I entered 2020 injury free and in good condition, so I had my event calendar out and was looking forward to a year of adventures. But then 2020 happened, and we all know how that went. I did do the CrossFit Open in 2020, '21 and '22 (placed 84th in my age group globally, so *yay me*). But doing a competition in your home gym, fun though it may be, is just not the same as showing up and getting the job done.
Enter 2022. Managed to remain injury free (since there were no grueling events to be had recently) and once again got out my event calendar. I've been cycling, swimming, and running with the plan to do the Gator Grinder Triathlon in Canby back in May. I signed up, got serious about my running training, got new handlebars and tires for my Motobecane 529HT bike (yes, it's a hardtail mountain bike, but it's the lightest of my bikes and has good gearing ratios). Then, realized too late that I had a weekend of wildfire training to get my Crew Boss (FF1 S-131) NFPA certification that same weekend *boo*. Oh well, my entry fee went to support the Canby swim team, so it is a worthy cause.
Okay. That brings us to this last weekend and the Twilight Scramble Adventure Race on Mount Hood. My training has faltered a bit because I caught the cold virus from hell, so rough that I Covid tested three times just to be sure. Three weeks of congestion and lethargy. I managed to keep on top of my indoor cycling and weight training though, which was my salvation.
It was a bit alarming to show up at the Sno-park to see a number of Search and Rescue vehicles, and wondering if there was something that I should know. But it turns out they were just finishing up a training session. This event is an afternoon race, 5K across gnarly terrain, no trail just "follow the marking flags". And they were serious when they said, "No Trail." The weather has been absolute shit this spring, and Saturday was no different. Cold and drizzly, with a chilly breeze blowing down off the glacier. I decided to pretend I was racing in March not June. It was a small group, very small, only about 20 people registered and of those only 10 of us actually showed up. I was the oldest by at least 20 years, which was cool. We were all excited to be back on a trail adventure, despite the weather.
The races started with a decent uphill run of about 1/4 mile on a gravel Forest Service road. It was enough to get my heart rate up, for sure. Then a hard left turn up a steep gravelly slope. And I mean hands and feet steep. Then we were into the woods and trotting along. I managed to move from last to 8th (my main goal was to not be last). This was probably the easiest part of the course, but it was too good to last. Down a steep gravelly slope in a controlled slide/crabwalk and onto the flat rocky approach to the first crossing of the White River. The White River is glacier and snow fed, and it is feckin' cold! I spent a few minutes finding a decent section to cross that wasn't white water, meanwhile the couple I had passed caught up to me. But I crossed first, only getting wet to the knees and elbows. Across more rocky ground, a creek crossing over narrow log, to another scree covered steep slope. This was the steepest so far. Scrambled up, crossed an area full of bear grass and naked huckleberry bushes, and then into the snow zone. The course was about 50% snow covered. It was slow going. I did take advantage of the steeper declines by just sitting down and sliding. Snow interspersed with small sections of clear ground, over logs and boulders, always keeping an eye on the trail markers (I did not want to get lost).
At about the halfway point it was back down that same steep slope, just further up the river. I was feeling optimistic and fit. Back down onto flattish rock strewn ground. The came the snow fed creeks. 12 creek crossings, easy-peasy, but cold and wet. Clambering along over rocks and sand and back to the Whit River for the second crossing. There were no good places to cross, so I just had to pick the lesser of evils. It was swift and powerful. I slipped, getting doused to the hips, trying to get my feet under me and out of the water took a few minutes, and it was bitterly cold. Painfully cold. I managed to scramble out, cursing loudly, and realized that just a few minutes in the 32 degree water and my feet were numb. I was so cold and my muscles were fatigued so I started having some trouble not tripping over any small obstruction. I fell a few times before making myself stop and take a moment to readjust my brain and body. It was time well spent. The ground opened up and I was soon running on nice pine needle blanketed ground. It felt great to be moving at a decent pace, my optimism came back in full force. I felt like a goddess. The came the soul-crusher.
The Barkley Marathon is said to be "Where dreams go to die," this phrase soon came to mind. The Soul-Crusher was a gorge with a 45 degree slope covered in snow that we had to traverse along the side. It was probably 1/2 mile of treachery, and visions of blown knees. Definitely slow going. The worst part was that you could never see the end of it, I would come around a rise hoping to see dryish ground, but the snow and slop just kept going. Finally I could see where the marking tape would be visible from the ridge, so I climbed a little higher to gain access to the flatter drier ground. I worked my way along this, keeping an eye on the flagging tape below me and finally reached the spot where the course came up and joined me at the high ground. I was elated to see the course head off back into the woods with no snow, and not many obstructions. Finally burst out onto the Forest Service road and knew I was getting near the end (thankfully, because it was getting darker and colder).
I broke into a run, elated to get a chance to stretch out my legs. Optimism returned full force. It was less than a kilometer to the finish line from there. Yeah, I was definitely gassed and my legs were tired, but it felt good. Crossing the finish line to a crowd of one, the woman timing the race, I pumped my arms and said, "Yes! Totally crushed my age group!" (Truth, I was the only person in my age group). She laughed and congratulated me.
I returned to my car, Jack the Adventure Wagon, to no fanfare except my own exhilaration at finishing something so hard. I did a little cooldown, stretched, grabbed my warm dry clothes and got changed quickly. Sat in my car, smug and tired while having my favorite post-workout food: black coffee, PB and honey sandwich, and a banana. This was, without a doubt, the hardest 5K I have ever covered. Honestly, I could have done a half-marathon in the same time and with the same level of exertion. It was Painful and Hard but Challenging in the best of ways. But that is what makes it great.
Yes, I got a gnarly leg cramp in my right leg on the drive home and managed to not drive myself off the road. Didn't Die. No Injuries. No Regrets.