How I Did On My 2018 Goals

The year is winding down, so it’s time to look back at how I did on my goals.  2018 had a lot of ups and downs.  I had some big successes, but I also had one major failure.  It was also a year of transition.  At the beginning of the year, I was piling up lots of mileage, but it was mostly race-walking.  By the end of the year, I was doing far fewer miles, but it was mostly running.  Here’s how I did on the goals I posted last January.

Walk 100 Miles in 24 Hours at FANS

This was by far my biggest goal, and it was a big success.  I started training for this race in August of 2017.  I gradually built my average daily mileage to a peak of 20 miles per day.  My form wasn’t as smooth as the more experienced walkers, but what I lacked in efficiency, I made up for with a fitness level that allowed me to maintain a fast enough pace, even as began to tire.  I finished with 101 miles.  In the process, I became the 91st person to earn a United States Centurion badge in a judged walking competition.

For more detail on that race, here’s my race report.

Set a New Race-Walking PR for the Marathon

Going into the year, my best time for walking a marathon was 4:58:01.  I improved on that at the Surf City Marathon in February with a time of 4:46:07.  Then I set another new walking PR at the Kentucky Derby Festival Marathon in April, finishing in 4:39:51.

Although it wasn’t one of my stated goals, I also set new marks for walking 10 kilometers.  First, I walked the Bermuda 10K in 1:05:28.  Five months later, I walked the Cheese Curd Festival 10K in 1:03:45.

Finish a Third Circuit of 50 States

I reached this goal in November, when I ran the Route 66 Marathon in Tulsa.  A few weeks later. I received my trophy from the 50 States Marathon Club.  This one has a different design than my first two 50 states trophies.

New Countries

Every year since 2010, I’ve run marathons in at least two new countries.  My goal for this year was to continue that trend.  I ended up running marathons in four new countries.  In January, I ran the Bermuda Marathon.   In June, I traveled to Canada to do the Manitoba Marathon.  In September, I traveled to Denmark to run the Skovløberen Marathon.  I finished the year by running the End of the World Marathon in Belize.  That brought my lifetime total to 32 countries.

Minnesota Races

I have a long-term goal of doing every marathon in Minnesota.  This year, I added the Blue Ox Marathon in Bemidji.  I’m not getting any closer to finishing, though.  This year, there were five new marathons in Minnesota.  This is probably a never-ending goal.

Qualify for the Western States Endurance Run

Ever since my DNF at Western States in 2012, I’ve wanted to go back.  This year, I scheduled the Vermont 100 as my qualifying race.  It didn’t go well.  I thought I could walk the majority of the course, and do just enough running to make sure I stayed on pace to beat the 30 hour time limit.  Less than three weeks before the race, I had a high hamstring injury in my left leg.  It didn’t seem to bother me when I ran, but it hurt if I tried to walk at a fast pace.

The course turned out to be more technical than I thought.  That, plus the fact that I was doing much more running than I planned, led me to start running out of gas after only 30 miles.  I ended up dropping out at 47 miles.

I realized this was a make or break moment for me.  Dropping out of this race meant not having a Western States qualifier.  That, in turn, meant I would have to start over with one ticket next year.  I’m not getting any younger, and it can take several years to get into that race.

My recent back problems have made me question whether I can realistically do a race like Western States.  To train adequately for a race like that takes lots of steep downhill running, which is something I should probably avoid.  You also have to do a qualifying race every year.

As much as I loathe giving up on a goal, I decided it was time to let this one go.  As soon as I made that decision, I made peace with it.  Now that I don’t need to worry about scheduling qualifying races every year, it’ll be much easier to schedule the other races I want to do.  I can also focus my training on the things I’m good at.  I’ve always been more of a road runner.

Re-integrate Running Into My Training

For the first half of the year, my top priority was to train for FANS.  That required lots of walking, but I also had a long-term goal of gradually adding running back into the mix.  By the middle of January, I was only running once or twice a week, but I started to consistently run at least 10 miles per week.  I’ve run at least 10 miles every week since then.

To minimize impact, I ran on a treadmill with a slight uphill grade – usually two percent.  By May, I was finally running every third day.  I ran 105 miles that month (in addition to walking 515 miles).  I’ve run at least 100 miles every month since.

By the end of June, I was finally ready to run every other day.  That was short-lived as my hamstring injury forced me to take extra rest days while I recovered.

My return to running was hampered a few times by colds, but I continued to run a minimum of 10 miles per week and 100 miles per month.

In September, for the first time in 15 months, I ran on consecutive days.  In October, I ran marathons on three consecutive weekends.  By then, I was running all of my marathons, and started consistently running them in under four hours.

I was still running only a few days a week and supplementing my mileage by walking.  In December, winter conditions forced me indoors.  I wasn’t interesting in doing more than one workout per day on the treadmill, so I finally made the switch to all running.  Last week, I ran 50 miles.  It was the first time in 18 months I ran that much in one week without it including a marathon or ultra.

I’m where I wanted to be in terms of how much I’m running.  The next step will be to improve my pace and get back to where a 10 mile run feel effortless.  Right now, it still feels like a long haul.

Cut Back on Marathons

I wanted to cut back on my race schedule, mostly because I was spending too much time away from home.  My goal for this year was make only 12 trips out of town by myself.  That’s an average of one a month.

I was able to stick to that goal.  I made twelve solo trips for marathons and ultras.  I also made a few trips with Deb and I did two local races that didn’t involve overnight stays.

Late in the year, I found I wasn’t doing enough races to stay in shape.  I’m in the habit of using marathons as my long training runs, so I really need to be doing them every two or three weeks.  Early in the year, when I was averaging 15-20 miles per day, it didn’t matter as much if I wasn’t doing 20+ miles at a time.  As my weekly mileage dropped, I started to miss the long workouts.

Going forward, I’ll probably make a few more trips than I did this year, but only to make sure that I never go more than three weeks without running a marathon.  That seems about right for the way I train.

That’s how I did on my goals, but it doesn’t tell the whole story.  2018 was like two different years.  For the first six months, I was mostly walking, I was doing higher mileage than ever before, and I was really gung-ho about my training.  In the second half of the year, my training fell off a cliff.

To understand what happened, you have to go back to about February.  I used to write blog posts once or twice a week.  I’ve continued to post race reports, but I haven’t had any other posts since February.  It’s not that I didn’t have anything else to write about.  I did a lot of long workouts on a treadmill, and I would often pass the time by mentally writing my next post.  After the workout, I would begin writing up those thoughts.  I never got too far, however, before I needed to get ready for my next workout.  I started posts on several different topics, but never finished any of them.  To get in my mileage, I was doing three workouts a day.  When you include changing clothes, cooling down, showering, etc., it started to seem like a full time job.  I didn’t feel like I had time for anything else.

After several months, it took a mental toll on me.  After FANS, I cut back a bit, but I still wanted to maintain a high mileage load as I gradually transitioned back to running.  At first, I cut back to 15 miles a day.  I remember posting on Facebook that I thought that mileage level would be sustainable.  That was a fateful post.  The very next day, I tweaked a tendon where my hamstring connects to my pelvis.  After that I had to cut back while I healed.

Usually, runners hate to take time off from training.  For me, it seemed more like a relief.  I enjoyed the time off a little too much.  For the next few months, I sometimes took days off even when I didn’t need to.

Now I had more time to write, but I was no longer interested.  I was burned out, and it extended to my writing.  This is my first post since February that isn’t a race report.

I’m finally getting more consistent about doing daily workouts, but I don’t have any enthusiasm to do more than one workout in a day.

In the first half of the year, when I was doing as many as 20 miles a day, I was eating a lot, but still losing weight.  When I cut back on running and walking, I didn’t adjust my eating habits.  Since then I’ve gained 10 pounds.  That’s enough to add about 15 minutes to my marathon times.  With a reduced mileage load, losing that weight won’t be easy.

I finished the year with 3,000.15 walking miles and 1335.35 running miles.  I did the vast majority of the walking in the first half of the year, and I did the vast majority of the running in the second half.

I finished three ultramarathons, thirteen marathons, two 10K races, and one mile race.  I also had a DNF in a 100 mile race.

So that’s how 2018 went.  I had a few low spots, but overall I think it was a pretty good year.  In a few days, I’ll post my goals for 2019.

Race Report: 2018 FANS 24 Hour Race

On June 2-3, I walked the FANS 24 Hour Race in Minneapolis.  I’ve done FANS ten times before.  I did the 24 hour race seven times, the 12 hour race twice, and the 6 hour race once.  On all of those occasions, I ran.  This was the first time I registered as a walker.

The FANS races have always had walking divisions.  Over the years, the races have become more and more competitive.  With the addition of a USATF race-walking judge, it became possible for walkers to earn a Centurion Racewalker badge by walking 100 miles within the 24 hour time limit.  Sometimes competitive walkers travel from other countries to attempt 100 miles at FANS.

When I ran the FANS 24 Hour Race in 1998, it was my first ultramarathon.  I immediately fell in love with the race.  Last summer, John Greene – who often crews for me – reminded me that this year would be the 20th anniversary of that race.  At the time, I was still recovering from back surgery, so I couldn’t do any running.  I was intrigued by the idea of walking FANS, but only if I thought I had a realistic chance of walking 100 miles.  John has walked this race several times, and I’ve also crewed for him.  I followed his progress as he kept setting new course records for walking, until he eventually reached 100 miles.  I knew it wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Last August, I walked a marathon in 5:21:57.  That was just eight weeks after surgery.  I told myself, “If I could make that much progress in just eight weeks, imagine what I could do if I kept at it for 10 more months.”  That’s when I decided that walking 100 miles at FANS was feasible.

I knew I could walk fast for distances up to a marathon, but maintaining a brisk pace for 24 hours is another story.  To reach 100 miles in 24 hours, I needed to maintain an average pace of 14:24 per mile.  That may sound easy, but it includes the time I take for eating, drinking, bathroom stops, required weigh-ins, and clothing changes.  Realistically, I probably needed to be able to walk at a 13:30 pace and have it feel effortless, even after several hours.

I didn’t have any experience training for an event like this, but it seemed like the most important thing was to do as much walking as possible.  I wanted to get really comfortable at a pace that was about a minute per mile faster than the pace I needed to sustain at FANS.  I was already averaging 10 miles per day.  From there, I ramped up my mileage by roughly 10 percent each month.

In 1999, Danny Ripka ran 136.01 miles at FANS.  At the time, that was a course record.  Danny said his training included “20 a day for May.”  That seemed like an insane number of miles to be running, but walking is much easier on your body.  When I was doing 10 miles a day, I never felt sore, stiff or tired.  Every morning, I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy.  20 miles a day seemed feasible.  At the rate I was ramping up, I had just enough time to get there by May.

That’s it.  My entire training plan was based on a whim.  I wanted to do “20 a day for May,” just like Danny.  It took me nine months to gradually ramp up to that level, but I did it.

Physically, 20 miles a day was manageable, but I no longer felt fresh as a daisy.  I was starting to accumulate some minor aches and pains.  Psychologically, it was much tougher.  I usually split up my mileage into three workouts.  Including the time to get ready for each workout and the time to cool down and shower afterwards, it seemed like all I did was train.  From breakfast to dinner, seven days a week, I didn’t have time for much else.

I did most of my training at paces ranging from 12 to 13 minutes per mile.  I tried to never get any slower than 14.  In races, I could push myself much faster.  Over the course of the last year, I walked 11 marathons, a 10K, a 5K, and a mile.  By the end of April, I was able to average 10:40 per mile for a marathon.

My longest walk was the Darkside 8 Hour Race, which was three weeks before FANS.  In that race, I averaged 12:31 per mile on a 90 degree sunny day.  On the plus side, I never got any slower than 13 minutes per mile.  On the negative side, I was completely spent after eight hours.  I knew I had to pace myself more conservatively at FANS.

The FANS course is a 2.14 mile loop around Snelling Lake in Fort Snelling State Park.  The park is in the Minnesota River valley, just below historic Fort Snelling.

The park is close to the Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport.  It’s so close that part of the course goes directly underneath the towers that hold the runway lights.

About half of the loop is paved.  The other half is dirt trail.

Near the main aid station, there’s an area where the participants can set up tents and have all their gear handy.

Even though this was a local race, I had a packing list that took two pages.  It’s like packing for a camping trip.  In addition to multiple pairs of running shoes, spare running clothes and rain gear, I needed a tent, folding chairs, a card table, bug spray, sunblock, Aquaphor, electrolyte pills, headlamp, flashlights, and a whole assortment of stuff that I might or might not need.  For a race like this, I’d rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.  To save time on race day, I had most of my gear loaded into the car on Friday.

Late Friday afternoon, I went to the Waite House in Minneapolis for packet pickup and the pre-race dinner.  While I was there, I was able to meet some of the other walkers.

I wasn’t the only one aiming to walk 100 miles in this race.  There were six experienced Centurions registered.  They included Marco Bloemerts, Arie Kandelaars, and Gertrude Achterberg from the Netherlands, Andrew Titley from the Isle of Man, Rob Robertson from Oklahoma, and John Greene from Minnesota.  Marco, Arie, Gertrude, and Andrew each had Centurion badges from other countries and were here to get a US Centurion badge.  Rob got his first Centurion badge at FANS three years ago.  He has since earned badges in other counties, but came back to earn a second US Centurion badge at FANS.  John was registered, but wasn’t trying for another Centurion badge.  He was crewing for me, but was also planning to walk at least 51 miles.  John and I are each working on eventually getting into the FANS 1,000 mile club.

The race didn’t start until 8:00, but I got up at 4:00, so I could eat an early breakfast, get to the park early, unload the car, and set up our tent.  We had a new tent this year.  A week before the race, we practiced putting it up in our back yard.  It goes up quickly.  Taking it down is a bit more involved, but that was a problem for after the race.

After setting up the tent, changing shoes, and shedding my warm-up clothes, I went over to the medical tent to check in and get weighed.  During the race, everyone had to weigh in every four hours.  By monitoring our weight, the medical staff could tell if we were hydrating properly.

FANS used to be held on the last weekend of June.  It was always hot and humid, and in any given year, there was about a 50 percent chance of a thunderstorm.  Several years ago, they moved the race to the first weekend of June.  On average, the temperatures have been more comfortable, but it’s still possible to get a hot day.  Thunderstorms, unfortunately, are still something you have to plan for.

In the weeks leading up to this race, we had unseasonably hot weather.  On Memorial Day, it got up to 100 degrees.  I had been worried about hot, humid conditions, but race day brought a completely different set of concerns.  The forecast high was only 65 degrees, with rain and thunderstorms in the forecast for the entire day.   A little light rain on a hot day might feel good, but it wasn’t hot, and too much rain can make the trail muddy.  Thunderstorms make everything more complicated.

I was hoping to wear the same clothes for the whole race, but had spare clothes, including a light jacket and a rain poncho.  Ideally, I also wanted to do the whole race in the same pair of shoes, but I brought two spare pairs.  I also brought extra pairs of socks.  I was worried about getting gravel in my shoes, so I wore gaiters.

Before the race started, I made a point of meeting my lap counter for the first shift.  Laps are all counted manually by volunteers.  It’s good to know who your lap counter is, so you can make sure they see you as you finish each lap.

Before the first full lap, we did an out-and-back that was about 1.7 miles.  The purpose of the out-and-back was to align the 100 mile mark with the end of a lap.  100 miles has always been a common goal for 24-hour runners.  In recent years, it has also been a common goal for walkers.

I wanted to start the race at a pace somewhere between 13:00 and 13:30 per mile.  That corresponds roughly with lap times between 28 and 29 minutes.

I did the out-and-back in 22 minutes, which corresponds to a pace of 13 minutes per mile.  My first few full laps were about 27:45.  That’s a little faster than I planned to start, but not outrageous.  I eventually settled into lap times that were averaging 28 minutes.

There were two aid stations per lap.  Each time I reached an aid station, I had something to drink.  About once an hour, I also had something to eat.  Over the course of the race, I ate cookies, candy, tea breads, cake and PBJs.  I tended to go for sugary snacks that I could eat quickly.

John walked with me for the first four laps.  Then he took a break while I walked my next two laps.  He repeated this pattern for the first half of the race.  Later, John switched to walking two laps and then resting during my next two.

Most of the walkers who were going for Centurion badges started at about the same pace.  In the early laps, I could see Marco, Arie, and Gertrude just ahead of me.  Andrew was going faster, and quickly got too far ahead for me to see him.  Rob lined up behind us, so I didn’t see him, but I assume he was never far behind me.

To keep from going out too fast, I made a point of staying behind Arie and Gertrude, who were walking together.

In this picture of Marco, you can see Bruce Leasure wearing the blue jacket.  Bruce was the USATF race-walk judge.  He walked the course in the opposite direction, so he could see the walkers as many times as possible.

About two hours into the race, I noticed a few rain drops.  Then it stopped.  After a few false starts, it turned into a steady light rain.  I wasn’t sure if it was just a passing shower, so I kept wearing the same clothes.  After about an hour, the rain stopped.

The rain actually seemed to improve the trail conditions.  Before the race, the dirt was somewhat loose.  The rain, in combination with people running and walking on it, helped pack down the dirt.  After that, the trail was fairly firm.

There were loose rocks on the trail.  I found them to be incredibly uncomfortable for walking.  When I stepped on a rock, it sometimes made my shoe roll in an unusual way.  Within four hours, I already had painful blisters on the heels of both feet.  Heel blisters are a common problem when I walk, but usually only when it’s hot or I’m going fast.  It was worrisome that I was feeling so much blister pain so early in the race.  I still had 20 hours to go.  At this point, I was pessimistic about being able to cope with blister pain that I assumed would only get worse.

At noon, we had our first required weigh-in.  My weight was up half a pound.  It could have simply been the weight of my wet shoes, but I was making frequent bathroom stops, so I concluded I was drinking too much.  I cut back temporarily to only drinking at the main aid station and skipping the one on the opposite side of the loop.

Eventually, I realized that cutting my fluid intake meant I was also cutting my sugar intake.  I was counting on getting most of my calories from Gatorade.  Instead of eating snacks once per hour, I started eating them every lap.

In the early afternoon, we had another rain shower.  This one also lasted about an hour.  Puddles started forming on the road.  The trail was dry enough before the race that it was able to absorb most of the water, but a few muddy spots formed.

I was still stopping to pee every two or three laps.  I told John I would alternate between 28 and 29 minutes laps, depending on whether they included bathroom stops.  I didn’t stick to that.  At some point, Arie and Gertrude stopped at the main aid station, and I inadvertently got ahead of them.  With nobody holding me back, I started to get overzealous in my pacing.  On my non-bathroom laps, I sometimes went faster to make up the lost time.

At 4 PM, we had our second weigh-in.  My weight was back to where it started, even though my shoes were still wet.  I was able to go up to five laps between bathroom stops, so I went back to drinking at every aid station.  Eventually, I found myself making more frequent bathroom stops again, but I waited for the next weigh-in before making any more adjustments.

John heard that a thunderstorm was coming.  I felt a few drops, but then it stopped.  Then the sun came out.  The thunderstorm passed north of us.  That was a relief.  I don’t think the trail could have absorbed any more water.

Between 4 and 8 PM, my lap times started to drift.  I slowed to 29 minutes.  Some laps took almost 30 minutes.  I found myself suddenly needing to work much harder to walk the same pace.  I also realized that I was no longer noticing the blister pain.  I had two possible theories for that.  The first is that I was subconsciously altering my stride to avoid making contact with my heels, particularly on the trail section of the course.  A shorter stride would make me work harder to go the same pace.  My second theory was that I was pushing harder to maintain my pace, so I was generating more endorphins.  Endorphins are natural pain killers.

I was getting the sense that I was putting in too much effort to maintain my pace.  I didn’t think this effort would be sustainable for the rest of the race.  I wanted to relax and allow myself to slow down a little, but I was afraid.  What if endorphins were suppressing the blister pain?  If I relaxed, I risked turning off the endorphin spigot.  That in turn, could turn on the pain spigot.  I wasn’t willing to risk that.  Instead, I risked blowing up badly in the second half by going too fast.  I was more worried about intense blister pain making it difficult for me to continue through the night.  I continued to push the pace on every lap.

I was 40 miles into the race when it occurred to me that I had already set a new PR for longest distance walked.  I couldn't be satisfied with that.  I couldn't settle for anything less than 100.

At least twice during the race, pizza was delivered.  After my 21st lap, I had a small slice of pizza.

I wanted to do 53 miles in the first 12 hours.  I ended up doing 53.75.  That gave me a nice cushion, but I was concerned about how much effort I was putting into each lap.

At the 8 PM weigh-in, my weight was up a pound and a half.  I went back to only drinking at the main aid station.  I was reluctant to cut back any more than that.  My body was sending me mixed signals.  On one hand, I was back to making bathroom stops every other lap.  On the other hand, I felt thirsty.

Objectively, it seemed obvious that I was overhydrating, but it was hard to see how that was happening.  Whenever I drank, I looked for the cup that was least full.  I seldom drank more than four ounces at a time.  That added up to only eight ounces per hour.  When I peed, it seemed like I was passing much more fluid than I was drinking.  Where was it coming from?

In the second half of the race, I had to start setting intermediate milestones.  When I passed 57 miles, I could tell myself I walked my age in miles.  I’ve run my age several times, but this was the first time I walked my age.  The next intermediate milestone was 100K.

By now, I was starting to feel slightly out of breath whenever I ate solid food.  Chewing took too much energy.  The fatigue was taking a toll on me.

At 9 PM, I put on my headlamp.  The race volunteers had already set up lamps along most of the course, but they didn’t illuminate the entire course.  On the trail, you really need a headlamp, but the lamps were still useful.  They gave me perspective.  I could see when the trail started bending to the left or right.  That gave me a good feel for where I was.

One of the traditions at FANS is that the lap counters ring a cowbell whenever someone reaches a milestone like 50 miles or 100K.  After my 23rd lap, I got my 50 mile cowbell.  I was looking forward to hearing the cowbell again when I reached 100K, but they forgot to ring it.  I was momentarily disappointed, but I didn’t let it bother me.

The trail section had a number of uneven spots, where the soil was bumpy.  At night, I didn’t always see them, so I often scuffed my foot over one.  That was uncomfortable, and it also caused me to waste energy.

With the trail section getting more tiring, I worked harder and harder to compensate.  I took things one lap at a time.  In each lap, I worked as hard as I could to maintain the pace on the trail section.  The road section was much easier.  There I worked hard to pick up my pace to compensate for slowing down on the trail section.  I knew my effort was unsustainable, but I was trying to keep my lap times under 30 minutes for as long as I could.

At some point, I could no longer keep my lap times below 30 minutes.  That’s OK.  John calculated that I only needed to average 33:20 per lap the rest of the way.  If I could do a lap in 30:20, I was putting three more minutes in the bank.

For the rest of the race, my pace gradually deteriorated, but the pace I needed to average was also getting slower.  By the time I slowed to 31 minutes, I only needed to average 34:10.  By the time I slowed to 32 minutes, I only needed to average 35.  That trend continued and eventually accelerated as there were fewer and fewer laps.

At midnight, my weight was unchanged, so I continued to drink at only the main aid station.  I cut back to only eating snacks every other lap.  I was taking too long to finish eating snacks, and it caused me to start each lap at a slow pace.

During the night, I really hated walking on the trail.  It helped that John was with me on half of my laps.  John wondered if he was slowing me down.  I was slowing down, but it wasn’t John’s fault.  I was running out of gas.

I loved walking on the paved part of the course.  If I could do the whole race on smooth pavement, I could easily keep up the pace.  It was the uneven trail surface that was wearing me down.

When I only had 12 laps to go, I could tell myself that it was less than a marathon to go, and I still had seven hours to do it.  That should have made it seem manageable, but it didn’t.  Instead, I just counted down the laps.  Twelve laps didn’t seem like that many, but I was now putting a heroic effort into each one.  I had been doing that for several hours already.  I didn’t seem like I should be able to keep doing that, but I walked every lap as if it were my last.  I’m not sure how I kept up that effort.  I’ve never pushed myself so hard in a race.

At the final weigh-in, my weight was up another pound.  I was clearly overhydrating, but I didn’t want to stop drinking entirely.  I was getting the majority of my calories from the Gatorade, and I needed that fuel.

I was relieved when the sun came up.  Finally, I could see all parts of the trail clearly.  I was able to do a better job of avoiding the various bumps and slick spots.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t avoid all the rocks.  They were all over the trail.

After sunrise, the wind really picked up.  The temperature had dropped into the low 50s, and the wind made it feel like 40s.  I had to put on a light jacket for my last three laps.

With three laps to go, I had to make a bathroom stop – the long kind.  I lost a few minutes, but more importantly my legs were stiff when I resumed walking.  Despite the stop, that was a 36 minute lap.  At this point, I only needed to average 39.

I never saw Rob, but he was just behind me when I made that last bathroom stop.  While I was in the bathroom, he passed me.

Andrew was the first walker to reach 100 miles, getting there in 22:27:32.  On his final lap, he wore the flag of the Isle of Man.  He went on to complete 106.8 miles.  That’s a new course record for a walker.

I pressed on through one more lap on my own, and then John joined me for the last two.  On those two laps, I only needed to average 44 minutes per lap.  I managed 34.  As I finished my 46th lap, I reached the 100 mile mark and got to hear the cowbell again.  I got there in 23:39:33.

In the last hour of the race, we can switch to a quarter mile out-and-back course.  Three of the other walkers had already reached 100 miles and were adding on as much additional mileage as they could.  Arie was still working on getting to 100 miles.  He made it with less than 10 minutes to spare.

I was still trying to walk fast, but I couldn’t do it anymore.  Despite my best efforts, a 15 minute mile was the best I could manage.  I ended up doing four quarter mile laps, bringing my total to 101 miles.  I probably had time to do one more lap, but I wasn’t paying close enough attention to my pace, and I didn’t want to start another lap if I might not have time to finish it.

After the race, my blister pain came back with a vengeance.  When I was working hard, I generated enough endorphins to suppress the pain.  Now, I could barely walk.  Soreness in my calf muscles also made it difficult to walk.  I needed to make another bathroom stop, but it was difficult to walk to the bathroom.

The wind was cold, so I needed to get something on my legs.  With John’s help, I managed to pull on a pair of wind pants over my shoes.  I knew if I took the shoes off I would never get them on again.

After everyone packed up their tents, we had a post-race breakfast on a patio near the start/finish area.  That was followed by an awards ceremony.  In addition to awards for the top finishers and various directors’ awards, they give sweatshirts to anyone who completes 100 miles in 24 hours.  This year, 12 people reached 100 miles.  Five of them were walkers.

Throughout the breakfast and awards, I felt borderline sick.  I wasn’t nauseous, but I felt like I was somehow off.  I’m sure my body chemistry was messed up.  I also found it increasingly difficult to move.  Now, every muscle in my legs was sore.  In addition, I had sore muscles in my arms, shoulders and upper back.  My vigorous arm swing stressed my upper body as much as the brisk walking stressed my legs.

This was the 12th time I’ve covered at least 100 miles in a race, and it was the eighth time I’ve done it in 24 hours.  It was only the first time I did it walking the whole way.

I was one of four walkers to earn their first US Centurion badge.  Based on our order of finish, I became the 91st US Centurion.

When the other walkers learned that I’ve also run this race, they asked me which was more difficult.  There’s no question that walking 100 miles in 24 hours is much more difficult than running 100 miles.  This is by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life.  There were times during the race when I didn’t think I could continue all night.  There were times when I wanted to quit.  There were times when I wanted to slow down and just walk at a casual pace for the rest of the race.  I knew if I did that I wouldn’t get to 100 miles.

I started training for this race last August.  In recent months, I spent so much time training that I didn’t have time for anything else.  There were other races I wanted to do, but I skipped them if I thought they would disrupt my training.  I was all in on getting my Centurion badge.  It’s common to fail on the first try, but I didn’t want to spend another year training for a second try.  I also didn’t want to endure this much pain and fatigue again.

Knowing that I like to travel to other countries to race, John and Rob each asked me if I would start doing Centurion races in other countries.  I admire the other walkers who have done that, but I think I’m one and done.

Race Statistics

Distance:  101 miles

Time:  24 hours

Average Pace:  14:15

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  354

Lifetime 100s:  12

Lifetime FANS Miles:  933.5