Grindstone 100, part 2 (been busy at work and now heading to Eugene for the Duck game tomorrow, so hopefully finish this on Monday)
Keep it Simple, Smart Guy
In almost all the 100K and 100M races I’ve run, I’ve had stomach issues. It’s cost me lots of time in many races, and finally led to my first DNF this August as I was pulled by medical at mile 52 of Angeles Crest 100 after throwing up for 2-3 hours. This has been exacerbated by the heat in most instances, and the hope was that an October race in Virginia I wouldn’t have to deal it. But that wasn’t the case – it wasn’t Western States hot, but warm with humidity was taxing enough. So my plan was to simplify things as much as possible at this race, and stick with just Tailwind, Bonk Breakers, and gels for as long as I could, and avoid the “real food” at the aid stations besides Coke and broth. I also think I’ve tried to force too many calories at times in the past, so the plan was just to keep drinking Tailwind and supplement with at least one gel an hour, but not more than two – the combo should give me at least 250 calories, which should be enough. To this point I had stuck to the plan, and things were going great. But it was now almost 4:00 AM, I hadn’t eaten dinner, and I was hungry. As I got ready to leave the aid station I saw AJW grab a handful of tater tots, and they looked so good that I grabbed a handful and chomped on them as I headed out into the night.
This next section would bring both the steepest and longest climbs of the course, about 2,600’ over 5-6 miles, beginning with a 1000’ climb in a little over a mile. Now was definitely the time to break out the trekking poles, and I started grinding my way up the mountain. For really the first time during the race, I was working hard. And, of course, I started to feel nauseous. It was such a rookie move, not only going against my plan that had been working but even more so taking in food right before a tough part of the course where the effort level would be high. I had a few moments of panic, considering what had happened to me in August. So even though the effort felt sustainable from an aerobic and muscular standpoint, I decided to dial it way back to try and get my stomach in check. I had no choice. Instead of passing people, I slowed down and people started passing me. But I knew I had to get some blood back to my gut to get that food moving. After about an hour the nausea was gone, and I made that mental note to stick to the plan going forward.
I finally reached the top and ran along rolling, open terrain as the sun came up. I remember noting it was just past mile 40 that it began to peak through the trees, and it was so nice to not be limited to that circle of light cast by my headlamp and be able to look around. I finally hit the Little Bald Knob aid station at mile 45, and they pointed out the ridge line we’d be running along and down to the Turn-around. I didn’t realize it at the time, but in looking at the map it appears we were effectively running along the border of Virginia and West Virginia through this section. It was warming up again a bit, but I continued to just keep drinking Tailwind and taking in that gel an hour, and everything was feeling pretty good. I moved pretty well through here with miles in the teens, building up more and more cushion against the cut offs and staying within an hour of the 32-hour pace, and got to the turnaround in about 15:50.
Despite changing my socks at each of the previous drop-bag aid stations, between the humidity and multiple muddy spots my feet had been wet since the start. I sat down and peeled off my shoes and socks, and my feet were just white, wrinkly, and macerated. So I decided to let them air out for 10 minutes to try and keep them from falling apart any more than they already had. The rocks had taken their toll, I had several hot spots (but no blisters….yet), and they were just hurt. And I had the return trip through all those rocks still to come. I sipped some broth and enjoyed a couple of minutes off my feet, only the third time I’d sat in about 16 hours. Then it was time to go and I lubed up, got my socks and shoes back on, and headed back out to start the second half of this thing.