So naturally, we needed to run a 50K for our anniversary.
The actual day fell on a Tuesday, and since very few races start on a Tuesday, we looked for a race on the weekend before or after that date. The Saturday after had two candidates: The Coastal Montara Mountain 50K, with about 6700 feet of climbing (YIKES!), or the ITR Lake Chabot 50K, with a much more manageable 4200 feet of climbing (still a lot of YIKES there).
Even though we had done three races at Lake Chabot in the last two months, we chose the easier route and to do a fourth there. As the date approached though, it became more apparent that I was not going to actually be up to a 50K, so we struck on the brilliant idea of a 31K (the ITR 30K distance plus a bonus 1K to round it off).
Important Note: I took a LOT of pictures of a LOT of friends out at this race. I would love to put them all in this post, but these things are too long as they are, so I am going to try to restrain myself. Instead, I'll include the link here that you can use to see all those pictures. This is still going to be a long post though.
|Nairb, not his real name, getting his bib from Haras, not her real name. They both whipped me good, not that that is saying much.|
|Artac, not her real name, holding Namurt, not his real name, with Mrs Notthat while being expertly photobombed by Knarf, not his real name either.|
I snuck out in front of the start line to get a quick picture of the masses. The race had sold out and it was a large crowd of 50K, 30K, and Half runners basking in the sun and raring to go.
It really was a beautiful and calm day. It was fun to be able to see so many runners so far ahead of me.
|The Bridge of Death.|
The fun thing about the IRT Lake Chabot course is that most of it is on trails that were not used by the previous three races. This meant some new lakeshore views.
My arch-nemesis, Yram (not her real name), was running the Half, so I was trying the same tactic as with Namurt in trying to beat her to the nine mile split. I was slowly catching up to her.
|Blue ribbons mean don't go that way. Naturally we would have to take the uphill trail. Naturally.|
Lake Chabot's water level is quite low, but it still looks really pretty.
Finally, at about mile 5.6, I made it to the first aid station.
|Those two rocks must have one heck of an agent to get the naming rights like that.|
And then I heard her taunting me as I stumbled up a hill that she was practically skipping up. She blew past me. I tried to keep up but there was no hope. She was well out of sight when I finally made it to the Half/30K trail split.
|The second aid station, about mile 10.|
|Part of the significant climbing. This would have been nearly impassable two weeks ago in the rain.|
After a fun downhill bit we joined back up with the Half course and hit our third aid station at mile 14.3. At this point we were back on familiar ground, and it was about four miles to the finish.
One thing that ITR does at some races where it works out is to put up a "1 mile to go" sign, which is a great idea. Unless someone decides it would be funny to move it out further. Apparently this sign had been steadily migrating out on the course - at this point there were still nearly two miles to go.
And finally the finish line! I had thought if I had a great day I might break four hours, but more realistic was breaking 4:30. I ended up just barely breaking five hours - this race was really hard on me for some reason.
And, as I mentioned way back in the beginning, my race wasn't actually over yet.
|Ydna (not his real name) at the last of the video cameras.|
Mrs Notthat had finished her 30K a LONG time ago, and was pretty well rested by the time I finally showed up. So, with a burger in her hand, we headed out to get that last 1K in. It was fun spending some time with Mrs Notthat wandering along the trail without a timer breathing down our back.
When we got back, Mr ITR surprised us with a cake! (OK, technically he only surprised me since Mrs Notthat already knew about this. She had contacted him a few days earlier to ask if it would be OK for her to bring a cake, and Mr ITR had to admit that the cake had already been handled.)
|Mr ITR did a fine job adding all the words, and even managed to spell them right. I forgot to ask what flavor of GU he used.|
|Picture by Eibbed. Mrs Notthat was really nervous about this - I don't remember whose idea this was, but it was not something we actually did at our wedding.|
This race was tougher than I thought it would be, but was still a lot of fun. There were so many friends there that the kilometers just flew by. Having that cake at the end was very special (in part because I felt obligated to eat several pieces, completely guilt free).
In any case, I survived the 31 milestone and am happy that for next year, the number 32 has nothing I can think of to relate to it.
Only a crazy person would want to do a 32K.
That's it - move along…
PS: Here is that link again if you want to see more of my pictures from the day.