I think I'm recovered enough from sleep deprivation to state with some clarity that this last weekend was one of the best running experiences of my life. And given that I've been blessed with some pretty great opportunities over the years, that's saying something.
That must be why they call Hood to Coast, "The Mother of all Relays". It was so great, that my teammates and I just shrugged off some of the inconveniences that come with a race like this. For me, it was also a great opportunity to run with some really fast guys, most with college track backgrounds. Several have recently completed, or are training for marathons at or under 3 hours.
It was like the ultimate guy's weekend' only with little beer and carousing. Just running, talking about running, and watching others running. 11 guys, mostly from Chicago, flew into Portland where we met up with our 12th teammate. We loaded up in two minivans and headed for our first stop, the Nike employee store, down the street from Nike Headquarters in Beaverton, Oregon. It was a special treat, courtesy of Nike, a chance to load up on some of the best gear at bargain prices. As the weekend wore on I was especially grateful that I picked up some running tights there.
That's because it was actually chilly in Oregon. As I write this back home in sweltering 90 degree Chicago heat with a broken air conditioner in our house, I can hardly believe it. But it was ideal running weather there: Highs of 60, Lows in the upper 40's.
We settled into a cabin on Mount Hood, near the start of the race. Friday morning several of us went on a three mile run to loosen up, and we passed many of the teams that started as early as 6:30 in the morning, some 12 hours before our starting time. We were seeded as one of the faster teams, which meant one of the latest starting times.
So that meant we had all day to lounge around, and get psyched for the race. Most of us spent the day watching movies in the cabin. I watched three. That about equals my previous total for the year.
Finally at 6:30 pm we got to start! But as the 10th runner in our 12 person relay team, I still had several more hours before my first leg. So we saw our first teammates off, and headed to a restaurant for some pasta. I wouldn't get to run my first leg until just after midnight!
When I finally got a chance to run, I took off like a banshee, only to remember I was running about a 10k, and had better be a little more reasonable with my pace. Most of my teammates reported similar experiences. But with only a small headlamp to light the way, I slowed down and finished in about 6:45 pace, then immediately began to try to cool down and mentally prepare for my next leg.
After all 6 runners in our van ran their legs, we drove ahead to the 18th exchange zone, where we managed to close our eyes for an hour or so before we had to begin preparing to get going again. By the time I got the baton, it was just after 7am, and daylight was upon us. It was my most difficult leg. Nearly 7 miles, it began with a steep climb for a mile and a half before the rolling downhill began and took a beating on my quads.
But this was the leg where I began to see a lot of other runners on the course. I passed several, and several others passed me. The surroundings were so beautiful I think we were all tempted to stop running and take it all in. But duty called, and I red-lined it to the next exchange at an average pace of about 7:20 a mile.
As our race continued, it became apparent to me that my teammates were flying, and I was doing my best not to drag them down too much. Our team average pace was near 6:45 a mile, despite the difficult terrain in the mountains of Oregon. These guys were animals!
By the time we all finished our 2nd legs of the relay, we were beat. But we knew we had to rally for one final leg to bring it home. We were hoping to finish in the medals for the male masters division, and based on effort, we were feeling pretty good about our chances. The second leg is a bear though, as evidenced by my favorite comment I overheard from a member of another team who described it as, "a straight up suffer fest"! He obviously didn't share the positive attitude of our teammate, Dave Miller, who, during his tough uphill leg, "I own this Mother!"
I aspired to that attitude, but, after basically racing the equivalent of 2 10k's in the previous 7 hours, it was going to be a challenge to try to run fast on my third and final leg. Thankfully, it was the shortest at 4.19 miles. I loaded up on Cliff bars, and tried to muster my remaining energy.
I set a modest goal, given the my sore and tired body, to try to break 30 minutes. Then I took off, and began to try to pass runners ahead of me on the route. I managed to get about 9 of them, though one passed me. And when I was finished, I was really done! I missed my time goal by 2 seconds though.
As the final two runners burned it up, we drove to the finish line at the beach on Pacific ocean, confident that we'd given it our all. The celebration at the beach at the end of the race was like nothing I've ever seen at a race. There was a mixture of euphoria and relief. Sleep deprivation was mixed with really sore muscles soothed by some of the great Oregon beer and music. Most of the teams wandered away from the party for a few minutes to step into the frigid ocean water as some sort of exclamation point on the accomplishment.
Shortly after we finished we checked the results to find we'd finished one spot out of the medals, despite running just over 22 hours for the 197 miles. Overall, we were 38th out of 1024 teams, but apparently the male masters division was pretty competitive. Actually, I think all the divisions were pretty competitive. This is a race that draws some of the most serious runners from around the country for the chance to have an incomparable running experience. I know it was for me, and I'm grateful to the 11 other guys. I knew just one of them before this race. Now I have ten new friends with an incredible shared experience.
One of my friends who didn't run put it best. She said running Hood to Coast is on her "Bucket List". Well it was on mine too, but now I can cross one off. Well, at least until next year!
See you on the roads....
