Stone Steps 50k race report (Cincinnati)
As many of you know, my goal this year was to run an ultra-Marathon,
which is any running race over the standard 26.2 miles of a marathon.
The shortest ultras are 50 k, or about 31 miles, so that's what I
decided to shoot for.
Last fall, I searched online and discovered one in Spencer, Indiana,
scheduled for early November. I talked one of my friends from Minnesota,
Justin, into coming down to Indiana to do the race with me. We both
planned on running early October Marathons as part of our training (Twin
Cities for Justin, Milwaukee for me).
However, when I tried to look up the info about the run in Spencer this
fall I couldn't find anything online, so I started looking for other
races. There was a 50 k in Cincinnati three weeks after our Marathons
and a lakefront 50 in Chicago four weeks out. Then later I found out
that the 50 k in Spencer *was* being held, and that would be five weeks
from our Marathons. Now we had a decision to make.
We decided that the timing of the Spencer race wasn't the best, so we
had to pick between the other two. The Chicago course was flat and on
asphalt, while the Cincinnati course was hilly and on trails. I usually
try to run on trails whenever possible since I've had some trouble with
my left IT band and the softer trails help keep it under control., so we
opted for Cincinnati on October 24. This turned out to be a good choice
because Justin's team ended up qualifying for the national adventure
racing championships, which were scheduled for two weeks after the
Cincinnati race.
After running the Milwaukee Lakefront Marathon, I really took it easy
for a week or so. I had one light run that week. The next week I started
having some back spasms--not horrible ones, but enough that I wasn't
excited about running--and I ended up only getting 5 short runs in
between the Marathon and the Ultra. I didn't think it would be a big
problem since all of the big training runs were already done.
Justin and Molly, his girlfriend (who I met for the first time on this
trip), flew into Indianapolis on Thursday night. I picked up my sister
at the airport on Saturday, who was coming in part to visit and in part
to help my wife with the two kids since my wife just had shoulder
surgery recently (ice-hockey injury), and we left for Cincinnati on
Saturday afternoon. As we drove into town, we saw what could only be
described as "mountains" to someone living in Indiana, and wondered what
we'd gotten ourselves into.
We stayed in a Days Inn in Cincinnati which, as one of the other guests
described it, was "kind of ghetto." Outside door locks were broken, the
room smelled a little funky, and it wasn't particularly clean.
Fortunately, we weren't going to be there long.
We headed to Olive Garden for dinner, endured the Saturday-night wait,
and loaded up on pasta, soup, and breadsticks. Then we headed back to
the hotel and tried to get some sleep.
We'd been told there were two start options: 7:00 and 8:00, with 7:00
being for "trekkers." It wasn't made clear exactly what the difference
was, but I'd found out that the winner of the previous year's race was a
1:20 half-Marathoner and it took him 4:43 to run this course. That made
me think the course must be pretty hard, so I thought maybe the 7:00
option would be better since there was a 4:00 p.m. cutoff and we had a
2-hour drive back to Indy when we were done.
We drove around the park in the dark and fog for a while before finding
the race site. I think we missed it the first time because there was no
one there yet. They explained that the 7:00 start was for "trekkers,"
which basically meant "hikers," and that you couldn't get an official
time under 8 hours if you took the early start (if you finished under 8
hours, they gave you a time of 8 hours; that way you couldn't beat
someone who started the race with the runners). We eventually decided to
wait for the 8:00 start and spent some time wishing we'd slept an extra
hour.
The course consists of two loops, one 5.3 miles and one 3.2 miles. You
alternate loops, starting and ending with the 5.3-mile loop, so you do
the long loop 4 times and the short loop 3 times. There was a pavilion
at the intersection of the loops, which served as an aid station and
start/finish line. You had access to your own gear and food there as
well.
It was cool in the morning, but the rain from the previous day had
stopped and it was supposed to get up to about 70 degrees, so the
weather was fine. We ran with long-sleeved T-shirts for the first lap
and then stripped down to T-shirts for the rest.
They lined us up, and one of the veterans had some words of advice: "Run
fast. Take chances. If you see a slick wooden bridge, run really hard
over it." Then we were off, and I was immediately at the back of the
pack. We ran on the road for a bit and then headed onto the "trail."
As I said, I run on trails all the time. However, the trails I use are
about 5 feet wide, fairly smooth, and covered with crushed rock. These
"trails" were essentially mud, with lots of roots and large rocks,
covered with a layer of wet leaves. The footing was really much worse
than I was used to, although Justin and Molly were more used to it from
doing adventure races. I twisted my ankles several times each, tripped
and almost fell several times, and fell over backwards once, thankfully
catching myself with my hands instead of landing flat on my back.
The trails were marked with orange flags hanging from the trees and
arrows painted on the ground, some of which had washed away. It was easy
to miss a turn if you didn't pay close attention; Justin and Molly saved
me from a few wrong turns.
The hills were far beyond anything you can find in Indy. I regularly run
the steepest hill around here, and that was nothing compared to the
hills on this course. We had planned on walking all of the steep hills,
and even walking them got us really out of breath. The worst part was
the "stone steps," which consisted of 200 to 300 deteriorating stone
steps up and extremely steep hill. These steps were on the long loop, so
you had to do them 4 times.
Even when we were running on relatively level ground, we were usually on
the side of a hill, so the ground was almost always sloping down from
right to left. The is the same thing that happens when you run on the
road against traffic, since the roads are cambered, which is why a lot
of runners have IT band problems in their left knees.
We ran the first loop in about 1:15, and the second in about 45 minutes.
This put us at 2 hours for the first two loops, so I figured at that
pace we were looking at finishing in 7:15, giving us only a 45-minute
cushion to make the cutoff. I decided that I shouldn't dawdle at the aid
station, so I grabbed another bottle of Gatorade and told Justin and
Molly to catch up with me since I knew I was holding them back.
I felt good starting the second lap, and I picked up the pace a little
(but not too much, since there was a long way to go). However, about 2
miles into the second lap I realized my IT band problem was flaring up,
and my left knee was getting really sore, especially on the downhills. I
pretty quickly came to the conclusion that this wasn't the day to try to
be a hero. If I kept running just so I could finish, I might not be able
to run for 6 months. And I could have ended up not being able to run for
6 months *and* not being able to finish. I told Justin and Molly that
this would be my last lap. They tried to talk me into one more lap, and
I thought about it, but every time we started to go downhill I knew I
was done.
When we got to the aid station, I asked if they had anyone who could
give me a cortisone shot, but since they didn't I told them I was out. I
wasn't the only one: there was one guy who sprained his ankle and 4
other people who had to quit out of 25 people total.
After I stopped, I grabbed a turkey sandwich out of our cooler, walked
out by the aid table, and immediately got stung by a bee--for the first
time in my life--on the arm ("A bee bit my bicep, and now my bicep's
big!"😉. I yelled, realized what was happening, and had the presence of
mind to choke off a "bad word" in mid-utterance because there was an
18-month-old standing right near me.
I finished my 13.8 miles at about 3 hours, 13 minutes. By way of
comparison, I ran 13.1 miles this summer in a triathlon in 2:06 after
swimming 1.2 miles and biking 56 miles. Justin and Molly kept going and
picked up the pace quite a bit, running the rest of the race about 20
minutes ahead of the pace we were on and finishing under 7 hours. Molly
was the second woman and got a really nice mug made by one of the race
organizers as an award.
The winner of the race was a few minutes off the course record, and he
beat the previous year's winner by about 5 minutes. The winner had run a
50-mile race on Friday before doing the 50K on Sunday. These
ultra-Marathoners are a different breed!
The deal was that Molly and Justin were supposed to split the driving on
the way back because I drove the whole way there. However, I felt like I
should drive since I was better rested at that point--I slept about 45
minutes in the car while they were doing their last lap--and I let them
sleep in the car.
I made a feast of home-made fried chicken wings and French fries when we
got back to the house, and we all went to bed as early as possible
(given that there are 2 young children in the house, that was about
9:30). We were all sore the next day, me mostly in my hips. Justin and
Molly waddled around the house as we got ready to go to the airport so
they could head back home.
It was an interesting race. I don't think I'd do it again, mostly
because there's no good way to train for it around here. I thought it
was very well run for a small race, and it was fun and cheap ($20 to
pre-register, and the aid station was well-stocked). I'll probably try
to do an ultra again sometime, possibly in 2006 since I'm planning to do
an Ironman-distance triathlon next September.
I was disappointed that I wasn't able to do the whole race, but I'm
confident I made the right decision. The terrain just wasn't conducive
to me finishing the race that day. My wife said she was kind of glad I
didn't do the whole thing so she didn't have to listen to me whine for 3
days about how sore I was. I'm going to try to focus on some much
shorter races (in the 3- to 6-mile range) for the winter to try to build
some speed.
As far as I can remember, that's the first race I've ever dropped out
of, and hopefully it will be the last.
--Harold Buck
"I used to rock and roll all night,
and party every day.
Then it was every other day. . . ."
-Homer J. Simpson