My Race Reports

Bandera 2013

Two years ago I competed in Bandera 100k, and was thoroughly schooled by the rocky, undulating, sotol cactus infested course.  A 50k loop run twice, I ran the first too hard, and slogged through the second, to a third place time of 10:19.  Now, all trained up and ready to run the not-so-unfamiliar course, I was going to overcome that first experience.  My game plan – run the first loop super conservatively, and try to run the second loop only 20 minutes slower. I was going to ignore all my female competitors, as that is one factor that can result in my going out to hard.

Race morning was pleasantly mild – in the low 60s with a heavy fog sitting atop of the Hill Country State Natural Area.  It had rained heavily the week before, and the stories of shoe-sucking-mud were being tossed around. It didn’t concern me – I knew we all had to do the same course, and I just remained bent on keeping my goal of running easy.  The women’s field was good – Liza Howard, Stephanie Howe, Melanie Fryer, Michelle Yates, Sabrina Litlle, and some fine young women I did not yet know. And the men’s field equally exciting – Sage Canaday, Dave Mackey, Karl Meltzer, Jeff Browning, Gary Gellin, Paul Teranova.  It promised to be exciting.

My experience with the sotol cactus led in my decision to wear capri-tights.  Short sleeves and arm warmers were sufficient to keep warm, and my gloves proved their worth, protecting my hands from random grabbing at sotol, and keeping the sticky gel from my fingers and driving me insane.

The race started at 7:30 sharp, and I kept my eyes focused down on the ground, not letting my brain argue with me by seeing the women ahead.  I kept a very easy pace, was patient when I was behind slower runners, and generally stayed relaxed.  The first few miles climbed gradually and rockily, and I used small efficient steps up, and relaxed strides on the downs.  Like clockwork, at 30 minutes I took my first Powergel.  The field of runners was still fairly congested, nice for conversations, and lots of me getting passed on the climbs, and me passing runners on the downhills.  I arrived at aid 1 – Nachos – in 57 minutes.  Very conservative.  I ate another gel, drank from the cups, took an S!Cap and was on my way out. The course took a gradual and twisty downhill, crossed a park road, and then ran down to a creek bed.  Running beside it, the mud became part of the story.  Not too bad here, but definitely sticking to the shoes.  There were a few short steady climbs, and I was still going back and forth with runners near me.  I struck up a conversation with a runner who was running his longest race ever.  We passed the time to the next aid station discussing races, nutrition, shoes.  Finally at aid 2, I drank from the cups, ate another gel, and was on my way.  I was still running slow, keeping myself contained and not concerning myself with the women ahead.  There were multiple long sections of muddy trail, and as the mud accumulated and made me taller, it was wearying.  At times, I stopped and scraped the gluey mess off for a short fresh start.  Finally hitting the Cross Roads aid station, I appreciated the supportive volunteers inside and out of the tented area, and was soon on my way to the 5 mile loop that would bring me back to the same station.  As much as I would have liked to think I was slow from being conservative, I was beginning to doubt my ability for the day.  I started the long climb section, catching a young man who said “oh, man, you caught me!”  He was worried about his day, as he felt it was falling apart, and that he may not make the cut-offs.  I tried to reassure him that he was having a bad patch, and there was plenty of time to rebound.  I bumbled along in front of him, and when I hit a level stretch, heard footsteps approaching.  Hoping it wasn’t female, I was pleasantly surprised to see Timothy Olson running the 50k, closely followed by a fellow competitor.  We exchanged supportive words, and I began to think that Denise “Little D” Bourassa would be passing me, even though their course put them 5 miles behind us at the start.  I was definitely getting into a funk.

When I arrived back to Crossroads, I blew into the tent and almost crashed into my good friend and travel buddy Stephanie Howe.  Her eyes welled up as she told me “I’m done.”  I quickly hugged her as she told me that she was having difficulty breathing and was pretty worried about it.  We had both had the flu (respiratory) ten days earlier, although her cough had developed into something far worse than mine.  Regardless, it was sad to leave her there, but encouraged her to crew for me and her boyfriend Zach.  She was definitely planning on that, and I looked forward to her help back at the end of loop one.  I told her I was going to run faster the second loop, since I didn’t think I could run any slower.

The last nine miles of loop one included some nice runnable territory, and I met up with many of the 25k runners.  I cruised into the last aid station, then began the last 5 miles back to the start/finish, which included some serious, rocky climbs.  My right shoe had rocks in it that no matter how much I tried to wiggle around would not find a comfortable place to hang out, so I stopped, emptied the rocks, snugged the shoe up, and kept forging on.  I had been passing a few 100k men, but no women were evident.  All the math I did kept putting at the end of loop 1 later and later.  I had hoped to be around 4:50, slower than 2 years ago, so I figured a good conservative split.  Now I was hoping to be under 5:00.  With each climb I added more time, until I finally stopped as it was not doing me any good.  I hit the last rocky descent, and was gingerly dancing down the slippery muddy rocks, happy to know I was almost done with 50k.  Running past a volunteer, I smiled.  He replied “Nice smile and smooth stride!” to which I replied “Why not – I’m doing what l love!”  Not that I was loving my running at the moment, but in the big scheme….

I came into the start/finish.  Steph was ready with my fresh pack.  I swapped mine out, ate some banana, drank some coke.  Then took off, vowing to run faster and work my way up.  But it was not to be.  Try as I might, my legs were not interested.  By the time I reached Nachos again, I was 11 minutes slower than my first loop. Aye-aye-aye this did not bode well.  I drank, ate, and left.  I seemed to have very little resiliency in my legs. The analyses began.  “It’s humid. The mud wore me out.  I’m old. I’m not fit enough.” And then I would get a hold of my whiny self and replace the negative chatter with – “I’m so lucky to be here.  I am healthy.  I don’t have cancer.  I’m suffering First World Problems Poor Me.”  I didn’t feel much motivation, and was stunned at how much slower I kept getting.  Next aid station I filled my bladder, ate some soup, drank from cups – I was definitely keeping up on the nutrition.  I ambled out and onto the previously shoe-sucking-mud section to find it had dried to tacky over the last 5 hours.  Well at least I could “run” without stopping.  I hadn’t seen a soul other than volunteers for 16 miles when I finally heard footsteps approaching.  A young woman came up beside me and asked how I was doing.  I blurted out from a childhood book – “I’m having a terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day.”  Jeez, what a whiner.  I went even further and told her all of my problems, including that I had the flu just a week ago, oh poor me, and that this course just rips me up.  “That’s Bandera for you!” she said cheerfully as she glided away.  I would have left me as quickly as possible too.  Just ahead, Steph and Little D were exuberantly cheering for me, giving me love and support.  I told them I didn’t think it mattered how slow or fast I ran the first loop – 31 miles of it destroys my legs.  They pushed me on into the aid station at Cross Roads, and asked if I would need anything when I returned in 5 miles.  “Well, yes, I’m going to need a headlamp.”  Yep – in my arrogance I had not brought one as the plan was to be faster than 2 years ago, and I finished in the light then.

I fueled up again – soup and Heed, filled my hydration pack, and off I went.  For about 5 minutes I felt a little revived and got hopeful that maybe my very long bad patch was going to disappear.  I watched the woman who had passed me increase her lead.  Soon I was back on the single track, but the rockiness was more than my legs were willing to take.  I tried to stay relaxed, but was pretty beat up.  The downhill turned to uphill, which was more comfortable, but harder.  I was now going so slow that all of my excuses just could not add up to what I was experiencing.  I was not too old, I was not under trained, the shoe-sucking-mud was not THAT bad, it wasn’t that humid.  I was struggling from the after affects of having the flu.  Knowing that at the next aid station I had 9 miles to go, I hoped I could talk Steph into pacing me to the finish.  I planned on using the tact of “you didn’t get to see the entire course, wouldn’t you like to see it!”  When I came in, she had a headlamp for me, and I posed the question, but with different words. “Would you like to experience the last 9 miles at an embarrassingly slow pace?”  An innocent bystander said “As someone who has run Bandera, there is no such thing as an embarrassingly slow pace!”  Steph was more than ready to run with me, having hoped I would want that.  It was good to have the company, especially once darkness fell.  We passed precious few runners from the 50k, and when a cold breeze picked up I was even more grateful to have the company to share the discomfort with.  And try as we might, neither of us could let go of the fact that we should have gotten a flu shot, and how tired we both were. The last two long climbs seemed to go on forever, and I was overjoyed to finally reach the bottom after a long, rocky, slippery, dark descent.

When we finally reached the last 100 meters, I didn’t even have a kick.  I jogged to the finish, to the warm welcome of RD Joe, who expressed only congratulations and jocularity, plus my award – in Joe’s mind, a master is a 50 year old, not the traditional 40, so I was the Bandera Master’s winner, receiving a unique piece of art.

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I am 0 for 2 in satisfaction with my performance here, which is unfortunate, because it means I feel compelled to again return next January, with a flu shot, and put myself to the test once again.

I want to thank all of the volunteers, RD Joe Prusaitis, Stephanie Howe and Denise Bourassa for their support during the race.  My daughter Ruby for reminding me how lucky I am to be able to run at all.  My sponsors, Scott Sports, Injiniji socks, and Garmin.  My coach, Ian Torrence, of McMillan Running.

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5 responses

  1. Clint

    Reminds me of my run on Sat at RM. Post sickness race was tough…. Glad you had a good one, you smoked that course!

    February 4, 2013 at 8:26 am

  2. I’d be thrilled to have you back next year, even if the reason is less than desired.;)

    February 4, 2013 at 12:35 pm

  3. Chris Russell

    Really enjoyed your report Meghan. Nice to know the elites are just as capable of feeling sorry for themselves as us mid-packers are.:) Seriously it was an entertaining read and impressed you you persevered even though it wasn’t your day. Bandera is not very forgiving if your body isn’t 100%.

    February 5, 2013 at 7:47 am

  4. Good blog you have got here.. It’s hard to find high quality writing like yours nowadays. I really appreciate individuals like you! Take care!

    February 6, 2013 at 8:55 am

  5. Sometimes it’s just not your day. At the Waldo 100K last year, I had the blahs and only felt good for about four miles out of 65. But I wasn’t injured or sick, so I kept going. Sometimes you recover, sometimes you don’t.

    A few weeks later, at the McKenzie 50-miler, I had the opposite experience, about 46 fun miles and four blah miles, despite not being fully recovered from Waldo.

    The only way to find out what kind of day you’re going to have is to go run. It’s a good problem to have.

    February 11, 2013 at 2:20 pm

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