RUN 30.6 miles in about 5:45 moving time
Well here it is, the last long run of the MT50 progression. In the Poto50 progression, this was a technical Greenrock run following the LBL race. What sounded so hard when I first read the schedule has now become normal.
We've been having mild, cool weather here the past few weekends which was kinda spoiling the heat acclimation I had worked up in July. But as expected, the heat came back. At the end of this run, it was a fully sunny 91F. TV and I started at Lost Valley for a 11 mile loop, then headed to Katy to connect to Klondike. This last part was all new to me, I'm happy to know that even after all the running I've done in the past year I can still find new paths.
The LV loop went great, the only problem being that my head took a damned long time to get into the game. My brand new Cascadia v8.2 shoes broke into this run faster than my brain. Things improved with a 2x caffeinated gel, but not by much. I chalked it up to cumulative fatigue and heat.
The first 10 miles of the Katy clicked along smoothly. It was a mixed blessing that most of our last 19 miles were mostly flat on the Katy. The heat and fatigue probably would have left me tripping over everything in sight. As it was, the constant pausing at maps was messing with my rhythm. I was eating right on schedule, and thought I was drinking OK, but as it turns out I was probably waaaay behind on hydration.
We reached Klondike at just under 19, then had 5-6 miles of singletrack up and down a bluff. I was mentally struggling, but physically OK, and that's why I kept going. At the 21 mile mark we stopped at a water source to fill the packs. I tried some math, a simple subtraction of 21-18=? and failed. Again and again, then reached the point of not thinking at all. I was already having troubles remembering simple things (like Arwen's name, that bothered me the whole time!) and TV suggested more rest. It seemed to help, but in reality I just needed to keep moving and finish up.
On the way back down the hill, my diaphragm cramped up again. As with all silly pains it went away soon enough, but left behind a nagging soreness. The return trip home seemed to take less time than the outbound, and it probably helped that I was really pouring down the water by this point. Instead of 3 gulps per sip it was 5. That's about all I changed, so the lesson here is that I need to drink MORE.
No other major revelations in this last long run. My nutrition is dialed in, my hydration needs help if it's hot out. My gear is selected and ready. Now I just need to taper! No, wait, one more run!
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