On whole I look at my Leadville 100 run as a success. I got it done, and it even came under 24 hours (not to down play anyone’s performance there but some of my colleagues indicated that the big buckle would need to be “asterisked” if I came between 24 and 25 hours). Basically I kept moving forward all day, and had no time where I was laying on the side of the trail.
But I can also see the points of failure. Or the items that created problems as the race went on. And as you might expect these are the things that I did not effectively practice in my training. In short these are: taking in of calories, running at slower paces, steeling of the quads for the downhills, trail running, and night running. All of these become more critical in the run later in the run – and when you look at how I split Leadville, you see the last 25 miles took me some seven hours – and how my failures to manage these successfully added up in the last sections.
First … food consumption (other points of failure in other posts). I did okay on taking in calories throughout the first part of the race, but even there I was struggling to get a lot in. It was a bit of an act of will to choke back a Cliff Bar or a gel. These just seemed like cuds of crap in my mouth and I had to use a lot of water or Gatorade to get them down. And I think my stomach got tired of the sweeter stuff. In fact, today I saw a gel in the bags still needing to be unpacked and I almost gagged at the thought of it.
As the day wore on, I was obviously operating more and more in a deficit. I was getting in some calories with bars, chips, mashed potatoes and shot blocks and it seemed like I was full at the time, but in retrospect it was hardly enough. Today even a couple of days after the event I am close to 10 pounds lighter than my regular weight.
I will add in that I was dealing with cramps early in the race – as soon as Outward Bound on the way out. In light of that, I decided to take ibuprofen there and then took it a couple more times during the race. It seemed to stave off the cramps, but I am sure it did little to help the nature of my gut. I think it was a small amount (2 tabs at Treeline, 2 at Twin, 2 more at Outward Bound inbound) but I certainly would not prescribe that to anyone.
Coming off Hope, I took in some Coke and broth from the Hopeless Aid Station up there. I think the Coke was actually Coke syrup that they had thinned with water. I think I got a batch that was a mixed a bit too rich. About 3/4 of a mile below the station, it all came back up uncontrollably. Tim G, my pacer at the time, was so cool with this. “Okay, that is cool man. Good stuff. It is out now.” And we kept moving (yes, an odd point of pride is that I puked in full stride and did not stop). Don’t ask what a Coke broth combo looks like – you already know.
This is with about 45 miles left to go.
If my stomach had been bad before that, it was pretty much retired for the day at this point. My crew and pacers would try to get me to take various things later throughout the day and night. Mashed potatoes, watermelon, shot blocks, turkey wraps … and I choked some of it down, but it was not a lot and it was … difficult. I realized that I needed to get some of this down of course, but as the evening wore on I got to a point of “eh, whatever, I only have five or so hours left.” Pic by Brandon Fuller.
Nick P – my final pacer from OB to the finish REALLY tried to get me to eat. “GEORGE! You need to eat something. You are going to be out here for another six hours!” I think he passed me a turkey wrap that I got a bite out of and then the rest ended up in my pocket (I better go find that before it gets in the laundry).
As I have stated here multiple times, I have not practiced food consumption on my shorter runs. Frankly I don’t need to take in calories on a three hour easy run (or limited to Gatorade on longer burro runs). But the lack of this practice showed once I got to the longer distance and time.
Of course this has an impact on your ability to perform. No calories, no gas, no go. Admittedly my stomach issues were not as bad as some. I saw folks leveled on the side of the trail or road who were unable to move because their guts had gone sour. Thankfully, I was able to keep some semblance of CFM even with my minor gut woes.
Pic by Brandon Fuller
