This probably doesn’t necessitate a long post, but, the last time I went out riding at Theo Wirth I took a (dumb) spill and my saddle popped right off the rails. Don’t ask.
I was foolish enough to think I could reattach it. A couple of weekends ago I went out to ride Murphy-Hanrehan and made a quick pit stop into Tonka Cycle & Ski to get their expert opinion, because theirs is an opinion I trust. Not only did they tell me it was near impossible to get it back on, but they sold me on upgrading to a new saddle. I walked out of there with the WTB Laser V. My tuchus has never been happier. It has more cushion than the Silverado Pro I was riding but it’s lighter. Titanium vs. Ni-Cro tends to do that. Not only was it lighter and more cushioned, I felt I could transition off and on more smoothly.
Solid recommendation for Tonka Cycle. If you’ve never been there, I encourage you to go. Their good local people with good advice.
The desire to push myself further comes and goes. There are times when I get a bee in my bonnet and I have to do something right away to fill the impulse and need I have to get off the couch and challenge myself.
2008 was like that. For really no specific reason, I felt the urge to sign up for my first marathon. Now, I had never done a marathon before and never considered myself a runner. In addition to playing a lot of team sports up to and including college, I was in track for two years during my high school career. Not because I really loved running, but because I needed something to do. Other than that, I held virtually no desire to run anywhere.
Signing up for the Twin Cities Marathon in ’08, it was therefore atypical of me. Part of the reason I signed up was because my two brothers and father wanted to run as well, so the prospect of it be a family venture was appealing to me. But, I also wanted to challenge myself. I don’t think I’d ever run a 5k previous to this and certainly not a half marathon. Since then I’ve run the Twin Cities marathon and a handful of half marathons and team relays. My first trail race was last fall when I ran the Surley Trail Loppet through Theodore Wirth Park and it was an awesome experience. I loved it. It was a lot of fun, very challenging and although it gave me the desire to want to run another trail race it also inspired me to push myself further and more outside of my comfort zone. If I can already run (and train) for a marathon, what more am I capable of?
So I’ve made the decision to go all out and try a trail ultramarathon. This should prove to be quite the challenge for me since I haven’t run a full marathon since 2008 and running a trail race is a lot different from what I’m accustomed to. I’ll have to learn how to hydrate and feed my body throughout the course of a 50k and I’ll have to come up with new ways to train myself to deal with the hills I will encounter. Fortunately the race I’m eyeing is in Afton State Park so I won’t have to deal with any sort of extreme altitude gains or mountains of any sort, but there is still a big difference in the way that I prepare for a race. So far the biggest change I’ve seen in my training is that the running emphasis is put not necessarily on distance ran but in logging a lot of time running. Which is freeing in a lot of ways because I care less about my pace and more about the overall picture. To help prepare myself for the grueling pounding my body will surely take I also want to place more of an emphasis on strengthening my core and my muscles. In the past when I would train for a race I would pretty much only focus on the running itself and neglect the strength and nutrition (if I go for a 3 hour run, I should be able to eat whatever I want, right?). That strategy has worked in the past but this is a different ballgame so for this race I would like to lose some weight. The less weight I have to carry for 31 miles the better. I would also like to strengthen my core muscles so I that I’ll be able to be a stronger runner for a longer period of time.
The Afton 50k sign-up isn’t until March 8th, so there’s still time for me to back out and make this all irrelevant. I’ve told enough people now so that I have some accountability and it’ll be harder for me to not follow through on my (lofty?) ambitions.
Side note: If you’ve ever run a trail ultra before, I’d love to pick your brain.
Phew. This morning I ran my first ever trail race and half marathon, the Surly Trail Loppet held at Theodore Wirth Park. I’ve run other half marathons and one full marathon, but never a trail race. The prospect of running a trail race intrigued me. The more I’m in the woods and on trails, the better.
Leading up to this race, I figured I could train the same way I have been, while maybe mixing in a trail run here and there. Unfortunately for me, I was unprepared for the beast that lie before me. I had been training as I usually would for a road race, but a trail race is a different animal entirely.
First of all, the hills are killer. The beginning of the course featured a lot of hills and I admit I was overzealous on tackling these hills. Normally, I pride myself on being able to handle hills pretty well so I figured that when the challenge arose, I’d be able to tackle these hills just the same. Three quarters of the way through the race, I was regretting my early strategy of hill domination, and wished I would’ve taken a more conservative approach.
My respiratory endurance felt good throughout the race, but it was my legs that failed me. Had I done more hills during the course of my training, I could’ve handled this better.
The course itself was beautiful and was well run. The terrain varied quite a bit with steep climbs, steps, paved surfaces, wooded areas, and lots of singletrack through the woods. Part of the course used the mountain biking trails that wind through Theodore Wirth. I absolutely loved running through the woods. At times I had to remind myself that this race was in the middle of an urban area such as the Twin Cities. There were specific times I can recall, where I was running on singletrack with two other runners right behind me. As we ran through twisting singletrack, dodging trees no more than two feet apart from each other and jumping over boulders and fallen logs, I was struck with the solitude of it all. All I could hear was the panting of our breath and the padding of our shoes on the dirt trail. I’m sure they wanted to pass me, but the sense that we were running through the woods together in unison, was a much different feeling than I’ve ever had during a road race.
I loved the race, but wasn’t in love with my time. When I signed up, my mindset was that since I had never ran a trail race before, I was just going to enjoy it for the experience and not try to over compete. For me, that’s easier said than done once I get on the starting line. Although I finished a respectable (I think) 44th out of 218 racers (male category), I felt like I could have done better. But that’s part of racing, right?
If I was to put a message in a bottle and send it to myself before I run this race again, here’s what I’d say:
You need trail running shoes. Sure they’re not mandatory and people run just fine without them, but I can definitely see how they’d be beneficial. My feet – and specifically my toe box area of my foot – felt like it was slip-sliding around.
Run more hills in your training. I know your son was sick that last week before the race, and you can’t always take him out in the BOB after daycare, but isn’t that what the incline feature on your treadmill is for? Do something!
Sometimes, walking up the hills actually is a good idea. Don’t scoff when you see other runners do it, because while you’re busy exerting all your energy “running” up the hill, they’re saving theirs waiting to pass you on the way down. Sucker.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to put these ideas into practice and run it again next year.