Last year (2010) was my first shot at running the Lost Soul Ultra 50k. I had trained hard, quite hard in my opinion – putting in a lot of tough 3 hr+ training runs on the course. I was familiar with virtually the entire course after a year of running the coulees with experienced local ultra runners, such as Phil Fraser, Larry Kundrik and Marc Hayward. The only thing I hadn’t done was run the entire course in one shot. I set out with an ambitious goal of a sub 6 hr time with an early pace of 5:30 and all was going well for the first half of the race. I’d led or co-led the race for the first few hours resulting in a substantial lead in the race past the half way mark. But part way through the infamous north loop I underestimated my hydration and crashed. I pulled myself together thanks to some coke and salvaged a fourth place overall (3rd male) finish in 6:26. I was proud to overcome my earlier mistakes, but finished 2010 with an empty feeling that I could’ve done a lot better.
So it was with much anticipation that I toed the starting line of the Lost Soul 50k. I hadn’t trained as much as 2010 due to our new beautiful boy Caleb being born just over a month earlier, but I was still confident I could improve on 2010. The motto for the race was “start slow and keep it up”. I learned from the previous year that the pace by the end of the race is so slow for most runners, even the front runners, that if you have anything left you can easily pass people at this stage in the race. The strategy was to spend the first half hydrating and eating and worry about catching runners on the flat sections at the end of race, where I would be running and they would be walking – hopefully.
My family had flown in for the weekend and it was great to have my sister, neice, mom and dad at the starting line to see me off. The race started and I let what seemed like a dozen runners go ahead of me. I panicked briefly when I thought how difficult it might be catch all of these runners, but I put that thought behind me and started up a conversation with a guy beside me. This took away some competitive drive and made me run my own race. I looped back into the headquarters at exactly 40 minutes perfectly on my pace. I soon caught up with a young female runner who was pushing hard and breathing heavily. She was running up many of the hills I was walking and seemed to a little over zealous this early in the race, so I asked her if she’d run this course before. She informed me she had last year. I thought perhaps I should offer her a tip on walking the hills, but she seemed to think she knew what she was doing so I kept tight-lipped and figured maybe she was superwoman. After talking the next loop at an easy pace I checked into Peenaquin at exactly 2 hrs, also right on schedule.
Hydration was going to be the key for me as I felt I’ve been dehydrated for most races and therefore under performed. I was carrying 2 handheld 500 ml bottles and was finishing just under 2 bottles per hour. I grabbed a few gels at Peenaquin and headed out to Pavan. I still hadn’t run into too many of the lead runners. I figured they’d make it to Pavan in good time, but I’d be able to catch them on the 10 mile north loop.
I made it to Pavan around 2:45 grabbed my running backpack that was waiting there, some coke and watermelon with salt (yummy) and headed off for the north loop – vowing to do better than last year. Starting the first hill Kevin McFadzen caught me and I congratulated him for making it farther than last year. Him and I shared the lead until Pavan in 2010 before he had to drop out. I slowed to let him pass and he pushed on ahead over the hill and through the coulees. He said that he would see me again. I guess he was correct because awhile down the trail I caught back up to him and pulled ahead for the next few kilometres. Soon I caught a few other runners, including local Dean Johnson who was struggling with cramping. He’d trained hard and went out hard. I felt his pain from last year’s experience, but there wasn’t much I could do for him. We ran together for a bit, as I was starting to feel fatigued and a bit cramping and wanted to take it easy. I knew there was still a long ways to go.
We soon finished the flat section of Pavan and headed into the hills for a brief period. I think it was here that I put some real distance between myself and Kevin and Dean. I loved this section of trail, remote, hilly and beautiful views at times. It soon ended and I made my through the flat stretch onto the remote water station. Since I didn’t have a water bottle, only a hydration pack, I pumped some water and put my mouth under it to get as much pure water as possible. It tasted so nice. I was sick of gatorade already and the pure water was refreshing. I kept moving well along this flat section although it felt like I was going slow. Not too long after the water station my dad appeared on the old mountain bike I’d lent him. He turned up like this numerous times in the race to my complete surprise. I figured he’d get lost finding his way through this crazy course. He asked how I was doing and rode behind me on the bike – providing me someone to chat with for a brief period of time. I was feeling pretty good, but knew I needed to take my salt tablets (which interestingly are mostly cal-mag with some sodium). I stuffed one in and grabbed my hose just in time before I threw up. So I stopped completely, breathed heavily and ensured it went down okay. I wasn’t making the same mistake as last year – pushing through when my stomach didn’t feel well. It worked and I was back running shortly thereafter.
I should also say that there are multiple fences to cross during this section and because my legs are cramping I had to throw my legs over the fences without bending them too much for fear they would seize. Obviously not a great state to be in, but it seemed to work.
I arrived at Pavan aid station a little behind schedule, but happy to not have thrown up (yet) and still running decently, albeit slow. I fueled up with coke, watermelon and some gels at Pavan before heading out with my handheld bottles and ditching my backpack. They told me I was now in second place as the third place runner was resting at Pavan. I started to run a bit on the first stretch, but had consumed too much for my stomach and had to walk. I convinced myself to recover and eventually climbed the two big hills and was able to keep up a steady pace on the flat stretches to Peenaquin.
I arrived at Peenaquin aid station only to be told that the second place runner was faltering and I should be able to catch him. Hey wait, wasn’t I the second place runner? This was confusing, but it seemed more believable that I had passed the third place runner at Pavan and not the second place runner. A cold water sponge bath felt wonderful at Peenaquin and off I was to run the final stretch of the course in position to crack the top 3. Maybe just maybe I could keep it under 6 hours. The final stretch is almost all flat, but some sections are rather technical along the river’s edge and there are few places to really run without having to think too much. I love this section when I’m feeling good, but at the end of a race it’s just tempting, since you can’t actually enjoy it much. I navigated through the bushes, over the many logs, across the gravel and rock and eventually bumped into a few 100k and 100 mile runners to chat with.
One nice 100k runner stayed with me for the next few kilometres, giving me extra motivation to keep moving and a pacer. He encouraged me immensely and kept telling me that I would catch the second place runner who was struggling. Eventually my dad popped up again on the paved path by the nature centre and he rode with me until the bottom of the final hill. The Lost Soul Ultra finishes at the top of a wicked hill. Despite all the steep hills we run in the course, the final one might be the steepest. They ran a different one in 2010, but I’m told the 2011 final hill is the traditional one. At the bottom of the hill I looked up and saw one runner slowly making his way up. I figured he was a 100k or 100 mile racer and that I’d missed my 2nd place finish. I thought “that sucks, but at least I tried hard”. I still tried to ascend the hill quickly and caught up with the runner. He said he was in the 100k race and I stayed with him for a few seconds before continuing on up the hill. I hit the top, walked for a brief portion and then jogged to the edge of the Lethbridge Lodge parking lot where I broke into a full out run to the finish. I crossed the line in 6 hrs 10 minutes. I sat down and a nice young man told me I had come second! What? I was a little delirious, so I asked him to check. He informed me that the runner I passed was Logan and he was in the 50k race! Well, maybe we were all confused, but it seemed clear now. I had caught him and placed 2nd, 15 minutes faster than in 2010 and with less training. I ran a smart race for my training regime and finished well. I was satisfied content and could now rest (until next year
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