Las Vaqueros Reservoir from the first climb. |
As I stated in my last post, my primary goals were to run my
own race and to finish. And my final
point was to “flow and know when go with the flow.” Well the night before, beginning about 9 PM
until 12:30 AM, our son was having problems with bloody noses and coughing
related to his allergies. We have a
series of trees next door that, when in bloom, provide these beautiful white puff
balls of allergen. When the trees are
really going, it looks like it is snowing.
So can say that I knew when we showed up for the race I was just going
to have fun. With wake up time at 3:30 to
be to the buses at 5:10 it was pretty rough, but we got there on time and ready
to go.
We got to the start line a full hour before the beginning
and I was kicking myself for not taking my wife’s suggestion to drive to the start, which would have given us an extra 2 hours of sleep (we live 30 minutes
from the start) and the need to recover from my inherent motion sickness.
I had seen a twitter alert the night before that Ian Sharman
would be joining us for the morning. Up
to this point I thought Footfeathers record would stand for a while. However, I later found out, Sharman had
smashed it by 36 minutes. He
was joined by Brett Rivers and it sounded like a duel for most of the day.
As the race began, we took off through Round Valley. So that I wouldn’t get caught up too much in the race, I hung out towards the back of the pack for the first 1.5 miles. Having run this last year, I knew I could keep my pace and would also catch up with folks on the first long climb.
I forgot how steep that first climb was though! It is about two miles long; however, you
climb pretty steeply in the first mile.
My upper glutes were burning midway up the hill, but I trudged on. Also, it was about here, just after we had
passed the cattle gate, we came across a chalk outline of a dog that was left by the
course marker which gave me and every other runner a nice pick-me-up. We latter found out that the first half of
the race had been marked by Catra Corbett, and then it made sense - the dog was
a picture of her dachshund Truman. Thank
you Catra!
Entering Mt. Diablo State Park after the second climb. |
After the summit, we crossed a short camel back and then a
quick drop down into the first aid station. It had taken me two hours to this
point to cover 8.7 miles, so I was pretty sure I would not come close to my 3
hour goal. However, I didn’t stop long,
talking only some potato and salt, a slice of watermelon, and a GU packet for
later. I had my water bottles refilled
and began the next climb.
This climb was not as hard as the first; however, I quickly learned that my trail mix strategy was not going to work, almost throwing up on the steeper part of the hill. At the summit, we were rewarded with awesome views of the Livermore Tri-Valley. It was really windy here, but I was able to keep my pace, getting to the next aid station within 1:45. There was part of me that was thinking at this point of pulling out. I sat at that aid station for about 15 minutes, drinking now a Coca Cola, eating more watermelon, and a GU. I had thought I would have seen my wife at this point; which I didn’t. At this point, though, I knew I had built in an hour to finish and that I was averaging 2 hours between stations, so if I made it to Curry Station by 2:00 that I would have 4 hours to finish 8 miles.
View from Oyster Point Trail |
More awesome sandstone from Blackhawk Trail. |
With the slow down on
the single track and the climb back up to Curry station, I had made it to the
next aid station in 2:45. I took 10
minutes here, determined to finish at this point.
I had reached my backyard and knew every inch of the trail. It was also going to be downhill for the most part and three more hours, I knew I was going to finish. It was rough going down Wall Rd. and Dusty trail. By this time I had thrown on my music. By the time I got down to the bottom of Dusty, the course monitors made sure I was OK and let me continue on, telling me I had 40 minutes to get to the Burma Aid station. I was about 1.5 miles away and was fine. That is until I got half way up Stage Road. The heat had finally taken its toll and I and to stop a little while to cool down. My lower back was hurting and it was getting tough to breathe. After a couple of minutes I got going again. I was able to pick up the pace going across Buckeye Trail, until I kicked a rock and tripped. Instantly all of my muscles seized and in that brief moment, that close to the aid station, I thought I wasn’t going to finish. Finally everything loosened and I pushed on to Burma.
I had reached my backyard and knew every inch of the trail. It was also going to be downhill for the most part and three more hours, I knew I was going to finish. It was rough going down Wall Rd. and Dusty trail. By this time I had thrown on my music. By the time I got down to the bottom of Dusty, the course monitors made sure I was OK and let me continue on, telling me I had 40 minutes to get to the Burma Aid station. I was about 1.5 miles away and was fine. That is until I got half way up Stage Road. The heat had finally taken its toll and I and to stop a little while to cool down. My lower back was hurting and it was getting tough to breathe. After a couple of minutes I got going again. I was able to pick up the pace going across Buckeye Trail, until I kicked a rock and tripped. Instantly all of my muscles seized and in that brief moment, that close to the aid station, I thought I wasn’t going to finish. Finally everything loosened and I pushed on to Burma.
I took about 15 minutes at this aid station. They were packing up as I arrived but really
took care of me. The volunteers for
Brazen are the best!! I sat a bit,
learned that Ian Sharman had one. I
downed another Coca Cola, some Mountain Dew, a GU, some electrolyte, and some
watermelon. I thanked everyone for their
help and went to cover the final 3 miles.
I knew I had 1 hour to cover 3 miles to beat the 10 hour time and new
that was really feasible.
Allen running me in. Photo Courtesy of Brazen Volunteer |
The drop down of Burma was quick but painful. I hit my first creek thinking it would be
refreshing and then the second; however, I quickly found that the bottom of my
feet hurt. About 1.5 from the finish, my ankle slipped which
again caused me to tense up my legs, which meant instant cramping. I fell back into a bush, which I was happy
wasn’t poison oak. Once everything
settled I got going again, picking up my pace.
I came around the last turn to see Mr. Notthatlucas waiting for me at the final cattle gate. He was a sight for sore eyes. He ran me in the last couple of yards which I am so grateful. Thank you so much Allen, you have no idea how much that meant!
Remember, my first two goals were to run my own race as well as finish, which I did. I feel such a
great accomplishment in that! Yes, it
would have been great to finish at 8 hours, and if I had more sleep, I might
have gotten close to it. But the key
here was that I had a strategy and worked to attain the end goal and I can say
that I have attained the 50K distance.
I came around the last turn to see Mr. Notthatlucas waiting for me at the final cattle gate. He was a sight for sore eyes. He ran me in the last couple of yards which I am so grateful. Thank you so much Allen, you have no idea how much that meant!
Photo Courtesy of Brazen Volunteer |
With the finish line in site and after clear the last (baby)
hill I was able to muster enough to run to the finish. My wife was there
waiting for me. I guess she had become
really worried since there was no word from the last aid station that I had
made it before they had packed up. She
put my medal on and gave me a big hug.
Mrs. Notthatlucas gave me a half-hearted scolding about worrying my wife
but all was good.
The next hour was excruciating. My leg muscles were in constant
cramping. My mistake was that I went and
lay down. I probably should have kept
standing for a bit. Sam and Jasmin (the
race directors for Brazen Racing) both came over to congratulate me. There were three other runners behind me, and
they were concerned with one who was directly behind me. He showed up twenty minutes behind and
quickly after that the sweeper with the final two.
As I have always said, Brazen Racing is the best, and they
did an excellent job again this year with the Diablo Challenge 50K! You can find the full results for the Mt. Diablo Challenge 50K here.
What would I do different?
I really need to nail
down my nutrition and salt intake. I
understand flat road marathons, but trail distances are a different
animal.
Dancing Post Race Legs
I would also look at building my base mileage a quite a bit
more. For all six of my marathons I was
running 35 to 45 miles a week in training as well as about 50 miles on my bike.
My longest run would be 22 miles. Here,
partly due to my calf and toothpick injuries in January, I maxed out on 30
miles a week, with my longest run being 18 miles. My energy output petered out right at 15,
which means my base needs some work.
Was my strategy too aggressive?
Will I do another 50K?
Definitely! I know
that this was a really tough course, especially for my first 50K. Will I do the Diablo 50K again? Probably,
however, I would also like to get some other 50K’s under my belt before my next
go at it. It kind of reminds me of when
I learned to ski. I so wanted to do a
black diamond after my first few ski lessons, which I did, took my time, and
finished. When I went back to the beginning
and intermediate runs I realized I had learned a lot and was better prepared
the next time I skied a black diamond.
Also, just like when I ran my first half marathon, I had
only run one other race (a 7 mile trail run) and trained over 8 weeks for it. My IT Band flared up then too and I finished
at 2:23. However, now my road half marathon PR pace
is 1:51. So I know I can improve my time
on the Diablo 50K.
According to Sam, there were 169 that started the race and 158 that finished. So while I
came in the bottom four, I am happy I finished.
I have completed my first 50K!