My involvement in ultra events during the last few years has introduced me to a unique breed of athlete. Typical ultra marathon fields, much like the bulk of the participants in local 5K, are not wiry and intense and seemingly malnourished. The typical ultra marathoner who might finish mid-pack in a 5K, however, is much more likely to beat the thoroughbreds in the long run. Reminiscent of the tortoise and the hare, the often thicker and older ultra runner is often more willing to simply plod along early and remain steady and obstinate in the face of the late-race suffering to hold on for a fine and respectable finish. Meanwhile, the speedster has a much greater likelihood of dropping out after their bold and risky early pace causes a dramatic crash or a race-ending injury.
Ken Chlubber of the Leadville Trail races first told me this in July of 2007. I had stopped by the LT shop when I was in town for the LT100 Training Camp. Ken's insight into the psyche of ultra runners allowed him to size me up within minutes. He asked about my endurance background and my ultra experience. Then he warned me that I fell dead center in the group of runners most likely to DNF the LT100. He told me to focus on hiking up and down the nearby mountains during my preparation. I told him that I had decided to enter the race after easily climbing both Mt. Massive and Mt. Elbert in one morning by climbing fast and running down. I also related how I planned to climb several of the 14ers, but he seemed concerned that those climbs would not be enough. He also warned me that it would be difficult to return from Indiana and be successful at the extreme altitudes presented by the LT100, especially if I went out too fast and put my body in a hole in the first few hours.
Over the next two days I ran with the lead pack of runners during the training camp. These were experienced, successful. and tough runners. And I hung right in there with them as we ran most of the LT100 course, including a double crossing of the 12,600-ft Hope Pass. And so I gained a lot of (false) confidence. Ken knew a lot about ultra runners, but he did not know me!
When I flew in for the mid-August race I bore even more confidence. I had just finished ten weeks of running an average of 80 miles per week while running only 3-4 days each week. I had logged more miles during those 10 weeks than I had during the entirety any of the previous 20 years. I was fit and strong and ready to finish my first 100 mile event. I ran comfortably along during the first 38 miles, constantly picking up places.
Unfortunately, while my leg was locked out, my right heel crashed hard on a stone while descending the steep and rocky road leading into the Twin Lakes Aid Station at 39.5 miles. It hurt a lot at the time, but I had forgotten about it by the time I left Twin Lakes. The climb from 9200 ft to 12,600 ft Hope Pass went as planned. It hurt! I power hiked more than half of it with a HR of about 145, which is the HR I have while running 6:40 pace on the roads.
I remembered the jammed knee as soon as I began descending the back side of Hope Pass. This winding and extremely steep trail drops about 3000 feet in three miles. It is brutal. I had descended it twice in training in 24 and 25 minutes while flying on the edge of control and using my hands on trees to keep me on the trail. During the race I could not run down Hope at all due to a sharp pain in my right knee. Once on the 3-mile gravel road that gently climbed to the turn around, I was able to go back to running. I passed many of the runners who had passed me while I walked down (ironically) the back side of Hope.
The knee continued to get worse, with the swelling becoming apparent as I was forced to walk back down that shallow road. Walking where I was supposed to be running caused a lot of frustration. Back at Twin Lakes (61.5 miles) I ate well, drank well, gathered my night gear for the coming darkness, and took two ibuprofen. Stopping had not entered my mind.
In the darkness that came as I was approaching Half Moon Rd. I regained the ability to run up and down. The ibuprofen was working. Then, near the tree line, with about a marathon to go, I was forced to walk again. I struggled to keep up with a group of runners by alternating shuffling and walking with a very stiff right leg. I hobbled into the pole barn-turned-aid station a little more than 19 hours after I started the LT100 with intentions of still breaking 25 hours.
When I reached the Fish Hatchery, I went through the normal motions. I ate hot soup and drank fluid. I was tired and sore, but I was nowhere near finished. Or so I thought. "That knee does not look good," said a paramedic. Looking at it for the first time in hours, I didn't recognize it as my own. My normally knobby knee was hidden within what the doctor guessed was 250-300 cc (mL) of fluid. It was as large as my quad.
"You want me to wrap it for you to push that fluid out and give it some room to move?"
"Yeah, sure."
After the wrapping I stood up and lost my breath.
"You sure you want to try to climb Sugarloaf on that?"
"Yeah."
I walked to the edge of the pole barn before remembering my second shirt. As I turned to get it I felt a pop in the knee and a sharp pain shot through my body.
When I woke up and my mind cleared a bit there were several people standing around me. My wristband was gone. I had been "cut" out of the race. Damn.
That was a defining moment in my life. I doubt that I would have entered another ultra in my life. If I had finished the LT100 that year I would have stuck with running road miles and hiking on trails. If I had finished the LT100 that year I would not have reached the point where I absolutely have to run on trails. I would not have gained the tranquility of early morning trail runs in snow, sweltering heat, blustery winds, and lots of mud.
I would not know of the many deer, foxes, turtles, and wild turkeys that move gingerly through the nearby forest at dawn. I would not have found the Canal Loop in Land Between the Lakes in Kentucky. I would not have been able to travel nearly as many miles in the mountains of Colorado, Tennessee, and North Carolina. And I certainly would not have realized the synergism of combining my loves of running and nature.
Lastly, without that painful LT100 failure, I would not have found the ultra runner within me.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
A Train Wreck!
It has certainly been a tough month for me! I have written about the virus I caught that kept me in bed with a high (103+) fever for most of a week. And I also told of the hilly half I put myself through immediately after I lost the fever. I was fine for a few days. Then I enjoyed a great run that included a lot of pace work on Tuesday March 1, which I followed immediately with a 13.1-mile (30 min) ride that stunned me after missing six months of cycling due to nerve damage in my right shoulder. All seemed good. Everything looked rosy for some fine spring training.
Within hours of the ride, however, I became feverish again. By the next morning it was back over 103. I ended up going to the doctor on Thursday and I was declared virus free. A bacterial infection was getting the better of me this time, so I received a z-pack antibiotic. The fever broke in the early morning hours of Friday March 4, so I went back to school (scene of crimes where germs run amok!).
By Friday night the fever was returning and it was accompanied by some awful intestinal sidekicks. On Saturday morning the glands in my neck were the size of large marbles, my tongue was swollen, and the fever was nearly back to 103. So I called the doctor and he switched me to another antibiotic. That was the first time in my life that I had a bad reaction to a drug. Unfortunately, it was a slow release antibiotic, so I had to deal with all of those side effects until Wednesday. By that time I was dealing with a cough that threatened to split my chest and abdomen.
Needless to say, I have not done a lot of training in the last three weeks. Sixteen miles in 19 days. So, when I saw that the weather was going to be so nice on Saturday, I decided to take in Nashville by following through on my entry into the Tom King Half Marathon. Honestly, I was curious how far my body had fallen during my time of infirmary. I promised myself that I would go out easy and back down if I felt unduly fatigued. I was going to enjoy a course, a race, and a brewery (Big River) that I have grown fond of.
I ran the first five miles in 30:02 and felt fine - as I had hoped, since this was 15 seconds per mile slower than I had originally intended to average under race conditions. I then ran a couple of 6:15s into the wind to pass through 7 miles in 42:30 (6:04 average). It was then that I started to fatigue. So I shut it down to my normal 6:4x training pace and finished up in about 1:23:30. Interestingly enough, no one passed me and those in front of me barely pulled away after I decided to slow down. I guess the headwind was having an effect.
In retrospect, the Tom King turned out to be very similar to the hilly 13.1 I ran a few weeks ago in training (1:24). Some people will criticize me for running after the illness. That is their prerogative. The doctor told me that I could start running 24 hours after the fever disappeared. It had been gone since Sunday. My only reservation to running on Saturday was the diarrhea that plagued me all week as the z-pack's damage continued to ravage my intestines. Five urgent trips to the john before the race and another near mile 10 kept me busy and probably resulted in some of that fatigue, but I am glad I made the trip. It was nice to run in the sunshine at 62 degrees and the pizza and beer were welcome stomach inhabitants after a week avoiding food. (I did consume a lot of yogurt and probiotic capsules!)
In closing I will write that I have read my stat report and see that this blog is getting 2-3 dozen hits every day. That is great! I also noticed that the traffic picked up after I started posting my training. I'm not sure why that is, because other than a few friends who text or call me about the posts, I've gotten little interaction from readers. Shy readers? Lurkers? I don't know and I don't really care. This blog is meant to entertain and inspire readers while allowing me to practice writing. I will continue to write about my traveling (mountains next week!!) and racing, but I plan to change the way I write about my training.
Take care and may you stay healthier and faster than me! ST
Within hours of the ride, however, I became feverish again. By the next morning it was back over 103. I ended up going to the doctor on Thursday and I was declared virus free. A bacterial infection was getting the better of me this time, so I received a z-pack antibiotic. The fever broke in the early morning hours of Friday March 4, so I went back to school (scene of crimes where germs run amok!).
By Friday night the fever was returning and it was accompanied by some awful intestinal sidekicks. On Saturday morning the glands in my neck were the size of large marbles, my tongue was swollen, and the fever was nearly back to 103. So I called the doctor and he switched me to another antibiotic. That was the first time in my life that I had a bad reaction to a drug. Unfortunately, it was a slow release antibiotic, so I had to deal with all of those side effects until Wednesday. By that time I was dealing with a cough that threatened to split my chest and abdomen.
Needless to say, I have not done a lot of training in the last three weeks. Sixteen miles in 19 days. So, when I saw that the weather was going to be so nice on Saturday, I decided to take in Nashville by following through on my entry into the Tom King Half Marathon. Honestly, I was curious how far my body had fallen during my time of infirmary. I promised myself that I would go out easy and back down if I felt unduly fatigued. I was going to enjoy a course, a race, and a brewery (Big River) that I have grown fond of.
I ran the first five miles in 30:02 and felt fine - as I had hoped, since this was 15 seconds per mile slower than I had originally intended to average under race conditions. I then ran a couple of 6:15s into the wind to pass through 7 miles in 42:30 (6:04 average). It was then that I started to fatigue. So I shut it down to my normal 6:4x training pace and finished up in about 1:23:30. Interestingly enough, no one passed me and those in front of me barely pulled away after I decided to slow down. I guess the headwind was having an effect.
In retrospect, the Tom King turned out to be very similar to the hilly 13.1 I ran a few weeks ago in training (1:24). Some people will criticize me for running after the illness. That is their prerogative. The doctor told me that I could start running 24 hours after the fever disappeared. It had been gone since Sunday. My only reservation to running on Saturday was the diarrhea that plagued me all week as the z-pack's damage continued to ravage my intestines. Five urgent trips to the john before the race and another near mile 10 kept me busy and probably resulted in some of that fatigue, but I am glad I made the trip. It was nice to run in the sunshine at 62 degrees and the pizza and beer were welcome stomach inhabitants after a week avoiding food. (I did consume a lot of yogurt and probiotic capsules!)
In closing I will write that I have read my stat report and see that this blog is getting 2-3 dozen hits every day. That is great! I also noticed that the traffic picked up after I started posting my training. I'm not sure why that is, because other than a few friends who text or call me about the posts, I've gotten little interaction from readers. Shy readers? Lurkers? I don't know and I don't really care. This blog is meant to entertain and inspire readers while allowing me to practice writing. I will continue to write about my traveling (mountains next week!!) and racing, but I plan to change the way I write about my training.
Take care and may you stay healthier and faster than me! ST
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Weekly Recap Feb. 20-26 The Flu Bug Bites
Friday 2-25
6 - 40:30 Yes, you read that right. Sigh. It is Friday and I almost enjoyed my first run in nearly a week. The flu bug that was being carried into school day after day finally caught up with me. And what a wicked little bug is was. It kept my temperature above 103 for almost three days while imposing a vision-impairing headache. Catching bacterial and viral infections is a primary health drawback for teachers, especially teachers at schools like mine where the students insist on coming to school while they are sick. Oh, well.
This a.m. run went well until I looked at my split after one mile. 7:08 Really!? It certainly felt faster. As I normally do in such instances, I set my battle lines and picked up the pace a little. The ambiance of this morning run around the near empty USI campus was as peaceful as normal. The strain and effort of the run went mostly ignored until I looked at the watch after finishing. As expected the HR was too high. Battling a bug, and the sedentary life that accompanies that fight, results in a significant curtailment of energy available for running.
The fever returned by early afternoon, so I ended up in bed for more than 12 hours.
Saturday 2-26
13 - 1:24:01 All of that rest seemed to help a lot. I still waited until late in the afternoon to run, though. I was prepared to turn around within the first mile, but I was also hopeful that I would be able to complete a long run. My highest ambition was to squeeze in some pace work in the second half of the run. Goal accomplished.
Running long and running hard meant that I risked another night with a fever. I chose to take that risk. Because it is now Sunday afternoon and the fever has not returned, I am glad I took the risk. That long/fast run took a lot out of me - more than it should have. But I did not fall ill again. Looking forward to a full week of running.
Weekly Total: 19 Miles (2:04:31)
6 - 40:30 Yes, you read that right. Sigh. It is Friday and I almost enjoyed my first run in nearly a week. The flu bug that was being carried into school day after day finally caught up with me. And what a wicked little bug is was. It kept my temperature above 103 for almost three days while imposing a vision-impairing headache. Catching bacterial and viral infections is a primary health drawback for teachers, especially teachers at schools like mine where the students insist on coming to school while they are sick. Oh, well.
This a.m. run went well until I looked at my split after one mile. 7:08 Really!? It certainly felt faster. As I normally do in such instances, I set my battle lines and picked up the pace a little. The ambiance of this morning run around the near empty USI campus was as peaceful as normal. The strain and effort of the run went mostly ignored until I looked at the watch after finishing. As expected the HR was too high. Battling a bug, and the sedentary life that accompanies that fight, results in a significant curtailment of energy available for running.
The fever returned by early afternoon, so I ended up in bed for more than 12 hours.
Saturday 2-26
13 - 1:24:01 All of that rest seemed to help a lot. I still waited until late in the afternoon to run, though. I was prepared to turn around within the first mile, but I was also hopeful that I would be able to complete a long run. My highest ambition was to squeeze in some pace work in the second half of the run. Goal accomplished.
Running long and running hard meant that I risked another night with a fever. I chose to take that risk. Because it is now Sunday afternoon and the fever has not returned, I am glad I took the risk. That long/fast run took a lot out of me - more than it should have. But I did not fall ill again. Looking forward to a full week of running.
Weekly Total: 19 Miles (2:04:31)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)