Gorges 100k

Gorge 100k

A goal: Sub 16 hours
B goal: Sub 17 hours (official finisher + entry into lottery for 2018 Western states 100 miler, often called the Boston of 100 milers)
C goal: Make it pass the last aid station before cutoff so I could finish 100k, regardless of being an official finisher or not.

I took some pictures of waterfalls the day before so I don't have to worry about that during the race. I simply stock my drop bags with my favorite fuel foods, a hydration pack at the drop bag at 22 and an extra jacket in drop back mile 49. I have a running vest with some gels and 2 16 oz bottles. Never had so many drop bags before and I hit 3 of them twice!

The race director gave us a few rules
Don't get run over by a car
Don't slip and fall 50 to 100 feet
Don't push a tourist off a cliff

No name (0 to 6) - The first mile of the race starts at a grassy trail connecting Benson state recreation area to Multnomah falls. I quickly fall last place, and only start catching up on the first downhill which comes after a nice long uphill. I take the downhills easy, fearful of burning out my quads like I did in my 100 miler attempt in the fall. My garmin has my heart rate as fairy high so I check my Fitbit and it seems normal (under 150). So I end up ignoring heart rate for the entire race (Fitbit requires you to swipe a few times to see heart rate making it fairly inconvenient). It's my third time in this area and for some reason this time, looking at the vastness of the Columbia river I feel very small.

Yeon (6 to 13) - I refill my running vest which has water bottles with water mixed with gu brew. Towards the end of this distance I end up going back and forth with about the same three people. Didn't find people as chatty, guess I'm too close to a major city area? A runner asks me what my mileage is and I tell her the distance in kilometers, struggle a bit to calculate the simple conversion. The race goes two miles on road and I hit exact kilometer splits on them. I was a bit proud of that at the moment.

Cascade lock (13 to 22) - This area of the trail is fairly muddy. A man I pass jokes welcome to the tough mudder. There are quite a few fallen trees, some requiring me to crawl a bit under, others I am able to go over. I do a run walk on uphills, I usually just walk it but I started feeling slightly cold walking for so long. I miscalculate the distance and end up drinking all my fluids.

Wyeth (22 to 31) - 9 miles to the turnaround point! I take my hydration pack (2 liters of water) with me. I push myself to make it to the turnaround point. I draw on moments where friends have came out to cheer me and I replay those memories to get me through. I made it to the aid station at 8:10 but it was a struggle. I make sure I eat along the way.

Mediation mode (31 to 40) - I feast on fruits and start making my way back. I leave with the same pack of runners I been around since around the half marathon distance. The first few miles are a struggle, I feel beat. I lose the pack putting my running jacket on. I start to take long deep breathes to pace myself. In and out the nose. Soon I end up only focusing on the breathes and the pain disappears. My subconscious takes over pretty much everything, the breath is the only thing consciously I'm focused on. I start moving faster. Food starts to give me a burst of energy and I feel like I could do a negative 50k split. I feel great! I quickly catch up and overtake the pack. A bit later I catch up to a man and woman. The man says "yea, you better run". At first I thought he was mocking me, then I realize we must be close to the cutoff. A downhill soon starts and I decide to not save anything for later, all out.

Tough Mudder (40 to 49) - Made it to the aid station but informed that cutoff is in a few. I kind of panic and start rushing the next mile. I end up exhausting myself. Back to breathing and everything starts going good. Here I encounter the fallen trees again. Instead this time I rarely go over any, choosing to go under. After a waterfall where a race photographer takes a pic I find out that the trail to continue requires about 30 feet of vertical gain of rope to get on top to. I guess this is why trails are more fun.

Despair and Hope (49 to 56) - A runner limps to the aid station and shortly drops out. I have nothing but utmost respect and admiration for people that made it this far. I put a jacket on top of my race vest, probably not looking too much like a runner but I'm a bit fearful of being cold at night (can you tell how much my failed 100 miler haunts me yet?). The sun is setting and the rest of the race will soon be in the dark. The race goes two miles on pavement which I thought would be great but as I hit the pavement both my IT bands flared up. The pain took over my mind and I was not able to mediate my way out of it. I struggled though. This completely demoralized me (I was expecting the road to be a sweet break) and I concluded that I could not make it to the next aid station. Back on the trail I feel a bit better. Took a little while to get back to my mediation mode. I check my watch and realize I could make it, with hope I move along happily. I do end up taking a nasty fall right after passing someone (so embarrassing) trying to get over a tree.

Finish (56 to 62) - Made it to the last aid station! No free ride to the finish line for me. C goal is achieved, though at this point I have a chance to make it to B goal. Only 6 miles and a huge climb left: I struggle though the trail at first but soon the race hits a paved trail up Multnomah falls. Despite the many switch backs I find the paved path going up easier than trail and I am able to move at a steady pace. Eventually I hit trail again and the struggle continues. Downhill starts soon after. I find the muddy downhill to not be much of a problem. There was one section where a strong stream overtook the trail which caused a few minutes of confusion. Back on more level ground I run slowly to the finish. Seeing the finish line, I see the clock tick 17:14:40 and sprint to try to get it under 17:15. My official time is 17:15:26 on ultrasignup. I missed the 17 hour deadline which would have gotten me into the Western States Lottery but I don't really care, lol.

And that's it! The race had no finisher medal or belt buckle. Afterwards there was pizza being made in a oven, had two olive slices and then back to Portland.

Note: My watch battery died so the mileage is a bit short. I believe most Garmins in the past record 63.5 miles for the course.