Average Adventure Addict

Wow, that was a CRAZY fun weekend!! The weather was perfect and all conditions were great for both races, but my legs are done!!!

SUBURBAN RUSH:
Margo and I went over Friday afternoon, found our way to her daughter’s house in North Van and hit the nearest sushi joint and liquor store for some sushi and Strongbow, (serious pre-race ritual eh?) Hit the sack around 11 pm and woke to my alarm clock at 0630. Quick trip to Tim Hortons and Starbucks and we were rolling.

We only got lost twice on our way to Port Moody (both of us hate driving in Vancouver!) but in the end the GPS sorted us out (new roads = you might as well be in the ocean on the map!) We got to racer check in 2.5 hrs before the race started and were, surprisingly, handed our maps along with our swag bags. The volunteers were fantastic, all smiles and encouragement. We took our bikes up the hill to the first transition area and having the map already was great to help us orient ourselves and figure out a bit of the route. I can sum it up in 6 words: Big hill right off the bat!

Back at the start line we bumped into a few people from the MOMAR races and sat in a coffee shop and waited for the green light. I’ve got to say, out of all the races I have done to date, this one was the largest gathering of fit people I have ever seen! That being said, it didn’t affect our race as Margo and I had made it clear that we were in this for fun and fun only!!

10 o’clock and all 250 of us were off running. Port Moody really surprised me: it’s beautiful, quaint yet trendy, and surrounded by killer singletrack!! We ran up for about 35 minutes (prolly about 3-4 km? I had a hard time keeping track!) hit the first transition area and hopped on our bikes. The hill kept going up, even tho my legs didn’t! Margo is training for Trans Rockies and is SUPER fit, riding stuff 95 percent of the field walked. Not only did she ride it, but she dropped her bike at the top, ran back down, shouldered my bike and took it up the hill for me. At first I was super embarressed, feeling like I was a burden to my partner, but Margo soon shushed me, telling me that this is what partners do for each other and that all she’s been doing for the last 6 months is riding 20 hours a week so of course she is going to be stronger. That’s one thing I love about racing with Margo: she never makes you feel inadequate, she’s encouraging and laughs and smiles all the time. It’s fun, no matter how much my legs hurt!!

We hit the top of the hill (475 m I think the map said) and started a SWEET downhill. My legs were so done by this point, just before the final push to the summit, I was so tired that I actually started to roll backwards and just fell off to the side. Really smooth!! It hurt but I could laugh it off because I realized what I had just done and all the elevation we had gained in the last hour and was proud of it! The downhill was part fire road but even better: beginner / intermediate single track!!!! I was able to ride 95 percent of it, use some new skills and practice everything at speed. The trails were in such amazing shape, kind of a cross between Hornby Island and Squamish.

We popped out at the south end of Buntzen Lake and transitioned to the final run of the race (a little over half way thru the race at this point). 7 check points (CPs) in total, (about 4-5 km) collected in any order you like, no compass required, just a trail map and common sense. This is my one and only adventure racing forte!! I LOVE MAPS AND ORIENTEERING!! We ran to the first CP, up a bit of a steep hill, and followed a natural progression thru to the others. I always opted for going up the short steep hills as opposed to the longer more rolly route and we were rewarded twice by some brilliant down hill running that gave us a chance to stretch our legs before getting back on the bikes.

The next section was back on the bikes for a few kilometers of road riding back into Port Moody, and although the hills were small, my legs were TOAST! The route headed back onto the single track for a few more km’s then we came to the aptly named section: the Gorge. And it was a gorge with steep gravel sides. Margo rode down with ease but my weight was so far back that my back tire was leaving marks on my bum!! I got off and ran down, the deep gravel being a little deeper than my skills allowed my to handle safely. Again, on the other side, Margo ran down and helped me up with my bike, and we were off again! The last few kilometers leading into the finish area were the best riding: flowy, some roots and drops and thoroughly fun!! We screamed into the finish line, dropped our bikes and crawled under some cargo netting and we were done!

We didn’t stick around for very long after we finished as we were both eager to get home and sleep! The truck got packed in record time and we were off. I’ll say it again, I HATE driving in Vancouver!! I got us lost twice on the way to Tsawassen (please no comments…) but after several U-turns we arrived to find that we had missed the 3pm ferry by 5 whole minutes!!! Oh well, we got some food, magazines and lounged in the truck til 530pm, when our ferry docked late. I think I slept for most of the return ride, then drove home, said goodbye to Margo and literally fell into bed!!!

finish time: 3hr 36min
8th out of 17 duo female teams

Pro’s for SUBURBAN RUSH:
- great smiling volunteers and swag bag
- flagged every 10-15 meters and no compass necessary
- great single track for beginners or adventure racing newbies!
- beautiful area – I would definately go back just for the riding and running

Con’s:
- none I can think of!! I need to train harder for next year!

TC 10 KM:
When the alarm clock rang and I rolled over, I nearly unplugged it and went back to sleep!!! Thank goodness I had anticipated it being difficult to get out of bed and had all my gear laid out and ready to go. I skipped breakfast and grabbed an apple to try and snack on on the drive downtown.

I met my work team (Really Cool Motivated People) at the Royal Athletic parking lot and the other runners and walkers were shuttled down while a few of us jogged down as a warm up. It was so great to see so many people coming out to run and offer support! Hundreds of people were walking down and we made it down with about 5 minutes to spare before race start. We couldn’t find a break in the green fencing that funnelled everyone over the mats at the start line so we had to hop the fence and I had visions of bailing in front of hundreds of onlookers!! Luckily I didn’t, but I did notice too late that we were now seeded with the 40-45 minute runners!! Definately not my goal today!!

Speaking of goals, I had originally wanted to run the 10km in around 50 minutes, but as soon as I started warming up I knew I should just concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and building my weekly mileage. My calves and back were sore!! 20 minutes into the race and it became an mental exercise in moving forward. Sean and Nikki, my two work colleagues, soon left me in the dust but I was happy to just take it easy and enjoy the run. My favorite thing of the run: seeing 2 people running in ginger bread cookie costumes!!! I laughed so hard and it made my niggling complaints seem silly and insignificant.

I crossed the line just under an hour (my amended goal time!) met up with Nikki, Sean and a few others for a quick chat before running back up to Caledonia and getting my car. All in all I did 15km for the day and was thoroughly looking forward to my Rest Day on Monday!

finish time: 58 min 11 sec

Pro’s for TC 10km:
- close to home, great cheering sections, free food at the end!
Con’s:
- starts at 0800 (bad if you aren’t an early bird!)

Now I’m into a rest week, just enjoying giving my running legs a rest and working on my single track skills, building on the momentum from my experiences with Suburban Rush.

This was by far the hardest race I have ever done in my short time doing athletic things. I was so shattered half way thru that finishing was a HUGE accomplishment for me. Parts of the race went textbook perfect, and most other parts fell apart like a sand castle under a wave.

Kitt and I had no issues with collecting all the kayaks, packing or tracking down any of the gear we needed (strewn across our house from multiple trips over the last 2 weeks!) or driving up and finding where we needed to be. In fact Friday was completely uneventful – we even found an AMAZING Indian food restaurant in downtown Cumberland that served wonderful dishes after we swung by registration and picked up our swag bags! This was my second race ever with Kitt and I was having nightmares about making poor navigational choices and just plain ol’ not measuring up. Well, my nightmare came true, but I guess in a good, motivational, reflective kind of way.

Saturday morning came early and down we came from Mt Washington to the start line at Comox Lake. The weather was perfect!! Kitt had said if it rained he would never race a MOMAR with me again, at least that part went well! It was fun seeing familiar faces in the start line craziness, and before we knew it we were in the water jockeying for position. It was great to be in the front pack in the boat, but soon I was running into some issues: within about 10 minutes my left shoulder and arm were seizing so badly that I had tears running down my face, but no one could notice because we were taking some really big hits in the Doubleshot and the waves were washing over my rigid half skirt and soaking me. I have no idea where those swells came from, it was a very calm day with a lite wind! Once we turned around and had the wind at our backs the boat started to really earn it’s keep. With just the right paddling cadence we surfed our way past a few Passats and struggled to keep ahead of our friends Chad and Kevin (which we did! Yay!)

I think we hit the beach in 20-25th place (not bad!!) and we started into the wicked little orienteering section. This was my favorite part! Kitt has an unerring sense of direction and early on (pretty much right out of the boat) I handed him the map and kept hot on his heels. It also worked out well cuz I couldn’t lift my left arm higher than my rib cage so reading and running was smacking of suicide. The trails were beautiful rain forest and we were able to just finish as the huge crowds started to really clog them.

I don’t know what I was hoping for with respect to the mountain biking legs, definately hoping for more Hornby style, less rooty North Shore. My skills are far too fledgling to have ridden the trails with any flow, and I spent 95 percent of this section running and hiking both up and down. This is where it really started to royally far apart for me. Midway up the first steep fire road climb my lungs began to give me some nasty trouble. I had the worst, shallow breathing of my entire life, (totally the remnants of my nasty chest cold) then I would get so worried because I couldn’t take a proper breath I would have a panic attack. That was the first time I have ever had a panic attack in my life and it was super scary. I think all in all I had 5 or 6 of them throughout the race and each time it brought me to tears. Kitt was wonderful, when I had to get off my bike 3/4 of the way up the climb he pushed my bike and gave me words of encouragement. I’ve got to admit though, I was super hard to be around and made Kitt’s life hell. It was real check for me when he said that we weren’t a sponsored team because we were contenders, but because we have fun, and right now I was not being fun. Ouch, but I TOTALLY deserved it. Nothing was working for me and it seemed the harder I tried to force ‘flow’ into my riding, the more I would end up on my butt. In one particularly damp and mushy section as soon as we started to descend I had 2 endo’s right back to back and just wanted to sit on the side of the trail and bawl my eyes out and I didn’t care who saw me. For the experienced riders the trails were wonderful but for me I couldn’t see an end in sight.

My elation at rolling (actually on my bike instead of beside it!) into TA2 and changing into my trail runners was short lived. It lasted as long as it took me to look at the map and realize I had never seen contour lines so close together. The climb I had had to fight so hard for was going to be repeated on much steeper trails but on my own two feet. I kept telling myself ‘at least you have much more experience on your legs’ as a pep talk for the entire hike up. Aside from being amazed at Kitt’s ability to suffer, but put it out of his head, the trek was actually kind of fun. It was one LONG hike up and a fun and flowy run down. The views were stunning and the sunshine made the suffering all go away!

From there it was back to TA3 and back onto the bikes for a short ride to downtown Cumberland, ditching the bikes and back into runners for a fun urban orienteer. This was the shortest section for us, a wopping 9 minutes and we were under the MOMAR banner and onto the food table! I was so proud that we finished but shuddered at the time: 7 hrs 23 min. Without me, I know Kitt would have finished in the top 25 teams overall and I felt like a huge sea anchor that just dragged and dragged. Back to the start line to load up the boats, let a very happy Panda out and onto our condo up Mt Washington. It would have been very funny to see us trying to hobble up the 3 flights of stairs in the condo and try to soak and beautify ourselves with only 45 minutes till the banquet. After the food came the dancing!

As always, the after party was brilliant! At first the band wasn’t playing too many actual dance numbers, and during the first intermission the floor was packed with people shaking it to Lady Ga-Ga and Rhinanna, and I think they got the idea for the second set! Around 1230 I was starting to fall asleep on the dance floor, so I went back to our table, arranged the chairs and pulled up a jacket. I think I had closed my eyes for a minute when someone grabbed my foot (swollen with 4 black toenails) and started to shake my very sore and tired legs. I cracked an eyelid just enough to see that it was a security person with my foot. What the hell?!? Apparently, according to Mt Washington security, you can’t appear to be napping in Fat Teddy’s in case the liquor inspector walks in at 1 in the morning. So I was kicked out! My first time ever and it wasn’t for over-indulging!! Too funny.. So I walked over to our truck and climbed in with Panda to snuggle and promptly fell fast asleep!

Cumberland was really, really difficult, but I’m very proud just to have finished. Taking into account that the singletrack was so very far above my skill level I was shocked that we came in 13th out of 24 in our catagory and 84th overall out of 128. My morale has been pretty low for the last few days since finishing, so I think it’s a good time to take a week off training (I’ve actually been looking forward to sewing and knitting some new things to be used around the house! Don’t laugh, everyone loves a new scarf for Christmas!)

What was the lesson you may ask? Races never going perfectly to plan – that’s why they call it adventure racing. Take joy in the small things, like finishing, or talking to people along the way. Have fun, remember why you got into it in the first place. Just a thought

Now that was a great race! It was great to see how a solid year of hard work paid off for me in this race. Rosheen and I came out to have a good time, (completed that), and missed out on top 3 for our short course catagory by four and a half minutes! We came in fourth out of fifteen teams of 2 females and eleventh out of twenty nine overall. Not bad for team Marty’s Mountain Cycle first foray into adventure racing! We were absolutely stoked. Even the light rain ended up being great, just nice and cool enough to keep us pushing hard and not overheat. By the time we crossed the finish line the sun had decided to poke it’s head out so there weren’t any complaints.

For me, it was a day where I finally saw all my training come together. All my hours running and racing the trails around Victoria, all the time and practice on the bike, it was worth every moment, tear and drop of sweat. This is also the first time I’ve ever tried to put my pain or discomfort in my “pain box” while racing and although I was quite skeptical at first, it actually worked really, really well.

Rosheen and I managed to squeek out the second fastest paddle in our catagory, 30 seconds behind the leaders, which surprised us both because it was our first time ever in a double kayak, much less paddling together. I don’t recommend this practice normally, but our earlier attempts to get together and paddle fizzled because of our crazy schedules. We lucked out that we work really, really well together! We had a brilliant transition at TA 1 to the bike and were the only duo female team off with the lead pack, something that I’ve never been able to do before, (I was thanking my winter base miles!) Rosheen is super strong on the road and keeping up with her was a real challenge. Sometimes it took all I had just to hang onto her back tire and telling myself, “just 10 more seconds, you only have to hang on for 10 more seconds.”

As we got off Renfrew Rd into Burnt Bridge we started to see lots of racers from the long course coming off the old Burnt Bridge Classic course. We caught and rode with a group of them up the east hill towards the old Tressel until they all stopped at the very well flagged junction to check their maps. Having been in this area tons (and it being very obvious where the turn was due to the excellent flagging) I knew exactly where we were supposed to go and Rosheen and I left them all and started to blast down the Trans Canada Trail. The only problem about leading down the trail is now we had everyone breathing down our necks from both the long course and the short! Stronger riders began to overtake us, most were your classic friendly adventure racers, but a few were rude (and you know who you are – karma!) Our first experience with the unfriendly was 2 guys from the long course, one whom rammed my wheel until I pulled way off the trail so he could pass. He didn’t speak a word till he was passing Rosheen, (who was riding ahead of me), at which point he called out “On your right ladies.” Grrrr… I tried looking for him at the after party but realized my glass of cider was more deserving of my time! Next we enountered 2 very nice girls from the long course, one of whom, as she was overtaking us, slammed into Rosheen’s back tire and sent her flying. She then landed on Rosheen as she lost her own balance. It was messy. Though I didn’t know it at the time, Rosheen really hurt her left foot and is now ordered to not run by her doctor until further notice. You never would have known she was in pain, the whole rest of the race she had a big grin on her face.

We were passed by a number of teams until we came to a “choose your own route” section between CP 3 and CP 4. There was a hint on the map that the punch for CP 3 was about 100m from the trail junction and it was amazing how many people were just standing at the intersection looking in the immediate vicinity only. We rode down, found it, and made our decision about the route. The 2 options were “steep” hill ride to the top of the Tressel where CP 4 was, or the other was a very, very technical section of single track that continued along the river and ended at the brutal set of stairs where you would have to hike-a-bike up after to continue the rest of the race. Being better hill climbers, we chose the “steep” hill. Thank goodness we did. The hill turned out to be not steep at all, about 2 minutes of spinning, then mostly downhill and rolly till the CP. We were fully prepared for the CP to be at the bottom of the Tressel and planned to bail off our bikes, into our running shoes and burn down there and back up. As it turned out, the CP was at the TOP of the tressel (I nearly cried I was soooo happy!). All we had to do was ride right up to it, punch, turn around and burn rubber. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. We passed a number of teams that we never saw again till the after party, it was such a cool feeling!

Out of CP 4 we lightly tailed 2 guys from the long course until they missed the very well flagged turn and we never saw them again either. This is one of the things about adventure racing that I love: we weren’t the fittest or the most experienced team there, but little things like watching for the flagging and course markers can be a huge equalizer. Next was the much anticipated river crossing for CP 5 and CP 6. Although it was a perfect 19 degrees, overcast and lightly raining, I was looking forward to cooling off with a nice dip in the river. We rolled into CP 5, left the bikes, into trail runners, kept the helmets and ran/scrambled down the side of the river towards the next CP. When we reached it a volunteer informed us that we had 2 choices: swim across (shorter) or scramble further down and across some of the big rocks (longer). Being a big fan of shortcuts, I opted to swim across. I opened the map bag, took out the passport, stuck it in my mouth and jumped in. Thank goodness it was in my mouth too, because when I hit the water I wanted to shriek like a little girl. It was bloody freezing!! Instantly it felt like I had a metal band constricting my chest and I actually had to talk to myself in my head to keep from starting to hyperventilating. I paddled the fastest doggie paddle ever seen, punched the passport and paddled my butt off back. I think Panda, our shepherd, would have been proud.

I hauled myself out up the rocks and had to really focus on getting my breathing back under control as Rosheen and I made our way back to the bikes as quick as we could. I then noticed that the map bag hadn’t been fully closed when I jumped in and the map was disintigrating. Oh crap. Dumb, dumb move. I later found out that my phone, packed at the bottom of my pack in a ziploc baggie for emergencies, also did not survive the dip. I didn’t have time to vacuum seal it like I normally do, so overall it was an expensive mistake. Fortunately for us the trail was very easy from this point on: when presented with an intersection, stick left until we hit the Quarry. 2 more big climbs in the silty ground and we hit CP 7, posed for a photo, and it was downhill all the way to the Quarry. Once at the Quarry we punched in at CP 8, grabbed a proffered pool noodle, jumped in, swam across to CP 9, punched, and swam back. Back on the bikes, up the big hill on the north side of the Quarry right into CP 10 and TA 2 where we could ditch the bikes permenantly for trail runners and our compass.

Last year in my haste, I didn’t fully read the orienteering map that said “May be completed in any order” and lost a little time crisscrossing the mountain a few times. This year I made sure I read everything on it but it actually still made sense to do the controls in order, starting with “A” all the way to “G”. Rosheen and I scurried around and I kept a close eye on my watch, not wanting to take more than 15 minutes for any one control. This is where it got tricky, you could take a 20 minute penalty for any missed control and zoom to the finish line, but I really thought we could find them all if I didn’t make any navigational errors. We ended up finding all 7 in 1hr 14min 15 sec, the fastest out of all the duo female teams and 6th fastest out of the 29 other teams in the short course. I think we averaged around 10min 20 sec for each control and I was estatic. This was my second time being the navigator and I was petrified about making an error that would put us off course or get us lost. This year was a really good combination of trail running and bushwacking, a few more scars on my legs and a little bit of blood, but TOTALLY worth it!

The descent down to the finish line was a steep hill and we could hear the announcers talking and it sounded like a good party. We let loose and came screaming down to find the team Frog Power (a super nice couple both having flown in from Quebec on Thursday) just in front of us. Rosheen and I gunned it and just pulled in front of them by 11 seconds right at the line. We were done. At that point I didn’t care how we did, I wanted some food, a little water (having run out 45 minutes ago) and to find Kitt and tell him we had a great time. Almost immediately I was thinking about how this race was different for me: I hurt through it (as you always do) but this time I still pushed, I never gave up forward momentum. I later found out that if I had pushed harder still, we would gave made top 3 in our group and maybe top 10 overall. You know what? It gives me something to think about all winter as I ride and run all the more base miles.

I would be remiss of me to not mention anything about the classic killer after-party that Bryan always throws with one of these MOMAR’s. It was at one of my favorite places in the Cowichan, Merridale Cidery. The food was brilliant, I surprised myself with my fastest sprint ever to the the front of the line as soon as the buffet opened (and yes, I was the chick in line for seconds before they called for seconds…) and more importantly, so was the cider! I am a HUGE fan of the Merriberri and always seemed to have a glass of it in my hand throughout the night… We won some door prizes, had some laughs at the slideshow, but most importantly, danced our butts off to the great live band! When it did finally wind down, Rosheen, Kitt and I piled in the truck to go back down to Victoria. I don’t remember much of the ride back home, just trying to get comfy in my seat and catch a little nap! I’m positive I was asleep within 3.2 seconds of my head hitting the pillow. It was an amazing day and a great party. And best of all, Rosheen hasn’t disavowed me as a friend after talking her into racing!

I would have posted sooner but Kitt and I took off on a little canoe trip (cuz I hadn’t gotten enough paddling on Saturday) to Portland Island (with it’s maurading racoons! video to follow) with our new boat!

Is summer really here? 4 days of sunshine in a row must be a new record! Yesterday was picture perfect conditions for the annual Victoria Firefighter Trail Race at Elk/Beaver Lake. The field was small, about 45 runners, but the energy was high and the prizes were AWESOME! It was about as good as you could get: local venue, inexpensive race fee ($18 without T shirt), free post race food and tons of great prizes! Everyone who raced got a prize (ranged from Frontrunners swag bags with jerseys or new shoes to gift cards for Blue Fox and The Keg) and my gift card to the Keg did not last more than about 6 hours… I need to do more races like this!

The morning started at 0830 with Danielle and Rosheen coming over to our house for juice and a muffin, (or in my case, turkey bacon as well!) After some food in our tummies, we made our way over to the start line at the Beaver Lake parking lot. Kitt was volunteering, us chickies were warming up. The kids 1km race was so cute (except for the one poor kid who got lost and ended up running a 10km lap instead!) Our race started shortly after with the route going counter clockwise and took a turn right into the hilly side trails before settling out onto the normal track at the lake’s edge by the boathouse. Poor Danielle, she’d never been around Elk Lake before (or done a 10km for that matter!) and I had promised her up and down that it was going to be pancake flat! I think she’s forgiven me though. As usual, Rosheen was off with the front pack and Danielle and I made our way in the middle. The first 4 km hurt (as it always seems to lately!) but soon we realized we were actually exceeding our goal of 5:20/km and keeping a 5 min/km pace (for us that’s fast!) and thought we could hang onto it for a while. Initially this was supposed to be a training run for me so I could pace Danielle on her first longer trail race but she was game and it became a race. The shady parts of the trail were the perfect temperature but the sunny sections were brutally hot! It was good incentive to finish as fast as possible and jump into the giant sprinkler they had set up at the finish line.

We played tag with another woman from km 5 to 8 but then passed her and tried to reel in another couple that stayed about 50m out of our reach till the end. In the last kilometer we found Rosheen running back to see us and then we knew we were close. Danielle (she’s gonna be a great runner and I am so proud of her!) and I stepped it up and managed to run hard for 500 m, sprint the last 100m to the line. Danielle and I crossed it together and then walked right into the glorious sprinkler!

Finish time? 56 min 15 sec for roughly 11 km. Not too bad!! 10 months ago my fastest 5km averaged 5:20/km and I was gutted when I finished. This time I was roughly 5:10/km, felt solid, maybe could have even done it a little faster, recovered super quick and felt like I could have done another slow lap. It’s all one step forward! I ran up the observatory on Saturday morning with Rosheen and felt nice and solid the whole way up. Much to my astonishment it took me 12 minutes – my fastest ever in 2006 was 14:30. I LOVE this getting fitter thing!!

Next on the race list? Mt Doug Gutbuster short course on Sunday July 6th!

What they should have renamed the race was “Death to the Legs” but I guess no one but the masochistic few would have entered then! Today was the perfect day for it: sunny, warm and not too muddy. Danielle, Rosheen and I drove up from Victoria, fueled on the prospect of a post-race lunch feast at the local organic bakery and arrived with plenty of time to spare. We pulled into the beautiful Providence Farm off Tzouhalem Rd and realized we were an hour early. Sweet, tons of time to really warm up the legs and lungs! Having not ever done the Gutbuster series before, it was a little unsettling to have no idea what route we were going to be racing. Danielle (this was her first race ever!) looked around at the flagging, which led down a trail into the bush, and asked me where we were going. I tried to be calm and nonchalant by waving my hand towards the mountain and saying airily, “Oh probably to the top, but it’s the 6km race so it won’t be that bad and there should be a great view,” while secretly hoping I was ready for this!

It seemed like only minutes later the announcers yelled “Go!” and the 200 of us were off. Rosheen moved smoothly and methodically through the pack and soon was out of sight while Danielle and I stayed midpack and dodged a number of mucky puddles. The first few climbs were good, always lulling you into a false sense of security about what lay ahead by alternating between moderate climbs and flat sections. After 3 or 4 of these boosters and passing a number of people (the smarter racers were taking it a little slower!) we came around a corner and faced an ascent that appeared to rival K2. It was STEEP and, worst of all, I couldn’t see the end. All around us people came to a screeching halt and the race of the power hiker began!

Yesterday’s rain left a few muddy gullies and some slick rocks to skirt around, but overall, aside from the steep grade, it wasn’t so bad… Until you realized 30 minutes later that you were still power hiking, sucking wind and pleading with your screaming calves and quads that “what goes up must, at some point, come back down” is a real law. This is where Danielle made great use of her long legs and I worked on my sisterly rivalry by keeping up! I also created a new way to power hike: hunched over so far that your chest nearly touches the tops of your quads, swinging your arms wildly and grunting like a gorilla. No one came near me and we even caught a few more people before the 6km short course split from the 11km long course. As we came around the corner all you could see was people hiking up the steepest part of the trail seen yet. Some of the people around us began to groan, but then as we came closer we saw the beautiful signs that indicated short course racers to the left (with only about a 30% grade! Yay!) and the long course racers to continue up the really steep trail. Maybe we’ll hit the long course next year.

About 40 minutes in we hit the first stunning viewpoint looking west into the valley we had just come up from and the farm way at the bottom. From here the trail levelled off and we were able to start running again. Another 2 viewpoints later the downhill began in earnest. It felt so good to let your legs have their way and we started to fly down the trail, almost to the point where I forgot about the pain I was in just a short time ago. After passing a few more people I could see I was holding Danielle back, (she’s got really long legs and I only have short ones!) As she started to slow down to wait for me to close the gap between us yet again, I yelled at her to keep going, open up and really go for it. She could catch more people if she didnt have to wait for me every 200 meters. She later told me she nearly started laughing because it sounded so melodramatic, but it wasn’t meant to be cheesey! I just thought for her first race ever she should have her fair chance of finishing within her abilities. She took off down the hill at break neck speed and I started to think, “wow, she’s going really fast… If she gets hurt Mom is going to kill me!” I started to use as much gas as I had left in my tank to hang onto her in case I needed to dial 911 but she quickly widened the gap. Within the next kilometer I didnt even see her at the end of the straight stretches anymore. I was alone.

That was until I came around another corner and saw a young boy running a little in front of me. “When did he pass me?” I thought. I caught up with him and I saw he had a cast on one arm. We chatted for a few strides and I told him I thought he was a trooper and continued on down the hill. I couldn’t believe he was out running this race with its nasty slick spots in a cast! Good on him! Almost instantly the trail turned a corner and opened into what I recognized as one of the farm fields. The finish was close! About 50 meters of open grassy field and up a small rise and I could see the finish line. That 50 meters was probably the most treacherous of the whole race! One mistep and someone was bound to turn an ankle (which I found out a minute later that Rosheen had!) As I fought the urge to start power hiking again up the small rise I could hear someone coming up fast behind me. “Uh oh, has that brave guy with the cast decided to crush me at the finish line?” I thought. I kept moving and turned to see one of the elites from the 11km course streak past me and move effortlessly to the finish line in just under an hour. Cresting the hill it was only a last surge of 150 meters across more sneaky dangerous grass and I passed over the finish line and was greeted by Rosheen, Danielle and Sean.

I had just finished the hardest race I had ever entered. The power hike up the mountain was worse than anything I had ever done in a MOMAR but I had stuck to my 3 goals for the race: don’t ever stop moving, finish strong, and to make sure Danielle had a good time. Judging by the big grin on Danielle’s face I think I could safely say I succeeded! Within half an hour Danielle was already asking when the next race was and if we thought she could finish the next one. I think next time I’ll attach a bungee cord to her and let her pull me!

When all the dust settled from the 500 meter climb I came in at 1hr 1min 7sec, good enough for 28th out of 62 overall and 6th out of 13 in my group. Danielle was a little over a minute faster than me at 1hr 3sec, 27th overall and the solo athlete in her group. She got all excited when we told her she was first, but then she was disappointed to learn that she was only one person in her age group! Rosheen came in at a blistering 53 and a half minutes, 14th overall and 4th in our group. It was an amazing day! I was so proud of us, especially Tambra and my sister Danielle for taking on a new challenge with 2 weeks notice and no idea of what she was getting into. I am slowly knocking off all the races on my list for the year. The Royal Roads Gutbuster was amazing and really unique when compared with Tzouhalem, and the TC 10km was my first experience of running with a large group of friends amongst thousands of other runners. Definately some great experiences this year already!