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Training
I took three months to train for this race, which included weekly speed workouts, a medium-distance trail run (7-10 miles), gym cross training, hiking, weight lifting, and yoga. My weekly mileage was about 15 miles per week, which is super low when training for a 15 plus mile trail race. My training wasn't hard-core, but it got me in overall physical shape and I felt strong.
The Race
25 kilometers. 3500 feet elevation gain. ~3-4 miles of snow on the trail. ~40 degrees.
My racing strategy has always been pretty simple. I go out at a reasonable pace and then gradually speed up over time. I decided to change up my strategy for the Orcas 25k. I had two specific goals: 1) break 3:00:00 and 2) place as a top five female. My new strategy allowed me to accomplish both, but not without consequences.
5K's Are More Fun
I started out fast. Really fast. Within the first few miles my heart rate was high and my breathing was labored. At this point I questioned why I didn't just train and race 5ks. You run for ~20 minutes, finish, and go out to breakfast. I did my best to keep the first place woman in my sight, but eventually slowed down my pace. The race started out steep, so I had to slow down to avoid complete burnout early on.
A Marathon is Easier
At mile four I decided that training and running a marathon was way easier than this race. Maybe I should do another marathon.
Calf Cramps
Most of the trail was beautiful single-track forest duff, surrounded by conifers dotted with a few lakes and streams. The trail was covered with snow at mile 4, which lasted for miles through the ascent and decent of Mount Constitution. My calves were not conditioned to run uphill and downhill in snow, so both of them cramped up around mile 6, with approximately 9 miles to go. At this point my brain started to do funny things. I started silently swearing at the snow, but then immediately apologizing to it. When my calves continued cramping I started silently swearing at them, and then immediately sent them loving thoughts. I started to feel like I was going crazy.
Pushing myself physically, having physical pain (calf cramps), and racing a course that I didn't properly train for (I should have been running 10 - 15 miles on Cougar Mountain once per week), took me to a new mental and emotional place. I didn't have fun. I didn't get my runner's high. I felt physically taxed the entire time. So why did I keep pushing it?
I Am Insane
It was around mile 8 that I started to feel insane. I tried to check in with my body to see how I felt, emotionally and mentally. I found complete numbness, no feeling, and no emotions. I started to analyze my situation. Why was I running 15.5 miles up and down a mountain as fast as I could in January? I decided that only insane people do this; therefore, I was insane, as was everybody else doing the race. Accepting insanity as a reasonable answer, I gave a shot of love to my calves and picked up the pace. After a few minutes I again questioned my motives for doing this crazy race, and came back with, "This is just what you do. You are doing what you do. Run."
Victory
I gave the last two miles everything I had, which wasn't much. I was dehydrated and my electrolytes were low at the point, but I couldn't stomach anything at that point. As I turned the corner just 1/10 mile from the finish line some guy yelled out, "Go Caroline go!" I yelled back, "I'm going!" I had no idea who just yelled at me since Dan was home with a torn ACL. I ran to the finish with no gas, no kick, and no thoughts in my head. I came in 2 hours and 43 minutes after it all started as the fifth place female.
Dan traveled three hours to watch me for 10 seconds in a surprise race visit (major points for him). He and my friend Shannon met me at the finish line where I babbled about the insanity of the race I just ran.
The race wasn't fun. I didn't get a runner's high. I did overcome physical and mental pain to accomplish my goals. I did go to a crazy place in my mind. I did run 15.5 miles over a mountain in the snow on Orcas Island.
Epilogue
After two weeks of doing almost nothing I got the itch to race again. Long distance trail runs? No. A marathon? No.
My current passion is 5K road races....