Post-awesome depression.
3 hours ago
I had a nice visit with my friend
Sara, but as the hill grew steeper, I couldnt keep up with her , so had to
temporarily "unfriend" her as I struggled up the long incline. I also had a brief chat with my training
partner Lara as she passed, and then met several others on route. Up I went, through
fields of beautiful yellow flowers, looking back to the valley views below. As
usual, my calf siezed up, then my foot went numb. I kept run/hiking, pondering
"if it was circulatory would my toes fall off if I kept going?" Thankfully , I got my feeling back on a nice
flat section. Another little hill, then the first aid station! It was well used
as the heat of the day came down upon us earlier than expected.
THE SECOND STAGE (to 17 mi aid station) started
off on a hot, dry road, ugh...
Thankfully it tucked back into a little hilly trail that led me out to a knoll
with amazing vistas up TWO valleys! The knoll, the valleys, the flowers- I
broke out in song "the hills are alive with the sound of music". With
pure glee I barrelled down the fun single track, wahooing away, feeling at one
with nature, folicking in the woods. At the bottom of the hill, about 14 miles
in, my legs were telling me to stop having so much fun and slow down or they'll
blow up. So, I took it easy to the 17 mi aid station, where I spent an
extraordinary amount of time reuelling, refilling my pack and dousing myself
with water as I was feeling the heat at 1 pm. Spring training in Vancouver did
not prepare me at all for the heat the
day.
Not only huge yellow flowers, but purple lupines, and some white
cactus type flowers. Of couse cactus type flowers, cuz it was so HOT, and there
was no cover. The heat was getting to
me, literally, as my quads started cramping. Yikes, I've never cramped in a 50
km, let alone only 3.5-4 hours in! So I started taking my salt tablets every
1/2 hr instead of hourly, simply because I would cramp up every half hour. After pushing through one of the many cow gates,
and climbing over a fence using some man
made steps, I was getting that real cowboy feeling of Winthrop!
trail, even the flowers were wilted
and curled up! Rounding the corner, I see runners comming down a steep hill and
signs for an out and back. Argh!. Too steep for me to run, and feeling a bit woozy,I concede to
powerhike it. It was one of those relentless, character building hills, where you think you're summiting it only to
see the next wave of people getting smaller and smaller as they go up into the
distance (Insert more F-bombs here).
I let gravity pull me down the hill as fast
as I could control! Essentially a controlled fall. Hitting the road at the bottom was like,
well, hitting a road... and Wading through thigh high pavement. Meeting some
friends and family on the road was a huge boost...amazing how things like that
pick you up. On the 1 mile trail to the finish I chose to run in the sun, walk
in the shade. Crossing the finish line
in 5:20, I exclaim "wheres the lake!".
As per usual, Rainshadow running put out a
beautiful, well marked course with great post race festivities, laidback supportive atmosphere, and pre dravvn prizes. I've done 2 of his races and highly recommend his series!
I started with a 5km, then 10 km, worked up to 50 kms, and a few 50 milers ....usually finishing midpack to top 10. I was super keen initially, but I realized that to REALLY excell at running and 'place' I had to make MAJOR committments. Plus I did not want to continue to give up my entire weekend training for longer distances at the expense of my family/social life, and... just so many OTHER things I want to do in life.
You get to stand outside that fishbowl and look in. You truly appreciate how hard it is for the elites, as much as the last place finishers.. AND you have EQUAL respect for them ALL ! I shake my head at how I was once hard on myself for a not so great run, when I've seen people go thru tougher times and still finish, sure, not top place finishers, but top notch runners!
b) To Enjoy the scenery Somehow in my maturity, I can now accept however I finish in a race. I 
My friends also INSPIRE me. Some have gone through tougher times than myself, some are newbies
On review of my past events in prep for this blog , I realize that in the last 2-3 years, I've entered almost
I tried to get a team together, it fell apart, so I ran the whole damn 50 miles myself. Great personal experience, but I was too tired at the end to go to the party!


Fifth Leg: He hands off to ROB who also rocked it with a great time on his 13 km run. We planned on exchanging his timing chip for my hotel room key so he could shower after. I changed plans last minute- not too wise mid race. Fun confusion as he handed me the chip and waited for the room key, but I took off! (he got the room key in the end, and thankfully showered)
Seventh Leg: I handed off to a smiling MARC who ripped up a great time of 13 kms in the SUN to hand off to his wife at the end.
Open road in the heat of the day- woot! (not) I was feeling pretty low at this point. I knew I had to cover this forest service road 3 times, and it really brought me down. I pulled out a sponge that I packed for this section, dipped it in the river, dabbing it on my face/ head, bragging to another runner (Downie) " I may not be fast, but at least I'm going 5-star" . So, back up to 2046 feet I go on yet more beautiful singletrack . I loved the trail named 'Freds" on the way down-woot !
Having a week to process this, I thought I would make note of "things I learned" from my first 50 mile run for future reference: