Grand Mesa 50 Mile

The 40 Mile Problem.
This appropriately describes my race. I have recently had this issue (Miwok, Grand R2R2R, Zion Traverse), where around mile 40, I literally hate ultra-running. Something happens, and I'm reduced to a walk. I question the desire to waste time on anything more than 26 miles, and wonder what's wrong with me. Give me a coke/beer/pizza/burrito, fun people to hang with, and conversation that revolves around non-ultra topics (sports, relationships, bathroom humor, etc.). The conversations that happen when I describe this to ultra-runners and non ultra-runners are as follows:

Dave: *Describes 40-mile problem as above*
Ultra-runner: 'Yeah, I get that. It happens to me, too. It sucks. You want a beer?'

Dave: *Describes 40-mile problem as above*
Non Ultra-runner: 'Wait, you sound sane! It's nice to meet you! Let's be friends!'

For Grand Mesa, the ball of my right foot began to hurt. I started walking and thought of dropping. Then along came Andrea, the local drug dealer. She gave me 800mg of Ibuprofen. I swallowed, and 10 minutes later felt great. I ran the rest of the way, caught up to my drug dealer, and we ran the last 3.5 miles into the finish together.

I then drank beer and made new friends and we got dinner together and everything ended happily ever after.

The Race Itself
What I liked about the race. It was slightly 'old school ultra-running', that isn't catering to the prima donna.

• No cell phone coverage. So no posting of live 'selfies' (Please, lets all get together and stop this trend).
• Sections with no trail. (You just followed random markers in the trees and on the ground)
• Aid stations that were randomly spaced apart. (12 miles for one, then 3.5 for another)
• Aid stations where you were responsible for opening your own bags of Ritz Crackers or pouring your own water. (The horror! Foods were not put in a plastic bowl for me already? I have to actually fill my own bottles?)

The course itself probably could have benefited from 'Wrong Way' signs. There were many sections where numerous people I talked with, became confused on which way to go. 

My GPS had 50 miles with about 4,000ft of gain. This actually ended up being very hard, as combined with the 10,000 feet we were at the entire time, resulted in a lot of running and truly no hills to work other muscles. As someone who has been doing a lot of vertical gain and a lot of hiking recently, this got to me after awhile. 

Pre-race, small crowd.

Pre-race meal of pasta, cookies, rolls, corn. I had thirds.

Registration

Finish

Camping. Middle of random field. Free.

Myself and my drug dealer at the finish.

Dale's Pale. Always been one of my favs.

I called the local steakhouse (RJ's) and got them to stay open for us. I was really proud of that achievement. Legit food.