Loving the race reports especially, of course, Poppa's. Sounds like a hell of a day on a hell of a trail.
So, Lake of the Sky....wow, what an experience. This is long, thanks for indulging me......
Got up at 4:30 Saturday morning to do my coffee/breakfast/bathroom routine, we wanted to be to the start by 6:15 or so. A little nervous as people gathered in the parking lot, getting lighter but some cloud cover early on. Checked in, milled around for a bit chatting with a few people,
took a quick picture with my buddy. At a couple minutes to 7:00 the RD called everyone up to the front of the parking lot, made a couple announcements about the trail and navigating it, and then it was 3-2-1 GO! I hadn't even buckled my hydration belt on yet, and off we all went. I'm guessing there were about 40-50 people that did the full 36.4, another 10-15 doing the marathon, and a handful doing 8 miles. Off we charged up the street for about 2/10ths of a mile and then onto the trail.
As the
elevation chart shows, it's pretty much straight up hill for the first 6 miles, climbing from lake level at about 6300' up to about 7600' in that span. So other than the elites who bounded off at the front of the pack from the start, the rest of us fell into a single file line hiking, breaking into a slow jog when it would flatten out a bit, hiking again as it steepened. My buddy was about 5-6 people ahead of me, and about 15 of us pretty much stayed together through the first 2-3 miles. At the 3 mile mark I stopped to adjust my Garmin, as I had wanted to set the auto-lap for 3 mile laps, breaking the race into 12 sections, but had forgotten to beforehand. I fell behind part of the group and about the same time it was starting to stretch out and separate a bit. The altitude and the climbing was getting to me, had a hard time keeping my HR down below 165 or so, but I knew I'd get into a groove and get used to it eventually.
First aid station at 4 1/2 miles, stopped to refill my Heed, and headed off with two guys and started talking with them. Turns out they were pilots who were in town for Tailhook, and had been up partying until 2:30 in the morning! Good thing for them they're about 25 years old and in good military shape, so they were chugging along. We ended up running together off and on over the next 5 mile or so, and I left them at the next aid station, as one of them was borrowing some chapstick from a friendly girl to address his in-shorts chafing issues! Pretty sure she let him keep the chapstick.
As I got to miles 11-12-13, there was enough separation that I was pretty much by myself. The only people I saw were the leaders of the marathon distance who had already hit their turnaround and were coming back. I kept up with walking the hills, running the flats and downhills, and was hitting the aid stations about 2-3 minutes ahead of my A goal of 8:12:00. My knee was starting to get a little sore, but other than that I was feeling good - getting a gel down every 40 minutes or so, drinking 1.5-2 bottles of Heed every 5 miles or so, and taking an Endurolyte every 50 minutes. We were lucky in that the heat forecasted earlier in the week didn't materialize, and while it didn't feel hot I was still sweating up a storm.
Ran into the 13.5 mile aid station with a woman who had come up quickly behind me around mile 13, which was a little depressing until she said she was doing the relay option so was pushing to her finish. When we got there, her husband and a baby in a stroller were waiting, they kissed, she took the stroller, and the husband took off back down the trail. I thought that was really cool.
I was back by myself again, running along a lake and then off towards the turnaround aid station. As I hit the 15 mile mark, the leading two men came flying back by me. I joked that they better watch out as I was only 7 miles behind them, but they were gone to fast for me to hear if they even responded. Another mile or so later came the women's leader (she was hot, I'll be race stalking her and hope to find pics once the results are up), followed by the 3rd place man. Over the final 2 miles to the 18.2 mile turnaround, it became a steady stream of people coming back, and it was great to exchange "keep it up", "great job", "go get 'em" greetings as we passed each other. 1/2 mile from the turnaround my buddy passed me, at that point he was on pace for a sub 7:00 finish, and he looked and sounded great.
Finally got out to the turnaround, and I was still about 2 minutes ahead of my A goal pace. I stopped to empty my shoes out, filled my bottles, and made what turned out to be my first mistake - I grabbed two handfuls of potato chips - and left the aid station exactly on my A goal pace at 3:53:00 after spending a couple of minutes there.
I had been wondering if I was in last place, since I hadn't passed anyone for about 6 miles, so it was a little encouraging to see people still heading out to the turnaround (including my new pilot pals). Now I got to give the encouraging words, which was great. I was sore, starting to feel some pain, but feeling strong and having some visions of maybe even beating 8:00. After all, it was net downhill back to the start, so no problem, right?
Then, things got ugly. About mile 19, my stomach just started knotting up with waves of nausea. Looking back, I think it was the fat from the potato chips, something my stomach just wasn't able to handle at that point where I was likely to bonk a bit anyway. I tried to drink some Heed, but it made things worse. I missed my scheduled gel, knowing it wasn't going to happen. I started walking even the flat sections, and not even power-hiking but walking slowly on the uphills, stopping to stretch and catch my breath every so often. The pain in my feet, knees, shins, and hips started getting worse, and my mental state started spiraling down. I finally sat down on a rock, and up came the contents of my stomach, but I was so worried about dehydration that I swallowed it back down. I thought about giving up, the letters "DNF" flashing in my head. I don't think I sat there for more than a minute or two, but it sure felt longer than that. Finally, I yelled out "NO!" and stood up and started walking again. One step, then another, let's see how much farther I can go. Of course miles 20-24 are all uphill, up 800' to the highest point of the course at almost 7900'. A couple people passed me, pausing to make sure I was ok before continuing on.
I finally reached the next aid station and told them what was going on, and they offered me 7-Up - and what a lifesaver that was. After doing each 3 mile segment in between 37:00-40:00 up to that point, those two segments covering that stretch were done in 45:00 and 54:00 minutes. No more dreams of a sub-8:00, or even my A goal, now it was just find a way to finish.
With my stomach settled back down a little, I was able to start getting fluids and calories back in me. I don't think I ever was able to fully catch back up, but at least I didn't hit a wall that I couldn't push through in terms of dehydration and energy depletion. Now, it was all about overcoming the pain. I wasn't going fast enough to have my HR be very high, but I was able to run the flats and downhills again. Well, run might be a generous term, as I truly found what they call the "ultra shuffle" during that stretch. Next aid station had some more 7-Up, kept downing the Heed, and off to the final aid station.
As I hit the final mile into that station, which would've put me at about mile 31, the pain was getting really bad in my legs. Just kept telling myself if I could make it there, then I was going to finish. It finally came into sight, and tears welled up in my eyes. "no, dammit, can't afford to lose the fluids!" I told myself, and stopped there to refill. The guy could see I was hurting, and tried to get me to eat something, but I told him there was no way I would be able to hold anything down. I had just done a gel, and it was a struggle enough that I knew it would be my last. As I left the station, I put on my "911" playlist on my ipod (which I hadn't even used at all through 20 miles or so). First song: Prodigy's Smack my B* Up! Huge surge of energy (relatively speaking), and off I sprinted down the trail....well, it felt like it, but when I looked at the Garmin I was doing about 12:30 miles!
That surge lasted for about a mile, and then it was struggle time again. But it was mostly downhill, and shuffle shuffle shuffle I went. Finally, I could see the buildings near the finish line, and new I was going to make it. Right then, Coldplay's Viva La Vida came on my ipod. I know I
shared this video awhile back that ultrarunner and coach Matt Hart put together, it's been a constant source of motivation and inspiration for me with my new chosen hobby of trail running, I watch it at least once a week. No holding the tears back this time. Damn, I'm crying again right now.....
I came out of the trail and onto the road, running downhill the 2/10ths of a mile to the finish. I was practically bawling, in between a couple dry-heave like stomach convulsions, snot coming out my nose, black shirt almost completely white covered in salt - I was quite a sight I'm sure as I hit the finish, I think it was 8:36 something, not sure as I couldn't really see (and of course forgot to stop my Garmin for a few minutes). I walked 20-30 yards, sat down on a rock, and finally smiled.....