Diez Vista, for me, was a decision point. I didn’t mention it to anyone but this was THE race I was going to use to decide if I was going to continue running ultras or not. Even writing it is hard. As a recap on my brief ultra running career, I have run 13 to date (Plus Gobi and MDS). Everyone wants to crack the top ten. Me included. I don’t want to get into the ’shoulds’ - so I won’t.
For one thing, I stuck to my plan. That was to use Perpetuem, and to go out slowly. This is the first time I really forced myself to go slower from the start. I watched Gary Robbins (who had an amazing race) and Todd Nowack (who would have done really well if not for some uncooperative legs) take off and I fought the urge to hang with them. I took my time up the hills, pushed harder on the downs and forgot about anyone else. Mentally, this really saved me for later in the race.
The first 20 km were challenging but manageable. At around the 26km mark, one of the aid station people said, “You’re doing great, you’re in 14th place!” I was a bit taken with that, my mind screaming “You’re going to fast, slow down…” but at the same time, I felt great, hydrated and well fueled. I kept moving forward, as quickly as I could. (As a side note, I have figured out the nutrition part of racing - I used Perpetuem for the full time and the nasty taste was dulled after a while - my energy was up the entire time.)
From 30 - 40km I ran into a rough spot. I couldn’t get moving faster than about 6:40/km. It was frustrating but I was only passed by 1 person (I think Andy Bachman). This section is mentally tough because you go down a long forest service road to a checkpoint and then back up and over the section you just came down. As I entered the aid station, I asked for some Coke and had a sip, looked up and Todd was in a chair - looking cold. When I asked what the scoop was I was told, “His pins are shot.” That sucks - I have been there… To go back, I turned around, pulled my hat down and started to chug up the hill. Up and up. Eventually to a plateau and I realized that I was on my own. No markers, no people. Crap. I was off course. To avoid coming back up the hill again, I waited for a few minutes. Still no one came so I started walking down the hill to see if I could catch sight of anyone coming up… The trees blocked my view. I gave in and started to run and saw the markers way down the hill and people running back. Crap, again. I ran as hard as I could to get down the hill and started up another one on the course…
The last 10km were a struggle. My calves were grabbing - we were up against 6000ft of elevation gain and my calves were on the verge of clamping down. I had to stop every few kms to give them a stretch. Again, it was frustrating but manageable as a few more people passed, asking the obligatory, “Are you OK?”…
I came across the finish line in 27th spot - not the top 15 as I had hoped. That said, I wasn’t unhappy and I discovered a few things;
1) I am averaging about 12 hours of training a week. Someone mentioned that Gary Robbins is around the 20 hour mark. Aerobically, I’m not there yet and I need to find a way to increase my capacity - spinning may be the answer.
2) Race nutrition - Done.
3) To run mountains you need to run mountains. My calves are still sore!
4) I really ‘enjoy’ ultra running. I approached this race way in a more relaxed way and actually had some fun on the course.
See you at Elk/Beaver.