Wednesday, July 27, 2011

So, You Want To Pace...

I'm going to aim for the knockout points right up front, and flat out tell you that the ideal pacer is above the average runner, and a tough, lean, canny guide and wily co-competitor for the above-average runner. The ideal pacer is an expert, the ghillie for the hunt here, and if you're gunning for a buckle, all the positive help you can get is for the better.
However, we all start at the beginning. If this is your first time pacing, think very carefully about the following:
  • Are you up for "running" [or not] above or below your comfort zone?
  • Do you have romantic notions about the task ahead of you? This encompasses both overt or cryptic attachments to your runner [provided you know them], and/or the business about being out all night and the brutal part of the day.
  • Have you run at night? More than once? On the course? In bad weather?
  • Do you have an urgent, time-sensitive appointment Saturday or Sunday? Too bad. You'll miss it, guaranteed.
Quiz Time, campers! Read on.
  1. Your runner is dehydrating slowly. He/she grinds to a halt, is disoriented, perhaps delusional. Are you ready for it? Then what?
  2. Are you ready to look at a urine stream in the middle of the night to check its color? What does it mean if its the color of ice-tea? What happens if they also have diarrhea at the same time?
  3. Your flashlight goes dead. Got a spare bulb/battery?
  4. Your runner's quads blow up. He/she bellows "My quads blew up! Got any ibuprofen/NSAIDs/Aspirin?" What is the best answer?
  5. Your runner is insecure about where they are. Do you know the course? Have you run it before? Have you run it at night, after being up all day, perhaps crewing?
  6. Do you have the ability to keep silent when needed? Your runner may need to get something off their chest, and it could be real deep. Don't act surprised if they don't like you personally right then. Hundreds take the paint down to bare metal, and the fun is long-gone by mile 70.
  7. Does it piss you off to run behind somebody? What do you see?
CHEATSHEET ANSWERS
  1. Electrolytes. Start pounding them until they stabilize. Delusional behavior will probably continue until they begin to rehydrate. It won't be pretty.
  2. Big-ass trouble. Start pounding fluids, electrolytic, and keep checking the whiz stream until its clear. Brown urine and diarrhea mean that the fluids aren't being absorbed into the body, starving the kidneys, and the fluids are free-falling out the afterburner.
  3. You'd better. And if your runner ditches you, tough shit.
  4. "Keep running, there's nothing you can do about it!" Best piece of advice I ever heard, from Jim O'Brien, 1996 AC, on Echo Mtn. If we'd stopped and dicked around, I'd still be out there. I buckled.
  5. Whatever you know is gonna have to do. Unless you know the course cold, "we're almost there" is the best way to get stabbed.
  6. Maintain awareness. Some people like talking. Monitor. Mood swings are par for the course. Do not assume anything. Its not about you.
  7. For instance, once, a long time ago, I was pacing a friend at WS, and it dawned on me that he was only swilling from the ice-water bottle. The electrolyte bottle was in his 1-bottle fanny-pack *and* he had a flashlight in the other hand. It became clear that he was dehydrating via reduced electrolytes.
I put a funnel in his face and Gator-bonged him. He buckled.

CONCLUSION

Pacing is about your runner. Don't expect them to be grateful. Try to learn from it all.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S ONE MORE THING!

Inches from a clean getaway, huh? For all you runners out there who *might* get the idea that the pacer is Your Personal Bitch for the duration—wrong.

Pacers, and crews especially, have given up their weekend. They could be getting drunk or laid, and not have to put up with any of this, and you especially. If you are romantically involved with your pacer, and they help you with your epic PR, whatever, you owe them. Big Time. You're bright, you'll figure it out. Or not.

Monday, July 25, 2011

2011 AC100: Heat, Dust And Dreamz

Your race reality should be so clear.
Hanta ho, truthseekers!  From The Endurance Suburb Of The World®™, the 24th AC100!

All the putatively anointed pre-race favorites saw their races end prematurely. Jorge Pacheco and Keira Henniger were done by Chantry. I suspect Jorge's exit was accelerated by prancing around at Badwater 2 weeks earlier, when he should've been tapering. Don't know what happened to Keira, can't comment or speculate, which cripples another life on TV. Mine, not hers.

From the top of Baden-Powell, I had less than 20min to myself before Jorge Pacheco hove into view. More on that in a bit. I'd spent a restless night camped out at the base, complete with phantom memories of pre-race nerves. Quarter moon, stars, utterly delicious. It wasn't even my race, but 20 years of direct connection to the AC100 beast has left a deep imprint.

Jorge was first over the top around 0800. I had just settled in 15min prior, after a sleepless night down in the Vincent Gap lot, with eventual winner Dominic Grossman was 2nd over 30min later; feeling a bit wobbly after a projectile-vomit fest at Vincent. There were gaps in the parade, with the main pulse passing by 0900, finished by 1000. Maggie Beach was leading by seconds at that point, later passed by Keira, and the eventual winner Paulette Zillmer. No, I don't have her time and splits. You'll adjust.

Tom Neilsen was steady in 5th place, working his way up the ladder as the race wore on, finishing in the top 5 or so. Later he observed that he saw idiots racing up Baden-Powell "burning 30min of energy get a 6min advantage". They paid for it all later.

Dom G took it in 20:20, which is good given the conditions. Yes, he trained like a mo-fo, and no, somehow he didn't blow his taper at Hard Rock, pacing. I wouldn't recommend it, but what the hell.

The Elder Wheezers reading this will get a tear welling up from one eye remembering that July used to be a peak training month, getting your heat-mojo in order, so it would get tickled but not beaten in on Race Day. Oh, epic memories!

All images here: the finish line, all matters of forensic evidence.

Yours in the sanctity of holy ultrarunning, in the greatest ultras of them all®™, etc

Mr Trail Safety