Showing posts with label Lake Mead Train Trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lake Mead Train Trail. Show all posts

Monday, February 18, 2019

2019 Saints and Sinners Half Marathon Race Recap - Boulder City, NV




Official Time: 2:02:23
Placement: 205th place overall (out of 350), 100th male, 28 in the 45-49 age division
Results:  Here
Race Website: Here
Weather: Sunny, some wind from the south, about 45 - 50 degrees
Garmin Dump: Here
Previous Years: [2018]

Mile TimeComments
18:10Just coasting down the hills
28:12
38:16
49:00A bit of a hill here took the starch out of my pace
58:43
68:54Last of the down hill... unfortunately
79:22On to the dirt trail. I knew this was going to be a sufferfest
89:37
910:09The finish can't come fast enough. Had to pause here to remove a rock from my shoe
109:51
119:47A little bit of a downhill to the lake
1210:03Not much last here
1311:22A bit of downhill then up. I had nothing left here.
13.110:56
Total Miles: 13:11 2:02:56



Me after the race enjoying the views of Lake Mead

Introduction


Last year, I did the Saints and Sinners half marathon and generally had a good experience.  It is in one of my favorite places to run: The Lake Mead Hoover Dam Train Trail.  I don't think I was going to do it this year on account it is a destination race for me and let's face it, I've done it before (as well as another race, the St Patrick's Day run) along the course.

But sometime around Christmas they had a flash sale and their semi-steep price turned into a good deal.  I think I squeaked in for around $60, which isn't too unreasonable for a race (for whatever reason Vegas-area races tend to be expensive).

So sometime around the new year, I got my ducks in a row, booked a hotel and got excited about the race.


The Race


Well, the problem is I didn't get excited about the race.  A few days before the race, I got my annual cold.  This cold wasn't one of those blow your nose / whine in bed colds.  It was very mild but it did leave me out of breath easily and coughing like a 2-pack-a-day smoker.

To compound matters, I jumped a curb a few days before the race (while running of course) and pulled something in my groin area.  I was literally limping around 24 hours before the race: step with the left, drag with the right.  So I was taking anti-inflamatories and cold medicine. Not a good combination.

And finally, I had to deal with some emotional issues early in the week (a post forthcoming on that).

So to say the least, I did NOT feel like running -- at all.

I woke up Saturday morning and my groin had resolved itself -- miraculously.  I was coughing but I felt reasonable.  I figured I might as well run it.  The Saints and Sinners organizers have good medals and I paid for the race.  I knew it wasn't going to be pretty though, but sometimes miracles do happen. and the running Gods smile down upon you.



I got dropped off at the race and I milled about for 40 minutes before the race talking to people and psyching myself out that I could actually run 13 miles while feeling like crap.


Pre-race orientation

The race started a few minutes late (it took a while for everyone to make their way to the starting line from the runner assembly area).  And soon we were off.

The first quarter or half mile I was hemmed in.  There were a ton of runners and we were on a paved standard issue bike trail (about 7 feet wide).  Most people had lined up according to speed but there were some that clearly hadn't gotten the message.  It wasn't the end of the world... .I was sort of feeling myself out and after a few initial twinges, my groin behaved itself.  I told myself that if I felt like crap early on, I could just walk off the course and call for a ride or hoof it back to the hotel.

The first 3 miles are a delicious downhill.  I wasn't working too hard and I let gravity pull me down.  My breathing was controlled and believe it or not, I felt okay.  My head, although was cloudy and humming from a week's worth of cold medicine and my legs just felt tired despite having nearly 4 days of no running.

The air temperature was warming up too.  While it never got over 55 that day, it did feel warm and it seemed like I was working up a good sweat.  I looked around and a lot of runners were wearing winter clothing -- they would pay for that later in the race.  I was in short-sleeves, shorts and throw away gloves, which I pocketed a mile or two into the race.

The first reality check is around mile 4.  There is a decent hill and suddenly you have to actually "run" instead of coast.  It was at this point I knew it was going to be a rough race for me.  While the hill is only about 40 feet, it definitely took its toll.

There is an aid station at the top and luckily the run goes downhill for another two miles.  The descent at this point is much more mild, and I was able to return to a normal half marathon pace.

The bike trail zigs and zags its way down the main drag of Boulder City and you are treated to some awesome views of Lake Mead.  Traffic was well maintained and while the course was steep at times, you were never running out of control.

About the 10K, when the downhill stopped, I knew it was going to be a grueling run to the finish.  I just felt really off, demoralized and out of energy.  I tried to cheer myself up by looking at the views, but simply put, I didn't feel like running.  

Also at this point you change from the bike trail to the dirt "rail trail".  The footing is easy and while technically a trail, it is as smooth as can be.  It is also a little hard to get any traction and get a bounce from the rebound, so my pace suffered here.



You are still treated to some stunning views of Lake Mead and the surrounding cliffs.  You also get to run through the tunnels, although unlike last year's race, you only got to run though two of them.  The park service decided that one of the tunnels needed repairs and closed it to public access.  

I couldn't wait until the turn around, which happened around mile 8.5.  There were still plenty of people to run with so I was never entirely alone during the race.  Although it was humbling to be passed as my pace suffered with each mile.

I kept telling myself, I was finally in the homestretch.  My legs just felt like lead and I really didn't have anything going for me.  While my Garmin was chirping at 9:30+ miles I felt like I was running 10-11 minute miles.

After getting off the trail, I could see the finish line -- way in the distance.  I still had a solid 4 miles to go, but at least the next two were a gentle, paved downhill as we resumed running on the bike trail.  

This is from about mile 6.75, the starting line is to the upper left hand corner

The final mile I was mad at myself and I was going over in my mind how much I hated running.  I don't really, but that is the way I felt as I shambled along.  I just had nothing left.

Due to the tunnel closure we had to run past the finish line for about .53 of a mile (downhill) and then turn around and make our way back to the top.  It was so frustrating to hear the announcer saying everyone's name and the finish line music.  There used to be a day when I would've been long done by now.  To be honest, I longed to just cut the course.

I pretty much dragged myself back and made the left hand turn towards the finish line.  Around mile 13, I dug deep and made a bit of a sprint to the finish -- you know -- so it would look like I wasn't dying when I crossed.

You get to cross under one of two finish lines, a white saint banner or a red sinner banner.  Of course, for the second year in a row, this heathen ran through the sinner banner.




Conclusion


After the race I walked off the post race nausea and looked around for anyone I knew.  Being I was nearly 400 miles from home, I didn't.  But I grabbed some water / gatorade.  I couldn't stomach any food but they had fruit, cookies and typical post race food.

On some level I was happy that I had "survived" the race.  Shari was begging me not to run it and in all honesty, I sort of excited my expectations -- I sort of felt like I was going to be doing a fair amount of walking.



The original plan was for me to run back up to the Lake Mead Park's pay entrance and Shari was going to pick me up.  That was about a mile run / walk.  I didn't have much left and my motivation to run was nil.  Luckily they did have a shuttle that ferried people back to the starting line (where 99% of the people parked their cars).

I hovered near the shuttle until it was nearly full and grabbed one of the last seats.



The finisher's medal is a gem.  It is heavy duty and large.  Plus it is in the shape of my favorite state.  This one will likely go down as one of my favorites.

The shirt's colors were kind of a mish-mash (I am wearing it in the second photo).  It is hard to read but overall a standard issue tech shirt.  I will definitely wear it.

I like the course but disliked it this year on account of the grueling half mile out and back at the end.  This wasn't the race organizer's fault by any means but it was my least favorite part of the course.

The mile markers seemed to be off a bit at the start of the race and about half way through started to sync with my Garmin.  Not the end of the world though.  The aid stations were properly manned with enthusiastic volunteers.  I think there were more aid stations than advertised, so that is always a plus.

This was definitely not the race I wanted to have (again no fault to the organizers).  When I registered for this race I was going to use it to really get a decent time.  The course is fast, especially with the elevation profile.  I think given the conditions and motivation to run, I could've done a LOT better here.  But with all kinds of variables stacked against me, I got the expected outcome.  And worst of all, I was significantly slower than last year.

Will I race this next year?  Perhaps.  I like the race a lot and especially the course.  If they send out another special offer to save I will likely do it again.



Saturday, May 12, 2018

Hoover Dam Lodge to Pat Tilllman Bridge Run


Introduction


On my way down to Arizona to my new diggs, I decided to stop into the Hoover Dam Lodge for the night.  I had been on the road for 6+ hours and I had another 4 to go before reaching Phoenix.  I've stayed there before and it is a nice hotel and conveniently located near the Hoover Dam and Lake Mead.

Their parking lot backs up to the Train Trail which is the old route that trains took to supply the workers at the Hoover Dam with materials.  The tracks are long gone but the tunnels and the path remains.

Whenever I get a chance, I love to walk or run along this trail.

On Sunday morning I opted to get up early, load up some water in a canteen and make my way to the Hoover Dam.  I almost took a spill when I tripped on a rock on the way down, but other than that, this route is pretty flat and easy to deal with.  I've also run this stretch of trail for a few races, namely the Saints and Sinners Half and the 6 Tunnels Half.

Just as I was closing in on the dam I decided to run across the Pat Tillman bridge and come within inches of crossing into Arizona.  Unfortunately the way is blocked off so you can't quite do it.  

I was there pretty early so I had avoided most of the crowds but there were a few people there beating the heat.

It was roughly a 4 mile run from the hotel to the bridge and I took my time.  There are some bathrooms and drinking fountains along the way.  However, I'd definitely bring some of your hydration if the weather is warm.

There are signs directing you to do the dam or bridge so it is hard to get lost.  

I love runs like this.  I sort of got the back entrance tour (and it was free) to the dam.




















 

Saturday, February 17, 2018

2018 Saints and Sinners Half Marathon Race Recap - Boulder City, NV





Official Time: 1:49:40
Placement: 73rd Male out of 225, 25th out of 74 in the 40 - 49 age division, 114th out of 630 overall
Results:  Here
Race Website: Here
Weather: Upper 40's to mid 50's, sunny and slight wind from the south
Garmin Dump: Here


Mile TimeComments
17:49Fast downhill.
27:43 
37:50Wish the entire course was like this. Gentle downhill
48:39About a quarter mile of up hill. Where did this one come from?
58:02Back to downhill
68:16Last of the downhill sections.
78:44A little bit up hill and grinding away on the dirt trail
8 9:05This section is hard. I felt flat and not getting any bounce from the dirt
99:24Sort of wishing I was done
109:22Can't wait to head into the home stretch
118:49Back to going downhill.  My legs are kind of dead
128:55Pushing it to the finish
12.836:59Really nice downhill section here.
 
Total Miles: 12.89 - 1:49:43




Introduction


I am not sure what possessed me to do the Saints and Sinners Half Marathon.  I think it was an excuse to go to Las Vegas, get out of town, and do something new (one of my New Years Resolutions). 

I am familiar with the course given that I have hiked the area a bit and I ran the March Madness Half Marathon there last year.  However, this course started in Bootleg Canyon -- in the heart of Boulder City and allowed me to descend onto the Lake Mead Train Trail and then finally finish near the shores of the legendary lake.  The lake is the primary water source for southern Nevada and also the home of the Hoover Dam.

So a few weeks before the race was slated to begin, I plunked my money down, booked the Hoover Dam Lodge Hotel and made my way down to Boulder City -- a city that borders the Hoover Dam and Arizona / Nevada state line and about 6 hours south of Salt Lake City.

I left Friday morning and got into town about 3 o'clock Nevada time after having lunch in Mesquite, NV.  The packet pick up was at the Henderson Convention Center.  I have never driven down the older section of town.  Kind of interesting.

The pickup was sort of chaotic, but I got in and out fairly quickly.  Unfortunately, I think I got last year's shirt.  They were out of men's XL and were giving out last year's.  I was happy simply to get a shirt however.  Given that I had registered as late as I had, there was no guarantee I was to receive a shirt at all.



The Race


I got up 5:45 and got some food and drink in me and got ready for my race.  Shari was going to drive me about 5 miles to Bootleg Canyon Park, drop me off and then head back to the hotel.  This worked out extremely well.  The drive time was less than 10 minutes.

It was warm out and my fears of having to sit around for 40 minutes waiting for the race to start while shivering in the cold were unfounded.  I had brought some throw away gloves with me and I wound up not needing them (got rid of them at the 3rd aid station).  I had a short sleeve shirt and shorts.  I was 100% fine and am SO glad I didn't over dress (there were a lot of folks over dressed).



I spent my time milling about, using the rest room, and chit chatting with various people (turns out the Utah contingent was quite strong).  The rest room situation was good, especially 30 minutes before the race, but I suspect the porta-potties got long lines closer to the start.




 
After the National Anthem, we headed on over to the starting line (it was at this point that I turned off my phone) and it started pretty close to 9 AM.

Almost immediately the course started off with a gradual downhill.  I never really know how to pace myself with a downhill half marathon.  The pace I am running is taking advantage of the downhill but it clearly is faster than I'd like it to be.

I just decided to go with it.  So long as I wasn't breathing too hard I figured I'd be in good shape.

I burned through the first 5K in less time than last week's 5K.  That's usually a bad sign, but given that the first 3 miles involve a lot of downhill, it wasn't unexpected.  My legs were a little tired and didn't feel very fresh but my breathing was good.

I was running along the Boulder City bike trail.  If you drive from Vegas to the Hoover Dam, you'll probably see this wonderful bike trail along the I-93.  I've always wanted to run it and was certainly glad I was going downhill.  It would've been a grind had I been going up hill.

I had my first gut check around mile 4 or so.  At this point you get a good quarter mile (or maybe longer) up hill.  I saw some people ahead of me begin to walk.  It was a grind and I began to wonder if I had burned out my legs.

Luckily the down hill section returned and my legs bounced back.  But the change in gears certainly had taken a toll and I just didn't feel like I had it in me.  This was looking to be a bad race.

Mile 6 started to get real.  I no longer had the aid of running downhill and I felt like it was warm.  I kept forcing myself to hold on. I remembered running the 6 Tunnels Half marathon along this section and just feeling like I was going to die.

The temperature cooled down while running along the train trail.  The sun was still rising and the trail was enveloped in shade.  The wind was also gone.  However, the trail at this point is crushed dirt.  So you don't get any bounce and it takes a bit more energy it seems to really run fast.

As I was running I was trying to figure out when the turn-around was going to happen.  I knew once I got to the turn around that it would feel like the race would be in the closing rounds.

The turn around finally came at the final tunnel.  Basically, you ran through a long tunnel (maybe a 100 yards or more), came to a water stop and then immediately turned around.  The problem with this is that it caused your Garmin to freak out as it hasn't made a solid connection for a few minutes. For most people, it meant that their Garmin was no longer recording accurately.  Post race reports indicate some people came in at 13.7 miles and others 12.7.

When I hit the mile 9 marker my Garmin read 9.15.  I also didn't see the connection icon lit, so I have a feeling it was guessing.  And up until this point, my Garmin and the mile markers had been in sync.

Miles 10 and 11 were also .15 miles off.  However, a few minutes later after hitting the official 11 marker, the 12 mile marker showed up.  Something wasn't right.

I was really happy when I hit the 11ish mile marker.  The dirt trail ended and I was back on asphalt and some really nice downhill.  It wasn't crazy downhill, but it definitely helped me pick up my pace.  I could almost smell the finish line as I descended to Lake Mead.



The final quarter mile is a super fast downhill.  I looked at my Garmin and figured I had a shot at going under 1:50.  I turned on the jets and cruised under the "Sinner" finish line (it was closest).


Conclusion



After crossing the finish line, I walked off any nausea I had.  The plan for getting back to the hotel (and trying to get out before the 11 AM check-out time) was that I would text Shari and I would run back to the pay gate to the Lake Mead National Park entrance. 

The problem with this is that I had just run 13 miles.  The route back to the pay gate (and avoiding the $20 entry fee) was mildly uphill, about a mile to a mile and half,  and timing it with Shari.

I grabbed a donut hole, filled my canteen, got a few pictures and then made my way back up.  In short, that part sucked and I walked bits and pieces of it.  Hopefully people who were running to the finish line didn't think I was showboating by running the course in reverse to get back to my ride.




 

The organizers of the race did have a shuttle bus back to the starting line, but I really didn't want to wait and that took me further than I needed to go.

In short, though everything worked out and I was able to give a bit of support / encouragement to the finishers coming in behind me.

I liked this race.  The course was absolutely stunning and it was fast.  That doesn't mean it was easy.  The pounding it takes at the start make it a challenge to bear down and really crush the final miles.

I think part of my hang-up was that I really suffered last year at the March Madness race.  And I've never run particularly well in Vegas despite the advantages of lower elevation.  So I think mentally I wasn't firing on all cylinders.

Overall I liked the course and the organization.  Packet pickup was easy. Sort of bummed about the shirt but I have a ton already.  The medal is super heavy-duty and unique.  It weighed a ton and was definitely a worth one.

My performance was solid.  Although given the course profile, I figured I'd have a good race.  With nearly 1000 feet of downhill it allowed me to get a decent head start.  In the back of my mind, however, I wonder if I really did run 13.1 miles.  I hope so and the MapMyRun seems to indicate that it is an accurate course.

I'd run this race again.  It was a lot of fun and well supported.  I just hope I ran 13.1 miles and I know my Garmin in this race isn't to be trusted too much. (at least for the first 8.5 miles it was fine).  I like the theme and they have a good vibe here.  If you enjoy desert scenery and downhill running, this race would be right up your alley.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Boulder City Nevada Road Trip Recap



Introduction


As I usually like to do after a road is recap what I experienced.  This is more or less for me, as an online diary of my adventures.  It really doesn't have a whole lot to do about running, but it does capture some of the experiences I had -- big and small.

I like to go back, from time to time, and read my previous adventures and remember what I've done.  Often times, the small details of trips fade and without this record, I'd likely forget about them.  So bare with me in this short indulgence.


Friday

Me at the Casablanca Hotel and Casino in Mesquite, NV


The plan was to get home as early as possible from work, throw my stuff in the car and head out before too much Friday traffic delayed me.  I had about a 6 hour drive to Boulder City, Nevada and I was fortunate we had company meetings that ended just before 2 PM.  Shari got home at 2:30-ish and I was itching to go.  

Unfortunately, our 20 year-old cat had other ideas.  She hasn't been doing too well and Friday evening she was sick.  So after some hemming and hawing, it was decided I'd have to go solo (shucks (/wink)).

I beat most of the traffic and made excellent time.  We were having unseasonably warm March weather and by the time I got to the southern part of the state, I was filling up my car in 80+ degree weather.

Another half hour later and I pulled into the Casablanca Hotel and Casino in Mesquite, NV.  Mesquite is the first Nevada town you come to when going to Vegas.  I had a coupon for money off at the buffet, so I helped myself to some cheap carbs..... and it was a bargain too!  I held back on the precracked crab legs (it's never good to eat too much seafood before a race)



I gambled some and actually left up a few dollars.

I made the rest of the way to Boulder City in just under 2 hours.  Traffic was a little tough near Vegas, but by the time I was passing through, it was well after rush hour.



The hotel was nice.  I had visited before and I thought it was very classy.  It isn't like the strip at all... very subdued and quiet.  The casino didn't have a lot of my favorite machines, which was good.  It stopped me from gambling too much (although I did play).  I wound up giving back some of my winnings that I had won in Mesquite but I wanted to go to sleep, so I called it a night fairly early.


Saturday


I slept horribly.  I am not sure why but I think I was nervous about the race and I was bug-eyed from driving.  If I was lucky, I got about 2 hours of sleep and it was fitful at best.

View from my room

In the morning, I wound up running the St Patrick's Day / 6 Tunnels Half Marathon, which you can read here.  



After the race I tried to use the pool at the hotel, but it was out of order -- the entire bleeding weekend.  Argh.  So I wound up eating lunch at the hotel (Rancho Heuvos) which wasn't too bad and it certainly was filling. I also sucked down a ton of Arnold Palmers.  I was completely dehydrated and I wound up drinking a lot throughout the day.

After eating I was kind of depressed with my time at the race, so I headed upstairs to lay down in the room and find something to watch on the 20-channel TV (that had a line of static running through it).  I was starting to fall asleep -- in my over caffeinated state -- and there was a knock on the door.  Housekeeping....

So I had to find something to do.  I suppose I could've hung out in the room, but I didn't want to just hang around, so I wound up filling a water bottle up and walking to the Hoover Dam along the Lake Mead Train Hike, which you can see here.

I had a strange occurrence as I was coming back to the hotel.  I was walking through the parking lot and a big burly Harley Davidson riding motorcycle guy pulled up next to me and asked me, "Hey... what kind of car do you drive?"

I was like, "uh?"

He was obviously pissed off and asked his question again.

I explained to him that I had just finished a hike and I hadn't driven my car in several hours. 

He looked me up and down and gave me a dirty look and sped off.  I figured he was looking to kick someone's butt after a road altercation (and it would've been no contest versus me).

He sped off north and not more than a few minutes later paramedics came flying down the road from the opposite direction.  I tried to find something in the paper but to no avail.  I suspect he had witnessed a hit and run and was looking for the culprit.  Just glad it wasn't me.

I cleaned up and gambled some more at the hotel and I wasn't having any luck.  Luckily, I wasn't too into gambling and decided I needed to find some place to eat for dinner.

I Googled around for a cheap buffet.  I was thinking of trying the Railroad Pass Buffet up the road but decided I wanted to go the Fiesta Hotel and Casino.  Usually the Station Casinos do a good job and I know they'll have a decent casino.  I just hoped that the line wouldn't be too bad.



I got there and it wasn't too busy.  I wound up blowing some money on Fu Dao Le and my minimal losses turned into a slightly larger one.  Luckily I knew when to quit and found the buffet.  It wasn't too bad for $10.  They pretty much had the same food as the other Station casino buffets, but the upkeep wasn't as good and there weren't any premiums (other than the Mongolian grill).

I made my way back to the Hoover Dam Lodge and played a bit more there but once again Lady Luck wasn't with me and I called it quits after about 15 minutes.

Sunday







In the morning, I woke up early and went for a quick run.  I was still sore as anything from the day before, so it was more or less a shuffle for about 3 miles.  I wound up taking a few pictures as well.  There were a few other runners out and it was a really nice and peaceful run.

After cleaning up, I checked out and went and visited my aunt and uncle in Summerlin at the Rampart Hotel.  I haven't seen my uncle since -- well, when I had a full head of hair.  Probably since the early 90's.  We caught up over breakfast and I wound up winning about $10.  

Originally I had planned on taking Monday off and staying the night in Mesquite (I'd get it for free) but I wasn't terribly in the mood for gambling and I didn't really want to blow a day off.  So I wound up driving from Summerlin back to Salt Lake City.

Traffic going north is starting to resemble what I experienced going from Las Vegas to California on a Sunday evening.  Utah's speed limits aren't for the faint of heart and people were driving like maniacs.  I don't think I'll ever do that again.

I did make it home safely -- and 4 days after running the half marathon, I am still fatigued and even a little sore from it.

But I have a lot of good memories about this trip.  It was nice to get out on my own and really tear up the hiking trails.  I've wanted to hike the Lake Mead trail for a very long time -- and I even got a chance to run it.  Maybe next year I'll repeat this trip...