I was in the 6th and final 6.5 mile loop; it was about 2:30
in the morning. I had just downed the
last 8 ounces of a Starbucks Frappuccino, some blue Gatorade; a few bites of
potato dipped in salt and 2 chunks of dill pickle… the final bit of fuel to get
myself to the end of this 39 mile test.
And I was stalled!!! Could not
start running, my stomach was full of liquids and gunk, telling me, “if you
even think you are going to pick up the pace….. We will give you other
plans!” Two choices: hike and hope it
gets better or turn around and go back to the Start/Finish line and call it a
night. How did I get here, again?
My Arizona running, while it has been an almost exclusive
singular pursuit, with exception to when Amelia (2) comes along, has been some
of the most rewarding, thought provoking, reflective and meditative activities
I have ever taken on in my life. I
always say this… “That many have gone to the desert in particular times in
their life (think Biblical) not necessarily because they wanted to, but because
they NEEDED to. The awe and wonder that
you can get out here by being truly engaged in the sunrise or sunset, or in
“the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air”. It’s magical. That is if you can break away
from the fact your hair is on fire…literally on fire. I love running on my local paved trail,
which I still refer to as the Monon. (Our old rail trail in Indy, which is
takes its name from a Potawatomi word for “swift running”. I love running up on the hills and mountains. Anywhere, it’s my medicine, it’s my
brainstorming place, it’s my meditation… it’s my prayer.
Slowly, but surely I have been jumping into some races out
here. I ran a bold 50K in the mountains
behind my house. I trained hard, ran
smart, and with 2 miles to go I gave it all I had up the final mountain climb,
in an effort to bag a momentous 15th place! However, like an engine out of oil I seized
half way up. The guys that smartly hiked
gave me the nod… like it was a good effort, “Sorry you blew up, but we’ll be
passing you now!” I find no shame in
playing as hard as you can!
The Vertigo Night Run 63K (roughly 39 miles) was held out in
White Tank Mountain Park… or jus the White Tanks. Living in Chandler, I have only gotten out
that way a few times, not to run, but every time, I saw that range and thought
that was some place to get to. So when I
saw this race, I was instantly intrigued.
I am training for some goals in the fall… and this mileage, the course
and the fact that it was being held at night (5 am) cut-off had me sold. The race is held by a Company (AravaipaRunning), whose races I really enjoy. Its owned by two brothers, who are inspiring
runners: and that translates and ebbs from the races they hold. They always have great swag, good food, and
they know what a good course is!
The one question left to answer at the starting line, was
something I gleaned off a much better runner than myself…am I ”participating”
or am I “competing” in this race. There
is a definite difference. You need to go
out there and decide, am I going out to do my best, or am I just going out to
chill, knock out the miles, eat some
M&M and be groovy. Now when I say
compete, make no mistake this plow horse is under no delusions that he will
make the run for the Roses, BUT can I push myself, lay it all on the line… and
pass that very last bugger that might just happen to be in front of me. Playing hard is half the fun…. Each and every time, I pay my money; I answer
that question… and because I am paying, usually means I’m racing!
So the race started at 7:00 pm, I have been doing most of my
running and especially long runs at night, not going much past midnight, but I
figured it would be K for close. I
didn’t get a final read at the temp, but I think the car was showing in the low
100’s. Its funny after one year living
in the desert, the heat was the last thing I was thinking about. I’ll be honest and say that trails at night
and stepping on a Diamondback has been more my preoccupation. But with an 8 dollar upgrade to my
pre-purchased lamp and the thought that there will be a bunch of people running
on the 6.5 mile loop, I reassured myself that the coast would be clear.
I don’t know what fast people do, but my mental approach to
one of these races is to just stay in the present, don’t try to think out to
mile 35; you are here at the start… no more.
I have an inner Tyler Durden about to put lye on my hand, yelling at me
“Don’t go to center, this is you pain, embrace it” So that’s what I focused on… and frankly, it’s
not as bad as lye on your hand! The race
starts and I search for a rhythm. The
sun is still up, it will be gone in an hour, I keep my steps as light as a 200
pounder can… keeping the cadence up.
The trail is nice and wide, it’s a mountain bike sprint course, or
something like that, so as I survey the land and just tell myself that someone
is able to get a bike around this place so it can’t be too bad. It isn’t too bad, it’s runnable, and once
the darkness comes, it will cool down a little and should get nice!
One lap down, and the sun was setting, the sweat was
evaporating nicely, keeping all systems good and functioning. I have gotten to a point where I just carry
water with me if I know aid stations are within reach. I find if I carry Gatorade or anything like
that, I take in too much and that just
turns my stomach, I go with the plan of picking what I want at the stop, and
then just have water for carrying. It
works well because I never have this “panic” that there is some magic solution I
“must” have! The first 2 laps I knock out
in 1:07 and 1:10, respectively. (A
little more than 10:25 minute/mile pace)
I felt fine the whole time through laps 3 and 4, though I do have to
confess to at times the Angel on my shoulder was telling me it was “OK, to bag
it for the night, and go get some fries and a chocolate shake. But instead I told her that we just need to
get through the Marathon mark. If I got
that far, I won’t want to quit…..Riiiiiight!!!!!
In one of the more awesome none running related happenings…
I saw a giant fireball coming down from the sky… like picture the moon on fire
flying across the sky. I really had no
ability to express how cool it was to the blessed guys working the aid station. (Bless you guys) But it was like the Almighty
coming down and saying you will stay out here and finish this Race! So I
come into the end of my 4th lap a little pumped up. Instead of fueling up on the blue Gatorade,
and rest of my Starbucks Frappuccino that I had packed in my drop bag, I read a
text from Rose, that the kids seemed to be pretty much in good shape. So with that concern out of my mind I darted
out on to the course with 2 full water bottles and no other calories… with 4 miles
to the next aid station.
I got back out onto the trail and 5 minutes in, realized
what I did. I have to tell you, it was not an easy
lap. Not that a handful of gummi worms
was going to make it better. But I think
the thought process of knowing you’re out of gas and you have nothing to fuel
up with, while proceeding onto your 30th mile, starts to weigh on
you. So it wasn’t pretty. My fifth lap, I came in around 1:35; almost a
half hour slower than my first. So what
did I do to get ready for the 6th and final lap? I
OVERCOMPENSATED. I chugged the blue
stuff and got crazy on the Frappuccino… oh and yeah, pickles seemed like a good
choice! So there I was trudging back
onto the course. Full bloated gut,
cursing myself! (But at least I wasn’t sleepy!)
I stopped for one second, starred at the brilliant starry Arizona sky
and made the quick decision of either to head the hell back or start “hiking” forward
till I could run again.
I chose the latter, in about 10 minutes I was able to get my
legs back under me. And at this point in
the race I seemed to be the only person out there… just me, on a dark trail
trying not to wake up a rattlesnake. I
dug in and got across the line… at about 4:00am, 9 hours and 5 minutes. It wasn’t the pace that I hoped or thought I
could pull off, but being that 34 started the race, and only 14 completed all 6
loops… I must have done something right.
For a Dad of 3 that has to work, travel, cut the grass, blow-off the
rocks… or whatever the hell you’re supposed to do with desert scape, I’m proud of the effort. Now back to running with Boo Boo and
listening for the Almighty, as I train for the next adventure!
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