Leaving work much later then I wanted to Thursday afternoon didn't stop Michele and I from arriving in Gunnison, CO around 9pm. A good nights sleep followed by some lazy time, an easy run and an ice bath Friday morning led to a 1pm arrival to a sunny, clear and almost hot Lake City, Colorado.
Bib pick up, bag drop off, pasta dinner and an early bed time at the surprisingly nice Matterhorn Hotel was the best I could have asked for Friday night. Up by 3:30am, at the Armory by 4:50AM and running at 5am. Times that follow are approximate but good enough for me.
Alpine Aid - 2 hours in: While the first 3 miles might be the most uneventful, I found them to be wonderful. 200 people, running in the dark all with the single goal of running 50 miles thru the San Juan's. Some where here to lay down the hammer (congrats to Dakota Jones and Darcy Africa on their impressive wins) while others (like myself) where looking to cross the finish line in one piece.
From the get go, the aches and pains I've been experiencing over the past week plus were still there. There was no way of avoiding them so my goals within the first mile were to run extremely conservative, drink liquids, stay up with the carb intake and have as much fun as possible.
Heading up to Alpine was gorgeous. Portions of this climb are extremely runnable (which I didn't do since I was holding back) and the creek crossings were unfortunately uneventful. The sun finally greeted us 7+ miles in just as I approached tree line. A mile plus venture above treeline lead to the first major descent into Williams aid station. A decent I would normally bomb but didn't. Mile 13 lead to my first pit stop. Let's just say I was THANKFULL I packed in some TP moments before leaving the hotel room.
Williams - 4 hours in: A very slow time but one I was extremely happy with considering the circumstances. Honestly felt like I'd hardly done much work. My time spent in the aid station was minimal and I was able to cruise to the Carson turn off pretty quickly passing a good 10 runners, not to mention the 20 or so sitting around at Williams. The climb up to Carson was crazy steep. Again, portions were runnable but yet again I held back. I just stuck with my power hiking passing another 5 folks as we arrived to Carson.
Carson - 5 hours 30 minutes in: I felt really strong since leaving Williams and wasted little time in Carson. A slice of watermelon, refill of the 2 water bottles and was back at it with the power hiking. Before I knew it I saw my first Colorado Trail trailmaker. Then I was passing Coney Peak and it dawned on me I was at the highest point of the course. I stopped for a good few minutes and just soaked it all in. Uncompahgre Peak to the north. Red Cloud to the west. The Grenadiers to the southwest. Powderhorn Wilderness to the east. I could have spent all day soaking in the views from this amazing vantage point. Hardly a cloud in the sky and a nice cool stiff wind at my back. Then I remembered I was in a race and got back after it.
Divide - 8 hours in?: Cruising into the Divide aid station came at a perfect time. I spent a good 5 minutes here chatting it up, eating watermelon, drinking liquids and eating some PB&J before heading out. And for the first time all day my body got tired. I found my powerhike slowing down and my downhill running not so enjoyable. The next 9 miles were uneventful. Not due to the amazing views but more to the body slowing giving up on me. Then within a mile of Slum, my first stomach issue. Was it the PB&J? Couldn't be the water intake cause I've gone number 1 a half dozen times to this point. Or the blocks cause I was chomping them down consistently. Then the stomach just about barfed at the thought of anything but water.
Slum - 10 hours 15 minutes: I could hear this aid station from a good distance away. Pretty pumped to get in as my wife was hanging out ready to offer up some support. Some more watermelon, some water and some cup of noddles. Figured the stomach could handle this. 5 minutes spent here at most. Kissed Michele good bye, thanked everyone and ran across 149 and took 10 running steps downhill. Then I barfed. And barfed again and again and again. A good 10 minutes hunched over a tree letting out every fluid out of my body.
Now not only was I pretty tired, but I just emptied out the tank. The uphill to Vickers, while beautiful, hurt. No energy in the body meant a slow walk. A few more vomit sessions here and there and finally got to the top of the climb to yak yet again. Stomach was in operation shut down. Guessing I spent a good 45 minutes throwing pretty much nothing up.
Laid low at the Vickers Aid station for a good 10 minutes drinking a little flat coke. Sitting around got boring so I just got up and gave it all I got. The running downhill was slow but manageable. Views of Lake City pumped me up and the thought of finishing finally crossed my mind. That was all the motivation I needed to bring it home.
Finish - 13 hours 35 minutes in: Yup, it took me that long to finish off the last 10 miles! Almost comical. Stomach holds on tight and I finsih at least an hour sooner. But who the hell cares. Yeah I do I guess, but Michele didn't. Neither did the volunteers, or the family and friends of my fellow runners or the locals of Lake City.
Gotta love the post game pose of laying on the ground after finishing the race. Seemed to be a common theme among many folks. Maybe 10 minutes after finishing the race I got hungry. So I ate, drank, ate some more. Guess the stomach was coming around. Odd how it went and came back around so quick. Then I took a shower, picked up some more liquids and off to this great joint for more beer and brats!
Slept great, packed up and headed off to the breakfast ceremony Sunday morning. I have to hand it to all those that make this race possible. Each and every single volunteer made for such a fantastic race. As tough as the race was, I loved every second I was out there. Yeah physically I was beat up, but mentally, I didn't have a down moment. And the fellow runners. Meet up with a few old friends and meet so many wonderful new faces. The passion for this sport by so many folks is why I come back for more.
A few fun stats:
# of 22 ounce bottles consumed = 9+
# of block packs consumed = 5
# of GU's = 0
# of socks changed = 0. Yup, I packed in 3 pairs and wore the same pair the whole race and the feet never were an issue. Gotta love them Injini's.
So what's next? Who know's. I got nothing on the calendar and will leave it like that for a few weeks. For now I got a finishers hat that I was so exicted to hand off to Jim L., my father in law. Yet another trip to the San Juans that exceeded all my expectations.
