My quads are a bit stiff, despite the ice bath on Saturday when I got home. I did a light workout, 20 minutes of core work, then 10 minutes of stretching my legs. I have a four mile run planned for tomorrow, but that might be a bit ambitious after 31 miles on Saturday. I’m planning on walking a mile or so on the treadmill, then breaking into a slow jog on the tread. Yes, tomorrow is an inside workout-the high heat has hit home (like that??) and it’s going to be really hot tomorrow.
Some race plans have settled.
I am going to West Virginia on August 12, to run the North Fork Mountain Run. It’s either 12 or 24 miles, just a fun out on the hils of WV.
I am on a relay team for the Akron Marathon. I have a 5K leg (on the hilly portion!!) so I have that date set, September 30. This left the other weekends in September to plan for.
I’ve pretty much decided on the Groundhog 50K over in Phil’s hometown of Punxatawney, PA. Then I skip a weekend and run the Youngstown 50K on Sept 23. That would then leave me with the 5K Relay on September 30 and this seems pretty doable.
I was looking at the elevation chart for the Mountain Masochist-I think I need to work on my hill training more!
This was funny, right after Matt’s dream posting..but I had a running dream last night. I dreamt I was at Mohican, but we were running in the winter. I missed the bus that was going to take us to the starting line, because I was fumbling through three separate bags I had brought for my trail shoes. When I got to the spot where the bus was, it was gone! But my friend Ray, was there. He was getting ready to go get breakfast and then go to the race (he’s very mellow.) So I knew Ray would get me to the starting line, so I went off and had pancake breakfast with his family.
So I am out there running today, and I realize I am dressed totally in Under Armour. I have underwear, running bra, shorts, top, all Under Armour. I think next time I am garbed in this gear I will take a pic and send to Under Armour and tell them they should make me a “real life” model of someone who wears their product. Or at least give me a free shirt or shorts out of it!
I thought of that title out on the trail today..I had plenty of time to think about stuff, considering I spent 8 hours 30 minutes or so out on the trails!!
The Good: I finished the race. I met old friends. I made new friends. I had a great time!
The bad: Well, actually nothing but maybe my time..more about that below. The weather was bad, but I don’t consider that, because it was exactly what Ohio weather is in high summer: hot and humid.
The muddy: The trail of course! Slick, slippery mud in many parts. I almost took a nice face plant in a pool of mud but recovered in the nick of time.
This was the Buckeye Trail 50K Trail Race, run on the Buckeye Trail, in Ohio, a hiking trail which winds around the whole state of Ohio. This was the 13th running, and from the veterans, the 3rd muddiest and the 2nd hottest.
I saw lots of old friends from Mohican before the race, and starting talking to the woman who pulled her vehicle in next to me, Nancy. This was her first ultra run, and she actually has a summer cottage down by where I live!
The race starts and I spend the first 3 hours running with Ron, a Mohican runner and we had both cleared trail at Mohican a few weekends ago. After he stopped and turned back, the run wasn’t so fun, it was hot and humid. I caught up with another guy, Mike, another Mohican runner I hadn’t met before, and we ran together for a few hours.
This was an out and back, so I saw most of the field run past me, because I was pretty much at the very back of the pack. The conditions were getting to me (it was about 90 degrees out), and I just tried to stay hyrdated and wondered when I was ever going to get to the turnaround point! There were some nice highlights, though, a few runners stopped me on the trail and asked if I was Kimba, they had read my various posts throughout the internet on Mohican, I was feeling like a (minor) celebrity! And now I have a few more names to go with faces too!
We finally hit the turnaround, and I start feeling more chipper, knowing I’m halfway there. But I stop at the 20 mile mark, where there’s a real restroom, and see that I’m pretty dehyrdated. I try to load up on fluids, but for the first time, a few miles later, I feel a cramp in my quad. This is interesting, I’ve never had this before! I take 2 Succeed capsules, drink a bunch of water and try and hold on til the last aid station. Here I drink a whole bottle of Heed, and get both one bottle of water and the other of Heed.
This is the last aid station, we’ve only got 10K to go. A guy in a green shirt is right in front of me, and I keep catching up to him as he walks alot. I finally comment that “his fast walk is about as fast as my shuffle”. He tells me he is hurt, his foot is hurting, and he is walking. He was going to drop at the last aid station, but saw me and another guy go on, so he went on too. Meanwhile, I’m walking with him, and I decide to just walk the rest of the race in with him. We’re already at 7.5 hours or so, so time is no longer much of an issue. So we chat and walk the rest of the way in, finishing in around 8 hours 30 minutes!
Then I notice Nancy, the newby ultra runner, vehicle, is still next to mine. What? She’s still out there? I ask Vince, the RD, and yes, she’s still on the course, with one other runner. I tell Vince I might go back out and find her and pace her in, and he looks at my tired little body and says he’ll go try and pace in the last runners if I will watch the clock and his stuff. So I got to be ex-officio RD for a half-hour! Woohoo!
Nancy finally comes in at 9 hours 43 minutes, what a tough lady for sticking out on a very hot course for her first trail run! I hope she does more, she has guts and determination. She’s happy that I waited on her, but I was already there, I wanted her to have some cheering when she came in, and I was really proud of her! I give her my contact info and head out for some food and head home.
Whew! Long day. Good run. I almost had some problems with dehyrdation but handled it. I got some blisters, in new spots! But my feet were wet after mile 4 or so, and the mud didn’t help. A good endurance run, good time on my feet.
Now I have run a 50K in 15 F and 90 F. I need to find a nice 50K in temps around 50F or so!
Trail conditions for my race tomorrow:
“with the additional rain last nite and possibly more today, plan for a slippery journey. there will be spots that will suck your shoes off your feet and other places where you will slide up and down the hills. i suggest tightening your shoes a bit more, wearing high quality socks, and just trudging through the nastiness. there will be a few river crossings that you may as well just go through. it will clean off your shoes. in addition to that, finding a dry way across them although possible, will waste too much time. its only 31 miles!”
Sounds like fun!!
Today was Rodan’s last day with us. He had been going steadily downhill, not really eating, starting to lose his bowel functions, and then, pretty much going blind. He lasted about two years longer than we thought he would-he was 14. He had been going downhill healthwise since January, and we’ve been on a day-by-day for at least two months now.
So today was the day when his little tail was not curled high, and his breathing was bad. He knew who both Dennis and I was, and I got a little kiss from him. He went very peacefully and surrounded by Dennis and I.
Although there are two younger and spry dogs in the house with us tonight, Sandal and Tino, it’s still strange and lonely without the third dog.
Danny was always my dog, my “baby”, but in the last year or so, after Godzilla died, Danny started spending all his time with Dennis, who works from home, so Danny then became Dennis’ ‘baby’ (which was also fine!) and had a little bed downstairs beside his computer. The two younger dogs were able to romp more without Rodan and he was content to hang out with the humans.
It’s going to be a weird sleep tonight. Rodan has slept at the foot of my bed for 14 years. It’s going to be strange to not have him there.
Wow, what a race! Too bad the webcast was so disjointed.
The pic is David Goggins, who finished 5th overall:
…good article about Goggins below:
December 2, 2005
By Don Norcross
UNION-TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER
At a muscular 195 pounds, David Goggins doesn’t have the typical physique of an ultramarathoner
You look at David Goggins and you think football player. Strong safety. David Boston-like wide receiver. Or you think body builder.
You do not think ultramarathoner.
Ultramarathoners – how shall we delicately phrase this? – look meek and mild. Scrawny and malnourished. Don Knotts runs ultras. Ultramarathoners wear Coke bottle-thick glasses, with pens and pencils stuffed into their front shirt pockets.
David Goggins follows a stern regimen to keep his well-sculpted body in shape.
From his sculpted shoulders, to his chiseled arms and chest, down to his tapered, washboard abs, there is nothing meek about Goggins.
But there he was 13 days ago, running one-mile laps in a 24-hour ultramarathon along Mission Bay’s Hospitality Point, running them like a metronome, one after another in numbing succession.
When Goggins (6 feet 1, 195 pounds) showed up for the San Diego One Day prerace meeting, race director John Metz took one look at him, “And I started to worry,” Metz said. “A guy with all that muscle is going to have a tough time for 24 hours.”
“I could tell,” Goggins said, “he didn’t think I was going to finish the race.”
And Goggins, 30, didn’t finish. He quit. After 18 hours, 56 minutes, after 101 miles, he pulled off the road and stopped, his mission accomplished. He came there to run 100 miles, to qualify for the 2006 Badwater Ultramarathon, the 135-mile torture chamber that begins in Death Valley, in the 120-degree-plus heat of summer and climbs to Mount Whitney.
Goggins, a Navy SEAL, wants to run Badwater to raise money for the families of military lost in Iraq and Afghanistan.
During the San Diego One Day, he lapsed into a mantra.
“I have to get 100 miles. I have to get 100 miles.”
Eight days after the event, sitting in the comfort of his Chula Vista apartment, after politely asking a visitor to remove his shoes lest the carpet get dirty, Goggins admits pride played a factor in his performance.
“I’m not one to just quit,” he says. “Everyone knew I was getting into this race. I couldn’t humiliate my family, myself and the SEAL team.”
Goggins’ wife, Aleeza, a nurse, walks to their bedroom and returns with a black T-shirt that on the back reads, “In memory of fallen brothers.” There are 11 names on the shirt. All 11 died last June in Afghanistan. Goggins attended BUD/S training school with four of the deceased.
About raising money for the families, Goggins says, “It’s just a gesture from me, letting the families know their husbands or daughters did not die in vain. The freedom I have to do these races is because of people like that.”
People who show up for 24-hour races are typically ultramarathon vets, having run anywhere from 31-to 100-mile races. Goggins has not even run a standard road-race marathon.
He did, last February while stationed in Guam, measure a 13-mile course, then run a 26-mile, point-to-point workout. He did it with a couple buddies, in 100-degree heat, with no water or aid stations.
Mind you, Goggins wasn’t completely foolish. He kept a sane, 10-minute per-mile pace. In more favorable conditions, he can run much faster. In April, he finished seventh at a half marathon in Redlands in 1 hour, 24 minutes, a 6:27 per-mile pace, remarkable for a man his size.
Goggins grew up in richly named Brazil, Ind., about 50 miles southeast of Indianapolis. In hoops-mad Indiana, he played football and basketball, averaging about 12 points a game in basketball his senior year.
“I hustled a lot, got a lot of dirty points,” he says. “I was a defensive stopper.”
He has been in the military for 11 years.
About pursuing the SEALs, he says, “I’m all about hard training, doing things to challenge yourself.”
Goggins’ workout routine reflects a man with military discipline. He awakes at 3:45 a.m. and lift weights with his wife from 4 to 5:30. In the afternoon, he swims for 30 minutes or jogs for about an hour and a half.
After dinner, if he feels his workouts were poor that day or if he’s bored watching TV, he’ll break into pushups or maybe head out the door for another run.
Asked if the call for a third workout happens maybe once a week, Goggins shakes his head and says, “probably four times a week.”
Offers Aleeza: “He has a lot of mental discipline, more than anybody I’ve ever met in my life. And he never whines about anything.”
Aleeza iced Goggins’ ankles after his 101-mile workout two weekends ago. He has recovered nicely, well enough to run the Las Vegas Marathon this weekend.
“If you’re even thinking about running a marathon two weeks later you couldn’t have got beat up too bad,” he says.
Goggins has compiled a list of off-beat athletic feats he wants to accomplish. Among them: the 281/2-mile Manhattan Island Marathon Swim.
“You know how you watch TV, see something and say, ‘I would never want to do that,'” says Goggins. “I want to be that person you watch on TV and say, ‘I would never want to do that.'”
Smiling at the thought of confounding strangers, Goggins adds, “It’s not so much about the limelight. It’s about doing what people think is impossible, then showing them it’s not.”