Rooty Raccoon Race Report

I haven’t written my Rocky Raccoon race report sooner for a number of reasons. Practically speaking we haven’t had internet consistently. The GeekGrl and I have been living between two houses and I have been working late almost every day and that has made things pretty disorganized. I have also been giving the race a lot of thought and am kind of sick of it. This was a horrible race for me. In just one word I would have to describe my race at Rocky Raccoon as brutal. There was so much not to like and so many things that went wrong for me that I never really stood a chance.

Before I go into my own experiences though I need to preface my report by saying that the race organization was fantastic and if anyone is going to increase your chances of finishing an ultramarathon it is Joe Prusaitis and his crew. He also runs the Bandera trail races, which I loved.

So, back to the story. I hated this course almost from the beginning. Rocky Raccoon takes place in Huntsville State Park, which is basically just a dense pine forest with a small lake stuck in the middle. Within just a few feet you have pretty much seen all there is to see and the remaining 19+ miles of each 20 mile loop is just more of the same. I live in a land of wide open vistas and have never been fond of the claustrophobic feeling I get when completely encapsulated in deep woods or very large cities like New York and Chicago and this course offered no respite. In addition to the densely packed woods the trails of Rocky Raccoon are famously rooty. It’s funny that both the GeekGrl and independently reached the conclusion that Joe’s race at Bandera should have been called “Rocky” something and this race should have been called Rooty Raccoon.

One thing I discovered is that I would prefer to run a rocky course than a rooty course. Here’s the thing about roots…well, they are attached to trees and trees are huge in and of themselves but they are also attached to the Earth, which is fairly big in its own right. What all this means is that no matter how miniscule the root is that is sticking out of the ground it is like kicking an iron wall and so that is how I spent my day and most of the evening, kicking roots, tripping on roots and falling over roots. The worst thing was that every time I kicked a root it caused that leg to drag a bit and made it more likely that I would kick another root in the next 30 feet or so.

In addition to kicking roots my left calf muscle went out on e at mile 3, yes, mile 3 with 97 to go. With my calf hurt I was limited to running no faster than 12 minute miles and I had to take more walk breaks than usual. I also spent additional time taking care of my feet but by mile 80 I was still developing some of the deep blisters on the balls of my feet that caused me so much pain at Lean Horse. They weren’t hurting yet but I’m sure they would have soon enough.

So here’s my race, all 80 miles of it, lap by lap.

Lap 1 – 4:15 – 12:45 pace. The day started great and I was feeling pretty good. The race started in the dark and we were running in a tight line down the trail. By mile two the people started to thin out a bit and I was able to open up into a nice steady pace. Shortly thereafter I felt the pain in my left calf return and had to slow my running and increase my walking. I also started kicking roots and falling by about mile 4. When I first started kicking roots it didn’t hurt too much but it was very abrupt and it took a lot out of my legs to keep from going down and to regain my balance. I probably went down hard four times during that first loop.

Lap 2 – 5:45 – 17:15 pace. The second lap contained the hottest part of the day and it so happens that this day was the second hottest Rocky Raccoon in the history of the race. The heat slowed me down but worse was the increasing pain caused by kicking roots and falling. Now the root kicking moved from obnoxious to concern that I was going to break some toes or some other bone in my feet. Not only did every kick hurt my feet but the pain was starting to radiate through my legs and the tendons in my hips started to feel kind of stretched out like every root kick was pulling my leg from the socket. I had to start taking Tylenol extra-strength by mile 25 just to keep my pace up.

Lap 3 – 5:15 – 15:45 pace. By the beginning of mile 40 my feet and legs were hurting continuously from kicking roots and my stomach was going bad. I took another dose of Tylenol and someone gave me some ginger candy. Within minutes I was feeling much better and running well but about five miles into the loop my calf started hurting again because I had been running too fast. I also continued kicking roots but now the shock and pain seemed to go straight to the bone and shot through the length of my leg. I was also getting pretty angry because I just couldn’t stop kicking those damn roots. This lap ended in the dark.

Lap 4 – 8:30 – 25:30 pace. My fourth lap was fully in the dark and at this point I knew I could not kick another root or I would most likely collapse. I really thought that I had fractured bones in each of my feet but thought if I could just make it through the night and through this lap I could finish the race. I was creeping along pretty slowly and it just seemed that the slower I moved the slower I became. My legs were starting to stiffen because I wasn’t moving fast enough to keep them warm and my neck and back were tightening up because I was super focused on staring at the trail trying to avoid roots.

In order to head out on the 5th lap I needed to finish my 4th lap by 6 a.m. I finished by 5:40ish but could not see myself cutting 2 hours off my 4th lap time. It would have been one thing to have done the entire race at a pace that would have brought me to mile 80 in 23 hours and 40 minutes, then I probably could have made it. I, on the other hand, was completely beat. I was pretty sure that if I kicked another root something much more significant than a toe or metatarsal would break. I had exceeded the amount of Tylenol you are allowed to take in a 24 hour period and my legs were barely working. I walked off the course and felt like I made a good decision but was unhappy none the less.

I had many bad thoughts about this race over the past few days and have seriously questioned my ability to complete all but the easiest of 100 mile races. I have taken off ten days and it is only within the past three days that my legs have stopped hurting. Part of me wants to return to something easier like limiting myself to 100K ultras or shorter or to IM races but I still have a drive to try and figure out the 100 mile ultra. I suspect that if I would have been on a different course I could have finished. I can’t help but think that it was the roots that did me in and not the distance. I am slated to run the Tahoe Rim Trail 100 this summer and believe this to be a better trail surface for me so I remain hopeful. I did go for my first post-rocky Raccoon run today and felt great. I have a good amount of time to train and am now moved in to my new home at the base of a mountain that I can run daily.

Maybe I’m too stubborn for my own good but I need to see how far I can take this quest. I want to try every angle to finish another 100 mile ultra but I would be lying if I didn’t say it is wearing thin. It really sucks to spend all that time and money and walk away an anonymous non-finisher with nothing but a bit of swag to remind you of your failure.

Ready for Rocky

Time has flow by and I find myself at the brink of my third attempt at the 100 mile ultramarathon. My new job has me exceedingly busy but I love the work and feel like I'm doing well. The posting for the permanent position as Chief of Psychology came down January 30th and now comes the waiting to be scheduled for yet another interview and then the anxiety ridden days that will follow to see if I get this job I have already come to love on a permanent basis.

But enough of that, I have Rocky Raccoon to think about. I have spent a little time reading over some of my other ultramarathon posts looking for tips and tricks, hints and clues for success. I am firmly of the mind that there is nothing that can't be fixed by going slower and so I have my eye set on simply finishing within the 30 hour time limit. However, the compulsive triathlete in me refuses to give up on a multitude of sub-goals so here they are first by time and then no particular order.

1. Finish under 30
2. Finish under 27 (in other words beat my only other 100-mile time)
3. Finish under 24 hours ( I sincerely believe that I have something very close to a 24 hour finish in me if all goes well with my feet, legs and nutrition. I was on tract for a sub-24 at Lean Horse all the way to mile 84 and then my blisters struck with a vengeance)
4. Stay on top of my foot care!
5. Don't trip on roots
6. Don't spend any unnecessary time at aid stations just
a) inventory how body feels
b) get nutritional needs met
c) check "brain card" at drop bag if applicable
d) make some kind of wise crack to aid station workers
e) run away
7. Have a good time

So, I think all systems are go. The only problem I have to report is I have had persistent pain in my left calf, it almost feels like I may have pulled or torn part of my gastroc or maybe I just had a severe spasm...in any case I am hopeful that it will hold for the 100 flat miles at Rocky Raccoon. I feel like, if needed, I can slow down, deal with the pain and finish.

I have also determined that just for luck I need a theme song at least for each of the 100s I attempt so here is a geek alert for you, a little known secret about me...I happen to love classic German pop, so, having let that cat out of the bag my theme song for Rocky will be

Da-Da-Da by Trio. Enjoy!


Ok, time to work on my drop bags.

Please drop by and provide the GeekGrl with any and all kind words of encouragement. She is going for her first 50 mile finish at Rocky!