Victory By Default
This race took place on 15 May, 2010. It has taken me 6 months to write a report, partly out of laziness and partly because it was hard to find positive things to say. But, as I say at the end of the post, it was a day for learning.
The route from Squamish to Whistler is one that I have travelled many times yet I didn’t know of any trail system that linked the two cities. My favourite running trails these days are those fabulous mountain bike trails in the Squamish area, so it seemed like a good fit for me. The cherry on top was that my good buddy, George, was keen to run it as well.
The Tenderfoot race consists of 3 different distances – 28 km, 55 km and 50 miles – and an option for relay teams as well. From my pre-race calculations, I knew that the shorter distance runners would hear their starting gun and be long gone by the time I arrived at those points. There were only 14 people at the starting line for the 50 miler at 5 am, so I knew that it would be a pretty quiet day on the trails. In the back of my mind, I expected to run with George only for the beginning of the day. I was keen to run my own race on my own and let George do the same. We both had different reasons for being out there and different goals to fulfil. I would be lucky to see anyone out there at all.
The first section of the course was familiar since we had scoped it out during one of Gottfried’s orientation runs. It all looked a little different in the early morning light, but we had no troubles figuring out which way to go at various junctions. George and I ran together and were in pretty good spirits, knowing that the day would be long. There were some long stretches of gravel trail on a river dike, beside the railroad and on the highway shoulder but there were also a few single track sections that were fun. Since I knew this part of the course, nothing came as a surprise.
The first cause for worry was at aid station #1 (13 km). There was a 10 litre jug of water and a 10 litre jug of something that looked like water. In the crap-shoot, I lucked out and refilled both bottles with water. George however was unlucky and ended up with two bottles full of some electrolyte drink that was quite undrinkable. Even after adding a nuun tablet, we both found it unpalatable. With knowledge of his common stomach issues, he decided to dump it and share some of mine until the next aid station.
At aid station #2 (28 km), we found that the 2 water jugs were now clearly labelled. Gail was there with a cooler full of race treats for George and all the options for clothing and hydration that you could dream of. We carried on and entered new territory of unknown trails.
The second cause for worry was just beyond aid station #2. Continue reading Tenderfoot Boogie 50 Miler