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.

Ouch!

Sunday was a tough day. I had an 18 mile trail run and 20 mile bike ride scheduled. So, I decided to preview the Challenge course by starting at the Del Valle lake trailhead (600') and heading up to Rose Peak (3890'). Why I thought this route was going to be easier than going West to East is beyond me.

In fact, it really sucked. I went from Right to Left on this picture. And it felt that steep too. The first 1:10 I ran probably all of 15 minutes and hiked the rest. Straight up, it felt. And even on the hike-a-run portions I was redlining into anaerobic levels. I reached my 9.2 mile halfway point in 2:20 and I was pretty ragged . The descent back was tough, as well, given the steepness of the pitch. Two miles into my descent back into Del Valle I came up on 3 runners ascending on their through run to Sunol. One was a woman in her late 50's who is running the Western States 100 miler. She had my instant respect. The Western has 18,000 feet in elevation gain over 100 miles. I took some consolation in the fact that she looked as tired as I felt. Bless her heart, though...she thought I was Graham Cooper, winner of last year's Western States--who ran the 100 miles in 18:17. Wow.

I finished up the 18.4 mile run in 3:58. The first 7 miles are a killer and I'm going to have to find a way to slow up and pace them right EVEN ON THE WALK if I'm going to finish all 28 miles with power for the the 35 mile ride. Next week, I get to test out lessons learned as I'll be doing 22 miles the "hard way".

A quick drive back home and a quick bite to eat before finishing up the program with a 20 mile ride. Despite the run, I still had some juice in the tank but fueling the engine proved to be another lesson to consider. I put in a good 17.5mph average pace ride on a simi-hilly route but I could tell I was burning lean. By the time I got home again, I was famished. This despite constant fueling on the run, a quick lunch, and a gel on the 1:10 ride.

I'm now thinking this will be a 5:15-5:30 run and 2:15 ride. This ain't going to be as easy or as fast as I thought.

This coming Sunday is the last big push before I taper off for the Challenge. It'll also give me one more data point to fine tune the run/ride estimate.

Mad dogs and Englishmen

As a boy, I lived in Africa. We had two seasons: wet-and-hot, and not-as-wet-and-hot. Venturing outside at noon was not advised nor often practiced. For those occassions I did, my Father taught me the saying only " mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noon day sun".

I'd like to amend that line from the song by Noel Coward to include running in rainstorms that crash down out of the Gulf of Alaska.

As I headed out for the trailhead and a planned 10 mile big hill run, the gods were soaking California with a pelting rain and winds out of the southwest at 14-20knots, according to NOAA. I will atest to those facts having sampled them over the 1:43 minute and 11 mile (actual) run. It poured. The rain howled. I was half frozen. And it was just an awesome, fun time! There were only 3 others mountain bikers on the trail--they were covered with mud and soaked to the bone. But they, like me, were smiling from ear to ear as we passed. There's nothing like being in the middle a little of Mother Nature's mild storms to make things that much greener, that much brighter, and that much more. The intensity knob goes up a knotch or two.

Despite some fierce headwinds and some bite to the cold due to the temperature and wet skin I had a good steady pace and was almost comfortable in my shorts and rain jacket. Once again, my Salomon's did the trick with the wetness. My feet only got slightly damp most likely from wicking IN moisture from my socks.

By the time I made it back to the trailhead, the rain had stopped and the cloud layer became more ragged so that some sun peaked through on occassion. This made the 15 mile road bike ride a little more pleasurable although riding into the wind was like peddaling with a parachute.

All in all it was a greatrun and ride combo day!

Sunday Morning Rush

After 2 near constant days of rain, Sunday welcomed clearing skies. To say it was gorgeous would be to call Venus de Milo not a bad whittling job.

I was fighting off a cold (again) so a full 15 mile run plus 15 mile bike ride was questionable. In fact, I almost canned the whole day but I couldn't resist getting out on the trail. It was just too pretty outside. Off to the Ridgeline I went....

The picture above was taken at the trailhead and does it no justice. The sky was a brilliant blue, spectacular white cumulus contrasting vividly against it, while the lush, verdant winter grass glistened with the rain of the past two days. The leafless oaks that dominate the east face were robed in light green lichen and appeared as if some insane christmas tree farmer had gone 'frocking mad'. The trail was soggy and the few mountain bikers I saw were speckled with mud. In other words, it was an awesome day for a run!

For the 15 mile run I switched tactics and equipment compared to shorter run lengths. Planning an average of 10 minute/mile over this very hilly route I would need lots of water and fuel. In my running pack I had 1 liter of water and 3 power gels (Vanilla-Stawberry...tastes like yogurt of the same name). Normally I figure 1 powergel per 40 minutes (roughly 150 calories per hour) which I "sip" on and wash down with a suck off the water bladder. Today I elected to go 10 minutes longer per fuel pack due to a big breakfast. Combining a sip/suck method is a trick I learned in Adventure Racing to help me keep a steady supply of calorie and maintain a good rate of hydration. Not enough of either leads to "bonking." While too much fuel at once robs the muscles of blood to muscles that is otherwise engaged in processing food in the stomach.

I also worked on keeping the first half of the run at a modest pace and actively took measures to remain between 130-157 heart bpm in order to avoid anaerobic levels. Except for the first two miles out of the trailhead, I was successful in this. The last half of the run was a breeze and I even kicked up the pace some.

Everywhere the trail was wet and by runs end the back of my legs were muddy. I got through a couple of stream crossings without soaking my shoes, but the rain swollen creek at the last one ensures soaked feet. This is where I love my Salomon XA Pro 3D's. They quickly shed water and I can continue running without waterlogged shoes.

As I descend the last 2 miles back to the trail head I squeezed the last of the power gel and water into my mouth. I had calculated that load pretty well sparing myself from any excess and non-useful weight. But wow what a great run on such a wonderful day!

Total run time: 2:16 over 14.8 miles for 9:11 /mile run pace. Average heart rate: 147 bpm.

Hooked

Xianrenaud is hooked. Great to see he's found an inspiring goal that drives his commitment. Run baby, run!

Running after goals has enhanced my joy of running. Goals don't get me on the trail but they do help drive me further down it, faster up the hills, and looser on the descents. A goal is what got me motivated to stretch further and venture into uncharted waters...it even got me started on blogging a year ago. (So blame this crappy writing on running too).

This year's big objective is a combined trail run (40K) and bike (50K) which combines two of my passions and will require one big training plan. I forecast 7 hours of pain for that race day, but it'll be worth every footstep and peddle stroke along the way. As Xianrenaud may be discovering, a goal is often just a catalyst to our passion.