This blog has been woe-fully neglected, so I figure I'll start doing the most important events of this summer.
The Tahoe Rim Trail 100 was an event I was the most anxious about of all the events this summer, and perhaps ever. When I'm on the trails I suffer more than when I'm on mile 390 of a 400 mile bike ride. Not sure why, maybe because running is a newer thing for me? I haven't properly trained as a runner? Not sure...
Anyway, Hank instigated this run as this would coincide with his B-day and he'd like to do a 50k. Then Sam and Hudgins signed up for the 100 miler... so I upped my registration from a 50k, to a 50m, to a 100m. And decided to start running a lot. Which was tough as I was riding a lot since finding c510, a cycling crew that rides fast, early, and makes training quite enjoyable.
After all the
TRT training runs, I sort of felt ready, but I truly wasn't sure until I hit the start line.
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| The day before... picked up my "race socks"... these turned out well, but I think it's impossible to keep the Tahoe moon dust out of your shoes, so either you need different shoes with less breathable uppers and keep the dust out, or you need to change socks more often than I did... which was 0. |
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| And a few days before the race I figured this would be a good time for new shoes... yup, so I picked up some Hoka Speed Goats and kept these in the drop bag. And never used em. |
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| Got a nice goodbye from the Nickelsens... |
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| And on our way up, we stopped by Spooner Lake which is basically at the finish for a quick soak and to check out the start/finish line. Later, we found out that this lake is full of leaches! Yikes! |
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| At the pre-race meeting |
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| And dropbag drops... |
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| Back near Tahoe. This was Hank's B-day celebration after all, so they rented a place off Kingsbury. I slept on this deck for a few hours and prayed. |
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| At the 5 am start. Hank and Aaron's race started at 6 am, so they graciously dropped us off and found parking far away. |
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| Moon set |
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| Sam, still feeling pretty good here. Probably like mile 5. He was slowing down and I was starting to wonder... |
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| At mile 6 or so, Sam started limping due to his ankle. He switched shoes at the first drop bag which helped, but he kept on limping. I figured I'd be the one slowing us down, but I was ok with this role reversal. |
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| The hike up from Diamond Peak was a royal pain. Straight up the ski runs... for what seemed like forever. I really wished I had poles at this point. |
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| The view wasn't bad though. |
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| Soon Hope caught up to us. He was kicking butt. |
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| Not a bad place to be running. I kept reminding myself to be grateful every time I got to a view like this one... which helped me keep my mind off the pain. But I really wasn't hurting too bad. The pain was so mild the whole time, I really never felt too bad. |
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| Stopped here for 5 seconds... |
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| Oh... my eating strategy. This'll have to change. I wanted to eat real food until my stomach started asking for something else. The day was quite hot and I love watermelons, so I think that was all I had for the first 40+ miles. That resulted in that bright red poo you see down there (your welcome for not zooming in)... yeah, that was quite disturbing. All that jogging and jostling my tummy really never results in me having a solid poo during a long run. I do take some immodium, which seems to help, but never to the point that I have a solid poo... ok enough poo talk. |
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| The second time we got to Diamond Peak, Sam was hurting. We decided to chill out here for a while tend to his feet. We both said, "I don't really get blisters, so I'm not too worried." Which was an amateur mistake. In these longer runs (over 100k), you need to tend to your blisters as soon as you start feeling them. And change socks every 20 or so miles if you can, I think that would have saved me. Oh, and a shout out to these volunteers tending to nasty feet at 3 am. Amazing volunteers from Reno! |
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| Sunrise! |
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| At this point, I knew that it'd be much quicker to walk back to the finish than drop out. So I talked to Sam, who was still miraculously trudging on, and I decided to run ahead. I actually felt pretty good for having run for 24+ hours, so I took off and started passing people, which was fun. |
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| Hope and Hank were at the finish... one of 3 or 4 folks who were there, which meant a lot. This was quite an emotional race for me, as I was getting ready to leave the bay area and this being my first 100. Plus witnessing the pain that Sam was enduring was inspirational. Got my plastic cup, filled it with beer and got a burrito from the taco truck and waited for Sam. |
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| Who came in an hour or so after me looking quite haggard. But he kicked butt. |
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| We went back, took a nap, and returned for the ceremony. Here's Hudgins getting his buckle. |
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| Sub 30 hr finishers get a silver buckle. The sub 24 hr folks get a gold one. I may have to return to get a gold one... |
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| This tattoo was quite handy. |
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| The crew! |
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| The Kuwabaras were on our way up to Pahatsi where we'd spend the next week in Tahoe! And check out that sunset! |
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| Bye bye! |
Here's Sam's track.
https://www.strava.com/activities/2552603572
And Hudgins
https://www.strava.com/activities/2551380042
Happy B-day to Hank!
Oh, an here are my feet...
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| before |
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| And right after |
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| That was a big ole' blister... |
