The Challenge--the Run

Dawn was just arriving and the last stars winking out in the sky above Lake Del Valle as Racer X dropped me off at the trailhead. We were 15 minutes early, but Tri-Ty arrived just moments later. A quick check of gear and off we set at 0615 into the still dark woods crowding the trail.

The forecast called for a high of 65 and winds building to 10-30 by late afternoon. It was 47 degrees when we started out--warm enough to go with just a short-sleeve shirt--but the winds forecast suggested that the wind chill might be bitter up top. A guess that proved all too true.

Tri-Ty was going to join me for the first 20 miles. After 30 minutes on terribly steep climbs we both settled into our own comfortable rhythm, but it was nice to have his support and the knowledge that he'd be with me one-way or the other along our shared route.

After 1:25 I crested the first major climb portion and enjoyed the relatively flat section before Maggie's Rest. I hit the turn off for Maggie's at mile 10 right on target feeling fresh and confident in my pace. The wind was howling at the peak and the wind chill at 8:30 in the morning felt like the low 30's at times. The extra few ounces of wind jacket were definitely worth it! And the views of the bay--stunning. I had a view at one point that included Mount Diablo to the north, Tamalpais and the Golden Gate 45 miles to the nortwest, and Woodbridge and the coastal mountains framing the Monterey Bay to the south.

The next 10 miles were a long descent from 3800' to 320' and ones I knew were going to stress my quads and feet considerably. Unfortunately, this prediction too came to be acurate. By Backpacker's camp--filled with heavily loaded scouts mounting up for the hike back to Sunol--I could shed the jacket and stopped briefly to refill my 2l hydration pack. I had done a good job of fueling and hydrating along the way and continued to feel fresh and strong. My quads were showing some early signs of stress but not more than I was expecting.

I arrived in Sunol exactly 3:58 after starting out from Del Valle. The park was alive with day hikers who eyed me curiously as I ran through towards the last 8 mile section to Mission Peak Regional Park. This last 8 miles is an upside-down V that goes from 320 to just shy of 2500 feet. The descent is all of 2 miles. A steep descent on fresh legs--excruciating on tired ones. On the ascent at mile 22 I could the physical attack was joined in battle by the mental. I began to think about the riding segment. My feet muscles ached. My quads were tight. My knees were barking. I began to entertain thoughts of getting a ride to the top of Calavaras instead of riding it. Maybe I should just end at the trail head instead. Man this is tough. Why punish myself any more? What if I just took a nap?

This east-west on the Ohlone was far tougher than last year's west -east run. Clearly, the downhill had wrecked some havoc.

I pushed on. I had people waiting for me to ride with them. One step at a time. My pace had slowed. My ability to climb for extended runs had diminished. I settled into runs where I could and walks as I encroached on my anaroebic level. The rest-walk, run ratio began to climb. I reached the peak after 4.84 miles, the next mile rather flat, and then below me lay the steep descent to the parking lot where Mrs. Madman, all the Mad children, and my ride team awaited. The descent sucked. It hurt. But every step brought me closer to the end of that stage.

And hearing the cheers as I turned the corner made a huge impact. It felt great. Nothing sucked any longer. The last 28 miles were worth it as I punched the clock at 5:30--exactly-- into the awaiting arms of the Mad family.

All Systems Are Go!

Sunday topped off a really good and strong training week along with culminating in my longest training regime before the Challenge. I had great run times and strength workouts and felt in the groove throught all my training routines. Run times on the flats were down to near 7:30 miles and even the weight training was hitting bigger weights with more ease. No doubt I'm reaching peak.

This Sunday I put in a full-on preview of the Challenge to come: a 20 mile run from Del Valle to Sunol followed by road bike ride back to Del Valle (32 miles).

Last week's lessons learned on climbing up out of the incredibly deep canyons between Del Valle and Rose Peak paid off. I added 15 minutes to the climb time by reducing the intensity, but made up for it by having a lot more gas on the flats, smaller climbs and descents. I felt really good all the way through the run. I even learned that a little Turkey Jerky (in prepping for the next portion of the routine) actually went down well and helped replenish the fuel fairly effectively and enjoyably.

I do have to say though that the long East to West from Del Valle to Sunol descent sucks compared to the longer climb/shorter descent of the West to East route --its tough on the quads and knees. I think I prefer the latter. I reached Sunol in 3:56 after 20 miles--almost exactly to the minute as projected.

"The Veep" was joining up with me with our bikes to ride back to Del Valle. Unfortunately due to my miscommunication he was at the south instead of the north end of the park so I added on another 3/4 mile run to get to our hook up. A quick change into riding togs and we were off.

The ride back was for the most part rather flat and a moderate pace was the agreed upon order of the day (we wound up averaging a comfortable and easy 16mph). The Veep and I took turns pulling each other but damned if that wind wasn't in our faces nearly the whole way REGARDLESS of the direction we took. Fueling and hydrating went pretty well and I felt strong enough to reel in a couple of riders on some climbs and flats (my type A in action). But the big hill from Mines Road to the top of the park road into Del Valle loomed large in my mind. It's a big climb from bottom to top over about 2 miles and is a regular training ride for many Tri-Valley cyclists. But, 5 1/2 hours into the routine, with only a half hour to go, I could feel the cummulative impact of exercise on dehydration and hunger setting in. So I downed as much water as possible and threw down my last power bar and bit of turkey jerkey in hopes that it would keep my pump primed.

A mile from the hill, I forewarned The Veep that from here on it was everyman for himself and that I was going to go "down within" and focus on nothing but cadence and endurance for the next few miles. The climb did not disappoint my anxiety. It was a gruelling finale to the run/ride. For nearly two miles the hill is unrelenting in its grade--steep. I alternated between grinding it out in 1st gear in the saddle and popping up to 3rd and going out of the saddle. I'm sure I was well into the 170bpm range but carried the hill at an average of 7mph to the much welcomed top. But of course, there was a head wind much of the climb as the approaching front brought in some brisk winds out of the south east. It even knocked 10mph off the descent speed!

Just 6 hours later--4 hours of running and 2 hours of riding-- I was done. To cap it off, I was denied a nap that afternoon in punishment, I'm sure, for being a bit tardy on my return. Still even today I feel pretty good and only a little sore in the knees and quads from the run.