Friday, June 19, 2015

Eating Humble Pie - Watchung Spring Marathon

This entry will describe how a race will fall apart and that I should be prepared for anything and I should respond properly to what is thrown at me during a race and basically, to not be stupid.
Shortly after Bear Mountain, I saw a post on Facebook from NJ Trail Series (they put on the Febapple race in February that I won) that there were plenty of entries left into their Watchung Spring race series and especially the marathon distance and that there would be prize money to the top-3 male and female winners. Since they hadn't finalized the date of the race until Spring, I didn't realize this race was open and figured I could use my free entry prize for winning the Febapple 50K and parlay that into a top-3 finish and prize money at this race. Obviously, I knew placing top-3 was all about who shows up to the race. If fast people show up, my chances are very low. I can only run as fast as my fastest while those much faster than me can only do something stupid and drop out for me to beat them. But I was hopeful that not that many fast people would show up and worst case, I get in a good training run at race effort.

My running following Bear Mountain was inconsistent since I wanted to make certain I wouldn't re-injure that meniscus. I only ran once the week after Bear Mountain for 6 miles. The week after that I ran 20 miles in 3 days as I was travelling to Poland for a short trip. Then I picked up my mileage to 50 miles the next week and I ran around 32 miles in the 6 days leading up to the race. Looking at the weather forecast, the temperatures were expected to be somewhat cooler than earlier in the week and rain was expected about 2 hours into the race. I ate a PB and Jelly sandwich about 90 minutes before the race. It felt a little humid that morning though and not as cool as the original forecast had said.
About 5 minutes before the race began it started to rain a little bit but then stopped. The course would be a 0.6 mile loop followed by 4x 10K (6.2 mile) loops and then one last 0.6 mile loop. At the start, four people ran ahead of me and I let that lead pack go. I ran comfortably hard on this roughly 1.2ish mile section of road before we went to the trail. My first mile was just below 7 minute miles. I knew this was not going to be possible to hold for the rest of the race and was ok slowing down once we hit the trails. Mile 2 was 8 minute miles and I hoped to hold that pace the rest of the race and finish around 3:30. However, about 3 miles into the race, I felt my right hip tightening up. It wasn't hurting but I was nervous it may start hurting and become a problem. I wasn't sure what I could do about it at this moment so I just went with it but wasn't pushing my pace. I had about half of my water by the time we hit mile 5 and the aid station and went right by it since the Start/Finish aid station was in another two miles. It was in this two mile section that I started to feel just a little overheated. I completed that first 10K loop and the mini loop in about 57 minutes.

Loop two saw me taking some walk breaks up some small hills and my pace slowed down. In fact, half-way through this loop the wheels started to fall off. Yes, I had slowed down a little earlier but at mile 10 and 11 (which included filling up my water bottle and taking electrolyte pills) my pace was about a 10 minute mile. I finished up the loop with an 8:40 mile and from there I was finished. The humidity had worn me down tremendously. My heart rate was staying high and I couldn't cool myself down unless I walked. When I tried to run I would feel sick.

I had debated those last two miles if I should drop down to the half-marathon distance since I knew some pain (not physical injury type pain) was forthcoming. However, I didn't want to have a DNF or drop down to mentally impact me during my Grand Slam races because I wanted some tough-it-out moments to help me in those situations if need be and if I could pull myself together, it would be a reminder to not give up unless it is a life-threatening or major injury type situation that would occur from continuing. Also, it would only be another 13 miles. I could find the will to suffer through that. The suffering began quite quickly. I basically walked a lot after the aid station at the Start/Finish. My pace slowed to a 12-minute mile and then a 13 minute mile and after a 10-minute mile downhill section, it went back up to average 16:30 for the next two miles. I nearly threw up upon getting to that middle aid station. I filled up my water bottle and drank a lot of it and poured the rest on my head, neck, legs, and wrists. Then I took a seat on the grass in the shade that the aid station provided. I stayed there a few minutes trying to cool down and regroup. A woman who I was playing leap frog with only because she was waiting on a runner behind her said, "only 2 more miles to go" to which I replied, "I have one more loop after this one". So I got up and struggled my way forward and again, debating dropping out.

To put in perspective the downfall, my first 10K loop was 52:35, the 2nd was 59:18, the 3rd was 90:16. What would the 4th be?! Well maybe it was a combination of slowing town tremendously and pouring water on myself and trying to stay cooler and maybe just knowing that this was the last loop, I picked up my pace as best I could and walked the uphills. I walked some flat sections too if I felt like I was overheating. I imagined getting some ice cream or iced coffee or tea after the race and how a cold shower would be phenomenal. Eventually, I caught up and passed some fellow marathoners that ran by me during my death loop. Looks like they were suffering now like I was then. I took my last electrolytes before the aid station and when I got there, I filled up my water bottle and cooled myself down and then refilled the bottle. At the aid station I chatted with another runner who I had just passed coming into the area. This was her first marathon and first trail race. She was suffering but still in good spirits because she knew she would finish. We ran out together but after maybe 0.2 miles, she couldn't keep up so I took off faster and told her I'll see her at the finish. I felt surprisingly good now. Not fresh but a lot better than earlier. My last two mile which included a long hill was abbot a 9:30 pace. I finished the race in 4:50 and was so glad to be done and get that bad race behind me. I may have had a shot at 3rd place had I had a good race, but given the humidity, it was highly unlikely. First place finished in 3:01, which was never a time I would be able to do. I guess the fast people showed up for this race.

After the race, I ate a lot of blueberries and strawberries from the aid station and chatted with the Race Director. Then I sat in the shade under a tree and waited for Juerg to finish the race. I then chatted with him a while, mostly about how terrible this race went for both of us and plans for the next couple of months and Leadville. Then it was tiem to go home. It finally rained at about 5PM and by the time I exited the subway it was a torrential downpour and I enjoyed every second of that.
So my thoughts on this race aren't so bad. We all have bad races now and then and this day was my turn. I feel you learn more from the really bad races than the great ones. The reason is you have to adjust so many things and work so hard physically and mentally to continue and not quit. It's not that you don't work hard and use mental strength as well for great races, but the positive feedback loop from a great race is easier to and more fun to handle. In the bad races, you just want them to end but the end is farther away than it would be if it were a good day. Also, you can use these terrible races as motivation during other races. If a down moment may be appearing, remind yourself of how you suffered and still survived and finished on a bad day when things may have been much worse. Finally, this was still a training race and I still am focused on completing the Grand Slam. So one bad day doesn't matter.

Later that week, I had the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge in Central Park (3.2 mile race) and ended running my fastest 5K (and 3.2 mile) race. I clocked in at 19:25 which is a 6:05 minute/mile pace. So things improved rather quickly following that terrible marathon. Now it's just a bunch of 100-mile Mountain races to take care of. . . .

A win, an injury, a recovery, a hope.

As usual, my plans of frequently updating this blog fell flat.  This year's winter was atrocious.  I had grand plans of taking the team I was coaching for the Bear Mountain races in May up to all of these various trails and have a fun season by bringing the trail experience to new people.  So let's start from where my last blog post ended.

Plan for 2015:
In my last post, I gave my possible race plan for the year.  Now all I had to do was train.  I decided that to make training more fun, I would see if I could recruit a bunch of people and friends from Team in Training to do a brand new event and season.  We would be the first team to train specifically for an ultra-marathon and also for a trail race.  Specifically, it would be a team to train for the North Face Endurance Challenge in Bear Mountain.  I had done the 50-miler there the prior 3 years and love this race.  My plan for our team was simple; set up training plans for all the race distances that are off erred for the race weekend (5K, 10K, 1/2 marathon, Marathon, 50K, 50-miler) and help people train and finish these very tough races.  One of the promises I made in the pitch was to (weather depending) get out to trails to train on at least twice a month.  Things started off well as we had a decent number of people interested and as they were all 1/2 marathon-marathon-ironman veterans (with the exception of one person), after a couple weeks we took our first trail running trip up to Van Cortlandt Park to start the new year.  The run went great and right after it finished and we were on the subway heading back south, it began to snow.  This was the beginning of the winter blues.  As everyone is aware, the Northeast had a terrible winter.  Trails were covered in snow and ice and more snow until April.  We tried a few times to get some runs in on the trails but each time we went, bad things happened.  These were all great learning experiences though. One of these actually turned out quite positive for me and another participant. 

A win - Febapple Frozen Fifty Feb 21st:
So some background before this quick race recap.  Beginning sometime in January I was experiencing some pain on the inside of my ankle.  It felt like some kind of tendinitis.  I would ice and rest a few days and it generally never bothered me too much.  It was just there and I did feel it more so after running and the following day but sometimes during the runs as well. In late January, I also started to get some pain in my right side deep in the groin.  It was a little pulling / pinch pain.  I also had some pain on the inside and below my knee.  It felt like IT Band pain but on the inside of the leg.  So I had these things going for me. . .  I would run and training was going well enough for the winter we were having.  I was getting my money's worth on the treadmill.  I took some additional days off when I would feel the pain and was not sure what to expect going into the Febapple race.  Race day was cold.  It read 8 degrees in the car before I got out to head to the start.  I was signed up for the 50K (really 30 miles) since I didn't think I was ready to do the 50-miler and I didn't want to run 50-miles in some possible bad conditions.  The course consisted of 10 mile loops made up of about a 4 mile loop and a roughly 6 mile lolly pop.  The race started out well and I ran with my UTMB housemate Eric.  He was flying down the snowy terrain (aside from one redirected portion onto a road, the entire course was blanketed in snow.  Most hard packed, other loose and annoying.  After about 2-3 miles, I passed him.  I didn't know who was ahead of me and didn't care.  My plan was to run my race and have a consistent run.  Walk the uphills and run everything else.  I barely drank any water that first loop.  I was basically playing leap frog with a couple people.  Usually they would run the uphills while I would hike them and then I would catch up on the flats and downhills. They went into their cars or stopped for aid at the end of the first 10-mile loop. I finished it in 1:28.  On to loop two.  I was getting a little warm so I unzipped my jacket and was taking in more water.  But loop two was more or less uneventful.  I kept up my same strategy.  I finished loop two in 1:32, not too much of a time difference.  On loop three I was happy this was my last loop.  I had no idea what place I was in.  I figured there had to be a couple people ahead of me.  There was one spot where you have a chance to see other people coming at you on that lolly pop stick part of the course but I don't know who is running which race since they have 10,20,30, and 50-miler races going on at the same time at that point.  So I continue to run and only really take a short break at the last aid station with about 3 miles to go.  I just stopped to refill my bottle and I chatted with the volunteers there (Otto Lam, Elaine Acosta - people I've seen at TGNY-100).   Then I was able to run well into the finish.  After I crossed the finish line I asked the race director who won.  He said "you".  I thought he was joking.  Apparently there was only one person ahead of me but he dropped down to the 20-mile after being hypothermic finishing that 2nd loop.  At the finish, I also saw one of my Bear Mt. teammates, Fabian.  This was his longest trail run and he placed 5th in the 20-miler (6th if you count the guy that dropped down from my race).  So TNT represented!  I felt pretty awesome for winning this race.  That made back-to-back trail running wins for me!  Let's not get too excited though. The only reason I am winning these races is because the real athletes are not running them. But, it's nice to come in first. 

An injury:
On the car ride home, I was stuck in traffic for a while.  It took 40 minutes to drive to the race but over 2 hours to get back.  That evening and the next day that part on my inside knee was killing me.  I decided that I had to see a doctor to get to the bottom of this pain.  It felt similar to the pain I had on my left leg following the Virgil Crest 100 in 2012.  I was able to see a doctor that Friday and took off from running until then.  By that time, all pain had subsided and I went there basically feeling fine.  The orthopedist told me I most likely just tweaked something and as long as I didn't have pain, I could run.  So two days later I tested out a short run and aside from that groin pain, I was ok.  About two weeks later I ended up running a marathon training run in Central Park and that evening and again the next couple of days I felt that knee pain.  Unfortunately, I had to wait almost two weeks to get a follow up appointment and was able to get an MRI.  The weekend before the MRI, I attempted a trail run in Staten Island with a teammate and at mile 8, the knee started to hurt and got much worse over the next mile.  I was pissed off but glad I had the MRI coming up.  The day before Easter/Passover weekend I got the result of the MRI and it said I had a Grade 2 medial meniscus tear.  The orthopedist said that it was good and bad news.  It was good that it wasn't a full tear but bad because with a partial tear, it's hard to know how quickly and if it will heal on its own.  So he prescribed me some PT sessions with people right by my work and they accepted my insurance.  The PT regimen was basically electrostimulation to my quad and calf, cold laser therapy, ultrasound therapy, and some stretching and strengthening.  I was also doing other strengthening exercises for my hips at home as well as a stretching routine. I was committed to taking time off from running until they said I could start up again.  After 1.5 weeks, the pain in the groin and knee was gone although the knee still felt weird.  The weather had improved and I was hoping I could get the ok to run so I could lead our team on the trails in Bear Mountain for a training run.  The PT said it would be ok so long as I didn't feel any pain.  So we went up to Bear Mountain and leading the team at a very easy pace for myself, I got the test to see if things improved.  Amazingly and happily, I never felt any pain.  We did 18.5 miles on the trails and every step I was just waiting to feel something that wasn't quite right but every step felt good.  Still, the test remained to see how I would feel that night and the next day.  Luckily, I felt ok and continued to ice, stretch, roll, strengthen and go to PT to continue the progress.  It was basically time to taper for the Bear Mountain 50-miler so I wouldn't get another chance to test how far I could go which I guess was a good thing because it is better to continue to give the knee the time it needed to heal and my leg to strengthen.  So the real test of progress would come on May 2nd for the 50-miler. 

A recovery:
I was a little nervous about the 50-miler for two reasons.  The first was the slight concern that I wasn't fully healed and that I would feel pain that would get worse throughout the race and not only would I have to drop from the race, but it would set me back again in my Grand Slam training.  The other concern was with what my current fitness would be like.  Even if I run by feel and I feel comfortable if I have lost a fair amount of fitness, I'll feel like garbage later and will slow down dramatically.  I can't do anything about these things until they happen though so I put those thoughts to the side and just get ready to run the race. 

So the race set up to be like any other except I did feel more comfortable this year than most before the race.  Having done the routine 3 times before, I borrow the van from my parents in Long Island, drive up Friday night and sleep in the back of the van before the race.  I set my alarm for 3:45AM and slept ok except for some periods where I had a bad feeling that the parking lot location for the shuttle bus to the race was changed to a different place from where I was parked.  I also had a weird dream about not being able to get to the start of the race and it involved some co-workers, family, and for some very bizarre reason, D.L. Hughley!  The alarm goes off and as usual it's pretty cold outside of my sleeping bag.  I get ready and changed quickly and head out around 4AM to get on the bus.  I eat a Pro-Bar Meal bar on the bus and get to the race village with about 45 minutes or so until the start of the race. 

I drop off my drop bags and I use the port-o-potty as soon as I arrive and then go into the food tent but I'm not hungry and just put in my contact lenses and put on my purple tutu.  I say hi to Susie and Karen who are basically the race volunteer directors and fellow runners.  I also see Juerg and Eric as well and we chat for a bit.  Before you know it, it's time to drop off my start/finish bag and then head to the start.  For some reason, I am not assigned Wave 1 once again.  They had nearly 500 people signed up for this race.  The last two years I placed around 35th and 45th place but for some reason, I don't go in Wave 1.  Out of four waves, I was in wave 3 last year and wave 2 this year.  They send off waves every minute so it doesn't really make a difference.  They blow the horn and my wave goes off.  We take off running pretty quickly as this is the easiest part of the race.  It's a way to separate from the field on flat and runnable terrain for about 1/10th of a mile.  Then we head downhill, go through an underpass and head uphill on very loose and rocky terrain.  This year, I run some of this before walking a little more.  The plan remains to run the flats and downhills and walk most of the uphills. 

The first aid station around mile 4 has our drop bags but I completely skip it.  I had barely had any sips from my water bottle.  This was a mistake.  First, I didn't take off the sniper scope (little flashlight attached to the water bottle with small bungee material a la David Snipes) so I would be running with that additional weight (albeit not that heavy) for 20 more miles.  Second, I placed my second water bottle in the drop bag there and didn't have one in my second drop bag.  So I committed myself to only 20 ounces of water between aid stations.  As the day got warmer and the length between some aid stations was 6 miles, I hurt my race by dehydrated myself early on and being forced to conserve instead of consume water.  Stupid rookie mistake made by me just being cocky I think. 

Everything continues fine to the next aid station.  I fill up on water and head out.  I would say about a mile or two afterwards, my stomach began to bother me.  I knew I should have some gels or some type of nutrition but I just felt nauseous and the thought of any calories made me feel like my stomach was too full and I would have to throw up.  So I didn't have anything except water.  I also felt like I was overheating.  So two miles into this 5.5 mile section, I was sucking down water and realized I'm going to be in trouble.  The only thing I could do was to slow down and I did so by a little. I got to the next aid station, drank nearly a full bottle of water and then refilled it up.  I still didn't eat anything.  The next section was 5.6 miles.  Soon after leaving this aid station I catch up to Hicham Hamsi who was having some issues as well such as a bad blister on the back of his ankle and also a knee injury he had been nursing.  So we run together with another person.  I wanted to chat with him as he was very talkative but when my stomach isn't feeling good, I really can't do anything but keep my head down/straight and keep moving forward.  After a few miles he moved ahead and I didn't catch up to him until the aid station but soon after that he was still going faster than I was capable of in my state so I just went on my own.  At most of the aid stations, I saw Yvonne and it was good to see a familiar face.  I saw her heading into Aid station #5 which is also aid station #6 because it is a 6 mile loop.  I told her my stomach wasn't doing well but she said I looked good.  I also saw Harald who was the aid station captained and he didn't recognize me at first.  I told him the same thing and he said "well, you know how it goes sometimes.  Just keep going and maybe it will get better".  All truth that I knew and hoped for.  So I go for this loop and I thought it was mostly flat and boring from what I remembered the year before.  It's actually a good amount of climbing the first mile or two and then heads back down before it gets a little more boring.  I did the loop and felt maybe slightly better at best. 

Now I had another 6 mile section to the next aid station.   I remember this section has the somewhat long uphill road that I was hoping to run prior to starting this race but I knew I would be walking it this time once again.  That was ok with me though because I was happy for the walk breaks.  While I did have some shot blocks at prior aid stations eventually, at the next aid station, I started to drink Mountain Dew to get some liquid calories in and I needed a boost.  The next section felt a little better and my stomach was on the mend but I was still a little tired.  By the time I got back to Anthony Wayne, I was happy because the race was nearly over.  Only about 9-10 miles to go, albeit some tough sections ahead.  About 1.5 miles into this section I wonder if or when I will see my teammates/participants running the 50K course.  I had been wondering about this for a while and thought either they would finish before me which would be great or maybe I would catch them closer to the finish.  As I'm running I see someone up ahead that looked like Meghan.  I finally catch up to her and I don't remember what I say to her but at this point, I knew my goal race was not going to happen and in all honesty, I was so happy to be pain free on the knee that my time didn't matter.  So I walked with Meghan who was having some major IT Band pain.  She was ok on uphills but downhills were tough.  It was like that for her for about half her race and only got worse as the day went on.  So we walked together until we got to the aid station before the climb up to Timp's Pass.  At this point, I felt great.  Sure, my legs were a little tired but my stomach wasn't bothering me which was key.  Timp's pass came and went and I was flying down the rocky side on the way to the final aid station.  However, a 50Ker pulled up with some major calf cramping and I stopped to see if he was ok and I gave him some Tums and told him he'll be ok.

At the final aid station, I fill up on water and head out, happy to be done soon.  With about 1 mile to go, I see Mary Harvey walking ahead and she sees me and I give her a hug.  She was doing great until rolling her ankle at about mile 17 (in the 50K) and had been walking most of the race since then.  Her walk speed was very impressive though. So I walk with her until we get to the underpass that leads to the parking lot about 200 meters or so from the finish.  Then I tell her I'm going to sprint it in and I run hard to the finish.  As I'm running in I hear a big cheer from the side where my teammates who finished the 50K were sitting.  I was shocked that I was able to finish in about 10:10.  The way my race was going I expected much closer to 11 hours if not over 11.  So given the circumstances with my lack of training since March and the possibility of the meniscus hurting, the race went great.  Still I had to see how the knee felt the next day.

On Sunday, I felt fine albeit it a little tired and had some soreness in my quads.  However, I decided to give the half-marathon a shot.  Since Aleks was injured and wasn't going to run the half, they allowed her to transfer the bib to me and if I felt ok, I would run the half.  We had 4 other people running the half but I was starting in the earlier wave so unless something went bad with my knee I most likely wouldn't see them until after the race.  Before the race started we took some pictures together.  Then it was time to race the half.

It was very odd running the half marathon after the 50-miler the day before.  I really felt the effects of the 50-miler on my legs.  Thankfully, there was no bad pain.  It all felt like the muscular pain one gets the day or two following a heavy weight lifting session for the first time in two months.  But they also felt tired. I couldn't really push it and I also felt like my heart rate climbed faster and I got tired fairly quickly.  I walked most hills while others ran up them and I couldn't tell if they were stupid and I'd see them later or if they would be able to handle that push uphill since it is just a half marathon.  What I did notice is that people were still very timid going down the rocky hills on the course.  This was most evident at the very rocky section following Timp's Pass.  However, getting back to the race itself, I was really happy to only be doing a half marathon that day.  Being worn out from the prior day, the one thing that kept me going was knowing the race would be over soon.  I was curious to see how the actual course was and even though they give out the course maps on-line, I never put two and two together to realize it's basically the first 4 miles an the last 9 miles of the 50-miler.  Once I made it to the Anthony Wayne aid station, I knew exactly what was coming up.  That doesn't physically make the race easier but I knew all the parts of this course now.  So I continued with my run/walk and passed a huge number of people on the Timp Pass section because they went out too hard and were trying to run up some of Timp Pass and were toasted from that attempt.  Again, everyone was very hesitant on that downhill mile of rocky terrain and I just blazed down it.  When I reached the last aid station, I stopped for about 2 minutes to chat with the people I knew who were volunteering there.  Then I took off and had a lot of fun that last section and saw Hicham near the top of the last hill and gave him a high five while asking why he wasn't running it but he had twisted his ankle badly on the 50-miler.  I ran comfortably towards the finish and got into a near sprint with someone and told them they better beat me since I did the 50-miler the day before.  I think I ended up winning that sprint.  I ended up finishing the half in 2:10 and was very happy with that result for a couple reasons.  First, no knee pain!  Second, I wasn't sure what kind of time I could do on that course if I was fresh but 2:10 the day after running the 50-miler sounds great to me! 

All in all it was a very productive and hopeful weekend following about 2 months of an injury.  So things were looking more positive for my Grand Slam hopes. 

In the week or two following the race, my right knee never felt the type of meniscus pain I had earlier, but I would say it didn't feel normal.  I signed up for a trail marathon on May 31st in Watchung with the hopes of placing top 3 and winning some prize money.  The next blog entry will show how things went from hopeful to humbling. 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

2014 Year in Review and a Big 2015 on the Horizon

Wow.  Looking back at this year I feel fulfilled.  I started the year on the disabled list.  Hurting my back in late December and required one month off from any training at all.  After some Chiropractic work for a few weeks, I was able to start back into training; very slowly at first.  Then eventually, the muscle memory took over and I was back to my old self in a about a month.  My training was different this year.  3-4 days a week I would run 3 miles to a gym near work, do 20-30 more minutes there.  I would also run home and call it a day or extend that run home.  The running to work was at a hard effort.  On weekends, I didn't really go very long.  I can't remember the amount of marathon or more training runs I did because there weren't that many.  I used practice races once a month as my very long runs.  In between races, I would make sure I was recovered or wouldn't run.  But I would do a fair amount of walking to help speed recovery.  My results this year:

April: SpringleTrack Fatass Marathon - Fun run Finished
May: Bear Mountain 50-Miler: 9:40:35 - PR
June: TGNY 100 - 20:52:33 - 8th place and 100-mile PR
July: Running with the Devil 12-hour - 49 miles - 3rd place
August: UTMB 100 - 35:23:48 (bucket list dream race)
October: Tesla Hertz 100 - 19:22:08 - 1st place and 100-mile PR
November: NYC Marathon - 3:21:57

So while the number of races overall may have been on the low side, especially compared to many friends I know, given the amount of PRs I set, I feel great about how my training went and I was able to balance that with work and life.  I'd love to be able to carry this good momentum into next year as 2015 will be epic.

The first piece of awesome news is that I have set up a Team in Training event specifically for Bear Mountain races.  I will coach a team of runners doing from 5K to 50-miles.  It's a brand new type of event for Team in Training and I'm excited to lead these runners to their first technical trail race and/or ultra.  If you're interested in signing up, let me know or go create a new account or sign if if you're an alumni and choose "other" for the type of event and then TNT Your Way.  Fundraising minimum is only $900.  You can't beat that.   

The next piece of news happens next.
December 6th, 2014 - "Holy crap my name was pulled in the Western States lottery!"  I only had something like a 4% chance.  Then, thanks to Snipes for letting me know (really Justin Peake who told Snipes) I found out on December 7th that I'm on the waitlist (#54 on the waitlist) for the Hardrock 100 race.  This is a tough thing to handle mentally.  If I got into Western States and Hardrock, I would train for Hardrock specifically, run Western States "easy", then recover for Hardrock a few weeks later.  However, being on a wait list means I may not get into the race because
I only get in if 54 people in the race that have NEVER run the race before drop out.  I don't know if the chances of that happening are high or not.

What makes this a more difficult decision is that Western States allows me to take part in the "Grand Slam of Ultra Running"  This is running 4 of some of the original 100-milers in a period of 11 weeks.  Western States, Vermont, Leadville, and Wasatch.  I was most likely going to go for it but know that there is a chance life will get in the way and I wouldn't be able to do those races.  I am confident I can finish them all and would love to do it as it's something I may never get a chance to do ever again.  But it's not the most important thing in the world and if I can't make the events, so be it.  But the conundrum with Hardrock is I am pretty certain I can't finish the Grand Slam and have Hardrock right in the middle of it.  Hardrock is an beast of a race.  Anyway, here are the links to those five races for those that are curious

Western States -
Vermont -
Hardrock -
Leadville -
Wasatch -

So what will most likely be on my schedule?  For now, it looks like:
February - Febapple Frozen Fifties - 50K
April - Springletrack Fatass Marathon
May - Bear Mountain 50-miler
June 6/27/15 - Western States 100
July 7/10/15 - Hardrock 100
July 7/18/15 - Vermont (if not doing Hardrock)
August 8/22/15 - Leadville 100 (if not doing Hardrock)
September 9/11/15 - Wasatch 100 (if not doing Hardrock)
October - Tesla Hertz 50-miler?  Probably just sleep.
November - Sleep
December - Sleep

The good news about this dilemma is that if I drop off of the Hardrock wait list and decide not to do it, I still get twice as many tickets for next year.  But my odds would still be about 4% of getting picked.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Tesla Hertz 100 - Win and course record. Must not be real?!

I'm going to have to make this post a combination of two.  Why?  Because one year ago, I never wrote about my experience with my first and so far only official DNF (Did Not Finish).  So I will start with a short recap of that race one year ago and then the unexpected result this year.

2013 by all accounts was a successful year of running.  I had an incredible run at Bear Mt. (50M), I survived the mudfest at TARC (100M), I made it through the high altitude at Leadville (100M) and finished with a nice marathon in Amsterdam.  But what happened the week before the Amsterdam marathon?  I had signed up for a race called the Tesla Hertz 100 in Rocky Point, NY (Eastern Long Island).  I actually signed up 3 days before the race after checking the weather forecast.  It's a low-key race and only about 20 people started the 100-miler.  The course consists of 10x 10.5 mile loops all on soft trail (lots of pine needles) with only one hill, but it is extremely short, just steep.  Everything else is runnable and quite easy (if it was just a marathon or 50K, the entire thing is runnable).  I had it in mind that I wanted a fast race.  Something in the order of below 20 hours.  But I wasn't going to struggle through for a finish.  Because the Amsterdam marathon was the next weekend, I had to make sure I could run that race.  Normally, I would not quit a race if I could hobble through to the finish.  I told myself, if I felt that I would not be able to get a fast time and that it would be a struggle, I would drop out.  No big deal. So the race started and there were some additional runners who started because the race they originally wanted to run, a ridiculously hard race called Grindstone in Virginia was cancelled due to the government shutdown (the course goes through a National Park, Federal land was closed).  Since they were trained to run a hard race, the pace that was set was pretty quick.  Stupidly, I stayed with the pack.  The course is quite boring to do 10 times.  At some points, there are a lot of turns and others just long straightaways with the same looking woods everywhere.  There were only 4 or 5 spots that I could make as landmarks and they were generally close together. 

So the first loop was done in under 1:35 with one missed turn that cost about 1 minute.  The next loop similar.  So 2 laps in under 3:10 hours translates into a sub-16 hour finish.  That's a lot faster than 19-20 hours!  On the third loop, the wheels just fell off.  The temperature was rising and I was feeling tired.  My legs were fine but I was feeling like I was running too fast and was forced to walk to catch my breath.  In the first 5 miles of that loop I went from running 9-9:30 minute miles to run/walking 12 minute miles.  I know how this story plays out.  I was slowly just getting "out of it".  I made a wrong turn, realized it and walked back to where that happened.  Then I missed another turn and was lucky that another runner, the legendary Byron Lane called out to me from 50+ yards away to say I missed the turn.  (An update for 2014, they marked the course impeccably in 2014 with arrows pointing at turns and flagging tape set across the places we should not turn just in case).  So I slowly walked back and was doing a lot of slow running and walking until the loop ended about 3 miles later.  I felt terrible and decided that it was better to quit now after 50K of running than to keep going and then kick myself for not dropping earlier.  So I pulled the plug.  Strangely enough, I felt great about that decision.  I told the Race Director of the decision and had a smile on my face.  I thanked him for putting on the race and told him I just know that it isn't my day and I was ok to drop out. 

When I got back to the car, I started to feel light headed and sick.  I dry heaved a little.  When I thought it all passed, I started to drive home but after 5 minutes, I was forced to pull over to the side of the road and go again.  Then I got back in the car cranked the A/C and 10 minutes later I started to drive again but was lucky enough to spot a convenience store and use their bathroom (#2).  I bought some gatorade and seemed to be ok after that.  But that reinforced in my mind that the decision to drop out of the race was the correct one.  My plan was to run a fast race or not finish.  The latter was the only possibility that day.  It turned out, many other people had the same idea.  Only 5 people finished the race.  The winning time was 24:08.  I don't know what time I could have produced if I walked the 4th loop and then just took it easy running the next 6 but maybe I could have won?  But I never considered that a possibility and remain happy with my decision to drop out. 

Fast forward through 2014.  I think 2014 was a much better year than 2013.  While it started off with a lower back injury for the first 3 weeks that prevented me from running, it only got better from there.  I ran Bear Mt. (50M) and had an even faster time than 2013, coming in 35th place out of a very large field of runners.  I ran TGNY 100 in June and placed 8th overall in 20:52, over 2 hours faster than my fastest 100.  In July I ran my first timed event; the Running With The Devil 12-hour up and down Mountain Creek Ski resort in New Jersey and took 3rd place overall with 49 miles.  Then in August I ran one of my bucket list races, UTMB (105M) and finished under 36 hours and was thrilled with that.  I had no idea how the recovery from UTMB would go.  All I had on the calendar post-UTMB was the NYC Marathon 2 months later.  Would I be able to race it fast?  Well, recovery took longer and I had some weird pain in my leg so I took time off from running for about 2 weeks.  When I started running again, I still had some speed, but not enough to be comfortable to try and have my fastest NYC Marathon.  So my eyes then were drawn to Tesla Hertz 100 again.   Could I possibly run this race fast?  I continued to assess my recovery and fitness and as each day passed by, I felt that I could take on a 100-miler and run under 20 hours.  Then I thought about it and figured, maybe I can do this race in 18 hours?  It is "only" 4 marathons in a row at a 10-minute mile pace (6mph).  So with that 18-hour handle in mind, I was checking the weather forecast and was not going to sign up if the weather looked bad.  The Wednesday before the race, the forecast called for rain in the morning.  I knew that the course drains very well because it was fine last year even with a lot of rain leading up to the race.  So I pulled the trigger and signed up Wednesday night. 

The race:
I tried my best to set up my bags at the start/finish of each loop to be quick and efficient.  My go-to fuel would be Powerbar gels and chews.  The race began at 6AM and it would be dark for close to an hour after the race began.  Everyone except me wore a headlamp.  I used my "Sniper Scope".  A gift given to me from David Snipes.  It's basically a small LED flashlight that has some stretchy lace cord tied around it and can be attached to the neck of a handheld water bottle.  So you can hold the water bottle as you normally would and it would provide you with good lighting.  I figured I'd save the headlamp for the night section.  The course is a loop with a short out and back to the one aid station (aside from the start/finish) about 5.5 miles away, then 5 miles back a different way to the start/finish.  I decided I would just need 1 bottle to start and if I ended up needing another, I would pick it up after the loop finished.  It began raining about 6+ hours before the race began and continued with rain at the start.  It was a nice rain though and although heavy at times, the trees really caught most of the rain and because I was moving fast enough, I didn't feel cold.  The rain prevented me from overheating.  So I started out as the lead runner in the race.  I dont know how many people were behind me because I never looked behind me.  After about 1 mile, I wasn't sure where the trail went because my light wasn't good enough to see it clearly.  So I let the runner behind me lead the way.  I was chatting with him and the new runner behind me about what races they've done. The one in front, Palmer Smith, had ran a 100-miler in May called Peaks 100, which is 10x 10 mile loops on a much tougher course in Vermont.  My friend Mark Leuner finished a 200-mile race there and this person's coach (Nick "Storm Tropper" Baustista) finished a 500-mile race.  The one behind me, Tyler Rindock was running his first 100-miler.  I had no idea what times they were looking to finish in but my watch was hovering around 10-minute miles (18 hour pace) so I was happy.  After about 3 miles, I feel someone right on my heels so I let him pass but he gets stuck behind the leader.  We talk for a couple minutes and learn that he had finished the Badwater 135-mile race in Death Valley a year ago and crewed for a runner this year.  A few minutes later, he passes the lead runner and takes off and as he does that, another runner throws down the hammer and runs away from us.  Our pack did not chase them.  We finished the first loop in 1 hour 41 minutes.  I took just over a minute at the aid station to fill up my water bottle, and grab some gels from my bag. 

Right before the start. I am the person with the light by the waist (holding my sniper scope bottle)

Then we headed on out for loop two.  I ran this loop with Palmer Smith in front of me by about 25 feet most of the loop.  This loop was faster.  Most of the miles were being clicked off close to a 9 minute/mile.  However, I tried to rationalize the pace by telling myself I'm running comfortably.  I tried to confirm this by focusing on my breathing.  I would breath in through my nose for four foot strikes, and then out through my mouth for four.  If it felt like this was hard to do, it would mean I was going to fast.  It wasn't hard to do so I maintained that pace and just focused on running easy.  I had no desire to catch up to the other runners.  My sole goal for the race was 18 hours.  I was well ahead and the race was early so I was just trying to focus on 18 and how I was feeling.  I finished loop 2 in around 1:37.  I only spent 50 seconds refilling my water and grabbing gels and chews from my bag.  I left before Palmer who was taking more time at the aid station. 

About three miles into the loop, I saw the Badwater finisher ahead of me.  He was walking but then picked up and ran. I caught up to him about half a mile later.  I pass him during his walk break and say "nice job" and when I get 10 feet ahead he asks what distance I'm running (They start shorter races (100K, 50M, 50K) about every 30-60 minutes after the 100-miler starts).  I tell him the 100-miler and he says in a somewhat surprised and defeated tone, "Oh my God, you're passing me?".  I didn't really know what to make of that.  But I responded right away with, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be passing me later in the race". My guess is he was solely focused on winning the race and took off very fast and it was catching up to him early.  I figured this put me in 2nd place.  But again, I didn't care much about my position.  The race was still in its infancy and I was focused on a specific time goal, not a podium finish.   So I check off loop 3 in 1:36.  Damn, that's fast.  I figure it will probably catch up with me later but I still feel comfortable. Maybe I should have gone at an even more comofrtable pace or take walk breaks?  I hit the marathon mark on my watch at around 4:05 so that was around a 16:30 finish if I could maintain it.  I knew I wouldn't be able to maintain that pace and was just hoping I could hang on when the going got tough and that I could postpone that until much later in the race. 

So the pattern continued for the next two loops except the rain finally stopped about 7 hours into the race.  The course dried up incredibly fast.  Within a couple hours, nearly all the puddles were gone and there were no muddy sections at all to deal with.  Incredible!  The only change I noticed now was I was passing runners and was passed by about 4 runners but I didn't know if they were running the 100-miler or the shorter distances.  So I figured I was still top-5 but probably top-3 but it still didn't matter because the race was half-way finished and it's a long second half.  My mantra this race was "18-hours, 18-hours".  Just focusing on that time and not caring what place I'm in.  If 18-hours is good for 1st place, awesome!  If it is good for 20th place, still awesome!  People always ask, "what do you think about when you're running for 18-36 hours?"  I thought about that question this race.  A lot of what I thought about was how do I feel?  Am I running too hard.  Is anything bothering me?  Am I hungry, thirsty, tired, etc.  If "yes", what do I need to stop that negative?  Other times, I just think of random things.  Life - friends, work, news, family, food.  But most of the time, it was focusing on the race and running properly.  So I continued to run at a comfortable pace, checking my breathing occasionally and making sure to drink and take in gels and chews to keep my energy balanced.  Heading into mile 46ish, I caught up to Juerge Bandle who was in our shared house in Chamonix and ran UTMB.  He's a fantastic person and it was great to see him on the course and chat with him.  He was doing the 50K as a tune-up for a race Nov 1st, called Javelina Jundred in Arizona. 

Once I completed my fifth loop, I felt like I needed some additional calories and not from gels/chews.  I went to the aid station table and took about half of a banana and a few squares of Rice Kripsy Treats.  Then I filled up my bottle with water, restocked my gels and chews and took off.  Within 100 meters of leaving the aid station I felt some sharp pain in my left hip.  It felt like some severe tendinitis in the joint/hip flexor area and would make stepping incredibly painful.  I tried sticking my knuckle in the area to massage it out and it helped slightly.  I tried for about a minute to stretch and work on it and it helped a little.  It would be on and off that entire loop.  That loop took 1:50.  About 10 minutes slower than the last one.  Not bad considering the pain.  So I took some Tylenol I packed and ate some more bananas and 2 Rice Krispy Treat squares.  I wanted more though.  The aid station bought one of the gigantic squares (I think it is 5 pounds and one big block) and they were going to cut up a portion of it to put out onto the table.  I asked if I could just have that very large piece (probably 8 inches by 3 inches).  They reluctantly gave it to me.  I just put it in my mouth to carry while I stocked up on water and gels/chews and walked out of the aid station eating the giant treat. 

Loop 6 was 1:50 and 7 was closer to the 2 hours.  I was still trying to run comfortably, but what felt comfortable ended up being a slower pace.  On loop six I saw Paul Arroyo and slowed down and chatted with him for a couple minutes.  He had not done anything since TGNY in June and was doing this 100 to get time on his feet for Javelina 3 weeks later!  Crazy!  He ended up dropping out of the race at some point.  At the aid station at the start, they ran out of Rice Krispy Treats but they had some Potato Pierogies which were delicious.  The Tylenol did its thing by keeping the pain mostly in check.  Once I finished loop 7, it was going to be dark in about 15 minutes so I needed my headlamp.  It was time to bring out the secret weapons, my iPod and my second water bottle to fill with Mountain Dew.  That definitely helped with my energy level but then the pain started to show up again.  I finished loop 8 in over 2 hours.  I needed Tylenol again but I didn't have any more so I asked if they had any at the aid station.  They only had Advil at the start/finish and I don't like taking chances with mixing running and Ibuprofen.  They said they had Tylenol at the halfway aid station.  So I had to struggle through 5.5 miles to get my drugs!  Loop 9 eventually was finished in 2 hours 20 minutes and a cumulative time of 16:55.  So I knew my 18 hour or below finish was not possible.  But I still had a chance at sub-19.  Since this was my last loop, I took my time at the aid station making sure I fueled up and I decided to ask what place I was in.  They asked what distance I was doing and I said the 100-miler and they asked what loop I was on and I said I just have one more to go.  They said if I only have 1 more to go I am in 1st place because every one else has at least 2 more loops to do.  This was not completely a surprise to me because earlier in the loop I passed Byron Lane, the same one from above that told me last year I missed the turn.  I had passed and then was passed by him earlier, around loop 5 and 7 I think.  He was struggling a bit but he told me that I was in first place because there was no one except for me and three other people that were running the shorter races that passed him that day.  So since I was the only one that had looped him, it would mean I was in first and if there was someone else close behind in second place, well, they are still somewhere behind! 

So it was nice to hear confirmation going out on my last loop that I was in first place.  I knew that getting below 19 hours would be nearly impossible considering the extra time I spent at the aid station.  I was happy to know that I just had one more loop to do!  And hopefully it would take me under 2:30 to do it.  I changed into a long sleeve shirt and also changed the batteries in my headlamp because it seemed not as bright as I thought it should be.  Unfortunately, the spare batteries I brought were dead!  Luckily, someone at the aid station had extra AAs and they worked!  Thank you!  All of this added up to a lot of time spent in the aid station before heading out on the final loop but I eventually left.  It really felt like I was going faster than a 2 hour pace but I was taking frequent walk breaks and my pace wasn't faster than 10 minute miles.  When I got to the turnaround at the other aid station I just said thank you to the volunteer who was there all day and night and ran right back out. I looked at my watch and it said 100 miles and the time was 18:04.  So I did get my 18 hour 100-mile finish!  Now just to do 5 more miles and be done running.  At times this final 5 miles took forever.  But once I hit that hill for the last time, time started to go by faster.  I think I also started to move faster too.  One of my landmarks was a road crossing about 1 mile from the start/finish.  Once I crossed that I started to move faster knowing the finish is so close.  With probably 400 meters to go, I started to open up and run fast.  Although fast at this point was probably a 9 minute mile.  I ran hard through the finish line and signalled that I was done!  It took them a while to realize I was done because I finished the race, not that I was dropping out.  Vinnie, one of the race directors was bundled up and sleeping while the other, Nicole, was congratulating me and giving me some of my finisher things and taking some pictures.  Then she woke up the race director Vinnie who got up to congratulate me and take a good picture after I changed into some warmer clothing.  (edit - I just want to emphasize this is not a knock on Vinnie.  There were probably less than 10 runners on the course and he had been up for who knows how many hours setting up this race.  He has a co-RD to help and the best thing to do in between these runners coming through is to get a few winks so you aren't a zombie when yo uare needed). Then she made me a fabulous quesadilla and some soup.  I sat around for about 30 minutes or so trying to get my eyes to adjust as they had clouded up a bit.  Note to self: I have to buy a pair of clear running glasses to protect my eyes because they become clouded during cold and long runs. 

The volunteers at this race were fantastic and stayed there many, many hours.  The food selection was great too but I went with my own type of food strategy the first 50+ miles.  But they had everything I would have wanted had I not had my own gels/chews.  The course itself is boring in my opinion.  But that's because I love mountain races.  I'm only now getting used to a loopy loop type course (I've done Knickerbocker 60K - ~9x 4-mile loops, Caumsett 50K - 10x 3.1-mile loops, Running with the Devil 12-hour (I finished 16x 3 mile loops and 2x 0.5 mile loops).  I still would prefer a point to point, one big loop, or an out-and-back course and something that has some nice climbs and great views at the top of those climbs.  But for anyone looking to run a flat, non-technical trail race from 10.5 up to 105 miles, this is a great race to do.  One negative from the race.  I was wearing my good rain jacket before the race began and since it was wet, I put it on the outside of my bag in the "drop bag area".  Since I couldn't see it at night after finishing, I completely forgot about it and left it at the race (or someone else took it).  So I lost my rain jacket.  But looking on the bright side, although that was a good running rain jacket and only cost $50 (yay North Face outlets!), I'm now in the market for a much lighter, far more compact waterproof and breathable running rain jacket.

With Co-race directors Vinnie and Nicole. 
So here are my Garmin splits and the time spent in aid station before starting the net lap (which counts towards that next lap's time) I spent 39:33 in aid stations.  1/3rd of the time spent in aid stations was the stop right before my last loop.  

Lap 1 = 1:40:39 
Lap 2 = 1:38:13 - 1:57 in aid
Lap 3 = 1:37:35 - 1:29 in aid
Lap 4 = 1:42:43 - 0:52 in aid
Lap 5 = 1:49:12 - 4:09 in aid
Lap 6 = 1:52:05 - 4:06 in aid
Lap 7 = 1:58:05 - 5:17 in aid
Lap 8 = 2:09:20 - 3:27 in aid
Lap 9 = 2:26:35 - 5:09 in aid
Lap 10 = 2:27:46 - 13:07 in aid
Total = 19:22:08 

2nd place finished 2 hours 17 minutes behind me and 3rd place was 6:30 behind me.  Only 6 starters finished.   I can almost guarantee someone will run faster than I did next year.  I'm looking forward to one or many people running this race well under 19 hours.  I wouldn't be surprised to see a 14-hour handle end up on this race in the next year or two. 

My mantra for this race was "18 hours".  I think that was important to keep in my head.  Not really caring about who was ahead or how far behind the next runner was let me try and focus on my own race.  While I didn't get my 18-hour handle, I was still happy that I was fairly close and am confident I could do it in the future.  This race is so long compared to marathons and shorter where it's ok to focus on time and put fun in the corner a bit.  Here, if I don't stop to walk and chat with other runners, chat with aid station workers and just get myself in a more positive mood, then what's the point?  I'm not ever going to be close to the elite level in this sport but I can be happy with my results and enjoy running with others and run my own race as well.  I can still do both!  

1 week later:
So as I am finishing up this recap a week later, I'm starting to feel pretty good about the win.  I still know that it was just a matter of luck.  No super fast people (16-hour or faster runners) showed up and the ones that did that I think are faster than me didn't have good days and dropped out, similar to what I did last year.  Had I not dropped out last year and/or ran a smarter race, I may have been defending my first place title this year!  Anyway, I was walking mighty gingerly on Sunday.  Stairs were slow and going down was done sideways and holding onto the railing for much needed support. Aleks and I did laundry Sunday night and walking the few blocks to and from the apartment a few times was nice active recovery!  Monday was much better.  I was walking normally by the evening.  I didn't run again until Saturday.  I ran about 12 miles with Team in Training (doing the last 10 miles or so of the NYC marathon course) and wow, my knees were sore and I was hurting.  The last couple miles felt like one feels when they are really pushing it or went too hard during a marathon.  I just couldn't go faster and just wanted the run to end.  Granted, I could have stopped at any moment.  But I wanted to get back to Central Park and hang out there.  Truth be told, since mile 10ish of UTMB, I was and still am experiencing some strange dull pain about 2-3 inches below my knee which feels like the bottom of the patella tendon.  Sometimes I feel it and sometime I don't but it never gets worse.  Hey, I ran UTMB with it and just finished this race so if it were something serious, I'd probably know. ;-)  Still, I think I'll get it checked out after the NYC marathon. 

Towards the last 50K of the race, I was in a somewhat low spot with the hip pain, some chafing, and what we usually feel like at that point in a 100-miler.  I recall thinking to myself that this will be the last 100-miler I do for a long time (I always say that. . .) and I don't want to suffer for nearly two days if I get into Hardrock.  Even Western States, which I would hope to finish under 24 hours sounded terrible.  Fast forward a few days and I was even thinking of coming back and doing Tesla again next year!  Pain is temporary, low points quickly turn to high points.  If ever there is a time when things get tough in running or life, you should always take some time and just let the bad moments pass.  Great things lay ahead.  It just takes one step at a time to get there. 

Monday, September 15, 2014

UTMB (Ultra Trail Du Mont-Blanc) 168K (104.3 miles) - 2014

Have to follow instructions on the signs

Maybe it is because I don’t have any videos or pictures that I myself took during the race.  Or maybe it’s because it was such a grueling physical and mental challenge of a race, but I have been having a hard time coming up with what to write to recap my experience running the Ultra Trail Du Mont-Blanc (UTMB).  I never had a true goal time for this race like I usually do with some others.  Obviously, finishing is a good goal as the race normally has a 65% finishing rate of those that start.  But it is helpful to have some idea of time so that you either don’t go too fast and burn out well before the finish or go too slow and wonder how much faster you could have gone if you put more effort into it.  It may help to give a short description of the race.

UTMB is a 168 Kilometer (104.4 mile) race that runs counterclockwise beginning in Chamonix, France and circles 168 kilometers around the tallest mountain in Europe – Mont-Blanc (15,781 feet) by going through the Alps in France, Italy, Switzerland, and then finishing back in Chamonix.  The race (according to the tracking) gains 32,000 feet and loses the same during the course of the run.  The altitude ranges from 2,700 feet above sea level to 8,300 feet.  The terrain ranges from asphalt in some parts going through small towns to ridiculous technical rocky alpine trails, but is mostly run on trails.  The climbs and descents are very steep and usually technical (rocky, rooty, etc).  The race begins at 5:30PM and runners get 46 hours to complete the course.  The winner will usually finish in around 20 hours and 20 minutes nowadays.  Obviously, with a 5:30PM start, anything over 27-28 hours will force you to put your headlamp on again and run during a second night.  For the vast majority of runners, this is the reality.  To give you an idea, I finished 309th overall out of 1,578 that ended up finishing.  It took me 35:23:48 to finish the race so I finished a little before 5AM on my second night of running.  In fact, only 57 runners finished before 8:30PM on Saturday!  An interesting breakdown of the finishers:  Nearly 35.7% of the finishers this year did so in the last 3 hours of the race.  Another 35.6% finished between 38 and 43 hours, averaging about 100 runners each hour.  So about 71% of all the runners that finished the race, did so in OVER 38 hours!  You are required to carry a certain amount of specific gear because we are running over mountain passes and if bad weather or an emergency situation occurred, it is easy to die if you don’t have the proper emergency equipment (warm waterproof clothing, emergency blanket, stock of food and water, etc.). You can see the mandatory gear list here.

So because I had never done something this difficult, I wasn’t sure exactly how “fast” (or slow) I could be expected to finish the race.  My fun rule of thumb for races I do is to take what the winners finish in (if they are elite runners – not small town races that elites never race at) and multiply that by 1.5.  Then sometimes I’ll add extra time if I am out of my element, high altitude or a course I know is much harder for the everyday person.  I figure that out by looking up race reports people write or looking at some people’s times and comparing it to other races that I have done.  My research here led me to believe that I should be able to finish in under 36 hours.  For this race, that is averaging a 20:41 minute mile including any stops along the way.  Speaking of stops along the way, a strategy that it seems many Europeans took with this race was to sleep.  There are three aid stations on the course that have extra cots set up to allow runners to get some rest.  There are certain rules set up for that but I don’t know the specifics.  You could also rest at a medical aid stop as long as no one needed the cot for treatment.  Or, you could do what I saw others runners do which is to just sleep on the grass or on a large boulder on the side of the trail!  Basically, it’s a strategy because taking that 1, 2, 3 or more hour break may allow you to move better later in the race.  If you take a 3 hour nap at 2AM on Sunday morning, you may feel completely refreshed and be able to run fast during the day once the sun rises.  And you certainly can run faster when you have daylight, rather than just a headlamp lighting your way up and down very technical mountain terrain.  But my own strategy is always to keep moving forward.  I know that once the sun comes up I can usually run well.  So if I sleep, I’ll just be further back before I can run well again.  Or, maybe I’ll finish the race before the sun comes up and being done quicker without sleep is better than being done slower with sleep in my opinion. 

The race has been notorious lately for having bad weather.  In 2010, the race was stopped midway through then restarted the next morning because of dangerous conditions.  In 2011 the race was delayed by 5 hours because of very harsh rain, snow, and wind.  In 2012 the race was shortened to 100K because of extremely dangerous snow conditions on many of the mountains.  2013 had perfect weather.  I was looking at the weather forecast from multiple meteorological sources the week leading up to the race.  It started out saying rain Friday through Sunday.  Then on Tuesday, it rained heavily for about 12 hours or more but the forecast for the race turned to just rain Friday and no rain Saturday.  It basically stayed that way up until race day and the organizers were comfortable with those forecasts and planned to run the race with no changes. 

So now for the recap.  Evening race starts are still weird.  I tried to stay up a little later, closer to midnight or later so that hopefully I could get at least 9-10 hours of sleep and be less tired during the race.  I got about 9 hours of somewhat restful sleep.  After breakfast of scrambled eggs and a fresh baguette, I walked around here and there but not too much.  I looked over the weather forecast again and decided I didn’t need as much very cold weather gear for the first night but packed it in my half-way drop bag in case I thought I may want it for the second night.  I put all my gear into separate ziplock baggies and shoved them in my race pack.  I stayed in a house with Aleks and 6 other runners (3 ran a 119K version of the race a few days earlier and 4 of us were running UTMB).  We all were ready to head to the start at around 4:45PM.  However, I had a feeling I didn’t pack my thin running tights and when I was 50 feet outside the house, I checked my pack to make sure and they weren’t there (and they were required gear which means if they did a random check for it, I could be disqualified from the race for not having it).  Turns out I left them on a chair outside drying from being washed the day before.  Disaster #1 averted.  I catch up to the group and we walk to the bag drop-off for the halfway point in Courmayeur.  I take out my small video camera to get the first of many videos when I notice the battery about to die so I hand the camera off to Aleks because I don't have to carry around that dead weight.  Then we take a few still photos and head to the start.  Chamonix is a small little ski-town and it’s amazing how they can pack the 2,500 runners and spectators there.  When we see how far back the line of runners went, we’re shocked.  There is no way we can position ourselves correctly for this race.  It’s too packed.   Keila Merino, one of our housemates and an incredible runner (way, way faster and better runner than I am) sees a small street we can go down to cut into the line of runners instead of lining up in the back.  Unfortunately, when we get there, a metal fence about 4.5 feet high is set up.  However, we are able to successfully jump over it although Keila did fall.  Well it turns out we jumped the fence and were lined up right behind the pros!!!  While Keila can hang with them (or at least right behind them) Sky (another amazing runner) and I went back a little behind a tape barrier because we know we didn’t belong that close.  I think the other runners appreciated that.  With 15 minutes to go before the start, the rain begins.  At first, it’s a light drizzle but then it starts coming down hard.  Now everyone is getting out their rain jackets.  Perfect. . . Soon enough they start counting down each minute before they start playing the UTMB theme song, “Conquest of Paradise” by Vangelis.  Then they do the 10 second countdown (in French obviously) and we’re off. 
Sky and me walking towards the start

Eric (who finished the TDS) pointing at Keila and Juerg

Housemates running UTMB (Sky, Keila, Me, Juerg)

Aleks' video of the start

The first 5 miles of the race is essentially flat and on asphalt or very easy wide open trail with a couple small hills to run or walk up.  The rain keeps coming down and getting harder.  I’m running fast, between 7-8:30 minute miles.  In fact, even though we had a 3,000 foot climb and then equal descent on extremely muddy and slippery trail, I was averaging a 12:40 minute/mile pace through the first 13 miles.  Sure that doesn’t sound fast but that is a 22 hour finish for this race (good enough for top-10)!  The rain alternates from downpour, to light drizzle.  Somewhere along the way, I think around mile 7-8 I felt a very slight pain just below my knee.  It was more a dull pain than anything but just noticing anything bad, no matter how minimal it is at this early point in the race is never a good sign.  Sometimes they work themselves out soon enough and there’s nothing I can do about it now so I just continue on, hoping for the best.  I take my rain jacket on and off about 3 times as the rain alternatives from heavy shower to light drizzle.  When I get to the first aid station, I just go right through it since I have plenty of water in my pack.  Once we get to the first real climb, I take out my Trekking Poles.  I don’t put them away until after the race is over.  The first climb takes us up Le Delevret, around a 2,500 foot climb and a longer descent.  The trail was full of water, mud, and was so slippery that if I didn’t have my poles, I don’t know how I would have made it to the top.  Then on the way down, the poles saved me from completely wiping out multiple times because the slippery mud and grass trails were everywhere.  There was no avoiding it.  In fact, there were a few times where I went slightly off trail because the mud was so deep or slippery that it was safer to go in the taller grass on the side that wasn’t completely worn out by the runners in front of me.  I saw many runners fall on this section.  Eventually, we get down and it’s time to put the headlamp on. 
Up the first climb in the rain

Near the start of the second climb

The next section is a steady climb where it is possible to run but a fast hike is better for me since it’s still uphill so why waste unnecessary energy to gain not much speed.  Then we soon hit the real mountain trail that will take us up to the peak of Croix Bonhomme.  This section was when I realized just how hard this race would be.  It was still raining at the 31K mark but was starting to lessen.  I took off my rain jacket at the aid station, got some hot noodle soup and readied myself for a climb that was just insane.  In about 8 miles we climb 4,600 feet, with half of it coming in the last 3 miles.  The entire climb, I would keep looking up and see headlamps way up in the distance snaking back and forth the switchbacks up the mountain.  I always thought that the furthest I could see was the top.  But as I would climb, I would see headlamps further up and away.  I would also look behind me to see just how far up I was and the huge line of runners and their headlamps illuminating the way.  In my preparation for the race, I had planned for long climbs.  I basically told myself that each climb will take 2-3 hours and to just keep moving and don’t worry about it.  The climbs will eventually end.  This climb lasted 3 hours and we were climbing over some serious rocky territory.  In some ways, I’m glad I couldn’t see what it looked like around us in the dark.  I don't know if it was getting higher in elevation (above 8,000 feet) or the nearly three hours of climbing, but I was starting to get tired towards the end of the climb.  Thankfully, the end of the climb eventually came.  The downhill was tricky as well but I was feeling less tired and made it into the next aid station.  Right before we go into the aid station they had an inspection point where they checked every runner for their waterproof jacket with a hood and for a cell-phone.  That was the only inspection point I saw on the course.  Right after that, I passed a Petzl battery change station and figured I might as well get some new batteries into my headlamp as it will mean I will not have to worry about running low in an emergency of my own if it happened later on.  After that, I head into the tent, grabbed some food and more hot soup and then listened to some guy say that this course is harder than Hardrock 100.  To me, Hardrock 100, a race in Colorado that has a similar elevation profile of this race and a lot of technical running, but takes place at an average altitude of around 11,000 feet I think, sounds much more difficult. 

The next section was loooong.  It was 15K (9.3 miles) between aid stations that had food/water.  It started on a long uphill road section at first before we got into a steeper trail climb.  I didn’t recall from the elevation profile that it was supposed to be a long climb but it’s when I realized again that every climb here is long.  Even the short ones are as long as some of the longest climbs on other trail races I’ve done.  At the top of this climb, I see some sort of booth and realize that this is where we are scanned at Col de la Selgne and enter Italy.  The downhill was somewhat runnable but changing from rocky to not rocky and sometimes there were multiple tracks to run on but they would mysteriously end and you’d have to go to the other track next to it which was usually a little higher or lower than the track you're currently on.  Some parts were slippery and because it is during the night, it’s just hard to know what’s coming up.  Finally, I make it to the next aid station.   I grab some more soup and these cut up bars that remind me of Rice Kripsy Treats.  They seem to be some rice cereal held together by some type of sugary substance.  One bar has chocolate while the other has apricot.  They are delicious and I eat them at every aid station I see them.  They also had single serving apple sauce which was very refreshing.  I decide that this is a good spot to take my 5-hour energy drink.  I only use this during a race when I’m feeling tired during an overnight section.  It works for me probably because I only use it 2-3 times a year.

This next section had a short gravel section to run before it starts a climb and while running ahead, I catch up to Sky.  We chat and she tells me Keila decided to drop out at that aid station we just left.  Her knee was hurting her before the race from doing 3 hard 100-mile races in about 6 weeks, with the last one that she did hurting the knee badly only two weeks earlier.  And she had one more 100-miler to do the week after UTMB.  It’s called the Grand Slam of Ultra Running by doing those four events and she puts UTMB in it as well.  Her main focus was finishing the Slam so if she felt trying to finish UTMB would prevent that, she would drop out.  I’m amazed that not only did she start, but that she made it to 64K (nearly 40 miles).  She’s one tough runner.  She would have continued but she would not have been able to drop out until she reached the 77K mark because there is no transportation out from the other aid stations in between, unless you want to pay for a helicopter rescue!  So Sky and I chat as we run and then hike uphill.  By the time we reach the next aid station, the sun is ever so slowly making its way up the horizon.  Sky has to use the restroom so I go on ahead to a 2.5 mile downhill section that loses something like 2,800 feet.  This part is so steep and is filled with switchback after switchback.  The course has some obvious cuts before some of the switchbacks turn and I decide to take a few of them.  I’m glad I took the downhills at “Running with the Devil” hard in preparation for this race because it paid off.  I never felt that my quads were hurting or soon to be hurting.  I wouldn’t say I took these downhills fast though, so that’s partly a reason my legs felt ok too.  Finally, at the bottom I reached Courmayeur where my drop-bag is.  I can finally change my muddy socks and see how bad my feet are.
Nearing the last of the downhill into Courmayeur

In the town of Courmayeur

The Courmayeur aid station is in a school.  When I arrive, it’s filled with runners and their crews and there are very few spots that I see where I can sit on a chair or bench and take care of changing clothes and getting prepared for the next half of the race.  I finally find a chair next to the wall at the far end.  I sit down and begin unpacking my bag and getting things out of the drop bag.  Then it’s time to take my shoes and socks off and see how bad things look.  My feet are completely waterlogged and trenchfootish.  I have a lot of dirt hard packed and stuck in between the creases that resulted from the waterlogging.  I have some wetnaps and begin to clean my feet off.  Then I spray on some anti-chafing new-skin before putting on new socks.  My feet do feel much better.  Then I change shirts, replace the batteries in my headlamp, put sunblock on my neck, face, and ears, then seemingly take forever figuring out what I want to take with me and what should go in my drop bag to be picked up after the race.  Then I wander around trying to figure out where to go when a security guard tells me in Italian (and points) to go upstairs because I have no idea what he is saying.  I enter through the doors to an enormous cafeteria.  I grab a bowl of pasta with tomato sauce and sit at a table eating and looking at one of the course guide books left on the table and focus on the elevation profile of things to come.  I get myself a second helping of pasta after seeing the uphill stretch that is next!  Then I fill my pack with water, grab some Pepsi to put in my water bottle which I took from my drop bag and headed out walking on the streets of Courmayeur before shortly heading uphill on streets that lead us to the trail.   And up and up we go.  I saw a trail sign that said Grand Col Ferret 8 hours.  I knew this climb wasn’t to the Col Ferret and that this would be coming along later.  The Grand Col Ferret is the highest point on the course and from the aid station on the bottom to the top, climbs about 2,700 feet in 2.7 miles.  However, I’m far from that now.  So I look at my watch and it says I’ve been running for 14 hours so as long as I get there in 8 hours or 22 hours of running, I’ll be happy, even though the estimate for hiking based on signposts is much, much slower than racing.  But it was something for me to focus on to at least know I’m not going to be going even slower than hiking and who knows how long I would spend in aid stations up ahead.  Once at the top, the next 12K was basically run along the ridge line, a sort of balcony across the mountain before a short (but really long because everything in this course isn’t short) drop into the aid station before climbing up the Grand Col Ferret. 

Unfortunately, this relatively flat section was some of the most painful for me.  From the mud and dirt in my shoe, or maybe it was that and something wrong with the socks I put on at Courmayeur, I developed some bad chafing across the top inside part of both feet.  I also had some chafing and a blister on a couple toes of my left and right foot.  Climbing uphill didn’t seem to bother it much but going downhill or running on flats I felt the pain and it was difficult to ignore.  I decided I had to cave in at Arnuva, the aid station before going up to Grand Col Ferret.  I asked a volunteer where the medic tent was so I could get treatment for my feet.  She said first I must eat and drink and then I can go to the medic tent.  Once in the tent, there were many people in there getting various treatments.  Getting blisters pooped and feet taped up and physio done on cramped muscles or people just sleeping.  I told them my predicament and asked if they could put some bandages over the chafing.  They said they could not do that because they thought the bandage may crease while running and cause more blisters.  Instead, they rubbed some cream onto the area and I said I wasn’t sure what was causing the chafing; whether it was some dirt in the shoe, or in the sock, or something else.  So they put cream on the outside off the sock too.  When I put my shoes back on my feet felt better.  But I doubted that they would feel better for too long.

I stocked up on what I needed for the 14K section until the next refreshment stop and headed out for the climb up the Grand Col Ferret.  One thing is for certain, this climb had fantastic views.  I was climbing well and my feet weren’t bothering me.  The climb took a while though that was expected. Close to 90 minutes for just 4.4K in distance.  To put it in comparison, I can run a 5K in around 19 minutes.  When I got to the top, I couldn’t believe it.  I was expecting more to climb.  It was a bit windy up there and the views were awesome.  This is also the border crossing into Swiss territory from Italy.  Woohoo!  Entering another country!  Now came the 10K of running down to the next aid station.  This part should have been easy, as it wasn’t very technical and was in the daylight.  But my feet were starting to bother me again.  I stopped once to put some bandages on my toes.  I stopped again to spray some Newskin on my feet.  Then I just continued to slowly run down.  I don’t remember why but I didn’t stop for long at the next aid station La Fouley.  I was in, ate soup and more food, filled up my hydration systems and was out in about 8 minutes, making sure I had enough to get the 14K to the next aid station.  

On this 14K journey, the first half or more was downhill which was really a pain for my feet but then it went uphill which I liked.  However, I was feeling low on energy towards the end and was wondering where on Earth the aid station was.  A few non-runners going the other direction told me different things.  The first one told me that once I exit the woods and cross the road the aid station is right up ahead.  Another told me I had 1 kilometer to go.  After I pass the road, someone else says I have another 1K to go.  As I get more frustrated I just keep moving, albeit slowly.  Eventually I reach the aid station Lac Champex-Lac. 

I took my time at this aid station.  Even more than the official time of 30 minutes read.  First, my feet were hurting a lot. Second, I was feeling low on energy.  Third, I had to use the restroom.  So first things first, I get some soup and some pasta.  Then I eat some of those Rice Krispy like bars.  Then I make my way to the restrooms.  There’s one person on line for the three stalls.  A couple of minutes later, I can go in but they are out of toilet paper!  I have toilet paper in my pack, but my pack is back in the tent and the tent is somewhat chaotic.  I have to walk around all the spectators in that area of the tent first before getting to my pack where I have my own toilet paper in case I have to go on the trail.  I head back around the spectator area and now there are three people in line!  Arrgh!  I chat with the person in front of me and it is the announcer for this lively aid station who I spoke with as I entered.   He was telling me I was doing a great job and at the time, I was in 391st place and since it was the first time running that race, it was good.  So I tell him now that I see him in line for the restroom that I hope he has toilet paper because it was out of stock.  He then tells me they just refilled the bathroom.  Perfect!!! . . . So I waste 5-10 minutes waiting in line for a bathroom; although it was worth it because I did have to use it.  When I finish (they had a real sink in this portable restroom trailer), I head back to my bag and look once more at the food options.  I notice some type of dessert pastry.  It has tiny blueberries on top of a light pastry dough and some eclair cream.  I try one and it was like I just ate a piece of heaven.  So I eat three more.  I sure do love this Swiss aid station!  So after eating a lot, I walk out but really need all my chafing issues taken care of.  The medic area is about 200 feet away from the tent so I pop in there and thankfully, it was relatively empty.  It was a small room in a small building.  One participant was passed out on a cot.  Another was getting his feet looked at.  I needed some bandages on my neck and lower back because the bandaids I had on weren’t doing the trick any longer.  I also wanted them to put a bandage on the top of my left foot because the chafing was getting worse.  It took a while, but not that long before the wonderful medic did all of that. She even gave me some additional bandage to take with me in case I needed something else.   I also changed the sock on that left foot in case it was something related to that. 

So I head on out of the aid station on a fast walking pace to make sure my food is digesting and all the bandages are ok.  Lake Champex was beautiful and to my left.  I really would have enjoyed dropping out and joining the spectators that were hanging out here in beautiful weather and scenery but by this point, I would have wasted so much time racing that I might as well finish the race, right?!  I continue walking for about a mile while we enter the next trail and I notice my left pinky toe is really bothering me.  It feels like a blister.  So while I find room on a big rock on the side of the trail to take care of this, I decide it’s time to take care of everything I need from my pack right now.  I have a huge blister on that toe.  So I put a bandaid over it, hoping that takes care of it.  I also put a bandaid on the toe next to it just in case since it didn't look great either.  I take 3 electrolyte pills and one Tums.  I take 2 Tylenol.  I take out my iPod shuffle.  I drink some Pepsi from my bottle, get my pack back on and start walking for a minute.  I notice that the bandaid on my toe is working great, all the bandages from the aid station medic are working perfectly, and I am starting to get a boost from the food from the aid station.  So I start running.  The course turns to an uphill (which means probably 2 hours of climbing).   I start hiking fast.  The music is really giving me a mental and physical boost.  The rush I’m getting is incredible.  Nothing can stop me on this section.  I’m passing a lot of people with fervor.   The course gets more technical but that isn’t slowing me down.  I’m loving it!  We then head into this huge open farm on the side of the mountain with a ridiculous amount of cows.  Some cows are blocking our trail and we have to go around them.  Other cows are jumping on each other.  I don’t want to get in the way or on the bad side of these beasts.  I also look carefully where I’m running/hiking because where there are many cows, there are many cow pies!  We finally start heading downhill.  I’m wondering if I can get to the aid station before I will need my headlamp.  I pass people and in some parts under the trees, it is a little dark but I don’t want to stop.  There is a group of three people in front of me and they are moving at a decent pace.  I could pass them but I use this time to control my effort.  After maybe 10 minutes, they stop to all put their headlamps on but I keep going.  About 5 minutes later, I stop to put on my headlamp.  By the time I continue, they almost catch up to me.  We head down some really big steps on the trail; big enough that I have to carefully step down because they are pretty big drops between each step.  I have a few guys on my tail but when I ask, no one wants to pass.  We finally get close to the bottom and have to pass over a massive bridge.  It’s a little bouncy but pretty cool to go over.  Then we get into town and have roughly one half mile on asphalt to the aid station in the city of Trient. 

I tried not to stay too long at this aid station, but apparently I stayed 19 minutes.  I think I was just trying to make sure I was fueled and good to go onto this next section.  I just had two more climbs and descents to do and I would be done with the race.  Just 28K (17.3 miles to go) and 6,000 feet of climbing and even more in descending.  How long could that take?!  That’s a question I didn’t want an answer for at that time.  In fact, I was so tired of racing at this point.  It's a little after 9PM at this aid station, so I finally use my phone and I e-mail Aleks and tell her, “I am so sick of this race. 2 more mountains to climb. 18 miles.  Hopefully done before 6am“.  She responds with a quick word and good luck.  I ask where Sky is, hoping that she’s still on the course because it is possible I she passed me when I was in Courmayeur and I never caught up with her.  Or she was behind me.  Aleks said, “She left Champex-lac at 20:41. She stayed there for almost an hour. Did you nap? I saw that you were there for 30 mins “.  No, I didn’t nap.  That was me eating, waiting on bathroom lines, and getting my neck, back, and feet taped up in medical aid.  After leaving the aid station, it soon turns into the trail and the steep climbing.  I’m still doing well passing people on the climbs.  This trail is steep and has many quick switchbacks.  After a little over an hour, I get near the top and am feeling great about getting there in under two hours.  The trail begins to slowly descend at a gradual grade.  I turn my headlamp off a few times, stop and stare up at the amazing amount of stars in the clear sky.  It was awesome.  However, the downhill section then began a series of negative feedback which while not leading to me getting hurt, or DNFing the race, really slowed me down and was physically and mentally destabilizing.  I was not out in the open.  It was more in the woods but still downhill and then steep.  The downhill section coming up looked ridiculous at night.  At some point, we cross back into France, although I didn't think of that at all.  There were tons of switchbacks but it seemed like there were these big flat rocks placed vertically on the trails and it made navigating this section so difficult.  I also figured since it took me a little over an hour to get to the top, it should take me 40 minutes to get down or even less.  This downhill seemed never ending.  At some point I saw a trail sign that said, “Vallorcine – 2h00”, so 2 hours before reaching Vallorcine, the city with the next aid station.  Well a trail sign that said 2 hours for slow hikers means maybe an hour or less for me running.  But I was running downhill slow and I’d already be going downhill for at least 10 minutes so how could I still be so far away?  This was a big mental blow.  The course widened out at some points but only to show me wet, muddy, flooded areas.  Then it started going steeply downhill again.  Finally, I was able to see some city lights but they were way down below and far out.  I just thought it would take another hour to get there.  The process continued until we finally exit from the trail but I notice I’m still rather high up.  We go around some abandoned building although I notice a big bag of fertilizer up there.  Then there were some more switchbacks to get us down lower and I’m able to hear some cowbells being rung by hand (not from being on a cow) and some cheering.  Then I get to a path that I can see finally leads me down to the town and aid station.  They had some big fires going outside the aid station.  After about the same amount of time to go down as it took to go up, even though the downhill distance was shorter and DOWNHILL, I’m exhausted but I go into the aid station in Vallorcine. 

Knowing that I have just one more climb to do, I try to settle myself down, make sure I get enough food, water and have some energy for this last climb.  I thought I knew what the climb would be like because I hiked up to the final aid station with Aleks and Sky the Wednesday before the race.  Although the hike we did from Vallorcine to La Flegere turned out to be the OCC (51K race course), we knew that we would just have to hike up a little higher and come down into the aid station according to the elevation profile.  So in my head, it would be a similar hike, just a bit longer.  No big deal.  At the aid station, I take a 5-hour energy and try some coffee.  Although unlike coffee already brewed at other aid stations, here they used instant Nescafe and the volunteer put about a tablespoon in a small cup and filled it 2/3rds with hot water.  It was pretty disgusting but I still drank about half of it.  Now it’s midnight.  I think I have hopefully no more than 5 hours left of the race to do (~11 miles) but hopefully much less than 5.  I have two bowls of soup and have bread to dip in the soup.  I look around and everyone is exhausted.  Before I get more exhausted myself, I e-mail Aleks again letting her know I’m at Vallorcine and then quickly head out before she has a chance to respond.  I walk along the flat course which seemed familiar but not exactly the same as the hike Aleks, Sky, and I did on Wednesday.  After about 15 minutes, I decide to put some gloves on because my hands were getting cold and I change the batteries in my headlamp to make sure I have good light for the final climb.   As I’m doing it some random person comes walking up to me holding a scanner and scans my bib.  This has happened a few times during the race where some person scans our race bib that isn’t at an official checkpoint.  I don’t know why they do it.  Maybe to make sure people aren’t cutting the course, though I’m not sure how that is possible with checkpoints at the top and bottom of mountain passes.  So I continue on the gradual incline and then flat section near the main road.  I’m then scanned again before I cross the road.  As I’m crossing the road, I look up and see where the runners ahead of me are climbing.  At this point, I curse and am knocked down a few steps mentally.  The section they are having us climb was a section that Aleks and I hiked on Monday, but we came down this part.  I knew pretty much what to expect and I wasn’t happy.  It is a very steep section of switchbacks.  Then it turns into rocky tundra terrain.  No use complaining about it though so I just keep cursing and moving forward.  I knew where we eventually had to go.  At least I thought I did. Once we get to the top, which is the La Tete Aux Vents, the course profile shows us descending a little into the final aid station, La Flegere.  So once we finally reach the La Tete Aux Vents, I see lights down below us to the left which I assume is the La Flegere chair lift and the aid station.  What is that saying about “assuming” things?  For whatever reason, we never head down that way.  We keep continuing on forward.  Down, up, straight on ridiculously technical (rocky) terrain.  At night, and being up for 40 hours or so (racing for over 33 hours) it was incredibly difficult to navigate.  And I had absolutely no idea how much further we had to go before reaching the aid station.  I couldn’t see or hear anything that looked like it in the distance.  I just kept seeing headlamps way out ahead.   This was demoralizing.  But what am I going to do?  I’m on basically a balcony of a mountain.  I did think that maybe I could put my warm clothes on, get out my survival blanket and take a nap until daylight?  But I honestly just wanted to be done with this race and section.  So we keep going.  For about 2-3 miles of this section before the aid station, I was following a British person and I had no intentions of passing him.  I could have but I was moving slower and slower and getting in worse shape so I just stuck with him as the company was good and we enjoyed complaining to each about how miserable this section was.  Then we started heading down some difficult rocky terrain.  At some points, because the rocks were slippery, we went down some using our butts instead of stepping or jumping down.  A few people passed us the last mile here as we were being more cautious.  Finally, I think I see the aid station.  The problem is that I see it is a couple hundred feet higher than where we are!  How did that happen when the profile looks like we should be descending into this aid station?  Well, it is what it is.  We climb the last few switchbacks into the aid station and I take a much needed seat.  La Flegere.  The final aid station.  Only 8K (5 miles) more to go.  

They had soup at this aid station but I didn’t want any.  They did have hot tea.  I had two cups.  The food choices though were very poor here.  Thankfully, they had those Rice Krispy Treat like bars.  I ate three of them.  Then I sat down and e-mailed Aleks, “Going to leave La Flegere now. Not sure how fast I will be. That last section absolutely destroyed me. I can't believe it was part of the race. Packing my stuff and leaving. Hope the terrain is quick”.   So that’s what I did.  At about 3:35AM on the second night of running, I got my stuff ready and headed out for the final 5 miles.  I recall a runner asking a volunteer in the aid station how far to the finish and she points to the sign that says 8K to Chamonix and she says it should take under an hour.  I laugh to myself saying I highly doubt I can do it in under.  I’ll be happy in under two hours!  So down I go.  And just as expected, it’s incredibly easy and fast terrain.  Like running on clouds.  Well, maybe not.  More gnarly terrain and switchbacks to navigate.  I’m hurting in a lot of places now.  Not muscular soreness.  I think things are just being overused like my left shin bothering me, that spot under my right knee (patellar tendinitis) that I got at mile 7ish, my feet are hurting, the blisters and chafing are hurting.  I’m heading down and down but I feel like I am not actually moving lower.  The town seems so far away.  And that may not even be Chamonix but a different one (Argentier?).  The only way to get the pain to stop though is to keep pressing forward.  Each step forward is one step closer to the finish.  Soon I’m done with the switchbacks and seem to be running on a more wide open trail heading in one direction at a gradual decline.  But I still don’t know how much more to go.  My watch died not long ago and I had no more charge left in my charger.  So I couldn’t tell how much further I had to go although it wouldn’t matter.  I have to keep going forward.  People have been passing me here and there.  I don’t really care.  I know I’m getting closer.  Finally I see an underpass to go through.  I hope this is what takes me out of the trail and onto the city streets.  It does!!!  But how far do I have to run before I get to the center and the finish line?  It doesn’t matter.  Just keep moving.  There are very few spectators out but there are still some people.  Whenever I pass them, they applaud and say good job or “Bravo”.  I very slowly keep moving at a jog that is probably not much faster than a walk but it’s still faster so I’m not walking.  Then I see Aleks!  I have no idea what I said here.  Probably something like “I can’t wait for this race to be over.  How far away is the finish line?!”  It wasn’t that far away but they really make us take the indirect way to get there.  Aleks says the finish is near the “Super U” market that we have gone to so many times.  But I can’t picture it in relation to where I am.  So I just follow the course barriers and markings and she runs with me.  She asks if I want her to run with me to the finish or get pictures of me finishing.  I tell her to get some pictures.  So she breaks off and takes a shortcut to the finish line.  I remember being here at 5AM on Thursday awaiting one of our housemates, Harald Zundel to finish his race, the TDS (119K).  There aren’t many spectators out cheering for runners as they are heading to the finish.  There are still some though and even though they are probably there to cheer on their friends, it’s great to hear them cheer for me as I’m coming in to the finish.  I wish I could tell you what was going through my head running down that final stretch into the finish line.  I really have no idea.  It was a huge range of emotions.  Most of which was relief.  Happiness that I’m done and do not have to go any further (except to pick up my drop bag and walk back to the house!).   Joy that I finished a race that I really thought prior to running it, that I had as good a chance as anyone out there to DNF (Did Not Finish).  Thrilled to be done in under 36 hours, something I kept in my head all race.  Unhappy that I wasn’t able to run faster the last 8K.  Not necessarily speed, but just so many things hurting.  Annoyed that I had the chafing issues and wondered if I could have finished many hours faster.  Just stunned at how tough that last climb was in the dark.  Most of all, as mentioned earlier, so happy to be finished. 

So after a couple pictures at the finish line, I walk 10 feet to pick up my finishers prizes, a very nice Polartec vest, a UTMB pin and sticker.  Wooohoo?!  Then I go to the food table to get some post-race recovery food.  They basically had similar things to what was at the aid stations.  However, they had some recovery drink that I took and also cans of Heineken, which Aleks made me take for a picture (and studies show beer is a good recovery drink so long as you aren’t dehydrated).   Then we go walk to bag-drop pickup.  The town is spookily quiet.  It’s about 5AM.  I go in to get my bag and speak to the Frenchman inside about the race and where I’m from.  He was telling me I have to do UTMF (Ultra Trail Mt. Fuji) in Japan next.  I was telling him that at this moment, the only race I want to do is the one to my bed.  After that, it was about a half-mile walk to the house.  I took my shoes off outside and somehow made it up the stairs inside.  I went to the bathroom to shower and when I took off all of my bandages, I was laughing at how bad everything looked.  My feet were a mess.  My left pinky toe had an enormous blister.  The top of my feet were so scraped and chafed it hurt just looking at them.  My back and neck looked bad and to top it off, my arms were sunburned because I forgot to sunblock them.  But overall, after 35+ hours of running, I think I looked fine.  I was awake and alive, so that’s a win.  I was expecting the shower to be more painful than the race but after the initial sting, I was fine. It sure felt incredible to clean up.   Then I brushed my teeth.  OUCH!!!!  35 hours of eating gels, gummies, energy/snack bars, sweets, and 20 hours of Pepsi are probably not what many dentists would recommend before brushing.  Some of my teeth were extremely sensitive and painful.  I was pretty sure I had at least two cavities (fast forward a week and I went to the dentist and just had some enamel worn away a bit but no cavities, yet).  Then I got dressed into some warm pajama clothes.  Aleks brought me some baguette bread with Nutella and cheese (surprisingly good combination) and my icepack and I iced, ate.  Then I stretched, and rolled and then I went to bed.  It was probably around 6-6:30AM.  My sleep was not so restful.  Because my body was on fire from the race, most movements hurt and woke me up.  Also, since I was so depleted on calories over the course of the race and my body still burning energy as if I’m running, I was hungry after 3 hours.  So at about 9:30AM, I got out of bed.  I hobbled downstairs to the kitchen to see Juerg and pretty much sat down at the kitchen table in a complete daze.  I may have been in this state more or less for a week after the race.  Still in disbelief that I did it and I think not sure what to do next.  In some ways, I just need to fully soak in the accomplishment.  Or focus on something else.  Eric came up and Aleks came down and we were then tracking Sky, who was still on course.  After breakfast, we went out to watch other runners come in while we waited for Sky.  She probably still had another hour to make it so we split up.  Juerg and Eric went to a cafĂ© near the finish while Aleks stayed out cheering and I went inside the dining hall for the athletes to get my finishers banquet meal.  It was much needed and a fantastic meal.   I go back outside and relax on      a makeshift concrete bench next to Aleks and cheer for all the runners coming by.  After a while, Aleks sees Sky coming!  So I call Juerg and Eric and let them know.  Then I hobble / run along with Sky and Aleks and then split away to the finish and await her longer run around before she reaches the finish.  After she crosses, gets some pictures and receives her finisher awards, we take some nice finishing pictures together.  

American Rory Bosio finishing in 23:23 and 14th place overall
Sky finishing UTMB

I did not really catch up on sleep on the days following the race.  I slept a good 8 hours on Sunday night but had to get up for the shuttle to the airport early enough.  I didn't sleep on the plane because I was watching good movies.  I got about 8 hours sleep into Tuesday but actually woke up well before my alarm and walked to work.   That entire week though I felt pretty sluggish and a few people said I appeared “out of it”, in somewhat of a daze.  I’m sure some of it was the overall mental and physical tiredness from the race.  Some was probably attributable to finishing that race and just being in a state of strange happiness of accomplishment and disbelief.  And finally, some may be just what do I do next?  That Friday night following the race I went to bed at 9PM.  Saturday, 9:30PM.  I cheered on Keila Merino as she couldn’t sleep in like I was doing because she was tackling (and completed) the last leg of the Grand Slam up in the Wasatch Mountains.   As for all the race pains, the chafing, the tendinitis in my right patella, etc.  The blisters drained and the chafing went away quickly with the application of A&D ointment.  My knee though has persisted.  I ran Saturday in humid weather and I felt it a little during the run but more so after the run.  So I took another week off.  I tested running Friday, 2 weeks after the start of UTMB and it felt much better.  I ran again Sunday just 6 miles mostly on the gravel bridal path and it felt ok.  So now what?  Well, I’m still in a state of disbelief.  But I have some goals that I may want to give a go sooner rather than later.  There is a 100-miler in October (Tesla Hertz 100) local to me (Long Island) that I may go for a Personal Best in, maybe sub-19 hours, although it’s 104 miles because it is 10x 10.4 mile loops.  I also want to break 5 hours on the Knickerbocker 60K in Central Park.  For me to enter into either of those races, will be a game-time decision based on the weather forecast.  Looking into next year, I will enter the Western States and HardRock lotteries.  If I get denied from both, I may run Massanutten 100 since I have guaranteed entry from being at the top of this year’s wait list, and completion would give me an entry into the 2016 Western States lottery and 2017 Hardrock lottery. 

The UTMB trip was an unbelievable success.  In the two weeks since the race I wonder if I could have gone faster if I didn't have the chafing issues.  But the fact remains that when you sign up to run UTMB, the odds are the weather will be a major factor in your race. So yes, the 4.5 or so hours of rain to start the race impacted my performance.  The trip to Chamonix was one I will never forget and the experience running UTMB will give me more strength to pull from in future races and great memories of perseverance to accomplish some silly race goals.  But it certainly could have been worse.  However, regardless of how my race turned out, I met and got to know some incredible people during the trip and had fun sharing the adventure with them.