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Saturday Oct 28, 2006 #
Easy running race 5:16:49 [3] 50.73 km (6:15 / km)
ahr:162 max:183 shoes: Flyroc 310
A few weeks ago, about the time that the 7WRC trip fell through, I felt moody and entered the very loopy San Francisco One Day. Well, Wendell prodded me to do it, too; he needs the revenue. I ratcheted it down to 12 hours, though.
I hadn't run for two weeks, and it showed. I had been hoping for 100 km, but could not even muster the pace I pulled together at the Skyline 50-miler. The run was a classic case of "start slowly and taper off". On the flat loop, the running technique was quite unlike that asked for by trails. The leg and knee lift was almost non-existent. At about the 3-hr mark, my left hip started to feel awkward and the whole left upper leg hurt. Within about two loops, I figured out that if I rotated the left foot (which, Coach Zh tells me, I don't have very good efficiency on) to land strictly parallel to the direction of motion, the hurt went away. But, these mechanics weren't completely natural to me, I had to consciously impose them and kept slipping back into the old habits.
At about the same 3-hr mark, my heart rate suddenly spiked up into the 170s, and, despite my easing off, stayed there. First I attributed that to a handful of chocolates I ate (Gu was outlawed by the park because of the sticky pouches), but after no chocolates for an hour, the HR was still sky-high. It was quite warm, so maybe that's why; but more likely, it was another cycle of supplements I started on just a week earlier. After an about 3-month pause, my body must have had a hard time working in the relative heat with all that stuff in me.
I still felt OK, just not moving particularly fast. But, towards the end of the 5th hour, I suddenly and rapidly lost all interest in the adventure. By then, I had seen every point of the loop 30 times. I called it quits after 31 loops, so that I would at least cover 50 km.
The total distance does not include a detour to the Sports Basement (just off course) to buy illegal Gu or four or five trips to the bathroom, quite a ways from the loop.
I hadn't run for two weeks, and it showed. I had been hoping for 100 km, but could not even muster the pace I pulled together at the Skyline 50-miler. The run was a classic case of "start slowly and taper off". On the flat loop, the running technique was quite unlike that asked for by trails. The leg and knee lift was almost non-existent. At about the 3-hr mark, my left hip started to feel awkward and the whole left upper leg hurt. Within about two loops, I figured out that if I rotated the left foot (which, Coach Zh tells me, I don't have very good efficiency on) to land strictly parallel to the direction of motion, the hurt went away. But, these mechanics weren't completely natural to me, I had to consciously impose them and kept slipping back into the old habits.
At about the same 3-hr mark, my heart rate suddenly spiked up into the 170s, and, despite my easing off, stayed there. First I attributed that to a handful of chocolates I ate (Gu was outlawed by the park because of the sticky pouches), but after no chocolates for an hour, the HR was still sky-high. It was quite warm, so maybe that's why; but more likely, it was another cycle of supplements I started on just a week earlier. After an about 3-month pause, my body must have had a hard time working in the relative heat with all that stuff in me.
I still felt OK, just not moving particularly fast. But, towards the end of the 5th hour, I suddenly and rapidly lost all interest in the adventure. By then, I had seen every point of the loop 30 times. I called it quits after 31 loops, so that I would at least cover 50 km.
The total distance does not include a detour to the Sports Basement (just off course) to buy illegal Gu or four or five trips to the bathroom, quite a ways from the loop.
Note
This was indeed a race in a beautiful place; not like I don't live in San Francisco... the beautiful part was mostly the public on the running path, becoming less clothed as the sun climbed higher.