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Sunday, April 16, 2017

2017 BLU 48 Hour Trail Race: I think I'm Getting Too Old For This

Running for 48 hours is really kinda dumb. I hadn't attempted it for a couple of years, but I somehow managed to convince myself that it must have been fun the last time I did it, because it was without hesitation that I set out to do it again at the BLU 48 Hour Trail Race at Pathfinder Ranch in Southern California. 

BLU hosts races at every standard ultra distance from 50k to 72 hours, with a variety of start times. We started Friday morning at 9:00 AM, which meant that I was awake at 2:30 AM, unable to sleep. So I ended up working the aid station for the 72 hour runners until it was my time to suit up and do my thing. 

PC: Ken Rubeli

BLU is unique because the race provides cabins, right on the race course, for all the runners in the longer distance events. This is excellent because it allows race crews and runners to rest as often as needed, in a warm bed, without having to drive to a hotel. Which is also an added race expense. It's a feature that would come in handy for me later. 

Sunrise, Race Morning

National Anthem
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My strategy for running 48 hours is to run easy, and conserve as much energy as possible. I have TWO FULL DAYS to work through a myriad of problems that are bound to surface, so there's no point in trying to get to that point any sooner than I have to.

I swear that was my plan. But right before the race started, Ken Rubeli, the Race Director, screwed that all up.

Ken, hoping that Brent Jackson would race me for the entire 48 hours, promised to give Brent $50 if he could beat me around the 2 mile course on the first loop. WTH?!?!

Intentional or not, Ken was preying on my competitive nature and for some REALLY stupid reason, I suddenly felt obligated to race right from the start.

In hindsight, I'm sure Ken was quite amused by all of this.

We're OFF!!
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Suddenly suckered into abandoning my race strategy, we were flying around the course, which is not inherently fast to begin with.

I could hear Brent's foot strikes behind me, fading then surging, but I refused to look behind me. I didn't want him to think I was ever worried. But I was worried.

Brent, In His Pink Calf Sleeves, Right on My Butt
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One mile into the loop, I began to realize that there was NOTHING in this for me and because I felt a little duped, I considered letting Brent pass me so Ken would lose his $50.

But you know…pride and whatnot. Which I'm sure Ken was counting on.

Sand…Not a Fast Running Surface

With burning legs, I finished that 2 mile loop in about 15 minutes, not far at all in front of Brent. We had a quick laugh about it, and I had hoped we could run the race at a reasonable pace now that that was over, but Brent was having none of that, and we were off again!

 More Sand…UGH...

I decided I'd had enough of that, and let Brent take the lead, and I settled into my own race. He stayed out front for the next three hours before I took it back. And kept it.

It's hard to really settle into a 48 hour race, knowing that the intention is to run, really run, as much of it as possible. I always feel like I'm moving too fast, and walking makes me feel like I've given up. It took several hours before I began to feel like I had my pace, and the course, figured out.

Avocado on Saltines? Don't Mind if I Do!
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The other side of the coin is what Jo goes through while crewing me for a 48 hour run. Unlike my mountain 100's, she's not driving from place to place all day and night to meet me at some remote aid station. She just sits in one place as I turn circles, waiting for me to fly into the aid station so I can grumpily demand whatever it is I've been thinking about since she saw me last. Which in her mind, is probably all too often.

Just Waiting...
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For most runners, the weather was pretty ideal. For me, it was too hot. Utah hasn't yet shaken itself free from its prolonged winter, so anything over 60 degrees this time of year feels a bit oppressive. Salt was getting caked to my skin, and I kept my bottle of Endurolytes close by at all times.

As I said earlier, I felt like the BLU course was very slow, despite being almost completely flat. The course surface varies from loose sand to a short section of paved road, and has almost everything in between. Ruts, rocks, roots and the occasional random chicken to navigate around.

After twelve hours, I had a 6 mile lead over second place. Yeah…Brent was still back there stalking me. I kept a constant, wary eye out for the man in pink calf sleeves. Not that I was paranoid or anything...

For those that haven't run a 48 hour race, let me preemptively answer the question I always get: Yes! It can, and almost always will, get super boring at some point. But it's the kind of boredom that can sometimes be lifted after a two minute conversation with an alpaca.

The sun began to drop and the weather cooled off. I run 90% of my training miles in the dark, and as a result, I run well at night and always look forward to it. It's not that I speed up, but I don't tend to fall off as rapidly as a lot of other runners. I mostly credit that to my level of comfort running with a headlamp. Night was coming, so I hoped to build my lead by sunrise.

Nightfall #1

I ran comfortably through the night. The field thinned out as most of the 72 hour runners took the opportunity to get some sleep. It also appeared that some of the 48 hour people did as well.

More evidence of a slow course, I hit the 100 mile mark in the middle of the night, in just under 21 hours, which for a timed event, is a personal worst for me.

By sunrise, I had extended my lead to 20 miles.

At 24 hours, I was just over 114 miles.

Race Directing is Hard...
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I won't lie, by the second day, I was getting pretty tired. I fought fatigue by finding opportunities to chat with other runners, and of course, the alpacas. They were always down for a few quick words. But it started to become obvious that I wouldn't make it through another night without sleep.

PC: Tyler Tomasello

During the night, Brent had some work done on his feet due to blisters, but that dude was tough, and he was hanging on.

I came to hold Brent in very high regard on day two, especially as I had more opportunities to share miles with him. It was clear that he was hurting, but he maintained a great attitude and was smiling the entire time. He had some goals in mind, and he wasn't going to let anything keep him from achieving them.

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 Sometime in the middle of the second day, I surpassed the course record. The media was not in attendance.

Day two was much cooler than our first day, and the weather experts were predicting a cold night. I knew this was going to suck pretty bad, because we'd all be moving really slow by then, so we wouldn't have much body heat available to fight off the weather.

I could now clearly see a nap in my future.

But even with a big lead, I worry about sleeping. It's a dangerous thing to do for a lot of reasons, which is why I had never entertained the possibility before now.

Even before the sun fully set, it was brutally cold out. I was heavily layered and still struggling to fight off the weather. By this point, my pace was floating between 13 and 15 minute miles. Too slow to build body heat. 

Nightfall #2

At 12:30 AM, I had seen enough. I was freezing, despite wearing every piece of running gear I had brought. And I was beyond exhausted.

I had a 32 mile lead and it was time to take a nap.

I woke again at 2:00, and feeling a bit worried about the mileage I gave back, I rolled out of bed and out to the course. I logged 6 more miles on a nearly empty course and began plotting my options.

I was extremely fatigued, but more worrisome was the cold. It had fallen to 21 degrees and I wasn't equipped for it. 

I started running splits in my head to try to calculate how long I could sleep without worrying about losing my lead. I spoke to Ken about it, because I was self aware enough to realize that math wasn't going to be my strength after being awake for so long. After Ken got done making fun of me, we decided I could sleep until 6:30 without anything to worry about. 

So I slept. Hard.

When I got back on the course at 6:30, I was still leading by 24 miles. I found Brent and took a couple of loops with him, then grabbed another runner for two more. Then I quit, knowing my lead was secure.

I ended up winning by 18 miles, with a total of 168. The lowest number I'd ever put up in 48 hours, but also on the hardest course I've ever run in a timed event. I wasn't disappointed at all.

After a well earned shower, I came back down to watch the rest of the finishers wrap up their races. Jo and I cheered for them all. I'm always happy to be reminded how much inspiration I find in watching others achieve their goals. 

Congratulatory Hug From Ken
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 Ken and Stephanie Rubeli. Some of My Favorite People
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Brent Jackson had a great race, finishing 150 miles, a distance PR for him of 28 miles. I'm excited to see Brent do a lot of great things in the future. He definitely has the drive, talent and attitude to achieve his goals.

Me and Brent

I knew I was going to enjoy BLU, because Ken told me I would and I think he knows me well enough to be able to make that kind of statement. But it turned out to be far more than I had hoped for.

The volunteers, many of them staying up for nearly three days, did an amazing job. Ken and Stephanie worked hard to meet every need of every runner, and their commitment to putting on amazing races is evident in everything they do. I can say without hesitation that I will run their races until I'm too old and broken to do so. So for another year or two anyway.

Another win and course record can go a long ways towards healing all those little wounds, physical and mental, that have popped up during my ultra running career. As I age, they'll become far more rare, so I want to be sure to relish them whenever they do come along. This one just feels good.

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