I went to Squamish for this. I still got to witness that. I even got to spend a day with good friends in Vancouver. I didn’t get injured, I didn’t lose anything or miss a flight. All in all, it was a success. Except I didn’t run 50 miles.
Two weeks before the race, I had a great time at Speedgoat; you know, the race I ran and said I’d never do again, then proceeded to run twice more. Then I went to Starlight and had a good easy recovering week. I came home with a bit of a sinus headache and proceeded to not sleep very much the whole week. I debated canceling the trip; all I wanted to do was sleep in and have a nice day at home in the mountains. I went anyways, figuring it would help me relax. Due to a room debacle, I, and several other people, were without rooms that had been booked. I found a couch to sleep on… at midnight. I was up at 3:45 in the morning. Again, not much sleep. I had always been told to get my “Vitamin S” when I was sick. Apparently you need it for real life too.
Amazingly awake at the start of the race, I decided to go for it. I ran the first 6 miles, pretty fast, 49 minutes, watching the sunrise, enjoying the momentum; but I was tired, aching, my body was begging for sleep. Mile 8, we hit single track. It was fantastic; you can see pictures here. I kept moving. By Mile 10 I was done. My muscles hurt. My bones hurt. My joints hurt. My body hurt. I kept moving. Just to get a little more trail time. My body started to feel like it was actively breaking down. I kept running, at a decent clip, but I felt like I was doing too much damage. I was done. I dropped at Mile 17. Then I took a 5 hour nap.
Inside, you always know it, but you ignore it. I came off running a new PR at Speedgoat, felt well trained and that I had faith in the miles. But I didn’t take care of myself off the trails. Sometimes you need some Vitamin S. I started that race 6 feet deep in a hole, that I was never climbing out of. Life happens, all in all it wasn’t a bad weekend.