Trail running is fun and adventurous, takes us to places near and far, sometimes new and unfamiliar, other times takes us back to where we "find that happy place". Living in Colorado allows runners, hikers, walkers, bikers and those who just want to get outside and enjoy the sights and scenes - a seemingly endless amount of trails and places to run.
I'm a bit of a creature of habit, sort of settle for comfort in my surroundings and do what I am familiar with - when it comes to running, but also with other things as well.
For running on trails - I like to run where I am familiar with the trail, so I know what to expect, how long it is from point "a" to point "b" etc. As a result - despite living near so many different trails and places to run, I stick to just a few.
Those are (in no particular order): Barr Trail, Waldo Canyon, Santa Fe Trail, Greenland Trail, Spruce Mountain - these are the places I run most often. There's a few other places and trails I occasionally go to - but not many.
This week, in a truly adventurous attempt at, gasp, trying something new - I ran on 2 different trails that I have not been on before.
Wednesday - Stratton Open Space is near where my firstborn has soccer practice. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my Garmin to keep track of how long and where I went. I did print the map out and carried it with me - so I sort of knew where I wanted to go. Parking at the trailhead at Cheyenne Mtn High school there was a map also - was a little different than the one I had printed out. The online map seemed less complete than the trailhead map. No big deal as there seems like a lot of trails are not on any map.
I set off, did carry my phone with me so I would at least be able to keep track of time. In the little bit of online research I did, I learnt that the area was popular w/ Mtn Bikers and Dog walkers, I also learnt that the "locals" called the area "SOS", which was fitting - cause I have no idea where I went, how far I went to go where I didn't know where I was, or what trails I was on during the hour I was on the trails.
But it was fun, kind of nice to just go for a run on a trail to see where it went, take some twists, some turns, some uphills, some downhills, at no great pace and with no great purpose. Saw a lot of bikers, some runners, some walkers, plenty of dogs, made it up to Gold Camp Rd, ran past a couple of reservoirs. Ran for an hour, guessing somewhere between 5 to 7 miles. If I go back there I may be able to retrace my steps to track the distance - but don't really feel the need to. A nice run, a little crowded in places.
Thursday - during another kids soccer practice - parked at Black Forest Regional Park where I have run several times before - and meandered around the trails there and found where they joined into the Cathedral Pines trails. I have not run in there before.
Did a 4.6 mile loop of Cathedral Pines which is a nice double track trail that has some rollers, some good views of Pikes Peak and the Front Range and also goes through a lot of pines - it is after all, Black Forest. The trail is nice to run on, it is a little sandy in a few places.
It does cross over a few roads - unfortunately the road crossings are not well marked in places and the trail does not start up directly on the other side of the road - so, at a couple of the road crossings I did make a few wrong turns trying to find the trail, but eventually figured out my error, turned around and then found the trail again. There are signs on the trail, at the intersections of other trails that cut through the neighborhood - however, on the main loop, the connectors crossing the roads are not easily identified.
One thing about the trail - it is not well used. On the 4.6 mile loop (called Pikes Peak Loop) I only came across 1 other person (Mtn Biker) and 1 wild Poodle. Okay so the Poodle wasn't wild - he just came out from one of the houses to say hi.
7.3 miles on the day and 650 feet elevation gain - could have made it shorter or longer depending on which set of trails through Black Forest Park to get to Cathedral Pines. Was definitely a nice run, one that could get added to the short list.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Greenland Trail redemption run
Nothing like peaking at the right time for a race - 3 days after the race took place. After Saturday's (8 mile) race I was left with asking myself "what if". I had not run well as I wanted to and therefore had not achieved the time that I thought and hoped I could pull off.
Late yesterday I got some answers to the "what if's".
"If" it wasn't so warm, "if" I had carried water and "if" I had run smarter - meaning not so fast at the start - what time could I do?
Yesterday it was about 10 degrees cooler than race day, I carried a water bottle and didn't go out quite so fast.
Comparing splits from race day to yesterday:
- at Kipps Loop, 3 1/3 miles into the course, the turn off to do the climb up the saddle - yesterday was within 5 seconds of race day.
- at the top of the saddle, the 5 mile mark - was 12 seconds faster than race day.
- race day finish time = 1:02:23
- yesterday's finish time = 1:01:19
= 64 second PR
So, the lesson learned is really one of hydration I think. Race day with 3 miles to go I was cooked and hanging on fumes to finish. Yesterday, felt much better and it showed by busting out the last 3 miles noticeably quicker than race day. Plus, after I finished yesterday - although feeling quite worked, I recovered really quickly.
It was not the 1 hour goal time I have been aiming for - that may not ever happen. I might give it one more shot this weekend, or might just be happy and call it good until next year.
Late yesterday I got some answers to the "what if's".
"If" it wasn't so warm, "if" I had carried water and "if" I had run smarter - meaning not so fast at the start - what time could I do?
Yesterday it was about 10 degrees cooler than race day, I carried a water bottle and didn't go out quite so fast.
Comparing splits from race day to yesterday:
- at Kipps Loop, 3 1/3 miles into the course, the turn off to do the climb up the saddle - yesterday was within 5 seconds of race day.
- at the top of the saddle, the 5 mile mark - was 12 seconds faster than race day.
- race day finish time = 1:02:23
- yesterday's finish time = 1:01:19
= 64 second PR
So, the lesson learned is really one of hydration I think. Race day with 3 miles to go I was cooked and hanging on fumes to finish. Yesterday, felt much better and it showed by busting out the last 3 miles noticeably quicker than race day. Plus, after I finished yesterday - although feeling quite worked, I recovered really quickly.
It was not the 1 hour goal time I have been aiming for - that may not ever happen. I might give it one more shot this weekend, or might just be happy and call it good until next year.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Greenland Trail race report
This could be titled (Running in an Easy Bake oven). I'd been focusing on this race for months - had it all planned out. Thought I was ready. I knew the course. I (thought) I knew what I was capable of. I had an "A" goal. Didn't have a "B" goal or any other goal. 1 hour was the target. I had my goal splits memorized, knew exactly where I wanted to be on the course at what time.
I was hoping to finish the race and be happy with "how I ran" - not caring "how I placed". Instead - I was asking "what if?"
What if the temparature didn't really get so hot? In the 100% exposed to the sun trails with only a very slight breeze - temps were pushing 70 by the time the race was over.
What if I had got more water at the 1 and only aid station? Barely 1/2 a cup there was clearly not enough. If I had carried even a small water bottle that would have helped me out. Instead I have never ran so dehydrated in my life. Knowing what fluids I drank after the race, along with food (I forced myself to eat and drink a lot to try recover) - when I got home I was still 4 pounds lighter than I was before the start.
What if I didn't start off so fast? I have no business running sub 7 miles, especially on rolling terrain, that I have no hope of maintaining. Yet about 1/3rd of a mile in I look and see my avg pace is 6:42? I almost yelled out loud to myself how much of an idiot I was.
I did back off the pace, but still not enough - instead jumping in behind 3 others, I convinced myself that I was drafting and it would save some energy. It may or may not have helped some. At 2.75 miles in, at the top of the first noticeable climb I moved passed them all so I could try to stick with a goal pace (was wanting 7:40) there.
At Kipps Loop, 3 1/3 miles in, the only water station I had got the time avg down to 7:35. Entering the water station I asked for 2 cups. The wonderful volunteers obviously misheard my New Zealand accent, combined with heat suffering, slurred speach - and they heard something like "put 2 cups in 1 hand, then tip out half of one and all of the other". It didn't play out like that, I just didn't slow down enough to grab enough water, was all my fault - the volunteers at this and most races are fantastic to give freely of their own time and I truly do thank them.
In any case - I got 1/2 a cup, probably 2 or 3 ounces of water. My fault for not slowing down, not carrying any water w/ me. I cooked myself.
So, a recap so far - too hot, too fast, too dehydrated. Too bad I then had to go up the saddle. I was down. A 1/4 mile into the climb I knew I was cooked, both figuratively and literally. I was in survival mode. Surprisingly no-one passed me until just before the top of the saddle. Was 1 of the 3 guys that I had tucked in behind just after the hot start.
By the time I crested the high point, w/ 3 miles to go, several thoughts had been baking in my head. 1) - try to stay with that guy ahead. 2) - if I lie down and die, it will be okay.
I pressed on - but I was hurting, incredibly thirsty, struggling to breathe and even see clearly due to my overheated self. I had been looking over my shoulder on the climb. My son was behind me the whole way, gaining on me as the climbing continued. I don't think he was ever more than a minute behind throughout the whole race - but he was pushing me forward. I'm not ready for him to beat me yet, it's coming - but it wasn't happening on this day. At the start we lined up together and I told him what I usually always do "don't race me, race your own race".
As I managed to gain some steam on the next downhill stretch - catching up to and tucking in behind the guy who had passed me on the final stretch of climb - I had 2 new goals, try to beat my son, try to beat the guy I was just behind. I didn't know if I could do either.
I'm not going to search much for photos taken during the last 3 miles of the race - I was a mess. I could feel the white, salty, crust completely encasing my lips. Felt awful and no doubt looked ridiculous, probably looked like a circus clown. Needless to say - I was parched.
For the next 2 miles where there was a few rollers, the guy I was with pulled away on the climbs, I closed the gap on the downhills. Finally on the last downhill section I caught back up, we joined on the track where the 50K and 25k runners were going back out. .9 miles to go and it felt like my eyes were doing some sort of reverse cross-eyed thing. I glanced behind me and knew if maintained my pace I could hold off my son.
3/4 mile to go and I decided if I didn't stop running soon I would self combust - so instead of slowing down, I decided to try and get it over with. So, I found another gear, a faster one. Going past the guy he said "well played" - I guess it seemed like I had raced him well - saving a good kick to the end. I mumbled: "famks, juss tryna fish" - translation for those unable to interpret "why thank you, I outraced you and now you will pay for my superior racing talent" "thanks, just trying to finish".
I pushed on, full survival mode, suffering and finally crossed the line. Chip time was 1:02:23. 12 second PR. 16th place overall (377 finishers). My son came in 29 seconds later for 19th overall. That kid is awesome - He took just over a minute off his best time, won his age group and then later that afternoon played a soccer game. Am I bragging about him? You better believe it. Next year will be an upset if I beat him.
There were some "what if's?" - I know I coulda, woulda, shoulda done better. But what if my son didn't stay so close behind me? In reality he pushed me to finish.
Then what if the winner of the race, Andy Ames, didn't win but came in 2nd or later? But he did win, he is in my age group, so by him winning that allowed me to win the 3rd place prize for my age group. A bonus for sure - really helped ease my baked mind and body.
Post race - sat down for about 5 minutes trying to get rehydrated and trying to see straight. Finally got some sea legs under me and started back up the trail to wait for my wife to finish. Didn't have to wait too long, she also PR'd, so a good day for the Knuckledragging clan.
While waiting I recognized Kathleen of the Happy Trails Crew and introduced myself. Steve came in just over 2 hours for a new PR (on the 25K) course. Very exciting for him. Got to spend a few minutes chatting with them, reliving the race and planning on some future trail runs - was great to finally meet them.
And now it is Monday - I wake up and it is snowing at my house. What if we had that weather on race day?
I was hoping to finish the race and be happy with "how I ran" - not caring "how I placed". Instead - I was asking "what if?"
What if the temparature didn't really get so hot? In the 100% exposed to the sun trails with only a very slight breeze - temps were pushing 70 by the time the race was over.
What if I had got more water at the 1 and only aid station? Barely 1/2 a cup there was clearly not enough. If I had carried even a small water bottle that would have helped me out. Instead I have never ran so dehydrated in my life. Knowing what fluids I drank after the race, along with food (I forced myself to eat and drink a lot to try recover) - when I got home I was still 4 pounds lighter than I was before the start.
What if I didn't start off so fast? I have no business running sub 7 miles, especially on rolling terrain, that I have no hope of maintaining. Yet about 1/3rd of a mile in I look and see my avg pace is 6:42? I almost yelled out loud to myself how much of an idiot I was.
I did back off the pace, but still not enough - instead jumping in behind 3 others, I convinced myself that I was drafting and it would save some energy. It may or may not have helped some. At 2.75 miles in, at the top of the first noticeable climb I moved passed them all so I could try to stick with a goal pace (was wanting 7:40) there.
At Kipps Loop, 3 1/3 miles in, the only water station I had got the time avg down to 7:35. Entering the water station I asked for 2 cups. The wonderful volunteers obviously misheard my New Zealand accent, combined with heat suffering, slurred speach - and they heard something like "put 2 cups in 1 hand, then tip out half of one and all of the other". It didn't play out like that, I just didn't slow down enough to grab enough water, was all my fault - the volunteers at this and most races are fantastic to give freely of their own time and I truly do thank them.
In any case - I got 1/2 a cup, probably 2 or 3 ounces of water. My fault for not slowing down, not carrying any water w/ me. I cooked myself.
So, a recap so far - too hot, too fast, too dehydrated. Too bad I then had to go up the saddle. I was down. A 1/4 mile into the climb I knew I was cooked, both figuratively and literally. I was in survival mode. Surprisingly no-one passed me until just before the top of the saddle. Was 1 of the 3 guys that I had tucked in behind just after the hot start.
By the time I crested the high point, w/ 3 miles to go, several thoughts had been baking in my head. 1) - try to stay with that guy ahead. 2) - if I lie down and die, it will be okay.
I pressed on - but I was hurting, incredibly thirsty, struggling to breathe and even see clearly due to my overheated self. I had been looking over my shoulder on the climb. My son was behind me the whole way, gaining on me as the climbing continued. I don't think he was ever more than a minute behind throughout the whole race - but he was pushing me forward. I'm not ready for him to beat me yet, it's coming - but it wasn't happening on this day. At the start we lined up together and I told him what I usually always do "don't race me, race your own race".
As I managed to gain some steam on the next downhill stretch - catching up to and tucking in behind the guy who had passed me on the final stretch of climb - I had 2 new goals, try to beat my son, try to beat the guy I was just behind. I didn't know if I could do either.
I'm not going to search much for photos taken during the last 3 miles of the race - I was a mess. I could feel the white, salty, crust completely encasing my lips. Felt awful and no doubt looked ridiculous, probably looked like a circus clown. Needless to say - I was parched.
For the next 2 miles where there was a few rollers, the guy I was with pulled away on the climbs, I closed the gap on the downhills. Finally on the last downhill section I caught back up, we joined on the track where the 50K and 25k runners were going back out. .9 miles to go and it felt like my eyes were doing some sort of reverse cross-eyed thing. I glanced behind me and knew if maintained my pace I could hold off my son.
3/4 mile to go and I decided if I didn't stop running soon I would self combust - so instead of slowing down, I decided to try and get it over with. So, I found another gear, a faster one. Going past the guy he said "well played" - I guess it seemed like I had raced him well - saving a good kick to the end. I mumbled: "famks, juss tryna fish" - translation for those unable to interpret "
I pushed on, full survival mode, suffering and finally crossed the line. Chip time was 1:02:23. 12 second PR. 16th place overall (377 finishers). My son came in 29 seconds later for 19th overall. That kid is awesome - He took just over a minute off his best time, won his age group and then later that afternoon played a soccer game. Am I bragging about him? You better believe it. Next year will be an upset if I beat him.
There were some "what if's?" - I know I coulda, woulda, shoulda done better. But what if my son didn't stay so close behind me? In reality he pushed me to finish.
Then what if the winner of the race, Andy Ames, didn't win but came in 2nd or later? But he did win, he is in my age group, so by him winning that allowed me to win the 3rd place prize for my age group. A bonus for sure - really helped ease my baked mind and body.
Post race - sat down for about 5 minutes trying to get rehydrated and trying to see straight. Finally got some sea legs under me and started back up the trail to wait for my wife to finish. Didn't have to wait too long, she also PR'd, so a good day for the Knuckledragging clan.
While waiting I recognized Kathleen of the Happy Trails Crew and introduced myself. Steve came in just over 2 hours for a new PR (on the 25K) course. Very exciting for him. Got to spend a few minutes chatting with them, reliving the race and planning on some future trail runs - was great to finally meet them.
And now it is Monday - I wake up and it is snowing at my house. What if we had that weather on race day?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Tuesday Tue Doodlings
Warning: The author of this blog has been caught playing with numbers and hereby advises any and all readers of this post there is math involved. A quiz will be asked at the end.
Not sure if it is an old farmers saying or old wives tale - referencing "April Showers bring May Flowers". But with the year 1/3rd over already and Spring doing it's springing thing - April was a good month running for me for the most part. I'm hoping May will show the results.
* April: 17 runs, 170 miles, just over 20,000' vertical gain. (2nd month in a row over 20K vert).
Comparing this year so far to last year 1/1/11 thru 4/30/11 - I have totalled 17 less miles this year than last - however I have run 8 less times than last year, so this year my average run is a longer distance. However, the big difference is this year to date I have clocked almost 63,000 vertical gain - compared to last year at this time only 26,500.
What those numbers tell me is that I have done better than last year. Duh. What they don't say is what I will say - I also feel better, I think. I think I am healthier than I have been in who knows how long, definitely lighter, with less around the belly. However I maybe a little more senile as well.
In doing some more vertical work I think the result has definitely made me feel stronger. Also a more focused effort of core work - stretching and exercising routines on the midsection - 4 to 5 times a week for 30+ minutes a time - has profited me also.
I hope the payoff for a good first 4 months of the year will be this Saturday's Greenland Trail 8 miler - which is now full. 420 people registered, over 100 more than finished last year. I'm expecting a good time for myself - which may result in a good result. Trying not to focus on the (placing) result though - instead the journey itself.
And now for the math quiz. I warned you. Here is the link for who has signed up to run the 8 mile (1 lap) race. Do some clicking and you will see that the 3rd oldest runner entered in this years 1 lap race, ran the race last year in a time that the top 2 runners in the 25K race (2 laps) ran a faster overall time to beat his overall time. But he was not in last place, so congrats to him for despite being one of the oldest runners on race day, he was not the slowest. (Hint: that has little to do with the question).
The winner of the 2 lap race had a winning time better than 42 people who finished the 1 lap.
So, the question is:
How many people this Saturday will run 1 lap slower than those doing 2 laps?
a) 1 - 20
b) 21 - 40
c) 41 - 60
d) Mr Knuckledragging runner has spent waaaaay to much time obsessing over who is running the race(s) and instead should just be concerned about his own flippin race.
ps - my answer is "d".
Not sure if it is an old farmers saying or old wives tale - referencing "April Showers bring May Flowers". But with the year 1/3rd over already and Spring doing it's springing thing - April was a good month running for me for the most part. I'm hoping May will show the results.
* April: 17 runs, 170 miles, just over 20,000' vertical gain. (2nd month in a row over 20K vert).
Comparing this year so far to last year 1/1/11 thru 4/30/11 - I have totalled 17 less miles this year than last - however I have run 8 less times than last year, so this year my average run is a longer distance. However, the big difference is this year to date I have clocked almost 63,000 vertical gain - compared to last year at this time only 26,500.
What those numbers tell me is that I have done better than last year. Duh. What they don't say is what I will say - I also feel better, I think. I think I am healthier than I have been in who knows how long, definitely lighter, with less around the belly. However I maybe a little more senile as well.
In doing some more vertical work I think the result has definitely made me feel stronger. Also a more focused effort of core work - stretching and exercising routines on the midsection - 4 to 5 times a week for 30+ minutes a time - has profited me also.
I hope the payoff for a good first 4 months of the year will be this Saturday's Greenland Trail 8 miler - which is now full. 420 people registered, over 100 more than finished last year. I'm expecting a good time for myself - which may result in a good result. Trying not to focus on the (placing) result though - instead the journey itself.
And now for the math quiz. I warned you. Here is the link for who has signed up to run the 8 mile (1 lap) race. Do some clicking and you will see that the 3rd oldest runner entered in this years 1 lap race, ran the race last year in a time that the top 2 runners in the 25K race (2 laps) ran a faster overall time to beat his overall time. But he was not in last place, so congrats to him for despite being one of the oldest runners on race day, he was not the slowest. (Hint: that has little to do with the question).
The winner of the 2 lap race had a winning time better than 42 people who finished the 1 lap.
So, the question is:
How many people this Saturday will run 1 lap slower than those doing 2 laps?
a) 1 - 20
b) 21 - 40
c) 41 - 60
d) Mr Knuckledragging runner has spent waaaaay to much time obsessing over who is running the race(s) and instead should just be concerned about his own flippin race.
ps - my answer is "d".
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