Oh little
did I know about the SD Trail Running Championships in the Black Hills of South
Dakota. A 16K (km) event with ~13,700' elevation change on some amazing trails close to home (only a 6-7 hour drive :)). This distance would not be a full
out sprint like a 5K and also not a trotting event like a 50 miler.
Nevermind rehabbing. I’ll go out, run the race and
continue rehab the day after. Also, it’s on my birthday. Must be a sign to go
and run it.
Due to work
keeping me late and other smaller things adding up, Christina and I didn’t get
going until about 7pm on Friday night. (Race time was 11am the next morning).
Winds have been around 20mph the whole day and now it was pitch black driving
across the South Dakotan prairie. I had a good nutritional dinner while driving
(KFC!) and I knew I was primed for a great race the next day. We arrived at the
Hotel just a shade under 1.30am. I quickly walked the dog, who loves the Black
Hills for its awesome trails almost as much as I do.
I woke up
early. Giddy for the race I started getting dressed and finally woke my Surf
and Christina by playing the “Circle of Life” song from the Lion King. You
know…… BAAAA BAABENYAAAAA BABADEEEE BABAWA……. What a great start J
We grabbed
a quick breakfast at a local gas station and went to the trail head. It was a
very low key event. Maybe 100ish people in total had lined up for the two
distances (10km & 16km). After a brief warm up, the gun signaled the start
of the race, which began on about 200 yards of downhill road running. I felt
the urge to take the overall lead, but knew this would be trouble about 5
minutes later when we begin the uphill section. I settled into 6th
place entering the trail head and was carried purely on adrenalin for the next
10 minutes. It was a straight up and I simply tried to stick onto the heels of
the runner in front of me. I failed after 10 minutes and let the leading group
take off. I looked behind and noticed that I had also separated from the
following group. Unfortunately, I didn’t research the route well enough so that
I waited a moment for the next people to catch up to guide the way.
This was
the time I noticed that my heart rate must’ve been close to 200bpm. The
constant uphill was putting more stress on my body that I was used to. I can
run fast on the flatlands of Brookings County. But now at incline and a higher
overall elevation I learned my lesson. I let about 15 people pass over the next
mile while trying to catch my breath. In spite of my pre-race ambitions I
clocked an abysmal 12:37min/ 2nd mile of the race. The way I felt, I
didn’t feel like going another 8 miles. I trooped on for another mile and was
now by myself. Nobody I saw in front and no one behind me. This helped me realize how beautiful today
was. My wife agreed to drive out here with me on a 13-14 hour round trip for a
brief weekend, so I can run a silly little race. It was a sunny day in the
beautiful Black Hills and I was doing what I loved. I am not going to quit. I
will walk this baby in if I have to and have fun doing it. After a brief walk
(3-5minutes) I reach another summit and saw only downhill in front of me.
Awesome. 
Jumping
from root to root and rock to rock and swiftly went downhill and continued
accelerating around the switchbacks holding on to trees at the turnarounds so
not to run off trail. I got a runners high, which I usually only get during
marathons or ultramarathons. This ended way too soon for my liking but I did
catch up with another runner. Together we tackled the next uphill and I simply
put one foot in front of the other and followed him as closely as possible. We
caught up to two other runners and started a fairly flat section of the trail,
which should continue for about 2 miles. We were about half way through the
race and I decided to push my luck and go for broke. I put my head down and
started pumping my legs on a short uphill and then on the flats. After 5
minutes, I looked back and saw no one. Ok, good. Don’t get complacent. Keep
pushing. 5 more minutes go by. Good, I just clocked a 8 minute mile. Good, the
road speed I have is helping separating me from the stronger mountain runners.
I see now
another runner on the switchbacks on the mountain on the other side of the
small valley separating us. I take him as my target and try to reel him in
shortly. I forget about the race. The total distance doesn’t matter at this
point. I need.to.catch.this.runner.
The next
downhill goes by in a blur and I take a spill at the end of it. Laughing at
myself I begin the next uphill and catch the guy. He looks strong, but I don’t
want to drag this out into a long duel, which he would sure win. I pretend I am
Usain Bolt (or Kilian Jornet for mountain runners) and mountain goat the next
uphill getting away from him so that he doesn’t realize how hard I am currently
breathing and that I should slow down.
The rest of
the race is all downhill and I start to accelerate downhill more and more and
more. The funny thing is that my heart actually slowed down here and my
breathing normalized as well as I was putting in less effort going fast
downhill than slow uphills.
The race
ended up being about 1 mile longer than advertised, which only added to the
fun. The muddy downhill portion of the end of the race guided me over boulders
and loose rocks, but I never saw another runner. I had finally gotten into the
right rhythm for mountain running and clocked my last mile at under 7min/mile.
I finished 8th overall.
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| Christina and Surf are seen on the left side waiting for me to finish |
