Wave hello

"Dude! Did you miss me??"

Whoa. 

That was a big one.

I just got hit by this year's first wave of Miwok Anxiety. 

It's like boogie boarding in choppy surf—one moment you're riding the wave, the next moment the wave is riding you...right down into the sand.

Boom! Welcome to the party, pal!

In 2017 the nerves started a full two weeks ahead of race day. Today, we're just nine days out.

This is progress, maybe.

"Who are those guys?" (a Yakima Skyline Rim 25K race report)

Deja view.

"Boy, you know every time I see Hole-in-the-Wall again, it's like seeing it fresh for the first time. And every time that happens, I keep asking myself the same question: how could I be so damn stupid to keep coming back here?"

~ Paul Newman in 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'
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I had never been there before, but there was something familiar about the setting for the Yakima Skyline Rim 25K.

The high cliffs overlooking the river, the trains across the water from our campground, a relentless pursuit over rocky crags, leading inexorably to a desperate leap...

"No, we'll jump."
"Like hell we will."

What could it be?

Today, after a little rest and a lot of food, I figured it out.
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The YSR 25k is a simple, but great course. 

It doesn't seduce you with the buttery, forested single track typical of the Pacific Northwest. 

Rather, it hits you in the ribs with two hulking climbs and descents, linked together by a rocky, technical ridge line. It lays it all out in front of you without acrimony and says, "This is what I have...what do you have?"

Well, I'll tell you what I have, YSR course—I have two very ruined big toenails, thank you very little—both wrecked on your freakish descents. I'll think of you when I'm limping around the Marin headlands in a couple of weeks.

That said, I also have a bit more confidence heading into Miwok 100k, since the biggest ups and downs on that course don't compare to a Sunday on the trails in the Yakima River Canyon.

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The first climb at YSR is about two and a half miles long, with grades of up to 45%. Along the way are four or five false summits that might make the climb seem less than it is.

But they don't. It still seems like one of the toughest uphills I've encountered on any race course, including Squamish and Backcountry Rise. 

And that was before I got to the second climb.

About four and a half miles long, at the back half of the course, this ascent indifferently stares you in the face nearly the entire time. Looking up at it was visually intimidating, if I'm honest, so I just kept my head down and focused on the next several steps in front of me.

This worked out better than curling up in a ball and rolling back down the hill.

Framed by the climbs on both sides, the in-between trail along the ridge line is no stroll in the park. The terrain is fraught with semi-treacherous rocks most of the way—but it is a welcome, mostly runnable break from the ascents.

As is often the case, the last descent is as hard as (if not harder than) any of the climbing. If you're an elite mountain runner you might be able to cut loose and fly down a slope like this, but [Spoiler Alert] I'm not an elite mountain runner. I'm a guy with a family and a mortgage and a couple of zombie toenails. 

A guy with a healthy appreciation for not being broken into unfixable pieces.

So the last descent took a while. And it hurt my toes.

"Don't they get tired? Don't they get hungry?
Why don't they slow up? Hell, they could even
go faster, at least that'd be a change!"
(Photo courtesy of Brandon Williams.)

The last three-quarters of a mile at YSR takes you back over the seasickness-inducing pedestrian bridge you crossed earlier in the day, across some pavement, up a little rise, and before you know it, viola! You're high-fiving RD James Varner and dunking your feet in the icy-cold Yakima River.

Denouement: nope, that's it. Like the course, there was no dramatic plot twist, no ambush in a Bolivian village. 

Just...the end.

I think I'll keep coming back here.

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Many thanks to the cast and crew at Rainshadow Running for a reliably rollicking good time. Even more thank-yous to the volunteers, who really don't have to be out there on a random-if-beautiful Sunday (let alone Easter Sunday), but are out there dispensing joy, nonetheless.

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"Kid, next time I say, 'Let's go somewhere like Bolivia,' let's GO somewhere like Bolivia."

~ Butch Cassidy

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Yakima Skyline 25k

3:36:49

76/234 (overall)

1/16 (M 50-59)

Shoes:
Hoka Speedgoat 3

Song stuck in my head the entire time: 
"Panama" ~ Van Halen

When the going gets strange

"Take care, my friends. Travel gently and with purpose. It’s about to get weird."

~Michelle Evans
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"Feed me, Seymour!"

I've reached the point in my Miwok training when I can't get enough sleep or enough to eat.

I'm eating all the foods...and losing weight. I'm napping every chance I get...and still feel sleep-deprived.

I rarely weigh myself, but when a scale recently and mysteriously appeared in our bathroom, I couldn't resist. 

Full disclosure: I'm under 160 pounds. I'm pretty sure I haven't weighed this little since I was a sophomore in high school. 

Additional evidence: I had to pull up my running tights about every 100 yards during Saturday's long run—which tells me I need to eat more or get new running tights.

DID YOU KNOW: Kodiak Cakes are loaded with protein and taste great right now, even though I hadn't eaten pancakes in years.

Also—eggs over hard, topped with guacamole, are the best things ever. Let's face it, though, there are few things that aren't better topped with guacamole.

I'm eating nutritional yeast in pasta, on sea scallops, and on roasted veggies. It's loaded with B vitamins and is currently delicious. We'll see how I feel about it after Miwok.

Chunky peanut butter with apple slices. Everything old is new again.

Trader Joe's Miso Ginger Broth with high-protein organic tofu (who am I anymore, really?).

TJ's Aioli Garlic Mustard Sauce? I could eat that sh*t with a spoon.*

A ginger-molasses cookie after dinner? Yes, please. They're delicious, so I better have two, every night. And maybe some of that dark chocolate with raspberries.
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My month-over-month mileage nearly doubled in March, and I'm on a similar pace in April. I'm going to keep redlining it over here for about 10 more days, whilst trying not to get hurt or chew off a couple of fingers.
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Old after-dinner routine: leftovers for tomorrow. New after-dinner hustle: no leftovers, no tomorrow. "Are you gonna eat that??"
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*Hasn't happened yet, but don't think it hasn't occurred to me.