Running race 22:21:06 [3]
Kettle 100
I signed up for this race late last year thinking three things
- I needed a qualifier to get back into the lottery for Western States
- A early summer race should work out really well allowing me to train all spring and then have time during the summer to hang out with Kristen and Aubrey
- The race looked pretty cool and it would be fun to travel and check out a different race.
As the winter turned into spring and I found myself somehow living in Las Vegas working around the clock, and I started to get really nervous about how I was going to run this race at all. I was determined to finish no matter what, but given my total of 16 hours training for all of April could I really expect to get through 100 miles?
May came along and I was finally home and had 1 month to cram for a race. First long run was 2:45 and nearly killed me. Next week it was 4 hours and I got through it, but boy did it hurt. Then I did the Seaton Soaker. About half way through that run I was dead tired and questioning just how dumb I was, but something happened during the last 12.5 km I started to find my legs and pass people, maybe I could do this.
We hit June 6th and there Barb and I are on the start line with more than 300 other runners ready to head out on our little adventure. My buddy Mike had driven down with me the day before and he was just as excited as I was to get this race underway. The first 30km nothing to it. Then as I was walking up a hill eating some trail mix suddenly I didn't feel so good and I was by the side of the trail throwing up.
Well my AR experience kicked in (trust me when I say I am very experienced in this situation). I just kept walking (downhill now) and took some time to eat calories and replenish the stocks I had just lost. About 10 min later I felt ready and continued jogging.
At the 50 km turn around it was almost a party atmosphere, you had everyone waiting for their runner to come in plus all the people waiting for the 50 km to start as well. A few more km and I got to pass Bash and wish her good luck with her return trip.
I continued along and took full advantage of the ice that was available at every rest stop. I stopped each time and just added more ice cubes to my bladder, my hat and the buff around my neck. I think this really worked well as I came out of the flat prairie the second time much better off than a lot of other runners.
I came into the start/finish and again it was a great atmosphere. Everyone is there to cheer their runner into the finish, but also the race director is there to make sure the crowd cheers for the 100 milers as they head out again into the night ("100 milers heading out"). You've also got 38 mile fun runners heading out at different intervals so the trails always have runners on them.
As I headed out into the night I was curious to see how this would go. Last year during Oil Creek I had Kristen to run the whole way with me and I really found that helped a lot during the night. This year I was going to have to do it all by myself.
Early on I passed Bent coming into the finish and he didn't look so good, a little bit later I passed Bash and she definitely looked much better. She wished me a good night and somehow these simple words really stuck with me as I ran along.
I felt like the last 60 km was my race. I tried to keep my pace up all night and even though I had a few moments where the energy was down I felt like I was still moving better than most people in front of me. I was only passed by two people through the night, but I was able to catch a lot of runners in front of me. Which to me means I paced my race just right.
Post race I'm definitely pretty beat up. I ended up stubbing my right toe a few times during the night and it's pretty red. I also got a nice blister on my right heal that is pretty sore as well. But none of that matters because I've got my finishers trophy, a new PR and entry into next years Western States.