Two years ago I started running. In that time I have run a 5k, a 10k, two half marathons, and 3 marathons. In those runs I always wondered, how much farther can I push it. They all hurt, to some extent, but how long can I put up with the pain, How long can I embrace the suck, and keep going?
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To try to answer this question, I “ran” the Wild Duluth 100k. Originally I was going to run the 50k, but my friend Andy talked me into switching to the 100k, He was going to be running it and said he thought I could do it.
It was a definite baptism by fire for this
aspiring ultramarathoner. I got to the start at about 0530, met up with my friend
Andy, and waited for the race briefing.
The briefing was quick, making sure that people knew what color flags to
look for , and that was about it, we lined up and were off.
Start to 24th
Ave TH. 3.1 Miles (5Km)
The first three miles are a doozy, giving over 300 feet of
elevation, most of which is in mile 2.
Despite this, it felt good. I
followed the line of runners along with Andy, got to the top of the climb at Enger Tower,
range the peace bell and headed for a nice gentle downhill to the first aide
station where my buddy Jay was waiting. With a quick bottle swap from Jay, I was on my way. As I passed Andy I told him I'd see him in 5 minutes. I didn't see him again for another 7 hours..... Such was the day
24th Ave
to Highland AS 5.7 miles (9.2Km)
I THINK this was the section I was on when it started
raining, but I really don’t rememberThis section was a bit more difficult, it
started downhill, but then went right onto another of the mongo climbs. Definite rolling hills and some very pretty
views of the of the city of Duluth I
seriously don’t remember too much about this section, other than it was a bunch
of vertical, and was run half in the dark.
Section ended on another down hill.
Highland to Spirit
Mountain AS 4.9 miles (7.9Km)
More ups and downs, yay!
Another downhill to start, and another steep, nasty climb right after
that. More rolling, up and down…
Starting to see a pattern here? Section
included going down the stairway to heaven, 150 steps built into a steep hill.
Spirit Mountain AS to
Magney-Snively 2 miles (3.2Km)
OK, this was a short section, but that doesn’t mean it was
easy! All uphill, with a few minor dips,
but that’s it. It was short and it was
painful, but I got it done.
Magney-Snively AS to
Munger TH AS 4.3 miles (6.9Km)
This one was a doozy, up and over Ely’s peak in Duluth. Super technical, and a lot of elevation. It’s also one of my favorite sections on the
run. The views of Duluth make the pain more than worth the while. This was a slow section, the mud and slippery rocks made for hard footing for me, and the other runners. I ran into several people I knew on this section. The short conversations in passing really helped boost my spirits.Because it’s an up, over and down, the
elevation really doesn’t show
Munger TH AS to Grand
Portage AS. 5.6 miles (9Km)
Another section, another set of relentless, rolling yet
steep hills. I don’t remember a lot of this one, other than it’s where I really
first started to feel a little slow, despite managing a 15:27 average pace.
Split elevation: 840 feet
Grand Portage AS to
Chambers Grove Turn Around 5.4 miles (8.7Km)
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| This picture does not do Purgatory Justice |
This section SUCKED!!!!!
Almost immediately I hit Purgatory, which is a set of 2 power line hills
I had to ascend both on the outbound leg.
Both are about 45% grade and both have about 100 feet of elevation. Oh, did I mention that the hills were muddy? Imagine mud that is super thick, super slick,
and super sticky. Then, make it on a
downhill where there are THORNY bushes on both sides of the trail. Yeah, that’s what I hit. Those hills really slowed me down, but,
somehow, I managed sub-17 pace for the split, making up time on the hiking and
mountain bike trails. It was in here
that my watch started freezing… ugh. I was also starting to Bonk, my plan to use Tailwind had worked great up until the pont where I had forgot to bring a refill for the Grand Portage AS. This was my first low spot on the run, it would not be my last.
Turn around! I was
really bonking at this point, I had been
using tailwind for fuel, pretty much exclusively, and swapping empty for full
bottles at every aide station. Problem
was, they really weren’t allowing creaw at the Grand Portage AS, so I went 11
miles on 5 miles worth of Tailwind. I
was STARVING… Those ripple potato chips were the most amazing thing in the
world! Now it’s back on the trail.
Section descriptions are going to be more brief from here on
out, since it’s the same places, in reverse.
Chamber’s Grove to Grand Portage
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| These views Are Why I run |
I really took it easy coming up and out of Chambers Grove,
made some phone calls and let the chips and Coca-Cola settle. On the mountain bike trails I ran into my buddy Andy again, he was on his way into the turn around. It was nice to see him and get to say before heading out on my own again. Not much to say other than, the frickin power
lines were even muddier, I totally butt scooted down the hills, getting a fair
collection of scrapes and thorn holes in the process.
Grand Portage to Munger
Another 5.4 on relatively “ easy” trails. Feeling pretty tired and definitely wet and
muddy. At the Munger trail TH I swapped
into clean/dry shoes and socks and picked up Nikk, my pacer, got some more Coke
from Gretchen, who was #1 female at Superior 100 and Nikk and I took off over
Ely’s peak.
Munger TH to Magney-Snively
I was really hurting by this point. It was more walking/trudging than running
now. Nikk was invaluable, he kept me
going, kept me distracted and kept me motivated. It started getting dark on this section, so
it was back to headlamps!
Magney-Snively to Spirit Mountain.
A “quick” downhill section that got us the 2 miles from
Magney-Snively to the base of Spirit Moutain.
A LOT less elevation this time, net downhill, but with like 100 feet of
elevation gain thrown in.
Spirit Moutain to Hiland/Getchnell
This was 5 plus miles of torture! Back on those releltless rolling hills, and
in the dark, and totally ripped up, muddy trails, including going UP the staI was feeling pretty dead, but I did get in
before the 2130 cut off, so that made me happy
Highland/Getchell to 24th street.
Watch started dying at this point, so I don’t have good info
other than God did that suck. Nikk went
with Jay to meet up with me for the last push, so I was alone for 5.7 of
solitary torture. I knew I was going to
push through, but it was hard. One
bright spot, as I was coming to a tunnel where the Superior Hiking Trail goes
under a road, Brian was there with 2 Little Casear’s Hot N’ Ready pizzas. Fueled by a slice of cheese I took off only
to promptly take a wrong turn and waste about 20 minutes finding the correct
trail….GGGRRR. Somewhere in here I started feeling sorry for myself, I'm happy Nikk wasn't there to see it, I was pretty mopey, trudging through the mud in the dark. But then the song Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns popped into my head. With the lyrics floating through my consciousness I was able to keep on going, albeit slowly.
24th street to Bayfront finish.
Met up with Nikk for the final push and we were off. I was totally dragging at this point, I had
come into the AS45 minutes behind where I wanted to be and only had 30 minutes
until cutoff… 3 minutes to run a 5k on legs that had just run 59 miles…… It was
slow going, first going uphill, then back down for the final push. There was more walking than I’d like to
admit. Between both calves acting up,
quads that were getting a little crampy, a headlamp with a slowly dying battery
and, well, just being exhausted, I was not in any condition to run it. We made it down the nasty trail hill and to
the paved path for the end, where that big meanie Nikk made me RUN the last
half mile. Probably a good thing. I may have felt like hell, but at least I
proved to myself that I had enough left in the tank to make the end look good.
Waiting at the finish were my buddies Jay and Andy, and Brian, that amazing man who sat on a lawn chair in a tunnel to give pizza to tired runners. I received my finisher's mug and hat (which I'm not really sure I deserve), got some chocolate milk and promptly got into my truck and drove to the hotel to crash... not a very auspicious end to my first ultra.
Official time was 18 hours 15 minutes and 51 seconds to
complete my first Ultra distance.
The Good
- My
Crew Buddy Jay and My pacer Nikk, they really made it possible
- Brian
sitting in his lawn chair in the tunnel with 2 Little Caesars pizzas
- My
fueling plan went almost perfectly. I
carried 400 calories of Tailwind on me pretty much all the time, swapping used
for full bottles at every AS I could.
The only Hitch was the Grand Portage AS on the outbound leg, with the NO
CREW on the course description, I didn’t have my buddy to fill and swap with
me, so I bonked pretty hard right before Chambers Grove.
- My
Altra Superior shoes. They handled the
mud and rocks amazingly well.
- The
Aide Stations. Well stocked and well
manned
- The
Volunteers! They were AMAZING!The
overall experience. It was an awesome
introduction to Ultramarathons.
The Bad
- The MUD! That was some of the nastiest sticky sucky mud I've seen. Or, at least my tired brain said so.
- Getting mixed up on the trail and losing time. I will say though, that the pizza was totally worth it.
- Purgatory... need I say more?
- My waist-lamp really dimming in the last few miles.
The Blah
- My Brooks Cascadia's didn't work as well as I thought they would. It might have been me just being tired, but I didn't feel like they had the traction I wanted.
- The weather. Cool and rainy is OK, but the mud it produced kind of wrecked that.
- I was 15 minutes after midnight. I got the finishers stuff, but struggle with whether I really earned it.
Existential "mountain top experience" stuff
This took me a week to put together and publish because, well, I really didn't know what to think of my first ultramarathon experience. I've gone through a week highs and lows to match the highs and lows from the run it'self. I have the fact that I was part of the 50% of the field that finished the race. How did I manage to do it when stronger, better runners didn't? How much of it was sheer dumb luck?
Then there was the high. I did it! On my first shot at an ultramarathon, I went for 100k and got it done. Super stoked, and I look at it as one of the biggest accomplishments in my life. Yet I'm having a hard time with coming in after cut off. I guess a "real" ultramarathoner wouldn't count this, but I got the distance in and the RD lists my time in the results, so I'm cinflicted. This was a lot for a novice to process. Finally, it comes down to, I went out there, I went the distance, and I want to do it again. That will have to do for now.
