Sitting in my living room I’m looking at Strava posts of some racers who just completed the Wild Outback 50k. I was registered for this race and it was to be my first ultra of the year and second race overall. Unfortunately I did not ever make it to the start line.
The week prior as race-day approached my body started feeling out of sorts. While stretching on the floor I noticed a new painful sensation in my right buttock. As I’ve been dealing with piriformis syndrome (A disorder in which the piriformis muscle in the buttocks irritates the sciatic nerve.) the past 18 months I figured it was just another symptom of this frustrating condition. The next day while running I felt pain in my right groin. Dang it! Pulled a muscle just prior to the race I thought. Then later that evening I started to get body aches like when getting the flu. I brushed it off and thought I was just fighting off the cold my wife had. Then I felt miserable waking up one morning, felt a bit feverish and had a headache, so I called in sick and stayed home. A good day of rest should help me kick whatever was going on I decided. Throughout all this it never dawned on me that these symptoms might all be related and not separate issues. Just a series of coincidental niggles that wouldn’t keep me from my running goals. Not until the following morning when I had a serious problem urinating did my stubborn ultra runner mind finally say something more was happening and I called my doctor. As any ultra marathon runner will attest you have to develop a certain mentality to compete and train for these events. Push pain and discomfort aside, become single minded to the goal you want to achieve. In an ultramarathon there is no way around this for one will at various times and lengths of the race suffer much both physically and mentally. The key for ones own well being is to know where to draw the line.
As race day drew ever closer my mind had gone into that full focus of preparing to run 50 km on wondrously challenging mountain terrain. The good news is I finally admitted to myself something was up and what first seemed like might be an internal infection or even worse wound up being a total surprise. I had gotten shingles. I was relieved I had an answer to my mounting issues and glad it was something that’s treatable. I got some medication and briefing on what to expect and went home hopeful I could still race. Seemed if I could tolerate the pain (and I thought I could) and as the worst was probably going to be over before the race that I’d still be able to give it a go. There goes that ultra mentality again! Well the next two days as I limped around and gently lowered myself into sitting positions at work and at home another issue was not improving. I just couldn’t pee. Well I could but what is an easy bodily function we all do without much thought everyday became a torturous ordeal for me. When the day before the race I had to call in sick to work again I finally admitted to myself that it would not be wise to race in this condition. Being out on remote trails for six-ish hours where one needs to eat and constantly hydrate and relieve themselves on the go was not something I could do.
The rest of that day I was angry and depressed. It takes a lot of time, effort and commitment to train for these events and when you can’t even get to the starting line, well its disappointing for sure. I texted a couple friends who were going to race and let them know I couldn’t and wished them success. When race-day came I continued with my struggles with my ailment and my thoughts began to soften. I couldn’t run but I had my family at home with me this Saturday and I could use this time to be with them.
Things we do so often without thinking we take for granted. But when it’s suddenly jerked away and becomes a monumental task it helps one refocus priorities. Yes I missed the race. I did not get my reward for months of preparation and hard work. Yes this race was to also serve as further training for another upcoming event which will be longer and harder. But despite that I know I’ll soon get better. I have my loved ones close to me and time not spent running is time spent with them. I’ll take that every time if I had to choose one over the other. This ordeal was a good reminder that we all need to know our limits. When to listen to what our body is saying to us and then most importantly adjust accordingly. I hope I’ll soon be back out running. In fact I know I shall and having gone through this I’ll appreciate those running moments all the more.
Ultrarunning has a myriad of variables that go into prepping for a race. From training volume, long runs, hilly runs, heat training, nutritional decisions and seemingly endless equipment choices it can be easy to forget basic concepts that lay the foundation for every runner to be successful. Head Coach of CTS Ultrarunning Jason Koop and author of Training Essentials for Ultrarunning shares 8 solid tips every ultrarunner, myself included, should know and not forget.
“Sure, I like advancements in nutrition and equipment but if an athlete tells me they would have won a race if only they’d had the latest hydro-gel or Kevlar shoelaces, I’ll tell them to take up a new sport. Simple things matter, a lot. And I would bet my last dollar the following 8 things, if done properly, are worth more than a specific gel, lightest shoes, newest equipment, advanced technology, fanciest recovery modalities and most ergogenic of all the ergogenic aids combined.”
Read on for his advice here:
On a recent Friday evening after getting out from a long day at work heading straight home was the enticing thing to do. Would be wonderful to sit in my warm home with my wife and kids or head out for dinner and a beer at one of the many great brew pubs in my town of Bend, Oregon. But instead I donned a rain jacket over my running clothes, put on a headlamp and gloves and readied to brace the elements outside. It was the middle of January and the weather was not very appealing to go for a training run. It was dark, rain with sleet fell and the route I had chosen to run on was either soggy, muddy, snow covered or all three at once. So what was it that got me out there when it would be so easy to just head straight home to the creature comforts that awaited? It wasn’t sheer determination to venture out after my wife texted me she was forgoing her run in this “cold rainy snowy stuff”. I wasn’t jumping for joy to have an opportunity to run in water soaked shoes with cold feet and having icey rain pelt my face. No, what actually motivates me on days and nights like this was what lies in the near future. I had already signed up for three races that were coming in the months ahead. The Eugene Marathon, a speedy road race distance I hadn’t done in a couple years. A new local race called The Wild Outback 50k a distance I hadn’t raced in a couple years as well. Lastly a mountain race called Beaverhead Endurance 100k with average race elevations I’d never attempted before.
About a decade ago ago when I first began running after each marathon race I’d take a month off to recover. I felt like my body was on the verge of falling apart from the effort and saw no reason not to take it easy for awhile. Eventually I’d start running again, but only casually with no plan or goal in mind. Before I knew it the winter season was fast approaching and it was time to crawl into my running hibernation mode.
The downfall to this strategy I found was once the warm seasons returned and I felt the pull to be outdoors running I realized I had lost much of my previously hard earned fitness. It seemed I was almost starting over again as I returned to the roads and trails. After several years of this foolhardy approach it finally dawned on me that maybe year round training was the way to go. Who’d of thunk it?! But I was lacking motivation. I continuely would start and stop then restart my running. Even the fact that I used running as a form of excercise to help me with my mental health was not enough to get me out there consistently. So what I did was sign for a new type of challenging race. I was drawn to races that would push my limits and challenge my physical and mental limits. However I was intimidated by the thought of running an ultramarathon. Just a few years prior I ran my first road marathon and ran in a local half trail marathon yearly, but running longer than 26.2 miles on not flat, smooth roads but on uneven, hilly or even mountainous terrain just made this runners knees shake. So I decided to get my feet wet by running a marathon length race on trails. My mind was comfortable with knowing I could complete the distance and I figured I’d start doing some hill training, which until then I avoided like the plague, and I’d be just fine. Needless to say the race proved more difficult than I imagined, but I got it done. A seed was planted as I realized how much I loved running on trails in Nature much more then on pavement. Yes, it was more challenging and I hurt after this race like I did after my very first marathon, but I loved it and was now hooked. So for the next calendar year I signed up for not just my first 50k but three of them. Coming off the heels of completing the Silverfalls Marathon I was plenty excited to start training for these greater challenges. As there was still much unknown to me about running ultra races I had plenty of motivation to keep training as the seasons changed. When the next racing season came to an end and it found me having completed all three ultras I realized how better fit I was when I trained year round. I also came to the realization having a huge challenge ahead of me gave plenty of reason to keep at it year round.
The next racing season I signed up for the Gorge Waterfalls 100k. Not only would it be my first race at that distance but it would have more vertical then any race I’d previously done and it also was my first Western States qualifier. It didn’t take long for this ultra newbie to start dreaming of his first hundo. This early spring race got me out the door repeatedly during the worst winter days as I really wanted to complete and do well in the race. That year I raced and finished three 100k races and one 50 miler. As the next couple of ultra racing calendar years came and went I continued to employ the same motivational technique. No longer being a rookie to ultras I knew I’d have to train properly or not only would I suffer throughout a race but might not even finish if I was unprepared. So now every year like many runners I get the itch to quickly sign up as announcements are made for the next seasons races. I give myself permission not to wait for it’s important to search out for ones that will somehow challenge me in new ways, offer to take me to new locales and experience new things which in the end keeps me from going into runners hibernation.
As I got halfway through my chilly run I actually found myself having a good time. As I thought how this run will help me to experience many more wonderous running adventures in better conditions and I soon felt the miles click away.
Today, December 11th is international mountain day.
It was created by the United Nations in 2003 to bring awareness to the importance of mountains to people and the planet. The U.N. and the F.A.O. (Food and Agricultural Organization) say this years theme for International Mountain Day is #mountainsmatter and ask we write why mountains matter to us. From the FAO website: Mountain regions are an important water supply, they house 56% of the worlds biosphere reserves, they are home to 13% of the worlds population, are important to indigenous people who have intimate knowledge of them and whose culture is intertwined with these regions, mountains attract 15-20% of the worlds tourism and mountains cover 22% of the earths land surface.
Along with these and many other reasons mountains are important to me.
When I run or hike in these places I am reminded of how fragile my existence is. How short a human life is in the grand scheme of the universe. The mountains seem to be ageless compared to us and their environments can quickly change without much warning and become life threatening. But mountains and their landscapes also inspire me and put me in awe of their beauty.
Their clean, natural environments help me reconnect to nature in a way that’s not possible in the urban environments we’ve carved out for ourselves. Mountains encapsulates life itself and reminds me of what the real important things in life are.
”The studies found that there are risk factors specific to athletes for depression.
- Injury: lasting >6 weeks or needing surgery
- Age related loss of performance
- Pregnancy interrupting training or competition
- Retirement or loss of professional or elite affiliation
- Overly perfectionist personality traits
- Recreational substance abuse
- Anabolic steroid use
The risk factors can be lumped into more general categories. 1. Injury negatively impacting performance and or training. 2. Life or developmental milestones affecting the athlete. 3. Finally maladaptive approaches/attitude to training and or competition having unintended negative impact on performance. It is my opinion that these risk factors should not be interpreted as an additive or causal relationship, meaning that if you acquire more of the above, like an aging type A personality-athlete with chronic injuries and difficulty attaining a sponsor, that you will definitely develop clinical depression; rather to recognize that these experiences, much like a fall on the trail, should indicate to the runner, coach, manager or sports med doc to perform a self-assessment or screening for depression.”
This was an excerpt written by psychologist and fellow ultra runner Dr. John Onate. I look forward to his next two posts which he will write about treatment, stigma reduction and advocacy for depression. Click on the link below to see the full post.
Depression in Endurance Athletes Part 1
I just received confirmation after receiving my medical clearance that I’ve passed the final step to entry to the Lavaredo Ultra Trail race.
It was a simple generic email from the race organizers but nonetheless it stoked excitement within me. You see I started racing ultra marathons four years ago and am in many ways still a bit of a newbie to this masochistic sport. That first year in 2014 I ran my first three 50k races. I was pumped with emotions after completing each one. They were not by ultra race standards overly tough courses, but they challenged this rookie immensely. Sometime between my racing SOB 50k and the McKenzie River 50k I read an article that Anton Krupicka had won the 2014 Lavaredo race in near course record time. Wait! What? I had never heard of this event. That race is in Italy! In the Dolomites! I read through the entire article and salivated over the photos.
This seemed awesome. I was not ready yet for a race like this with more than double the mileage of my first two ultras and over triple the elevation gain but nevertheless a seed was planted. My wife grew up in Rome Italy and I’ve had the opportunity to travel there several times. I enjoyed the country and it’s people immensely on those prior visits and it was time to go back. I thought what a great way to celebrate turning 50. We could go to Italy again, visit her family, dine on exquisite cuisine and in between I could squeeze in this race.
Life has a way of creating many twists and turns that we can never imagine are coming. My 50th came and went with no trip to that mountainous northwestern corner of Italy. However the seed which had since sprouted within me kept growing. I continued to race and train and with each passing year I gained valuable experience, fitness and knowledge to the point the dream of racing no longer seemed an impossible task. Now it was a question of simply when. My wife and I finally decided that it was time to go back no matter what else showed up down life’s path. It had been over a decade since she last visited her childhood home and despite having two children to bring along we would make this happen. So we put things into motion and began making all the necessary arrangements. I checked into gaining entry to the race and found out that one must run a qualifying race to get in. Their website stated “Athletes must also have completed at least one qualifying 4 point race as per the new ITRA classification (see art. 4).” My heart sunk. I learned races in Europe have their own point system and not all ultra races in the U.S. participate in this system. Did I run anything that would qualify me? Why didn’t I look into this much sooner? Would I even have time to run a qualifying race if my previous ones didn’t meet the criteria? I nervously began scanning their list of races which qualified in my region of the Pacific Northwest and low and behold there it was. The Gorge Waterfalls 100k. I had a rough time during that race and had my slowest finishing time to date for a 100k but it did qualify me. So now I was in! Err not so fast. There is a generous amount of racers allowed to run but the event did have a cap. There was going to be a lottery. Ugh. Fingers crossed I waited. Odds were better than getting into Western States 100 and I made it. One of 1500 racers out of nearly 3,000 lottery entrants.
Pouring over race details with some Italian wine and cheese.
It took four years of luck, planning and hope but what seemed just a fantasy is now reality. Far fetched dreams and goals are often great motivators to keep one pushing, training to not give up. All that’s left now is to keep training and get to the starting line as fit and healthy as possible. Piece of cake, right?! The journey continues.
As I make my way down the asphalt path I am conscious of the sound of my feet hitting the ground. It’s something I usually don’t pay much attention to but today is different. I am running with more attentiveness to my form. Is my posture good? Am I leaning into this short grade properly? Am I engaging my glute muscles? As my legs continue to propel me forward the parking lot comes into view. I see someone leave their automobile and make their way towards the trail head. As I go by him I see two others coming off the trail up ahead. I ponder as I approach. Do I head up the mile long trail or continue on the relatively flat route I’ve planned for myself this morning? It’s about a 600 foot gain in elevation which I’ve done many times over the years. But today I hesitate. After 7 weeks of virtually no running due to an injury this is just my third consecutive day running. It’s been a slow and frustrating process to get to this point. I felt pretty descent the previous two runs although not without pain and stiffness. I quickly check in with myself. Right calf is a bit tight as well as my right piriformis. Two months ago if you would have asked me where my piriformis muscle was I would have said piriformi what!? But so it goes with my running. I learn on the fly. I don’t come from a running background and with two young children to raise I can’t justify the expense of hiring a full time coach to aid me in my mid pack race finishes. Like many I learn from experience, from reading articles and books, blog posts and conversations with other runners. But pursuing running, or any sport for that matter, with the goal of continually pushing ones limits and trying to get better lends one to walking a tight rope. Stay on the taut, high wire and push to your maximum ability in attempt to maximum your gains. But go too hard and you’ll lose your balance and not only will your gains be less fruitful but can often lead to injury. I fell off the tight rope and didn’t even notice when I had lost my balance.
The start to my year had been good. I decided to try a new diet and become fat adapted and have had success with it so far. I ran a low key 50k race in January, the Madrass FatAss 50k and then another long run weekend along the Rogue River in southern Oregon with a group of other runners at the Southern Oregon Fat Ass run (SOFA). Although I ran into some stomach issues during the second run along the Rogue I learned much about fueling with this diet and had a great time. Things were clicking along and plans were being made for my upcoming running season. Then without warning down I went down.
It was an innocuous start to a short day hike. Just myself with my two children and our two dogs. It occurred on the way back about half a mile from the car. Our dogs in need of burning their pent up energy were playing fetch as we hiked along the snow covered forest service road. I bent over to pick up a stick when a sudden pain pierced my lower back. I almost couldn’t right myself back up. I managed a slow shuffle back to the car and my 8 year old son had to lift my legs so I could get in. Upon getting home it took almost a half hour for my wife to help me get back out. The pain was that intense. This injury seemed to apparate from out of nowhere like a Death Eater attacking Harry Potter, but in retrospect it was nothing quite so dramatic. In fact it probably had been a long time coming. Too much training spent just running and little to no time focused on stretching and working the supportive muscle groups. Add to this my work environment where I spend half my time in a chair with little walking and it’s no wonder that my problems didn’t arise sooner.
After a little research I self diagnosed myself with a condition called piriformus syndrome. Hey, Doctor Google is never wrong, right? But as the weeks went by my suspicions proved correct as my symptoms lessened and body responded to core work and hip and glute exercises. I was heading down the right path. I’ve been trying to incorporate regular workouts for these muscles by going to group classes and using resistance bands at home. It only took me 14 months and an injury to finally take the bands out of their original packaging! I had good intent when I bought them, but poor follow through. Don’t you make the same mistake. All those articles we see regarding cross training, stretching, strength and core work outs are there for a reason. They benefit us in becoming better runners and staying injury free.
So today I look up the hillside as I approach Pilot Butte seems like an old friend. One who patiently waits, unchanged since my last run weeks ago. I quickly decide to turn up the path and climb to the summit. She quickly makes me sweat from the effort even though I try to take a slow and steady pace. My calves begin to complain and a slight burning sensation begins to grow in my right glute. But I don’t hesitate or think of turning back. I’ve missed the exertion of running. The pain and sweat along with the things I see in the outdoors. When something you love is suddenly taken away or is lost it really hits home how often one takes it for granted. My old friend who I used to avoid like the plague when I first began running I now welcome with open arms. For although she doesn’t realize it she will be instrumental in allowing me to see many things and accomplish great goals. My regular running partner whose always there, waiting for me to join her. So I climb. Step by step. It’s not easy and I’m not fully healthy but it feels right. My heart rate rises and my breathing becomes labored and every step is worth it.