Beware the dried mango!

It's been a while since I've last put something up here - that was the post about the Emerald Bay trail run at Lake Tahoe where I did my right ankle in. It has taken a long time for that ankle to heal, and I've tried to be extremely patient with it. This post is let me know that I've haven't exactly been idle during that time, even if the longest distance I've done since September 18th is a 10K just a week ago.

For the first two weeks, I was pretty much useless, activity-wise. I religiously took the elevator to and from my office on the third floor since the stairs were pure torture, especially going down.

Week two after the injury, I volunteered at Brazen's Rocky Ridge race while Mrs Notthat ran the 10K. My volunteering ended up being dominated by guarding a yellow jacket nest (and getting several stings in the process).

A semi-brave ranger trying to convince the yellow jackets to leave the runners alone. (It helped, but yellow jackets don't give up easily.)

Week three, Htenaj (not her real name) was trying to get a ride from the beach to the start of the PCTR Skyline to the Sea race. Mrs Notthat and I decided to give her the ride and then hang out to see all the friends we had running in the race. I ended up taking a bunch of pictures as an unofficial volunteer, and it was all a blast! No FOMO for us!

This was pretty close to the start, but still, that's an impressive jump by Essej (not his real name). He takes a LOT of trail running pictures for Let's Wander Photography, and he knows how hard it can be to catch a runner in the air like that - I was thrilled that this came out!

Week four was the one month anniversary of the ankle thing, so I decided to try walking a fairly mild 5K - the Brazen Tarantula race. I mean, I had the huge spider and it needed to get some trail time!

Picture by Brazen volunteer Jay.

That race went OK, but hills caused some pain so I decided that I wasn't quite ready yet, and that I should stick with volunteering for a bit longer.

Week five saw me at the Cardiac aid station at the PCTR Eldrith Gosney's Pure Ultra.

It was all Htenaj's fault (still not her real name) - De (not his real name) and I were just collateral damage.

The spider made an appearance, greeting the runners with either a friendly wave or a rude gesture, we weren't sure which.

Week six was spent volunteering at the ITR Oakland Hills race. It had rained a lot the previous day, and was supposed to rain more later, but it turned out to be perfect weather for the race.

Helping Rimidalv (not his real name) and his daughter set up his aid station.

Week seven saw my ankle feeling a lot better - I had even done short bits of running during the week and it responded well. So I bravely signed up for the Brazen Diablo Stomp 5K with the intent of being careful on anything technical, but trying to run as much as I could of the rest. (By this point my fitness was pretty laughable, so running a whole 5K was not going to happen.)

Picture by Brazen volunteer Nosaj, not his real name. 

That race went really well, not counting that I was pretty well done in by such a short distance. But wow - the gloves were off and I was ready to get after it!

But first, we decided to spend a week in Maryland visiting Mrs Notthat's sister Nwad and her squeeze Nnelg (not their real names) - so no racing in week eight, although there was a lot of hiking (I suspect Nwad hasn't quite recovered yet).

That's Nnelg, Nwad, and Mrs Notthat doing the worst re-creation ever of the Beatles Abbey Road cover, although the fall trees add a really nice touch.

For week nine, I decided to open it up at the ITR Peacock Gap 10K. It rained the whole race, and while the trails held up well, I was a bit tentative so my "opening it up" was very cautious and conservative. But still, it was a blast and I came out of it very well.

This excellent shot was by the same guy doing that jump way back on week three. Note the rain and the puddle that I emptied by stomping in it.

Now, it's time for the bad news, and the explanation of the dried mango bit in the title.

The day after I "ran" that 5K in week seven, I bit into a dried mango and broke a front tooth. My wonderful dentist spent his Sunday afternoon fixing me up with a temporary tooth, but my eating was going to be severely cramped for a while.

And as week ten approached, I found out that that wasn't even the worst of it. The day before the Brazen Nitro Turkey race (on a Thursday known mostly for football), I had surgery to remove the tooth. When I told the Dr. that I was going to make the most of my missing tooth by being a redneck in the race I was running the next day, he didn't take it well. In the end, he grudgingly agreed that I could walk the 5K, but doing more of a "mall stroll" than a power hike. (The worry was my heart rate - he wanted to keep it low for at least seven days.)

So I strolled it with the grandkids.

Picture by Brazen volunteer Annahs (not her real name). Gap-toothed grin courtesy a piece of dried mango. The cans on the head were labeled "Turky Gravy". My first race ever wearing jeans!

This turned out to be a lot of fun, even if I had to take it easy. On the following Saturday, I walked the 5K at the rainy Brazen Quarry Turkey, this time doing something between a mall stroll and a power hike.

This time the cans were filled with Pesto-Bismol.

And that's about it - you are officially caught up. Next weekend will be spent running the 10K at the Coastal SF race (my favorite SF-based race) and volunteering at the North Face Endurance Challenge on Sunday.

It's been a long road recovering from that stupid little hole that ended up causing me to twist my ankle, but it's all pretty much over now. I'm still wearing a brace when running, but things feel almost 100% at this point. It's going to take a bit for me to regain my trail running confidence though, not to mention getting my fitness back to a decent level.

And don't get me started on the dangers of dried mango.

That's it - move along…

Emerald Bay Trail Run - "Flat and Fast"?

While looking through a recent issue of Trail Runner Magazine (motto: "One dirty magazine!"), I came across a mention of the Tahoe Trail Running Series Emerald Bay Trail Run. There were four things that made this catch my attention:

• It was said to be infested with beauty.
• It was only seven miles long.
• It was "flat and fast," which seemed wildly unlikely given what I knew about the Tahoe area. But still, that's what it said.
• It was on Mrs Notthat and my 34th first date anniversary.

So we decided to make a nice four day weekend out of the race.

Side note: We stayed at a place called the Beach Retreat & Lodge in South Lake Tahoe. It was really nice, and right on the lake with a nice beach, but there was a wedding every night we were there. The receptions were generally pretty loud, but always stopped at 9 PM. It was still pretty odd and got a bit old.

This was the last of the weddings. The fun thing at this one - three different dogs were walked down the aisle. Two of the dogs really wanted to keep going and play in the lake.

The course was on an amazing trail that went around the edge of Emerald Bay, passed through the famous (for something or other) Vikingsholm buildings, then along the shoreline of Lake Tahoe to DL Bliss State Park.

The "flat and fast" claim is apparently based on definitions of those terms that apply only to races in the Tahoe area. The trails were often littered with trip hazards and lots of stone steps and hills. Nothing horrific, but on a course with so many views, it was sad to have to spend so much time watching your step. Fortunately, I'm fine with not going fast and stopping frequently to take pictures.

My GPS said there was just a bit over 1000 feet of climbing on this course, centered around an altitude of 6300 feet, which was not insignificant.

The race started at the Lower Eagle Point campground at Emerald Bay State Park. This campground closed after Labor Day, so we had the run of the joint to ourselves, and were basically directed to park in the various campsites.

It was in the 30s when we left the hotel, but had warmed up to the 50s by the time the race started.

From near the start, a heavily filtered view of Emerald Bay.

The brave Notthatlucas's practicing our game faces.

RD: "There's beer, a beach, and a cold lake to soak your body in at the finish. And almost nobody will get eaten by a bear"

We're off!

Because of the publicity and word getting around about how scenic this race is, they had about twice as many runners sign up this year (around 300) as last year. As tradition dictates, I started at the very back.

"Which way do I go?" Straight up was about right.

The race started with about a third of a mile on a paved uphill road. This seemed a bit odd, but it served as a great way to sort out the faster runners (namely not me) from the others before we made the turn onto the gnarly single-track downhill trail.

"Which way do I go?" I was passed by a stream of runners as I paused to take this stupid picture, but it was all worth it.

 

Once on the trail, it was a slow conga line for a while. I didn't mind much since going slow meant I could sneak looks at the views.

I wasn't the only one taking advantage of the views!

The downhill would have been pretty sweet to blast down without the congestion, but it did have its share of rocks and roots that likely would have doomed my blast.

We crossed a LOT of these sorts of bridges. There was one real water crossing, although you could avoid getting wet if you wanted to. Freaks.

The first couple of miles were pretty congested, but were also stunningly beautiful. There were a few runners determined to pass on the narrow trails, but for the most part, most were content to just keep moving at the group pace. 

I didn't realize I was already at the Vikingsholm area and, other than this shot of some out building, failed to get any nice shots of the main attraction.

By the time we hit the Vikingsholm area, the trail was smoother and wider which allowed the runners to better sort themselves out by speed.

The scenic is strong in this course.

Seriously strong.

Campers only a runner could love!

I knew we were getting fairly close to our aid station, and could hear a lot of noise coming from up ahead, so I assumed that was it. Instead, it was a group of campers banging pans and cups and making a ton of noise - it was truly awesome (unless you were camped close to them and hoped to sleep in).

Ranger cheers!

The aid station was at about mile 3.3 or so. I was carrying a large water bottle and had about half of it left at this point, but knew there were nearly four miles left and it was really warming up, so I topped it off (which ended up being one of my smartest moves this whole race).

There were a lot of boulders to dodge along this course, especially in the second half.

Then the main climb started. There was no elevation chart to look at before the race, so I really didn't know what to expect (beyond the "fast and flat" claim). This climb was not particularly steep (about 400 feet of climbing in a mile and a half), but it was a bit rugged with lots of steps and rocks.

Still with the views.

I had been looking forward to this downhill, and it was a lot of fun, even if you still had to watch your step.

The first of two race photographers.

By now we were on a stretch of trail that had a lot of normal hikers on it. This particular group was loudly cheering on the runners. They even lied and said I looked good.

A lot of the trail at this point really lived up to the "flat and fast" claim. But wow, if you stumbled here you could fall for a long time. People were opening up the running during this part. Even I got into the act. (And yes, you should start hearing the faint sounds of ominous music at this point.)

Another view. (Yawn.)

The second race photographer. "I don't think anyone has ever taken my picture before!"

The photographers were from Lefrak Photography, and they took some amazing pictures. The fun thing was that one picture of every runner was picked to be available for free (with the rest available for purchase). Even better, those free pictures were really stunning. This particular guy got these shots of us:

Photo by Lefrak Photography.

Photo (that somehow manages to make me look like a real runner) by Lefrak Photography.

One thing to note in the above pictures is how smooth the trail was. It was shortly after this, with about a mile to go, that I managed to step into a small hole and become one with the trail. I got scraped up a bit, but the real issue was that my ankle was pretty seriously tweaked.

Sadly, I failed to take a picture of the hole or talk a passing runner into taking my picture. My running was done for the day, but I was able to hobble reasonably well.

"Which way do I hobble?"

Going down steps was pure torture. And there were a lot of them scattered in that last mile.

The RDs anticipated how big of a klutz I would be, and kindly arranged for this chain rail to keep me from wandering off the cliff.

"Which way do I hobble?" This parking lot meant we were very nearly done.

"Which way do I… oh never mind."

Done! Finally!

Mrs Notthat ended up beating me by about four minutes - I think even if I had avoided the fall, she would have beaten me by at least a couple of minutes. For the record, this sand was not awesome on a damaged ankle.

There was a fairly long line for the beer, and standing in the sand was not something I needed to be doing in any case. Mrs Notthat verified that we were no threat for an age group award (a really nice thing was that they used five-year age groups!). There were other raffles going on as well, but I really needed to go take care of my ankle.

An odd thing about this race (and something to stress about if you are like me and prone to stressing) is that we were told we had to get our car out of that campground by 1 PM or it would be locked in until spring. The website said there would be a bus that held 15 people to shuttle us back to the car, and when I did the math about there being 300 runners and that the bus roundtrip would be 30 minutes (at least), I decided it would be good to get in the bus line ASAP.

As it turned out, the race people could do math as well, and provided two shuttle busses that held about 30 each. A bad thing was that the bus had to drop us off up at the main road and we would have to walk down to our car. Under normal circumstances, that would have been a fun downhill run to the car (about 1.3 miles it turned out - getting there early and getting a good spot worked against you at this point), but since I could only manage a hobble, this turned out to be a pretty long slog.

In the end, they controlled the gate out, and I'm sure they hung around until all the runners had made the shuttle back and gotten their cars out. Their real goal was to make sure someone didn't decide to make an afternoon of hanging out on the beach at the finish or get back to their car and take advantage of the empty campground for the afternoon.

I should have anticipated all this and not worried so much, but in the end it all worked out fine. (The ideal thing to do is to have a friend drop you off at the start and wait for you at the end. Another idea that crossed my mind was to finish the race, then turn around and do it again, this time with far fewer people.)

Once we got back to the car, Mrs Notthat took her shoes off to dump the sand and such out. Note how I managed to catch a shoe in midair as she flung it! (Or maybe she is using The Force to bring the shoe back to her.)

This race was a blast and well worth the effort to drive up from the Bay Area to attend. If your goal is to win, be sure to start up front and be OK with missing out on most of what makes this race so cool - the stunning views. If your goal is just to finish and enjoy the trails (which is the right way to do this race), do like me and just go slow and don't sweat the early conga lines. If someone can drop you off at the start and meet you at the finish, that's awesome and means you can really enjoy that beach area and the finish festivities. Even if that can't work out, it seems like they have it set up pretty good to get you back to your car, even if the math doesn't make it seem like it.

I tried "icing" my ankle in the lake, but the lake water was actually not all that cold.

Real icing, using the goody bag, on the porch at our room.

The Tahoe Trail Running Series has a number of events in the area, and I wouldn't hesitate to sign up for any of them based on this experience. (If you are a medal whore, you will be disappointed in this race though.) This was an amazingly beautiful course and I could see this race becoming an annual tradition for us.

Minus the ankle thing.

That's it - move along…

PS: I took a stunning number of pictures for a 7 mile race. I put all the useful ones here. You should be able to download them, but this is the first time I've tried to share this way (I miss the old Picasa way of doing things). Let me know in the comments if it works OK (or doesn't) for you.