If you have been following this blog for a few years, you know I've been struggling to get back to my better self, running wise, since my 2018 hamstring tendon injury. It took 4 years for the pain to disappear and it felt really good to be running a solid 50K at Jed Smith 4 weeks ago. Finally a good step in the right direction, that is... back, in comparison with the last four sloppy years.
I logged 377 miles in January: not a crazy number for some, but my highest monthly mileage since September 2018, 2 months before the injury... when I was training so hard before flying to an invitational 100K in Wuhan, China (yes, that Wuhan...). I eased up a little in February, plus took a week off to taper before Jackpot. A bit of trouble though: my body is so used to run efficiently, for every day I don't run at least 12 miles, I tend to gain a pound... Between the tapering and the business trip, I had 6 extra to carry for the race, oops!
Back to the topic... I love opportunities to run national championships, I find it a great perk of our USATF membership. And it's really open to all, it's not like qualifying for the Olympics, it just requires being in good standing. Becoming an Official 8 years ago, I also gained much more appreciation for the organizing Race Directors as the financial burden falls all on them: having to sanction their event, to pay for course certification and, more importantly, to chip in prize money from their own pocket (I initially thought USATF was paying that part). Now, since most of the income comes from registration fee, not sponsors, I'm also grateful to my fellow runners signing up. And this where the Jackpot running festival is particularly interesting, by offering a wide range of options: 9 fixed-time events (1 x 48hr, 1 x 24hr, 3 different 12-hour and 4 different 6-hour races) and 3 different fixed-distance ones (100-mile Nationals, regular 100-mile, 50-mile): yes, a running festival over 3 days, think of the energy and organization skills that one takes to direct!
After 9 years under the direction of co-founders Ken and Stephanie Rubeli of Beyond Limits Running, the event is now part of the broad portfolio of Aravaipa. If you didn't know about the switch, you could have barely noticed: except for a few changes of banners, the same professionalism, same focus on the runner experience, almost identical layout of the aid station and start/finish area (named Jackpot Strip), same Vegas spirit with the presence of costumes at the start. And the traditional dry weather of the Nevada desert, one key factor to manage throughout the day and the night (and twice more for the valorous 48-hour participants).
Below, with World Record Holder for most 100 mile finished in a year (among other crazy feats), Ed (Ettinghausen), aka The Jester, today going for 48 hours again. Ed would end up logging 180 miles, slightly short of his 200-mile goal, one which the 48-hour winner, reached, followed by 190 miles for the female winner, Rachel Entrkin, wow!
This was my 5th participation out of 10 editions: as this event used to occur mid February, it survived the pandemic blackout of March 2020 and even happened in 2021, great resilience! I ran 2018 (15:34), 2019 (14:47 still managing to set a new M50-54 American Record while injured), 2021 (pathetic 21:25), 2019 (disappointing 19:06).
In a screwed capacity the first 3 times, that is, in our ultra jargon, without a crew, and with Max's help last year. This year, Greg and Jennifer (Lanctot, from Pacific Coast Trail Runs) offered to drive down from Reno; I gladly accepted and that allowed me to fly the night before instead of driving 1,100 miles (16+ hours round trip)! All in all, between the logistic and a very solid training so far this year, all lights were green for a good run. Definitely not aiming at a record as I just turned 59 last week and our M55-59 record is even lower than the M50-54 one since Rob Hayes lowered it to 14:35 in 2021. My main goal was to run 15:30, about 9:15 min/mile. There was only one other runner in my age group, on the entrant list, with marathon marks between 6 to 8 hours: winning my age group definitely seemed doable again.
As part of the green lights was the weather too: sunny, not too cold at the start, not too hot in the afternoon, and just a breeze. With the views of snow capping all surrounding mountains, a magical and perfect setting!
Lat year, Camille Herron won the race and set a World Record for both the Open and Masters division. That was before an official measurer noticed that a cone had been moved and invalidated the record, stating that the overall distance missed a couple of tenth of a mile, ultra dang! With that, a very special and extra attention was put on the course design, and we had a slight revision of the start with an extra 0.4 mile before running the 85 full laps. 85 laps, a good number to make for a boring race report... No mountain to climb, no river to cross, no rocky terrain but mostly cement. 85 laps also mean 85 passages through the aid station, better not stop every time or that's at least an hour wasted right there!
Not too far from the front line action this time, ready to start!
With my main goal being averaging 9:15 min/mile, the hardest part of the morning was to run really slow. Coming back from the injury last year, training at 8 min/mile didn't feel easy. But, mile after mile, I was able to pick up the pace and I can train more consistently around 7:30 min/mile. I made sure to build some distance with the youngsters right off the bat, yet could not manage to run slower than 8:45 for the first 20 laps, and that even including 4 pit/pee stops. Even 8:45 felt like an easy jog. While I knew the numbers never lie and that there isn't such a concept as banking miles early in an ultra, I couldn't help slowing down more than this. Greg joked about this problem unique to faster runners... This pace got me to 3:49 marathon (versus 3:05 during the Jed Smith 50K last month) and 4:35 for the first 50K (versus 3:42 at Jed Smith). So far so good. I even didn't feel bad at all for being passed by the leader and legendary Zach Bitter every 4.5 lap, consistently; on the contrary, it was almost reassuring, a reinforcement that I couldn't have started too fast. In 2019 Zach clocked the world faster 100-mile ever at 11:19 and even continued to set a new world record for 12 hours at 104.8 miles! Except Zach, everybody else was getting lapped anyhow, even our other Bay Area representative, Jonah Backstrom, in second place, at 49!
For me, the wheels started to fall off a few miles after the 50K mark, way way too early, yikes and dang! Mostly upper leg fatigue, especially the glutes and adductors. Nothing dramatic physically but that forced me to slow down a notch. I ran laps 29-33 (mile 32-37) at 9 min/mile this time. I was more worried about my mental state as I didn't like this early fatigue at all. Then, at the end of lap 33, I saw Zach in a chair, not looking good at all while Lin, the USATF Official, was checking on him. I learned later that he had started the race with some fever, that wasn't going to be his day (I hadn't noticed that at previous races, I was also surprised by his asymmetrical stride: his left left foot kicking back over the knee level, while the right foot stayed much lower; but such an efficient stride nevertheless, proved by mind boggling performances otherwise). Anyway, just to say that I felt sorry for him, and that even got my spirit down. He had run 47 miles, I was at 39 miles and already wondering what it was going to take me to get to 50...
I eased up because I had to, now running miles between 9:30 and 11:30 depending on how long I was stopping at the aid station, wondering what to do better from a fueling strategy. But the issue was at least half in my mind, a lack of motivation and self-confidence about the last 50 miles. As you probably know if you've read previous race reports, I hate walking. Later, as I walked more, I expressed this frustration to the legendary Eric Clifton, who walked a lot this Saturday, yet managed to get another National title in the M60-65.
Passing the 50-mile mark, I stopped by the timing booth and teased our timer, Mike Melton, with a: "it's all up hill from here..." His reply was the classic, "no, no, all downhill" but I was the one knowing what was going on in my mind and my legs. A few things kept me moving forward at this point thouhg, thankfully:
- First and foremost, seeing the battle raging in the M80-84 age group. It was so impressive and inspiring to watch these 5 competitors power walk so consistently and with so much energy, focus and will power. That brought back memories from the times I was racing along my Stevens Creek Striders club mate, Bill Dodson. Bill can't run anymore and I felt bad that his 32-hour record might fall today.
- Then there was Andy Wilkins-Jones who was energizing the livestream: referring to the quote that the Western States race only starts at Foresthill, mile 62, beginning at mile 35 I told him I was trying to find and get to the start... And he made the cap 65 miles for me, so I at least needed to go that far then...
- Of course Jenny and Greg weren't taking a DNF as an option, having driven all these miles to get me to the finish.
- Then a few other encouragements from our USATF Officials, Meghan and Lin, and other crews, like Rich.
- Last but not least, I had not made such a trip to just drop that early and come back empty handed. At that point, I could still jog. After all, I had run 50 miles in 7:45, still 2 minutes ahead of the pace to get to my goal of 15 hours and 30 minutes. Except that the derivative of my timing chart was way negative now, not a good thing at all when you still have 50 miles to cover.
I reached 62 miles (100K) around 6 pm as the sun had said goodbye for the day. I was getting cold, it was time to change layers. And then get back to the mill, lap after lap. I had to push and limit the walking to maintain a pace between 12 and 13 min/mile now, not fun.
Then a second change 20 miles later:
By mile 80, I was seeing myself barely breaking 24 hours and I started arguing with Jenny and Greg, that I'd rather have them going back to the hotel and sleep until I call them in the morning. That wasn't an idea they liked but, after seeing the first men and women finish, and after getting enough of my whining, they accepted. In some sense, that freed me from any pressure and I recall running a few laps (76-79) before that short-lived second wind faded again. But at least, using my Hypervolt massaging gun earlier than last year, while keeping moving on the course, I was able to remove a few knots in my glutes and adductors. I was proud to walk not fast, but much faster that I'm used to in such conditions, there is that.
I still paid attention to my fueling, keeping taking a Vespa Power pouch every 3 hours, drinking consistently and eating gels (GU Energy), some banana and brownies, and that avoided stopping to a halt to a halt, like last year. It helped that, after all, I was alone in my age group, that removed some of the pressure. It was just me against the clock, although, when I noticed that I was still in 9th place in the men, with 2 hours to go, I felt that I'd better keep moving faster, silly me...
Although it felt like taking for ever, I was glad to keep moving through the night. 1 am, 2 am, 3 am. As I finished my 84th lap, what a surprise and joy to see Greg who had drove back from the hotel when he saw that I was making up some time. He was there to catch this picture of my finish. Like a colleague at work put it, I seem to be wondering where everybody was! ;-) No it was more "finally done... sorry it took me that long!"
And, yes, I felt quite ashamed for missing the end of the livestream again, missing my goal by 4 hour. Although, after 187 ultra races, it had been a long time since I received so many congratulatory messages, thank you all!
I went to bed at 5 am on Saturday morning, woke up at 9:30, got breakfast, worked a couple of hours from the hotel, then bought a pass to the lounge with a flight which kept being delayed, leaving Vegas at 6:30 pm instead of 2:55... The following night I slept for 11 hours and got a huge sweat all night. Something was really off, and I don't know what it was, just that, beyond some well earned soreness in my legs, I felt fine on Sunday, no fever, phew! Maybe my mind getting rid of so many dark thoughts, that was quite weird. Anyway, I ran 10, 15 and 20K respectively, Monday though Wednesday and, feeling much better on Thursday, decided to sign up again, this time for the 50K Nationals this Sunday, 8 days later... Yes, crazy...
That result and craziness earned me a nice piece in the largest regional print newspaper in France, Ouest France, credit to Stéphane Cugnier, journalist and marathoner himself, living in South California:
My first thanks go to Greg and Jenny for their great help, and friendship. To Agnès for letting me play this way, even when it's not that playful... To Jamil and his Aravaipa crew for continuing the Jackpot tradition and this successful 10th edition. To Ken and Stephanie who came up with this championship idea in Vegas, it's so valuable to get Nationals distributed nationwide. To the encouragements from crews along the course. Last but not the least at all, the encouragements from all my fellow runners, through the day and the night: what a supportive community we form!
If that report wasn't long enough, or if you want to see how slow some of us were going, here are 17h30 of livestream, enjoy! Caveat: following a 100-mile race isn't as thrilling as sprint races at the Olympics...
- Livestream #1 (11h30!!)
- Livestream #2 (next 6 hours)
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