As for me the highlights of the weekend were getting to Steamboat and home quickly on the drive, 3:55 and 3:45 respectively. Seeing the trees in color on the more beautiful parts of the course and of course getting to pace someone their last 30 miles of their first 100 was pretty cool in and of itself. Ben was awesome to run with and I can honestly say that everything which was runnable those last 30+ miles he made sure to take advantage of.
So without anymore of my needless rambling here is Ben Lawellin's account of his race.
Ben coming into Steamboat to finish, about mile 96. |
Run
Rabbit Run
Wow, I’m still blown away. It was so long, so committing and I’m just
talking about what it took to get to the start line! The run itself was all those things as well,
but infinitely more intense. The
official statistics were 101.9 miles, around 20,000 feet of elevation
gain. Unofficially many runners say it
was a couple miles longer, with their GPS’s saying ~107-113 miles. It took me 32 hours 10 minutes and 34 seconds
to complete. It was a great feeling to
pass over the finish line, but the emotions had been pouring out of me for some
time in the last 6 or so miles. The last
mile is when they became a flood, tears welled up in my eyes as Andy and I came
down the last bit of trail; running in a loose relaxed fashion for the first
time in many hours and many miles. Coming across the line I was thankful to be
done. They say ultra-running is like
hitting yourself with a hammer, it feels really good when you stop. It leaves a mark too.
My sister asked me if I had fun and I told her
yes, in a way. It is hard to explain why
running long distances is fun. Most people cannot believe that such a thing
could be fun, but I and countless others feel that it is. You could say that the kind of fun that is
100 miles is a kind of fun that is not cheap and easy, it must be earned. It is also not for everyone. It could have to do with the concept of
rationality. In our society we try to
rationalize our behavior, and ultra-running certainly does not fit into a nice
neat box of rationality. However I would
question if what people generally think of as fun fits into rationality. If wasting one’s life away in front of a
television is fun then ultra-running is Kant.
THE
RACE
We started
at 0800 Friday morning at the base of Steamboat Springs Ski Area and proceeded
to head straight up the ski runs to the tip top of the mountain. Several people got lost when the course
markings pointed to the wrong way and many racers ended up going a few extra
miles. I luckily went the right
way. From the top of the ski area we
followed the Mountain View Trail to the Long Lake Aid Station, passing the Fish
Creek Falls trail in the process which we would have to back track to after
checking in at Long Lake. During this section
I ran with two guys, Richard and Doug(?).[1] Good conversation was had going down, but we
split up at the High School. Going down
Fish Creek Falls is a pretty spectacular bit of running. It is very steep, very rocky and has some
pretty good exposure in some places; a misstep would have had fairly high
consequences. I was pretty happy to get
this over with early in the race as later on my legs would probably not have
been up to the challenge and I would have walked a lot of it. My left knee and right hip flexor were
hurting quite a bit coming down this and it was making me worry about my
chances of finishing later. Eventually
the pain went away and did not bother me again until I finished.
From the bottom of Fish Creek Falls the course
followed some paved roads into town and I met Dad at Olympian Hall for the
first time. Running through town sucked
and I was a bit confused on where to go.
Apparently many other runners had the same problems. I was not too happy about the pavement and
sidewalks either. Dad filled up my
bottles and I swabbed the boys with Body Glide, ate some more, and took off onto
the Emerald Mountain part of the course.
From here the course went straight up Howelsen Hill Ski Area’s steepest,
grassiest run and then grinded up the rest of the mountain on the well named “Lane
of Pain”. A long singletrack downhill
deposited me on Cow Creek Road where it was very hot. I filled up my bottles with ice at the aid
station and speed walked/ate up the road.
Eventually I met up with Abby, who I would run with most of the way back
to Olympian Hall.
My stomach was hurting pretty good coming into
Olympian Hall and a bathroom break was a high priority coming into the aid
station. It was really good to see Dad,
Meagan, Joe, and Carrie there too. It
was definitely a good morale booster to see them. Filling up on water, food and fresh clothes I
journeyed off into the twilight for the return trip up Fish Creek Falls. As darkness descended I would get into my
hardest part of the race. It was hard
because it was 1. Dark 2. I ran completely by myself for the next 20
miles 3. Cold. When I left Olympian Hall I forgot to grab
gloves and as I was using handheld water bottles my hands were freezing in what
turned out to be below freezing temperatures.
When I got into Long Lake at mile
48, I struggled to put on some more clothes that I had in my drop bag. Unfortunately no gloves in the bag
though. I got some hot soup in me and
stood by the fire for a bit. I shuffled
out of the AS and the first Hare flew past me like I was standing still. Most of society thinks people who run 100
miles for fun are freaks, so the elite athletes who do this regularly and quite
quickly must be super-freaks, Rick James style.
Pushing up the road to from Long Lake to Summit
Lake was a pretty dark time, both in spirits, body and in reality as it was the
middle of the night. I was cold, tired
and alone. I could see headlamps way in
front of me and nothing behind me. It
was very hard to keep running and really to keep going. After the Summit Lake aid station, I had 8
downhill miles to Dry Lake and my first pacer.
Generally I could run this in an hour or so, but in this condition it
took right about 2 hours. Running down
hill was particularly rough on the quads and combined with it being cold, after
midnight and painful; this was the lowest point of the race for me. I was having all sorts of negative thoughts,
thinking of dropping, being pissed at myself, thinking this was stupid and
telling myself that I was not strong enough to carry on.
I got into the aid station in a haze. I walked right past Carrie without even
recognizing her or the awesome sign that everyone had created with glow
sticks. I walked to the food table and
started eating while my crew took care of all my little details. Their kind words helped my spirits recover,
or at least distracted me from my negative attitude. Meagan and I took off down the Spring Creek
trail, where she counted all the bridges we crossed (15?). She told me stories and made me run
everything I could, that more than anything helped my spirits improve. When we got to the High School at the bottom
of Spring Creek, my stomach rebelled and I had to hang out in the john for a
bit. We took off out the aid station
back up Spring Creek, where we counted down the bridges to the top. As we crested the hill, the sun was coming up
and it was pretty cool.
Holy Crap!
I only have 30 miles to go! I
changed my shoes one last time, and ate some real food. I can’t remember why or how it came up but I
told Joe that I have no skills at eating Ramen noodles. Andy and I shuffled out of the aid station
and began the long slog up Buffalo Pass to Summit Lake. After seeing Buffalo Pass both ways, I can
honestly say I hate Buffalo Pass. It was
the crappiest part of the route. I mean
of all the places in Steamboat, why did the RD choose this! It sucked, but I eventually made it to the
top. At Summit Lake I shed clothes and
began the long shuffle back to Long Lake on the Wyoming Trail.
Andy really made sure I ran everything I
could. Every flat or down hill I “ran”
and hiked the ups. I was not too happy
with the winding nature of the Wyoming Trail.
It looked exactly the same for almost the entire way and did all sorts
of pointless ups and downs, winded around and was definitely not a direct
route. When I ran this during training I
thought it was fast and fun, but after 80 miles of running I had a different
opinion. It is amazing how perspective
can change things. A couple times
earlier I thought I had seen a fox and a few other things. During this section I wanted to see the trail
junction leading to Long Lake so badly my mind kept creating the trail
sign. Every time I came around a corner
I thought I saw the sign. Sometimes it
was big sign; other times a small little one.
Without fail it was not there though no matter how many times my mind
thought it was. I would not call it a
whole blown hallucination, but it was pretty close. Later on I thought I saw a beautifully made
park bench that would have been so nice to take a break on. When Andy moved out of the way, though it
turned out be a log.
When we finally made it to the top of Mt Werner,
there was a final insult where we had to climb a completely unnecessary hill to
the tip top of the ski area to the final aid station. It was just one last obstacle, one last
hurdle to put up with. It was all
downhill to the finish from there.
Thoughts
I finished the race in pretty good form. Andy even commented that I was running with
pretty good form at one point, but that is not what I mean. I only had 3 small, minor blisters, a very
tight right hip flexor and some pain in my left knee, but nothing major. I’m pretty sore right now, very tired and my
feet are still swollen and painful, but that should be expected. I’ve always heard horror stories of people
loosing toe nails and vast quantities of skin; I thankfully did not experience
such things. The pain was quite intense
pretty much from mid-race to the finish.
My quads in particular were screaming at me on any downhill and would
force me to walk in places. That is one
of the clearest memories I have is the pain, it was the most intense and
unrelenting pain I have ever experienced, but I pushed through it. Not always successfully, but I never let it
stop me.
I had
pushed through all the moments of self-doubt; thinking of the possibility of
failure, but never accepting it. I
maintained a fairly positive attitude, with the exception of a few low points
in the middle of the night. What does
this say about me? I can say that
running 100 miles is damn tough; one has to have a certain toughness, both
physically and mentally to even toe the line or sign up. To complete it is even more so. I
think what it says is that I am a survivor.
I might not be the fastest or best at what I do, but I can tough through
adversity and get things done one way or another. This was a quality I developed in the Air
Force and have carried it with me. During
grad school I certainly improved my bull doo doo coping skills. (I still have no Ramen eating skills
though).
Lessons
Learned
One of the key things to these kinds of events and
in my opinion is learning. If the
experience is about learning, then it becomes much more interesting, much more
meaningful, and enjoyable and it sets up a positive mindset for the
experience. It also makes one love the
experience no matter what adversity one experiences. I took this to heart after reading a book
called the Way of the Rock Warrior, which is about mental training for rock
climbers. I took this idea and ran with
it.
What I learned from running 100 miles. Patience, perseverance, discipline; it takes
those to just get to the start line. It
also takes love. One really has to love running, the outdoors, and life
itself. During the race I learned that
my friends and family are invaluable to me.
The help of those both at the race and outside of it were so great. Without the support from those I care about
and that care about me, I don’t think this race, or even getting to the start
line would have been possible. I learned
that when one and others believe in oneself, when you do not doubt yourself,
when you put your mind to something you can accomplish the impossible. I think this is something that I have
struggled with my entire life, I think everyone deals with it in some way; running
100 miles certainly has not cured this, but it has lessened it in some
way.
I think training went pretty well. There were a few downs, I had some Achilles
problems for a while and suspected I was developing plantar fasciitis. I worked through it with some consistent
rehab, stretching and compression. I
suspect I caused this with speed work and in the future I will be more
conservative with this. I’ve never been
great about peaking for races and I probably could have done the taper
differently. I think I should have
tapered later on and in a less dramatic fashion. After my last long run of 60 miles I should
have kept with some consistent training, done a 60-70 mile week instead of a
40. I think I tapered too much and lost too much fitness. I also needed to find a better way to keep
weight on, as I got too skinny. I
probably need to mix in some upper body stuff more too.
During the race, I think I did stuff right. I wanted to run my own race and did not try
to run the pace of other folks. I would
only run with them if it fit what I wanted.
I think I might have pushed the pace a bit coming up the Beale trail on
Emerald Mountain, but that is the only place.
Maybe I went to fast at the start, but I don’t know, maybe. I’m pretty pleased with how I ran.
Is there going to be a future 100?
Not sure right now. It is said that endurance athletes have
crappy memories so maybe. It took so
much effort to train for the race, and the event itself was pretty draining
mentally, emotionally and physically; that I can only do this on now and
then. I’ve had an on again, off again
relationship with ultra-marathons, so expect that to continue.
Thanks to everyone that was at the race and those
that supported me from afar! My crew and
pacers were all awesome and you rock!
Stuff used
From 0-40 mile I ran in just shorts and a
t-shirt. Carried two handheld bottles
and carried gels and bars in my pockets.
Wore New Balance Mt-1010 shoes.
Dry Max socks
40-72 La Sportiva Vertical K shoes
72-finish La Sportiva Fire Blades
Smartwool compression socks from 40 to the finish
Ice breaker ¾ tights in the night
North Face Better than Naked wind jacket at night
Salomon Slab 5 pack after mile 40 to the finish.
Best things to eat: Stinger Energy Chews, ramen soup, mashed
potatoes, PB&J sandwiches. Plain water and SCaps!.
[1] I
could not remember most people’s names so everyone became a Doug by default.
Ben getting it done about mile 80+ early in the morning. He is cruising right a long. |
Good stuff! Congrats, Ben.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Andy, for posting.
Heh, that's awesome! I will make sure to swab my boys next time....perhaps I'll finish ;-)
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