Breaking The Tape: Rio Del Lago 100

You’re going to be fine. You will finish.

I repeated these two phrases aloud to myself over and over again as I lay on the side of the trail under an emergency blanket, desperately trying to warm up.

Thoughts of the warm bed at my hotel and an intense feeling of isolation completely consumed me. I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind, but it seemed to be a loosing battle. Every couple minutes I renegotiated how long I’d allow myself to lie there, but I was far too content huddled under what had become a literal and figurative safety blanket. My eyes squeezed shut and muscles clenched with every ounce of energy I had, trying to combat the shivering.

Breaking the silence and intruding on my concealment, I heard what I assumed was the truck I had seen at the previous aid station rumbling behind me. I refused to look up and confirm my suspicions. Acknowledging the truck would make it all the easier to surrender to the temptation of a DNF.

So I lay there, shivering and scared at what I might do if the truck stopped. And then it did.

“F42, F42, is that you? We heard you were laying on the side of the trail”

I heard the door open and nervous chatter from runners who had already DNFed traveled my way. A warm hand touched my back, shattering the illusion of safety and replaced it with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Just with the touch of his hand I lost my will to finish. Without saying a word, I let him usher me into the truck, dazed by the promises of warmth and the comforts of a bed

“No offense young lady, but your race is over. No use fighting it.” He said, trying to comfort me. “Nothing wrong with a DNF.”

In the back seat, a friend who had also DNFed mumbled some combination of apologetic and encouraging words, but in that moment those words seemed empty. I had just DNFed Run Rabbit Run 100, my “A race,” and I was completely heartbroken.

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The days following my DNF at Run Rabbit Run were devastating and confusing.

How did I let go of my “finish at all costs” mentality? When I forced myself take a more logical stance, I knew I was being silly. A 100-mile finish did not define me! But when it was fresh and my emotions were raw, it sure felt like it did.

After two days of self-indulgent wallowing, including several bottles of wine and an embarrassingly large room service bill from Ryan and I’s hotel in Steamboat Springs (big oops), I returned to work on Monday determined to move on.

In the six weeks following Run Rabbit Run, I focused on separating self-worth from performance. I reminded myself that I have a great job, a wonderful community and an equally wonderful partner. I was also grateful to spend two weeks in New Zealand vacationing with said wonderful partner, Ryan Lassen. Not everyone has the luxury to escape to another country to heal from a silly DNF! Although the trip had been planned months in advance, it turned out to be an integral part of building back my pride and my relationship with running. I returned home a happier person after enjoying the simplicity of running in New Zealand.

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Adventures with the Ry-guy. Mount Cook National Park, NZ

Also immediately after Run Rabbit, I started working with David Roche, an awesome human being who happens to do a little coaching on the side. He embraces a more lighthearted attitude towards training and racing. Leading up to Run Rabbit, I was victim to the meaningless data I let my watch define me as. But as David constantly reminds me, it’s just running and I do it because I love it. Just letting go and having fun helped me regain more confidence than any workout ever could.

I took that confidence with me to the start line of Rio Del Lago 100, along memories of New Zealand and David’s wise words from his encouraging pre-race email:

“When insanity makes itself known, think ‘this is WHY I am doing this in the first place.’ Then yell ‘WOOHOO!’ at the top of your lungs (seriously, I want you yelling out loud) and get your ass moving. Relentless forward progress, relentlessly positive outlook.”

It was quite the mantra.

The gun went off and so did 350 runners. We were all giddy with what the day would hold.

Our excitement reflected in an aggressive pace that seemed fast even for the first 20 miles, which happened to be flat road. I trotted alongside the lead pack of runners, all men, and told myself I could hang. Ignoring doubtful remarks from the runners beside me, I sipped on my Roctane GU drink and shoved Stoop waffles down my throat.

Relief from the road came at Beal’s Point around mile 20. Distracted by the smooth, windy trail, I went off course following cones from a bike race that seemed to usher me away from the aid station I knew was just ahead. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the last of the wrong turns. I tried to handle it with grace; I turned around, got back on course and strolled into the aid station with a smile. Connor Curley handed me a hotshot while my chief crew member, Rebecca Murillo, filled my pack with more Stroop waffles and Salomon soft-flasks filled with Roctane drink.

The next 20 or so miles up to the Overlook aid station were some of my favorites. Cruising on the beautiful, rolling single track made me forget I was even racing. Aside from sections through the famously technical “meat grinder,” I ran every step, passing some of those who unsubtly expressed doubt in those first few miles.

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Overlook inbound (Mile 44)

Approaching Overlook (mile 44), my stomach felt great and my legs felt appropriate. I was lucky enough to be accompanied by Christina (Connor’s DELIGHTFUL mom) on the final climb into that aid station. She kept me running and chatty as ever, putting me into a great mood before seeing my crew. I ran into Overlook, grabbed some hotshot, Stroop waffles, Roctane drink, and quickly ran out with pacer extraordinaire, Rebecca.

Rebecca, who had never even been to a 100-mile race let alone paced one, joined me for a 30-mile loop ending at Overlook, including trails from the Western States 100 and Way to Cool 50K. It was beautiful and I suffered. Taking advantage of my rookie pacer, I ate less than I knew I should and hit a low so low, that I stubbornly continued to refuse food. The punishment fit the crime. Rebecca, the saint she is, kept me moving with promises of Beyoncé dance parties when we got to Overlook (it was quite the reward). More importantly, she reminded me to look around and appreciate where we were and what we were doing. If it wasn’t for her enthusiasm, I may have forgotten to look up and enjoy the beauty of it. I left Rebecca at Overlook inbound (mile 75ish) surrendering my aversion to food and fully embracing the Beyoncé dance party.

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Overlook Outbound (Mile 75)

Chris Fabian, my closing pacer, had just finished a 20 hour drive from Boulder to Southern California on Thursday, started a new job on Friday, then got right back in his car and drove 6 hours to pace me through the night. Bless him. As we descended from Overlook down Cardiac hill (the biggest climb and decent all day), he was silently accessing how hard he could push me in the last 25 miles while I unknowingly chatted away. He later told me that he interpreted my chatty demeanor in that first mile from Overlook as indicator to run harder. I wasn’t chatty for long. Aside from those pesky technical miles through the meat grinder, I again ran almost every step of this section on the return. In fact, we were running so hard that at one point, we added an unnecessary two miles, with an all-inclusive 300ft climb. In that moment, realizing I had pushed up that climb for nothing, I let myself be frustrated but I didn’t let it define my race. Chris and I didn’t waste time dwelling on the time we had lost, or the lost prospect of breaking 18:30, which had been my A goal for several hours. We readjusted goals (to a sub 19 hour finish) and kept moving.

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Gluten Removed finish line indulgences

The last mile or so of a 100-mile race is arguably better than the finish itself. It is a quiet opportunity to reflect on the enormity of the distance and appreciate the depth of the accomplishment. I always enjoy those fleeting moments the most, regardless of how I finish. However, approaching the finish line as the first female and 6th overall amplified that emotional high indescribably. I saw it as not only a reflection of a hard summer of training, but also a reflection of how I responded to my heartbreaking DNF and an otherwise disappointing 2016 season. Moving foreword after defeat is always hard, but there is opportunity to be inspired by failure. Breaking the tape at Rio Del Lago 100 was a product of a newfound drive sparked by disappointment.

Find the beauty in adversity, people. Lesson learned.

Official finishing time: 18:46:09 (100+ miles, 14,500+ ft. gain)

Course Record

Gender Place: F1

Overall Place: 6th

My journey to breaking the tape at Rio Del Lago 100 mile race wouldn’t be complete without the wonderful support from the companies and sponsors below:

Salomon: Hugely honored to be a part of Salomon Running. They embody a playful and powerful approach to all outdoor sports, and in my opinion have the most dynamic collection of trail shoes. From big lugs to no lugs, from sticky rubber to “I stick to EVERYTHING” rubber, from light shoes to stable shoes, from to neutral colors to not-so neutral colors and every combination in-between. Pick your poison. Mine (for Rio Del Lago 100) were the Sonic Pros.

Gu: “Waffle, Roctane drink, Gu chews.” Can’t tell you how many times I uttered those words to my crew. I’ve had some history with stomach problems this last season, all of which resulted in vomiting and underperforming. Using the “Waffle, Roctane drink, Gu chew,” approach, my stomach was a non-issue for the first time in over a year.

Hotshot: Taking hotshot works so well, it almost feels like cheating! I took a hotshot every time I saw my crew, and at the onset of cramping. There is always going to be a degree of muscular discomfort when running 100 miles, but without Hotshot I would have been a lot worse off.

Boulder Accusport: Where do I begin! Ginna Ellis is a miracle worker. I came to her in the height of the 2015 season broken and discouraged, fighting chronic injuries that had limited my running for the better part of a year. In just a few sessions, I was completely pain free and able to start building up my mileage. Throughout the 2016 running season, I’ve seen Ginna for weekly maintenance work and at the onset of injury. In doing so, I’ve remained completely healthy for the longest stretch of time since high school. If you are in the Boulder area, check her out: http://www.boulderacusport.com

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Tracy Bradley says:

    Cat what amazing life lessons and insights! Really loved reading your post and getting to feel a little tiny bit of what it was like. Mahalo for sharing your experience, growth, and uplifting outlook. Love you xoxo Aunty Tracy

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  2. Penny Bradlwy says:

    I agree with everything Tracy said. I am in awe of all you have done. Can’t wait to see you at Ahapah!

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