Monday, March 5, 2012

The roller coaster weekend

As antsy as I've felt being "stuck" only running because of the training demands of my upcoming 50K, when I got the opportunity to spend Saturday mountain biking on the Middlefork section of Missouri's Ozark Trail, I jumped at it, even though it mean putting off Saturday's scheduled 18 miles until Sunday...and doing it after spending the day on my bike.  I'm not known for making smart training decisions...why start now?  Of course, as soon as I agreed to go, the weather got crazy and our area was hit by some major storms and a lot of rain.  Not being sure how the weather would affect the ride, I got nervous and started to bargain.


After all, you can run in just about any weather, right? Though, I have to admit, some of my running friends weren't thrilled with my deal-making.  Sorry Dawn! :)

Whether by luck or mercy, Saturday's ride was on.  I had everything packed up Friday night so that I could be out the door by 6 in the morning to meet my ride at Sunset Cyclery. I grabbed my usual coffee and muffin on my way out of town, and I actually managed to get there in plenty of time.  I rode with Jim, who I'd met at January's Team Virtus-organized Berryman ride, and his wife Sarah down to Middlefork.



There were about 17 people in our group, so it took a little waiting around before everyone was all set.  The weather, which I'd worried about, ended up starting in the mid 30's.  It was windy, but that wouldn't be much of an issue on the trails, and the day was beautiful and sunny.  Great day to be on a bike!


Sarah is used to riding with Jim, so I'd warned her about how slow I am.  Since I had never been to Middlefork and hadn't been on my bike since the end of January (stupid 50k), I was very happy starting at the very back.  Of course, I'm typically happy at the back, so that's not really anything new.

The trail has some dirt surface, but a lot of it is rock.  The terrain is typical of most Southern Missouri trails I've ridden--lots of hills and lots of creeks.  I walked the first couple of creek crossings before I started feeling comfortable, but then it was all good.  The nice thing about the climbs was that they were kind of broken up: you'd climb, it would briefly level out, then climb again.  I was definitely winded at the top, but those little breaks made the uphills a lot easier than a straight climb.


It's always makes me a little nervous to ride with somebody I don't know, but I had a good time riding with Sarah and getting to know her.  We have quite a bit in common: we both came to mountain biking the same way--through adventure racing, and she's a runner, too.


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Stopped for a snack
 Since the guys had taken off first and were moving at a way faster pace than I was, we didn't see many people while we were riding.  On the way out, we passed one hiker and a couple of the guys who were dealing with a bike issue.  Otherwise, we could've been the only ones on the trail.

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Pretty waterfall along the trail. My husband would've gotten a much better picture, but I was too lazy to climb any.

I really had a great time on the way out.  The trail was awesome, the company was great, and the day was beautiful.  Sarah asked how far I was wanting to go, and I was fine with riding the 15 out we'd originally planned.  The more we rode, the more comfortable I felt.  Comfortable enough to follow Sarah through a tricky creek crossing.

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Bet this would be really refreshing on a hot day
Sarah made it through with no problems.  I, on the other hand, got to the spot where the water funnels between the narrowish spot between the two rocks over the word "day" and got hung up, falling into the creek.  It wasn't a bad fall, so all I could do was laugh and drag myself out.  I managed to go down another time later, probably taking too much time slowing down and overthinking rather than just riding.  Story of my life.

We stopped for a snack break a the top of a climb about 11 miles in.  I'd just started thinking, Hmmm, 4 more miles before we turn around...when Sarah suggested that it would probably be a good spot to turn around so we'd be back before the guys.  While earlier I'd been all about the full 15 out, I was glad to turn around.  And thinking it over, my longest ride on singletrack has been 24 miles at Lost Valley, so expecting to be just fine riding 30 fairly hill miles after being off the bike for a month was probably not too realistic.

The first descent on the way back was pretty awesome, but I really struggled for the rest of the ride. At first, I just felt really sluggish on the uphills...where I'd been comfortably in my middle ring on the way out, I was having a hard time in the smallest one. Then, my quads started cramping. Not sure what was going on with that. I think I did pretty well staying hydrated, and I was alternating water with an electrolyte drink (Camelback Elixar, which I'm not a big fan of and won't buy again), but I felt terrible.


Again, looking back, I probably didn't eat enough. I had a muffin at 6 a.m., then during the ride I ate a pack of Sport Beans, a Honey Stinger waffle, a Kind bar, some pretzels, and a GU. Since we started on the ride around 10 and were out for 4-4.5 hours with stops and such, I think that's low on food for me. It doesn't explain the cramps, but maybe it's part of why I morphed into the biggest bike wimp ever. Sarah was great about stopping when I needed to, but it was honestly embarrassing to be SO weak.

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Could we have had a more gorgeous day??
The worst part, other than becoming a total lead weight, was that I was totally unable to appreciate the beautiful trail on the way back.  On one level, I recognized that it was a wonderful day and a great ride, but I couldn't feel it at all.  Instead, I hated mountain biking with a black hatred and spent probably the last 6 miles fantasizing about what part of my bike I could break to justify walking the rest of the way back and then spending the rest of my life planted on the couch. 

When Sarah encouraged me that we only had one climb left, I began to feel some hope, but I had no real perception of what a "climb" was anymore because any incline had me struggling (and believe me, I walked a few of them).  At last, she said, "The good news is that we're almost there," and then there were the cars.   I was thrilled to be off the bike and had decided that there was no way I was running the next day, but once the ibuprofen kicked in and my legs stopped hurting, I once again loved the ride and the trail and my bike and was open to the possibility of a morning run.  Amazing the perspective you get with a little pain relief. :)

I had a great time hanging out and talking with some of the group after everyone was back and was home by 6:00, just in time for movie night with my SIL and some of her kids.  I wasn't a very good companion, though, because I was asleep on the couch by 8 and in bed by 10.  After all, I was pain-free, well-fed, and needing rest before the next day's group run.

I met Chuck, Lori, Pat, and Robin , and we all headed out to Cuivre River State Park for a trail run.  While I was certain this was going to be another awful run like my previous two long run attempts, I didn't want to miss out on a morning in the woods with my friends, even if I had to walk the majority of the run.  Instead of dragging, though, I felt surprisingly good.  Granted, our pace wasn't setting the world on fire, but any time you can be enjoy running out in the woods is a good run as far as I'm concerned.

We came to an intersection in the trail and weren't sure which way to go.

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How many adventure racers does it take to read a map?
Finally we decided on our route, but we wanted to make sure Lori didn't miss the turn.

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Go this way--notice her name in bark and rocks at the bottom of the picture. :)
Once we got going, though, Chuck realized this didn't seem quite right, so we turned back around and dismantled our awesome arrow.  I was ready to run back the way we had come since I was totally mixed up on direction (is it any wonder I got so lost at Babler?), but we figured it out.

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Checked out an overlook
I think at this point Patrick had some hairbrained idea that I may or may not have agreed to. 

We found maybe the most random trail artifact of all:

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Why wouldn't you wear an afro wig you found on the trail?
We wanted to see Lori's reaction to the wig, but when she caught up she managed to carry on a conversation with a straight face while the rest of us were trying and failing to hold back smiles.  Her reticence was truly impressive, but finally she gave in because she knew we were dying for her to say something.

We passed the spot that broke my heart in last year's Quivering Quads race, where I looked at my stopwatch and realized that, rather than running a blistering pace like I thought, I was actually running slower than 12 minute miles...and then played around on the rocks above the creek...


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It doesn't look like we're all that high, but there's actually a good drop behind us...leading to the death grip on the tree




Finished the run

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Chuck and Robin are way ahead as I decided that this hill was made for walking
So it occurs to me that the reason the run felt so good is probably that we spent so much time not running, but I had the best time. It was just like playing out in the woods with your friends when you're a kid. What a fun group of people.  What a great day.

I ended up running around 8 miles, which felt really good but wasn't the 18 miles I had scheduled.  That makes three weekends in a row that I haven't come even close to my planned mileage.  Decisions have to be made about this 50K...but this post is already long enough.

17 comments:

Terzah said...

That sounds like a fantastic weekend to me! And the weather looks amazing. I need to find a group to run trails with--love the idea of playing in the woods with friends.

Rose @ Eat, Drink, and Be Meiri said...

There is a whole lot of awesome going on in this post. But, how on EARTH does an afro wig end up on a trail like that?

Teamarcia said...

Playing out in the woods as a kid was THE BEST! How cool you have recaptured that feeling.
Mad props for the afro wig discovery too!

bobbi said...

I too have been conjuring up weird scenarios for WHY an afro wig would end up in the woods.

Sounds like a PERFECT weekend :)

Caroline said...

The wig..that is too funny...so where is the picture of Super Kate with the wig?

looks like this was a beautiful day...my kind of weather also!!!

XLMIC said...

You all look to be having so much fun getting lost and trying on wigs and such... I wish I could play with you :)

Patrick said...

Everyone was too scared to try on the wig. They agreed that wearing an afro wig found on the trail was something I would do. So I was left with little choice.

ajh said...

You rock for getting out there the next day and running. You continue to amaze me with your hardcoreness! I hope I just made up a word but it is you!
So far this week - one whole day - not so much on the easier week! Oh well. That's why I get such a fat paycheck! Cough cough!
What are you planning for next weekend?

A Journey to a new me... said...

I'd say you're nuts (riding 24 miles then running the next day while attempting to prepare for a 50k!) but you already know that. And besides, it's why I like reading your blog so much! :O)~

Oh and before I forget (again) I totally miss running through the woods like a bantchie (Sp), taking every trail which ever way grabbed me and my friends, laughin the whole way. It's (running like a bantchie) is what I am aiming for as I learn to run again. Can't wait to feel it!

A Journey to a new me... said...

I'd say you're nuts (riding 24 miles then running the next day while attempting to prepare for a 50k!) but you already know that. And besides, it's why I like reading your blog so much! :O)~

Oh and before I forget (again) I totally miss running through the woods like a bantchie (Sp), taking every trail which ever way grabbed me and my friends, laughin the whole way. It's (running like a bantchie) is what I am aiming for as I learn to run again. Can't wait to feel it!

Jill said...

I was just sitting here reading and wondering what you were planning on doing for the 50k having not gotten in those mandatory long runs in. Am intrigued as to what you have up your sleeve.

What a fun, adventure loving weekend you had. You have such a great bunch of friends...those friendships are the bomb! I think the reason you felt so goon on Sunday for your run/hike was that instant ice bath you had on Saturday :). Got those legs all ready to roll. Hehe.

Looking forward to what's next... :)

Kovas Palubinskas said...

It would be interesting if you ever straight up strained for a race...you'll do fine at the 50K.

Kovas Palubinskas said...

I meant trained but I guess strained is appropraite as well. :)

Abby @ Have Dental Floss, Will Travel said...

Epic weekend! I hate the feeling of calorie deficit because all rational thought goes out the window and it seems so permanent when you're in it. It's moments like those when I need to remember that if I pause to eat something, I'll feel better within a few minutes :)

Wendy Davis said...

I love Middle Fork and the way it leaves me feeling like my legs are being ripped off. Next time will be better. Rethink the muffin.

Wendy Davis said...

I love how MiddleFork
makes me feel like my legs are being ripped off. Next time will be better. Rethink the muffin

Patrick Mahoney said...

I 110% believe that cycling is an incredible companion to running. When I started riding a lot a few years ago, I got faster and had more endurance as a runner. It was uncanny, actually.