July 10, 2010
Pscho Psummer Run Toto Run Race Report
I would be remis to not begin this post by thanking Ben Holmes, Sophia Wharton, Dick Ross, and the Trail Nerds for assembling not just a wonderful run, series of yearly runs, or a staff of volunteers that made the Psycho Psummer run fantastic, but for creating an experience that was worth much more than the price of admission.
I plan for every race with the same amateur methods...log less miles than I should, struggle with a complicated schedule, eat barely any meat products, but drink too much soda.
The Psycho Psummer trail run is on rocky, rooty, muddy, and steep trails in the Wyandotte County Lake Park located in Kansas. Juxtaposing the wonderful, natural setting where human beings compete, relying only on their legs, with the nearby race track where machines race at speeds up to hundreds of miles leaves a stark contrast in the type of competitions present within a few mile radius. As I passed the raceway on the way home, I was thankful to be lucky enough to be involved with the former. (Calm down, NASCAR fans...it's with all due respect).
This race morning I was ready to go! I had run on a trail only one time before...at the February Run Toto Run...this would be my second time...EVER! I laid out my clothing for the race...shorts, bandana, socks, and shoes. I love it...compared to a winter race where I feel like I am packing for a week-long vacation. I went a little crazy and chose a banana instead of a pop tart for my race meal, and a glass of chia fresca to wash down a salt pill. I am a big believer in trial and error, especially since most of the time I am on the "error" side. I left the house around 6:30 am for the gas station...to get a soda...some routines just shouldn't be broken.
Pre Race
Pulling into the park gave me the sense of relief. Normally, I am tense, nervous, and in dire need of a porta-potty. But not this morning. The tension of besting a previous time was absent, and that was enough to calm my mind and body. I parked the car along the side of the road, and who parked behind me? A friend of mine, Ken Moran, who was the one who convinced me to run the February run early in the year. His would be the only face I would know at the race, and it was nice to have someone to talk to.
Race Start
After some unusual warning from the race directors (to paraphrase, be careful running downhill or you could get seriously injured) ...compared to a road race...the 15 miler race began. 200+ runners filed unceremoniously into a single track trail, bring us to a walk which would last for the better part of a mile. The summation of the first three miles is simple: downhill on rocky, muddy, and slippery trails...do not make light of this, because a basic qualification of a trail runner in my mind is coordination. Fortunately, I am balanced like a cat. Unfortunately, a couple of runners in front and behind me were not. Down in the mud they went, but with no damages. Me, I remained unscathed, and would remain so for quite a while.
After some unusual warning from the race directors (to paraphrase, be careful running downhill or you could get seriously injured) ...compared to a road race...the 15 miler race began. 200+ runners filed unceremoniously into a single track trail, bring us to a walk which would last for the better part of a mile. The summation of the first three miles is simple: downhill on rocky, muddy, and slippery trails...do not make light of this, because a basic qualification of a trail runner in my mind is coordination. Fortunately, I am balanced like a cat. Unfortunately, a couple of runners in front and behind me were not. Down in the mud they went, but with no damages. Me, I remained unscathed, and would remain so for quite a while.
I had every intention of remembering the key trail points and geography for each mile...only 15 pieces of information to remember. But at some point my brain went into a sharp focus around mile 12.5 (I will get that shortly), and the trail history was pushed out of my memory. This is what I have pieced together:
Miles 1 - 5
I filed into a comfortable line of runners progressing at a slower pace than what I intended to run, but the pace was fun and the conversation light. Even if I wanted to pass, I couldn't, so I enjoyed the company and scenery. Up and down, and up and down again through the trails we went. We eventually came to a moderate downhill splattered with mud pockets and standing muddy water. The line sloshed through, some slipping in the mud...but not me. I was light as a feather (not really) and barely got any mud on my shoes! Somewhere possibly around mile 4 (?) I heard a runner behind me lamenting the hill that was to come. Around the corner, and Oh, smile for the camera. That was a distraction, for tied to two trees was a thick rope leading up an incredible hill. To reverse a quote by Phil Silvers in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World, "...up there?! WE HAVE TO GO UP THERE?!" But any race where a rope is necessary suddenly became the best race in which I have ever partipated. Beautiful!
I filed into a comfortable line of runners progressing at a slower pace than what I intended to run, but the pace was fun and the conversation light. Even if I wanted to pass, I couldn't, so I enjoyed the company and scenery. Up and down, and up and down again through the trails we went. We eventually came to a moderate downhill splattered with mud pockets and standing muddy water. The line sloshed through, some slipping in the mud...but not me. I was light as a feather (not really) and barely got any mud on my shoes! Somewhere possibly around mile 4 (?) I heard a runner behind me lamenting the hill that was to come. Around the corner, and Oh, smile for the camera. That was a distraction, for tied to two trees was a thick rope leading up an incredible hill. To reverse a quote by Phil Silvers in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World, "...up there?! WE HAVE TO GO UP THERE?!" But any race where a rope is necessary suddenly became the best race in which I have ever partipated. Beautiful!
Miles 5 - 12
Circulating through the brush around mile 5 I checked my Garmin...60+ minutes! Holy crap! This was going to take me over 3 hours to complete. I have never been on my feet running for more than 2 1/2 hours before, so like everything else that encompasses a trail race, this was another new experience. I thought about Ken and what his position probably was...out in front, probably at mile 10, preparing his final advance to win. I hoped so.
Circulating through the brush around mile 5 I checked my Garmin...60+ minutes! Holy crap! This was going to take me over 3 hours to complete. I have never been on my feet running for more than 2 1/2 hours before, so like everything else that encompasses a trail race, this was another new experience. I thought about Ken and what his position probably was...out in front, probably at mile 10, preparing his final advance to win. I hoped so.
Leaving the second aid station (?) after eating an orange slice and topping off my water, I ran past the first troop of runners I had been following, and fell into line behind a fellow running in Vibrams. First, I am impressed that anyone can run in those, and second, jealous, because I cannot get my skinny foot hamped by an uncooperative pinky toe into them. Up through mile 7.5 I followed Mr. Vibram and enjoyed his conversation, as did the runners behind me in line. We speculated on if there had ever been any streakers in this race...and that sums up the mood. It was fun, the run was fun, and halfway through, I felt no pain, no frustration, and the joy of running was in full form.
The trails in this race seem endless. The are well marked with Do Not Enter, Turn Left, Straight Ahead signs, but I have to wonder how anyone trains on these trails and doesn't get lost!
Miles 12 - 15
Up to mile 12.5 I ran steady, not fast, but careful. I knew I was going to have to push it toward the end, simply because my endurance has been suffering this year. But at the mile 12 (?) aid station, something happened. Behind my knee, my muscle started to pulse, and not in a good way. I immediately stopped, rubbed it, and commanded my leg, NO. From there to the end it was a battle with my legs, and the trail was on their side.
Up to mile 12.5 I ran steady, not fast, but careful. I knew I was going to have to push it toward the end, simply because my endurance has been suffering this year. But at the mile 12 (?) aid station, something happened. Behind my knee, my muscle started to pulse, and not in a good way. I immediately stopped, rubbed it, and commanded my leg, NO. From there to the end it was a battle with my legs, and the trail was on their side.
The logs that I hopped over before seemed a little bit higher. Oh, I still hopped over them, but oh did it hurt when I landed. My thighs were cramping and I was beginning to get frustrated. Not with the run, but with why I was feeling pain. This was a fun race, a different race, a trail race! After the Wyandotte Triangle, I swallowed some IB and a couple of salt pills. Too little, too late. Again, back to the trail and error. I should have been taking salt much earlier...now I know.
Two miles to go I was met with a scene from an Indiana Jones movie. A very long path filled with muddy potholes, and no way would I be able to gracefully run along the side. I think the race directors do this on purpose, because what fun is it for them if every runner comes back clean. I picked the spots to step, and paraded gracefully across the mudslide. A runner in front of me was slipping around like a greased pig, and I could hear the sucking sounds as his shoes were tring to free themselves from his feet. I smiled big, and almost laughed. How I was glad to never have lost a shoe in the mud. But with mud comes a greater distance to lift your legs, and mind were tired. My right leg hit a seemingly huge mud hole, and like a mud exposion, I was covered in it. My pretty shoes were swollowed up in the mud, and although they remained secure to my feet, I began carrying what seemed like half the trail securely attached to my shoes through the rest of the muddy marsh.
My legs were cramping badly now, but slowing down to walk made it worse. Running was the only way to continue, so that is what I did. But the trail continues uphill. As my youngest daughter would say, "Are you serious?" Light steps (ha) took me up the last bit of trail, and around the bend, I was ready for the soft grass. Alas, it wasn't there. More mud, more trail, more uphill, more rocks...
I love trail running, seriously!
Looking at my Garmin, I watched mile 15 come, and then go. If I had been in a road race, I would have been ready to revolt. Somehow today, I didn't mind. I could hear people yelling, and I knew I was almost there. Finally, I was running across the road, down the green grass, over the concrete bridge, and into the straightaway. Ken (who had already won the 15 mile race) had kindly stuck around to cheer me through to the finish. I was forced to run unnaturally, since my leg was cramping badly and there was no way I was going to walk into the finish, so suffer through I did. But suffering is realitive. Ben Holmes was at the finish line with a medal, a look-you-in-the-eyes handshake, and cold beer. Now that combination was worth the price of admission.
I finished 15 miles in about what it would take me to finish a full marathon. The perspective of time is something runners dwell on. It is something that was almost an afterthough today. I finished my second run (and that includes any training runs) on a trail, and I felt like a kid. I got to run through the forest, mud, over rocks, in the water, climb up hills using a rope...enjoy an experience that is in my top two running experiences.
Why the Psycho Wyco races are world-class:
Food: Seriously, for anyone to not get enough calories and nutrients during the race would be impossible. These people really take care of you.
Aid: Each aid station is like a hotel...they want you to stay awhile, eat, relax, no hurries.
Photography: Free pictures! Nothing in this world is free, but somehow we get free pictures...and lots of them. This is a practice every race should follow.
Personality: The sponsors treat you like you would want to be treated. Enough said.
Experience: They are plenty of things in this world we can buy with money. We can amass mounds of "things". But an experience, especially a positive one, will carry more influence, more smiles, more stories, and more life than anything else.
Thank you to everyone who contributed to my experience. Congratulations to my friend Ken who won, but mostly for sticking around for another hour to watch me finish. Thank you to Dick Ross and crew for the great pictures (so my kids could ask me why I was naked! even though I was wearing shorts). And thank you to the RDs...you are an example for all other RDs to follow.
M