Mokelumne 50 Miler
August 28, 2018
This is such a late recap and has been such a hard blog for me to write. I started several times, but writers block got the best of me. Why? Because this was my first DNF of my ultra career. I thought it didn’t mean that much to me, but apparently it did. This race really was an amazing experience though and I will be going back next year to finish it.
This whole 50 miler adventure started with a fitness friend of mine. You know, one of those guys who is like superman at the gym, never gets tired and you know it’s a good day when he doesn’t lap you during AMRAPs. When he asked me if I wanted to run a 50 miler with him and his buddies, of course I said yes. Not knowing the difficulty of the course, I signed up and started training. The venue started at Camanche Lake, about 20 minutes east of Lodi, CA and went 10k of elevation up and down along the Mokelumne River.
During our training cycle, we did a 34 mile long run about six weeks before the race. I felt so strong, nutrition on point and confident! Than two days later… foot pain on my left foot started. Mobility and rest began. After two weeks of no running I got acupuncture and ART, which fixed the issue. Next day… calf strain. More rest and mobility. My new goal for the race was now to just be healed up and ready to go. I had the mileage and the strength, but with no running for 6 weeks could I really do this?
We arrived in the town of Lodi, two days before race day so that we had plenty of time to rest from the long drive. On race morning I was super pumped and excited! I got to race with my two trail buddies Matt and Matt, whose families, along with my husband, crewed for us.
The race began, and we found a chatty group to run with for the first 5 miles or so. There was an amazing sunrise and the views were gorgeous! Lots of climbing, but I took it easy and power hiked the uphills. Matt L., the faster of us three, started running his pace and sped ahead of us. Around mile 8, we crossed a river, where a man came out of nowhere and told us we were going the wrong way and that we were on private property. We back tracked about a mile and found the correct way, losing about 15 minutes. More climbing. Steep climbing. At mile 12 my knees started aching. I never have knee issues, but I kept to my positive mindset and continued. We went through cow pastures, more river crossings, and soon it was just Matt H. and I. Than no pink ribbons. Great, again we were lost. We back tracked again and found the right trail. Another 15 minutes lost.
As the morning went on the heat started to turn up. During our training cycle back home, it didn’t get too hot, so we weren’t able to do much heat training. Of course, there was a storm the weekend before the race at Mokelumne, but lucky us our race was on the first hot day. This started to affect me, but I ignored it and knew that my husband and crew were only a mile away.
Our crew was awesome! It felt so good to hear the hoots and hollering as we became visible to them. Spirits were high and for the most part we still felt good. I quickly ate some PB and J sandwiches, chugged my Gatorade and refilled my pack. We would see them again right before the turn around point at mile 22.
It got hotter, the hills got steeper and the walking breaks became more frequent. I mentally powered through it and concentrated on my breathing and meditation. I checked my watch and now started to worry if I would make the cut off times. I started to get ahead of Matt a little, but could see him behind me. As we approached the next aid station my husband and crew members ran out to me, encouraging me to get moving and that I was close to the cutoff. As my husband Kyle refilled my pack, I ate some fruit quickly and chugged more Gatorade. I had to run 4 more miles at an 8 minute pace to make the cutoff. Kyle ran the 4 miles with me through climbs and rolling hills. Him, being a soccer player, an 8 minute pace is slow. To us ultra runners, an 8 minute pace is fast, especially when you are already 20 + miles in. I didn’t talk much during these 4 miles and just put one foot in front of the other and followed Kyle in front of me. As I reached the turn around point my heart sank as I saw the aid station volunteers were already packed up and ready to drive away. I was 40 minutes behind the cutoff time and knew that I had a DNF. Emotions were all over the place, but no tears surprisingly. I’m not used to failing, but how do you know what you can accomplish until you try right?
Kyle ran back to the aid station while I waited for Matt. He was about 30 minutes behind me and again my heart sank when I saw the disappointment on his face. His family ran the last 4 miles with him too. DNF. The volunteers drove us back to the aid station in pretty much silence. We got into our cars and drove back to the next aid station to cheer on Matt. I was happy to know at least one of us would cross the finish line.
Matt L. did in fact finish and I we were all very proud of our superman. It was an extremely hard course that only 47 people entered and 13 were DNFs. This was the first race that I did not go home with a medal. Luckily, the support and wisdom from my family and ultra friends pumped up my spirits and shortly after the race I signed up for my next ultra. I took this race as a learning experience that I will not forget and will not let it get me down. I could not have asked for better training partners to share this journey with, and the families that supported us during this challenge. Stay tuned for how I do in the Black Mountain 50k!









