller Spontanframboos, 9) Hanssens Lambic Experimental Cassis, 10) Founders Big Lushious, 11) Boulevard Smokhouse Series Collaboration #4 Saison, 12) Schlossbrauerei Au-Hallertau PiwoGrodziskie-Gratzer Ale, 13) Stone Enjoy by 2-14-15, 14.) Anderson Valley Blood Orange Gose.  Needless to say, by the time I reached Augusta, picked up my packet, and got food, I was exhausted and went to bed by 7pm in a NyQuil induced coma.

Race day morning required me awakening in a semi-stupor at 4:30am, and following GPS coordinates to the start.  Since I was unfamiliar with the area, driving back roads at 5:30, and trying to follow a GPS, I was very appreciative of the fellow runner that tailgated me for 4 miles on the way to the race.  The extra light in my rearview mirror greatly helped me speed along the roads.  

My strategy for the race was simple.  I was going to rely on my PEDs to get me through the first half of the race and hope to hang on for the second half of the race.  I didn't read all the ingredients on the OTC meds, so I'm sure at least one WADA banned substance was consumed.



Despite my fear of being DQ'd if I was drug tested, I lined up for the start.  I have a habit of hanging back for the first few miles and letting someone else dictate the pace till I figure out my day.  On this day, no one seemed to want to take the lead, so I immediately took over at the start.  My sinuses weren't draining too much, there was minimal coughing, and I was pretty much alone in the woods after the first mile.

Since I didn't have a crew, I made a decision to use two backpacks with my 2nd pack waiting at mile 17.  Uneventful can describe the first 17 miles.  I was unsure of my lead on my fellow runners but hadn't seen anyone for the previous 17 miles.  My headache and sinus drainage was starting to creep back.  However, I put on my big boy pants coming into mile 17 and acted like all was fine as I made quick work of switching out packs and was in/out in less than a minute.  This was when the wheels started to fall off.

I was sick and completely not wanting to run any more coming into aid station #4 and mile 22.  I took a ginger chew to settle down some slight feelings of nausea and kept plugging away.  Unfortunately, my nausea kept getting worse, and I stopped eating.  During my 5 miles of self-loathing, I managed to convince myself that I was in the midst of a 50-mile trail race.  I'm not sure how.  Especially since all the course markings clearly displayed the race distance.  But that's ultrarunning for you.


I was ready to drop.  I was done with the race.  I could have given a flying rat's butt that I was in first. I was sick in Augusta, GA, no crew, no one was going to drive me back to the hotel (or 4.5 hours back home), and I was done.  I half rolled into mile 27/aid station #5 and realized dropping here was not an option.  I had to at least make it to mile 31.6 to drop out.  The waves of nausea were overwhelming.  I didn't want to vomit.  I hadn't vomited in quite some time.  But it was coming and it seemed in bad form to vomit at an aid station.  I ran 1/2 mile and gave myself the pep talk, "Quit being a pussy, stick your finger down your throat, and get it over with."  And there I was.  Vomiting on the side of the trail with what I had convinced myself was 22 miles to go.

I thought of walking to aid station #6, but I realized it would just prolong my time on the trail.  I wanted to be done.  I couldn't handle another 22 miles.  I just wanted someone/anyone to pass me so I didn't drop out of the race in the lead.  I began running with some intention of just getting to the aid station as fast as I could to get out of the race.  Finally, I made it to mile 31.6 and aid station #6 and was greeted to the words "You can do it!  Only 8 miles to go!"  Finally, I was snapped back into reality and had some fantastic moments of self-talk that involved several expletives and inner laughter.  8 miles?  Heck, I could do just about anything for 8 miles.  I reached into the backpack, grabbed a ginger chew and walked out of the aid station.


 I walked for about 100 meters wondered why in the hell no one had passed me yet.  At this point, I decided to giddy-up and try for a win.  I gave myself one simple rule, no walking.  So, I ran, jogged, and slogged 8 miles.  After what seemed an eternity, the finish line finally came into sight.  I looked over my shoulder to ensure no sprint was necessary and mustered my best "no problem, just out for a weekend jog" smile and went toward the finish.


That was it!  1st overall in 5:25:25!  The Rut Rogue 40-Miler was a fantastic course.  Smooth running surface, lots of those silly little berms that mountain bikers love so much.  While I was concerned about course markings at the start of the race with both a 40k, 40-miler, and relay race going on at the same time with all different courses, it was well marked with only a couple of moments of confusion on my part.  As in all cases, when you reach a junction and there is no sign, go straight and don't make a 90 degree turn for absolutely no reason.  I enjoyed the great schwag bag including a seat cover, cool finishers award and chair with Rut Rogue embroidered on it.

I wanted to hang out and talk to everyone for a while after the race, but I simply wasn't up to it and headed back to the hotel for the dinner of champions:


In typical Brian fashion, the beer cost more than the pizza but was enjoyed despite the solid headache and runny nose.  If you are looking far a race in February to escape the cold of northeast TN, I definitely recommend the Rug Rogue 40-Miler as a warm-up race for the spring ultra season.

Next Race:  Thomas Jefferson 100k

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Berliner Weisse - My Interpretation of Dogfish Head Festina Peche

For those unfamiliar with the Berliner Weisse style, it is a sour, wheat-based beer that is low in abv.  It is typically doctored with either woodruff or raspberry syrup to counteract the sourness.  The beer has no apparent hop bitterness.  Production of Berliner Weisse dates back to the 16th century in northern Germany with the style reaching its pinnacle in the mid 19th century with over 70 breweries in Berlin alone producing the style.  Even Napolean had an admiration for this sour, tart, acid, and refreshing beer, famously referring to the style as the "Champagne of the north."  Unfortunately, the style was nearly lost in the 20th century with only 2 breweries in Berline still brewing the style.  The style has made a modest comeback thanks to the American craft brew movement and can be found today in small batch runs by many North American craft breweries.

My favorite interpretation of the Berliner Weisse style is Dogfish Head's Festina Peche.  DFH describes the Festina Peche as a "refreshing neo-Berliner Weisse" to be consumed during the "sweaty months."  What separates Festina Peche from the traditional Berliner Weisse style is the use of peaches during fermentation.  The natural peach sugars are utilized by the yeast and lactobacillus and eliminate the need to add syrup to off-set the tart/sour.

As any good homebrewer wishes to do, I set out to duplicate the recipe and add my own flair to it.  Approaching brewing a Berliner Weisse is different than other beers.  There are many ways to brew a Berliner Weisse.  The traditional method utilizes a decoction mash and first wort hopping with a sparge directly into the fermenter with no boil.  I fully admit I didn't perform the traditional method.  First, a decoction mash is a pain the ass.  Second, I don't trust the natural bacteria growing in my mash tun or the grain to provide me with a decent beer.  It might just do it, but I sure don't want to find out.  Other methods include performing a normal sparge and performing either a short boil or a long boil.  Some even perform a sour mash and then boil once the desired level of sourness is reached.

Next, you need to choose your bacteria and yeast.  Choosing your Lactobacillus strain can be just as difficult.  Do you want a homofermentative Lactobacillus strain that will produce lactic acid and little else or a heterofermentative strain that will produce ethanol?  Typically a homofermentative strain will produce a more sour, tart drink but will give little to no alcohol.  Remember this from Biology?
Yeah, I don't either.  You can bet I would have paid better attention if this was how it was presented!  The yeast strain is rather easy to pick, a clean german ale yeast is typically used.  A traditional Berliner Weisse will also use Brettanomyces Bruxellensis during secondary or at bottling.

Below is my interpretation of the Festina Peche / Berliner Weisse:

Style: Berliner Weisse
Type: All Grain

Recipe Specifications
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Boil Size: 6.12 gal
Post Boil Volume: 5.98 gal
Batch Size (fermenter): 5.00 gal
Bottling Volume: 4.60 gal
Estimated OG: 1.034 SG
Estimated Color: 3.0 SRM
Estimated IBU: 6.5 IBUs
Brewhouse Efficiency: 60.00 %
Est Mash Efficiency: 69.0 %
Boil Time: 10 Minutes

Ingredients:
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Amt                   Name                                  
4 lbs 8.0 oz        Pilsner (2 Row) Bel (2.0 SRM)
3 lbs                  White Wheat Malt (2.4 SRM)    
0.75 oz              Tettnang [4.50 %] - First Wort Hop
1.0 pkg              Berliner Weisse Blend (White Labs #WLP630 Yeast)
1.0 pkg              Lactobacillus Delbrueckii (Wyeast Labs #5335 Yeast)


Mash Schedule: Single Infusion, Batch Sparge
Total Grain Weight: 7 lbs 8.0 oz
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Name              Description                                           Step Temp   Step Time  
Mash In          Add 9.38 quarts of water at 159.1 F         149.0 F       90 min      

Sparge: Batch sparge with 2 steps (1.74gal, 3.18gal) of 168.0 F water

Notes:
Cool wort to 100 F and pitch Lactobacillus Delbrueckii (Wyeast #5335)
Wait 2 days and pitch Berliner Weisse Blend (While Labs #WLP630)
After 2 weeks, move to secondary fermentation and rack onto 3 lbs, 1 oz of peach puree.
Secondary fermentation for 6 months and then rack off peach puree into tertiary.
Tertiary for 2 weeks or until clear.
Fermentation temperature ~68 degrees
Bottle conditioned with carbonation level of 3.2 volumes of CO2 with table sugar

Explanation of my process:
I did not perform a traditional decoction mash due to the increased time required for this process, nor did I do a no boil method due to wanting to exactly control the bugs/yeast that went into my beer.  I only cooled my wort to 100 F since Lactobacillus Delbrueckii liking very warm temperatures.  The wort cooled naturally to 78 degrees in 2 days when the Berliner Weisse Blend was pitched.  The amount of peach puree was guess.  However, I'd rather have too little peach than too much peach.  We've all tasted the nastiness that is Son of a Peach, and the last thing the world needs is a replica of that crappy, extract infused beer.  I skipped on adding Brettanomyces Bruxellensis during tertiary or at bottling because Festina Peche has no apparent Brett character.

Comparison to DFH Festina Peche:
My version on the left, DFH on the right
As far as IBUs, SRM, mouth feel, and carbonation, both beers were similar.  My version had a tart aroma.  The peach aroma was slight but present, but the DFH version had a more present peach aroma.  My version had a much more pronounced sourness and tartness and a lighter peach presence but still apparent.  Again, DFH had less sourness and tartness but a more pronounced peach flavor.  As far as complexity of flavor, I believe mine won out hands down.  My wife agreed.  We both preferred my version over DFH.  Of course, I'd happily enjoy either beer on a warm summer day!

Good brewing and drinking all!

Monday, June 10, 2013

Old Dominion 100-Miler DNF

The week before the OD 100, Natalie and I went on vacation. We traveled to Delaware and visited my one of my favorite breweries, Dogfish Head.  Dogfish Head had long been a destination brewery for me, and I can say the tour and visit to the brewpub was everything I had hoped for.



We continued to Washington DC and visited more breweries!  In between drinking, we saw the president, a few museums, plants, rocks, and animals.  All in all, a fantastic week.  I hoped that getting away from 50+ hour work weeks would allow me to make up for the short-comings in preparation for the Old Dominion 100-Miler.



Coming into the Old Dominion 100-Miler, I wasn't 100% sure what to expect out of my body. I had been battling with anemia for the better part of the Winter and Spring. Just one month before OD 100-Miler, it was suggested that I have a blood transfusion so I could bring my hemoglobin up to at least "low" levels. However, despite this, I had managed to run some decent races, including a win at the Power to the Tower 50k and second place at the Strolling Jim 40-Miler. On the flip-side, my bad days were really bad. I never knew what my body would allow on any day. Maybe I'd have a great workout or maybe my fingertips would turn blue and I would struggle to slog through 4-5 miles. I was going into the Old Dominion 100-Miler averaging the lowest number of miles per week since I started running again 3 years ago.

I was well rested and felt pretty good coming into race day.  Unfortunately, I had stopped taking iron supplementation two days before the race in order to hopefully halt the GI problems that had plagued me over the past 2 months.  One could question the decision of discontinuing the one medication keeping my hemoglobin at functional levels.

Worst outfit ever?
I awoke at 2:30 am for the 4 am start.  I went through my normal pre-race rituals and felt good at the start of the race.  I had a race plan and was confident I could execute it perfectly.  The first 10 miles went perfectly.  I went out a comfortable pace, took my time and walked the majority of the first two climbs, and felt fantastic.  The first hints of trouble came at mile 10.  The GI problems that are associated with iron supplementation still managed to show up.  By mile 17, I had already stopped once.

Still confident, I pressed on and met Natalie at mile 20.  Between mile 20 and mile 32.5, I stopped an additional 5 times due to GI distress.  The day was unravelling.  I was doing a good job of staying hydrating and continuing to eat regardless.  My hope was that everything would hold together.  Miles 32.5 through 43.3 were some rough miles.  The trails, the heat, and the continued GI problems started to take their toll.  At the first weigh-in, I had lost 9 pounds.  I was given the "you have only one more pound to lose" warning.


I took a few minutes when i reached mile 47.7 and regrouped with Natalie.  I sincerely still felt good at this point and took off with full confidence I was going to finish.  I made it to mile 50 in 9:07:55 which was just a little under my goal of 9:30:00.  Since I had run a 5:15:00 41.2-mile race earlier, I didn't feel this was overreaching.  At mile 56.67, I was running as well as I had all day...

And then it happened, the ATV trails.  My GI problems came back in full-force with 4 stops.  At mile 64.25, I felt it.  It was not fun.  My fingernail beds were blue, but doing the math, it was easy.  17 minute miles, sub-24 hours.  Easy.  I could simply walk fast.  I pushed on hard, but my hard simply wasn't that good.  I was falling apart.  By mile 70, I was forced to a walk.  I pushed with some light running, but my day was done.  I just didn't know it yet.

When I finally reached mile 75, I had lost so much time.  Sub-24 seemed so far away.  I had lost 10 pounds (7% of my body weight) but was being allowed to continue.  It took 20 minutes for me to leave the aid station.  Natalie practically pushed me out.  I wanted to quit, and she absolutely wouldn't let me.  Leaving that aid station, I wanted to finish.  I wanted to finish for her and for myself.  I wanted to prove that I could do it.  I pushed hard coming out of the aid station, but pushing hard was now a 15 minute mile.  That was it.  Once I hit Sherman's Pass, I was struggling.  However, I kept making relentless, slow forward progress.  I was no longer running.  It was impossible.  By time time I got to the next aid station at 80.9 miles, there was no water.  Nothing.  I was dehydrated and I had just taken 4 hours to cover 5.9 miles.  4 hours, 1.5 liters of water.  Nothing for the next 1.8 miles.  The next 1.8 miles would take me 1.5 hours.

Somehow, I managed to pull myself into Veach East.  I was stumbling, having difficulty being coherent, and done.  The aid station worker wouldn't let me continue.  One of the aid station volunteers was nice enough to drive me to Veach West to meet Natalie instead of making me wait for the race director.

I can't begin to voice the pain of dropping out of my second straight 100-miler.  I can offer excuses.  As I read through my blog, that is all it is.  One big excuse.  However, it was a failure.  I would love to give excuses about the heat and lack of heat acclimation.  However, everyone was in the same boat. It was cool for everyone in the southeast leading to the race.  Everyone had to run in the 90 degree heat without heat acclimation.  Yet others finished.  Other people stress out over 50+ hours of work and juggle training.  They finished.  Others battled health issues, GI problems, and dehydration.  They finished.

I usually walk away from a DNF with a resolve to train harder, smarter, and do better next time.  I can't claim OD 100 did that for me.  I don't think I have much more to give and keep any sanity.  The next few months I will focus on finding the joy in running, getting my health issues under control, and get ready for the Pinhoti 100-Miler in November.  I DNF'd there last year and will draw on my experience of the course to hopefully cross the finish line.  No excuses.  No expectations other than to cross the finish line.

Safe running.
-b

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Strolling Jim 40-Miler

The past 5 weeks have included 4 races, two of which were ultras.  I had felt tired and run down for the past 2 months with the intensity of this feeling increasing over the past 2 weeks.  My training wasn't going particularly well, my mileage was lower than usual, and my intensity had ben waning.  I had chalked this up to allergies, stress, and maybe even overtraining.  However, this Tuesday, I ran a section through my neighborhood that is hilly but isn't over the top.  I simply could not run the hills.  I had never felt so unable to muster even the slightest amount of energy to run these hills.  I felt awful.  Tired, worn out, and simply unable to go.

I finally decided to get a blood draw and found that I had a hemoglobin of 7.8.  I had food poisoning and then C. Diff while in the hospital last October (just before Pinhoti 100) and this had evidently messed with my GI tracts ability to absorb nutrients, leading to my anemia.  Most doctors will consider a transfusion once your hemoglobin dips below 8.0.  On Thursday, I began taking a high dosage of iron supplementation to get my hemoglobin to normal levels.  Considering this, why not run an ultra 48 hours after being told you could have a blood transfusion?

I had signed up for the Strolling Jim 40-Miler a few months ago and was planning on making it one of my last hard long runs prior to the Old Dominion 100-Miler.  I considered not going but made a last second decision to pack up the car and continue to Wartrace, TN. I was not sure what to expect.  Running had gotten progressively more difficult over the past few weeks, and a 41.2-mile race through the rolling roads of middle Tennessee was going to be a challenge.  At first, I thought I was going to take it easy at an 8:00 minute per mile pace and just enjoy the day.  On the drive down, I changed my mind and decided to go on and give it a good effort and try to get a gold T-shirt for a sub 5 hour finish. What is the worst thing that could happen?  Slog the last 10 miles?  Been there, done that already.

Once we arrived in middle TN, I finally decided to check the weather.  I probably should have thought to do this on Thursday, but Friday night after a 4.5 hour drive seemed to be the appropriate time.  It was the first Saturday in May, and I figured the weather couldn't be much worst than a high in the 60s.  Well, Accuweather proved me wrong with highs in the upper 40s/low 50s and rain.  Thankfully, I had brought nothing to wear other than shorts and a t-shirt!

We woke up at 4:15am on Saturday to ensure I had plenty of time to go through all my pre-race rituals and then proceeded to the race start at 5:30am.  I slept horribly the night before.  However, I hadn't slept well for a month, so another night of 5-6 hours of sleep seemed to be right on par.  I woke up tired and was greeted to the sound of rain against the hotel window.  The weather was a nice 40 degrees and a constant rain.  I laughed at my lack of thought to check the weather before departing and prepared for a long day in a cool rain.

I was excited to have my wife once again crew for me.  She has gotten me through every ultramarathon except one.  She is the one who can pull me through any dark patch, put up with my crabbiness as the day proceeds, and improvise to pull an ultramarathon MacGyver at most any time.

When it comes to the Strolling Jim, it is a minimalist race.  There is no pre-race dinner, no extravagant aid stations, and no one catering to your every whim.  The race director makes this clear on the website.  What is offered is a great t-shirt, fantastic runners, plenty of water jugs throughout the course, lots of crews from other runners offering help and encouragement, a well-marked course, and a great group of ultrarunners.

I huddled under the gazebo with the rest of the runners a few minutes before the race.  I had the pleasure of talking to someone who had a Smoky Mountain Marathon race cap on and traded stories of running the race in 1998 and then learned she had run the IMTR 16-Miler two years previous.  At this time, we were summoned to the start line, given our final instructions, and we were off.

Within the first seconds of the race, Owen Bradley took off.  I wasn't overly concerned and just locked into a roughly 7:10 pace.  After running for less than a mile, I was in no-man's land.  I was all alone with 1st place being too far in front and 3rd being too far behind.  I thoroughly enjoyed the writing on the road over the first 10 miles.  The one's I remember are "Warning dangerous dogs the next 40 miles" and "This is not a hill" and at mile 8.5 "This is a hill" and "No more hills" followed shortly at the base of another hill by "Just kidding."  My favorite might have been "Even females run this hill" or "Only wimps walk here."

All was sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows (with 40 degree temps and a constant rain) for the first 20 miles.  I had the joy of having Gary Cantrell / Laz (of Barkley fame) yell split times and even get to see Big.  I got chased by a German Shepard... twice.  I enjoyed the scenery and loved the thoughts of running alone.  Laz even passed and told me I was 5 minutes behind the leader.  I didn't really care, I just wanted that gold shirt!

Just passed mile 20, I began to have some GI distress and my finger nail beds started to turn blue.  At mile 22, my wife was there and I got to tell her to get some toilet paper ready, find a place to pull the car over and let me go to the bathroom behind it.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, this was the beginning of the end.  Come to find out, iron supplementation causes severe GI distress.  I was beginning to experience this.  Couple this with anemia and my day began to unravel.

I would attempt to drink or eat and this would immediately spur another "bathroom" break.  At mile 24, I stopped even trying to eat or drink.  Natalie helped me by pulling over and providing cover 4 times in total from mile 22 through mile 31.  I apologize to those who I happened to defecate on your property.  Ya know, shit happens.  On this day, it just so happened on the back roads of middle TN.  If you are ever in East TN, I have some woods behind my house. 

Miles 24 thru 41.2 were an exercise in determination.  Natalie would drive a mile or two ahead and make sure I was ok and repeat the process.  My fingers had turned blue at this point, and I saw that a sub 5 hour day was gone.  At this time, I slowed the pace both by choice and because I had no choice and was ready to death slog my way into the finish.

I was shocked with 5k to go that no one had caught me.  I had slowed drastically and was just running at 8:45 per mile pace.  When I hit highway 64, I finally took the time to look back.  That is when I saw 3rd place.  At the time, I thought there was another person with 3rd place and that I could easily drop to 4th.  Come to find out, this was just her pacer on a bike.  However, I was convinced I was about to drop to 4th place. I dug as deep as I could to throw down a sub-8 mile to push my way into Wartrace and the finish and ensure a top 3 finish.  I'm sure I looked like Phoebe on Friends when running, but I was done and form was the last thing on my mind (though it should have been the first).  I happily crossed the line in 5:14:56, 2nd overall, and called it a day.  A little less than 5 minutes later, third place overall (1st place female), Jill Horst, came in.  Congratulations to her for completing and winning her first ultra!

Strolling Jim 40-Miler was a fantastic race.  I loved the atmosphere, the minimalist feel, and the friendliness of all the runners and crews.  It is rare that I want to return to a race due to anything other than its convenience to my front door.  Strolling Jim is one of the rare races where I will be back because I love the course, feel of the race, and fellow competitors.  I hope to make it to this race with a Tri-Cities group next year!

Thanks to all the volunteers and race director, Mike Melton, for a fantastic race!  Of course, I big thanks to my wife for crewing for me and putting up with all of my crap (pun intended).

Thursday, February 28, 2013

February 2013

February was a great month of training.  I saw a decrease in my pace per mile across all categories along with an increase in mileage.  My mileage has not increased as quickly as I wanted, but I have stayed injury and stress free from running.  Just 2 weeks until my 1st road marathon in 2 years and 1st marathon that doesn't involve running up a mountain in 11 years!

Total miles:  300.5 miles
  Year-to-date:  625.1
Easy miles:  154.4 miles (51.4%)
Long run miles:  98.1 miles (32.6%)
Quality miles:  48 miles (16%)
  Race:  10 miles (1st win in 2 years!)
  Marathon pace:  13 miles
  Tempo pace:  15 miles
  Interval pace:  9 miles
  Repetition pace:  1 mile

-b

Thursday, January 31, 2013

January 2013

January was a wild month.  The weather was everywhere.  Rain, snow, ice, and even a taste of spring.  The month of January saw my first ultra distance run of the year on a snow covered Bays Mountain.  All in all, 2 training days were missed, and I fell 10 miles short of my mileage goal.  Below is a break-down of my training for the month of January:

Total miles:  324.6 miles
Easy miles:  174.5 miles (53.8%)
Long run miles:  97 miles (29.9%)
Quality miles:  53.1 miles (16.3%)
  Race: 3.1 miles (1st 5k in 7 years!)
  Marathon pace:  13 miles
  Tempo pace:  29 miles
  Intervals:  4 miles
  Repetitions:  4 miles

6 weeks till my first road marathon in 2 years, 11 weeks till my first trail race of the year, and 13 weeks till my first ultra of the year.

-b