Off Roading, Part two: #30, The Northface Challenge

 

 

I ran my 30^th marathon last Saturday, December 7^th, 2013.  I ran the 26.2 miles through the rightfully famed and epically gorgeous Marin Headlands in San Francisco, Ca.  The race is called the Northface Challenge because it is sponsored by Northface, and there are many different distances offered to “challenge” one self.  I chose my old standby marathon distance, but there were a 50K and 50 mile races offered that day as well. Honestly, I kind of felt a little wussy choosing half the distance,26.2 miles, but I just can’t quit my sweet 26.2.  The morning was cold, but sunny, as I met many amazing people as we hovered together around a heat lamp before we headed off to the start line where Marathon Man himself, Dean Karnazes, lead is in a quick pep talk, and then waved us all good luck and off we ran into nature.  Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, this was a trail runJ

 

I registered for this race in early February 2013, I was intrigued because it was going to be a real challenge for me. I knew the course was tough from talking with friends who had run it before, and I felt for the first time in a while a twinge of butterflies in my stomach when I clicked “Register” on the website.  I was nervous, scared actually, but still excited to learn more about running and myself through training and competing in this race.

The specific trail training I ran before this race could be described as minimal at best.   I ran the Santa Clarita marathon on 11/3, so I had only five weeks to properly prep for this race with putting in long runs in the hills, and even though I cranked out some great runs, I should have done much, much more in months prior. **PLEASE give yourself many miles on the trails if you choose to race a marathon in the dirt.  I had a ball discovering new trails above my YMCA where I swim, and galloping across familiar trails from my years on the Claremont Cross Country team, Go Wolfpack! However, this running life is its own journey, so now I know running on trails is valuable throughout the year, not just five weeks before a trail marathon…

The course can be described in three words: hilly, beautiful, and hilly… I was not surprised by the hills, but they were steep, and went up for miles. Therefore, I chose my strategy quickly; keep running for as long as humanly possible.  That may seem obvious, but most of my cohorts succumbed to walking up the hills during the first couple of miles, and I was not going to go along with the crowd this time around. I knew I had enough strength to run most of the way, not necessarily speed, this was not a PR course, but I kept chipping away at my own heart-rate controlled pace, and picked off “walkers” from mile five on.

There was a section of the race between mile 15 – 19 where we descended down and climbed up from Muir Beach and shared the course with the 50 milers, and 50K runners, studs that they were, what I noticed was that most, if not all of them were walking, and just looked dreadful.  On the other hand, I felt good.  Well, let me re-phrase that, my masochistic twin, “Terry”, was in full effect from mile 17 on, and I started to enjoy the grind, so I felt good, but I may have looked pretty terrible, too.

The finish line snuck up on me because one of the girls I met before the race said the race was slightly over 26.2  miles, so I was tracking my Garmin meticulously, and was shocked when the finish line coincided with just over 25 miles on  my watch, nevertheless I thundered on down the hill through the finish shoot with a broad smile, and cheerful quads to finally end the constant beating they endured for the last 4:41 hours.   

 

 

The real bonus to this endurance infused weekend in San Francisco was visiting with my sister, Sarah Fox, and cheering her on for her first marathon in Sacramento at the California International Marathon, the following Sunday.  Sarah has always been very special to me and it was a real honor to play a role in helping her train for, and ultimately crush the race.  Plus, I was able to meet her Super-Cyclist boyfriend and geek out in bike talk for a minute with him, which I rarely get to do, and then spend some quality time with my older brother Chris as we were “Spectator in Arms” along the charming streets of Sacramento rooting Speedy Sarah on to her first  marathon finish. 

 

This weekend was a challenge and success in time management, and luckily I was able to squeeze in a couple of hours between Sarah's marathon and my flight home visiting with Peter, Alexa, and my amazing niece and nephew, Kaia and Reed; the running force is strong in them, too.