I didn't even know I had a cuboid. I don't remember it from anatomy lessons and the bones song doesn't mention it. You know the song. "The toe bone is connected to the foot bone, the foot bone is connected to the ankle bone, the ankle bone is connected to the leg bone." In case you don't remember the song, here is Mr. Mike to sing it for you.
Mr. Mike and the Bones song
It turns out that the song leaves a lot of bones out of our skeletal structure. I guess "The fifth metatarsal is connected to the cuboid" doesn't have the same lyrical qualities. Here's the diagram:
Anyway, the day after Hellgate I had sharp pain on the side and bottom of my foot opposite from my arch. It continued to get worse, to the point where I could not put much weight on it. Apparently it was not going to get better on its own, so I allowed Dr. Google to diagnose my problem and cuboid subluxation is what he came up with. In other words, that little bone was not where it was supposed to be. Dr. Google advised that it could be fixed with manipulation of the bone but he cautioned, "This form of manual manipulation of the foot should be done by a trained specialist." So I turned to Tony, who watched a couple of YouTube videos and set forth manipulating and mobilizing. It immediately felt a bit better, despite me not allowing him to do the "Cuboid Whip", which although supposedly effective, was way beyond my comfort zone.
I began icing it and self-mobilizing it. I also started using KT tape on it to support it. (One strip, starting on the heel, wrapping it under the cuboid from the side and a second strip, starting from the opposite side of my foot in front of my arch, wrapping it under my foot and cuboid.) As a result, two weeks later, I have run for three consecutive days, not pain free, but improving with each run.
So, how does one injure a cuboid to begin with? At Hellgate, I was intending to change shoes, but didn't, and ended up wearing shoes that were tied way too tight and I don't think my foot was able to move the way it should have on technical surfaces. I also remember rolling my ankle over (which is not uncommon), but this time the side of the foot hit a rock pretty hard.
The question then is, did the injury contribute to my DNF at Hellgate? Unfortunately, I don't think so. I say unfortunately because having an injury as an excuse for a DNF makes one feel a bit better. Instead, the injury gave me two weeks of down time to contemplate my DNF, rather than being able to head back out to the trails with vengeance.
This was not my first DNF. I DNF'ed at Hellgate before because of the ice. I DNF'ed at Old Dominion because of a hamstring injury. I DNF'ed another time at Old Dominion because I simply did not want to be out there any more. This was my first DNF caused by just being too slow and the mental beating I took when I realized that early on in the race. Before I started the race, I had already sabotaged myself by thinking I might DNF because of my lack of training. But I imagined that it would come late in the race, when I was just too tired to run, not because I was just too slow. Hmmm. Regardless of the reason, all the DNFs suck because I know that somehow I could have done better.
The disappointment in myself is balanced out by how much I enjoyed the race, which says something about the difference between racing and running. There haven't been too many times when I have enjoyed a course that I am really trying to race. I do, however, enjoy all my runs.
As the new year approaches, I have simple goals. I want to get fitter and faster and see how far I can go in a 48 hour race. If I don't get into the cycle of racing and recovering without a whole lot of time for training, I should be able to do that. And if I can keep my cuboids where they belong, connected to the calcaneus and the metatarsals.
Friday, December 20, 2013
I ran four Hellgates in a row and each of them was unique. That first one was marked by very high water and a lot of ice from flooding. There was some snow and it was very cold. It was also the only race I have ever finished over the time limit. Hellgate #2 was also very cold with much more snow. I finished that one, with ten minutes to spare. Hellgate #3 was the ice year. Not ice like the first year, but a few inches of snow covered by a half inch of ice. Sometimes the ice broke when you stepped on it, other times it didn't. The trail was a mess for a back of the packer, with chunked up ice everywhere. I missed a cutoff that year at mile 42, the only time I had ever missed a cutoff. Hellgate #4 was the very, very cold year. I watched my breath freeze when I exhaled. Up high, it was 12 degrees with about a 20 mph headwind. When the sun came up, everything was foggy. It turned out my corneas had frozen, as had other people's, giving rise to a new term "Hellgate eyes." Despite that, I finished with a nice 43 minute cushion. I was content with tying the score 2-2, and didn't run Hellgate again.
That is until this year, when I had the brilliant idea to run Hellgate one more time, as an anniversary run. It didn't matter that Tony had long since quit running ultras; I thought it would be a nice little trot down memory lane. As the race date drew closer and closer, however, I became really concerned about my training. Or lack thereof. From July to November, I coach cross country, which doesn't allow me to get the miles and type of training in that I would like. I looked back at my mileage over the months, which averaged 33 miles per week. A month ahead of time, I went out and ran 50 miles, just to make sure I still could. Even if my body was ready, my mind was convinced I was not.
As the days ticked closer, I ended up with a cold. I overdosed on Vitamin C and zinc, trying to keep it at bay. This gave me nausea. Then I started obsessively checking the weather. The forecast fluctuated between cold rain, freezing rain and a wintery mix. This started a few days of trying to figure out what to wear. I would only have access to my drop bag at mile 28 and then 42. (Tony was not crewing me until the next morning and would not see me until mile 42.) I finally decided on a tried and true combo- an old Patagonia race shirt, followed by an equally old CWX base layer, topped by a Brooks Utopia top and pants. I carried my Marmot Precip jacket in my pack. Then came the shoe decision. I wear Brooks Glycerins on trail, but had run some in the Ghosts. I decided I would wear the Ghosts for the first section, because they were lighter and would drain better in the creek. Then I would change into nice dry Glycerins, which I have worn in the snow many times and have pretty good traction. The forecast didn't call for the precipitation to start until morning.
Okay, all decisions were finally made and Tony and I once again stood at the forest gate in the middle of the woods with 132 other people. This time, however, I ventured out onto the trail and Tony went back to a nice warm hotel room.
The first section is a double track trail, leafy and rolling. It is all runnable but I took a few short walk breaks on hills, pacing myself off the other runners around me. I felt pretty good and the dreaded wet stream crossing was neither too deep nor too cold.
The next section is all forest road. You go a mile or so on flat to gently up, then take a sharp right and head steeply up the hill to the next aid station. I ran/walked and again, thought I was moving pretty good. But when I looked down the hill, I didn't see very many headlamps coming up behind me. I reached the top at the next aid station, quickly refilled water and changed out of my wet socks and headed down the trail.
The third section starts off with a nice downhill technical section. I still felt like I was moving good, keeping the distance between me and the other runners and passing one partway down. The trail changes into grassy road and then back into singletrack. You end up the section with an uphill gravel road and it was here that it started sleeting hard. To keep my mind off eveyrthing, I tried to listen to my iPod but it was too cold to work. Partway up, I started changing places with another woman. She asked, "Am I last?" and I assured her that we couldn't be. When I got to the aid station, however (where it was now snowing hard), the aid station worker told me there were only three others behind me, but I was 15 minutes ahead of cutoffs, which, this early on, was fine.
I headed out quickly, leaving some runners behind at the aid station and passing a handful more on the now snowy road. I chatted briefly with a runner who had run all of the Hellgates and he told me we were indeed doing fine. At this point in the race's history, he said, there are no marginal runners. Except me, I thought, or maybe said out loud, opening the door for more negativity.
This next section is my favorite part in the race and the main reason why I wanted to come back. It's part of the Promise Land course and follows a grassy road, overlooking the lights of the towns in the valley below for a good couple of miles. This year it was exceptionally beautiful. It was still snowing hard, but huge goose feather snowflakes were coming down and there were about three inches on the ground. I could still see the lights below and I usually wonder what the "normal" people are doing down there at four in the morning. This time, I just felt lucky that I was not one of the normal people and instead, part of a small group of people who were getting to experience this. It was really quiet, as it is when it snows, the people behind me were still quite aways back and it was snowing so hard it was difficult to see through the beam of light. Everything was white and despite the footprints in front of me and the lights behind me, it felt like I was alone.
This idyllic state abruptly ended when the double track turned to downhill single track. All those footprints that had been somewhat dispersed on the road were now concentrated into a thin line, packing down the heavy wet snow. My first thought was, "hmm...this could be a problem." I didn't have time for a next one because I was down on the ground. I sure was wishing I had worn my other shoes.
My ACL surgery comes into play at this point. My knee did not hurt, but it is not as agile as it used to be. So, I picked my way very slowly and gingerly down the snowy, slick, singletrack. All those runners who I had passed and kept in front of on the uphill now passed me. Finally I was at the bottom of the hill at the first hard cutoff aid station with about 13 minutes to spare. This concerned me a bit so I got out quick and kept moving up the hill.
When we passed the spot where that aid station used to be, before bad weather forced it to move, I checked my watch and found I was almost 20 minutes ahead of the cutoff. There was some good running here on nice snow covered roads before it changed back to single track. I passed another runner, who was concerned we weren't going to meet the next cutoff. I told him I thought we would be fine and I started to relax some. I felt like the cutoffs should be getting less tight and I was determined not to be stressed out, constantly checking my watch and not enjoying a thing. Instead, it was getting light and the trail snaked its way over and around hills and I just settled in and enjoyed the run. Then the downhill technical section began. I was once again slowly picking my way down and continued to move slowly when the trail turned to downhill double track. After getting passed again, I looked at my watch and really started to panic. Regardless of how my legs felt about running fast downhill, I had to move and so I did. I didn't look at the time when I got to the aid station, but I knew I was cutting it close. I grabbed my dropbag, pulled my bag of food out of it, and headed out with five minutes to spare. I was in such a hurry, I didn't think about the fact that I really needed to change shoes.
The next section is a long uphill on a gravel road that was packed with snow. Same theme: I thought I was moving well. I left some runners behind and was only passed by one other person, who was using trekking poles. However, that nice uphill is followed by a lot of downhill and I continued to be slow. Same story: I was passed by the people I had just passed and I began looking at my watch. I lost a lot of time on the downhill and knew I wouldn't make the next cutoff. I still kept moving hard and moved well up the long uphill to the aid station. There, I was about 13 minutes past the cutoff and assumed I would be pulled, but they told me I could go on. I was actually disappointed in a way, because the weather had deteriorated, I knew the next section was hard and I knew I was not going to gain all that time back to meet the next cutoff.
I ended up enjoying the next section, in part because I knew my race was over. It starts off downhill on double track and then starts rolling. It transitions to single track, climbing up the mountain and then down some technical trail. The footing was very slippery on all the single track, the wind and sleet picked up and I heard a hunter shoot from somewhere down the hill below me. I was hoping it was not in my direction. As the weather continued to worsen, the trail got slicker, I became concerned that I might fall and hang out here by myself for a long time. I worked to catch up with another runner and stayed with him for the rest of the technical section. More uphill double track follows, then a final long section of single track, where there was snow and leaf-covered rocks. I had started this section knowing I wouldn't make the next cutoff, but I kept moving hard anyway. The sleet changed to a steady rain, but I was still warm. After another wet creek crossing, the trail approached the aid station and here Tony came walking down the trail. As always I was very happy to see him and walked the final third mile with him. When I got to the aid station, I was about 13 minutes over.
I was not unhappy to have to stop. I really enjoyed the night section and the daylight trail sections where I wasn't panicking. I never felt exhausted and never felt like I was doing a death march. It was just stressful knowing I was behind and I am to the point where I just want to run and enjoy it. Hellgate is the only race that I have ever had trouble with cutoffs and I think I am ready to concede defeat.
So, a week later, I have been beating myself up for being so slow. Tony's practical advice is to just get faster and quit worrying about it. So, once my foot heals (wrong shoes, too tight), I will.
Year in Review and What's Next?
This year has been nothing to write home about. I did the inaugural Georgia Death Race, the Inaugural Leatherwood 50 miler, ran a 50K at Black Mountain Monster and went to Vermont and ran the 100 there. It seems like my running has been very inconsistent this year, so my goal for next year is to get consistent. The inconsistency has made me feel like not much of a runner, so I want to put more miles in, drag the tire more, do a little speedwork and hillwork. Once again, I would like to run the Bartram and do 100 on the AT. I am running Delerium 24 hour in February and am thinking that my next challenge will be to tackle a 48 hour.