Tuesday, April 8, 2008

2007 Umstead 100 miler race report

     Okay, so this is for last year. I had wanted to run the 2008 Umstead, but it filled up very quickly. I will try again in 2009. Here is my race report from 2007.

      The Umstead 100 miler is my first crack at the 100 mile distance. I've had IT band problems all winter, which hurt my training and almost prevented me from running this event. 

Morning/Start
      Anyway, I got about an hour of sleep the night before the race. Yikes!.I don't remember what I had for breakfast, but I do remember thinking it would be about 35 degrees. It wasn't. At 6:00 am the 259 runners clumped together at the start, and trotted off into the dark. The course consists of eight 12.5 mile loops, with a subtle 8,000 ft of total gain over 100 miles. The elites were way out in front from the start. I fought off temptation to run faster, and run with others also going too fast. I decide to play it smart. The first 25 miles were smooth and easy. There are about six miles on each loop that are surprisingly hilly. Later in the race, I would hate these hills. 

Halfway point
     The day got quite warm. Temperatures would creep into the mid 70's, which feels like 80 when you're running. I slowed things down, and decided I would pick up the pace when it got cooler. My goal was to break 24 hours, so I ran with some folks who were also on that pace. I didn't know what a 24 hour pace felt like. I soon ran ahead of these runners and wondered if I was making a mistake. I was joined by my pacer Dave Snipes at 50 miles. I clocked into the halfway point in 9:43.  Blisters were starting to show up on the balls of my feet. It felt like my skin was sliding off the bone. At the 100k mark, I had my blisters wrapped, changed shoes, and changed socks. My feet looked pretty crummy.

The Night Time
     The 259 starters were now down to about 220. The afternoon heat caused a number of 100 mile runners to drop to 50 miles. A couple elite runners fell victim as well. The night time offered some coolness. The full moon meant we could run without headlamps in some areas. Runners were getting more spread out, much less chatty, and you could tell fatigue was setting in. I felt strong thought. As I crossed 70 miles, I knew I was in uncharted territory for distance. I was still on a good pace to break 24 hours. My blisters were really feeling raw, and some little aches and pains from earlier were becoming much more present. 

Early AM
    87.5 miles-I was getting tired, but it was more a sleepy feeling. I hadn't been up this late in a long time. My laps were getting pretty slow, but I never felt out of it. I still looked pretty strong. I pulled into the aid station, and knew that I had just 1 more loop to go. 24 hours was in the bag! This was a victory lap, although not a fast one. 

The Finish!
     About 1 mile from the finish my pacer left me. He wanted me to run to the finish on my own. Run I did. I would have never thought I'd still be running after 99 miles. Adrenaline was on full blast. No pain. I sprinted to the finish in 22 hours and 47 minutes. I announced to the crowd that it was my first 100 miler. A big moment came a few minutes later when I was presented with my "100 Miles, 1 day" silver buckle. It was surreal. It was a lifelong goal of mine to earn a coveted silver buckle for running 100 miles in a day. I had done it in my first try. Of course with the help of a great pacer/friend(Dave Snipes), and wonderful volunteers. Physically I felt amazingly good, but I knew the true post race pain would come in a few hours. It did. 

The Future
     I will definitely run other 100 mile events. 50ks and 50 milers are great, but there is something special about a 100 mile event. You must train for it. You must commit to every inch of the race. There's no getting lucky, and no easy way to finish. Aka the quote" there is no such thing as an easy 100 miler". The distance makes it tough. You will be stripped of your pride. Your pride will be replaced with something purer. Respect for running. 
    I will be running my first 24 hour ultra in 2008
     

Monday, March 24, 2008

2004 JFK 50 miler: My first race

2004 JFK 50 miler( Boonesboro, MD)
On November 22nd, 2004 I toed the start at a very unlikely race. Who tries to run 50 miles, when they've never even run a 5k? The answer...me. My training comprised of 25 miles a week, with 6 mile "long runs". Before the race, I felt a bit like Dorothy in the land of Oz. I felt really out of place surrounded by all these fast looking runners. Who was I kidding? I was no runner. I was a poser just trying not to die. Surprisingly, the race began pretty good. I learned to walk the hills, run the flats. I carried no food or hand bottles(mistake #1). I thought I would run 9 minute miles the entire time(mistake #2). I wore cotton everything, and wore $40 shoes(mistakes 3 and 4).
The morning is cold, about 32 degrees. The starting gun fires, and the 1,000 runners clustered on the small town streets get on their way. Through the first stretch into the mountains my running is good. I think I was still running on pure adrenaline and excitement at this point. My pace felt good for the first 15 miles. I was pretty surprised I was keeping it up considering I had never run anywhere close to this far (ie. 6 miles). At 19 miles I hit the wall. Around that time I figured I was in over my head. I thought about quitting for a little while. I mean 20 miles was still more than I ever imagined doing, but I didn't come here not to finish. Pretty soon my running turned to walking, and my walking became slower. Hey, only 31 more miles. I tried to jog, but wouldn't get very far before wanting to walk again. It was on and off for the rest of the day.
At 27 miles my spirits were still high, and I was able to joke around with other people. By 38 miles I was pretty much done. We entered the final 8.2 mile road section of the race which felt miserable on my feet. A cold rain began falling, and the night was coming. I just wanted to go home, take a hot shower, and sleep. By 44 miles I was in pure misery. I had to keep going.
How did I drag myself to the finish? Motivation. I was motivated to finish for my grandmother who was fighting cancer at the time. I wanted to tell her that I was thinking of her, and that she was the one who kept me pushing through the pain. I'm stubborn, and I wanted to prove to everyone who didn't think I'd finish that they were wrong. In the end I DID finish. 10 hours and 39 minutes in the cold November night, I crossed the finish line. All I had ever wanted to do was finish one marathon in my life time. 26.2 miles? No, but how about 50! One of the best memories, and feelings of achievement I have ever had. Nov 20, 2004 (5:39pm)- ultrarunner Mike Bailey is born