For the past couples years of running I set a few goals for running the marathon, sub-4 hours was one of them. When I finally broke it, it shouldn’t have been a shock to me that I slipped right into another goal: the ultramarathon (anything above 26.2 miles). The ultramarathon is nothing like racing a marathon, in fact, to me, it wasn’t about racing at all. It was a test of endurance that I’m super proud to be getting better and better at.
This past weekend I completed my 2nd 50K (~31 miles) at the North Face Endurance Challenge in Bear Mountain, NY. When I signed up, I was undoubtedly insane considering that I saw the rating of difficulty only after my credit card was charged, and after I read what the course would entail. While listening to others gasp as I told them which one I signed up for and noting how technical it would be, that only made me anxious as the date approached.
On the website, the rating was like this:
Overall Difficulty: 5 out of 5 stars
Technical Terrain: 5 out of 5 stars
Elevation Change: 4 out of 5 stars
Months later after completing a Ragnar, and covering a couple marathon-distance training runs, May 3rd had arrived and 7am, as the runners got together in wave 2 (I went back a wave no one wants me leading this) I was pacing myself for the 50 kilometers of mud to trek through, loose tree leaves to sort, snakes to run away from, bugs to avoid, rocks to scale and slide down, bridges to cross, streams to jump over and asphalt.
It’s not until the we stayed overnight at the hotel I realized how unprepared I was.
“You don’t know about S Caps?”
“How was I supposed to know about that Kat?” I asked my friend. “You let me out into this new world of ultras with no guidance. Go young one just start running…” I gestured with my hand imitating how ones parent might shoo their kid out of a location. Kat had in fact been my inspiration to try the Watchung Ultra 50K in January and somehow convinced me to sign up for the North Face Endurance Challenge, without a blink of an eye.
It had been over IM and I am sure the conversation went like this, “Wanna do an ultra? You just did a marathon, you can totally do an ultra, just a 50K…” Yup, pretty sure that’s how the conversation went. It’s pretty much how all my endurance challenges have been (Wendy with the Tough Mudder talk).
Here was Kat again preparing her outfit the night of our race with gaiters (new to me), S Caps, and whatever vegan thing she was going to convince me really works. Ok, the dinner was delicious and we even got Chinese food to eat the morning of. Delicious. Powered by rice.
Her friend Luis signed up for the 50-miler and he gave me some tips before we dozed off into dreamland. I felt bad that he would have to wake a couple hours before us to head to the start. It wasn’t long before it was our turn however, and luckily even in getting lost, we made the shuttle with a couple minutes to spare.
I’m at the start. I contemplated hanging back with Kat and her friends but realized that this 2nd ultramarathon would be a test on myself. I wanted to see how well I could do so I started off at a comfortable pace. “Maintain a pace that you can see yourself do for 31 miles,” I reminded myself. As we turned the corner to enter the trails, there was chaos. Everyone was stuck on the side because there was a huge puddle that, of course, no one wanted to run through for good reason (you probably don’t want wet shoes for 31 miles). Once we passed that area the thick mud awaited us. Great! Even more runners were sorting themselves out.
Then some brilliant runners, myself included, decided to just jump right in. I didn’t want to spent the next 30 miles trying to be clean. I came here to get through this. However, that means feeling your shoes get stuck in the mud and I had to reinforce my shoelaces a few times even if they were double knotted. After awhile we encountered some flatter, dry areas which made it more comfortable to run but a few miles in we met rocks, and ascents. I remember Luis telling me to approach it like stairs (I’ve been practicing on the stair master) and breathe when going downhill. I did that. Seemed like those tips helped because by aid station 2 I had people complimenting me on how fast I was and how strong I looked. Nonetheless, people were also dropping out of the race by that aid station.
“More difficult than I expected,” I overheard.
“I underestimated it,” said another.
“I didn’t train well,” said a third.
I continued in, remembering than Joe (who ran Watchung) mentioned don’t spend more than 1-2 minutes at aid stations on a post once. Made sense. “Beware the chair,” another last minute advice by Kat. So, minimal stops and no resting, except to walk—fair.
While running I found it difficult to avoid taking out my phone to take photos of the landscapes. It was absolutely breathtaking.
I also noted how every other runner approached each obstacle. I made room for the faster ones to pass and passed those who were making me take extra steps (I find that annoying and physically taxing). I refueled at the right times and I began questioning myself as to why I hadn’t needed to use the bathroom the entire time but I assumed it was because I trained well (trust your training).
I even ran into Dean Karnazes on the route. I shouted out:
“Dean! You’re one of the reasons why I’m attempting crazy distances like this! I have your book and DVD, we have to take a photo!”
Of course, who wouldn’t? I’m lovable.
I also took a photo of another ultrarunner with Dean and emailed him (Yes, Pier you took some time off my run).
By the time I ran into a fellow teammate at an aid station with 2.9 miles to go, I was still energized and he agreed that I should have signed up for the 50-miler. Probably.
(Photo compliments of Kenneth Tom)
I refueled abit more and continued on. That was the final aid station, I had enough water and I could start picking up the pace, especially since my Garmin Forerunner 610 (which lasts about 8 hours) began alerting low battery.
So, this is how my mind works: I’m 7 hours in, I wanted to register my mileage. Run faster. I did. I also realized that we were merging with the other runners who would be running the marathon and marathon relay. The course started looking familiar in the reverse (The muddy path and puddle ahead). I bolted more. Only a few more, it’s was literally less than 800 meters. I came around the corner and saw the finish line and continued on. Push.
(Photo compliments of Kat’s husband, Jun)
I was welcomed by cheers by my running team and the announcer. One of my new running friends found me and lead me ahead. There was an ice bath. Yes. I went to pick up my bag. I refueled, had a drink, ate some food and waited as my other friends completed their races. Accomplished. I’m an ultramarathoner, for the second time.
Pictured: Jessica [ultrabeast] Woods, Me & Kevin Chin
So final results:
194 out of 334 people
33rd out of 79 females
9th out of 24 in my age group
Not bad, very similar to Watchung under different extreme weather conditions (-2 degrees F, snow and ice).
Now, on to the next race, no 50-miler yet. Oh, and there’s a specific way you pronounce “ultra” marathoner, everyone’s doing it. 😉
“Lets try to make it for the 8:30 start,” Wendy suggested. We all agreed. Rudy had reached out to her months prior about the Tough Mudder and she asked me. I was game (surprise).
We hired Lonnie, who works at NYSC, to train us and we “prepared.” The funny thing is, in retrospect, there’s no preparing really for this course except — be fit. We had the endurance down but was so happy that Lonnie helped us with upper body workouts.
We spent the night prior at a Best Western, ate a Wendy-approved breakfast and packed our necessities. Towels, gloves, Gu…
This was the course:
“This is a race about camaraderie, don’t leave anyone behind,” the tall man bellowed from the start line.To line up we had to climb over a wall to start. I struggled with that and that set the tone for the other obstacles to come. Thankfully a guy behind me pushed me over… Dang, I’m not going to be able to lift myself up!
My elbow started to hurt (I fell off my bike weeks ago and it doesn’t seem to be healing well).
At 8:30 on the dot, after the star spangled banner and some “hoorahs!” we started to make our way over to the starting line… We started in a slow jog to pace ourselves for the unknown ahead. The first obstacle we saw was called, “Kiss of Mud…” We crawled under the barb wires, water splashing in our faces… It got into my eyes and was all over my face. Gross, I just hoped that nothing in there had germs.
The next obstacle was a board, much like the one at start except that it was slightly slanted toward us. Rudy gave me a boost after Wendy got over. We were thankful for the gloves.
We proceeded and I forgot the order of the other obstacles but we saw signs about avoiding the velociraptor (which I found out later is mud that you can get stuck in if you stray off to course). The hills were steep going up and down, even the flat areas were slanted and made it difficult to run without feeling like you were going to twist your ankles. We were faced with obstacles that required jumping over fire, going up ropes, climbing oversized ladders, going up and over logs, jumping into freezing water, going through tunnels (I skipped this one because I realized that I’m a little claustrophobic), swinging from monkey bars, jumping from a 25 feet plank into 12 feet of water, climbing hay, crawling under electric wires and finally running through electric wires. I’m sure I missed one or two obstacles that I failed to mention, including where I had to carry Wendy on my back (hilarious!). We completed the course in 2:45 which was pretty good for our group considering that it was our first time. We all had our specific strengths and in the end, we realized how perfectly we worked together.
Anyway, I’m officially an athlete, 10+ grueling miles of testing my physical strength, mental grit, etc… I’m convinced that the body is amazing and my hard work is paying off. Also, we signed up for another for August! Oorah!
I signed up for the Frontrunner’s pride race again this year.
It’s a fun 5 mile race for the LGBT community and I fully support them. This year marked a year since it’s legal to get same-sex married in NYC. It was an honor to run on the anniversary.
Last year’s pride run was very different from this one. I wasn’t in the best of shape and I stopped a few times. The race is also incredibly packed so sometimes you can’t pass anyone.
However, last year’s result was: 0:44:56 with a 9 min pace placing 631 in my gender, 223 out of 751 in my age and 2076 overall. There were 5,017 runners: Men – 2,430 and Women – 2,587. It was 72 degrees that day and 77% humidity, Wind 4MPH.
This year: I came in at: 0:41:46 with a 8:22 min pace despite the crowded route placing 256 in my gender, 82 out of 727 in my age and 1215 overall. This year there were 4,947 runners: Men – 2,340 and Women – 2,607. The weather was: 69 Degrees, 93% Humidity, Wind 3MPH, A Few Clouds. I did pause three times for water but I did very well because I felt strong throughout the entire race. Unfortunately as usual I didn’t get enough sleep (bad) thanks to my neighbors (who are moving by the month’s end – yes! So I won’t need to move). Next time I’m definitely going to try running at the 7 minute pace starting line because I realized I could run even faster if there was no one in front of my strides. At the last 1/2 mile I sprinted really quickly. After I crossed the finish line, a few people came up to me and complimented me. One even said that I looked like a gazelle and my legs were really high like I was flying. That made my day!
After, there was a raffle (which I didn’t get).
I also ran into the actor, Wilson Cruz. I went up to and asked, “Hey, you look familiar — are you a salsa instructor or someone I’ve danced salsa with before?” Haha, he said, no he’s an actor and if I remembered him from “My So-Called Life,” if I am old enough. Lol I was a little embarrassed for doing this (not every latin guy is a salsa dancer, Jerlyn!)
After the race, I headed to Macondo with my friends and had brunch with unlimited mimosas which caused me to miss my last appointment for the day because I completed passed out and couldn’t wake up. I guess my body needed it.
My first race ever was in September of 2008. It was my first time running outdoors. It also was the most difficult run I’d had in my life! Can you believe it? Barely 3 miles.
2008 was actually a tough year for me and getting into running was a perfect distraction and accomplishment.
Seriously, what did I expect after only running on the treadmill?
It was the Komen Race for the Cure and I came in at 34 minutes. I can run under that time now and a 5K is a breeze these days but I did come a long way.
After a few more 5Ks, I did 5 miles, 6 miles, 10K, 10 miles, 15K, and I even tried a half marathon last year.
Each race left me hungry for more.
I probably spent a fortune on exercise gear alone.
My favorite race so far had been the 10 miler. I think I was the most prepared by being unprepared and it was the day when I truly learned how I was “born to run.”
There’s no stopping me now. Today, I signed up for the ING Marathon in Miami scheduled January 27th, 2013. My aunt, a bionic beast herself, asked me to sign up and there was no second guessing it.
Dreaming to be the best I can be. Pushing my body to its limit, puking if I have to because I want it so bad. I need it. It’s a goal that I can meet because I see it in the distance. It’s an experience I want to cross off my list.
It’s on Bitches! You can follow my progress here.