Long post warning, no really, it's long. This is my race report and emotional vomit, doesn't have super specific time splits, if you really want those you can find them on ultralive.net. I will post a gear post for this race separately next week since I did have that go really well for me.
We are national park buffs, so we took the opportunity to visit one on our way to Western. Yosemite was amazing as advertised! Super great waterfalls, mountains, views, our favorite being on the drive into the valley when you get your first site of Half Dome through the canyon walls. Lots of oooh and ahhh moments, and my sweet husband was so giddy over it. We went on a steep hot hike with the kids that was good heat time for me, they didn't love that one so much though. Visitor center time which I love with kids because they love to learn all about the parks. We rode the shuttles around a bit and played at camp one day when my husband went on a 25 mile fly fishing fast pack run across the park. Saw two bears within 1/4 mile of our camp site too.
After dropping them off it was off to the pre-race meeting. I usually love these and I did this one too, but it was way over crowded and hot and while I didn't mind terribly sitting on the floor, I did mind the people standing in front of us the whole time. Really didn't see anything, oh well. The buzz was good though and I was happy to know now that at 3:00, my day could quiet down. We had an early dinner, a little pre-race hot tub with my 8year old, and I'd like to say I got to bed at a reasonable hour, but well, I did ok :)
R a c e D a y
|And finish in 10th place (I would consider it a win for me). |
That was a big, important goal to me, and one I didn't share with many people.
At one point around the 2nd aid station we came upon a woman handing her pack off to a volunteer (like 1/2 mile from the aid station at least) which we wondered about but as we got closer I had this feeling it was Magda Boulet, and it was. So sad to see her there with such a sad look on her face. I don't know entirely what happened but she dropped from the race.
Canice and I also took note of the dust. Wow was there a lot! For many many miles too. We'd be reasonably far back from the next person but it was still there. My contacts didn't love it but by Robinson is was gone.
Physically to this point, my back was quite sore Thursday and Friday before the race, perfect timing I know, and from about mile 4-24. Like that backache that makes you want to stand up and straighten or arch your back. I was thankful to hold off on my first dose of ibuprofen till 6 hours in and that seemed to make the backache go away and it wouldn't return for the rest of the race. I had one good ankle "stretch" before we ran into Dom and Paul at Duncan Canyon but thankfully I walked it off after a minute or two. The ankle I worried about in the months leading into the race would thankfully not be a problem at all.
ice bandana from Howard Nippert that I had picked up from Dom and Paul a few hours earlier which they had all ready to go and tied right on me. Seriously no bounce, kept me cold and wet for hours and hours before getting a new one from crew. LIFE SAVER. Buy one, support team USA ultrarunning. I also picked up a small handheld flask from Nathan I won as part of the Ultrarunning race series. It would always hold water to wet the top of my head with and was super easy to carry.
Anyway, I feel like this this was my first experience with the magic of the aid stations at Western. I ran in and several volunteers met just me there. They took my pack and asked what I needed. I told them I needed my pack filled and to find my crew. The lady sent me off to find them and when I said I didn't have my pack back yet she assured me she would come find me. And she did a minute of two later about 50 yards down the trail with my family. Amazing! And every single aid station was that same quality. No one ever sitting and just looking at me, always up and helping from the second I arrived and always enthusiastic! So good!! I kissed the family and headed out.
Somewhere out there, maybe Dusty Corners? I found out I was 16th or 18th woman. That was great, better than I thought and helped to keep me going. I was also back on track time goal wise. I passed one woman shortly after that but that is all I would see for hours. For Western being such a big race, it for me was very very quiet out on the course after Robinson. I didn't run along side anyone or have a conversation with anyone besides aid stations for 30 miles. A few passes and hellos, but no side by side running or anyone close enough for conversation.
Vfuel Cherry Cola drink mix in my pack now as I was hoping to keep my stomach happy in the heat, hands full of a grape popscicle, flask of coke, Vfuel gel packet in my mouth. This was a good time, good memory.
My first low would come next, starting a few miles before Michigan Bluff, just after halfway. I don't remember exactly what, just kind of that off feeling. I kept up on my calories, took some First Endurance Pre-race and got my ipod out for the first time. Got it going as quick as I could so I'd keep moving forward and with music on and a mind still strong enough to say "we're ok, we got this, lows happen, take care of yourself and be patient" I moved forward. Until 2.5 min later when the music stopped. Literally. My ipod turned off. Weird. So I turned it back on and kept going. 2.5 min later it turned off again. Great. It has done this before, goes into some mode I do not know how to turn off. Super frustrating. I'm not a runner that can't exist without music, but right now I needed it. So it turned into running until it turned off then quickly turning it back on while walking or running if it was smooth around me. Not ideal but I made do.
I arrived a tad grumpy into Michigan Bluff (55.7), but mostly just that feeling of I don't know what I want when presented all kind of food options. Nothing sounded great. It can be hard when that happens since you know you have to keep the calories going. I tried to get out of there quick feeling a little better, stopped to pet a dog cause that's what I do, and carried on down and up the quiet barren dirt roads. Great to get to Bath Road where I was kind of hoping someone would meet me and run in, and no one was there and Bath Road itself was much quieter than I expected, but it's ok. I was running now because I knew I needed to when possible, it felt good, and I wanted to make my time goal. I passed Scott Wolf on his way down who looked at me and said I could make top 10 if I kept that pace up. I appreciated that a lot. Feeling the day a bit, but excited for the race to really begin, I ran quick and easy into Foresthill(62), right on time and right in the female position I wanted to be in.
It felt good to run down the iconic Foresthill road lined with crews and spectators but I did find it humorous that Zach got more cheers than I did, he's kind of a big deal ;) We chatted casually about how the men's race was going since I had heard nothing all day, and thanks to the wonders of modern technology, he could follow the race from his phone. I was super excited to hear how well my male teammates were doing. He asked if I wanted to hear about the women's race and I said yes. I wasn't overly anxious about things right now and I also had heard nothing about our race either. There were surprising standings to me with excitement for some of the women and sadness for others I knew must not be doing well. He told me I was only 20-30 min back from 11-14th or so place and who was in it, and that was intreaging! While it gave me a little bit of excitement that my goal of 10th was in reach, the pain in my leg started squelching that.
Back in April I ran a local fun run trail marathon. Lots of climbing and descending, but nothing I hadn't done before for sure. I felt great during it but my legs were so smashed afterward for at least a week, which is longer than normal for me, that it surprised me. I noticed one particular spot about 2-3inches long, 1inch wide on my upper left quad that would continue to be sore. My awesome massage therapist Heber would work on it along with my rolling and Tissue Rejuvenator pills I take and it would go away for weeks at a time, but with lots of work or intensity it would come back here and there. Nothing to ever concern me really, certainly no limp or training adjustment needed, it was just a sore spot. I hadn't felt it in a month leading into Western so it honestly didn't even cross my mind as a potential problem. I hadn't thought about it at all. But I figured this pain was that. Some ultimately unhealed strain or tear that didn't appreciate Western States 100 like I did.
I remember a few miles out of Robinson, so maybe say mile 34, I felt my quads for the first time that day, but I was calm about it and knew I was strong and while yes there was plenty of race in front of me, I was being smart and it was normal to expect to feel the body 34 miles into a run. Certainly didn't feel like blown out or worn down quads, just noticed them. I recall laying my ice bandana on this painful spot on my leg somewhere around Michigan bluff (55), but I was still managing ok. Don't remember if I said anything to the crew in Foresthill about it, probably trying to stay positive, but by mile 65 my hands were the opposite of a fist, they were fingers out stretched, locked out in pain at any downhill. I told Zach and we decided to try some biofreeze gel I had in my pack when we got into Cal-1(Dardanelles). And so we did but it didn't do anything. I was kind of grumpy by this point, possibly neglecting full calorie intake and I know I was getting sensory annoyed by anything on me. I had Zach stuff my bandana, hat, even headphones into the back of my pack because I just couldn't handle anything touching me. Weird. I felt like these 5mile mile apart aid stations were taking forever which is kind of sad. My pace was ok, but not great, just tried to keep running on this part I was so excited before the race to run my heart out on. It's a lot of downhill though, and that sure hurt a lot.
A few miles from the river we heard a woman's voice behind us and let them pass. It was not only a female pacer but racer too. One that we knew was in front of us. What the what? We must have passed her at an aid station somehow although these aid stations between Foresthill and the river are very small. Anyway, she passed and it was exciting for a second to know I was ahead of her, but then sad to see them trotting on like nothing while I was walking more and more out of pain. And then with headlamps on, we ran into my friend and teammate Nicole and that really worried and baffled me. She should have been hours in front of me! In very stammered speech and wobbling side to side she said she'd fainted several times and was just trying to get to the river. It was not good. The first responder and new nurse in me said we couldn't leave her, but Zach reminded me she had a pacer (and a man at that that could carry her if needed) and that we were close to the river. She ended up making it in fine and dropping there and I'm just glad she's ok.
I was looking and listening around for signs of the river crossing for a mental boost. I was looking forward to crossing Ruck-a-Chucky(78) more than anything leading up to the race. I wasn't feeling great or excited about anything at this point, but Zach and I had hoped this would be good and help.
We arrived 30 min off my goal split (which isn't terrible, but we had been right on only 16 mostly downhill miles earlier). I was thankful to see my husband and kids down there and took a few minutes to get the things together I needed for the other side of the river. I knew I wasn't quitting, but I gave my husband a big hug and asked for the same in return and not a get me out of there pep talk. I cried to him that 'this wasn't fun, I didn't want to finish this. I wasn't going to quit but please just take me with you.' He's heard this plea in races before and I feel bad he has to deal with that because I'm sure it's not easy to see someone you love like that, suffering, doing something that is hard, and frankly, is optional, yet being loving and also pushing them on. I had taken too long there and it was time to get going. So they strapped Zach and I into life jackets and glow necklaces and sent us down the trail.
I probably ruined it for myself, but the river crossing was the real start of my race going very much not as planned. It was kind of a let down. I never envisioned myself crossing it at night, the water was cold, not welcoming, and the volunteers there weren't as loving, they were bossy. Bossy was appropriate though because this was not an easy crossing. The current wasn't bad, but there were so many big rocks, some pointy to deal with. They had a smart idea of sinking glowsticks near the worse ones, but there was just so much tip toeing through there from shin deep, to watching your shins hopefully not get ripped open, to waist deep. And it was cold, and I don't like being cold. Once across I waved bye a little emotionally to my family and took too much time getting dry stuff on and out of there. I was procrastinating.
The hike to Green Gate felt so long, and it's only 2 miles. The pain was starting to creep into the flats and the ups now and was still so much pain going down. I thought strongly of dropping at Green Gate, but Zach sneakily said it would be an easier ride out the next aid station, Auburn Lakes ;) Which with this pain at 20:00min/mi pace at best and over 5 miles away would 'only' take us almost 2 more hours. Ugh. We got there, Auburn Lakes(85), I sat down on a cot since I figured I'd get to end my race there from pain, and embarrassment of how my race was ending and Zach kindly went off to get me soup and ask them and every other aid station for any icy hot or anything like that. A medical guy came over to me and man, just wasn't about to let me quit and continued asking what they could do for me.
Tip for people supporting a woman in labor - don't ask her a million questions. Same goes for 70 miles into an ultramarathon. But I appreciate his support. Since apparently we weren't quitting, and I think I said it that way to Zach since no one was respecting that emotional wish, we got up and walked out. For about 10 feet and stopped. I was so frozen just then in indecision. I felt like if we left the aid station, even though it was only 15 miles to the finish it meant I had to go all the way. Yeah I wanted to finish, but at that moment in my state, I wasn't passionate about it. I was embarrassed by how things were going, how I wouldn't be anywhere near my goals, and after being mentioned by iRunFar as a top 10 contender. I wondered if DNFing would look better than the finish I knew would result if we kept going. *I'm going to stop anyone right here from any misunderstanding. I respect anyone and everyone's goals, they belong to the individual, and for many, it is simply to finish. That wasn't the case for me. Going into this race, a finish was obvious to me, it was the much bigger goals I set for myself that were my focus. I don't want to belittle anyone's finish of any time, but for me, my goals meant more than 'just finishing'.*
Back to the story - frozen in anxiety and debate over whether to walk back in to the aid and call it, or to keep trudging on in our slow, dark pace, mind you around 1am now. We honestly stood there for at least 10 minutes just thinking and me talking out loud. Zach was a wonderful pacer who was very neutral and supportive and made me feel heard and cared about, but wasn't making my decisions. I felt terrible for making this world class ultrarunner walk the entire night with me, but ultimately, I just couldn't come up with a good enough excuse to tell my kids when I got a ride back to the finish instead of crossing it on my own. I was so past my goals and still had 5 hours to walk, but could I really show them it's ok to give up if things aren't going your way? You bet I had an injury, a strain that I'm confident was now a tear. But I was not signed up for anything after this, on purpose. All my eggs were in this basket so that I could give this race everything and come home smashed. This was not the smashed I imagined, but I couldn't use the "I could make it worse if I keep going" excuse. There was no reason I couldn't rehab when I got home and it wasn't so bad I was risking my safety or life. The other big reason for continuing was respect for the race and those who have wanted to race but haven't had their chance yet. I was given a chance to race and experience Western States. It didn't seem right of me to quit, even in my circumstances when there were so many people out there who would love to be there. And the pettiest reason I had to keep going? I really wanted to be able to wear the new Western States shirt I bought the day before :) Now don't think I got all hero like and ran out of there, I didn't. But I somewhat grumpily trudged on, questioning myself every minute or two for a while.
I wasn't a happy person in Brown's Bar (89.9). Their aid station was cool, lots of Christmas lights strung about and loud music playing, but I was a grump. Didn't want anything to eat because nothing sounded good (and probably got snappy when they kept asking if this or that sounded good, as a good volunteer would). All I could tell them was I wanted a finish line, for this to be over. We were out of there pretty quick and the only thing I took, against their advice, was enough extra strength Tylenol to max me out for the day, earlier than I should have based on my first dose. I was also maxed out on ibuprofen for a 24 hour period, and had a pain patch on my leg, but none of it helped. Leaving Brown's Bar for Hwy 49 we saw an opossum and owl and scorpion. Grateful I was reasonable enough to take notice of them. It was a teeny bit comforting to know there was 10 miles left, but 10 miles at our pace still meant more than 3 hours to go. It would leave me sad when a couple women passed us, that was hard. Absolutely no disrespect to these women, but they were ladies I had seen earlier in the day I knew I would finish ahead of. But they were smart and physically intact and were running well. And I'm happy for them. Then came Tommy and Kenzie blowing by us which was amazing. I feared Tommy might not finish, and figured he'd at least be in the late 20's, and yet here he was truly running down the trail. I wished them well although I'm not sure they realized it was me. Then Canice and Dom passed us and didn't recognize me till I wished them well. Dom looked crushed to see me there and told me to run with them but that wasn't going to happen. Canice had such determination in his stride. It wasn't a long open beautiful powerful stride, but it was a determined and focused one. I am so happy to say that they made our goal of sub 24, against many odds. Way to go guys!
Finally into Hwy 49 (93.5) and we had a decision to make. If we could maintain a very fast walk and stop at no more aid stations we might be able to break 24. I debated a little but just really didn't believe it was possible, and more importantly, with my race and mind shot to crap, I didn't want to be pushed and hustled another couple hours in pain to possibly not break 24. The sliver buckle wasn't a big deal to me at this point, my goals were much bigger to me than the color of the buckle.
As funny as this will seem, I always wanted to experience a nap on a cot in an aid station, something I couldn't do as a front runner, and so I made our decision. I was going to finish, but we were going to not kill ourselves doing it. So at mile 93.5 I laid down and told them to wake me up in 22 minutes no questions asked. I would get up and go I assured them. I do really well with 20 min naps at home and give myself that 2 min to fall asleep so that's what we did. Unfortunately for someone sleeping, that is a very noisy and lit aid station and it sounded like everyone there stood right over me the whole 20 min. I got maybe 5 min of sleep. Ugh. I was in better spirits though.
So with a tad more relaxed attitude we trecked up to the trails above and eventually down to No Hands Bridge. It was long and painful, but I think I've already said that a million times. About a mile from No Hands I got super sleepy eyes, like literally cannot keep them open. I HATE that. So what did I do? I took another nap :) We got into No Hands aid station and told them quickly I was going to lay down for 10 minutes this time. Zach actually supported the idea because by the time I got up and left it would probably be twilight and that might help. And you know what? I slept that whole 10 minutes, the sleepy eyes were gone, and we could turn our headlamps off with the wide bridge and dirt road ahead. Isn't it a neat place? I knew I had been in a bad place mentally for 10 or so hours now. Some was unavoidable and some unfortunately I held onto. I felt guilty and really wanted to try to take in some of the things that are so iconic to this race, and No Hands was one of them to me.
I didn't really feel the energy of Western States in those final miles from Robie unfortunately. Just a quiet ending to our night. It was probably the embarrassment of my race ending so much slower than my goals on such a big stage and getting ready to see those who knew me and could expect more from me. I think also, I just never visualized during all of my training a finish in the light and I don't know whether I should have, because I believe firmly in picturing yourself achieving what you want, but it may have taken from some of my experience then.
It was ironic that the night before the race I was chatting with Craig, the RD who mentioned that there's this big lul in spectators and even finishers from 24 hours to about 27 hours, and guess where I was finishing? Right in the middle of that. The track was quiet and I was sad and I didn't have that magical experience on the track I read of and watched so many videos of. It was just another race over with. (thankful for my family there of course)
25:03, 19th woman. 4 hours behind 10th place which was my goal and I believe I could have achieved. I was sad, let down, angry, frustrated and yes, embarrassed that on the biggest stage in ultrarunning for me, I had a finish like this. Why did it have to happen at this race?
I crawled in our tent and slept for an hour maybe but it was hot, my hats off to those behind me who endured a second day of heat. We humorously cleaned up as well as we could in the plastic wading pools for foot soaking and drove 10 minutes to a 9am LDS church for sacrament meeting. Packed our little finish line tent area up and headed to awards which were nice. Talked with lots of friends, congratulated them and tried to figure out how to answer when they kindly asked about my race. I didn't want to sound ungrateful for the chance to race Western. I didn't want to sound like a whiner being so sad and disappointed with a 25 hour finish, but if you didn't understand my goals and all I worked for for months, with a family, through nursing school, you didn't understand. This was not any other race and I was not there to simply finish.
The drive home was long and uncomfortable but I was with my funny and supportive family which is most important. I came to the reality that I do not have to race 100's. They are hard, a lot of suffering, and not a whole lot of fun to me honestly. 100k is a really great distance and it is totally fine to 'only' go that far. I got to catch up on FB and IG and all the wonderful sweet messages left that helped to soften the blow some.
|Made me cry when we got home. I didn't know who left this at the time, but it meant a lot to me.|
I am proud of the way I handled the heat. I owned it! It may not have been the hottest year, but I know others were suffering with it. I can honestly say I was never hot. I am very happy with how I handled the canyons. Smooth down, strong up. I am proud that I worked to be nice to my pacer and crew/husband :) Sounds funny, but I get emotional and grumpy and I know that's what pacers have to expect, but I wanted to control it better and I think I did. The atmosphere there was wonderful, the aid stations A-MAZING! It was a wonderful trip. I'm not sure more take aways from this race though, I'm not sure the lessons I can say I've learned. I guess that will come in time.
The leg has been healing remarkably well really and there are times I go back and question if I was really hurting that bad and injured, or just letting my mind take over and find an excuse to slow down. And then I remember how swollen and discolored my whole left quad was for 5 days and how the other one looked and felt perfect. How my massage therapist could feel the damage in there the entire post race week. The injury was real at a really bad time and I'm really sad about how it affected such an important race to me, but life goes on. I don't have anything particular planned for the rest of the year, probably won't race again till September with healing and family life and starting as an RN.
I don't really have a great ending to this post, it's been long and I'm sorry, just my therapy I guess. I hope I didn't come off too negatively. I could be bitter about what was written on my arm and how it turned into "here go all my goals out the window" or something, but I love that quote, Here Goes Everything, and I gave this race that as long as I could. Until next time - #seeyouinsquaw