Started my day off at 2am yesterday morning to wake up, gear up and head off to the Marin Headlands, driven by my wonderful girlfriend/race volunteer/moral support crew and her son. Standing on a cold, dark beach with several hundred other fellow ultramarathoners we counted down the final seconds to the official start of the Miwok 100K at 5:40am and then sprinted/shuffled off through the sand and up into the hills.
A bit over 14 hours later I ran across the finish line, hands high and screaming “Onward to victory!” (I was a little punchy by that point). Aside from one slightly sprained ankle and the expected sore leg muscles no problems, not even a blister.
Without the cheering-on by my g/f and her son and all the other race volunteers it would have been far, far tougher. Amazing what a smile and “Looking good, runner!” will do.
What made this especially satisfying is that for approximately 6 months I haven’t been able to do any serious long run training and three weeks ago my calf began knotting up painfully after about a mile. I rested it as much as I could and decided that Weds was my decision day - I did a short (6 mile) run in the morning and everything felt fine so I started, honestly unsure whether I’d feel that dreaded tightening up at some point and have to drop out. Of all the things that hurt during the race, that wasn’t one of them.
My primary goal was “Finish” followed by “Finish in 14 hours or less” (cutoff time to qualify for some 100 mile ultras). Missed the qualifying time but it still feels great given the lack of training.
Everything went great - we had wonderful weather, trail was perfectly marked, race crew and volunteers were outstanding, tons of food and drink along the way at the aid stations, I stayed on top of my eating/hydration and they even had hot showers at the finish line.
62 miles, 10,000 feet of climbing. There’s something amazing about discovering what you can do when you simply refuse to quit. I had some low points but powered through them; a number of famous ultrarunners have said that the people who succeed at this sport aren’t necessarily the fastest runners or those with the best conditioning, it’s the ones who can handle the inevitable hurting times, when you are mentally or physically down and wondering whether to just quit.
There’s a deep, satisfying feeling of accomplishment in my brain. Awesome.
Now I’m going to go eat more of whatever I want