Here are some pics to set the scene, wordy race report follows
(thanks to
Glenn Tachiyama for the images)
***okay, I have re-read this and there are a lot spelling/grammatical errors...I am not editing this sucker, so am adding this disclaimer instead!






I have been toying with the idea of racing an ultra for a few years now, but have been hesitant to actually commit to toeing the line. As silly as it may sound, it seemed like a big line to cross, as if I was committing to losing any speed that I might pretend to have.
What makes this silly is that I have toyed with longer races in the past, such as ½ IM and IM triathlons and I have always known that I can run well with a lot of fatigue in my legs. My biggest limiter in the longer distance triathlons is that I am not overly powerful on the bike to be really competitive (wow segue off the bat-nice one).
Anyway, training and racing the Trans Rockies last summer reinforced that I thought I might have an aptitude for long runs on mountainous trails and more importantly, it is what I enjoy doing. Not surprisingly, I tend to be drawn to things that I am/might be good at. I also believe quite firmly that if I am going to be suffering (and yes, racing is about a good amount of suffering), then I’d rather suffer in scenic settings, not that I really get to appreciate the vistas and surroundings fully while racing, but it gives me a great excuse to go exploring in training and then I do make sure to take a few moments to soak it all in.
Although I had never raced 50k before last weekend, I did have experience with race nutrition and had done some longer races, so I wouldn’t consider myself a true ultra virgin (lets say I had played "Just the tip, just to see what it feels like"). What was unknown, and is still largely unanswered, is how I would handle the “death” part of the race, those last few miles that will always hurt and the inevitable lows that you will encounter during the event.
Lauren and I drove over on Friday and we got to check out Bellingham and Fairhaven, very nice little towns with incredible recreation potential all around them. I spent the day grazing on foods, fueling for the next day and we did a nice and easy run along the gravel path that the race starts on. It has an incredible Ocean view, with little islands dotting the shore. That night we checked out the Chuckanut brewpub and I had a very tasty Porter.
Race day started in a rather strange –way. I had a very deep sleep, something that almost never happens before a race. I haven’t been sleeping all that well recently, with school taking up a bit more of my brain activity and free time than usual. Secondly, I had a chest covered in blood. Somehow I managed to get my first ever nosebleed and wow was it a gusher. Nothing like loosing precious red blood cells before a hard effort! That and I looked rather primal, caked in blood with my bed head. After jamming some cotton up my nose and drinking some rather stale coffee, we were off.
It was a brisk morning and we had to deal with the inevitable pre-race lineups for everything. It is always quite funny watching the nervous bantering going on. With the veterans spewing knowledge and advice and the rookies looking for that last bit of invaluable information that they are sure they missed (aka me).
Gary Robbins gave me a bit of feedback, that was good to hear.
After a quick jog with Lauren, I knew my legs were feeling decent, so I figured I would try to go with the leaders. After being held at the line for a few moments, the gun went off and the race begun. I quickly moved to the front with Erik Skaggs and
Andy Martin joined us. We joked a bit, but the pace was definitely on the upper end of what I was comfortable with, but I was still comfortable, if not a bit nervous as to how the pace would affect me 3 hour later! What I did know is that we were pulling away from the chasers behind us, including some very accomplished runners, so I just rolled with it.
The opening leg is an 11km rolling gravel path and although it had a nice ocean view, I was more than happy to finally get off it and hit some trails. The three of us stayed together through the first part of trail, I tested my legs a bit and I knew that I was running well on the flats and downhills, but for some reason, I was lacking pep in my uphill running. My lower back was a bit tight and it felt awkward. I also noticed that my stomach was upset, so I skipped a gel, hoping it would settle down. In retrospect, this was a mistake (I love retrospect), I should have sucked it down.
About 20 Kms into the race, we came up to aide station 3, followed by a 5km long uphill up a fire road. Normally, this is the sort of terrain that I do well on, but once again, I really suffered on the climb. Erik found his rhythm and rolled away from me and then Andy came chugging by. It was frustrating to watch them run away, but there was nothing I could do. I finally got some calories in, but my legs wouldn’t go. By the top of the climb I had lost about 2 minutes on Erik and Andy and I was running in no man’s land by myself.
Once at the top of the climb, the trail cut into some fun technical single track along a ridge-line. I had to remind myself that I was racing and to keep pushing the pace, but I was very much on my own out there. I rolled along for the next 8km or so, convincing myself that I would see Andy or Erik up the trail eventually, but I was chasing ghosts at this point.
Finally, I came into aide station 4 and heard that I was still about 2 minutes back. It was great to finally see some other people and the crew at the aide station were full of encouragement and the fuel, there lifted my spirits. I took this as good news and I was able to work well up Chinscraper, a steep technical ascent. Although my back was still acting up, I was able to bop my way up the climb and I started to get my mind around attacking the long downhill run.
Sadly, the course left the trail at this point and started the long road home. Back onto the gravel road, I sucked up the pain and rolled downhill, willing my legs to move as fast as they would. I also used this time to get some more gels in. After a mind and leg numbing 4 km, I finally caught sight of Erik’s singlet down the road. I set off trying to see if I could reel him in.
Once we hit aide station 5, I saw Lauren and the fam and I tried to relax a bit, getting my legs and mind around the fact that I would be running a long straight away for teh enxt 40 minutes or so. A seriously sick joke by the course designer.
My legs came around quite quickly and I was gaining on Erik and I could see Andy a ways up the road. I was feeling good, so I started to chase. In retrospect (again), I probably pushed too hard and I caught and passed Erik. Andy was a white fleck up the road, but it looked like he was coming back to me, but I also know that both Andy and Erik have a lot of experience and knew that neither of them would give much leeway.
This flat stretch was incredibly painful and the miles were clicking over quite slowly. I didn’t have any calories on me (rookie) and I could feel my energy come and going. I tried to relax, conserving as much as I could, but I knew that I was starting to run on fumes. About 2 miles from the finish, there is a big dip in the valley and for some reason, this little up and downhill sucked the life out of me.
I started to weave a bit and I even told Lauren to please be quiet (maybe not quite that polite) when she tried to encourage me. I was deep into the suitcase of hurt. It is amazing how you can feel so far from the finish line in those last few miles. At this point I had given up on racing and was in survival mode. Erik, who had worked out of his rough patch came by me and gave me some words of encouragement and a light push, but there was nothing left and I had to watch him roll away. I couldn't even put up a flick fight at that moment and I think I moaned something back.
I finally saw the finish line and stumbled my way across the finish line in my usual overly dramatic impersonation of x-country skiers.
Andy finished a strong first, Erik was second and I was third in 3:52:59. It was a
fast day, with 6 guys coming in under 4 hours, something that only a few people had done before.
I really enjoyed meeting and hanging out with the other runners after the race. There is a cool vibe at trail races, with some very interesting characters. I really enjoy the sense of camaraderie at endurance events. Everyone has a tremendous amount of respect for the other athletes who shared similar experiences. Although we all raced the same race, we all have different perspectives on how the race and day played out and sharing those war stories is always entertaining.
I also really appreciate all the people who maintain the trails that I enjoy playing on, race directors (thanks
Krissy) who put on the events and the volunteers and spectators who come out to help us do what we enjoy doing!
I am wickedly sore and quite tired at the moment. I have spent 2 days eating like a champ and I am very much looking forward to starting my next ultra!
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Okay, wow, did anyone read all of that? I would hope you guys have better things to do. I don’t, which is why I wrote it all.
Now for some thoughts about the training/racing-views from a rookie:
What I (think I)did well:
I trained relatively well for the event.
Jon Brown set me up very well with his emphasis on strength and endurance. When a runner/coach of his caliber gives you advice, you listen. Our long tempo outings and hill reps are not fun, but they build character. There is no focus on one big workout, or key day, rather it is the consistency over a season and years that really count. I also find that with my schedule of school and being a husband that I have to be okay with allowing some flexibility into my program (although Lauren is incredibly understanding of my NEED to run).
After talking to
Hal Koerner (aka the Man), I understand that a lot of the bigger ultras will have some “running sections”, so being fast will definitely be an advantage here. I think that keeping up some sort of efforts, mile reps, tempo work etc… will make a huge difference.
I realized that I have become a decent single-track and downhill runner. All my work on it last summer paid off. So yes, it can be trained. Still, I needed a few more long downhill efforts, but those will come over the summer. This is a big advantage, so hopefully I can work these parts, taking people out of their comfort zones during the race.
For the most part, I managed to stay emotionally neutral. Never getting too up or down on myself. The few times I did, it cost me. I think these emotions can be related to and managed with nutrition (yes, I am an emotional eater).
I was glad that I was aggressive. I like to be at the front of races (who doesn’t). I feel that you have to take some “calculated” risks. It is a race after all, so treat the event as a race! You do need to be realistic about what your abilities are though. So aggressive is a very subjective term.
No blisters/chaffing!
I made sure to enjoy the experience. As cheesy as it sounds, I know that I am fortunate to be able to run a hilly 50km and also that I am confident enough in my abilities to be able to “race” my first ultra. Not everyone can. Also, I really enjoy running along trails, so I don’t want to get too worked up about it.
What I could/need to improve:
What I think I was lacking was training on long sustained climbs at effort and working long downhills. I also probably should have done 1-2 longer runs. Most of my long runs were in the 2.5 hour range, but I was getting in good total weekly volume.
I needed to get in a massage or two. I definitely need to make sure that my hips and back stay loose, especially after long runs.
I think that I need to get back on the bike. For some reason, biking (not just easy spins, but actual steady rides with some climbs), helps my uphill running. It strengthens my back and allows me to practice getting in calories during long sustained efforts.
I remember reading a quote once, either by Peter Reid, or Mark Allen about nutrition during ultra events. That is when you feel good, eat, when you feel bad eat! I skipped a few gels and that was a mistake. When racing, I need to make sure I get at least a gel down every 40 minutes or so. I should also always have a “Just In Case” (JIC) gel on me and I need to keep eating through the last miles.
I also need to make sure that I practice getting gels in at effort. I also think I drank a bit too much fluid early on, or was a tad short on electrolytes.
Remember that in long races, it ain't over until its over. A lot can happen in the last few miles. I was passed with about a mile to go. I don't think that I expected to be in that much of a race at the end.
Obviously, I need to do a few more races. I had never run that long at a hard effort, so not surprisingly, when it came to the unknown part of the race, the last few miles, I was unprepared to deal with what came up. Although I had an idea of what it would feel like, you have to actually experience it a few times before you can develop coping mechanisms, or develop a plan to manage the pain/emotions of the rough patches.
This part is for me:
What I wore:
•New Balance 100→shoes were a bit dead. But with so much gravel running, I wanted something more “race flat like).
•Salomon socks
•Arc’teryx Accelero Cap
•Arc’teryx Visio Shorts
•Arc’teryx Velox Comp Crew
•Nathan hydration handheld.
What I ate the day before:
•quite a bit of food throughout the day + coconut water/Recharge electrolyte drink.
•Big sandwich at lunch
Dinner
•Woodfire Pizza-ham/cheese/onions
•“schooner” of Porter
•M&Ms
What I ate that AM (8am start):
•2 pieces of raisin toast-almond butter+honey (6:20am)
•shot of oil (6:20am)
•Starbucks Americano (7 am)
•3 sharkies about 30 min. before the start
•some sips of Vega electrolyte drink, maybe a 1/4 bottle
During the race:
•started with a capful of CarboPro+Nuun (not a great xombo)
•5 gels—too much caffeine in my gels (70min, 2hrs, 2:30, 3:00 , 3:20).
o 1 Power Bar, 4 Cliff shots.
•second bottle with Nuun (Mile 20)
•top up of Nuun at Mile 24