Trail Run race 9:10:00 [1] 49.7 mi (11:04 / mi) +1807m 9:57 / mi
After almost finishing the Voyageur 50m last year on minimal training and even less notice, I decided to make a go of it this year. More training (a couple of 50ks in the spring, and not dying) and planned to do this more than a day in advance. Weather looked good, but warmer than last year. That was less good.
Started out well at the start, a little less fast than last year because being conservative is good, right? Running with a pack with a the top women and a couple of guys, chitchatting, generally feeling good. 8-9 minute pace on the ski trails, 10 on the technical stuff and the steep hills. Still cool, just grabbing powerade at the feeds.
Then we hit the power lines. They weren't too bad, early, and not in the sun. From there it was running over the next few sections, including a long climb, although it was getting warm in to Magney and I realized that I needed to be much more cognizant of cooling, hydration and feeding. At 21 miles I put the first bit of ice down my shirt.
This became a theme. From the turn back, every stop had the following:
Food
Coke
Ice and powerade in the water bottle
Scoop of ice down my shirt front
Scoop if ice down my shirt back
Ice in my hat
This worked. Miles 20 to 30 were struggly, as I worked to get the system figured out, but once it worked, it worked. Miles 30 to 40 went well. My legs still felt pretty good and I was cooling well enough. The power lines were brutal, but I had cooled well before them and it was just fast hiking up and running down, passing a couple of people. The hill after the power lines was also good, in to the feed where I'd dropped the year before running.
From there things went a bit downhill. My legs were getting less happy, and I took a seat on the Struggle Bus. (I decided that there are three transport modes used in trail running: the Struggle Bus, the Pain Train, and the Waaaaahmbulance. I only made it to the Struggle Bus. Also my mind had time to wander.)
There was some walking in the last 10 miles, and some struggly running. My garmin had died, so I didn't know my pace or heart rate. Any goals were long gone; I was looking to finish in under 10. The last 3 miles seemed interminable but were probably only about 40 minutes, I hit the paved trail and jogged to the finish.
Did my legs hurt? Well, is the pope catholic? But I was able to walk to the car, take a lovely shower, eat some food, drink some water, and drive down to the Cities. It was … fun? Kind of. Definitely Type 2. Would like to take a 50m some time in slightly more conducive weather. I will probably do something dumb like this again.