Monday, May 2, 2016

A Dream Takes Shape: Mapping the Yuba River Run

As I prepared for this weekend's Miwok 100k in the Marin Headlands, I got in some good long runs in Nevada County. In doing so, I have finally mapped the race course for the Inaugural Yuba River Run 100k/50k. I am pretty excited to have this most important step behind me. Now I begin the arduous process of identifying stakeholders and agencies which will need to provide support or permission. I have received a ton of interest from friends, acquaintances and readers. While the bulk of my work lay ahead, mapping the course has been just as fun as I hope the race will be.

The 100k course is a loop course beginning and ending in Pioneer Park, Nevada City. We called this quaint mining town home for decades. A natural showcase with great amenities, Broad Street will be a welcome sight on the home stretch.

The course climbs and traverses Banner Mountain before crossing Scotts Flat Reservoir and climbing Harmony Ridge. A long run out the ridge on the Pioneer Trail brings the runners to the Omega/Alpha road descent to the Little Town of Washington. This marks 50k, and the 50k runners will be bused to Washington for their start.

Then comes the gemstone of the race, 18 miles along the South Yuba River Trail. A stout climb up Round Mountain gets the runners out of the canyon, and after a short out and back summit of Sugarloaf Mountain (with views of Nevada City) runners will have less than 5k to the finish.

The 100k course has approximately 8000' of elevation gain. I have not calculated the 50k course yet, but will likely be 4000' +/- 700'. 

Yuba River Run 100k Course Map
100k Course Profile
Interested in running or volunteering? Comment below!

Friday, April 15, 2016

Race Report: 2016 Gorge Waterfalls 50k


http://www.rainshadowrunning.com/gorge-waterfalls-50k.html
Negotiating throngs of tourists has never been my strong suit. Even as a tourist myself, I avoid large crowds, preferring remote destinations. Never-the-less, I found myself running through a sea of families at Multnomah Falls Recreation Area with a mile to go in the 2016 Gorge Waterfalls 50k.

I had entered the first lottery in 2015 but failed to be selected. It seems the second time is a charm, and it ended up fitting my calendar much better than the alternative American River 50 mile. Sciatica (my first encounter) kept me off my feet and getting fat for most of the winter. A self-preservation DNF at Way Too Cool 50k in March had my fire lit; regardless of how long it took me, I was going to finish this race. I had not finished an ultra since crossing  the finish line in LeFebvre Stadium nearly ten months prior. I needed a confidence boost.

The lottery results were posted in mid-November - weeks before my sciatica hit. At that point, gaining entry to States was still a possibility (a small one). It fit into my ambitious schedule perfectly. I had never traveled so far to run a race before, and I love Portland, so I was pretty excited. As race weekend drew near, it became obvious that Twirly would be unable to join me due to work commitments. I would fly to Portland alone, and run the race without crew. Another first for  me.

I spent a couple days before the race hanging with old friends, staying in Troutdale (about fifteen minutes from the finish line). The majority of my pre-race stress came from trying to pick a local brew to enjoy while I prepared for race day. A 9:00 am start meant I could awake at a decent hour, and race morning dawned overcast and balmy.

The race climbs around 6000 feet over 31+ miles, with almost a third occurring in the last 6 miles. Mostly single track with about 10% paved roads, the course tours through the waterfalls and campgrounds on the Oregon side of the Colombia River Gorge.



Single track begins!
Runners are bused from the finish line at Benson State Recreation Area to the Wyeth Campground. It took about 25 minutes, and I chatted with my seat-mate. Jeremy was running his first 50k and had a similar professional background. We chatted about everything from race strategies to drinking water infrastructure. He went on to finish sub-6 hour on the tough course (nice job). I also met fellow Circle Cat Larry, from SoCal (finished sub-7). We commiserated about lack of fitness and training, starting the race together and chatting about niggles and treatment strategies for the first few miles. After about a half an hour, my heart rate forced me to slow down. My aerobic fitness just isn't there yet.

Wooden bridges out-numbered waterfalls for quite a while

Lushness abounds

I held my pace steady and easy, allowing runners to pass as they needed. After about four miles, the course leveled off and we had a mile-long downhill to stretch the legs. Another mile climb led to a more rolling descent to the first aid station at Cascade Locks. The station was organized and efficient. My legs were feeling good, but my back reminded me to keep my core engaged. I imagined squeezing a quarter between my butt cheeks and rotating my hips forward every time I felt the twinge. Between that and the rocky trail, I had my mind full!


Plenty of information to distract you

Old roads..

Surrounded by history



More bridges

The next section flattened out, and brought a short section of pavement on the old Gorge Highway. My nutrition was working really well. Skratch Labs Green Tea in the bottles, Clif Energy Food Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal and a back-up bottle of caffeinated Tailwind provided a variety of slow-trickle calories. As always while racing, 5 grams of Master Amino Pattern every hour kept the cramps and lactic acid at bay.

The rolling course would occasionally have a 200-400 foot pop, which provided an opportunity to change up the muscle workload, and every 25 minutes or so we would cross another drainage, almost always on a wooden bridge. I had expected to get my feet wet, but kept them dry for the duration of the race. Around mile 15 I began wondering when we would see an iconic water fall. I had been under the assumption that the whole course was a tour of waterfalls. While there was plenty of water running, the first significant falls didn't show up until mile 18. Totally worth the wait! Glenn Tachiyama was posted, ensuring a race picture worth spending some $ on:

Elowah Falls, Mile 18, photo by Glenn Tachiyama

This one bounced!
I spent a few extra minutes at the Yeon aid station. I mixed some more Skratch and Tailwind, had a volunteer pour some water on a towel, and wiped off my head. The clouds had burned off and the temperature was climbing. The next 2 miles followed the frontage road, and had a slight rise. I had trouble keeping my heart rate down and took regular walk breaks to ensure I still had legs for the final segment. Runners leapfrogged, and I saw a lot of familiar faces from the first 30k.

The section between Yeon and No Name aid stations provided some really run-able grades, but rock slides and technical trail made it feel more like hopscotch. I began to joke with fellow runners that the course "was the most beautiful course I never get to look at!"

Trying to carry speed through loose rock piles and slides took the utmost focus


I liked the granite trail markers

You guessed it... More bridges!
The falls grew larger

The course even ducks behind this waterfall!

Jeff Bridges has nothing on the Gorge Trail 400

This one was in a box canyon

Did I mention the enormous river?

Multnomah Falls

The waterfalls came more frequently, and leaving the No Name aid station we were told there was just one more big climb, then a paved switchback descent, and then the finish. I felt good as I approached the final climb at Multnomah Falls. The tourists grew more dense as the trail approached the recreation area. Eleven paved switchbacks provided a decent grade, and I enjoyed bending to the trail and power hiking. At the top of the falls, the trail continued to climb. This was the prettiest section of the course, in my opinion. A lush canyon dotted with more falls, and a never-ending climb of about 1500' overall. I caught a runner from Mexico and we exchanged grins before he took off running up the hill. I caught him again at the top. He was pretty wasted from the effort.


The final chasm was straight out of wonderland
The descent to the finish was as advertised. About two miles of rocky single track gave way to the paved switchbacks. Tourists were fewer on this side, and I was in the groove. Carnage dotted the course. Limpers and leaners whimpered with each step. I tried to encourage them: "can you smell the barn?", "good job, keep it up". I was trying to leave it all on this hill, quads be damned.

I arrived at the bottom of the switchbacks, just above the park and the finish line festival, only to have the course bend away from the grassy field and turn back up hill towards Multnomah Falls! It turned out I still had over a mile to go. I looked at my watch and determined I could still eeke out a sub-8 hour finish, which gave me the motivation to keep moving. The crowds grew thick as I entered the parking area for the falls. Little children darted in front of me, forcing me to stutter step or stop altogether. Finally I gained the grassy double track that would take me around the lake and back to the finish. The longest 8 minutes of the race!

I finished just under the wire: 7:58. My slowest 50k to date, but still a very satisfying return to ultra running. James Varner, Race Director, gave me a high five and I went to get out of my sweat-soaked race kit. Beer flowed, pizza was plentiful and race stories were recounted by friends old and new. Rainshadow Running really hits the ball out of the park with this race. Despite its technical trails and crowded vistas, I can see returning to conquer the Gorge Waterfalls again.

Huge thanks to the Rainshadow Running crew and all the volunteers. Of course, Victory Sportdesign drop bags kept me in the race and moving through the stations efficiently. I used two Cougar I's and a Coyote I at Cascade Locks. Besides water, I took nothing from the aid stations. Although I wasn't as fleet of foot as I have been in the past, I executed well. I move forward with this confidence boost under my belt and set my sights on Miwok 100k in four weeks.

As always, thanks for reading. Now here's the deets:


Monday, March 7, 2016

Race Report: 2016 Way Too Cool 50k (the DNF)

One of many water crossings at the 2016 Way Too Cool 50k. Photo by Mario Fraioli
Nutella: the stuff trails are made of
I rested often, climbing the 750' up American Canyon. Hoboken Creek was swollen, but far from the raging torrent David and I negotiated in December 2012. We had to daisy chain a fellow runner across that morning. Today it was barely knee high. Heavy rains made the trail slick; like running on Nutella. Only two weeks after my epidural I was just over halfway through the 2016 Way Too Cool 50k.

Race start. Photo by Chris Blagg

I ran 27 miles the week following the procedure, culminating in a 14 mile long run (my longest of the year thus far). To say I was under-trained would be an understatement. My log showed 71 miles run for all of 2016 as I toed the line on an inclement, windy morning. The rain abated for a few hours around the race start, which was a blessing. Forecasts had called for 3 inches of rain and 70 MPH gusts by afternoon. The trails remained saturated and slippery.

This race was a "D" race. A supported training run. My goal time was 7 hours. I stood in the corral with Twirly with just minutes to go when I realized I had forgotten to put on my heart rate monitor. I have worn that thing for a thousand runs, forgetting it maybe twice. Geez, I'm out of practice racing. I thought. We had stayed with friends in Auburn Lake Trails (ALT) the night before. Access to the gated community meant Twirly could see me at the ALT aid station at mile 21 in addition to resupplying me at the firehouse around mile 8.

Without my watch continually reminding me to take it easy, I took it easier than I thought I should. My mantra was "100 mile pace, 100 mile pace." Focusing on foot placement was paramount as we left the pavement and descended to Knickerbocker Creek. Climbing out of the creek bed, a reader/runner recognized me and we chatted on the climb. It happens so rarely I forget that people might recognize me from Wanderplace. It is always nice to meet readers. Des, a New Zealander living in Davis, was hoping to improve on his previous time of ~6:30 by breaking 6 hours. I warned him that the conditions were not conducive to a PR, and that he better stay in front of me. He went on to finish in 5:59! Nice work Des, and great to meet you.

The first 8 miles, aka the Olmsted Loop, went smoothly. I stayed on my feet, listened for the iconic frogs and took regular walk breaks on the edge of the trail. About a mile from the end of the loop a deer bolted through the pack, eliciting cheers and whoops from runners. "He's gonna win if he keeps that pace up!" someone behind me exclaimed. I came through the Fire Station (~mile 7.5) in ~1:40 - about 25 minutes off my best. Twirly and Victor helped me get squared away for the remainder of the race while I told them I felt "meh". I admit, I was looking forward to the descent to Quarry Road. I hadn't run that stretch since States, and I love finding my groove on the technical stretch of trail.

Quarry Road looking down river. PC unknown
I continued focusing on foot placement and cruised onto Quarry Road feeling relatively good. My back was getting sore, but it served as a reminder to rotate my hips forward and keep my back stacked (both strategies recommended by my physical therapist). I grazed at the aid station and mixed a bottle of Tailwind. I couldn't get the Tailwind wrapper open with my wet hands, so the Queen helped open it for me and Julie (sans Torrey) gave me a quick report on how the real race up front was unfolding. The rain began to pick up, and I set off down Quarry Road. I continued using a run/walk approach to keep my effort in check.

On the climb up American Canyon I began to feel spent. My back continued to ache, and my hips and glutes were screaming. Frequent strength work has my hip girdle in a constant state of fatigue. I knew that if I finished the race my training for the following week would suffer. I began to have that old internal dialogue:

"I want to drop."

"Why? You aren't injured or fighting cut-offs, and you're still having fun, right?"

"This slippery shit is NOT fun. And if I continue I MIGHT hurt myself. If I get to ALT aid station that will make 21 miles. 32 for the week. I ran 26 miles the week before. It will end up being the perfect length for this point in the training cycle."

"And you won't screw up your ultrasignup score!"

Just like that, I had come to peace with dropping. Twirly was only 2.5 miles away. As I turned the idea of my first DNF over in my head, I heard Gordy Ainsleigh coming up the hill behind me. We crested the hill and I stepped aside to let the legend go. I power-hiked the last couple miles, trying to let runners go by without holding them up. Erika came up behind me around Barb's bench, and we chatted about race schedules and injuries for a few minutes.

I glissaded into the aid station at ALT and asked for the station captain. He thought I was an injured runner he had been hearing about, but I assured him I was okay, just done. He asked if I needed a ride out, and I told him I should have one waiting... But no Twirly. It all worked out though - I only waited a few minutes before I had a ride. I got back to the Fire Station around 1 pm.

In the VSD tent. Photo by Karen Gerasimovich
I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the Victory Sportdesign tent enjoying Headlands IPA and catching up with old friends. I got changed into dry clothes and got a massage from Ve Loyce at the Monsters of Massage tent. Ve Loyce treats me well; I wish I lived closer to his shop. I felt pretty good about my decision, and my body bounced back quickly. I know I could have finished, but I wasn't there to prove anything. I got exactly the time on my feet that I needed at this point in my training.

Ann likes to have her athletes break down races into threes: name three things you did right, did wrong, etc. I thought a lot about that during my internal dialogue, and here is what I came up with:

Things I did right:
  1. I listened to my body and when it spoke up I came to the right decision. Those last ten miles would have been junk miles.
  2. I stayed on my feet in very difficult conditions. Also, I wore gaiters to keep the silt in the water crossings out of my shoes.
  3. I executed my race plan: nutrition was on track and my pace kept easy.
 
Finishers chute. Photo by Amy Melcher Ownes
Things I did wrong:
  1. I wasn't organized in my usual fashion and that resulted in forgetting my heart rate monitor.
  2. My shoes, Altra Lone Peak 1.5s, lacked sufficient traction in the slippery conditions. I need to buy some shoes with beefier lugs on them for rainy, sloppy days.
  3. I should have made it clear to Twirly that I might drop at ALT. That would have ensured she met me there. Not a big deal in the end, but I could have ended up waiting at the aid station for a lot longer than I did and it was getting cold.
I have often tried to imagine what my first DNF would look like. I made it 23 races before it happened, and it happened on my own terms. No bones showing, no sweeps or cut-offs looming. It feels right. I just hope it doesn't lower the threshold, making it an easier decision in the future. If it had been a goal race I would have soldiered on,  but now I have enough in the tank to focus on training up to Gorge Waterfalls 50k (which I will be running as a "B", not racing) and this Spring's ultimate goal: the Miwok 100k and that 2017 Western States qualifier.

Huge thanks to all the volunteers (especially Leah, who gave me ride back to the Fire station) and NorCal Ultras. Thanks to Victory Sportdesign for keeping my shit together and providing shelter from the storm for the afternoon: get in, get out, get moving! And thanks to all you who read Wanderplace. From this side of the blog, it is difficult to discern if I am connecting with anyone. That makes it nice to meet people who have benefited from these pages.

SYOTT!

Friday, March 4, 2016

Update: Epidural Efficacy and Way Too Cool 50k Preview

Kilian in the pain cave

While making friends with pain is a cornerstone of endurance sports, I find myself in more of a love/hate relationship with it at the moment. Kilian Jornet (above) represents an echelon outside my potential. But when I conjure my conquests of fitness and stamina, the chasm between now and then stings. The epidural procedure has enabled me to resume training, but the comfort I know awaits me has resisted to manifest thus far. My back continues to feel vulnerable and sore after hard efforts. My hips and ass are fatigued from so much strength work. Fortunately, the sciatica has not returned. So I have that going for me.

I have run less than 70 miles for the year. Yet, I intend to toe the line tomorrow morning for my third Way Too Cool 50k. It is going to be sloppy. Rain should build all morning to a full blown storm by 3 pm, right around my expected finishing time. My 50k PR (5:23) came on this course in 2013. I am not chasing a PR this year. Getting my groove back and spending time on my feet are my two primary goals tomorrow. Having fun and practicing 100 miler pace (run/walk likely) are also on the agenda. I get to try the new Tailwind Green Tea Buzz drink mix, and then there is all that rain.

I have always loved running in the rain. Sure, it is hard to get out the door, but a good storm makes any outdoor activity feel, well, more Epic. Am I right? The 2012 CIM (Stormathon Redux) will always be one of my favorite accomplishments. However, with the slippery conditions, I will have to be very mindful of my footing. I cannot risk tweaking my already frail back. So, I'll slow it down. Maybe I'll even stop at 8 miles for a beer break at the Victory Sportdesign tent before tackling the back two thirds of the course. It worked pretty well while pacing at TRT, right?

Sad news from the Western States organization this week; Dr. Bob Lind, shotgun starter emeritus has passed at the age of 81. I am honored to have met him briefly at the Sports and Medicine conferences in Squaw Valley. The fact that my first two Western States runs were started by the blast of his shotgun further cement those two runs as the most important accomplishments of my running career. AJW has penned a poignant remembrance over at iRunFar. Please, do check it out.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

The Six Thousand Dollar Man: The Epidural


We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. 

Better.

Stronger.

Faster.

The days following American Canyon 15k were bad. I continued twice weekly physical therapy sessions, and daily strength conditioning. My sore quads eventually recovered, but every run sent my back into spasms and the numbness in my foot returned. I gave into the discomfort and scheduled an epidural with my spine doctor. Fortunately, I was able to get an appointment within a few days.

I had been weighing the pros and cons of the spinal injection of cortisone for a couple weeks. As I kept hitting the dreadmill, and then needing four to five days to recover, it became apparent that I needed some relief in order to really begin training again. Any concerns about side effects were trumped by the discomfort. With races looming on the horizon, and no real mileage under my feet, I took the plunge.

Epidural needle
An epidural is an injection to the spine, usually using a needle about 4 inches long. An x-ray technician helps guide the surgeon to the desired location, and the entire procedure takes less than ten minutes. I showed up at Webster Surgical Center in Oakland at 10 o'clock on Friday morning. By 11:15 I was face down on the operating table, wondering when the anesthetic would kick in. Then I was in the recovery room. The clock said 11:25. Easy peasy. The local anesthetic made my back feel spectacular. I could hardly wait to go for a run.


X-ray assisted spinal injection


Later that afternoon, the local had worn off and the injection site was really sore. I had planned to take Twirly dancing in the city that night, but it was obviously a bad idea. I took it easy on Saturday, and went for a "test run" with Twirly this morning. So far, no real repercussions. My lower back is a little tight, but the discomfort I have been experiencing seems to be held at bay. With only two weeks to Way Too Cool 50k, I am curious if I can put in enough quality work in the next ten days to give it a shot. Either way, Twirly and I will be in Cool on March 5th.

Here's to hope. And drugs. And more hope ;)

SYOTT

Race Report: 2016 American Canyon 15k


I threw caution to the wind, and decided to toe the line at the American Canyon 15k on February 6th. Race Director Harlan Reymont was kind enough to comp my entry. After a couple of treadmill workouts in the days before the race, I figured I should put my best foot forward, followed by the other one. At least until I returned to Auburn Dam Overlook Park. I have participated in this race every year since 2012, when it fell on my 40th birthday. As my first trail race, it will always be a special event for me. My annual birthday recognition would be incomplete if I missed it. Of course, if I had been 100%, I would have been racing Jed Smith 50k as my first PUSATF Ultra Grand Prix event for 2016. I'm glad I ran AC15k instead.

Harlan has made some improvements to the beginning/end of the lollipop course, adding miles of single track on the descent to No Hands Bridge. I had never been on this old railroad grade trail, and it was nice to not know exactly where we were or what was coming next. I kept up with friends Torrey and Clare on the descent, running a bit above my comfort zone. Once we got down to river level and rejoined the Western States trail I backed off, feeling my quads burning from the hammering descent. I grazed at the aid station and teased Julie about the additional mileage she had to run. "Haha, I get to go back now!" I joked.

I took it easy on the return, enjoying the much more runnable grade provided by the new course. I played with my pace/heart rate a little bit, and stopped to enjoy the views of the river and old coffer dam abutments. I finished in 1:40, about 15 minutes off my PR from 2012. The winners finished in 1:24, I think... At least my time will stand on the Ultrasignup top ten (9th) for another year.

I was happy that I could pull 15k out of my ass off the couch. Unfortunately, in the days that followed, my sore quads gave way to a sore back. Turns out the sciatica finally took up residence in the L5-S1 area from which it originates. Returning from injury is a bitch, no doubt about it. Baby steps, relentless forward progress, determined daily strength conditioning, positive attitude... It all makes sense in my head, but the stamina and endurance I have enjoyed in the past seems so foreign to me now. I never want to take fitness for granted again!

Friday, January 29, 2016

Wait, What? But...

In the first week of December, the wheels came off. After running only 25 miles a week for all of November, I was beginning to ramp up my mileage. Jed Smith 50k was ten weeks away, and I was excited to put in a few solid training blocks in preparation for my 2016 racing season. On Saturday, December 5th, at the Western States lottery, I could tell something was amiss. My right foot was numb, and if I stood for too long, excruciating cramps would radiate down my right leg from my piriformis. I scrapped the 16 miler on my schedule and made an appointment with my A.R.T. chiropractor. Whenever I received tissue-work in the effected areas, my foot would go from numb to tingling...

After three treatments, I hared my first course for the Cougar hash house harriers. We began and ended at Fieldwork Brewing Company (where I can be found most afternoons). I loosened up as I ran, despite having to bend over and mark the pavement every half a block or so. By the time I had finished the 5 mile run, I could tell my back and leg were fatigued. The next two days were horrific. I could not stand for more than 30 seconds, and walking was not much better. Only sitting provided relief. Whatever was going on, it wasn't getting better. I had a couple more A.R.T. sessions before reaching out to Ann and other resources for advice.


Disc extrusion at L-5/S-1
I began seeing Physical Therapist Marty Mattox at Ultrahealth in San Francisco. She gave me some strengthening exercises to do and told me to stay positive. I would run again. Fast forward past a vacation confounded by a family medical emergency over the holidays, and the symptoms persisted into the new year. Marty advised me to visit my doctor and begin making arrangements to get an MRI to determine the source of the nerve impingement. I was able to fast track the process, and by mid-January I had my answer: extruded disc at L-5/S-1. The good news is that I don't need surgery. The bad news is that running is probably not the best thing I can do for myself right now.


Horizontal and vertical view of my extruding disc
That said, I am hopeful that with continued cross training and strengthening I will be able to gradually introduce running to my plan. Jed Smith is off the table. Twirly and I will be volunteering at American Canyon 15k/25k/50k on February 6th, as there is no way I should be running 5k, much less 15k at this point. I am hoping to attempt Way Too Cool 50k in March and Gorge Waterfalls 50k in April. If I am unable to run Miwok in May, I don't see how I could get into shape for Angeles Crest 100 in August. So, Miwok has become my "A" race for the year. It will provide me with a WS100 qualifier if I can get through it. I'll look at AC100 after Miwok.

I am still excited about the coming year. In addition to over-coming this newest hurdle, I'll continue helping Victory Sportdesign in their pursuit of providing the perfect utility bag for outdoor adventures. A kick-starter campaign is in the works for this winter, introducing the new Grizzly model bag, which is my favorite of the line thus far. There will be tons of sweet incentives and rewards, so keep your eyes open for that. I will provide a link to the campaign once it gets off the ground, so stay tuned!

This injury isn't like the others. I cannot blame it on a trauma. And nerve pain is such a different animal than muscle or joint pain. It can be truly incapacitating. I was near tears at times. The depression that stems from my body betraying me in such a way is hard to confront. I have been distant to those who love me, and with the complications of familial medical issues, I feel as though I am operating in a haze. I am in a holding pattern, looking for some way to get back to training. Back to the theraputic effect of logging miles, nothing but the sound of my footfalls and my breath.

The trail ahead is dark but holds promise...