I was flying on Friday, the 13th...No, I am not superstitious, but it seemed
like a good start for a write-up:) David Penilton, my friend from Portland,
met me at the LAX, and we drove to the Long Beach for a boat trip to
Catalina island, where the race is held. As the boat was closing to land,
the reality settled in - it was all hills...what I actually learned only a
few days before the run.

The course had 7370 feet elevation gain (and same for loss). No, it's not an
easy course, but the island was beautiful! Located in a middle of nowhere,
it was a gem, with green rolling terrain and a small street that they call a
town of Avalon. After checking in to a hotel we milled around, walked 4
miles to scout the beginning of the course and hit the pre-race meeting. I
talked to Tracy Bahr, who was very nice and having run (and won) this race
in 2003 laid out details about the first 2 dark hours and the "fake" flat
section at the end. I saw the girl's filed and settled in at the thought I
am doing it for myself. Remember, I just had a flu, spent 4 days in bed with
a fever of 103.5, was still coughing and weak and wasn't able to run only a
few of days before. I wanted to drag myself to the finish. The exciting part
of it - I was wearing my Montrail t-shirt for the first time and proudly
displayed it. It was such an honor to run for the team! I wished I would
have made the team proud, but what comes - comes. Some things we just have
to accept...

In preparation for the race my first pace chart was made for an 8:10 pace.
Even though my coach Lisa tried to psyche me up for a faster time, I knew my
limits, and breaking 8 hrs was a long shot. After the flu it changed to
"breaking 9 hrs would be a good day". It was a 25th anniversary for the run,
and there were quite a few of past female winners in the filed, so I assured
them I am out of competition. The night came at 9 pm, the ususal tossing and
turning.

5 am start required a flash light for 2 hrs, but I hate a hand-held light,
and had no crew (obviously) to carry a head-lamp that I could drop. So I
went without. The first part was an out-and-back road along the ocean, flat
as a pancake. I held back behind the first 3 girls, using their light as a
guide and pacing off of them. As usual, it wasn't a smart decision. They
were doing at least 7:30s, and I am a VERY slow starter. I was spent by mile
4, angry and frustrated. I pulled my long-sleeved shirt off and started to
walk on a first incline. People started to pass me like crazy, and I lost
count of how many female were ahead after 10. The weather was great,
50thand so far no rain. The incline very soon turned into a 1600/2M
hill on a
dirt road, and my mood improved. I am a very strong hiker, and I was passing
quite a few people who were still jogging. I don't even bother to run
uphill, saving energy and mental attitude. The sunrise met us at the rolling
ridge with gorgeous views on the harbor. It looked like I was leading a
second major pack of runners, and despite the fact that I had to work to
keep the pace going, I felt OK. My biggest concern was the absence of
marking on the course - yes, may be it is obvious to follow the main dirt
road, but there were many crossings of side-roads, and I spent a lot of
mental energy wondering which one to take, as well as a few times just had
to wait for other people to come closer and make a community decision.
Unfortunately, those running close to me had no idea themselves, and it was
a scary thought I was leading them the wrong way...

The first aid station came at 14.4M, 2:30 into the run. I was totally fine
with that. I don't usually use the AS and carry my own supply of gels and
packets with Perpetium powder, so I just fill in the bottles and go. I have
to say, this time I was really good on my fueling, forcing myself to down a
gel and a scoop of P-mix in a bottle every hour, sometimes almost gagging on
it:) At mile 18 I see a known figure, and it's David limping and walking.
Now, I have to say here, David is GREAT runner. Fast and swift, he can run
under 3 hrs marathons on any given day after doing a long trail run the day
before. It was his official first ultra, even though he had done 50 miles in
training numerous times. Despite the fact he had his own health problems the
previous week, like a cold and a stomach bug, what made him loose 14 lbs and
lots of strength, I was still sure he would give Jorge Pacheco (the Vasque
front runner) the race for his money and would break 7 hrs rather easily.
Seeing him was a total surprise. As I passed him, he explained he twisted
his ankle back 5 miles ago and is trying to walk it off. I was pretty sure
he will drop at the next AS...

The Wacko café came at 21.7 miles, where the drop bags were located. I
picked fresh supply of gels and mixes and moved on. The terrain never let
up, going up and down, and ALWAYS on a dirt hard packed road!!! There are 2
things I hate about that: my feet get raw with blisters egg-size, and it is
mentally insane to move on a wide open space, I loose all the ability to
entertain myself and have any kind of speed. That made me more angry...and
my only incentive was to finish for all the people who made pledges for my
run. See, the Avalon 50 is a benefit race, money collected for the local
community (a school and a hospital), and I had so many wonderful people
donated for the cause I had no right to quit! Besides, I wasn't dying, I was
just working hard to move forward, but it's not like a 50 miler supposed to
be easy, right?

The course is a figure 8 out-and-back, and I see Jorge going back...God,
what a beautiful site is that! I am shuffling downhill, having one of the
break-down points, and he is gliding on the uphill effortlessly, his feet
hardly touching the ground, with a smile on his face! What a treat to see!
Much later (40 min or so) the other runners started to stream back. I was
approaching the turn-around at 27.7M at Isthmus, and counting girls on their
way back. Once I passed number 10, it suddenly hit me - I can't be mad at
myself anymore! I am out, la finito, no compete, relax!!! I grabbed half a
cup of coke, 2 Ibuprofen and headed back uphill. What a difference it makes
to have a new attitude!! I was on a cloud 9, simply enjoying my run. Was it
the coke or the fact that I was able to cheer so many runners going towards
me, I am not sure, but I began to feel very strong. Now, in general, I am a
second half runner. There are very few times when I get passed in a second
half of the race, be it a 50k or a 100M, and it is a best feeling in the
world. This stretch also provided us with promised buffalo siting, not that
I ever wanted to come close:) I was flying! OK, may be not flying, but
getting my perk back and moving really well. Another stop at Wacko's,
another re-supply with a help of wonderful volunteers, and off on to the
worst part of the course, the slight (may be 3%?) grade of this ugly dirt
road for 6 miles. Oh, yeah, and the rain came as predicted, at 9 am, kept
for an hour, but then was on and off every half-hour and not too bad, more
like steady drizzle. This stupid stretch was miserable, I was pushing to run
as much as I could, finally feeling that I still can break 9 hrs, but had to
work for it. Walk to that tree - run 4 min. Walk to that bridge - run
another 3. Can't swallow another gel...where is the AS? It came, at 46M, and
I zip by, praying to have enough left in bottles to the end. I can't drink
anymore anyway...and I see another woman on a horizon! I try to close in the
gap, but she sees me too and picks up. It's OK, I keep looking at the watch
now. I know there is a 3M steep asphalt road downhill, brutal on your feet
and knees, at the end, and push on. There is a guy in front - how many did I
pass? A lot, so I catch up to him and we make a pact to get down together.
He has a GPS and keeps updating: 2.25M, 1.75M, 0.75M...we are in town! A
couple more turns, a flat final stretch filled with people and - the
finishing tape!!! 8:44:15, 6th female, 21st overall, what a great run! I am
ecstatic about how it went. Considering the circumstances and all, breaking
8 hrs would have been a done deal. It gages me where I stand at the
beginning of the season, and I am liking it. I am proud, very proud. I gave
it my honest all, and the results are great. I pushed, I pulled, I enjoyed
it, I loved the people, the views, the town...is there a better world than
running an ultra?!

Now I had to only wait for David...you know, my fast friend who was caring a
key to the hotel room. He didn't drop, what was the most stupid decision,
but - he gained a total respect of the whole filed or runners and volunteers
for not giving up! For the first half he thought the injury would work
itself out, but after it was only getting worse, he still was going! That is
an athlete and some grit and determination (albeit not very smart, but who
is one to throw a rock at him?). His slow motion gave me a chance to spend
so much time at the finish line cheering every finisher and hanging out with
friends, old and new. Jorge is one of the perfect examples of what the ultra
runners are about: elite, yet unassuming and shy, he stood there for 5 hrs,
shaking hands and talking. It was such a thrill to participate in this
event, and a tremendous pleasure to sport my Montrail uniform!

6 pm brought an award ceremony and more talking and re-living the run. I
happen to place 3rd in my AG, and on top of it I had another treat. Avalon
50 is a benefit run for the local community, and we were asked to collect
pledges. With a terrific help of my friends, I brought in $397 and it felt
fantastic to make in impact on this little cute town's life. I knew the
first few people with most donation get a free entry, but had no idea the
cut off was at $400. I just wanted to participate for a good cause. So the
RD announces, in front of all, how I was 3 bucks short and how he put in his
own money! That was quite a laugh, of course I jumped in and gave the
difference, even though I am not planning to return. It was really sweet and
fun!

Tough race, lots of elevation change, brutal surface, but what a great run!
Next morning after a sunrise run along the coast was a picture taking, and
we had an opportunity to meet again and have more fun together. I am very
happy, with the race, with the results and with my visit to the beautiful
Catalina island!