I got shut out of the Moab Red Hot registration, so I looked to an old standby to fill my need for a February race.  I enjoy having a 50K scheduled in February.  It seems like just the right distance to train for over the middle of winter.  A good mix of quality workouts and long runs was my approach for the last two months.  I’m happy with how it turned out, but at the same time realize I have a lot more work to do.

I ran the Psycho Wyco 50k four years ago in 2008 (no way it has been that long…).  I was just starting my second year of running, and it was the first ultra that I actually tried to ‘race’ rather than just finish.  I had a great time and finished in 6th place out of 108 runners in 5:22 in very sloppy conditions.  This year I thought I had it in me to break 5 hours.  That was the goal.

The Course

The race is held at Wyandotte County Lake Park (hence, WyCo) and consists of an accurately measured 10.55 mile loop on hilly, rocky, twisty, and sometimes very muddy trails.  3 laps for the 50k.

Conditions

Normally, the Psycho Wyco theme is mud.  Lots of gooey, slippery, and sometimes very deep mud.  This year the conditions were dry with very cold temps.  A big storm came through a week prior to the race and saturated the course.

Photo Credit: Chris Wristen

It dried out in time for the race, but was in rough shape in many spots.  The trail gets a lot of horse traffic, and all of the hoof prints had set up like concrete which called for some fancy footwork at times.

The elevation gain for the 50k is around 4,500′  Not terrible, but there’s enough climbing to work you over a bit.  The course record is 4:15, held by Andy Henshaw.

The Plan

I basically needed 3×1:40 laps to hit 5 hours.  Since that didn’t seem realistic, I decided to shoot for a 1:35, 1:40, and 1:45 approach.  My previous attempt resulted in a good first two laps, and a disaster for the third:

1:32
1:43
2:06

So I was wary about going out too fast and would try to hold a steady and sustainable effort.

The Start

Cold and clear was the order of the day.  It was 7 degrees with a -4 windchill as I jogged around the parking lot to warm up a little.  Ouch!!  I tried my best not to overdress, knowing that once we were in the trees and running hard I would warm up quickly.

Photo Credit: Dick Ross

Lap 1 – Fireworks

With 160 starters in the 50k, and who knows how many in the 20 mile race that started with us, it made for a large group gunning for the hole shot across a narrow bridge about 1/4 mile into the race.  Nothing too frantic, though.  Even though it had been 4 years, I still remembered the course well and felt comfortable with my effort.  A long climb strung things out a little in the first and second miles, then we hit the tracked up section with all of the 4-5″ deep petrified hoof and foot prints left over from the previous week.  Man, that was some tough running!  I imagined it sounding the like a 4th of July fireworks display behind me with all of the ankles popping and cracking.  Only with a lot more swearing.

Photo Credit: Dick Ross

I felt good.  My legs were pretty snappy and my breathing was fine.  I shed my jacket at mile 3 and stayed cool but comfortable for the remainder of the race.  Once we made it through hoofprint hell, the trail tightened up into some great singletrack.  I had a blast hopping logs and swinging around trees as I zoomed down the switchbacks.

Photo Credit: Bry Gardner

Grabbing a gel at the 5 mile aid station, I realized one big downside to the cold temps.  It was almost impossible to suck the stuff out of the package, despite about 10 minutes of trying.  Later on, one aid station would get creative and tried to keep the gels warmed up for us.

Photo Credit: Kristi Mayo

Taking cups of fluid also proved problematic as they froze to the tables.

Photo Credit: Kristi Mayo

After being so careful and staying upright in all of the difficult sections, I crashed hard as we ran cross country across a small grassy clearing.  I caught an embedded rock that was obscured by dry leaves with my toe and scored a direct hit with my kneecap on another rock as I pancaked on the ground.  Grrrr!  I was pissed!!  Back up and running before the guy behind me could even finish his Are you okay? sentence.  The knee hurt badly for about 10 minutes, then thankfully calmed down.

I danced up the biggest and steepest climb of the day, and finished the lap in 22nd place.

Photo Credit: Dick Ross

With a lap time of 1:35 at an average heart rate of 163, I was right on target.

Lap 2 – Truckin’

This lap was a lot of fun.  The sun was starting to have a slight warming effect, I was solidly in my running groove, and I was chasing and passing people here and there to keep things interesting.

Photo Credit: Kristi Mayo

The hills were still feeling easy to climb, and I latched on to a pack of 4 other runners for a couple of miles and got pulled along nicely.  They all stopped at an aid station while I continued on, now starting to deal with a lot of traffic from the 10 mile race that started 30 minutes after we did.  I had to remind myself to stay calm and not to sweat the extra effort it was taking to get around people.  Everyone else in front of me was having to deal with the same thing.  It was about equal parts frustration and inspiration, though.  It was very cool to see people out on the trails on a difficult day, doing their best to get it done.  I just wish I had a nickel for every time someone stepped to the left as I called out ‘passing on your left’.  I soon learned to call out earlier than normal, so I could have time to see which way they actually decided to move.  The race website has explicit rules against whining, so I’ll stop now.

Whiners:
Don’t come whining to us.  Whining is not allowed.  Trailrunning requires a slightly higher pain threshold, but this is balanced-out by all of the fun you will be having.  The Trail Nerds’ motto has always been: “All whiners will be buried in shallow, unmarked graves.”  We really mean it.  Why do you think the trees grow so big, in Wyco park?  Yup…you guessed it…lots of “fertilizer.”

Photo Credit: Bry Gardner

I completed this lap in 1:39 and an average heart rate of 159.  16th place now.  Perfect.  I was right on target for my goal.

Lap 3 – Smoke on the Water

This lap started out great.  Finally, as I entered the woods again, I was looking up at an empty and wide open trail ahead of me.  The 10 mile runners were done and I hadn’t yet started lapping the back of the 20 mile pack.  I was maintaining my effort, and even feeling like it was time to crank it up a little.  I was in no-man’s land with nobody ahead or behind.  Time for a 10 mile solo time trial to finish this thing off, one of my favorite ways to run.

Although the trail surface was still dry, there was a layer immediately underneath that was getting mighty slick.  It seemed about the consistency of snot and axle grease.  I had to be careful in several spots to avoid another wipeout.

I hit an aid station for a bottle refill, which would be the last one of the day with 7 miles to go.  There was a VERY smoky fire burning right next to the aid station, and I guess the smoke was blowing directly over the open pitcher that my bottle was filled with.  For the rest of the race I was drinking water that tasted like someone had dumped a full ashtray into my bottle.  It was awful, but I needed the fluid so down the hatch it went.

With 5 miles to go I was treated to one of the worst bonks I have ever had.  A tsunami of fatigue swept over me in an instant.  I wanted to lay down.  NOW!  I stumbled badly half a dozen times in two minutes.  My legs refused to work and started cramping badly, especially my inner thighs which was a completely new experience.  Just like that, my time goal was vaporized.  Now I just had to make it to the finish.  I chewed another gel, swallowed a salt pill, and tried to get a rally going.  It was slow going.

After what seemed like forever, the finish line appeared to put me out of my misery.  5:09, 15th place.  3rd master.

Photo Credit: Dick Ross

That lap had taken me 1:54.

Done

My emotions were mixed, but I was relieved to be done and mostly intact.  Up until the last 5 miles I truly had a fantastic time.

I was shooting for a 10 minute differential between my first and last laps.  Ended up with 19.  It could have been worse:

Second place was at 34 minutes!  Clearly the winning strategy is to go out hard and hang on.  It’s quite rare to see a 10 minute or less spread.  A couple kept theirs to only two minutes!

What happened?

I’m betting it was a combination of factors.  Partly a classic calorie shortage brought on by the difficulty getting gels down in the cold.  I also probably underestimated how hard I was working and how many calories I should take in due to the low temperatures.

The first 20 miles look perfect.  A 161 average heart rate may have been ever so slightly too hard of an effort, but it sure felt reasonable at the time.  A very consistent picture (heart rate and elevation shown):

The next graph tells the story.  You can see the drop off starting at mile 20 and bottoming out in the last 5 miles.  I only averaged a heart rate of 144 in that section!  That is exactly the time I should have been winding up for the finish.  Instead, I was barely jogging.

I was left with the sense that I had done a lot over the winter to get ready for this race, but had stopped short of doing everything I could.  It changed my thinking from doing the least I can get away with, to doing ALL I can to get ready for the next one.

I had a great day at the race and would absolutely go back to do it again.  The race is put on by a very experienced group of trail runners and it shows.  The volunteers were the best you could ask for, the timing and results were immediate, the shirt/mug/medal were great, and you also get TONS of FREE photos.  Much better than some races where they want $80 for your pics (cough, Boston).  The course is a lot of fun and is a great early season test.  I’ll give myself a B- on this one.  Work to do!!

Other

I ran in the New Balance MT110 shoes and could not be happier with them.  They have just enough protection without being overkill to get the job done.  They did hang on to the mud a little, but that was some nasty stuff.  Sticky and slippery at the same time.

Ok, not a ‘real’ race, but it seemed best to file it under a race report.  The PPPP50K is a Fat Ass event put on by Team CRUD in Colorado Springs.  Just over 30 miles and around 8,000′ feet of climbing were the stats for the main event.  I missed out last year and was very happy to be given the chance to make it down for this one.

I stopped for some supplies on the drive down, and smiled at the sunrise on the mountains.  January??  It was going to be a spectacular day.

Three different start times were offered (7, 8, and 9), and I chose the 08:00 group.  It was great to see and catch up with so many friends and familiar faces.  Ultra trail running is definitely alive and well in these parts!  After 1/2 mile warmup on the roads, we hit the nice dry dirt and started climbing up and over some small ridges.  I was happy to be feeling good after a rough day on Friday, and knew the full route was on (I had been wondering whether I would need to cut it short).

I was working hard, but happy to even be running in the same zip code as these guys.  I thought back to my first-ever double digit run.  A 12 miler exactly five years ago this same week in January.  That little run literally crippled me for several days.  Very surreal to be staring down the barrel of a 30 miler like this one and thinking of it as just a training run.  Go legs, go!

Our first of many vertical challenges came in the form of a short side trip up Red Mountain.  A quick regrouping took place at the summit, before we bombed back down grabbing on tree trunks to swing around the switchbacks.  I enjoyed some good conversation with Steve which made the time fly by.  We also got a great preview of our next objective.  The Incline.

You can see the scar on the mountain in the right of the photo.  Roughly 2,000′ elevation gain in one mile.

The pictures just can’t do it justice.  My goals were to keep moving, and not use my hands – which almost resulted in my tipping over backwards in one spot.  Steep!

The reward for reaching the top was an outstanding view of Pikes Peak, some 9 miles away by trail.

Ryan and Jeremiah led the way on the snow covered descent that seemed to go on forever down to the aid station.

I hung out for about 10 minutes taking time to dump some rocks out of my shoes and fill up my bottles.

The course was marked very well, better than a lot of races I’ve done.  I imagine Team CRUD’s tactic of filling trail markers with dog crap cuts down on vandals removing the flagging…

Seriously, though – the markings were great.  Just a few flags at each intersection kept us right on track and were a big help.

After spending the morning running and chatting with others, I was alone for a few miles and settled into an easier pace and was really enjoying things until wiping out hard on a patch of ice.  I thought my shoulder had been ripped out of its socket for a minute, but a few windmills and chicken wing moves proved it still worked.  I was a bit more careful after that.

After a final look at the peak, I focused on the plains ahead which were a welcome sight at this stage of the run.

Several miles of downhill 7 minute pace chasing Leila, Ryan, and Jeremiah left me feeling pretty worked and ready to be done, and I was glad to see the dozens of cars lining the street signaling the return to JT’s house.  I finished the run in 6:28 and immediately chowed down a huge plate of pasta, chips, and cheetos.  I was starving!

Couldn’t have asked for a better day on the trails.  The weather, terrain, company, and course were all fantastic!