'Twas the night before Bighorn...

 “Adventures do occur, but not punctually” 

- E.M. Forster

As if pacing my first hundo and moving were not enough excitement for the next 5 days, the Black Forest fire erupted 4 miles from our home yesterday:

Taken a couple of hours after the fire started

92 homes have been lost in less than 36 hours, 12,000 acres burned and with 0% containment. With the dry conditions and high winds expected to return tomorrow morning, anything can happen. Tonight, the eve of my leaving for Bighorn, we are on pre-evac notice so I'm packing up two suitcases, one for me and one for J and the kids:

Important papers are being left at Sheila's house before we leave for Wyoming early tomorrow. J and the kids will stay at Sheila's, if they need to evacuate:

With the rapidly deteriorating situation Wednesday, I wasn't sure whether it would alter my plans to go to Bighorn. J-man said to go, so after making sure he had what was needed in case of an evac order, I finished packing and loaded up the car. It will be good to get away and run off some of the enormous stress I'm feeling right now. 

I'll feel even happier wearing my new stripy compression socks. There's something about wearing bright, happy colors that makes everything better. 

After the devastation last year from the Waldo Canyon fire, it's hard to see so many family's homes going up in flames yet again. My heart and prayers go out to each of them as they recover and rebuild their lives. The kids and I are already planning to donate some of our clothing and toys to the families affected once our boxes are unpacked. I hope we'll have something to donate next week, but if not, I know that the loss won't matter. It's just stuff. Having my family safe and well is what matters most.

I'm not sure if I'll return on Sunday to my current home or a friend's home or whether I'll buy a home on Monday and have stuff to bring to it or not. I suspect however, that I may be off the grid for a little while. I invite you to follow me on Twitter or Facebook as I'll be micro-posting there in the meantime. 

Thanks to you all for reading and coming back -- I'm glad you've found something here that you have enjoyed. I look forward to being back in full-on blog mode later on in the month.

Please keep the folks affected by the Black Forest fire in your thoughts and prayers, they've got a long road ahead of them. If you wish to help out in a more tangible way, here's how you can help.

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Life Exaggerated

“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.” 

- A.A. Milne

Ahh, the taper. The descent into insanity that lasts for a week or two from which you finally emerge at the start line, or in my case, at the Jaws TH, 48 miles into Bighorn 100. I’m realizing that not only do I need to practice smarter recovery, but I need to work on smarter tapering. While I’m not overdoing the mileage by any means, I’m feeling like a fat lump, struggling with my eating and spending too much time on the computer while stressing about everything I have coming up in the next 5 weeks: 

June 13 – 16          Bighorn 100

June 17                  Closing on our new house

June 18                  MOVING!!

June 19 – 21          Cleaning old house, unpacking/setting up new one

June 24 – 25          Telluride - Silverton training run

June 29 – July 8     Alaska trip

July 11 – 14           Hardrock 100

I hate schedules like this. I’m a routine-loving kind of gal who deliberately keeps life low-stress as much as possible. Right now, I have way too much life on my plate. Since pacing is new to me and I don’t know either of the courses, I’m spending a lot more time obsessing over them. 

I'm a stress eater, so I've been craving my favorite cookies lately. Someday, if you find me fat and broke, sitting on the side of the road, it will likely be due to my addiction to these:

Australia's National Cookie

If you've had them, you understand. If you haven't, you've missed this little bit of heaven in chocolate-coated malted biscuits with chocolate cream filling. Fortunately, Pepperidge Farm got the rights to distribute them between October and March so I don't have to pay $25 for an imported pack. But I neglected to stock up this past Spring, which is probably better as to avoid increasing the junk in my trunk.

I’m excited about Bighorn, but aware that there will be a learning curve. There’s a lot to think about as a pacer! I hope to channel my inner Sam Gamgee to bring Sheila safely to the finish. I'm glad that she's done this before and can articulate what she needs from me. I'm glad that she's tough and determined, so no need for inspirational speeches about what's worth fighting for. I'm glad that we've been running together for three months and our personalities are well suited for this sort of thing. 

My job will be easier than his, thank God

As J-man has been packing up the house, I’ve been busy picking up the last of the items needed for the upcoming races. Found most of them on sale too! Got myself a pair of Salomon Speedcross 3 and Montrail Bajadas as well as a Black Diamond Icon headlamp so those overnight runs will be well illuminated.

When it comes to my gear, I’m pretty much a faithless whore, however Mountain Hardware has the corner on my jackets. I wore the Ghost Whisperer Anorak throughout the winter with two thin layers underneath and used the Effusion when it was below 10 degrees or so. This week, I added a waterproof Epic jacket that will round out my collection.

The other thing I did in the past week was run an aid station for a 50k/50M charity race held in Roxborough State Park. It was my first time ever doing that and I had a blast taking care of the 40+ runners as they came around 3-5 times, depending on the race distance. The RD, Claire Dorotik, gave me everything I needed to keep them supplied with ice cold water, Heed, electrolytes and yummy snacks. Met some awesome runners too, such as Letitia Dusich (50k winner), Rick Scott (50 M winner) and Elizabeth Gold (50 M runner up), some of which I hope to see again at Leadville, such as Chris Boyack. I love ultrarunners! I also discovered that I love M&M Pretzels and my recent weight gain can be attributed in part to finishing off the rest of the 30 oz bag after the race. Holy crap, those were addicting.

Sweet and salty in one delicious bite

I only had one runner that I wanted to smack on the side of the head. Why, you ask? He wanted to drop half-way through the 50 miler for NO GOOD REASON. He wasn’t injured, dehydrated, nauseous or bonking (the latter three which are fixable); he just didn’t feel like running anymore. And he’s training for Leadville! I tried to remind him that he would likely regret it later and that if he trains himself to quit now, he’ll never finish a longer race. He just shrugged his shoulders. 

When he left, Emily and I turned to each other and said in unison, “He’ll never make it to Winfield”. At first, I couldn't figure out why it ticked me off, when I have nothing personally invested in his race. I think it bugged me because there are injured trail runners who would give anything to be in his place, racing in beautiful park and in near ideal weather conditions. While there are legitimate reasons to DNF, I think we owe it to them at least to try our damndest to finish.

 "You'll always miss 100% of the shots you don't take." - Wayne Gretzky

Nevertheless, it was an awesome day and so much fun and I’ll totally do it again when I get a chance. It's great to give back to the trail running community this way.

Me and my fab helper, Emily

The backdrop wasn't too shabby

Like Red Rocks, without the crowds

We were missing the knife, so I improvised.

I just came across this in the past week and I'm totally saying these things to Sheila next week to keep things light until she goes loopy on me:

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Postholing, PRs, Parties and Prez

“If it's in you to climb, you must -- there are those who must lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.” 

- L.M. Montgomery

I'm finally back into the swing of things now that I'm recovered from Quad Rock. Summer is here and motivation to get outside is at an all-time high. I've been enjoying some runs both here and afield as Sheila and I tick off the final two weeks to Bighorn.  

We headed up to Denver last week to run the trails at Mt Falcon. I particularly love the Parmalee, Old Ute and Devil's Elbow trails there and it's nice to get out of the rut of running the same ol' same ol' around here. Spotted Scott Jaime, cruisin' down the Castle Trail as we were going up. Good day and great summer weather that we immensely enjoyed.

Sheila used the "burst" feature on my camera to capture the best trail running snap of me on the fun, techy section of the Castle Trail. 

My new publicity photo

I also hit the Barr Trail a couple of times in the past week. Last Friday, I went up 9 miles (past treeline) to my special lounging rock before I headed back due to schedule constraints. It was in the 80's in the Springs and even at 12,000 feet, no sleeves were needed. 

I went back again yesterday with the summit in mind. There was a chance of thunderstorms, so I got out early for one last big hike up before my taper begins. I've been doing low HR training, keeping it in zone 2 or low-mid zone 3 on the climbs and it seems to be paying off.

PR to Barr Camp

Once I got above 12k feet, the snow was pretty much covering the trail. It was slow going those last two miles. I've only summited Pikes via the Crags Trail, so this part of Barr trail was all new to me. I kept seeing off-course footprints in the snow indicating that people-in-the-know were taking shortcuts. At the bottom of the basin, the majority of the prints headed straight up to the summit. I prefer a good climb, so I followed suit. 

Barr Trail

The Basin "shortcut"

In short, I got spanked. Big time. I was sucking wind, postholing up to my knees, and about half-way up got nauseous from the altitude. When I couldn't make it to a rock to rest on, I just stood there with my forehead on the top of my poles to wait it out. The fear of a sudden storm or drop in temps was at the forefront of my mind, since I was moving at a snail's pace. I'm still not at home in the mountains -- particularly above treeline where I feel so vulnerable. Hence, why I insist on going up there and learning how to manage the scarier aspects of mountain running. 

It was one of those times when I knew that no matter how awful I felt, I had to keep going. Suck it up, Buttercup and get it done. Slowly, I slogged my way up and to the right, in the direction of the Summit House. I think that was my first 52 minute mile. 

Once I got to the final scramble, I put my poles away and had a blast going up the rocks. Now that's the kind of hiking I love...both hands on deck.

The funnest part of the whole course

I was rewarded with a nice view of the city

Recovery meal

I was so late in getting to the summit, I hitched a ride back to my car in Manitou. Next time, I'll be seasoning my quads by running down. 

First peak-bagging of 2013

I also had another micro-celeb encounter. You know him as Dakota, I call him Prez because a) I'm too lazy to utter 3 syllables, b) I don't like his more common nickname and 3) he is aka el Presidente, so it's totally legit. He passed me on the trail just after I started and I totally recognized him from his backside. Now, before you raise your eyebrows, I've apparently seen enough running videos to recognize his gait from behind. (Does that make me a superfan?) My suspicion was confirmed with a glance at the parking lot and spotting his signature red pickup. 

I figured I'd see him coming down from the summit a few hours later and sure enough, he came bounding down just below A-Frame. I said hi and he stopped to chat for a few minutes. It was a lovely little break in what became a long day of solo hiking. Wishing him strong legs and a happy heart as he pursues his mountain running adventures this year.

The writer and his impulsive commentor

Besides running and preparing to move into our new home, we celebrated my son's 6th birthday with friends. My bright and curious lego-loving boy is at such a great age of discovery right now. Being a mom is awesome!  

Favorite gift? The suitcase for his imaginary travels

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Recovery FAIL

“Life is tough, but it's tougher when you're stupid.” - John Wayne

I realized in the past 48 hours that I have sabotaged any chances of a speedy recovery from last week's inaugural 50 miler. When I think about the wisdom I've gleaned from the experts on the importance of recovery, the following would have constituted my recovery plan, had I formulated one:

1. Ingest protein and carbs within 30 min of finishing 

2. Ingest more protein and carbs within 2 hours of finishing

3. Get a good night's sleep (8+ hours)

4. Drink water 

5. Once the soreness and fatigue ends, go out for an easy run of less than an hour. Plan next workout based on body's feedback and recovery of previous run. Rest a few more days if needed.

Since I didn't have a recovery plan, this is what I did instead:  

1. Drank a half a beer within 30 min of finishing

2. Ate a Double Whopper and drank a large sweet tea 3 hours after the beer

3. Got almost 7 hours of sleep, in two stages

4. Drank a diet Dr. Pepper

5. After four days off and feeling good, went out for an easy run. Felt great until I hit mile 9 (!) and suddenly, I had the all-over soreness that I had at mile 40, last Saturday. What the...???  Since I was running a loop and had a home inspection to attend, was forced to run -- not walk -- the final 4 miles back to my car.

I let the house-buying craziness take too much of my attention away from Quad Rock and now I'm paying the price. Clearly, I'm underestimating the damage being done to my body during these ultras. Also, now that I'm accustomed to doing 20 mile training runs, I'm not respecting the half-marathon distance as being too much. Gah!

NUTRITION

My mistakes started before I even crossed the finish line. I forgot to pack a recovery drink in my bag to drink right after finishing, since I can't eat anything solid for a couple of hours anyway. Then, I needed to make sure I followed it up with a protein and carb meal within the remaining 2 hour window.

The importance of eating carbs and protein within 30 min of completing a hard run and again about 90 min later is to replenish glycogen stores and begin the process of rebuilding muscle tissue. Since I can't eat anything right after a race, I rely on a preformulated drink to get me started. I then follow it up with real food to stay within the two hour window. Totally dropped the ball last Saturday.

SLEEP

Another mistake was not planning to sleep soon after in order to get a full 8 hours in. My original plan was to drive two hours home, but it became clear that I was too fatigued to stay focused on the road. I ended up grabbing a hotel room on the north side of Denver around 10:30 pm and didn't have the luxury of sleeping in. Now I know that after a 40-50 miler, that I need to plan to stay over another night or have someone else drive.

I was aware of the importance of sleep, but didn't realize just how critical it is to recovery. I simply thought that not running or stressing my legs constituted "rest" and allowed for sufficient muscle repair. Not so. When you sleep, particularly when you are in deep sleep, your pituitary gland releases a shot of growth hormone that stimulates tissue growth and muscle repair. Thus the importance of getting at 8+ hours and napping whenever possible is necessary. I usually get around 7 hours a night, which is not bad but not enough when a speedy recovery is critical.

TRAINING

The last big mistake I made was attempting to run too many miles, too soon. I was fooled into thinking that if I felt great, I must be recovered. I should have planned to do no more than 45-60 minutes so that I felt good when I finished. Instead, I locked myself into a looped course and didn't realize I was over-running until I was past the half-way point. As a result, my legs had that post-race, all-over achiness for the rest of Wednesday and most of Thursday. No Friday long run this week. With more rest, I hope to resume training next Friday. With Bighorn coming up in 4 weeks, there won't be much hard training before the taper begins; best to rest up and make sure everything is working optimally by then.

CALL FOR COMMENTS

Those of you who are experienced 50 milers who read my blog, I welcome your thoughts as I continue to learn how to train, run and recover from this distance. Steve, Meghan, Jen and Jeremy, I know you have something to say. Anyone else?

On a happier note, I had a fabulous Mother's Day out at the park with the kidlets and sushi dinner with the hubs. Life is good.

 

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Quad Rock 50 (My first 50 miler!)

“It's the climbing that makes the man. Getting to the top is an extra reward.”

-Robert Lipsyte

Distance: ~52 miles 
Elevation: ~11,000 ft
Time: 13:24

I don't know where to begin to write about the incredible day of trail running I had in The Fort. This was the toughest run I've had that didn't involve bonking or puking (a la R2R2R). Somehow, I managed my effort, fueling and hydration well enough to beat each of the cutoffs by about a half-hour. As I mentioned previously, fear of a DNF is a powerful motivator for me. 

I had reason to be concerned about the cutoffs. Only 111 out of 172 finished the 50 miler (65%). I ran like a scared rabbit to be included in that number. 

Six times, I did

The 25 mile loop begins at Lory State Park and continues through Horsetooth Mountain Open Space. Those of us doing the 50 miler ran the same course in reverse. This year, due to the recent fire damage at Lory, there were trail re-routes that added some additional mileage. At the turnaround point, GPS devices were reading between 25.5 - 26 miles. Out east they have Horty miles, but here we have Clarky miles... Booyah!

With Sheila at the start line

Photo: Erin Bibeau

While I was stressing about the cutoffs, I made a conscious effort to look up and enjoy the incredible views. There was so much beauty on the trail and beyond that it kept me in a happy place as I managed the climbs. The only thing that distracted me was the chatty 25-milers having long conversations. It's impossible for me to focus on the task at hand and tune that out. Around mile 18, I had a dude behind me who was whining about how hard everything was and I wanted to tell him to buck up and shut up. With 5,500 ft of climb on each loop (he was doing only one), we all have to become comfortable with being uncomfortable. But I digress...

Photo: Erin Bibeau

As I got closer to the turnaround point, I began to see some familiar nano-celebs as they were working their way around loop #2. I cheered loud for CR holder and local boy, Ryan Burch as he came flying by followed by JT, Katie Robinson, Aaron Marks and my R2R2R buddy, Steve Pero. They were smiling and looking good which put a little pep in my step as I soldiered on.

When I came to the turnaround at around 6 hrs, 10 min, I felt great and ready to take on the second half. Coming in 35 minutes ahead of the cutoff, I needed to apply more effort to keep from slowing down too much. To add to the fun, we had a little bit of everything weather-wise -- mostly sun, lots of mud and periodic thunder with little rain and a little hail. Good times.

Tammy also ran her first 50 miler & did awesome!

I'm happy to report that my knee wasn't giving me problems and my toenails didn't take a bruising this time, thanks to my Wildcats. My quads must be getting seasoned too as I was able to run all the descents.  

High fives as I finished

I rolled into the finish 35 min ahead of the cutoff, a very happy lady. Enjoyed a local brew and quick chat with Burch, Katie and Nick before Sheila came in, having recovered from stomach issues during her second loop. As we were walking away, I suddenly felt nauseous from throwing a beer into a GI system that needed to reset after 13 hours of exertion. I started getting the hot flashes that preclude spewing so I laid down on my back in the grass. After a few minutes, I was able to recover. Disaster averted.

I was so wiped after the race, it took until the next morning to begin to really feel the satisfaction of what I accomplished on Saturday. I didn't mean to pick a super tough 50 miler as my first, so I'm grateful to have finished and to feel good about how it went. I told Nick that while it was a great race, I'm never doing it again. He just laughed. I suspect he knows that I will be back, since hard climbs and gnarly trails make for a more gratifying finish.

My reward for finishing was prancing around in my new shirt:

I pinched these additional on course snaps from Steve Pero:

Lots of this...

...followed by lots of this.

We were warned

JT's all smiles

Horsetooth Reservoir

Nick and Pete put on a fantastic event which is well organized. They provide a lot of pre-race info via the website and kept us informed as to any course changes as the race date approached. Aid stations and volunteers were awesome and their work in keeping us rolling along all day was appreciated.

Shout out to Sheila's husband John, who crewed for both of us at all the accessible aid stations. He was a huge help and I was very grateful for his assistance.

With four ultras done, I now start my summer of pacing Sheila through the Rocky Mountain Slam. Stay tuned, Bighorn is next!

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Daunted and Distracted

“I wanted to throw myself into an experience that was too big for me 

and learn in a way that cost me something.” 

- Jamie Zeppa

Quad Rock 50 course profile

Life has finally slowed down enough for me to begin immersing myself in the Quad Rock 50, which has become in some ways my "A" race of the year. It was added to the calendar to prepare me for pacing Sheila at the Rocky Mountain Slam races. More specifically, it was added for Hardrock training, as pacing 30 miles there will feel like 50. 

Sheila and I previewed a piece of the Quad Rock course last month and I realized that I had picked a pretty tough 50 for my first one. I may have gotten in over my head. I'm always concerned about cutoffs, but this time the likelihood of missing one is much higher. That would be a real bummer, after all the preparation to run this distance. I don't knowingly set goals that are difficult to meet, so this year of ultrarunning is stretching me to take risks and deal with failure. 

I was encouraged reading an interview with Olympic Marathoner Ryan Hall, as I contemplate the challenge of meeting my goal and the possibility of failure:

"God has always provided enough strength for me to do what He wants me to do on the race course. It doesn't mean that I always win...The truth is that those who are not created to be the best in the world at something can experience the same level of satisfaction in daily living as the best guy or girl in the world if they are doing what they were created to do and they are not comparing themselves to others." 

My plan is to run smart and to the best of my ability, leaving the outcome to whatever God has planned for me. My natural response to failure is shame, but I know my worth is not determined by my accomplishments. The ultimate verdict as to my value was returned 2,000 years ago on a cross. I alluded to this in the blog written after my first ultra. To quote Carter Crenshaw, worth is not ultimately determined by the performance of a product, but by what someone is willing to pay for it. Word. 

Perfect post-race shirt, don't ya think?

Numerous ultrarunners have advised that it should feel slow in the first half, which is how I plan to pace myself. Fear of a DNF is a powerful motivator for me, so the challenge will be to hold myself back in the beginning. I'll be bringing along plain-tasting food and gels to fuel myself. Lastly, I will remind myself to have fun. I want to enjoy the day, no matter how many miles I end up running.

On top of my inaugural 50 miler, J-man and I began the process of buying a home two weeks ago. It wasn't planned until next year, but circumstances presented themselves in which it had to be done now, during my toughest two months of training. Thankfully, we found a home right away and plan to close in June, the week after Bighorn.   

To add to the busyness, the end of my son's Kindergarten year includes an art show, music program, field trip and IEP meeting as we prepare for his 6th birthday in two weeks. Additionally, my daughter is potty training, which demands a lot of my attention when she's home with me. Have mercy. 

Having more on my plate actually has helped me to a) run faster as I train between appointments and b) rest during this taper week as I was slammed with to-dos and strict deadlines. I had a PR on one of my trails last week as it became a tempo run, racing to meet our Realtor. So I'm using the added stress to my advantage when I can.

Last week, Sheila and I had a great run on the Ponderous Posterior trails which ranged from desert-y to scree-ful to snowy to slushy. My feet were soaked for at least half of our 5 hour run.  Hardrock training, baby!

Taking care of business

You may not have heard of this talented singer-songwriter-producer, but he's been one of my fav's for over 20 years. His stripped-down remake of his most well-known song just slays me. Enjoy!

Happy Trails,

Shelby