The G Running Diary
I packed a lot of warm clothes because I thought it would be cold at
night. Early morning Saturday would help me gauge the temperature for
early morning Sunday. Well, it wasn't cold at all really. I started the
race in shorts and a long sleeve top. The start reminded me of my first
100 miler, Arkansas Traveller. As everyone sort of ambled over to where
the start was, somehow it was already started. And everyone was heading
up the trail. All 160 or so of us. That sounded like a lot of runners to
fit on a 15-mile loop trail. And, we would all get to keep seeing each
other because as soon as you finished one loop, you had to go right back
out the way you came and do the loop in reverse. This meant I could play
a mental game. Instead of thinking of it as 6 loops, it was just 3
out-and-backs. Except at the end of the out, there was the same aid
station and group of people as where you started. Boy, maybe it would
get weird at night.
Someone once asked me what I think about when I run. I think about a lot
of stuff, but I realized in the early part of this run, I like to
entertain myself with bad math. I made weird calculations based on
segments of the run and miles per hour, and then tried to translate it
to minutes per mile. Then I did the math backwards to check my work. I
often did it wrong. But here's what I thought. If you do a 15 mile loop
in 3:30, an out-and-back is 7 hours, and 3 of those is 21 hours. Then
you have 3 hours left to do the last short loop, which is 9 miles. That
gives you your sub-24 finish. So as I was thinking all this and then
adjusting the numbers for 26 and 28 hour finishes, I was running in
probably the last third of the pack. I finished the first loop and
turned around and started telling other runners, "We are all on 24 hour
pace." It was true. My first loop was somewhere around 3:20, and people
after me weren't that far back. Basically everyone had gone out too
fast. Probably me too.
So, back out to do the second loop. I was maintaining a good pace,
thinking I would maybe be done with that loop in 6:30--a good 50K time.
I started talking with Shannon. She said she just wanted to finish and
wasn't well trained for this race. I reminded her what time it was and
where we were. Just wanting to finish. We talked about Badwater, running
plans, and just as we talked about endurance rides and Shannon's horse,
some horses appeared on the trail. We were happy to say hi to the
riders, and they were polite about letting us pass. After we went
through the aid station at 25 miles, Shannon paused ahead of me to talk
with a runner who seemed to be having some trouble. I heard him saying
something about salt. I stopped to walk with him. I felt like walking
anyway. So we talked. I wondered which salt he was taking. Succeed! Caps
have 341 mg sodium. Endurolytes have 100 mg of sodium chloride, which
means only 40 mg of sodium. I just found this recently on the
nutritional information. He was taking Endurolytes. I gave him a
Succeed! and told him to take more at the aid stations. It turned out
that everyone had that idea--the aid stations ran out of the Succeed!
Caps. I thought it was great that they had any at all. After talking for
a while, I realized that this guy, Rick, was the same person who had
rode with Don and me in our van from Stovepipe Wells to the start of
Badwater. We started running again. Rick had perked up. After another
walking break, I continued running. I was having fun. I felt better
after walking and felt like I was bounding through the rocks and into
the start/finish aid station.
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