Having not spent much time in northwest Georgia, I wasn’t really expecting it to be that much different than running around Greenville. I was so very, very wrong. Although SC certainly has its share of hills, I haven’t been running on anything like what I was faced with at the Georgia Jewel 50k. A lot of that is simply down to spending most of my mileage on the roads, grinding out steady miles at a relatively high pace. When I do run trails it’s usually a recovery run on neatly manicured trails void of any technical footing. Add to the terrain the fact that this was a 50k race and I have learned some lessons about my fledgling ultra running career:
1) I’m good at uphills no matter what the terrain. I consistently passed people on even the steepest of inclines and seem to recover from the effort of a hill fairly quickly. I suppose that’s the one upside to being scarily thin.
2) Relative to many ultra runners, once on a flat surface or road, I’m able to use what little leg speed I have to my advantage.
3)Hey, I still got second. Sure it’s first loser but I was quite pleased given the experienced ultra runners on trail.
That’s where the good lessons end. Now for the bad:
1) Technical downhills may be the death of me. How are these people so completely and utterly fearless? Aside from the fact that I’m convinced my ankles are made of glass, the mere thought of skidding down a gravel and rutted trail face first had me putting on the brakes with each step. I lost so much time and destroyed my quads because I’m a wuss.
2) I’m still not sure about this eating on the run thing. At 50k, I was able to barely get away with gels, water, and a couple of fig bars. However, my aspirations in ultra running are far beyond 31 miles and I’m just not sure how to teach my body to accept real food while on the run. Gut rot is no joke, but at my size I don’t have that much on reserve so I’m going to have to figure this out.
3) Training. Again, at just 50k, I’m able to get away with my usual high-ish mileage routine (60-80 miles per week) with little to no organization to it. I love running, so I do it everyday for a variety of distances, efforts, and workouts. I mean, I have a general idea of what I’m doing just from years of running and coaching but I haven’t followed a true training plan in ages. I’m not saying that I need to, but if I’m really serious about tackling this ultra beast, there is going to have to be a shift in the way I’m training.
I also learned a lot of little things, like when reaching a water crossing “there’s no pussyfooting around, you just gotta go for it.” And that when an overweight ranch hand sitting on the back of a pickup truck tells you to “watch that mud” he means it. Sure he’ll come help pull you out of the thigh deep mud and cow shit hole you are stuck in, but he will laugh and spray you with chewing tobacco spit. After that, the water crossings are welcome.