Race report: Urban ICT 50 (DNF)

Urban ICT 50-mile

July 26-27, 2019

Place: DNF

Time: –:–:–

This one will be short. I knew going in that attempting the 50-mile was a bad idea. Unprepared is putting it lightly. I almost never run anymore unless it’s a casual race that I’m not actually racing. I’ve gotta get back into it in a big way. I also have very minimal experience running at night. I don’t love it.

But I thought I’d give it a shot. Arrived about 40 minutes before the race, checked in and visiting with a few friends.

bib and shirt

Shirt and bib.

LIsa and me

One of my favorite humans and super fast friends, Lisa Johnson. Always happy to see her!

pre race scenery

Pre-race views.

I should’ve dropped to a shorter distance and I didn’t. I’m stubborn that way. But my friend Ingrid offered to run together and I took her up on it. I warned her ahead of time it would be a struggle for me, but she took on the challenge anyway.

It was fun getting to chat and run with someone else — especially when meandering through some very dark and sketchy areas along the course.

start group

Group of us at the start.

wtf am i doing

Probably telling some dumb joke already.

We made it through the first stretch around 19 miles with not many problems other than some general soreness and whatnot. But my pace was slowing quite a bit and the soreness would only get worse — as would my ability to breathe. Talk about a trend.

Keeper of the Plains

Some of the views didn’t suck.

After dry heaving twice due to deep hiccups, by the time I reached mile 24 or so, I knew I was done. I was gasping for air like never before and really struggled to even keep moving forward. I called it a night at mile 27, as I knew even if I rebounded from this (it wasn’t happening), making it under the cutoff would’ve meant actually speeding up, which wasn’t happening either.

It was absolutely the right choice, as I puked up a lung, a kidney and some other organs once I returned to my hotel. Struggled to breathe for the next day or so. I really wish I could get a handle on that. Until that point comes… I’ll just keep trying to figure it out.

Here’s a pic that looks like I finished the race. But it was really just at mile 19.2 when I crossed the end of the first section. Never made it back through for a second.

first loop done

Mile 90 Photography is legit.

Moving on…

Next up: Royals Charities 10K — Saturday, August 10 — Kansas City, MO

Race report: Prairie Fire Marathon

Prairie Fire Marathon

October 11, 2015

Marathon #7

Place: DNF

Time: N/A

Only posting to remind myself of this debacle in the future.

First DNF in a marathon, only second ever DNF — Gravel Grind 50K, summer 2015. Hiccups that normally don’t hit until mile 12-14 kicked in at mile 3. I struggled badly to just breathe and move forward after mile 5. Made it to the mile 9 aid station before calling it quits. Would have had to walk the rest, and it just wasn’t worth it.

This was highly disappointing, but with my new(ish) job as a newspaper editor, I’ve been working 60-70 hours per week and have struggled to find/make time to train consistently, if at all.

I pretty much knew going in this was going to be a disaster. Honestly should have switched to the half.

Hoping to get a grip on this hiccup thing, though I realize it’ll probably never go away completely. But some ideas have been kicked around by myself, some people I trust, and a runner doctor I met here in town.

In the meantime, my marathon struggles continue.


PFM expo, 10/10/15.

PFM expo, 10/10/15.

Race report: Kansas City Marathon

Oct 19, 2013 — Kansas City, MO

Waddell & Reed Kansas City Marathon

Place: 1,409/1,791

Time: 4:57:02

Embarrassing. Painful. Depressing. Did I mention embarrassing? I am only posting this to remind myself just how bad it can get during a race, and maybe even learn from it.

Started slow, like everyone always tells me to. Kept a steady, albeit too slow pace through 10-12 miles. It didn’t take long for the race to beat me up, physically, but even more so mentally/emotionally.

By mile 13, I knew I had no chance at my sub-4 goal. By mile 14, my dreaded hiccups hit (just like every marathon I’ve done around the same point) and I knew I had no chance at my weak 4:12 PR. By mile 15, I knew I couldn’t even come close to a PR. That’s when I quit mentally. I was crushed. It was an emotional weekend for various reasons. I have a looooong list of excuses I could make, and have (unprepared for hills, horrendous training, mental blocks, complete lack of focus, outside stress, etc). But I won’t elaborate further. At least not again, and not here.

Fact: I’m better than this. I am not a quitter. But I almost quit several times in this one. Only reasons to continue: Big medal + finisher’s shirt (only to find out you had to pay extra for a finisher’s shirt — no, thanks). Mentally, I quit. My state of mind has improved slightly since the race, but not by a ton. I am taking a break from marathons. I stink at the marathon, plain and simple.

“At least you finished.” Screw that. That’s not the goal. Especially by now. I will be back. Probably as soon as April (+ as long as it takes to figure out my hiccup past mile 14 issue). But for the time being, I’m taking a mental break from 26.2. I’m running a local 5K race for Halloween with my girlfriend this weekend — I’ll be dressed as Wolverine. Then, a local 10K on November 9… Strongly considering a 12-hour Ultra on November 16 with a goal of running 50 miles (my longest ever is 38) to earn a special belt buckle award. Even that would feel less like a race, though. Long story, short: I just want to make running fun again.

The 26.2 is no fun for me at this point. And that’s okay.