run 3:56:12 [5] 28.97 km (8:09 / km) +1690m 6:19 / km
Day 3 Thimphu Valley to Phajoding monastery 28k. Climb to 3600 meters.
The start was straight from our accommodation, around town for a small loop and then along one side of a valley and along the other. At 8 minutes i took a wrong turn in complete defiance of a superbly marked course. Because I had again shot off I got about 200 meters up a steep hill before the chase pack started yelling from where, for no good reason, I had turned right. No real harm, but I had to slap back down the pavement to catch up and get back on course.
I ran with the group for a few minutes, but I had a bit more in me and so I kicked it up a notch to CP 1, which actually overlooked camp from the night before. I grabbed water and headed off, but without the same spring in my step. I was beginning to feel the previous two days.
About 3k after the CP and just after passing the major military installation, there was a major downhill. At the bottom, there was a race photographer and...a police motorcycle escort. How much fun is that? He took me through the outskirts of Thimphu as far as a turnoff into single track. I had a bit a bobble with a missed marking and lost a few minutes making sure I got on course and was immediately caught by Masanao, a Japanese runner. Cool. Company!
We ran together for a few kilometres until we got to a steep, but runnable downhill. That guy was off like a shot. I have never seen anyone descend like that. I kinda sorta went with him, but he was in another league. And if that's all there was to the race he would have won by hours, but 400 meters was all the descending he got before we turned up a vicious 2 k climb to CP 2. Masanao was not a climber and so I caught him quickly and got to the CP maybe 5 minutes ahead.
A spectacular setting! High above the royal palace with terrace after terrace of rice patties in between us and the city below. Spellbinding. Best checkpoint of all time. I took a moment to dwell on the sight and then started the 7k straight up. CP 2 was at 2400 meters; the finish was at 3600 meters. It started off all nice and calm like, with a soft single track, but then it yanked right at a field of prayer flags and got really hard really quickly.
There was a bit of a let up half way up, with a kilometre of level running, but at 3000 meters and after the running done so far, I could manage only the ugliest of shuffles. I was running out of gas. Food is critical in these things, and I'd been scrupulous about taking a salt tab every 30 minutes and alternating gels and bars on the 15s and 45s, but I was low and Bad Thoughts were creeping in. So I slammed down two gels , took a breather and let the view sink in a bit.
That pulled me back into it, but it was a hard march to the top at the Phajoding monastery, one of Bhutan's holiest places. What a relief to have that done, and my god what a setting. Thimphu is 1500 meters below, the sky is filled with scudding clouds, and the monastery complex is beautiful and serene.
Paul, the Brit, came in 6 minutes later and Masanao, about 6 minutes after that. That they came in as quickly as they did was a surprise considering the margin of victory from yesterday, but that's one of the things that makes stage races so interesting.
Half the bags had been brought up by mule, and the remainder would be here in an hour. It was sunny, but cool--maybe 15. My bag had not made it up yet, but--and here's a cool spinoff benefit to doing this with your spouse--Joany's was! I immediately took off my soaked jersey and put on Joany's coat. Perfect! And rather fetching too.
And then I settled in to wait for Joany who has been having a tremendous go of it in her own right. Toward the end of the previous day, however, she had begun to feel off. She took some nausea drugs and got a good night's sleep, but was woozy at the start. And so I worried, as is my right. Radio communications confirmed that Joany had made it past CP2, which meant she was coping. She made it up at her own pace and in good cheer and all was well.