A funny mantra for a middle-of-the-pack runner, maybe, but it's what I felt at Angel's Staircase.
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Race day. 12:20am.
It's almost like there are multiple strobe lights outside. I can't hear the thunder yet, but the flashes are so intense I think it can't be much longer until it moves closer. Suddenly, the wind starts howling, forcing me to close all the windows, and the rain and thunder arrive.
2:30am. The power goes out....this will make for an interesting race prep quickly approaching at 4am.
I get up, use my phone flashlight to get my headlamp out of the car and start doing my normal pre-race routine. Except this time, it's cold coffee and a cold shower. I think I'll stick with both hot in the future...added bonus of seeing a few Perseid meteors while I'm outside.
Foreboding clouds at sunset on August 10; Twisp, WA. |
Greg, Richard and
I cruise up the first 3.5 miles of dirt road that leads to the 50k of
singletrack. Richard takes off, and Greg and I hike-run for a couple more
miles.
After the first
aid station, about 8.4m, the trees open up to rocky outcroppings and then the
meadows of Merchant Basin. Angel’s Staircase looms above, next to Martin Peak.
I love steep
hiking. This is my race.
I make it up to
the top along with Rhea, briefly take in the views earned by our 6,000' climb and start the descent.
After cresting the top of Angel's Staircase. Thanks for being out there Glenn (and I hope your ankle gets better soon!). |
Steep and
technical, with these views, it's perfect.
Mile 13: beautiful
meadows on the west side of Martin Peak. Still mildly-technical trails, I catch
up to Kyle.
Alpine trail on the west side of Martin Peak on the way to Boiling Lake. |
Soon enough it’s
time for the second climb of the day above Boiling Lake to Horsehead Pass. Not as steep as
the staircase, but it’s still full-on hiking.
Descending begins;
semi-technical near the top leading into smoother forest trails all the way
down to mile 21.
The heat of the
day before hasn't arrived. It’s warm, but not hot. Coming into the aid station,
though, there’s a young boy (12ish?) with a bucket and two huge car sponges.
I don’t care what
you say. I let him sponge me down, soaking my head, shirt and shorts. It’s
fantastic and feels like a wake-up shock; my cold shower at 5am earlier in the
day.
After my stomach woes at White River, I go simple for today: water only to drink, gels, Fruitsource bars, one small PB&J square and some M&Ms. No fruit, stay away from Gu brew.
Just a quarter
mile down from the station there is a wide stream, 15 yards, ankle deep.
Splashing through cools the socks, and reminds me of all the miles running with
sopping feet during this summer’s mountain outings. I've come to enjoy (at
least more than tolerate) having wet and cold feet, and the water doesn't
bother me.
This last climb
(5.5 miles, ~2,000’) is right in between running and hiking. It meanders: up left,
back to the right, further right, I don’t know where it’s going. I can see the
pass up to the left that we’ll crest and drop into Merchant’s Basin to rejoin
the Foggy Dew trail back to the start/finish, but the trail continues to
wander. It's not steep or tough, just long. Starting to get a little tired, I
have a gel and make it over, about mile 27; 10 miles of downhill await.
My stomach feels
decent; I’m not dehydrated (or at least not noticeably); legs are feeling it a
little, but not sharply.
This is my race.
Good technical
trails again lead to the last aid station at 29m. Water refill (thanks
Brandon!), M&Ms and I’m out quick. Ran and I yo-yoed all day after Kyle and I caught up to him around mile 16, and he let me pass and enjoy flying down
the five miles of trail to the road. I made good time, kicked a few big rocks
and somehow didn't fall, scared a couple 35k runners, passed one 60k runner who
looked really beat and popped out onto the road.
With just over
three miles to go, and all downhill dirt road, I’m content to just cruise it
in at a comfortable pace. I thought I’d finish in 8:30, and here I am with a couple miles left and am
at 7:15. I let up, not pushing it. Ran comes back and passes me with about ¾ of
a mile left, saying he’s hurting and just wants to finish ASAP.
I feel
differently.
Regardless of what
place I get, I know I've run a great race. I managed my body well, embraced the technical
and tough terrain this course is known for and really pushed myself. Most of
all, I enjoyed all of it. It was a wonderful day in the mountains. With the exception of the
closing miles that I feel aren't worth completely thrashing my legs on, I've
left it all out there.
James greets me
at the line and I blurt out, through an enormous smile, “Now THAT’S a trail
race!”
Richard, just back
from his 450-mile crossing of Iowa (in only seven days), threw down a crazy
time of 6:58.
I get some
recovery drink down, but it's too early for my stomach to handle real food.
Greg comes in at
8:20, greeted by his wife and girls (the last time they’ll see him run before
he heads off to Wasatch for some well-earned redemption).
Some relaxing and
a soak in the creek makes me feel better about all the pizza being baked, and
I eat quite a few pieces before I help James, Candice and crew pack everything
up. East 20 brought their wood-fired oven: my favorite slice has local peaches and
blueberries on it. Cleanup includes lots of talking
with Matt and fiancé Carrie (Kerry?), Project Talaria's Dave Melanson and of course the Rainshadow duo.
Driving back to
Twisp at 9pm, it’s been a long, but great day.
Thank you to
James and Candice for putting on such a great race and all the volunteers who
had to hike in the aid station supplies. Glenn took great photos, as usual, and
I can’t wait to see the Project Talaria video.
Being the first
Rainshadow event with prize money it did bring in some big names, as you can see
from the full results, HERE. Those are very fast times.
(note: my GPS cut out on the road for two miles; most recordings I've seen have it at about 37.5 miles)
Great read!! What a good write up. Sooooo looking forward to running it this year!
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