Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Superior 2013

Writing this blog post is turning out to be more challenging that I would have initially thought.  It should be simple, embark on an epic adventure, finish, celebrate, share your story with others. Done.  This time however, it wasn't that simple... But that's ok, because that's how we learn, and grow.

This last weekend, I lined up with nearly 200 other runners at Gooseberry State Park to follow the Superior Hiking Trail 103 miles to the finish line at Lutsen Mountain.  We had 38 hours to get there.

By my side was my trail buddy, Steph, and we had agreed we'd run what we could together, but knowing that it was likely that we'd end up getting split up before the day(s) was over.  The morning air was warm, but I had goosebumps from my nerves.  After a few words from the race director, we were off.

In the beginning there were these single file packs of runners.  A train of people stretching down the trail, but as the miles wore on, it didn't take long for people to find their own pace & get more spread out.  Pretty soon you were with a group of maybe 3 or 4 people without being able to see anyone ahead or behind you.

It didn't take long before I noticed a steady drip of sweat off the right corner of my baseball hat.  One drop at a time, but at a regular rate of drip...drip...drip... My bandana that I carry with me was getting very wet from wiping my face & soon felt completely saturated.  I worked hard to keep drinking & eating & to remember to take a salt tab now & again.

Steph & I arrived into the first aid station, right on schedule.  I had put together a schedule for myself & my crew of what time I had "hoped" to arrive at each aid station & what the cut off times were for each one as well.  Staying one step ahead of the clean up crew was my goal.  I wanted to finish, but I wasn't out to set a land speed record!

At 20 miles, the next aid station, we got to see our crew.  That was exciting.  I was really hot, and I had ran out of water in the previous section.  I added a bottle of Heed (electrolyte replacement drink) to my pack along with 2 liters of water & a variety of bars, gels, & snacks.

As the days have passed since the race, some of the more finite details have faded.  But it was going into the County Road 6 aid station (about 43 miles) as one area that sticks out in my mind.  Steph was running strong & in the miles leading up to this aid station, we had gotten separated.  I was a little bummed, I'll admit it, but I totally understood.  When you need to fly, you fly! I would only see her 1 more time before the finish line.  My crew would update me along the way as to how she was doing.  The other thing that happened here, was it got dark.  In many ways, I think we, as runners were looking forward to it getting dark.  After sweltering through the day in the hot sun, we had all hoped nightfall would bring some relief.  I stopped for a brief moment to dig my headlamp out of my pack & turned it on.  It took a little while to get used to running in a small beam of light, but there I was alone on the trail with my light & having really no idea how much farther to the next aid station.  Soon I saw a sign that said 4 miles... 4 miles?!! Are you kidding?! I was sure I'd done at least that much.  Boo.  Ok, well, keep going I told myself.  Pretty soon another runner came up behind me & we ran together for those last 4 miles.  Another big bummer here, was you were up high on the ridgeline & all of a sudden you could see & hear the aid station below you.  So you knew, you just had to get down to it... It took another 45 minutes to get to that aid station!! Every descent I thought would take us there.  I was nearly on the verge of tears when I finally popped out of the woods to be greeted by my pacers, Colleen & Katie.

I refilled at the aid station here & Katie and I headed into the woods.  The runner I had met in the previous section was still with us & we had picked up another guy.  The four of us swapped stories & shared some laughs along the way.  It was so much fun!!! Such a change from the dark place I had been in earlier.

Before we knew it, we arrived at the Finland aid station.  51 miles.  HALF WAY!!! This was awesome.  Half way.  I changed my shoes & socks & Matt cleaned up my feet (he's a keeper!!) Then Dale & I headed off down the trail.  Dale was going to run with me for 3 sections & about 21 miles.  It started out well enough, but then my body wanted to shut down.  It was sometime after midnight.  Maybe 1am.. I'm really not sure.  We had 7+ miles to go to Sonjou Road aid station, where we would not have a crew.  I was spiraling into a hole.  Dale told me stories & encouraged me to eat & drink.  I was walking & but not really going anywhere.  We finally arrived into Sonjou Road & I wanted something salty.  So I sat in a chair by a fire for a few minutes & sipped on some broth.  This didn't taste nearly as good as I had hoped... I was getting shaky, but knew I wasn't getting anywhere sitting there.  So I picked myself up & moved on.  Dale picked up a baggie of potato chips for me & half a banana.  Off we went.  I felt awful.  I was barely moving.  Dale "forced" a couple potato chips into my hand & I would eat them one tiny bite at a time.  All I wanted to do was curl up in the fetal position & go to sleep.  But luckily for me, Dale wouldn't let me.  He kept pressuring me to eat the chips & drink water.  And believe it or not, I actually started to feel better.  Who knew the magic of potato chips?? Seriously! It was getting on to 5am by now & I could tell that it was getting lighter - maybe only by degrees of light, but morning was coming.  Soon we hit the road into Crosby Manitou State Park.  Matt & John were there & they helped me jog in.

At Crosby, there was a lot of activity.  I sat in a chair & somebody brought me a hamburger.  I'm not going to lie, that hamburger patty was pretty gross.  But I ate it anyway, and it too had some magical properties.  I picked up my trekking poles at this point, because I no longer could trust my legs.  And Dale and I were off for our final 9 miles together.

I had heard rumors of this section being very tough.  They were true.  A few minutes after leaving the aid station, I got stung by a bee.  It hurt like mad! But Dale took my bandana and dunked it a river & we tied the cold cloth to my arm.  That felt sooo much better.  The climbs & descents here were crazy.  I was actually really grateful the sun was coming up & I was reaching this in the daylight.  Speaking of the sun coming up.  That also proved to be magical.  As day broke over the woods, the song "Morning has Broken" came into my head.  I hummed the few words I could remember over and over as we made our way through the forest.  I was feeling good & we were almost done with this section.

We came into the next aid station & I was greeted by my crew.  Always a refreshing site.  I drank some perpetuem (protein, carb, caffeine mix), changed my socks & Katie & I were on our way.  I felt good.  I was picturing the finish line.  I had this in the bag.  Or so I thought.  We kept on cruising & the miles seemed to fly by.

Soon enough, we came into the next aid station & I was finally going to run with Colleen.  I think we were both pretty excited.  I said thank you and good bye to Katie, and Colleen & I were off.  Things started out ok here.  We chatted some, and she pulled me along down the trail.  But sooner than either of us would have liked, I started to spiral downhill.  I wasn't able to eat, nothing sounded good.  Nothing I had or Colleen had was appetizing.  She encouraged me to drink my Heed.  That tasted awful, too.  I wanted to puke.  I thought I was going to.  I was barely moving.  This went on for a long time.  One step at a time, Colleen encouraging me to eat or drink, anything.  Me barely able to get anything down.  Hardly moving.  Finally at one point I asked if I could sit down.  I sat in the middle of the trail & couldn't stop yawning.  I was done.  Colleen put her hand on my shoulder & said a prayer for me.  Something I will never, ever, forget.  With some encouragement & the truth that my day was over, I got up.  I still had to get off the trail.  No one was going to come in & carry me out.  I had 4 miles to go to the next aid station.  I don't have any idea how long it took me to finish those four miles.  Colleen had her phone and called Matt to come in and walk out with me.  By this point I was starting to see things (ok, truth is I was seeing stuff way before this too...) and the 3 of us were able to giggle about it now and again.  The sweepers (people who were volunteering to take the course down after the last runner) were following us.  I was it.  The last person on the course at this point.  I remember being able to crack a joke or two, and Colleen and Matt still trying to get me to eat or drink anything.  But I was barely moving.  But one foot in front of the other finally will lead you to where you need to go.

And after a total of 32 hours and 39 minutes of continuous forward progress, I found my finish line at 85 miles.  I sat in a camp chair by the car, and with that, the tears came.  There was no stopping them.  9 months of training, endless support from my wonderful husband, the encouragement from my friends, and the fact that I didn't make my goal all came flooding down around me.  

I don't know if I'll ever be able to express the love that I felt out there from my crew, pacers, and other runners - Joli & Scott, especially. 

After taking a shower & grabbing a bite to eat, we all went back to watch my friend, Steph, finish her 103 miles.  It was really impressive to see such grit, and determination on a hot, challenging course.  I am so impressed by her & grateful to call her a friend.

And now what?  Here I am with 85 miles under my belt, but the larger 100 mile goal is still out there.  I will achieve it.  But as I'm still nursing the occasional blister & stiff and sore muscles, I'm not willing to say when just yet.

Thanks for reading, and all of your support.  Here's to the next grand adventure!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Taper Time!

Dear Training Cycle,
I think it's time for us to take a break.  I've been following you day in and day out... You've knocked me down, you've built me up, but I've met someone else.  Your partner, the taper.  It's been a good ride, including new personal records at both 50k & 50 mile distances.  Now it's time to see how well you really did.  I'm going to go & enjoy tapering & I'll see you later.

Well, it's really here - 3 weeks to go until the Superior 100 mile.  If I haven't done it, it's not going to get done.  I've always been a fan of the 3 week taper - some people do 2 weeks, but 3weeks has always been successful for me.  Now it's time to dial it down gradually while leading up to race day.

Here's a little overview of the adventures I've had while training this season.

First race of the season.  50k finish at Psycho Wyco Run Toto Run in Kansas City.



Trail Mix 50k.  Snowy day in April, where I won my age group!

The following weekend was Chippewa Moraine 50k.  Snowy & muddy.  Steph & I were 2nd & 3rd in our age group! Another successful weekend!

Night runs at Afton with my 2 favorite trail ladies!!!


Afton Trail Race 50k.  36 min personal best over the previous year's race.


Lots and lots of miles logged at Lake Rebecca Park.  So grateful for this gem only a few miles from my house.


And of course a mid-summer training run on the Superior Hiking Trail.



Running adventures while on vacation in Michigan.  Always fun to find beautiful places to enjoy & explore!



It's been fun, but I couldn't have done it without a certain someone!

Until next time!! Catch y'all later!

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Voyageur 50 Mile Trail Race

This weekend Matt & I headed to Duluth for a weekend of adventure.  I was joining my trail buddy, Steph, along with her husband, Chris, and friend, Joy, for the Voyageur 50 mile Trail Ultra.  While the ladies were running, Matt & Chris headed to Canal Park in Duluth to see the Tall Ships that were spending the weekend in the harbor.

We had elected to camp this weekend given the jacked up prices of area hotel rooms.  Plus camping always adds to the adventure anyway.  Ma Nature can be a finicky lady, and after a week of 90 + degree days here in the cities, she graced us with a week of 70's and a nearly picture perfect forecast for the weekend.

We packed the car for a casual summer adventure in the northland.  As we drove north, we checked the weather and found cooler than average temps & lots of rain forecasted... Probably would have been wise to check the forecast BEFORE we left the house, because we'd have likely tossed in rain gear...

We drove through patches of rain & arrived at the campground to chilly, cloudy temps, but no rain. Got the tent set up (which was a pain, given we were trying to stake into really rocky soil,) and enjoyed a lovely evening around the campfire with the gang.

Pretty soon it was time for bed & the alarm was set for 4am.  As luck would have it, our piece of ground wasn't nearly as flat as we'd have hoped, and I had a restless night's sleep.  I was cozy given I have the warmest mummy bag ever, but didn't sleep well.

The alarm went off & we got our stuff organized.  I had packed a tank top to run in along with my new favorite skirt.  I had tossed some arm sleeves & a long sleeve shirt in my bag, but managed to leave those in the tent, so I was stuck running in a tank at 48 degrees at the start...

Once we got moving, I was ok.  Luckily I had my buff, that I could make into a hat, so that really did help keep me warmer.

6am race start - short trip on the pavement to the trail, and right away we were greeted with some really technical, rocky stuff along the river.  It was slow going since all the runners were still in packs, and picking through the rocks takes time.  I made a mental note, that the last 3 miles could be slow, since the course was an out & back.

After the 2.9 mile aid station, things opened up & we had some very runnable sections.  Plus multiple creek crossing of ankle deep water, & river crossings with broken bridges... The race director did say "If it looks unsafe, you're in the right place."  He was definitely right.  But that just added to the adventure.

Steph, Joy & I stayed & worked together to make the miles pass quickly.  Some places I lead the way, other times it was Steph or Joy.  The hardest sections were miles 20-25 & 25-30.  On the way out, at about 19-20 miles, we hit the Powerlines.  It was overcast & cool - such a change from last year, where I felt like I was baking in the direct sun.  The powerlines are these rolling "hills" maybe 200-300 feet straight up - think steep enough that you are grabbing the ground in front of you, to help you lift yourself up.  And repeat it 4-5 times... Up, down, up, down, repeat...  

The next section was Jarrow's Beach... the farthest thing from a beach... about a mile long section of pointy rocks just waiting to grab an ankle.... Really slow going.

Just past the 25 mile turnaround, about the time we were heading back through Jarrow's Beach, it started to rain.... We got through the beach before the rocks got too wet, but not soon enough to get through the powerlines before they turned into a greasy mess.

It was insane on the return trip through the powerlines.  They were so slippery that once you scrambled your way to the top, attempting to grab anything, bush, root, bramble, anything, to get traction on, you then slid on your butt down the other side because if you didn't, you'd end up on your butt anyway.

All of us hit the ground at least a time or two.  But I keep saying, "It's not how many times you fall, but how many times you get up." I've come to learn that falling is a part of trail running & you just have to dust yourself off, and carry on.  

There were times on the return trip that it was really raining, and cold.  It was gross, but we just kept moving & working together.  My main goal for this event was to finish feeling strong enough to continue.  Given that I have Sawtooth 100 coming up in Sept, I wanted to know if I could keep going.  Mission accomplished.  I was happy to be done for today, but didn't feel totally trashed... I still have a lot of miles to log between now & September, but this gave me a good boost of confidence.  Plus Steph & I set nearly a 2 hour PR from our time last year.  11 hours & 31 minutes, compared to a slightly different course last year in 13 & 1/2 hours.  And we finished as 10, 11 & 12th women overall.  :-)

I love spending the day on the trail with these ladies.  Plus it was so fun to meet some new people along the way.  Even if it was cold & gross, it was an awesome day!!!!!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Why I Run

I've been doing some thinking lately about why I run.  Why would I register for an event that requires me to "run" 100 miles, if I didn't have a good reason lace up my shoes nearly every day.

Last week I registered for my "A" race of the season - a 100 mile trail race on the Superior Hiking Trail in Northern Minnesota held in early September.  Training for this event is going to require me to log hundreds of miles on my feet over the coming months.

So I asked myself, Kate, why DO you run?

Here are some reasons that I came up with:
* I always feel better when it's done.
* To catch up with girlfriends.
* To enjoy some alone time.
* To listen to music.
* To enjoy the solitude of the woods.
* To avoid becoming complacent.
* To watch the changing of the seasons.
* To enjoy a sunrise.
* To enjoy a sunset.
* To look at the stars.
* To explore new places.
* To push my limits.
* I enjoy food more.
* A hot shower never felt so good.
* It becomes meditative.
* To relieve stress.
* To solve a problem.
* It becomes an outlet for my competitive spirit.
* To meet new people.

These are just a few reasons I lace up my shoes nearly every day & head out the door.  As I came up with this list, what really became clear is that there is no 1 reason why I run.  And each run can start as one reason & morph into another.  There are as many reasons for me to run as workouts I need to log!

Each day is a new adventure & I'm really excited to dive into training for my 100 mile event.  I'm looking forward to exploring new trails & parks around Minnesota & meeting new people along the way.  I'm excited to share many of those miles with my good friends & enjoy their company on trails new & old.

Until next time.  Happy trails!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Psycho-Wyco Run Toto Run 50k

First race of 2013 is on the books.  Took a weekend road trip with Matt & my trail buddy, Steph, to Kansas City to run the Psycho-Wyco Run Toto Run 50k.  It was a really fun weekend!

Thanks to Matt's Uncle Marvin & Aunt Janece, we had our own private tour guides & a very comfortable place to stay.

After an easy drive down on Friday afternoon, and a gourmet dinner of homemade pasta reheated in a gas station microwave, we made it safely to KC.  Matt & his family headed out for a couple drinks while Steph & I got organized for our race the following morning.

Since we had arrived late on Friday, Steph & I were one of the first ones to arrive on race morning to pick up our race packets.  It was a chilly morning, but it smelled like spring, and birds were chirping! Ahh, what a nice change of scenery!!

After a few trips to the porta potty & leaving our drop bags, we were ready to go! In typical trail race fashion, all the racers were hanging out near the start line, and somebody says "Go" and we're off.  At least this time I didn't face plant!

The course consists of 3 10 mile loops.  The first loop felt good - footing was good, found the course surprisingly hilly, & rocky.  There was still some frost in the ground, so it wasn't muddy...yet...  Just over 2 hours later, we had finished the first loop, and found that the back half of the loop is much harder than the front half.

Navigating the hills & rocks
I dropped my jacket & refilled water, and we were off on the 2nd loop.  I was still feeling good & setting the pace for Steph & I.  We passed a few folks, and were passed by a few others.  However on this loop it had warmed up and the footing got so sloppy! I mean, mucky, sloppy, slippery, shoe-sucking mud! Both Steph & I managed to stay upright this time around.  I was worried about what the 3rd loop might bring!

We finished the 2nd loop in 2:20 or so - not bad given how sloppy the trail was.  I wasn't ready to drop another layer just yet, but it had warmed up enough that I was very comfortable in capris and a long sleeve top.

On to the 3rd loop & I was feeling great! I continued to set the pace & Steph & I continued to put one foot in front of the other.  We passed a few folks early on, and settled in to a comfortable pace.  Shockingly, the footing had improved.  There were still some mucky spots, but overall it was better.  About half way through the final loop, a root reached up and grabbed my toe, and I took a digger.  Lucky for me, the footing was soft, but not sloppy there! There were a few folks behind us that we'd see as we left the aid stations, but no one really in front of us.

We came out of the woods at one point, to a paved road, up a hill to an aid station.  We ran up the hill (probably 24 miles in) and the guys at the aid station said "We haven't seen anyone run this hill in a while."  I laughed and responded with, "Well, it is only a 3 loop course! We don't have to run this hill again!"

After the final aid station, Steph & I agree that we haven't seen anyone in quite awhile and were probably good to comfortably run to the finish.  We were so wrong!! Shortly thereafter, we were passed by another couple.... Where did they come from??? That lit a fire in me, and I put the hammer down.  We quickly came to another steep, sloppy, hill & the girl that had just passed me was covered in mud & she was struggling to get up the hill.  I scampered by her and just kept running.  I looked over my shoulder to see that Steph was hot on my heels.  That was all it took, I just kept pushing, no way were they going to re-pass us! After a day on the trail, I wasn't going to be out run in the last 2 miles!
Sprint finish

I kept pushing, and Steph was right there & the other couple was no where to be seen.  I was not willing to back off though!  All the way through the finishers chute! It was such a blast!!
Happy Finishers

What a fun day on the trail! 50 degrees, blue sky & sunshine, and good company, made for a wonderful adventure.

Matt was on the course, but not able to track us this time & sadly missed our sprint to the finish.  That's ok, since we were eager to recap our adventure immediately!

I'm excited for another year of ultra running with my trail buddy, Steph & #1 crew member, Matt!!

Happy trails, y'all!!