Saturday, September 2, 2023

RI Summer Racing Trifecta: Blessing, Kerri, Doyle



OK, so there's really no such trifecta.  But shouldn't there be?  These are among the three most competitive summer races in Rhode Island, and they happen on three consecutive weekends.  The last summer that I ran all three of these races was back in 2016.  Here is my race report for this year:

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Blessing of the Fleet 10-Miler
Narragansett, RI
Friday, July 28, 2023

Blessing can often be warm and humid, but just a few days before we learned it would be even hotter this year and we received this warning in e-mail and on the web from the race organizers:
  • Due to the extremely hot weather forecasted Friday evening, we are closing registration so Public Safety Officials can better service our participants. We appreciate your understanding in this matter.  There is no registration day of!!

  • Friday evening looks to be a particularly warm one. Public Safety Officials and the LIons Club recommend that you hydrate pre-race, utilize the multiple watering stations set up along the route, and look out for your fellow participants.

  • Medical personnel will be on the course throughout the race but nobody knows your body like you do. Be smart out there! Maybe Friday is not the day to try for your personal best.

  • We hope to set up two shower stations along the route if we can find volunteers who can operate a fire department hose/nozzle on reduced pressure.  
I heard a number decided not to run based on this, but for me having run 20 in a row, the show must go on!  The weather was not terribly different from last year (82°, feels like 84°) versus this year's start (84°, feels like 89°), but it sure felt awful and I imagine at those temps, even a few degrees more makes it pretty miserable.

Warm-up:  I followed my own tried-and-true routine that works for me, including Jana dropping me off at the start about 40 minutes early (already have my bib on and picked up my shirt a week ago as usual), going for a warm-up, taking advantage of local knowledge and using real bathrooms with no lines at Boon Street Station, and then coming back and chilling while catching up with friends.

Race start:  Lined up a few rows back with Nick and made sure to let Jake Serra go ahead of me.  Blasting of AC/DC's Thunderstruck just before the race wouldn't change the outcome for me, but it sure made me feel better.  The gun went off, and then the music the pretty typical fare of Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger", which is also motivating.  It was the usual s*%#show for the first quarter mile or so, as plenty of people try to sprint by you as you're trying to get past the slower runners clogging up the road in front of you.  I long ago gave up the "weave" approach, and instead just try to get out to the left-most side where I don't need to work so hard to go around people.

I saw Jana at first corner (Boon St and South Pier) and after turning onto Ocean Road, the clogging of runners started to ease up.  Mile 1 was a reasonable 5:48, especially after bearing in mind it's net downhill, but unlike last year where 5 of my 10 miles were sub-6, this would end up being my solitary sub-6 mile of the day.
First corner, looking good so far (at 0.25 miles!)
(This and all pics from Jana, unless otherwise noted)


Given the heat, my next two miles at 6:09 and 6:01 I think were pretty decent, but by Mile 4 I just felt awfully hot and progressively dialed it back from there.  On Knowlesway, I took a bag of ice cubes from some kids, emptied the bag into my hat and put it back on my head.  I repeated this again a few mils down the road.  (Matthew later explained to me that I'm supposed to put the whole bag under my hat, which makes sense and I wouldn't have lost a few ice cubes.)  Oh well, most ice cubes stayed in my hat as they slowly melted and felt good on my noggen and running down my neck.

Last half:  Mile 6 on Kingstown Road is always the worst mile, especially on a night like this year where the sun was beating down.  Usually it's my slowest mile, though, and turning off Route 108 right around the end of the mile and onto a shaded wooded road allows me to pick up the pace again.  Not tonight.  I just felt spent and my miles actually got slower.  Miles 6, 7, 8:   6:33, 6:33, 6:36.  Ugh.
I'm not even sure exactly where this is,
but between 1) I'm on the left side of the road,
2) I'm looking pretty miserable, and 3) my singlet
and shorts are soaked, I'm guessing on Gibson or
South Pier about Mile 7 or 8
(Pic courtesy of Colleen King)


I could barely even pick it up in the final two miles, despite the great crowd support here.  Every kid I saw with a super soaker I pointed out to them and egged them on to soak me, which they did.  Also the Narragansett Fire Department did indeed have multiple fire hydrant showers setup up on the course, and I ran through each and every one of them, regardless of whether it was in my running path or out of the way on the opposite side of the street.  I often get a chuckle at the kids on Avice Street inviting runners to go down their waterslide and the adults offering shots.  I can't imagine ever taking the latter, but I gave some serious consideration to taking the kid up on going down his huge inflatable waterslide.  My time is slow so that doesn't matter and I know at least one 50-59 year old runner is ahead of me (55 year old Mike Dolan of central CT that I go back and forth with on races), but what if no other 50+ runners are ahead of me besides him?  No, I can't take that risk.

I saunter on past the inviting waterslide, and for the rest of the run make sure to give high five slaps to all the kids with their hands out.  I won't usually do that during a race, but again, my time is out the window already.  I hit a final water shower on Kingstown Road and then the finish line is mercifully in sight.

Final result:  Chip time 1:03:39, 69th overall of 2,423 finishers, 2nd of 165 in age group.  Full results here.

More than 3 1/2 minutes slower than last year, but it could've been worse and I actually thought I would finish much slower than that.  On the plus side, it turns out I did get 2nd place in my age group, and I'll take some solace in that every single person ahead of me was younger than me.  The next finisher in my age group was more than 6 minutes behind me, so I guess I could have taken that waterslide after all!
Great picture of me, eh?
(From lower left, clockwise in circle:  
me, Jake, Andrew, Matthew)
That black thing I have on my head is a cold soaked
refreshing towel from Jana.  I actually took my shoes and socks off
immediately after crossing the finish line, as they were bothering me.

After taking my disgusting soaked socks and shoes off, I handed them over the barrier to Jana (nice of me, right?) and then continued barefoot through the finisher chute.  One official asked me, "Where are your shoes?!".  Some officials were checking people for physical ailments in the heat; I'm guessing this official was checking me for mental ailments.  Not sure I passed.

My Mom was at the finish and came over to see me, but I'm sure I was pretty rude as I barely said anything and headed off to the ocean to cool down.  That was a rough race!
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Run 4 Kerri 4-Miler
South Kingstown, RI
Sunday, August 6, 2023

This was my first time running this race since 2018, where I posted a 26:49.  That seems pretty pathetic compared to my Kerri time (and 4M PR) in 2015 at 23:43, but in my defense (I always have an excuse, right?!) in 2018 I was recovering from an injury.
2018 Run 4 Kerri
(The guy 2nd from left looks fat; everybody else 
pretty much the same)

I've had some nasty hot and humid races at Kerri, as it is after all early August.  However, the weather this year was in my favor, with temps of 73° and humidity of 62%.  After a 2-mile warmup with Brady, I stayed in the shade and relaxed until start time.

2023 Run 4 Kerri start


Mile 1:  I lined up with Tommy 5K about 3 rows back and we were off.  Will Sanders blasted off in pursuit of the Mile 1, Mile 2, and Mile 3 cash bonuses offered to those reached those markers first.  After that, I could see Matthew, Andrew, and Mike Daniels probably only for a half-mile and they were out of my sight.  Miles 1 and 2 are very slight net downhills, and I'll take them.  Late in Mile 1, I caught up to and passed Tommy 5K.  I questioned the wisdom of this and it probably signaled I was going out way too fast, but I'll just go with the downhill thing being my strength.  Mile 1 split 5:37.

Mile 2:  On Moonstone Beach Road, I passed fellow strider Mike Stadolnik.  Good - he's newly in the 50-59 age group.  Tommy re-caught and passed me, and was very encouraging as always, as he told me something to the effect of "ride behind me for a while".  Turning onto Cards Pond Road, this is typically my slowest mile of the race and my most dreaded as you often bake in the hot sun and it just goes on straight as an arrow for seemingly longer than I remember.  Mile 2 split 5:47.

Mile 3:  Cards Pond Road was not nearly as bad as it was in past years or in my memory.  The weather definitely helped, and it might have also helped that I remembered that when you reach Carpenter's Beach, you still have quite a ways to go before the neighborhood turnoff.  Mile 3 ends as you're starting to climb that neighborhood hill.  Mile 3 split 5:55.

Mile 4:  Yes, I slowed for Mile 3, but that's expected and it's net uphill.  More importantly, I'm pretty sure that's not only my fastest Mile 3 split ever, but also the only one that was sub-6.  I am feeling really about this race and possibility for a PR as I continue the uphill through the neighborhood.  As I turn off the main neighborhood road (South and North Weeden Roads), signaling the end of the uphill climb, I took a look at my watch and grimace as I see a split to date of 6:29.  I remind myself that it's been all uphill thus far, and now we have a downhill finish.  Maybe I shouldn't have looked at the watch?  Or maybe it was a good thing because I'm determined to push as hard and fast as I can now.
Not sure exactly where this is, but
zooming in on my watch, it looks like "21:xx",
so somewhere in the final half-mile.
(From Kerri race FB page)

I pass a few (two?) runners going downhill past the fire station and across Matunuck Beach Road into the school, where the finish line is in sight.  I'm astonished but thrilled to see the finish line clock ticking away in the low 23s.  I sprint it in.

Final result:  23:26 (5:52 average pace), 19th overall of 420, 1st place age group (out of 23).  Full results here.

A 17-second PR!!!  At age 59.  Pretty psyched!  Yes, the weather played a part, but I also worked hard at and earned this one.
Catching up with friends at the race


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Bobby Doyle Summer Classic 5-Miler
Narragansett, RI
Sunday, August 13, 2023

First time running this since 2017, when I ran a 29:43.  (I ran this same race for a PR of 29:26 in 2015, where my 5M PR remained until breaking it just this year at the certified Clamdigger 5M in 29:18.)

Race start temp wasn't bad at 72°F, but humidity was an awful 93%.  I set a single goal for myself of breaking 30 minutes (6 minute average pace).  This was once again the USATF-NE 5-Mile Championship, which meant that runners would be represented well throughout New England, or at least the four New England states that are included in USATF-NE, with a heavy representation from MA.  The demographics also appeared to favor a much younger crowd here than Blessing or Kerri.
Crazy fast runners at start


Race start:  After a 2-mile solo warm-up, including a visit to the "local knowledge" unused bathroom at Boon Street Station, I lined up several rows back with Nick.  One nice thing about the old course (prior to 2017) was that with the start on the Narragansett Middle School school driveway, they had signs in the starting area indicating where to line up by pace and most runners seemed honest about that.  Now with the start on busy South Pier, there were no such pacing guidelines and it showed once the gun went off as it was an s&^%show for the first half-mile or so with weaving around people slower than me and faster people behind me passing me.  A recipe for getting knocked to the ground or tripping, but other than a couple of elbows, I stood my ground.

As with Blessing, the first mile here (exactly the same) is slightly downhill and fast.  I ran through it in 5:44.  After that first mile, while there were still runners around me for the rest of the race, things settled down quite a bit in terms of not having to weave around other runners anymore.  The second mile is a fast one as well, nearly flat on South Pier.  I heard my name called as I turned off South Pier onto Windemere, and saw Elise vonHousen working as a course marshal.  Mile 2 split 5:54.

Mile 3:  This is most runners' slowest mile on the course.  It has an uphill climb of about 50', but there's also something about the surface of this semi-private golf course road (and maybe speed bumps?) that seems to slow down the pace.  My mile split was the slowest and only one north of 6 minutes at 6:06.

Mile 4 - Finish:  This is essentially Miles 7 and 8 on the Blessing course, and it's a fun stretch, mostly shaded, and ever so slightly net downhill.  I went through the 5K in 18:58, and had my fastest mile split in Mile 4 at 5:40.  I passed Norm Bouthillier, an old nemesis, and mentally note that I just moved up one in my age group.  One mile to go.  Keep pushing.  Having run this course before and having run Blessing 21 years in a row, I have pretty much memorized the final mile on South Pier and have no surprises about when the turnoff will come.  Turning into the school driveway, I go through the 8K in 29:23 and seeing two runners just ahead of me that could be in their 50s (they weren't), I do all I can to catch and sprint past them.
Sprinting to finish


Final result: 29:31, 171st overall of 807, 3rd of 70 in age group.  Full results here.
Race finishing photo


So how do I think I did?  If I looked at the overall percentile, that doesn't look too good at 79th percentile!  But this is a stacked competitive race, and at age 59 to take 3rd place in the 50-59 age group, I'm happy!  I also beat my goal of sub-30 and ran I think my 3rd fastest 5M ever, and on a very humid day, so all is good!

In 2017 (at age 53) I took 2nd place in my age group and received a check on the spot for $100.  This time 3rd place gets $50, and the first five got called up to the "podium" but they said they would be mailing out awards after verifying times and USATF membership.  

In fact, many of the times were initially incorrect, and paces still showing incorrectly on RaceWire results:

Maybe 3:38 is really my pace per kilometer?  No idea what 983 minutes per mile is supposed to be.
I guess it's a minor annoyance only, and I make my share of errors, but as a RD
of far less competitive races, I make sure to correct these types of errors ASAP.

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With the 2023 RI big 3 summer races in the rear view mirror now, I'm very happy with my times at Kerri and Doyle.  And at all three, everyone that was ahead of me was younger than me.  Blessing was very slow for me, but I know that I just don't run well in the heat, and this year's race temps were pretty extreme for coastal RI.  Who knows what next year's Blessing weather will be, but I fully plan to be on the starting line for my 22nd in a row!

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Québec Mega Trail 50K



Saint-Ferréol-les-Neiges, Quebec, Canada
Saturday, July 1, 2023

My 3rd 50K and my hardest race to date.  This is billed as one of the toughest races in Canada, and from my perspective, it sure lived up to it!

Signed up for this way back on January 2, as Matthew and I got the very last two of 500 spots in the 50K (sometimes listed as 52K, sometimes as 50K).  It's pretty incredible to me that this sells out six months in advance!  And there are several other distances as well, ranging up to 100 miles, and those sell out well in advance also, with a combined total of about 3,000 runners!

Day before:  finish line is set up and ready to go



Bib pick-up



Race morning prep:  We were staying at a resort at the Mont Sainte Anne ski area, conveniently the race hotel and right at the finish line.  Got up at 5am to have standard race day morning fare of oatmeal before leaving the hotel to board the school buses leaving between 6 and 6:30am.  Unlike last year's 55K in remote interior Iceland, this was a ten-minute bus ride versus four hours.  (To be fair, the Iceland race bus was a deluxe coach bus and included a stop at a breakfast buffet, but this is just a ten-minute ride today, so the school buses worked fine.)
Race morning bus loading from Mont Sainte-Anne

Race equipment:  There was no drop bag, so it was wear what you're running in.  My gear for today:
  • Hat (my favorite blue Saucony tech running cap)
  • Short-sleeve shirt (I favor this over singlets only when running with a pack)
  • NB shorts with zippered pocket
  • Shoes (and socks) - VJ Spark shoes.  I hemmed and hawed on this one.  My frequent slipping and falling in the Salomon Ultraglide just last weekend at Gunstock Trail Fest ruled those shoes out, and most guidance and reviews on the Spark recommend usage only up to a half-marathon.  Actually thought about buying a pair of VJ Xtrm 2 (one guy that went past me last weekend on wet rocks while I slid and fell showed them to me post-race and swore by them), but I wouldn't have enough time to break them in.  Finally reading a reputable review where the reviewer wore the Spark on his technical 50K in Utah without issue, I went with it.
  • Hydration pack:  Nathan Vapor Air 7L pack, filled with ~1.5 liters of water and ice, 7 GUs, 2 Honey Stinger waffles, cell phone, and mandatory space blanket and compression bandage
Despite having almost an hour pre-race, and only warming up for a mile (intentionally), the time went by quickly and we were soon showing our bibs (with wave number) to enter the corral as appropriate:
Nearly identical to the bib last year at Laugavegur 55K (Iceland),
the top 2/3 of the bib shows race / bib / wave / name info,
and the bottom 1/3 shows aid stations and distance/elevation between,
intentionally printed upside down so you can flip up during the race and reference.

Here's what that aid station / course map looks like from the proper viewing angle.
This is how I referenced my race while I was running it (in terms of how far to the next
aid station and how much elevation), and thus this is how I will write my race report:
Runners milling about the start area



Start to Mestachibo (6.6K):  I lined up in about the third row, exchanged "Good luck" with Matthew, and we were off.  The first section was mostly wide trails, a campground road, and a downhill on a mix of an asphalt road (the only one on the course) in a small village, followed by technical single-track.
One minute before start:  now it's very real!

About one mile in, in the campground, I saw Matthew a ways ahead of me, and I figured that would be the last time I saw him until after the race.  More on that later.  The asphalt road was only 1 kilometer long.  There were a number of spectators out here, presumably local residents, and I passed a number of people on the downhill road.

We left the asphalt road for good, just over 2 miles in.  (You can see I can't make up my mind whether to write in terms of kilometers or miles.  I feel conversant in both, and would really like to see the US abandon the archaic imperial measurement and join the modern world in using metric, but that's probably a topic for another day.)  

Leaving the road, we dropped about 600' over the next mile, on very technical terrain.  We crossed a dirt road, where there was our first water stop and aid station.  I quickly grabbed a couple pieces of fudge, a slice of watermelon, and trekked on.

Mestachibo to Mont Ste Anne (17.6K):  Most of this 11K section was slightly downhill along a river, but man was this technical.  Constant roots and rocks technical.  Many things to jump over and many places where I had to use my hands.  I was doing fine for a while, or at least I thought I was, but this is the longest technical section I've ever raced and maybe ever run, and after a while I was getting tired.  I thought I was good at running technical sections, but what I found is I was holding up a number of [much better] trail runners and you couldn't really pass on this super technical single-track.  Picture a school bus with an increasing line of cars building up behind it.  That was me, and like the school bus, I eventually pulled over to let the train of runners go by.  Several times actually.
Much of the Mestachibo section of the
course looked like this.  Runnable, 
but quite technical and you really had to pay 
attention to your footfalls.


And then we came up on the first of two suspension bridges.  I started running across the bridge and perhaps not surprisingly, it started to sway.  I was never at risk of falling off the bridge, but I just awkwardly kept hitting alternating sides of the bridge and the cables supporting it.  Someone behind me shouted in French and I believe they said I should just walk it, which I switched to doing and it ended the swaying.
Very awkward to run across these suspension bridges.
It had been decades since I'd been on one, and I forgot how much
they swayed!

After the suspension bridge crossings, we were back onto a long technical section on the opposite side of the river.  When we finally left the river, we soon came upon an absolutely amazing waterfall.  It was so stunning that I stopped to take a photo, not caring if I lost a minute and if competitors went by me.  Even more surprising was the next competitor coming up on me noticed me taking the photo, also stopped, and asked me if he'd like me to take my photo.  Sure!  Why not?  When will I be here again?

Leaving the waterfall, we were only a mile away from the aid station at Mont Ste Anne, and there was no technical terrain in this mile; however, there was a 300' nearly straight up vertical climb on wooden stairs.

Waterfall known as "Chutes Larose"
Loud and very impressive; "had" to stop and get a pic

After the waterfall, we had a long wooden stairway climb, and then just a mile on mostly dirt roads to the next aid station.
One of several steep wooden stairways
that we went up today

Mont Ste Anne to Summit #1 (22K):  I was just so happy to see this aid station.  I was only ten miles in, but I had been out there for more than two hours by now, much of it on very technical terrain, and I was tired and hungry.  Very happy to see Jana not only at the aid station taking a photo, but coming over to help me get my pack refilled and get some food.
Mont Ste Anne aid station!  Finally!  A welcome feast
for the eyes and the body.

Running into the aid station
(pic by Jana)

With my cheeks full of food



I gorged myself on fudge, watermelon, and even a grilled cheese sandwich.  And when I was done with that, I went back for more of the same.  Jana said that Matthew had come and gone through the aid station pretty quickly, but for me, I just needed a lot of replenishment.

This next stretch is the shortest distance between aid stations at just 4.4KM, but far from the easiest at over a 2,000' climb in that short distance.  It was just a complete stugglefest for me, and even hiking (no, I can't even call it "power hiking") I pulled over several times to let people pass me.  The further in I went the worse I felt, despite having consumed lots of fluids and food.  One runner talked to me for quite a while as we made our up the trail; really nice guy from Ottawa who also seemed to be struggling a bit and said this was his hardest 50K ever.  At one point just before exiting onto an open sun ski slope, there was a race official and my Ottawa friend asked him how far to the aid station.  The answer came back as about 400 meters.  Yes!  I can hold on for that long.  It was very hot on the open ski trail, but the aid station was within reach and that kept me moving.  Barely.

Almost there.  To the Summit #1 aid station that is.
The longest climb is done, but I feel really beat.

Summit #1 to Summit #2 (26.6K):  The good news is I made it to the 22K aid station.  The bad news is that two medics pulled me aside and said I didn't look good at all and suggested I either take a rest or DNF.  I sat in a chair while I weighed this decision.  I'm only halfway in, I feel terrible, and the gondola taking people back down the mountain is running and it's right here!  On the other hand, I trained for this and came all the way up here, and don't want to feel that there is unfinished business here that I "have" to come back for.  The guy sitting in the chair next to me chooses the DNF option as he says "Fini" twice.  Matthew calls to me and I see him getting food at the aid station.  I'm really confused why he's here as he should be way ahead of me, until I realize (or maybe he explained to me, I can't remember) that HE IS ahead of me, as Summit #1 and Summit #2 aid stations are actually the same place, and even though he is right across from me on the other side of a makeshift barrier, he is actually 4.6K ahead of me on the course.

OK.  I chose the rest option over the DNF option, but before the medics lead me away to a separate room in the summit lodge, I tell them I want to go over to talk to my son.  That will be the last time I see Matthew during the race.  I give him an update, wish him luck, and and then follow the medics and lay down on a cot while they took off my shoes and got electrolytes into me.  I just can't say enough good things about them.  They took my disgusting muddy and wet shoes, removed the insoles, and brought them outside to dry out a bit while another went and got me the electrolytes and fluids, and they repeatedly checked in on me as I zoned out and closed my eyes.  After half an hour, they said I looked much better and was good to continue if I wanted.  I do!  I put on my shoes, hydration pack, hat, etc., felt bad as I looked back upon on my disgustingly sweat soaked cot, but I trek on, grazed one more time at the smorgasbord table, and followed the roped off path and signs as it led me outside as a number of volunteers cheered for me.  Again, total class act and awesome race organization.

We drop 1,000' over the next mile on a wide ski slope.  Partway down I see a fellow runner lying on the ground with his mandatory space blanket wrapped around him and a medic attending to him.  Not good.  I didn't push the downhill at all, but with downhill on non-technical surfaces being kind of my forte, I am passing people left and right and make it down the 1,000' drop, much of it over 20% decline, in about ten minutes.  And now it's time to go back up that 1,000 elevation change.  Ugh.  I repeatedly tell myself this is the last major climb on the course and my time doesn't matter.  A lot of hiking and it ends up taking me almost 40 minutes to go up what I descended in 10 minutes!  But I'm just happy to make to the aid station (Summit #2 now) and feel much better than my first visit here.  

Inside the aid station again, one of the volunteers recognizes me and asks me how I feel.  I'm hungry again (still?) but feel SO much better this time around.  There is no sitting in chairs this time and certainly no lying on cots.  I take a brief break in the bathroom, get my pack topped off, eat more food (mostly fudge and watermelon) and head out the door.  For the first time, I have confidence that I will actually finish the 50K!

Summit #2 to Saint Hilaire (37K):  Three more sections to go, again chunked up by aid stations to break it up a bit mentally for me.  This next one will be just over 10K.  Another long steep 1,000' drop on steep ski slopes is followed by a 500' climb, but that climb is spread out over two miles and I feel pretty good about that.  Next we move away from the ski slopes and into the woods where the deer flies come out to feed on us.  There are a few sections where I feel like I am swatting constantly but then we hit sections where there aren't many at all.  We cross many very small streams where I notice and pay attention to runners ahead of me stopping and bending down at the streams.  Are they drinking from the streams?  No, they are soaking their hats in the cold water and then putting the hats back on.  I try it myself and oh, that feels so good!  Every single stream that I go through for the rest of the course I do the same.

About an hour and a quarter after leaving Summit #2, I come up on the Saint Hilaire aid station.  This one is a much smaller aid station that is trucked into a rough dirt road that we cross.  I get some more fluids and make it a point to stop and eat more, but I'm here for less than three minutes before trekking on.

Saint Hilaire to Fondeur (41.8K):   Just 5K to the next aid station!  Net downhill, but of course that doesn't mean there aren't some uphill portions.  Nothing more than 100' climbs, which I walk, but this is all very runnable now.  In fact, this section goes by rather quickly.

Fondeur to Finish:  The Fondeur aid station is a much larger one.  There are buildings here, and cars have driven up to it.  There are a lot of people spread out, and there are signs indicating where to split off for the 100K and 100M courses.  Yikes.  But the best sign of all at the aid station is the one that indicates just 9.5K to the finish!  Although I'm feeling good, I resist any temptation to just blow through this aid station and I take a good ten minutes here, including getting more fluids and plenty more food.  I'm more than 7 hours in at this point, and trying to shave a few minutes and risk not having enough energy stores seems a fool's errand to me.

So off we go.  We gradually lose over 700' and that really helps to keep me going.  There are several very short uphills that I walk, but this entire section is really very runnable, especially in contrast to some of the stuff we ran early on.  We have several river crossings in this final 10K section, and they are all a lot of fun!
No bridge!  Just trail / course signs on the opposite site
indicating where the trail picks up again.  I slid a bit on this crossing,
went in the water up to my thighs,
and then decided it might be smart to walk it!

I thought this crossing was easier, but yet this one had a
rope to get you to the other side.  (I didn't use the rope)

After the final river crossing, we only had a mile to go to the finish!  We were soon back on very familiar territory for the short section that overlapped with Mile 10 of the race and brought us to the finish.  Despite extremely fatigued legs, I was able to run fairly well for this section to and through the finishing chute (downhill finish helped!), where Jana was still waiting despite my much later than anticipated finish.
Final strides into the finishing chute



Headed for the finish

Completed the QMT 50!

Final result:  8:10:57, 92nd of 264 male finishers  Full results here  (Surprisingly 4th in my age group and all finishers ahead of me were younger than me.)

Jana helped me to get food while I took off my shoes, laid down and sunk into one of the giant beanbag chairs they had setup, and relaxed.

We were handed wine glasses after crossing the finish.
This was one of a very few events where I would have preferred
to get a medal or shirt, but it's all fine and a nice memento.

What went well:
  • First and foremost, the entire race organization was simply very well executed.  From registration to website to the bib to communications before, during, and post-race, it was all very clear.
  • I finished the race!  That's not to be taken lightly.
  • The aid stations were fantastic and very well stocked.  I roughly estimate I had 40 pieces of watermelon, 20 pieces of fudge, 3.5 liters of water, and various other snacks (in addition to the 7 GUs and 2 Honey Stinger waffles that I brought myself).  The aid station volunteers were polite, friendly, and helpful.
  • The course was certainly challenging!
  • The course was scenic.  Not mind-blowingly scenic like Iceland's Laugavegur 55K, but a lot of scenic sections, including mountain views, river crossings, and an amazing waterfall.
  • My VJ Spark shoe worked splendid for me.  I saw a few runners slip or slide on wet technical sections, but not me.  Despite being targeted as a shorter distance shoe, I had zero issues.
  • Staying at the race host hotel, onsite at the finish line, was in retrospect a very smart idea.  (We had considered staying 45 minutes south in charming Quebec City.)  The cost wasn't outrageous, and after finishing this race, I didn't want to go out anywhere for dinner, never mind drive to another hotel to stay.
  • Host hotel was very nice, adjacent to the finish, and had a lot of amenities, including breakfast and dinner options, a coffee shop that stayed opened late and also served light meals, and was very dog-friendly.
    Nice, modern, clean hotel:
    Delta Hotels Mont Sainte Anne Resort

    Looking out our bedroom balcony on the swimming
    pools below (which we used) and the finish line
    area just beyond that

    Apparently Brady enjoyed himself at the hotel
    as well, as this how we found him when we returned
    from dinner the first night!

What could've gone better:
  • If I'm being honest with myself, I way underestimated just how difficult this race would be for me.  And that's after reading race reviews, watching videos, and reading other blog race reports.
  • I didn't fuel enough.  Just like in Iceland, and similar that I should have fueled earlier in the race.
  • This one is minor, but I really prefer the orange construction style flags (like we put out at WTAC trail races) instead of the pink ribbon fabric up in the trees.  I went off course only once, and it was in a very technical section at Mestachibo where I didn't see the pink ribbon up and off to the right and only got back on course because other runners yelled to me.
  • I didn't bring a cup.  I knew this race would be cupless (as is a trend at some races, like it or not) as the race is extremely environment conscious, but I didn't fathom that I would need one given that I had a pack with a bladder.  I have a collapsible water cup that fits easily into my pack pockets, and it would have been helpful to come up to aid stations and get a cup of Gatorade (or whatever the equivalent drink with electrolytes they had).  So I only drank water the entire way.
A full 42 male runners (about 16%) started but did not finish (DNF), and I was NOT amongst them!  That in and of itself was an accomplishment for me.  While I'm not proud of my finishing time, I am very proud to have completed this very challenging 50K race!

Thursday, August 17, 2023

Weekly Log 7-Aug to 13-Aug-2023: Cape Cod & Islands Trip

Monday:  8
Edgartown, MA.  Mid-morning drive to Falmouth, MA, to take a ferry out of Woods Hole.  Wasted a lot of time getting to the actual terminal on account of the first parking lot (which is already four miles away from the terminal) being full, and then being instructed to drive to an overflow lot another five miles further away, and then waiting twenty minutes for a shuttle bus, 15 minutes for the bus ride itself to the terminal, 40 minute ferry ride to Martha's Vineyard, and then probably another 15 minutes trying to find a taxi for a 15 minute ride to Manuel Correllus State Forest.

I looked online and found that dogs were allowed on the ferry, but I wasn't
sure about the local buses and I saw zero other dogs in line, so I asked. 
I loved the response I got back from an older gentlemen employee: 
"Actually, we prefer dogs over humans!"
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When we were pulling in to park, the first parking attendant noticed
Brady in the back seat, pointed to him, and asked us to hold on
as he hurriedly went into a building.  Does Brady need a special sticker?
Do we need to go into a special area?  He returned and solved the mystery
as he handed Brady a treat!  (He didn't have any treats for Matthew or me.)

He just laid down and behaved,
bothering no one.  (No, he did
not use the seatbelts.)

As soon as we got on the ferry, an official pointed to Brady, the
only dog I saw on the ferry.  Uh-oh, now what?  He then said to me,
"I get along great with dogs; people not so much."
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I think Brady wasn't too sure about his first ever ferry ride, 
but it all went well.  He just minded his own business, and stayed
away from people other than the ones that asked if they could
pet him.

Finally made it to the trails at Manuel Correllus State Forest.
Brady .was warm for our 8-mile run and there were no streams,
but I carried a hydration pack with water and a collapsible 
dog bowl for him.

Tuesday:  13
Wellfleet, MA.  Parked at White Crest Beach to start and finish our run.  Explained to attendant that we were just parking here to go for a run, not to use the beach, and asked what we needed to pay.  The beach lot was nearly empty between less than ideal beach weather (windy and overcast) and multiple recent great white shark sightings, including as close as 10 yards offshore.
Shark warning sign where we parked

This was a really fun run!  After leaving the beach parking lot, we were immediately running on pine needle covered single-track through pitch pine forests.
Where do you see trails that look like this?
Reminded me more of runs I've done in the south.

About halfway through our run, we came upon some pretty impressive and dramatic cliffs along the ocean.  Unfortunately, that was soon followed by some overgrown trails that really scratched up the legs.  We just had to completely stop and walk for about 1/4 mile of almost bush-whacking through overgrowth.  Turning away from the coast, the trails again became runnable, but I was pretty itchy by then.

Dramatic and deserted beaches

Ten miles into the run, we came upon a public beach on Long Pond on appropriately named Long Pond Road.  There were no signs saying "No Dogs" and there no people at all at the beach, probably given that it was just starting to rain and we could hear the rumbling of thunder.  So the three of us all went into the pond for a dunk and this also gave us the opportunity to wash off the itchy overgrowth on us.

We continued on as it got really dark and the thunderstorm was upon us with a downpour.  In the final mile, the trails were soaked and became "rivers" in spots that we were just splashing through.  Got back to the beach start/finish and the attendant and lifeguards were completely gone.  The restrooms were still open, though, so I used these to my advantage to towel off and change into dry clothes.  Such a fun adventure!

Wednesday:  9
Charlestown, RI.  Late morning 'round Watchaug Pond.  3 miles with Matthew, and then the rest solo on a mix of roads and VG Trail.  

Thursday:  13
AM:  Exeter, RI.  10 mile Arcadia run with Matthew and Brady, loop from the check station.  Mostly dirt roads, with a few trails.  Lots of deerflies chasing us; they should be gone in a couple of weeks.  The streams were flowing nicely.  Oddly, the Wood River at finish was colder than it was a month ago, most likely due to all the recent rains.  What a nice difference from the draught last summer.  That river dunk and swim was awesome!

PM:  Stonington, CT.  3 miles.  Stonington XC course refresher with Justin and Matt, as I'll be away for the actual event.

Friday:  8
Groton, CT.  Haley Farm State Park with Matthew and Brady.  I really dragged as my legs were very tight.

Saturday:  5
Hopkinton, RI.  WTAC monthly group run.  Small but fun group, including Brady.  Easy conversational pace on dirt roads, keeping it shorter than normal due to race tomorrow.
Dirt roads of Yawgoog


Sunday:  9
Narragansett, RI.  Bobby Doyle Summer Classic.  Separate write-up to follow.

Weekly mileage:  65 run

Weekly synopsis:  Really good run week, including unexpectedly running well at Bobby Doyle.

Weekly highlight:  Cape Cod adventure run on Tuesday.

Weekly lowlight:  Not getting in any bike or swim training.