Race Report - Blackbeard’s Revenge 100 Miler
First off, I'd like to say thank you to everyone for the kind words and well wishes in the immediate aftermath of my disappointing performance this weekend. As promised, here is the race report detailing the highlights (lowlights?) of the weekend.
Blackbeard’s Revenge 100m & 100k is run along the NC outer banks with the 100m starting at the Currituck Beach Lighthouse in Corolla and ending at the Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum in Hatteras. I love running on the outer banks because they’re flat and nostalgic. I grew up fishing for and gigging flounder in the salt marshes with my father and being out there brings back great memories.
Conditions for the race were forecast to be partly to mostly cloudy with temperatures in the 50s all day on Saturday, dropping into the 40s overnight into Sunday. The wind was forecast to be constant 15-20 mph with gusts well over 30 mph.
We started off the race at 5:00am and I immediately settled into a rhythm of walking the first minute of each mile and running the rest. The entirety of the route was on the shoulder of open roads, mostly highway, and the first half of the race was uneventful, with alternating stretches of seclusion and small town like Duck, Kitty Hawk and Nags Head. I was clipping along at an easy 12:00-12.30 overall pace and my nutrition and hydration were good. The only problem was the wind, which simultaneously kept things cool, but also tended to blow me off balance at times when the gusts got high.
Still, I was running in an easy rhythm, clicking off the miles. DW was crewing for me, scouting aid stations and refilling my consumables when needed. A pre-planned change of shoes and socks at the 30 mile aid station did a lot to ease some knee pain that tried to creep in. Around 40 miles in, I started to feel the fatigue in my legs and mind and probably let my nutrition slip a little from miles 35-50 or so. I started playing mental games with my race strategy to refocus. I would vary my run/walk interval and focus on running the new strategy for 5 miles to address the fatigue in my legs and keep my mind in the present and not what lay ahead.
By the time I got to mile 65, though, I was really feeling the onset of fatigue in my legs, was having difficulty switching back to running from my walk intervals, and was starting to question some life choices that had brought me to this point. I walked the next 5 mile stretch to try and give my running muscles a rest and recharge on the fly. It was an incredibly dark and desolate stretch of course with no lights except for the stars and oncoming headlights. It felt interminable. At 70 miles I decided to break out my headphones to see if the mental lift the music brings would kickstart my race. At this point, I was alternating running and walking 1/4 mile at a time. It worked to an extent, lifting my spirits and getting me moving more readily. Unfortunately, part of my difficulty transitioning from walking to running was my left ankle and Achilles starting to ache and get weak. I had planned for this possibility and was had an ankle sleeve to put on at the next aid station for support. It wasn't to be, though, as I started developing (or at least feeling) blisters on the bottom of both feet during that stretch. There was no way I could put the compression sleeve on over them. System failures were starting to cascade on me.
Regardless, I still felt like I was going to be able to finish at that point. A member of the race staff stopped and ran with me for a few hundred yards to gauge my physical and mental state for safety purposes and told me they'd be back to do that periodically throughout the night. My focus beyond that stretch was on 3 roughly 5-mile blocks of course between upcoming aid station, after which it would be a 12 mile countdown to the finish. The sun was fully down at this point and after a brief respite where the wind lay down right at sunset, it came roaring back worse than ever and the temps started to fall. I had changed into my warm gear and wasn't really feeling the cold too much, though.
At the mile 75 aid station, I checked in and refilled my hydration and nutrition supplies. It was a brief stop and I was on my way in 3-4 minutes. As I left the aid station, though, I started shivering and shaking uncontrollably. It was too strong to push through and I had to turn around and go back to the car to try and warm up to shake the feeling. After spending 15-20 minutes brainstorming and trying to get out of the car it was apparent that it wasn't going to pass. I gave some thought to trying an extended rest break to see if that would help, but it was a catch-22. Even if it got me past the chills, my muscles and joints, which were already on their last legs, pardon the pun, were going to stiffen and tighten up too much to restart. I needed to keep my momentum moving forward to keep them going. So just like that, it was over. I turned in my bib and took my first DNF. I had been on course for around 19 hours when I called it.
At this point, my best estimate of the cause of the DNF was threefold. I ran the first half of the race at a nice, easy, comfortable pace. I think, though, that I needed more frequent or longer walk breaks in there to keep my legs fresher and conserve energy for later in the race. Second, while the wind helped keep things cool throughout, constantly having to adjust for its impact was exhausting just because it was so strong. Finally, know I was undertrained for the race. I didn't really have a way to conceptualize the difference in magnitude between the 100k and 100m distance and put together my own training plan, mostly by adding significant daily walks on top of the running to the plan I used for the 100k. Obviously, it wasn't enough. In retrospect, if I could've adjusted any of these 3 factors I might've been able to finish. Taken as a whole across the 75-76 miles I completed, I think they just accumulated to the point that I pushed my body past its limit to the breaking point of fatigue.
I'm not sure what typical ultra DNF rates are, but I think the rates from this race may bear out the impact of the wind conditions. The race had DNF rates right around 40% for the 100 miles and 33% for the 100k. Those seem pretty high to me, and the wind conditions were the biggest wild card this weekend. In retrospect, I would've rather had the storms that closed the course for 90-135 minutes last year over the constant onslaught we got from the wind this year.
When I said in my earlier posting that this was an especially difficult decision to DNF because it was going to be my only attempt at the distance, it wasn't a reaction to the race. I'd already pretty much decided that this was one and done because the training that I did, insufficient though it was, was exhausting. I felt like I haven't been able to do anything since Dopey but run and walk, run and walk. The training has eaten my life and I don't really want to do that to myself or my wife, again. Maybe that will change with time, maybe not. It's not all negative, either. I've learned a lot about myself and the 100 mile distance along the way. I set a new distance PR by 13 miles with the 75.96 that I did complete!
Thanks for sticking with me through a long race recap. A lot happened over those 76 miles and these were just the biggest “highlights”. It was an adventure and I don't regret the attempt at all. The race was extremely well run and organized. I’d recommend it to anyone without reservation.