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April 16, 2025April 16, 2025

GORGE WATERFALLS 100k (Race Report)

In 2024 I decided to change things up in terms of getting my Western States qualifier. I wanted to run somewhere new. Experience a new trail. Have a new adventure. The minute I saw that DAYBREAK Racing’s George Waterfalls 100k (which has been on my bucket list of races) was now a Western States qualifying race, the minute registration opened, I signed up. I’d figure out the details later.

But as the saying goes, “The Devil is in the details.” The details being that this race is over 9 hours from my house and the likelihood of having a crew or support or (heck) just someone to share the driving hours was slim to none. No matter, I am always up for adventure whether it is solo or with friends.

So I packed my car and planned my route knowing that I’d have to stop along the way.

I left on a Wednesday and my first stop was Eugene! I’ve been to Eugene many times, but it is close to 7 hours away and that’s a long drive to do in one day solo.

The minute I landed in my motel in Eugene, I found the closest Laughing Planet which was only a half mile away. Perfect, I could use the walk to loosen up my legs and by then, I was starving so I got my favorite (the first of many times on this trip). 😉

The next morning, I woke up and worked and around noon took the time to go on a run to loosen up the legs and explore a little.

I found a sweet little trail not far from where I was staying that took me to the top of Skinner Butte which overlooks the University of Oregon.

After some more work, I hopped back in the car and headed towards Portland (2 ish hours away) with the intention of stopping at another Laughing Planet to grab some food to go for dinner that night as I feared my final destination of Cascade Locks would have slim pickens for a gluten free vegan. 🙂

By the time I reached my motel in Cascade Locks it was close to 3 pm. My motel was the cutest place ever and the owner greeted me when I arrived excited that I was a runner (she had a lot of runners staying there the next few days).

After settling in and working some more, I ventured over to Gorges Beer Co. for packet pick up and to see Free Trail’s Elite Athlete panel chat.

It was the coolest brewery and fun listening to the elites. It just really helped get me excited about the race and also see and hear from the race director too. They were hosting three difference races all weekend long. Friday would start with the 30k race. Saturday would be the 100k and Sunday would be the 50k.

With my race bib in hand, I headed back to my home away from home in the pouring rain.

Friday was pretty chilly but it was mostly dry. I walked from my motel over to where the race start would be (Cascade Locks Marine Park) and also where the 30k race was happening.

Bridge of the Gods – separates Washington from Oregon

I wandered around the marine park and walked across the Columbia River to Thunder Island reading all the historical signs they had talking about how the Bridge of the Gods got its name and tons of other stuff.

You could camp on Thunder Island for free too and there were some tents set up there. It is also a popular wedding location.

After exploring I headed back to get ready for the 100k the next morning. I was getting excited to really see these trails.

Sleep did not go well for me that night. My brain was wired and it was half in Oregon and half back home in California. When my alarm finally went off at 2:45, I was surprisingly wide awake.

For weeks I had been studying the course since I knew I’d be running without a crew or any support. I knew the course was technical (not my strong suit ever since I broke my fibula in 2023). I was excited though because in comparison to races like Canyons or Quicksilver, the elevation wasn’t so bad. I knew we’d climb and descend about 11,000 feet and elevation wasn’t really a factor here but that doesn’t mean the course would be easy peasy.

We were allowed two drop bags that we’d be able to visit a total of 3 times, but the first time was so soon in the race it wasn’t even really necessary.

Unfortunately, I didn’t take many photos during the race for a variety of reasons. Mostly, I was desperately trying not to fall on my face!

The race started at 5:00 am and headlamps were necessary. They said there was about 400 to 440 runners I think? I settled myself into the pack and listened to the race announcements.

It was cold but I was happy with my gear choices. I wore a jacket over my pack because I knew I’d eventually get hot (I always do no matter the temperature) and then I could take it off while running and store it in the back of my pack.

What I didn’t anticipate was the cold making my nose run and my eyes water terribly! It was during this that I realized I had left my bandana in my car.

The eye watering was making it hard to see in the dark. The first three miles are on pavement though as you run through town. With everyone else’s headlamps too it was pretty easy to see. It is when we dipped onto the single track that it got a lot harder.

I felt amazing though. It’s been forever that I have felt this good at the start of a race. The first six miles it felt like I was cruising along both up and down hill. I was leading some runners and trying to point out the rocks and logs in the way so no one would trip.

That karma didn’t serve me very well as shortly before mile 6, I rolled my left ankle and yelped in pain but I didn’t go down.

I was completely annoyed though as the pain was searing through my leg. I just kept going knowing that first aid-station would be coming up soon and I could reassess. I also had been having some pack issues. My zipper broke on my pack and my hydration bladder was all of a sudden not working.

I stopped briefly to sort all that out and I took two Tylenol to help with the terrible pain in my ankle. Instead of getting down about it, I just kept running hoping the pain would vanish. While running I saw many other runners rolling their ankles too or worse, with gashes on their knees. This course was no joke.

Those orange flags show the trail – it was narrow in spots but oh so beautiful!

One of the not-so-great things about this particular race is that it is an out and back course – twice. You run one way, do a loop and then run back the way you came. We’d run into the elite runners and have to jump to the side to let them pass occasionally on some very narrow sections. It also doesn’t help that everyone is looking down and not up at the runners headed their way. Whenever I was leading I’d try and yell out “runner up!” to alert those behind me. Someone behind me said thank you. 😉

The second aid station (Ainsworth) was a drop bag station but it was only 13 miles into the race and I had all that I needed so I just kept going. With my ankle slowing me down on any technical sections, I knew that I had to save time wherever I could.

I made a deal with myself that if the trail was smooth, like the above photo or paved, that I would run no matter if it was straight up hill. I had zero stability in my ankle when there were any rocks in the way and I was passed constantly on those sections so I took advantage whenever I could on the sections that I could run easily without pain.

One of the best parts about this race is that the fuel sponsor was Neversecond. I am a Neversecond ambassador, and I have been using their gels for over a year now. I was stoked that this race would have the gels I actually use, at each and every aid-station.

I pretty much stuck to my race plan and training plan. I ate a gel every 45 minutes and I don’t think I missed even one. I have never run an ultra this long and not had something else. I did at some point in the race try some random thing from one of my drop bags but I quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. I was having zero and I mean zero stomach issues (another first for me) and I was feeling pretty energized overall. Don’t mess with what’s working is my motto so back to my Berry Neversecond gels it was!

Every once in a while, it would start raining but only for a few minutes and then stop. It also would randomly get cold. So, whenever it rained or got chilly, I’d pull my jacket out of my pouch while running and put it on and then inevitably we’d hit a sunny spot and I would take it back off again.

These trails were open to the public too so in addition to having to dodge any cross traffic with runners, we had to dodge the hikers and tourists. Most were pretty good about letting us pass and cheering us on.

This race did allow poles (while I don’t think they were needed) but only on part of the course. The back half they were not supposed to be allowed but I don’t think they enforced this at all as I saw many runners running with poles the entire time.

I ran with some super nice people from time to time during the race. I was feeling good, despite my ankle and was chatty. Most of the women I ran with also were. The men, not so much.

This is what we ran over, TWICE! My ankle just hated me. 🙂

I normally do not wear headphones when I race trails especially ones with beautiful waterfalls but I did throw my earbuds in my pocket just in case. There are two sections where you run about 3 to 4 miles on a paved road that lines the highway. When we were on our way back on this section, I threw in my earbuds just to drown out the car noise.

Photo by: James Holk, DAYBREAK RACING, Free Trail

The smile never left my face the entire day, not even with the sound of the cars.

As I mentioned, the first half of the race (33 miles or so) you run out, around a loop and then back almost to the start but not quite. Then you run an out and back in a different direction. This is the section of the course I was a little nervous about.

On this section, you run to an aid-station (Cascade Locks) and then you run 10 miles to the next where your second drop back is located (Wyeth AS – mile 48.7). 10 miles is a long way to go without an aid-station so I had to make sure my pack was full of what I needed on this stretch.

While this section wasn’t as technical as the first half, it was not smooth running either. You also had to deal with a lot of cross traffic here first with the elite runners making their way to finish and then when you were on your way back with those who were running behind you. If had to pick a not favorite section, I would say this was it just for that reason. I was already running slow enough because of my ankle but to continuously stop for runners was slowing things down considerably for me.

I finally made my way to Wyeth aid-station. I hit my drop bag, grabbed what I needed and then immediately (like I had been all day) turned around and hiked and ate as I left. I was feeling the pull to the finish.

From that aid-station I knew it was only 10 miles to the last and final aid-station and then a 3 mile section to the finish and I was done.

All day long I had been leap frogging with a guy. We chatted a little bit. He was such a strong runner and was very encouraging every time he caught me and then eventually passed me. I’d catch him at the aid-stations but this last stretch of the race it was like he totally disappeared.

This second half the race was through some pretty dense trees too and while it was still light out, it did not look light out when you were running deep in the forest.

Lucky for me, I had kept my headlamp in my pack the entire day. It is required if you leave one of the aid-stations at a certain time but I was struggling to see at dusk and my friend who I was leap frogging with, stopped to pull out his headlamp too.

When I finally made it back to the Cascade Locks 2 aid-station (mile 58.8) I could smell the finish. At certain points on the second half of the course you could hear the finish line announcing runners. I was ready to be done.

I asked the volunteer if it was “mostly road” for the 3 miles to the finish and she said it was. She was wrong. haha There was still quite a bit of up and down trail first before you hit the pavement and, in my head, I thought pavement came a lot sooner than it did. I also paused a few times not seeing any flags on this portion, but I knew there was nowhere else to go.

Finally I made the sharp right turn onto the pavement. And true to my original word, no matter if it was uphill or down, I ran the entire way to finish. I didn’t stop once.

I was thrilled because I had given myself a window of time to finish in and I knew no matter what, I’d make the cut off for Western States. I do think if I hadn’t rolled my ankle and had to slow so much because of that, I would have finished closer to what I wanted which was in the 14 hour range.

Instead, I crossed the finish line in 15 hours and 56 minutes. Considering what I had going with my foot/ankle, I was pleased.

At the finish we were given a mason jar instead of a medal (yay! thank you!). They had kombucha on tap too so I grabbed some of that, grabbed my race shirt that I did not get earlier and quickly went to my car to Facetime the family.

I was cold and I was sore almost immediately. Luckily, my motel was a half mile away so despite my legs feeling complete thrashed, I was able to make that drive pretty easily.

When I got back to the motel, I had these post race before bed beverages. Electrolyte water and N/A beer with a small amount of THC/CBD because I can never ever sleep post-ultra race. Both are from Go Brewing and both gluten free.

The next day I woke up early and drove 5.5 hours to Medford to yet another motel where I would crash for the night. Driving 5.5 hours after running 62 miles isn’t advised. It kind of hurts. I did stop for lunch in Eugene (yet again) for some Laughing Planet. 🙂

Monday morning in Medford I woke and visited with my friend Sally who lives there before getting on the road again and driving another 5.5 hours home.

Overall, it is a few days later and I am feeling great. My soreness has gone away (except for the calves – those darn rocks and stabilizer muscles). My ankle/foot was pretty bruised and swollen post race. Just a sprain though I think so nothing major but it will be back to the ankle strengthening exercises once again.

If you are still reading this, thank you! I write these for myself to look back on. Someday maybe my kids will read all these race reports. 😉

I do recommend this race as a destination race because the trails and views are so amazing. Also, Cascade Locks is just an adorable place to visit with a lot of history. If you are looking for a fast 100k, this could be it if you are an elite runner but it also might not be if you are not because of all the cross traffic and technical sections.

I would consider this race again someday. The driving and time away from home was a lot but my family survived. The kids are older now. I do think they would absolutely love to visit Cascade Locks. We loved Mt. Hood and that’s not too far from Cascade Locks (about 20 miles).

There is nothing about Oregon that ever disappoints. I love running there.

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma

Race Details:

Shoes – Topo Athletic Mountain Racers (no blisters and no slippage!)

Fuel – Neversecond Berry gels (occasionally Fruit Punch flavor from the aid-stations).

Water & some Tailwind (mostly in the first half)

Socks – Injinji toe socks (no blisters!)

Watch – Garmin

July 29, 2024July 29, 2024

MT HOOD 50k (Race Report)

This race was a bucket list race for me. A few years ago, I saw some photos and I already love running and racing in Oregon, so I decided this was the year and in typical Pam fashion, I made it a family vacation too. 🙂

My family has been going to Oregon for years. We love it but it has been over 3 years since we’ve been back. This year, we planned on making the most out of our Oregon time.

We started in Medford visiting with dear friends who moved there a few years ago. This was an emotional stop as one my friends was in hospice and even though we did not get a chance to physically say goodbye to her, we spent over 2 hours with her partner and our other friend chatting and reminiscing. I like to think that our friend felt we were there and wanted us to remember her in the vibrant full of life state she lived her entire life. I am so happy we made this stop on our trip.

After Medford, we hit up Ashland for a night. Vans rode and we had dinner. We woke early and headed towards Mt. Hood by way of Salem. We’ve never been in Salem and we stopped at a 100% vegan restaurant that was absolutely insane and so delicious with some of the nicest staff ever. When in Salem, please visit Venti’s Cafe.

After lunch we continued on our way making it to our hotel in Government Camp. The hotel was just 20 ish minutes from the race start which was perfect.

The race has multiple distances with the 50 miler on Saturday and the 50k and 25k on Sunday. So race morning I woke up early, got ready and had Vans drive me to the start.

The race was not super large but it is in an area that has very limited or no cell service so I definitely recommend fully reading the pre race emails . 😉

Vans dropped me off, gave me a kiss good luck and was off headed back to the hotel to squeeze in one last mountain bike ride through the epic trails that surround Mt. Hood.

The race directors had coffee for us and other odds and ends. The bathroom line was not too long and the pre race speech was fun. Lots of runners were doing their first ever ultra distance which was super cool. One of the race directors mentioned “you’re awesome cones!” She joked that the course was so well marked, particularly with these cones that she nicknames the “you’re awesome cones” so that as you run by them, at some point in the race, you will remember that and smile. She was right. 🙂

I will say right now, this was THE most well marked course I have ever run. I have no idea how they placed these cones and ribbons in all the spots that they did, but I never once doubted the course and I often (and I mean every race) have an “oh crap” moment where I need, what I affectionately call an, “oh shit” cone. 🙂

This race does not have extreme elevation which was a nice change compared to some of the more recent races I’ve run lately. The trails were extremely runnable. There were some sections with roots and rocks, but over all, it was smooth sailing.

I was smiling the entire time. However, a day or two before the race, I started coming down with a cough so my breathing was a little off during the race but not enough that I was coughing or hacking during the race at all. Oddly, by Saturday the cough sort of disappeared.

It should be mentioned that you do not actually run ON Mt. Hood or around Mt. Hood (the actual mountain). We did as a family, do some hikes the day before in that area but for this race, you run trails that give you an amazing glimpse of this beautiful mountain.

This little tidbit, is something to keep in mind because while you are trying to get a glimpse of this majestic mountain, you also better watch your footing. hahaha

Once you hit mile 15 or so, the race profile is very much downhill for a long section and I flew. After that however, the temps got a little bit warm (never hot like Sacramento hot) but warm enough that I needed to dunk a bandana and make sure that I was hydrating well.

I kept wishing that a lake would appear! Ironically, one DID appear during final 2 miles of the race. Timothy Lake with Mt. Hood just appeared and while I wanted to stop and dunk myself fully, I knew that was so close to the finish and I had some race goals I wanted to accomplish.

Originally when I signed up for this race, I wanted to place within my age group. I was just feeling like I wanted a decently hard goal for myself and then I could enjoy the rest of my vacation. hahaha The breathing and coughing the day before adding in all the travel days leading up the race, I knew at the start line that goal might be hard to achieve.

I was watching my watch the entire time and I knew that if I didn’t stop and kept moving, that I could finish in sub 6 hours. I’ve never run a sub 6 50k before so that quickly became my goal.

I tried my hardest to keep running and pushing myself. As I crossed the finish line I heard Vans cheering but didn’t see the girls. As it turns out, they didn’t think I’d finish anytime soon so they were in the restroom! hahahhahaha

They more than made up for it with a big sweaty hug.

The post race festivities are fun. They have a BBQ and beer (and vegan options) for runners after the race. The race swag was pretty cool too!

We hung around for a bit after the race but I told the family about Timothy Lake knowing our car was packed (which included paddle boards) to drive to our next Oregon destination.

So we packed ourselves up and drove over to Timothy Lake so I could wade in and clean up my legs and have a mini “ice” bath post race too.

Chilling at the lake before we hit the road again.

This was one of the coolest and most beautiful races I have run. I would definitely do this race again. Besides the fact that it is in Oregon, a state my family loves, the surrounding Mt. Hood area is just full of things to explore. Vans would love to go back and mountain bike all over the place. The kids had a blast too.

Go Beyond Racing puts on a stellar event and I cannot recommend them enough!

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma

(and I did end up finishing sub 6 hour and 5th place in my age group 🙂 )

Nutrition – NeverSecond gels and C30 drink mix.

Shoes – Topo Athletic Mountain Racer 3s

Socks – Injinji

Watch – Garmin

I want to dedicate this race and this adventure to my friend Estelle Gray who passed away from cancer on July 26, 2024. Estelle aka the Princess was a force in my life. I met her in my 20s (she was in her 50s) and she convinced me to train for a half ironman. She trained with me, she taught me how to ride a bike safely on busy roads, change a flat tire and swim in open water. She was always finding adventure and excitement in life. She was a fighter for the underdogs. She adopted deaf and blind dogs and also became a Special Education teacher later in life and made such a difference to so many. She was also a world record champion. Thank you for all you taught me Estelle! I have no doubts you are still adventuring wherever you are.

April 30, 2024April 30, 2024

2024 CANYONS 100k (Race Report)

I first ran the Canyons 100k in 2017. It was my second ever 100k. You can read that race report here. Back then it was a whole different race in a way. Smaller but still crowded, still tough but way less hoopla and a different starting location and course. It had become a Western States qualifying race in 2016 so the fire was lit for many to run an awesome local race when there were not many local qualifiers in the immediate area.

I ran Canyons 100k again in 2019 (you can read that race report here). That year I came back from the dead but the course was “easier” in the sense that we did not have to deal with Devil’s Thumb, but it was still crowded with sections of two way traffic.

Then in 2023 I decided to run Canyons again. I registered for the race in the spring of 2022 before they partnered with UTMB and then in December of that year I broke my fibula snowboarding. There was no way I was toeing the line but luckily, they let me defer my entry to April of 2024. Then all the UTMB drama happened. I was not about to just hand over my entry fee or waste my chance at qualifying for Western States (again). I planned on running however, this was now a whole new race compared to my previous years.

In preparation for the race, I was surprised by the “lower” 12,295 of gain posted when in prior years, it was around 16,000+. The qualifying time for Western States was also 20 hours which seemed generous to me since 2017 and 2019 the qualifying cut off was 18 hours (with more elevation gain). I think because of all of this, I did not give this race, the respect it fully deserved. Don’t get me wrong, I trained and I ran and I prepared. I just was not nervous come race morning which is not like me. I usually have jitters the entire race week.

RACE START – CHINA WALL

One thing to note about this race is that they alternate the directions (or are supposed to) each year. This year it was starting at China Wall and finishing in Downtown Auburn. Next year, I believe it will start in Downtown Auburn and finish at China Wall. Last year (2023), due to the fires and trail conditions, it started and ended in Downtown Auburn.

The China Wall start, sucks. Plain and simple, it sucks. I woke up at 1:00 am, drank some coffee and got dressed and ready. Shawn picked me up at 2:00 am and we drove to the Auburn Overlook where we had to catch a bus (required – no way around it) that was driving all runners to the China Wall start. Fueling and prepping for this time of day just totally threw me off. Instead of eating my usual oatmeal at home, I ate a bar on the bus.

When us 586 100k runners arrived at China Wall, we were greeted with about 4 porta potties that had an incredibly long line. There were people still in line when the race started.

The race started at 5:00 am, in the dark. It had dumped rain the day before so the fire road we were starting on was wet and muddy and it was just crowded. Very crowded with people trying to jump over puddles, slipping in the mud and trying to just get comfortable.

I immediately noticed that the headlamp that I had charged seemed dim and I was struggling to see the trail/road in front of me. I turned my hat backwards hoping that would help, and it didn’t. Even Shawn mentioned that my headlamp was looking like it was dying.

My watched buzzed when we reached mile 2 and I immediately stepped on something I could not see and rolled my left ankle so hard that I slammed to the ground. My hat and headlamp went flying off me and I had yelled in pain. Not wanting to be trampled, I jumped up as quick as I could. Shawn was near me and asked if I was okay. My ankle was throbbing and I was basically limp running. In my head I just kept telling myself to keep moving. This has happened in a training run and it eventually works itself out. I didn’t want to stop but the pain was pretty terrible. I could not keep up with Shawn and I let him go but tried to keep the back of his head in my sights.

My right knee felt like it was covered in mud, it just felt wet and cold. When we eventually turned and started to climb, I used my right hand to try and wipe the mud off but when I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood. I had apparently banged my right knee too when I fell and blood was just pouring down my shin. I grabbed a tissue and tried to clean my hand off. There really wasn’t anywhere on the trail that I could pull off and stop. It was conga line after conga line the entire first 10 miles. Also, my stomach had finally “woken up” and needed a place to stop but unfortunately, there is no where to duck off the trail easily so I just stuck it out knowing there would be a bathroom at the first aid-station.

DEADWOOD 1 (Mile 10.1)

The minute I arrived to the top of Deadwood two volunteers there declared, “Oh my god, your knee! Are you okay?” That was the first time Shawn even noticed my knee and he looked concerned. I told the volunteers that I was fine and that I just needed the porta potties … which consisted of two and also had an incredibly long line of runners waiting to use them. Frustrated that I was wasting too much time, I ducked off into the woods to take care of business.

When I came back to the aid-station, Shawn insisted that someone clean out my knee. So we stopped and I asked what I thought was a medic to clean out my knee.

Bless his heart, he took forever to find what he needed and to put on his gloves and then declared that he was just going to clean off the dripping part on my shin because he was too afraid to rub the wound as it looked to have finally stopped bleeding (because it had mud in it – when I stopped in the woods a few minutes earlier, my knee hit the ground and was caked in mud).

While I was grateful that I looked a little better, I was not feeling all that great. My left ankle was still pretty darn sore but my right quad was really starting to ache. I wondered if maybe I had hit it on a rock when I fell but more likely, my compensating for the left ankle pain put a lot (and I mean a lot) of stress on my right quad. We were at mile 10 and my right quad felt like it was fried.

We left the aid-station together and headed towards Devil’s Thumb.

Devils Thumb 1 (Mile 12)

Now I have done the Devil’s Thumb Canyons “thing” back in 2017. In 2019, they removed the Devil’s Thumb section because of trail conditions (fire I think). In 2017, I absolutely hated this part. I love Devil’s Thumb. It is a historic part of the Western States trail (with 36 switch backs) but for this race, like in 2017, you had to run down to Swinging Bridge (Mile 13.5) , get your bib marked by a volunteer and immediately turn around and hike back up. The problem with this is that there is two way traffic on a very very narrow trail.

In 2017 it was at least dry, so while frustrating to stop and let runners up, you at least did not have to worry about slipping and sliding. At one point while going down, I slipped so bad that I almost went over the edge of the cliff! The guy behind me was like, “Holy cow! That was close! Are you okay? You almost beat us all down there.”

The runners hiking back up were a mix of good mood cheering for you runners and some that were so angry that they shouldered you hard as you passed causing you to lose balance. Just not fun.

The climb out, I was toast. I had very little energy, my quad was killing me and I had been passed by quite a few runners.

Devils Thumb 2 (Mile 15.1)

When I reached the top of Devil’s Thumb I was greeted by Shawn who had waited for me at the top. I felt awful, like I was slowing him down so much.

At the top of Devil’s Thumb was a water only aid-station but I just needed a breather and as luck would have it, I was greeted by Jack Meyer! It was nice to see such a smiling happy and familiar face.

After a quick stop, Shawn and I started running again. I had never been on the trails they had us running that routed us back to Deadwood, it was very pretty but as luck would have it, my stomach was still off and I had to find yet another place to stop.

Deadwood 2 (Mile 18.3)

As we came into Deadwood 2, I headed to the aid-station to see if there was anything that would turn my energy around. It was too early to start drinking Coke but I was desperate. My stomach was off and I could not eat or drink the fuel I had on me without having to stop.

As we left Deadwood 2 and were about to bomb the nice downhill that I normally love, I overhead the volunteer tell one of the runners coming into the aid-station to be mindful of the cut off time.

Shawn and I ran most of the downhill trails that lead to El Dorado Creek. This is a section that I have loved in the past but my quad and my ankle (not to mention my stomach) were making it difficult to run smoothly. I ran but I am sure I looked pretty funny.

Michigan Bluff (Mile 24.0)

The climb up to Michigan Bluff was as brutal as Devil’s but luckily not as steep. It was also super duper warm out. I was slowing Shawn down.

Michigan Bluff was the first crew accessible location but I had told Vans that I didn’t need him there because it would just be easier for him to meet me at Foresthill which was the next aid-station.

I do kind of regret that now, had he been there, I could have fueled up on the stuff he had with him which would have helped a ton.

While Shawn was getting help from Courtney and Cody, I just sat down and wiped my face with an ice cold cloth that Courtney had given me (omg, amazing).

I needed a restroom yet again but they said they didn’t think the aid-station had any which I thought was odd because when I had checked that morning, I knew every aid-station had them (or most did).

Finally, someone who overheard me came over to tell me there were restrooms on the other side of the aid-station. I was kicking myself for wasting time and not going to see for myself because when I found them, there was of course, a line.

I heard my name and I got a nice wave and a “Hi Pam!” from Christine who was working the aid-station. I wanted to go back and say hello but the dang line at the porta potties was going to take a while.

More time wasted then I wanted and Shawn waited for me but informed me that we needed to motor so as not to get too close to the Foresthill cutoff. I didn’t think we were that close but watching the clock was the last thing on my mind.

The descent down into Volcano Canyon I knew would be brutal but I also know that we had an opportunity to get wet and cool off and that truly felt amazing in that heat. I wish I had tucked some ice in my sports bra back at Michigan Bluff but I had waves of being hot and being cold at various times so it wasn’t on my brain to do that.

The climb out Bath Road was its usual brutal self but on pavement I could at least power hike with purpose and not have my quad feel so weak.

In my head, I just wanted to get to the next aid-station and see Vans and also know that I was almost half way done with the race.

Foresthill (Mile 30.0)

Upon entering Foresthill, we immediately saw Vans with his phone. I didn’t think to text him to hook up with Courtney wherever she was situated. I thought they may have prearranged that. I was wrong.

I saw the Peanut. She was waving me over but we had to enter the aid-station and exit from two different points and where they were situated would have had me back tracking so I called over the fence/barricade for them to find Courtney down the road who had a nice shady spot.

I was SO happy to see Vans and the Peanut and to have my fuel that I told them to bring. I wanted to eat something, anything, other than what I had on me at that point.

I immediately had a Pellegrino Limonata which was a last minute toss in my cart at the grocery store purchase but man oh man, did that stuff hit the spot. One can has 110 calories to it and about 31 grams of carbs and is carbonated. It was SO refreshing in the heat! I also took a Tums too in order to settle my stomach but when I went to chew it, my tooth just screamed in pain. Ugh, what else could possible go wrong?!

Shawn ducked down the road to use the bathroom so I had to go and find him and finish this thing. 30 hellish miles down.

This next section was pretty fun but also pretty hot. There was no Cal 1 aid-station this year as was in years past which is a bummer. Would have been nice.

It was 8.2 miles to the next aid-station but it was about here, that we noticed the mileage was really starting not to match up with what was on our watches.

Eventually you do dip into shaded trails and a nice smooth single track.

Cal 2 (Mile 38.2)

This aid-station had a lot going on. There were a LOT of people sitting and looking not so great. The mosquitos were vicious. I was literally attacked the minute I stepped under the aid-station tent. Three bites right on my face in seconds! It was crazy.

I quickly ducked out after grabbing some food. A volunteer kept wanting to stick ice down my shirt or in my hat but I kept saying no thank you. I was actually quite cold at that aid-station.

Shawn and I left Cal 2 and the carnage that was there. We knew that at the next aid-station we’d see Courtney and Vans again but it was almost 10 miles away.

Vans and Peanut enjoying the views between aid-stations

The trails from Cal 2 to Drivers I know pretty well from previous Canyons races and from running Ruck-a-Chuck 50k a few times. There is one or two steep climbs here. Again, I had to stop and duck off the trail. Shawn waited. Darn stomach.

We did run into a runner who told us that it was called “4 minute hill” because the elites at Western States can run it in 4 minutes … yet the lady behind him said she calls it “7 minute hill” because it takes her 7 minutes.

I think it took me 10 minutes.

The fire road leading toward Driver’s Flat is a mental one for me. I always think it is shorter than it is. It DID however, have a park restroom vs a porta potty which was a gift from heaven and thus, I stopped yet again. Pretty sure anything I fueled with was immediately removed.

Drivers Flat (Mile 47.5)

This aid-station was not where I pictured it in my head. Like previous Canyons, I thought it was down by the water but that’s called Rucky Chucky (or was in past races). Shawn told me that the actual aid-station was at the top of huge hill and was the Driver’s Flat staging area where Ruck-a-Chuck 50k used to start and finish. I remembered that climb, it was not fun, it never seemed to end.

When we finally reached the top, seeing everyone there was a site for sore eyes. I was thrilled to see Vans and the Peanut again but also sad as this was the last crew stop before the finish. I was however a little excited as I had never been on the trails that led us to the next aid-station before so I was excited for the unknown.

Again, I drank another Limonata which gave me a rush of carbs, calories and sugar! I used the massage gun on my quad which hurt like hell and I ate my sandwich that I made as another last minute “why not” the day before. This was a lot of food, probably more food than I have had all day!

My girl lugging all my gear out of Driver’s Flat

The Foresthill Divide trails and the trails surrounding Driver’s Flat were absolutely gorgeous. The sun was slowly setting too so that really made everything look so pretty. I would really like to run out there again and explore more it was that pretty.

What wasn’t pretty was the runner puking on the side of the trail. Poor guy. We encouraged him along and eventually came back to life and caught up to us and we chatted for a bit. He was from Squamish.

It quickly got dark and luckily I had tossed my lame headlamp from the start at Foresthill and replaced with two mini lights that I use for emergencies. I totally did not plan lighting well for this race at all which is hilarious because having just run Rio 100 in November, that race is almost entirely in the dark and I had it dialed in.

I pulled out one of my mini lights hoping to save the other one as I knew this one would not last until the finish. Spoiler, it didn’t.

The next aid-station was Mammoth Bar which is an area I know well but had never actually been to the spot where the aid-station was located. The other sucky news was it was almost 8 miles away but we were ready to get this done.

Mammoth Bar (Mile 55.5)

This aid-station was happening. Lights and super energized volunteers. Kids yelling in the dark. It was definitely a welcome stop. So were the porta potties that they had (I believe this was like stop #6 for me now, I lost track). I believe it was here that we were encouraged to have some veggie broth. I tried to nibble on whatever I could find and sipped the broth but it wasn’t helping my stomach much.

We overheard a volunteer saying that this race was actually 64 miles, not a typical 100k at 62.1 (great to hear) and that we had a “700 foot climb out of the aid-station.”

I don’t know what that guy was smoking but to us, that climb was like 7,000 feet. We almost got lost leaving the aid-station trying to find the climb. One runner went off course and we tried to call him back as we saw the sign at the very last minute. For the most part, the race was incredibly well marked with signs for wrong way and and signs for critical turns. This was the only spot I would say they could have done better. The runners who went off course were not happy but at least they figured it out quick enough.

I run in this area a lot but I have not been on these particular trails. That 700 foot climb was hands on knees, bent over steep. Both of us felt like puking at various times it was that steep. Then we started seeing the puke of other runners who I guess felt the same way we did.

Finally we made it to the Short Cut Trail which I am familiar with which leads us to the Confluence Trail which again, I am familiar with but was semi dreading running in the dark. It has some rocks and stuff that can easily trip any runner let alone running it at night in the dark (after switching out yet again my head lights).

Confluence (59.1)

This aid-station was a joy to get to because we knew it was the last one before the finish. We had 4 miles to finish this thing. While we had missed our goal of wanting to finish in the day light (Shawn’s goal), we were totally fine time wise to get our Western States qualifier which was good because neither one of us was running much at this point.

Shawn was being plagued by something in his feet and ankles and was awful quiet. I apologize for slowing him down but he said he’s not sure where he’d be if he had kept running so fast based on how he was feeling now.

This was definitely an odd moment because 99% of the time, when one of us is down, the other is on a high and we can encourage and motivate each other enough to run walk run walk. For the first time in I think forever, we were both on a semi negative wave. Neither one of us was ever contemplating quitting but we both agreed this race will not be in our near future again. 🙂

Of course once we neared No Hands Bridge, the course had us routed around the bridge bordering highway 49 instead of just simply running over the bridge. That would have been a lot easier on the legs but I guess logistically there was less highway patrol needed the way we went. I will give kudos to the highway patrol out there. They had it dialed in for us runners to safely cross the highway twice.

To Downtown Auburn (Finish – Mile 64)

From No Hands to Robie Point is familiar terrain for almost every local runner. It can be easy or it can be a huge pain in the butt. After 60 something miles, it was a pain but I felt like since we ran Rattlesnake Dick 50k in March, the trails had been smoothed out and were flat. Even the quagmire spot had been smoothed out despite 100 mile racers, 100k racers, 50k and 25k racers all traipsing through it. It was pretty easy to get across mud wise.

When we reached the top of Robie Point, we only had pavement to go. In my head I was happy for the pavement, less rocks to trip over and stuff but dang, pavement hurts.

We power hiked and talked the entire time. Our spirits were lifting because we were finishing this thing.

The closer we got to downtown, the more we tried to run and then realized we were not as close as we thought. Then finally, we saw the cones and the turn and we ran.

Shawn wanted to sprint, I told him “I don’t think I have it in me to sprint,” but then I tried to sneak attack by him at the very end but he caught me. We finished!!!! 18 hours and 26 minutes. Longest Canyons ever for us.

While the race boasted “only” 12,295 feet of climbing it had 16,381 feet of descending which completely blew out my legs. It was the downhills and the inability to run them because of my ankle, my quad and my stomach, a trifecta of problems that plagued me the whole entire race.

So happy we finished. I am happy that we both persevered through all the adversity thrown our way (or really just my adversity haha).

As I was telling my coach post race, this was my 29th ultra distance race and 28 of them have been pretty awesome. Of course I had issues in other races (stomach, falls, aches and pains) but in all those other races, I was able to turn it around and run. This was the first and only race I can honestly say, was a struggle from start to finish but in finishing, I have found new strength. I’ve been “lucky” through the years and this time, lady luck was no where to be found. I had to do it on my own. I am proud of that (though I much prefer not having to go through it again). 🙂

To top things off, having Vans and the Peanut as my crew, was great. This was their very first time every doing something like this and it was a race that I was struggling in. That had to be hard to watch I am sure. They brought me back to life and knowing I would see them really kept me going a lot of the time.

I am so grateful to them for spending their entire day running around Foresthill seeing broken down beat up runners and saving me time and time again.

We got our Western States qualifier so mission accomplished there but I will be working on figuring out what made my stomach so unhappy the entire race.

I was on antibiotics weeks ago for a spider bite so maybe that messed up my gut flora so terribly that I did not recover? Maybe it was something that I ate in the days leading up to race? Or maybe my level of electrolytes going into the race? Perhaps it is part of perimenopause because honestly, no one knows enough about it to pin point some of things us women go through when we are dealing with it. I will figure it out.

Enjoying a bit of a break for now though. Thanks for reading this monstrosity of a race report. 🙂

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma

Shoes: TopoAthletic Ultraventure 3

Pack: Camelbak

Shorts/Shirt: Oiselle

Socks: Injinji

Fuel: PELLIGRINO LIMONATA!!!!!!

November 12, 2023November 13, 2023

RIO DEL LAGO 100 Mile Endurance Run (Race Report)

“I think we missed some ribbons. We are off course.” Not what you want to hear at mile 66 of a 100 mile race as it is starting to drizzle but the only thing you can do, is turn around and keep moving.

RIO DEL LAGO

First, we have to start at the beginning and the beginning of this adventure really began in December of 2022 when I broke my fibula snowboarding and had to miss out on running Canyons 100k, which was to be my 2024 Western States qualifier.

With the new Western States rules, I could just save the tickets I already have and qualified again next year but I really wanted to qualify this year, for personal reasons.

Having only just started really running again in May, it was a lofty goal to run a 100 mile race by November. I was not even sure it was possible, so much so, that I did not even register for Rio, until a month before the race. Then three weeks later, I injured my ankle so badly that running was not even possible the week before the race.

I even tried cryotherapy! I had never done that before but I figured out quickly that localized cryo, made the ankle feel better. So with that, I continued prepping all week for the race as planned. I was getting to that start line no matter what.

When Friday packet pick up came, I was feeling ok. The ankle mobility was much better than it had been. I still lacked a lot of dorsiflexion, but overall, I could finally walk without a lot of pain.

While at packet pick up, Shawn and I chatted with Kirk from Fleet Feet. This was going to be Shawn’s first 100 mile race and he is 100% a data man. He likes to plan and he was trying to figure out what the first 21 miles would look like for us. We had agreed to run together for the entire race. Shawn already had his qualifier, but he wanted to run a 100 mile race and I just needed to finish to get my qualifier so we made a plan to get each other through it.

Needing answers, Shawn asked Kirk how long that first loop should take us. I was adamant on the ride over with Shawn that we needed to take that first loop cautiously. I have had numerous friends tell me not to take it too fast and risk blowing up later in the race.

Kirk told Shawn, “You want to be able to run the first 20 the way you plan to run the last 20, slow and steady. I would run the first loop in no less than four hours.” That seemed to appease Shawn.

My pre race breakfast and a note from Vans. 🙂

I woke up at 2:50 am without even needing my alarm. I had a weird dream that startled me awake and I just stayed awake. Michele, my one and only crew person was going to be at my house to take me the start at 4 am, the race started at 5 am.

Shawn and I at the start! Let’s do this!

Shawn and I both were excited and a bit nervous to watch the day unfold. When the gun went off, we started in the dark and settled into a nice steady run.

Most of the first 21 miles are on pavement. You start at Beal’s Point and run all the way down to Hazel Bridge via the Johnny Cash Trail. Around mile 5 we arrived in Folsom near the Rainbow Bridge. We run under the bridge to the bike trail section on the other side. This tiny bit of an embankment set my ankle on fire all of a sudden.

Excruciating pain radiated throughout my leg. I was hobbling. Once I got into a rhythm, the pain would ease until I hit another uphill or stopped to walk. Stopping and starting was unbearable. I kept it all to myself but it was obvious I was limping. I always carry some Advil in my pack but I didn’t want to take it 5 miles into a 100 mile race, that just seemed too soon.

The sun was finally starting to rise and we ended up right at the perfect spot for it. The sunrise from the Hazel bluff trails is always stunning.

We both were in good spirits and chatting the whole way. I was keeping the ankle talk as minimal as possible. I could not go there yet in my brain but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to do 100 miles if my ankle stayed like this. I promised myself that when I got to the crew at mile 21, I would take an Advil. I had no choice.

When we finally made it back to Beal’s (mile 21 at about 4 hours and 1 minute) I was thrilled as Vans and the girls were all there with our crew.

I was so excited to see them all! Vans had even told some of his friends who biked over to see me. Such an incredible boost.

Just as I had promised myself, I took two Advil here and put some topical cream on my ankle to try and ease the pain. Things were not great.

Shawn and I left the Beal’s aid-station with me hobbling up to the levee. I made another promise with myself and that was to give myself an hour to see how much the Advil helped. It is never good to take Advil for an entire race but if that’s what it took for the ankle pain to subside, I’d do it.

After about 45 minutes, the pain in my ankle went from a 9 on the pain scale to about a 5. A 5 I figured I could manage.

Then something crazy happened. Somewhere, shortly before mile 35, I rolled my ankle pretty bad on a downhill. I immediately thought to myself, “Crap! That can’t be good.” Instead of terrible pain however, I felt a huge relief! It is like whatever was impinging my ankle from flexing, had been moved when I rolled it! I was all of a sudden 100% pain free and I remained pain free for the entire race! It was a miracle but one I kept to myself. I did not share it with anyone until after the race. I did not want to risk jinxing myself.

Shawn and I came into Rattlesnake aid-station (mile 35.75) in pretty good spirits. We both felt that we’d been fueling fairly well even perhaps a little more than what we had planned on. When at the aid-stations with my crew, I would eat solid food but between aid-stations out on the trail, I used my Tailwind and Spring Energy which seemed to be working.

When we left Rattlesnake, we knew we were really approaching the “fun” part of the race. We were officially headed to Auburn! The Overlook we knew would be a huge aid-station and a major stopping point for us as we’d need to change and grab headlamps to go into the night. We could not wait to get there.

The climb to the Overlook however is never fun. It is a 3 mile solid climb up but we filled the time and miles just chatting away and we ran any little flat parts we came across.

Michele and I at the Overlook Mile 44.93

I was feeling pretty good. I had waves of good energy and waves of fatigue. My fueling would get a little off each time I would stop at an aid-station with crew and eat solid food. Then when we’d start running again, I wasn’t hungry but also had energy so I would run but not refuel while running and put myself into a deficit I think. Something to work on.

Shawn had his own battles but I think was feeling pretty good when we got to the Overlook.

I quickly changed out of my tank top and into a t-shirt. I grabbed my night time headlamp and toyed with taking a jacket. It was just so warm and the night before was warm too. In the end, I left without the jacket and decided that was a good call.

We made our way from the Overlook down the 4 miles to No Hands Bridge. While at No Hands, I heard one of the volunteers talking and recognized her voice and face as Melissa Johnson. She encouraged us to try the veggie broth which was absolutely amazing! It was the perfect amount of saltiness. I also really appreciated the racing having veggie broth over chicken broth.

Melissa wished us luck and told us she’d see us on the return much MUCH later. We were headed towards Quarry and Cool next.

While Quarry Road is one of my least favorite places to run, it does lend itself to some nice views of the river. Shawn and I took the gravel road easy. Running and walking until we entered the single track and by then, it was dark.

The distance from the No Hands aid-station to the next aid-station (ALT) was over 10 miles and it was over 20 miles before we would see our crew again. I would say (for me) this was probably the hardest section overall.

Although you would not have known it by the way Shawn and I were motoring some of the runnable sections. Shawn took the lead and we were passing some runners. I was starting to fade and feel a little fatigued when I think Shawn was hitting his second wind. I was able to keep up but I think it drained me a little more than I care for and the ALT aid-station (mile 59.35) seemed a million miles away.

When we finally reached the aid-station our watches had the distance at over 60 miles. I quickly had some broth and it felt good to refill my pack. I was feeling better. This aid-station also had a lot of carnage and negativity with exhausted runners talking to the amazing volunteers about dropping. I wanted out of there quickly.

Shawn and I took off down the trail not eagerly awaiting the infamous Goat Hill but excited to know that we were headed to Cool where we would see our crew.

Goat Hill was rough. My quads were pretty tired. I determined that the early miles (5-35) in an effort to not use my bad ankle, I had been running up hills using mostly my quads instead of hamstrings so my quads felt shot. I was still unsure if the ankle pain would return so even going up Goat Hill, I wasn’t climbing the way I normally would.

Throughout this section it was sprinkling a little, although never a full on rain and not cold at all. The trail however was just so rocky and with loose rocks which Shawn and I kept finding ourselves kicking over and over. The tips of my toes felt mutilated on any rocky downhill.

We were pretty quiet for a while trying to navigate down hill sections. The last thing I wanted to do was fall. His feet were bugging him too so we both were just focused on our headlights shining on the ground so as not to kick anymore rocks.

We broke ultra runner rule #1 – keeping your head down. After running downhill for a good stretch, at mile 66-ish we realized we had missed some ribbons and essentially a big turn. We had run about a half mile off course, downhill. We had to turn around and go back uphill to find where we had gone wrong.

No one wants to get lost. Shawn felt awful but I refused to let him think that this was his fault. We are two people each with our own set of eyes. We just both had been looking down and consequently missed our lights shining on the reflective ribbons.

In my mind, there was nothing else to do but turn around, forget about it and get ourselves back on track.

Getting ourselves to Cool and seeing our crew was all we wanted and needed at this point. It was past midnight.

Our crew had a nice little set up. Vans was there too which was a huge boost for me. He’s never done the middle of the night crewing aid-station thing. I was excited for him to experience it.

It was here I decided to ditch my hydration bladder. I had been having back spasms and pain almost all day. My pack is normally pretty heavy and I train with a heavy pack but for whatever reason, it was killing me this time. I also stopped drinking my Tailwind here. I had Michele removed my Tailwind flasks and replace them with a flask of all water and a small bottle of Coke. I never drink soda except for late miles of a race. I needed the liquid calories and the caffeine.

As we were leaving Cool, in my head I was thinking that all the long stretches were done. No Hands Bridge was the next aid-station and was only 3.61 miles away!

We got to No Hands and true to her word, Melissa Johnson was there and so was Miss P! I had paced Miss P at this very race in 2017. Their smiling and welcoming faces were a beacon!

As we were crossing No Hands Bridge, making our way back to the Overlook, Shawn started doing some math. He was figuring that if we kept our pace at 20 minute miles (walking – as we were both walking a lot the last few stretches), that we might not finish in time. We went from having a cushion to not much of a cushion.

Shawn texted the crew and did more math, daylight savings was also not helping our cause (the race does not abide by day light savings so we had to keep that factor in mind the whole time).

Finally, he came to the conclusion that we’d have an hour buffer … or, we’ll be the Golden Hour finishers.

When it comes to ultra running and 100 mile races, I don’t like “an hour” as a buffer. So many things can go wrong. We could get lost again. One of us could fall or start having digestive issues. Internally, I was not settling for an hour.

When we got to the Overlook (mile 76.84) and saw our crew, Shawn used the restroom. I told Michele about our hour buffer and that I would prefer if we could keep him from hanging out in the aid-stations now for too long. Shawn admittedly loves to hang out with the crew who has devoted so much time to us whereas I am the opposite typically but I was taking the time this race more so than I had at my last 100.

However, now we needed to make up some time. I didn’t want to finish in 29 hours or 29 hours and 59 minutes. Our original goal had been 27 hours and that was out the window. I was happy just to finish, but I wanted to finish strong and running, not walking. Shawn I think (I don’t want to speak for him) was in the pain cave at this moment and not a fan of my wanting to move it and not a fan of me not wanting to finish in 29 hours. I think I had even said to him, “You won’t be happy with that later.” LOL

Shawn and I agreed to run part of the paved section down to the river. That quickly went out the window after a few yards. The quads were not having the pounding. It didn’t help that a whole group of runners ran by us or that we made yet another wrong turn, but luckily we only made it two steps before some other runners told us they’d also gone the wrong way and to turn around.

For the first time ever in my life, I was actually falling asleep while running down hill. I think my body relaxed enough because it was pavement and I didn’t have to focus that I would literally drift off for a few second at a time as I was walking.

Once we hit the river single track, I was in the lead and I was on a mission. My second wind had kicked in and I ran every downhill bit of trail we came across. I could feel the daggers in the back of my head from Shawn but he was quiet and he was still behind me. I knew he’d hate me now, but would appreciate it later … maybe much later, but I knew he could dig himself out of that hole and find his second wind.

We passed a ton of runners on our way to the Rattlesnake aid-station (mile 86.02). This was our last spot to see the crew before the finish. We also knew that the trails that lay ahead were a bit of a pain with a lot of smaller ups and downs, rocks, and steps. Again, not the most runnable of sections but one we’ve trained on many times.

It was less than 3 miles to the next aid-station (Horseshoe bar) and this was the aid-station I have volunteered at for the 4 years I think. It had changed crew hands this year so I was bummed knowing that I wouldn’t see Monica and Eric there but I knew there was a porta potty and that was what I needed. While I used that, Shawn sat (uh oh). He said he napped like 5 seconds while I was in there but I think that’s what he needed too.

After we left Horseshoe, Shawn came back to life and just in time too. We had 7 miles to the last and final aid-station before the finish and my burst of energy, was finally starting to wane just a little.

Granite Beach aid-station literally took forever to arrive but I passed the time by pointing out my silly landmarks to Shawn (Meat Grinder, Stripper Pole and Yoga Rock). The aid-station was a virtual ghost town minus the volunteers. Shawn and I both stopped briefly and then we were on our way, excited to be headed to the finish. We were going to do this!

Normally the gravel road back to Beals seems like it lasts forever but I think I trained well enough on that section recently that we were able to run all the downs which made it pass so much quicker and before we knew it, we found ourselves on the levees headed to the finish!

I texted Michele and Vans that we were on the first levee and would be getting there soon. We walked and ran but made the agreement that we’d run that final levee and into the finish.

When we finally got to the last levee, I could see Vans and my girls with a cowbell cheering for us!

My face!! I was hooping and hollering NOT crying. LOL

No one I would rather have done this with!

We did it! Shawn has his 100 mile buckle and I have my Western States qualifier and a second hundred under my belt after having had a bone fracture earlier in the year.

Best crew and friend! We did it Michele!

This adventure will go down as one of my most memorable. Oddly, I finished in almost the same amount of time it took me to run Pine 2 Palm in 2019 which had way more elevation but this time, I was able to run with Shawn from mile 1 to mile 101! 🙂 LOL!! We’re in that special 101 club now. 😉

We learned a lot about each other and I think we can both agree, we each have strengths and weaknesses when it comes to running 100 miles, but we even each other out. Yin and Yang. Shawn is an incredible runner and a fantastic training partner and I am so happy to have been a part of his first 100 mile journey the way he was for mine.

Trail friends make some of the best friends. Now, we are both enjoying some down time looking forward to lottery day with fingers crossed that we both get called.

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma

Gear Used:

Shoes: Topoathletic Ultraventure 3 (one pair the whole race)

Socks: Injini (one pair the whole race)

Watch: Garmin

Pack: Salomon

Fuel: Tailwind and Spring Energy

Extra Photos 🙂

August 22, 2023August 22, 2023

Marlette Lake 50k

I signed up for this race in February with a cast on my leg and crutches at my side because I wanted a goal, I needed a goal that would challenge me and this race did not disappoint.

In hindsight, I probably should have navigated my race week a little better but in all honesty, I would not change a thing.

A few days prior to race day I went with our basketball team (12 year olds) to a water obstacle course for some team building and bonding.

While incredibly fun, it did leave my upper body sore and my lower body a weee bit fatigued although I am beyond proud that I was able to do the entire course and was more than likely the oldest person out there. 🙂

The day before the race, we had four basketball games back to back to back to back (2 teams 2 games each). When the basketball games were over, we drove home, I ate and then literally hopped in the car and drove two hours to Tahoe.

I was pretty tired when I got to my hotel room and unpacked. I ate some more and tried to (re)hydrate myself as best as I could but my body just felt super heavy.

Despite feeling utterly exhausted, I did not sleep well at all. When I woke the next morning I believe my Garmin actually said I had had terrible sleep and was well below a racing fitness level.

Morning came too quickly and I headed to Spooner Lake where the race starts and ends.

I love Big Blue Adventure races because everything is so organized. I arrived, got my bib and shirt and then had plenty of time to use the restrooms before the race started.

The race starts right next to the lake. There is a 50k and a 10 miler and the 50k started about 10 minutes before the 10 mile race did.

No frills, no bells and whistles when it comes to starting this race. It was “ready, set, go!” and we were off. The trail is wide enough at the start that you can adjust your position. I found myself some what near the back of the pack and that was totally okay.

The race start is at an elevation of ~6956 (maxes at ~8974) and I had spent the weekend prior at a soccer tournament that was pretty much at sea level. Again, not the wisest of choices but still would not miss my kid’s games for anything.

I also knew that no matter what, the first seven miles of this race was going to be tough as it was an uphill climb. I wasn’t wrong.

The elevation hit my lungs immediately and my legs felt absolutely trashed within the first two miles. This sent my mind in a little bit of a spiral at first but I just adjusted my breathing and focused instead on power hiking.

I let people pass and tried not to worry about it remembering that my goal was just to finish and enjoy the day and to just love racing again!

The course is absolutely breath taking both literally and figuratively. 🙂 I have paced a friend to her TRT 100 finish a few years ago and this seemed like the same route I ran with her but in reverse.

It was hot. To put it into perspective, I was in a tank top as it was 60 degrees at 6 am … in Tahoe! That’s hot! The race started at 7:30 and I swear it was even warmer by then. I was drenched as soon as I started running. The early miles are pretty much the the only tree coverage you get, after that, you pay the price on an exposed course but with the most spectacular views.

I tried desperately not to face plant while running as I was also trying to take in all the views and take photos.

At one point, we hit a spot that showcased both Marlette Lake and Lake Tahoe. It was incredible.

I was literally smiling the entire time even when I was struggling. It was impossible not to smile when you’re on top of the world.

The first aid-station came at around mile 7 or so and it was a sight for sore eyes. I didn’t really need anything but it was my mental hurdle. After that, the course was more rolling. The second aid-station, I asked for iced and filled my neck bandana which really made a difference.

At one vista, I stopped to take a photo and another runner offered to take my photo and vice versa.

Leaving the first aid-station – Carson City views ahead

It took quite some time for me to find (part of) my legs but I was able to move more consistently whether running or hiking after the first two aid-stations.

When we got somewhere near miles 19 and 20, I knew exactly where I was. The Tunnel Creek Aid-Station from TRT is a spot I have spent many hours cheering, crewing and spectating. The aid-station for this race was pretty near this but after mile 20, the rest of the course was entirely new terrain for me and hands down my most favorite part of the course.

The trail sign said Marlette Lake Trail but I know it more as the Flume Trail from my husband who bikes on this section. Bikes were definitely a presence in the mid miles but every single biker that I ran into was polite, encouraging and most stopped to let me by first.

I did stop to use the restroom shortly after the aid-station near Tunnel Creek and because of that, I had separated myself from the few runners I had been near most of the race. This left me 100% alone on the most glorious section of trail I have ever seen.

Smooth single track trail with a cliff and the lake to your right. It was breathtaking.

It was also super populated with hikers and bikers at times but I wasn’t bummed that I had to slow down and play the passing game. Most everyone stopped to let me run by which was really nice. The trail narrows in sections so someone did have to stop.

The other awesome piece of this race is that they have race photographers stationed at all the epic view spots.

I was in my happy place and motoring at this point. I actually picked up some speed here and felt like a normal runner. Only took 23 miles for it to happen! haha

A nice mountain biker gave me a heads up as to where the next aid-station was which I appreciated. I knew how high up we were which meant at some point, we’d have to come back down.

Sure enough, the trail started having some down hill. I made it to that aid-station but did not stay long.

Soon I found myself on a fire road that was sitting right next to Marlette Lake.

I saw one runner swimming in the lake so I took the time to climb down and really soak my bandana and buff. I thought about getting in but I was worried about my feet getting wet and having blisters. The lake was so pretty and refreshing that next time, I will definitely get in.

After that, there was another aid-station. I could practically smell the finish line by this point so once again, I didn’t stop for very long.

The trail leaves the gravel road and makes a sharp right turn up and onto some single track. The uphills were still rough on my tired legs so I power hiked.

As I was hiking, I saw a guy sitting on a rock at the top of the climb. He kind of looked like a runner who had to stopped to take a breather.

As I got closer, he pulled out a big camera. “Oh you ARE a race photographer!?” I said. He smiled, [click click click] “I AM a race photographer,” he said. I laughed and replied, “Well I would have run the climb if I had known!” He pulled the camera away from his face and said with a huge smile, “You are more than welcome to do it again if you’d like?” hahahaha! I laughed so hard, “No no, that’s okay!” I heard him laughing as I hiked the rest of the way. That had me giggling for a quite a few miles after that.

Used with permission from LeFrak Photography

The above photo is the result of that exchange. He reminded me as I continued on that the “best photos are on top of the climbs” and he wasn’t wrong. Had he not pointed it out, I would not have turned around and saw that. Wow.

As soon as the single track dumped me back onto a fire road, I knew that I was only a mile or so from the finish. I could hear the announcer and I knew that it was uphill all the way to end. I vowed to myself that I would run the entire way.

And I did! It was most definitely not my best 50k but probably one that I am pretty darn proud of. As my friend reminded me, I have only been back running consistently since May and to run 31 miles at elevation with close to 5,000 feet of climbing accomplishment.

I wanted a challenge and that is exactly what I got and even though my legs and lungs were burning at times, I enjoyed every minute. I needed this to remind myself the biggest rule when it comes to running ultra marathons, “Get comfortable being uncomfortable.” Problem solve along the way and just keep moving forward. That is exactly what I did.

I had one of these post race. Not something I think I would like normally, but after running 31 miles on a really dry hot day, this actually hit the spot and it has quite a bit of potassium in it. I was grateful that I did not have any cramping issues during the race. Near the end, I passed quite a few runners whose muscles were seizing because it was so dry and so hot out.

I cleaned up, ate a little and then hopped in the car and drove 2 hours back home to the family. I am already figuring out how I can do this race again next near. I would love a better finish time, I know I am capable of that but I also just loved everything about this race. August in Tahoe is notoriously hot so there is no getting around that really and I don’t mind the heat so long as I am prepared. I just need to work on that 7 mile climb at the start and maybe not do a crazy obstacle course a few days before the race. 😉

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma

Race Details

Shoes: Topo Athletic Ultraventure 3’s

Watch: Garmin

Socks: Injinji

Fuel: Spring Energy gels and Tailwind Nutrition

Full Disclaimer: I am not associated with Big Blue Adventure at all and was not paid or compensated for writing this report. I would also like to thank LeFrak Photography for permission and use of their photo.

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