Newton Hills 50K 2017
This race was on my bucket list for quite some
time. The strange thing with Ultra-races in the Dakotas is that there is only 7
that I know of, and 3 are within 8 days of each other! I decided to run my
owned coined „Double“ this year. Meaning, after the prior weekend’s 12 hour
race (64.17 miles), i decided to also compete in the 50K (31 miles) the
following weekend. I can tell you upfront, I may switch up the distances in the
future, as there is a 6 Hour option and an either 20K or 30K option. I tend to
reach for the limits whenever I find a unique chance like this one.
obligatory pre race equipment pic |
After the successful prior race, I considered
anything today would be gravy. Mostly, I was interested in seeing how well my
body had recovered since the 64 mile effort a week prior. I knew that wasn’t my
best performance (short by 13 miles/21KM), but I knew I wanted to save some
energy for the 50K, so it’s all relative.
It was quite cold once I reached the depths of
Newton Hills State Park in Southeastern South Dakota. I was listening to a
podcast about how the Secret Service works at the time. The topic isn’t
relevant, only that it was non-running to keep my nerves down. Start/Finish area incl. aid station |
Parking my car, I was happy to be running the
50K. We were starting an hour before the 30K runners and had therefore dips on
the parking spots. There were only 12 or so of them. The next people had to
park down the road and walk about a half to ¾ of a mile to the starting line.
Suckers. I would never want to walk that far!
The temps were chilling. The few people
already at the Start/Finish area setting up their drop bags, were huddled
around a small campfire, which in one way is nice of the race directors, Karen
and Nancy, but also quite punishing later on as we had to run best that warm
heavenly shelter and keep going back into the cold dark woods. Ultra’s are
sadistic beasts. Only us maniacs consider them fun.
prime drop bag spot |
I layed down my four pre-prepped bottles of
Arizona Sweet Tea (those $0.99 ones you find in every gas station). Each had
the bottle carrier pouches filled with Endurance Tap Maple Syrup (organic
endurance gels). This way I could be in and out of the aid station in literally
under 2 seconds! No reason to spend extra time out there!
The frosted grass tips cracked ever so
slightly under our shoes as we approached the starting line. Nervous jokes were
made and everyone got ready to start their watches. Looking around, I saw
concentrated faces and steam rising from their heads and their breath was
visible in the collective glow of everyone’s headlights. It was 6:01am. 17
degrees Fahrenheit (-9 Celsius). The signal was given and off we went. Cold air
filling our lungs on the first big strides that loosened our legs as we
commenced our journey for the day.
We had a couple hundred yards on an open grass
field before the route went into single track heaven. That was enough to allow
the fast guys upfront to gap the field and get going and us other runners to
get in a forced slow rhythm behind, which allowed us to conserve some energy.
This first loop turned out to be my least favorite, despite feeling physically
the best this early on. We were so tight together, that I couldn’t see anything
but the feet from the runner right in front of me. Picture this: a foot of dirt
single track, ever changing in direction and random roots and rocks thrown in
for fun.
Despite my awesome 2000 lumens from Gears Spheres, I couldn’t shine my
light through the guy in front of me and so I stumbled quite often as I
had to react to things tripping me the distance of a Subway footlong away! Add
into this that after the front pack (3-5 guys) my chaser group took a wrong
turn (the directors clearly said „always turn right!“, so for some reason I
told the guy in front of me: „Go right here!“.
stuck. |
Served me well.
I made up for my gaff by once again convincing
everyone else to follow my direction, because I recognized the little wooden
bridge crossing. „We just did this 10 minutes ago! We need to turn around!“ We
picked up a handful of other runners who were following our headlamps and we were
back on course shortly after.
That incident helped taking the self-imposed
pressure out of the race. Now, I also had another excuse for not doing well
today! This was now a 51K!
The rest of the first loop was uneventful. I
recognized most of the trail even in the dark, as I had purposefully come down
here a couple of times to run this park without pressure and study the course.
I knew the big climbs coming up (Big considering the local natural features
(300 feet/ 100 meters) and was looking forward to getting into a rhythm to be
repeated five times total today.
I noticed the final half to quarter mile was
all on an extreme downhill, which I loved! I happen to be crazy (or
inexperienced enough with falls) that I go balls out! It’s no longer running,
but control falling. I tend to extend my arms into an „airplane“ position in
that situation to keep my balance, but I will run those section at least 3-4
times faster than most other runners. Take what the trail gives you!
Team Frost Beard! |
My aid station strategy paid off big time.
Each lap I threw my empty bottle from a few feet away and picked up a new one
without barely breaking my stride. Chance and other runners took a few moments
to gather their items and thus I was able to start breaking away. He is such a
strong runner though that even my aid station advantage only lasted for a few
minutes and he cruised right up to me again.
After two loops we ditched our headlamps as we
could now make out the trail in the immersing sunrise and welcomed the warming
sunshine to hopefully begin to melt our already fully established frost beards!
all of us do. all of us. |
The fourth go around was a mental and physical
challenge. I couldn’t push too hard if I wanted to finish strong. My calf
muscles threatened to lock up on the long steep uphills and their twitching
took all of my attention so that i forgot to pick up my feet and on a few
occasions I nearly ate some nice trail dirt. The stumbling helped me remember
something that I learned a couple of years back. Usually when I run low on
calories, I stop picking up my feet and generally don’t watch where I’m going
very well. I downed the rest of my sweet tea with another Endurance Tap Gel and
played the patience game until that sugar would hit my blood stream and help me
refocus. I was elated when I was on the last downhill, knowing that I would only have to do this ordeal one more time.
end of final downhill section |
However, the fifth and final loop was no
ordeal at all. Even though it turned out to be my slowest loop of the day, I
felt quite fast. The 20K and 30K runners were mostly finished so that I had
plenty of room to run and any runner in my sight was a competitor (even though
a few were being lapped, they still seemingly pulled me towards them so that
the last few miles went by in a blurr. I found myself once again within about a
mile of the finish and knew I’d be getting in under 5 hours, which was my main
goal for the day. Not close to PR levels, but this challenging course was here
for me to learn. I made up a spot or two and within a quarter mile of the
finish flew by yet another runner on that kamikaze downhill (at least the way I
run it).
At the end, I came in 7th overall at 4:52h. The winner ran an insane 4:03h for a new course record. These young college kids!
The sweatsoaked shirt had become a detriment
quickly and I changed in my nearby parked car. Huddling up at the camp fire
restored some energy as I cooled off rapidly after finishing. To my surprise
Chance was turning the final corner and went by crossing the finish line.
Turned out that I passed him when we went by the aid station between loops 4
and 5. He told me later he bonked hard. If he gets his nutrition right, he’ll
win some of these in the future (Keep it up!)
aid station by day |
The entire race was a great organized event
(nice work Karen and Nancy!) and every runner I spoke to attested to the fun
they had despite the freezing temps. I’ll definitely come back again, but now it’s
time to rest a bit. My legs have carried me far between those 8 days and I was
contemplating another „short“ little marathon the following week in Utah.