A series of mishaps and bad decisions made me a participant of the AR51, the notorious race for the…read moretardy. I was actually fantasizing about completing the AR53, the distance from where I parked my car to the start line being 3 extra miles round trip, but 51.5 miles later I decided that bragging rights be damned- I want a ride to my car!
The AR50 is an endurance race starting at Folsom and ending in Auburn, following the American River up north. This year the course included bike trails, pavement and technical trails. I nearly died (fell, rolled my ankle, etc) 9 times. I was counting. Three people fell in front of me. Two told me they had fallen on the course. One sprained his ankle. Pavement runners beware: technical trail running is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Miles literally fly by ('cause you're so fast, you!) when you are so concentrated on the precarious and bountiful boulder-pebbles that litter the trails, the poison ivy that runners up ahead warn the runners behind about, the cyclists that come charging out of corners, the steep climbs and the steep drops, to name a few. I had the best time copying my pacers: whenever they walked, I walked, whenever they drank water, I drank water. One of my pacers, instead of shouting "rock" or "stick" to warn the runners in the back, pointed to the obstacles. I did likewise. I felt like such a troll, but man, it was so much fun! I spent so much time concentrating, praying, enjoying the scenery and copying people I didn't even turn on my music for the entire 12 hours and some minutes I was running/walking/hiking.
Things not to do next time: Eat super spicy pho the night before and wake up with a heartburn. Wake up late. Arrive at the entrance 10 minutes before the start. Park half a mile away. Run a mile and a half with two heavy drop bags to the start. Run with a backpack for 24 miles. Run with bad form (kid-style) because shoulders hurt from backpack. Throw cell phone in drop bag. Throw drop bag in the wrong van (delivered to finish line instead of Beal's point/midpoint). Shine bright like a diamond.. and then burn out miserably for the last 10 miles.
Things to do: Wake up on time. Be early and park at the start. Pet llamas. Make friends. Pace, yo. Find pacers (runners with watches) to mime. Wear sunblock. Wear high socks to guard against poison ivy and itchy leaves and "skaters(??)" to prevent dirt from getting in shoes. Bring a pacer starting at Beal's point. Look for the orange tags. When in doubt, run downhill (a 70-year old lady got lost, ran two extra miles before running back down). Eat lots of pb&j sandwiches, chicken noodle soup, and coca-cola at aid stations. Find and use foam rollers. Bring a change of dry clothes for the end. Be happy!
AR50 has by far the best aid stations I've ever seen, with soup, coke, sprite, water, potatoes and salt, chips, goldfishes, pbj sandwiches, cookies, salt tablets, oreoes, and on and on. I was so impressed. The stations are spaced out about 5 miles from each other, so you can fill up your water bottle about every hour or so. At the end of the race, a nice meal of hamburgers or hotdogs and snacks and drinks are available for the runners. Finishers are awarded with a medal and a finisher's jacket, as well as the shirt that is provided at the bib-pick up, which, located outside a Fleet Feet store, is small, quick and convenient.
The organizers, runners, and volunteers who run this race are SO COOL. The masseuse I got after the run knew what she was doing. I was so impressed I asked for her card to give her some props (Skye Livingston at yogaskya.com who operates in the Foothills and Oakland areas). When I lamented about having to run the AR53, uphill, in the dark, forever alone, some runners offered to drive me to my car. The shuttle lady was rad and dropped me off before dropping off others at their hotels.
Many people have done the AR50, but I took the road less traveled.
The few, the proud, the AR51.