Our team competed in the "ultra" division, and thus consisted of just six runners, rather than the usual 12, with each of us running a total of six legs. We elected to run two legs at a time, so we each had three separate runs, several hours apart. Some of the other ultra teams tried running one leg at a time, meaning that each runner had six separate runs. That wouldn't have worked well for me, as I brought fresh clothes for each of my legs.
|Neil, Meganne, Steve, Dennis, Andee and Jack|
Neil and Dennis both had tough days. Neil sprained an ankle early on, but hung in there to finish all his legs -- then missed his next two races. Dennis, who had gamely agreed to fill in at the last minute, felt sick, but also hung in.
Jack, as usual, managed to exceed my high expectations. He ran longer than any of us, including a tough leg in the Corona heat, similar to my first leg, yet somehow he resurrected himself to fly through his final leg in San Diego on Saturday morning. And, as always, he did it with a smile from start to finish.
My first leg was a challenge, 12.5 miles in 95 degrees through Corona. I felt ok for the first mile or two, but then the heat started to take its inevitable toll. Running along at about 7:00 per mile went from feeling quite comfortable to moderately difficult, and, by mile 10 or so, quite difficult indeed. I even walked a bit on two of the final uphills, and my overall pace was closer to 7:10 by the end. Thankfully, the Ragnar staff compensated for the heat as best they could be providing three extra water stops along the way.
I also had two wildlife encounters in my first leg, one with a bee and one with a snake. Most folks would much rather deal with the harmless bee rather than a potentially deadly snake, but not I. I've always been mildly afraid of bees, and have often made a fool of myself by taking extraordinary evasive measures to avoid their tiny stingers. Usually, my efforts are successful; this was only the third time in my life I've been stung. Snakes, on the other hand, fascinated me as a young boy, and I've never been afraid of them, even when I probably should be.
But on this day, neither the menacing bee nor the not-so-menacing snake caused me any real trouble. I didn't notice that the bee landed on my neck until it stung me. The sting only hurt for a few minutes, and it gave me a great excuse in case I didn't run well, so I wasn't terribly bothered by it. A short while later I saw the serpent, a harmless 1.5 foot gopher snake, slithering across the bike path. On another day I would have stopped and had a look at him, perhaps urged him to move along into the bushes before some less snake-tolerant individual caused him some harm.
My second leg was at about 3:45am, by which time the temperature had dropped by 40 degrees. I think I ran from Carlsbad into Lake San Marcos, based on my watch data, but all I remember was how cool, foggy and pleasant it was. I ran 6:46 pace comfortably for 8.5 miles.
My final leg was just short of 17 miles, starting around noon in Fiesta Island and finishing in Chula Vista. A couple of hours before I ran, I was wondering how I could complete 17 miles, other than at a jog. I had decided to run no faster than 7:30 per mile no matter what, and was targeting 8:00 per mile average. But then I saw Jack running his final leg, right before mine. He blew through the midway point, looking great and close to 7:00 minute pace. I have to admit that, as much as I love Jack and enjoy watching him succeed, I do get competitive with him. Or maybe I don't want to be left behind. Either way, I upped my expectations, and started out at 7:00 pace once again. It wasn't until about 11 miles that I started to struggle, but I was able to maintain more or less, and finished at 7:07 average.
Ragnar took at least as much out of me as the American River 50 Miles. No damage, but I was drained for an entire week. Nevertheless, I'm already looking forward to the next one. In the meantime, that idea of competing in a 50 miler keeps recurring. I ran 38 miles at about 7:10 pace average in 24 hours. Maybe I'm ready.