Monday, July 10, 2023

Sinister 7 - Prologue

Splitting the report into pre-race (boring, nerdy stats for my own logging), and race day. Skip all this to go straight here for the race itself.


Why sign up for a 100 miler? 

Probably the question I've been asked the most. To be honest, after running the 50 miler in 2021, I had no desire to double the distance, let alone on the same course!
Then, after racing a few more trail races (Moose Mountain Marathon and Freaky Creeky 50k), and more generally becoming a fan of the sport, I got it in my head that I was ready to tackle the 100 mile beast. It had to meet some criteria, though:

  • Had to be a legitimate course put on by a trusted race director. I wasn't interested in running 153k, or 176k. I didn't want to end up lost in the mountains because of poor flagging or lack of volunteers and support staff.
  • Wanted it to count as a qualifier for UTMB or Western States. This would both bring more depth of talent, as well as give me a chance in one of those lotteries!
  • Did not want multiple loops of the same 10k. Ideally it would be one big loop, with zero chance of an easy out to abandon. 

As I weighted through the options, I settled on Leadville 100. With no qualifying races necessary, I could just sign up through the lottery. There is so much history in that race, it would be impossible to take it for granted while out on course, I figured!
Well, that dream would have to wait, as I received my lottery rejection letter on January 9th, at 10:04 AM. However with that mental hurdle overcome, by 1:53PM, I was on the start list for Sinister 7 100 miler. I had 6 months to figure it out from there!


Learnings from 2021
First thing I had to do was remember my learnings from the 50 miler:

  1. Course Specificity: Steep hills. In 2021, my training consisted of long trail runs, with low-moderate amount of climbing. While Sinister is mostly runnable and running fitness is most needed, there are some steeper sections, in particular the Seven Sisters Mountain climb. This appeared at kilometer 50 and hit me like a brick wall. Not only was I physically at my limit from running and the heat, but the sudden steepness knocked the wind out of my sails. I struggled to recover, ended up tripping myself and damaging my toes quite badly (see @rens_toes).
  2. Nutrition/hydration: Being our first ultra, both Mel and I were not prepared for the excessive heat (~38C at its peak). I had no ice, and thus nothing cold at my aid stations. My interest in dry, warm food and drink waned as the day rolled on, and to combat this I spent more time dunking in creeks and refilling water at intermediate aid stations.
  3. Gear/Shoes: Upon receiving my award for "Worst Feet", a friend asked why I didn't just use the Heel-Lock method to tie my shoes. A quick Google later, as well as some solicitation with my other trail running friends, and I started wondering how come nobody every told me about this secret magic trick before! The sliding of my feet in my shoes, combined with aforementioned fatigue resulted in a rather debilitating bludgeoning of my toes on leg 6, right before the long descent I had been yearning for during the entire climb. The pain was so severe that I was forced to walk/shuffle downhill; contrary to my racing goal of capitalizing on the favorable gradient. Furthermore, I had decided to employ poles for leg 6. That might have been a good decision if I had practiced more, and had a quiver to stash them when not needed, but instead they felt burdensome. I regretted bringing them as they made drinking and eating even more challenging. I considered tossing them into a creek.

 
The Strategy

Strength

For Christmas 2022, Mel hired strength coach Bre "Brevil" Gustafson for me. We recognized that long ultras are not necessarily won by those with just the highest VO2 max, but by those having the overall muscular strength and endurance to persevere for up to 24 hours! This accountability was exciting, and I eagerly and diligently followed her plan each week and felt strong and robust.

 

Nutrition/Supplements

Creatine Monohydrate (see "Dr Creatine" Scott Forbes), increased Protein intake, Vitamin B, daily multi-vitamin. Cut back alcohol to 1 or 2 per night, generally only on weekends. Was mindful to eat ENOUGH during the day, especially in the final 6 weeks of training, as the volume increased.

 

Training

Goal was to build road speed early for Mesa Half (see Every Second Counts), then maintain that speed but extend duration during the spring with a marathon (Boston) and a road 50k (Calgary).

To address the identified limiter from last Sin7, each week would have prescribed elevation goals, often with maximum distance put in forcing me to find some steep, repeatable terrain.

To keep the body and mind happy during a 6 month training cycle, I wanted to include the bike more. One day per week minimum on the saddle would help me meet the training hours, while taking the edge off the feet.

To put it all together, we would be shifting the weekly training goals away from mileage, and focus on total hours. 

 

Heat

Infrared Sauna Protocol would be designed and documented, in particular during the final 3 weeks. Even if it wasn't going to be a hot day for the race, the adaptations would still provide a tremendous benefit.


Mental

Overarching motivator for the entire training would be my desire to accomplish this daunting feat. The distance and duration seemed unfathomable, but I was going to put everything I had into the training, and on race day. In training I focused on chunking; breaking long runs and workouts into smaller bite-sized chunks. I repeatedly reminded myself to be grateful, through it all. 
I knew as the race drew closer that I would start obsessing over ultra documentation and youtube videos, so I decided to get a head start on another passion I'd been brewing, and registered and certified myself in Trail and Ultrarunning Coaching, and a specialization in Sports Psychology, through UESCA. 
This training helped me frame up the impossible into a manageable and calculated project, and gave me an extra motivator to rise up for race day!

 

Key Workouts

  • Prairie Mtn. More climbs up Prairie this year than all other years combined.
  • Up and over Sulphur: 2.5 hours turned to 4.5 hours, and I did not fuel adequately. About 30 minutes post-run, I felt nauseous and nearly blacked out. I had a stabbing pain in my kidney and had to get Mel to drive us home from Banff. A hot bath, advil, and 4 hours later I came back to life. This would have been DNF during a race, and was a major wake up call to take the fueling more seriously!
  • 60k up Moose Mountain: Eat everything! Mashed sweet potatoes, oreos, etc. Felt incredible. Longest training run ever, and 2nd longest run next to Sin7 50 miler.
  • B2B mountain marathons: Saturday, 4 x Sulphur Mountain. Felt comfortable on each lap, even making the final one, solo, the fastest. Sunday we did Elbow Loop, which is nice and runnable. Felt comfortable, but ready to call Peak Week done!
  • Taper Tempo, July 1st. After hosting the Canada Day 5k at the track, standing and yelling, then going home and having coffee and lunch, I went to WBC by myself and ran the Kestrel loop with a fun workout Mel had prescribed. My legs felt incredibly good, and set some PRs on several segments that I've ran a lot. Confidence for race day legs!

2023 H1 Stats


Total Runs: 184

Total meters climbed:  37,650 m

Total kilometers running: 2,368 km

Total hours running: 214 h

Total hours strength: 31.5 h

Total hours bike: 26 h

 



Sinister 7 Ultra - 100 Miler!

"This too shall pass"




If interested in how the build-up went, you can find the boring details here.

The more I race, the more I'm convinced this adage was written by an Ultra runner. Variations of this saying have come and go over the past few years, and all of them would find a way into my consciousness during course of 100 miles. 

The forecast leading into the week was for a mild 16-20C, overcast with 60% chance of showers throughout the day, thunderstorms overnight.

The forecast lied.


The Course

Distance: 161 km / 100 miles
Elevation: 6,363 m / 20,875 ft
Time cutoff: 30 hrs to complete the course
Description: The race features 7 legs, starting in Blairmore, AB, and finishing in Coleman, AB. Official website here





Leg 1: 18.3km (535m elevation)

100 mile soloists and relay runners start at 7:00, and with Mel running leg 1 on a relay team, it was nice to line up together. And that's the last I seen of her, as the gun went off and she was gone!

Meanwhile, I had my own race to worry about, and got to share some early miles with Scott Cooper and a few other soloists I hadn't met before.  
Kept the pace in check on the early roads, then eased in to the hills in the 2nd half, with plenty of runners passing me as I switched to power hiking on the steeper parts.
Pretty uneventful first leg. Entered transition area in 1hr 42mins, refilled a bottle, and off I went.

Leg 2: 16.7km (772m elevation)

Leg starts with a long, beautiful climb, and I settled in comfortably while taking in the sights, and making sure not to go off course. Passed by or caught a couple of relayers, which is always nice to exchange a few words.
There is a second climb on this leg that is barely a blip on the map, but it's very steep and connects with the 50k route, so the rest of this leg I passed a lof the 50k'ers.
Leg 2 and 3 finish in the same place; a big school field back in town, and it's the first time since the start that you really see civilization again.
Reached this aid station around 10:40AM, with leg taking 1hr 50 mins. It was starting to get warm, and I knew it was going to be a slower day than I anticipated, but was very happy to see crewmaster Mel, as well as Deb and Sarah Hall, who drove down for the day just to help (including bringing sunscreen!), and Liyang, who's ninja photog skills were amazing! Spent less than 4 and half minutes restocking my gels, flasks, and grabbing a sweet potato bottle (a delicious concoction that I no longer want to think about or describe... talk to me in a week), and in good spirits, off I went!

Leg 3: 30.8km (988m elevation)

Affectionately referred to as "Satan's Sack." It's hot, exposed, dry, and features some unrelenting climbs. A friend of mine and multiple time Sin7 finisher, Majo, told me that to do well at Sin7, try feeling great coming out of leg 3. Easier said than done, as the heat and elevation start taxing your energy, digestion, muscles, and your will. Thermometer spiked into the mid 30's and not a single cloud in the sky!
Just kept cruising along slow and steady, up and down each of the climbs, finally reaching the mid point and cracking a mini coke per the sage recommendation from Scott.
Having reconned this leg a few years ago in training, I knew what to expect, and braced myself for a long grind. Food consumption was getting harder, but took in what I can. Of note was checkpoint 3b, where a volunteer had watermelon and sprinkling salt on it. Amazing.
Otherwise nothing eventful in leg, though I was more than a bit relieved to return to the aid station!
Arrival time ~2:45pm (66k in 7.75hrs), leg 3 time: 4hr 3 mins. 
This time I wasn't in such a hurry to leave the transition area.


The 50k trail squad was all done and showered, and came in to help Mel crew. Ailsa (who would remain right till the bitter end), Brad, Brandon and Emilie (each of whom placed top 3 in the 50k), each jumped in to help provide shade, ice, popsicles, pickles, gatorade, Boost protein shake, bug spray, more ice, and who knows what else. I truly appreciated it as I sat there for about 11 mins. Mel even took my shoe and sock off, put a couple of blister bandaids on my toe, and redressed me! No longer concerned with any time goal, and starting to question whether I could still endure this. Having all that support was incredible, but I also felt guilty for being slower, and part of me was considering the benefits of an early exit for everyone... but, off I went.  

Leg 4: 23.8km (988m elevation)

 The next few hours were my darkest. I left transition with a heavy pack, and a full belly, and the climb out was a slow, torturous death march. I was starting to feel nauseous and on the verge of throwing up, and all I could do to keep it in was walk. Slowly. Pretty frustrating to be waltzing along flat, clean, runnable trails that ordinarily I would be bombing! The trails there are quite stunning, and Saddle Mountain that you climb in Leg 4 offers beautiful sights.
As I neared the summit, my nausea started to clear (thanks to ginger gravol), however replacing it was full lower body cramps. Hamstrings and calves on the ups. Quads on the downs. Every step was followed by a spasm. I slammed back a bunch of salt tabs and a gel, but they wouldn't go away. Anytime I would stop running, by legs would start to contort and I nearly fell over at several check points while trying to refill my water flasks.

My watch was telling me that I was 7km from the halfway point of the race, but that 7k took forever. Each time I looked down, it seems only 100m had passed. I decided to have my halfway point celebration coke around km 75 instead of 80. Sat down on a log and watched some relayers pass me, while getting bit by flies and nibbling on a dry, day-old quesadilla. Hobbled away and down to the halfway point, when I came across fellow 100 mile soloist, Justin (he and I had crossed paths several times already in the race).
Unfortunately, he had just fallen and rolled his ankle, his leg all dirty and in some noticeable discomfort. I reached into my medicine bag and gave him some Tylenol, gravol, and salt tabs. Bit of a trail runner's shit mix, but we got him up and running again. 
This encounter had a profound effect on me, as I turned my focus away from my own self-deprecation, to that of helping a fellow runner. My mood changed, and with it came my energy. The end of leg 4 features a dirt road about 4kms long, and I found a really good rhythm with my gait. The sun wasn't quite as hot, I had crossed the half way barrier, and was finally nearing the end of this leg.
In my haste to reach my crew, I followed a relayer a little ways past the turn and although it wasn't more than 100m extra, it reminded me to keep my eyes on the path!
Finished leg 4 in 3hrs 48 mins, arriving around 6:30pm.
As I sat in transition I was very nervous to overdo it like last time, but also found myself WAY too comfortable sitting there. Between ice, restocking, and port-a-potty break, that transition took 24 minutes.

Leg 5: 27.4km (962m elevation)

Many say this is one of the most difficult legs because it's still warm out, and you run on a dirt road and exposed gutter/trail for the first 10k, and after my last transition I was worried the nausea would return, but instead I found a calm stomach and strong will, and I resumed my steady jogging that I finished leg 4 with. The miles ticked by, and as I passed the first checkpoint, I laughed that a big milestone, kilometer 100, had come and gone without me realizing it! The sun had started to dampen, and the thought of running in the night was so appealing, after a long day in the sun.
I trudged through the forest, comfortably power hiking and "granny gear" running. Reaching the 2nd checkpoint, I caught another 100 mile soloist, Brennan. We ran together for most of the way through the last part of this leg, and he'd mentioned he thought we were in top 10 position. 
I felt really strong at this point. Kilometers 105 to 115 were amazing. I couldn't believe that I was actually running comfortably again, even passing 50 milers and relayers. The leg cramps had all gone away!
In the final kms, the sun went down. I reached into my pack and grabbed my a headlamp. This section was pretty technical and dusty, so I took it pretty easy. No need to take any undue risks now. 
Came into transition and found Mel, lit up with her Vizzy vest, and Ailsa. 
Time was 11pm, and leg 5 took me 3hr 37 mins.
At this point, I was feeling really positive. Mel asked if I wanted to know my position in the results (I told her before the race to NOT tell me until the end of leg 5) and I said sure. It wasn't my focus but thought it'd be good to know, just in case I find myself dawdling and squandering time. She said I was sitting in 3rd or 4th, along with Brennan. Well that was a nice surprise, and it was also enough to get me in & out of transition. But not before preparing for a long over-night journey up highest point of the race, so I had a bit of stew and restocked all my lighting gear, and off I went, 11 mins later.   

Leg 6: 31.9km (1400m elevation)

The queen stage! This is rated as the most difficult leg due to the elevation and technical nature of the climbs and descents.
I may have been a bit too overzealous as I darted out of the transition. My stomach immediately flipped, and I ducked off the side of the road for an emergency bathroom stop!
Caught Brennan shortly after, and waved me through. I was climbing faster, but I wondered if the downhill and flat running strength he showed earlier would still be there. 
I pressed on. The first 8k to the the check point are a long, gradual climb on a mountain road. The road had some massive puddles that were unavoidable, and I slipped and trounced through or around whatever I could. Really hard to maneuver  through mud bogs in the dark, even with a headlamp.
That checkpoint always takes longer than you think because the "real" climb starts right after it.
A quick flask refill and up I went. The next section features a climb up 7 sisters mountain, and it's a serious grind. There are several parts that are over 40% grade, and you quickly lose any momentum on tired legs. The moon was dark orange, but not much else for visibility. This was a positive, however, because you can't really see the top of the mountain as you're climbing, you really have to focus on each step at a time!
Upon reaching the summit, you soon begin a series of long, steep, rocky descents. The same section that damaged my toes in the 50 miler in 2021 proceeded to wreak the same havoc on my feet this time. Headlamp pointed straight down to my feet, but my eyes struggling to focus, I slammed my toes and ankles into so many rocks. Each time it hurt more than the previous. My downhill running again became my vise. As I closed with the rollers on leg 6 I was strong but in a lot of pain in my feet. Was questioning whether or not I should have changed shoes before this leg... too late now.

Finished around 4:30 AM, with taking around 5.5 hours to run leg 6. No sign of my pursuer, and I felt confident I'd put enough time on him during the climbs, but I didn't want to spend any time in transition. 4 minutes later, another kiss from Mel and a high five from Ailsa. Sub 24 hrs was going to happen! "Let's finish this!" I said and off I went. 

Leg 7: 10.9k (321m elevation) 

Considered the easiest leg of the race, but not by me. You start with 2 km climb at 10% grade, which actually I didn't mind this time as I was still climbing well. But then, you have a descent on a narrow trail with sharp rocks, and, just like last time, caused me to go slower than on the climb. Sun was starting to come out and offer more visibility, but the damage to my feet was done.
Reached the checkpoint, who confirmed I was 3rd soloist. Final 5k are nice, soft trail, quite runnable, and although tender all over, I enjoyed this run in to the finish. 
With 1 mile to go, you exit the forest and re-emerge into civilization, for the last time. It's a gentle downhill, and as much as I wanted to sprint my feet wouldn't allow it. I glanced back, just in case. Nobody. Ok, just jog it in then. Savour it. Last leg of only 11km took me 1hr 37min, my slowest leg if you consider check point rest stops. 

Crossed the finish line in 23:08:18. Good for 3rd overall, and 1st Master. I started running on Saturday morning, and I didn't finish running until Sunday! I still struggle to wrap my head around that and the ludicrous distance that is 100 miles.

Exhausted and physically destroyed, but filled with gratitude. I'm grateful for my amazing wife/coach/crew chief/etc Melissa for all the sacrifices. Grateful for all the friends that helped at the race, trained with me before the race, expressed their support after the race. For all the advice I received from experienced 100 milers like Scott, Ailsa, Chris, Majo. Grateful for the team of experts that got me to the start line strong and healthy (Bre "Bre-vil", Tyson, and Carson).
Grateful and proud of my determination and resilience on this day. I practiced mental fortitude in training and employed deliberate methods that resulted in high confidence of completing this adventure. On a day where 71% of the field did not finish, I'm proud to be one of those that did.
I spent 1.5 hours NOT moving. That includes sitting in the transition areas for a total of 55 minutes, and over half an hour of stops at checkpoints along the way. But that's what I needed early on this day. To calm myself down, and approach this as an accomplishment, not as a race against time or an opponent. 

Also grateful to surround myself with other strong people. Teammate Claudia finishing first female, Harry redeeming himself from missing the time cut off last year and finishing with an hour and a half to spare, and Melissa M for coming top 6 female in the 50 mile race. 
And grateful for my kids, both of whom were following along at home all day, and hopefully glean a bit of inspiration that we are indeed not limited in our abilities.   

So, what's next? Will I race another 100 miler? Well I did enjoy this race more than I thought I would, though until my toe nails finish recycling I won't be thinking of anything besides getting a little fatter and enjoying some good summer patio beers. Talk to me in a week! While right now it feels like my feet will forever cause me agony, I know that this, too, shall pass.


Strava link here.

Official results here.




Monday, February 6, 2023

Every second counts. Mesa Half Marathon, and road to recovery

 

1:13:55…1:13:56…1:13:57…1:13:58…1:13:59. STOP.
1 second UNDER 74 minutes.

The beauty of racing is that you come face to face with a reality that is hard to appreciate, but most definitely exists in the "real world"; every second counts.
Whether it's vying for that Boston Marathon qualifying time, Olympic trials qualifier, elite qualifier for Calgary Marathon, or just trying to get under some arbitrary whole number of minutes, you make little pace adjustments all race that ultimately result in you coming face to face with a chance to sneak under or slip over some minute barrier.
This time, this race, I landed on the right side.

But let me rewind a bit.
California International Marathon, December 2021.
Absolute top lifetime fitness achieved, but after a long season I felt completely drained. I jumped in to Vancouver's First Half Marathon, and ran well but felt rough, ultimately not able to maintain my goal pace. I felt burnt out.
Sun Run 10k 2 months later. I'd salvaged some fitness and put my energy into the shorter distance, and walked away very happy with a big 10k PB.
But when I got back home to Calgary something was off. My breathing was labored, heart rate erratic. 
I really struggled during my workouts, and in Calgary Marathon in May, I ended up having to stop for 2 walk breaks to catch my breath and let me HR come back down to earth. This scared the heck out of me.
In the months after, I kept my running to easy trails, and went to see cardiac and pulmonary specialists to figure out what was going on.
They did find I had developed mild asthma, and using the inhaler once in a while helped, but I would still suffer some occasional bouts where my body was just not having it. Cardiac testing proved to be a bit more dramatic, as my stress test recorded heart rate spikes over 300 beats per minute!  Considering I consistently wear HR monitors (watch and chest strap) and never seen any spikes over 200 even, I was dubious. Instant response was to prescribe beta blockers for me and queue follow up appointments with more specialists (I rejected the prescription, and am still waiting for a call back from the specialists, 8 months later - I guess 300 bpm isn't that concerning).

As the summer went on my fall racing calendar unfolded. I raced Moose Mountain Marathon in August, feeling good at the lower intensity and finished 2nd.  
Though originally signed up to race the Canadian 80k National Championships in Vernon, I made the decision to drop down to the 50k and relieve some of the demand on my body. Paced it nice and evenly, finishing feeling good and took 1st and the course record.

As the weather got colder, my conditions worsened again. Anytime I'd run intervals at track I'd suffer, tight chest, rapid HR, G.I. meltdowns, and often had to cut my workouts short due to anxiety.
Got more blood tests done, but nothing was showing up.
Reduced my running mileage further, and added some bike back in. 

2023, new year, new goals.  After getting my Leadville 100 rejection letter on January 9th, I started to formalize my race year.
First up, Mesa Half Marathon in February. This would be my only true focus road race of the year.
After that, Boston Marathon in April, and Calgary 50k in May. Both of those will be en route to my 2nd "A" race of the year, and my first 100 miler, Sinister7 in June (wtf am I thinking?!).  
Then I'll jump in and do the Chicago 5k in October, and Austin Rattler Trail Ultra 50k in November.
Yes, quite the season, but it all has a purpose (even if that purpose is just for fun - aka mental health).

With that context, I committed to laying down my best possible performance for Mesa, given it to be my only road test of the year.
Enlisting strength coach Bre "Bre-evil" Gustafson for me in December, coach/wife Mel started to put together a hard couple of months to get me ready for the speed of the half marathon, combined with the distance of the longer races to come. 
Though still having a few workouts bomb on the way, into January I was starting to nail more than fail, and confidence was growing. 


Race Day.

3:30 am, the Black Eyed Peas " Leeeeeet's get it started" starts jamming on my cell phone alarm. 

Queue the preordered adrenaline shot to help get me up, out bed and ready to poop!

Half a bagel and a coffee later, and we are out the door, jogging the 2km pitch black Bass Pro Drive over to the finish line area.

Thanks to the amazing elite coordinator,  I was allowed to be Mel's +1 on the VIP bus, which replaced the standard yellow school bus with a plush courtesy van, pimped out with neon lights, refreshments, snacks, and yes, 2 stripper poles.



Over to the start area, we got ushered into a private cross fit gym, complete with foam rollers, stretching bands, and actual bathrooms!

Had about an hour to kill, just sitting around trying not to look like the imposter old dude hanging out with all the Northern Arizona University elites + Molly Seidel. I figured I could always pretend to be Mel's coach, if anyone asked. Mens Half marathon winner Sam Chelanga would later ask me if I was "a masters elite or something", which I took as both a compliment as much as an ageist diss.  Better than being asked by a stranger if I was in the Clydesdale division, like last time!

Bit more of a warmup and strides with Mel, and make our way to the start. See all the friends, honor the Star Spangled Banner, and off we go! Let's get it started, Fergie! 💥

Mollie and her entourage go out blazing! This race being a US Olympic Trials qualifier, it brought out a ton of really fast folks from all across the country.

Within about 50m there is a distinct gap to the lead pack and all the remaining 3200 half marathoners, which I am basically leading. Way too spicy to bridge up now, and I don't belong there.

I hear a couple guys to my right. Green guy asks "what are you shooting for, 1:13?"

Blue "race team" shirt guy says "yup".

Ok, these are my people.

Well, these are people that I want to be, and if I shoot for the stars I might land on the moon, or something like that.

Over the next 5 or 6 km, I tuck in nicely behind my new friends.  I should note that at this point I have not spoken, nor have I moved ahead to help them, but I love them. They are calling out mile splits, which don't mean anything to me. I tried converting 5:34 into a metric pace, but the brain power caused me to lose focus and open a gap, so I'd have to surge to catch back on.

Green guy looks back occasionally,  apparently surprised to find me closer to him than his own shadow.

We are averaging 3:28/km or so, but there are no km markers so I can't tell for certain.

I feel like we are flying, but my legs feel ok. My mind wanders with the monotony of duress and lack of scenery. There are exactly TWO turns in the first 10.5k, and though I'm struggling to maintain the pace, (or they a speeding up?) I vow to hang with them until the halfway point. Every second I can focus my energy on my BFFs is a second closer to the finish. A second less I will have to deal with my late race demons alone.

As we make the left turn around the 11 km mark, I release my mental leash on my pacers, satisfied with my effort thus far and knowing I have secured a sufficient bank of time against my goal.

I need to slow down for a minute to regain my composure, and I do so confidently.

The next several kms I see my average pace creep up to 3:29, and eventually 3:30 per km.

I am passed several times. It's annoying, but doesn't consume me. Each time I hear footsteps I wonder if it's my old friend Chris Schwartz (see Edmonton blog and Toronto blog), as I passed him a little ways back, but it's not.

Amusingly it's like a carnie parade of fast dudes. One guy with a mullet. One guy that was about 6'8 running with a guy that was about 4'8. One guy in Hawaiian shorts. There may have been a juggler.

As the miles tick off I battle the ennui. This course is flat and fast, but with no elevation or turns, the biggest obstacle is your mind. It's like running on a treadmill, except one that might slow down a smidge every time you take your eyes off the LED screen or day dream about that post race beer.

Each time I catch myself fade, I force myself to pick up the pace. I focus on my form. Keep the cadence high, land lightly on the front of my shoe, drive my arms to accelerate back to pace, then relax them.

Wet my tongue with my Maurten gel.

4 miles to go sign. Ooh I like the sounds of that.

That's almost 3 miles, and 3 miles is kinda like 5k. Keep focused and relaxed, and patient. 3 miles to go I can liberate yourself from that Maurten I've been clutching for the last 15 minutes.

I'm now passing an increasing amount of 10k walkers, but there is a lot of room to pass. 3 miles to go.

I toss the half empty gel defiantly and begin my grand finale.

Nearly every race I do features the classic double peak pacing tactic, and I've learned to savor and embrace it.


Steadily, I begin turning up the heat. I'm starting to reel in a few of the circus freaks* that passed me before. Aw yeah... now it's getting fun. Engine is running hot, for sure, but the crazy captain in the control room is having fun.

Finally we turn onto the downhill modified finishing mile, the drag race along Rio Salado Parkway.

Throttle the pace just above, and then below, the point of internal combustion. Repeat.

I have a sinking suspicion that the new course is going to be a little longer than 21.1km, but I don't know how long.

My avg pace is back down to 3:29 now, but I have no idea what that means for a half.

I do fear that I will probably be very close to 1:14, and although my target of sub 1:15 is probably safe, I don't want to finish a few seconds over 1:14 and know I could have squeezed out a few seconds.

Last kilometer.  Seriously red lining.

800m. 600m. I can see the finishing arch, around the corner. Mullet guy must not have noticed, as he keeps his pace steady.

I don't. I can smell the finish and I throw it into high gear. Full on sprint around the final bend and keep it floored right to the line as I watch the clock count from 1:13:40 all the way to 1:13:57, 1:13:58, 1:13:59. Done.

One second.  There were dozens of moments on course that I gave up a second or two, only to claw them back. My final mile was 5:26, a full 12 seconds faster than my average for the whole race. One second less could have been easily lost in there.

It may not matter to anyone else. There may or may not be a race standard that requires sub 74 minutes. It might not even be my PB forever, and I know by Monday, when I go back to work, it will be but a fading memory and an arbitrary number.  But I do know that I fought for every second and walk away knowing there was nothing more in the tank on this day.

This was my one road test of the year, and I did not squander the opportunity.  I am proud, but also grateful for my health, my amazing wife / coach Mel, my kids Kieran & Kailyn, support of the WRTWC crew and Calgary running community, and the luck to have it all come together on race day.


Strava link here.

Full Results here.

Official Time: 1:13:59

Overall Rank: 41/3201

Age Division Rank: 1/177 (2nd Master over 40)


* After reviewing the race photos, I can confirm there was no juggler, the tall guy and short guy weren't dramatically so either, but there was a guy with a mullet.