I have never been so proud to show off my feet as I am today. They are the ugliest they have ever looked, but I worked HARD to get them that way!
I ran my first Ultra Marathon yesterday, May 18, 2008. I have to say I was more excited and fired up about this race than I was for Boston this year. My life (and possibly my feet) will never be the same. But I say that with nothing but love in my heart. They say, "Ignorance is bliss," and most of the time I disagree with that statement, but now I am in complete agreement. If I had known or had any indication of what the
Ohlone Wilderness 50K would be like after the Sunol Aid Station, I would have pulled a DNS (did not start).
I had always heard about the mysterious trail that you could run from Fremont to Livermore, but I never really believed it was there. Well, the beauty of that is now I know it is very real, indeed!
In early 2008 I knew it was time to sign up for my first Ultra (which is any distance greater than a marathon). I had two in mind, the Quicksilver 50K in San Jose and the Ohlone Wilderness 50K in Fremont. My friend from high school, Danny, talked me into the Ohlone 50K. He had run it three times prior and said I could handle it, but he neglected to describe the difficulty of the course! God bless him for that.
As I shared in a previous blog entry, I did a practice run with Danny on Mother's Day. We ran from the Ohlone 50K start line to Little Yosemite Valley, about 2 miles beyond the Sunol Aid Station. It took me a good 5 days to feel truly recovered. I remember that Danny pointed left and uphill and said, "During the race you will run up there and continue on to Rose Peak." I looked at where he was pointing and thought, "Oh, Dear God." My stomach was doing butterflies. Here was the cause of my butterflies.
In the car on the way to the starting line on race day, my husband held my hand. I looked to the mountains and said, "Honey, I'll be running over those today." As I said it I felt fear. I felt doubt. I started to cry. He asked me why I was crying and I said, "I'm going to miss you and the kids today. I wish you could all do it with me. I need you there today." Yikes, my moment of weakness.
He just squeezed my hand and said, "Babe, it's just another run. No big deal. You'll be fine." But I know he was thinking I was crazy. It was supposed to be in the high 80's during a good portion of the race. Turns out it was closer to 100.
Anyway, at the start the race director said there was one change to this year's race. He said that in the past runners had skipped going up to Rose Peak, cutting it out of the course completely. He said this year we had to have proof that we ran up and around Rose Peak by picking up a rubber bracelet at the top and wearing it back down. I knew at the very least, I HAD to get that bracelet.
The starting gun sounded and off we went.
Mike, Danny and I all started together. It was awesome to have friends there. We power walked the steep climbs until we got to points that we all felt were 'runnable' and then we'd run. I remember hearing Mike say, "Jesus!" a few times. Or "Holy shit!" You know, things to that effect. :) Yes Mike, I know what you mean.
There was a lot of friendly conversation among many of us runners while we power walked that first climb. At one point we even joked about the grade of the climb we were on. My Garmin said 26%. The funny thing was that later during the race I would look at my Garmin again and see 46% on what I felt was the gnarliest climb! Yes friends, it was that steep out there.
While going up the Horse Heaven Trail another runner asked me if I was the person that ran the 3:14 marathon. In my head I was saying yes, but I know the Boston Athletic Association wouldn't cut me any slack on my potty stops so I said, "No I only ran a 3:17." He seemed disappointed and we ran in silence for a while. :( Eventually we separated and I never saw him again.
All was well as I hit the Laurel Loop aid station. I took my first S-cap ever. It really did leave a salty taste in my mouth as I was told it would, but the good part about using those is they pretty much make you WANT to drink fluids. The volunteers there were beyond helpful and nice, and I would find that to be the case at EVERY aid station. The volunteers at the Ohlone 50K were first class! Mike, Danny and I were still together as we got into the Sunol Aid Station. Danny's mom was working at that station and it was nice to meet her. I had some boiled potatoes dipped in salt, more fluids and another S-cap. Tasty stuff.
The climbs were really testing me now and the first set of downhills into Sunol had already started irritating my feet. I found myself just plain out of breath on some of those hill climbs. I just kept telling myself, "Move. Just move. Just fricken walk." And sometimes I would just stop, but then it hurt more to stop so I'd keep moving. It was a vicious cycle, really. The heat was also starting to get to me, but I still felt strong for the most part.
Somewhere between Sunol and the Backpack Area, Danny, Mike and I separated. I latched on to a very strong runner named Clare. She said she has run several ultras and I later found out that she had recently won a 50-mile race a month before Ohlone. Ultra runners just do not stop! We had actually all kind of been running together from the beginning, but she was power walking like crazy up all the hills and I could not keep up with her. I was only able to catch her on the downhills. We traded "leads" back and forth for quite a while, and she was so kind and positive. She was also wearing a running skirt! Right on, Clare! Anyway as I ran right behind her on one of the downhills, I looked up from the trail for a split second and then SNAP, I rolled my left ankle something fierce. I let out a big, "OHHHH," and started to bounce up and down on my right foot. Clare asked if I was okay and I really didn't know at that point. I told her to run strong and that I'd try to stay with her as long as I could.
I trailed behind her for a while and met up with her again at the Backpack Area (12.48 miles) This is where I met
Rick Gaston, another blogger and quite a talented ultra runner. I took a liking to him right away because he looked like my
younger brother. It was not until after the race that I learned that legendary ultra runner and ultra pioneer, Ann Trason, was there volunteering! Oh what a moron I am to have missed her. :( I hope I was at least polite. I took my fill of boiled potatoes in salt and potato chips, refilled on the fluids and head out and back UP. UP, UP, UP. Time to get to Rose Peak and claim my bracelet.
Somewhere between the Backpack Area and Rose Peak, Clare and I separated. I got this burst of energy, my left ankle felt fine and I ended up taking off. I never saw her again until after she finished. I thought about her a lot while I was on the course and kept saying, "If she catches me, I won't be disappointed in myself... I'll be happy for her!" But she never caught me.
It would be about 5 miles to the next aid station and I did not see this coming but I ran out of sports drink, and was down to about 4 ounces of water before I hit Rose Peak. When I left Goat Rock I had 40 ounces of sports drink and 20 ounces of water! During this 5 miles, I experienced strange things. I couldn't see the trail or the trail markings, I wobbled as I ran, I had a hard time keeping my balance. For several moments here and there, I wondered where I was. I don't know how I came out of it, but I'm sure my guardian angel was with me, holding me up.
Due to the lack of fluids, my quadriceps cramped very badly as I got to the base of Rose Peak. I asked the volunteer guide if he had any drinks or food and he told me the next aid station came down the trail AFTER I went up and around Rose Peak. Bummer! I power walked up to the peak and that helped. I was cramping so badly. I took the melted Power Bar out of my waist pack, ate half of it and washed it down with the last 4 ounces of hot water I had. Within minutes the cramps were gone! Thank you, God!
I got to the top of Rose Peak and saw a box not much bigger than a shoe box. It was loaded with the rubber bracelets. I picked one up and threw it on as I made the descent.
I ran past the helpful guide and waved as I said thank you and headed on to the Maggie's Half Acre Aid Station. Oh yes, this is where I drank Coke and Sprite and ate a little peanut butter sandwich and chips and boiled potatoes. I made sure to fill up on fluids and I took an S-cap. Then I ran down, just enough to get my feet burning again. Ouch! My legs actually felt okay though because if I recall correctly this downhill stretch was a little gentler. I started to feel a little better.
It believe it was somewhere around here that I met Joe McDonald,
Beth Vitalis' boyfriend. By the way, Beth is 42 and she not only WON the woman's division yesterday, she set a new PR with 5:28. But I digress. Joe said he and Beth ran the course out and back TWICE (in one shot) over Mother's Day Weekend. Goodness gracious! And here they were racing the course a week later. Amazing, I tell you, amazing.
He asked me if I'd run Ohlone before and I told him I'd never run any Ultra before. He told me I picked a doozy for my first and I told him I'd heard that all day long! I was already convinced that they were all dead on in telling me that. Well, Joe did a wonderful thing. He pushed me when he saw I was slowing down, and he encouraged me to get to certain points on the course. He said he's run Ohlone 18 times and has seen something new and different on the course each year. So cool! He's tough, though. There were times when he actually yelled at me to get going. At first I was irritated because who was this guy yelling at me? He didn't even know me. And I was tired. I wanted to say, "Look dude, run on and leave me alone," but then I realized he wanted to see me succeed at Ohlone. He said, "I don't know if this matters to you, but you're the 5th woman right now and the 4th woman is only about 200 meters ahead of you." With that, I got another wind and left him.
Shortly after I left Joe, I came upon my Ohlone good luck charm,
Catra! I told her that if I saw her on the trail while she was doing her 100 miles, I would take it as a sign of good luck. And it was! She also told me about being the 5th woman, and encouraged me to try to catch the one ahead of me. Catra, you were fantastic out there! I'm so happy for your accomplishment!!!
I saw the 4th woman many times from there to the last aid station. She looked strong. She pumped her arms as she power walked the steep uphills and as soon as she got to a runnable portion, she wasted no time and took off. Damn! The closest I got to her was within 100 yards. I never did catch her.
Anyway I wouldn't see Joe for a while, but I would meet him again before the finish line. For a while I ran downhill and it was really just HURTING my feet. But I kept telling myself that my LEGS felt great and who cares about irritating blisters and toe nails, and then I'd push on.
I passed right by the self service water pump at Stewart's Camp (mile 23.6) because I didn't even see it. Running this downhill section was okay. I think I just felt numb. Lucky for me I still had enough fluid to get me through to Schlieper Rock (mile 25.65). At this aid station I drank more Coke and Sprite, took another S-cap, soaked my head and upper body with a sponge (which I had done at every aid station prior), and ate more food. A male volunteer asked me if Glorybelle was my real name and I said it was. He said, "My wife's name is Glorybelle, too." I thought he was pulling my leg to cheer me up and make me feel better, but he wasn't! He told me she spelled it differently and went by "Gloria" but that her name was the same as mine. Small world after all!
I quickly asked another volunteer how much downhill was left. He said that I was about to embark on a single track, steep downhill for a while and that I could make up some time. Little did he know that downhills were my weakness. He then said I'd hit a fire road and head uphill. It would feel like fire because there was no shade and it's steep climb. I was actually okay with that. Then he said, "And after that, it's 2 miles downhill into the finish." I almost cried right then and there. I couldn't even fathom more downhills. I already had hamburger toes.
I headed out and before I knew it, I was on the single track. BRUTAL. STEEP. Downright scary for me. I prayed and prayed. I think my Garmin said -40% several times during this downhill section. I was slowing way down because I was afraid of flying off the side of the mountain into a ravine. My feet were on fire. I just told myself that it probably felt worse than it actually was. Joe and another male runner that I had passed way back when went flying past me as soon as I saw a safe spot to step off the trail. Joe yelled as he flew by, "Come on, get going!" Hahaha, damn that Joe! ;)
I was so happy to see the little stream at the bottom and the immediate, steep uphill portion of the trail across the water. The other man that passed me on the downhill plunked himself right down into the water and I was tempted. I said, "I wish I could do that, but I just want to get this over with." I wasn't kidding. At this point, I was just ready to be done. I was barely making it up the hills, shuffle walking is what I'd call it. There was no more power in my walk. Finally I hit a flatter portion of the trail that I could run. Well, barely jog is more like it. It was in full sunlight, no shade, high up on a ridge. The views were beautiful but I was too pooped to even enjoy them. I was so relieved to make it to the mile 29 Aid Station at Stromer Spring.
I soaked my body with a sponge, ate, drank, tried to work up a smile for the volunteers. The guy from the stream came into the station, went off to the side and puked. Then he got fluids and a little food. Damn these ultra types are TOUGH! I needed to suck it up and go. I took a deep breath, looked at all of them with fear in my eyes and said, "Okay, off I go." They said, "Don't worry, just 2 miles of all downhill." OH I CRINGED WHEN THEY SAID THE D-WORD!
As soon as I headed down it felt like my right pinky toe nail popped off and was cutting into my toe. I tried to run through it but it felt like a thumbtack was embedded in the tip of my toe. Boo hoo. I plopped my sorry butt down on the dirt and pulled off my shoe, then gaiter, then sock. The nail was still on but looked like it was lifted off the nail bed, and the blister that had formed all around it was just so nasty. At this time the male runner from the stream, who puked, ran by and asked if I was okay. I said, "I think my toe nail is about to pop off. Should I just pull it?" He said, "Nah, do it later. Who needs toe nails anyway?" And he was off. Freaking stud! With that I told myself to harden the fu** up.
I got everything back on as fast as I could and just ran down the hill as fast as I could without screaming in pain from the fire in both my shoes. Two miles of downhill to go. I kept telling myself that it should take no more than 20 minutes (if I walked). I knew I wouldn't walk though, so I'd finish even faster. That was my way of getting through it.
Then JOE caught me! It was so good to see him. This is where he got really tough with me though. Kept yelling my name this time and telling me to speed up, tuck my hips forward and lean into the downhill. Ha! Right. Mentally I was done. I think at one point I yelled back very sarcastically, "Yea, Joe. Okay." He would not leave me alone though, God bless him! He said, "Come ON. Two laps around the track to go. You can do that. Anybody can do that. Let's give them a show." Then he took off and I tried to keep up. He was awesome! I finished a few seconds behind him, and he was so gracious afterward. He immediately turned and shook my hand and congratulated me for finishing my first ultra!
I crossed the line in 6:45:36, 5th female, 31st overall, 2nd in age group and Female Rookie of the Year for being the first ultra-rookie to cross the finish line. Talk about being stoked! All the pain was worth it. I had finished my first ultra!
Steve from the Runner's World Forums had told me about the Rookie of The Year in the week before the race and I jokingly said I would go for it, but never did I think I'd actually get it! Thanks Steve for the heads up.
I met the woman I couldn't catch on the course. She finished strong in 6:38. Clare came in about 3 minutes after I finished. We all looked relieved. Clare said Ohlone was the most difficult 50K she'd ever run. That made me feel even better the effort I put forth out there. :) Mike finished in the top 50 at 7:28 and took Male Rookie of the Year! Danny finished in 7:53. The heat took its toll on him and thankfully he's okay. Two runners had to be airlifted of the course to nearby hospitals. One was still in the ICU as I type this. My prayers are with him (his name is Steve).
My husband said it was 97 degrees when he pulled into the finish line area down by the lake. I can only guess that it was much hotter up on the mountain ridges where we were running. It was a beautiful and brutal day all at the same time. I learned that ultra runners ARE special. I had always heard that they had a friendlier demeanor among us runners, and that they had a wonderful spirit. I heard that they were always supportive of each other, even in the dead heat of competition. And all the things I heard were absolutely correct! I was so happy to have run Ohlone with such a wonderful group of people. The course might have scared me away from ultras, but the people will definitely draw me back! But I think I'll pick an easier course next time. :)
Thanks to all the race organizers and volunteers for putting on a top notch trail ultra. Your smiling faces and incredible help at all the aid stations kept pushing me forward. Definitely one race I'll never forget.
And thanks to my sweet hubby and children for being there at the finish. I couldn't keep up this crazy hobby without your love! By the way,
my hubby popped 5 blisters for me when we got home. What a champ!
Mike, Victoria (from Runner's World forums), Catra (dirtdiva), me and Danny at the post race picnic.
