I love to read at least an article on running every day that Runner’s World newsletter and other running websites I subscribe to send to my inbox. I learn a lot and the articles also give me ideas for future blogs, such as this article published in the Runner’s World newsletter about four ways to build mental toughness. I said to myself: why only four? I am sure I can come up with at least 10, so there you have it.
However, before I delve into my 10 ways to build mental toughness, I have the honor to introduce my awesome coach and friend Robert Ressl-Moyer who also tackled this topic. The founder of ReMo Fitness, a coach, personal trainer, Robert also holds a six-year degree in Exercise Science and is an accomplished long distance and ultra-runner, as well as the winner of many 50K and 50-mile races.
Robert Ressl-Moyer is my wonderful coach and friend who never ceases to amaze us with his agility, athleticism, kindness, and especially his mental toughness. Check out his podcast interview on Rambling Runner and decide for yourself on his greatness.
According to Robert Ressl-Moyer, there are three very important ways to improve mental toughness.
1. Choose one aspect of training you usually are shying away from during each training cycle. If you need to improve hills, run hills. If you lack the power and steadiness on flat terrain, run on flats. If you don´t strength train, try to incorporate strength training. Facing your fears and getting uncomfortable in training will grow your potential to overcome obstacles during race day.
Speaking of hills, here we are chasing hills at sunrise with my coach and some of my awesome team mates.
2. Mental toughness is trusting in yourself and knowing your abilities. It is also recognizing what you need to improve upon in a certain situation and acting no matter of the consequences. That can mean either realizing that dropping out of an important race is the best choice, or continuing to red line and pushing through obstacles to achieve a goal. Mental toughness is a powerful tool to achieve your maximum results. When Galen Rupp dropped out of the Boston Marathon 2018 he was criticized but celebrated when he won the Prague Marathon just a few weeks later.
3. For Robert Ressl-Moyer being confronted with and overcoming challenges during training cycles is always a big confidence booster on race day. For instance, when he raced the North Face Endurance Challenge 50 Mile in 2017, he stayed calm when he experienced first cramping in his calves at the 20-mile mark. When that happened, Robert just told himself that there was no way that his cramps will slow him down. And even tough the cramps did not disappear, his issues stayed manageable through the whole race and he started his successful chase, placing 16th in a very competitive field.
In my case, the mental toughness shaped itself way before I became a runner at the age of 42. I have played in more than 250 tennis tournaments and I have been known as a mentally tough player, who can find a way to win like a ninja, the nickname that Christy, my awesome tennis friend, came up with for me.
Not only have I played tennis for 25 years, but in 2016, I also published my tennis book, which, as you guessed includes a special chapter on mental toughness.
Therefore, my 10 tips to improve your mental toughness as a runner and athlete are below:
1. Trust in your own supernatural powers – We all have them when we believe fiercely and passionately in ourselves and chase our wildest dreams.
2. Learn to trick your brain by reciting mantras, such as “I can do this,” “I have fresh legs,” “I just started my run,” even though you ran for a few hours,” “Run like a ninja,” which applies to me, since I am a ninja- ha!ha!, and just pretend that the effort is easier than it truly is. Chin up!
3. Never use the word hard; instead say challenging.
4. Become comfortable with being uncomfortable. Long races, such as marathons and ultramarathons are perfect examples.
5. Be prepared and expect obstacles to block your way and slow you down. However, you can simply pretend you’re doing hurdles and you can gracefully jump over them.
6. Life is a fight, therefore fight, as George Cosbuc, one of our famous Romanian poets, said. Nothing comes easy and without sacrifices, there are no victories, so no need to whine and complain; just get to work. Chin up!
7. Surround yourself with positive people who believe in you, but who can also be honest with you and help you grow.
8. Run, eat, sleep, repeat! Simple concept, right? No extra explanation needed.
9. Don’t forget to smile! Research shows that you’ll run a little faster and will not mind or sense the pain as much.
10. Carpe Diem, or seize the day/moment. There is no reason to dwell on the past or fret about the future. Running is one of the best sports to enjoy and experience in the NOW.
This picture with my sweet husband Catalin and our daughter Sophia (our son Alex was the photographer) is the perfect example of my joy after having to dig deep during my second 50K race Salmon Falls, in which I PRed by an hour from my very first 50K race. That required some intense training and mental toughness when the legs got tired climbing the steep hills.
I hope these tips help you with all your future athletic events. And last but not least, please share with us your favorite mental toughness tips. How have you overcome obstacles and how did you use your mental toughness to succeed? Any favorite mantras you use and would like to share? Any fun anecdotes?
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“During the first two rainy and muddy miles of the American River 50-mile Endurance race, I could tell my father was smiling upon me through the clouds and parting away my doubts.” Carmen Micsa
At the start line of the American River 50-mile race at Brown’s Ravine in El Dorado Hills, CA. The rain came hard and runners huddled under a few tents to stay dry. I had my bags packed, as I planned to change clothes half way, which was at Beal’s Point in Folsom, CA.
Are you one of those people who swears not to do something as crazy as running a 50-mile race, but then you end up doing it anyway? Yup! That’s me. I remember two years ago when I started trail running with my awesome and super upbeat Trail Mix runner friends and heard them talk about their upcoming American River 50-mile race. “That’s like running two marathons on top of each other,” one of my friends explained. “That’s crazy,” another guy replied. That day, I said to myself: “Yup, I will sure pass on running 50 miles. What’s the point anyway?”
Two years later the morning of my race, I got to hear my husband tell me a few times that I was crazy running in the rain and mud and doing my first 50-miles. “Are you sure you don’t want to give up the race this year and maybe do it next year when you’ll have better weather?” my husband asked me while driving me to Brown’s Ravine. “Of course I’m sure, honey!” I replied, pretending to laugh at my husband’s wimpy suggestion. “Ultra runners are not scared of mud and rain. On the contrary, they are like happy pigs rolling in the mud and gushing out with joy while splashing through water, dirt, and mud,” I clarified.
First 25-Miles of AR-50 Running Through Puddles – A Tale of Rain
After I sent my bags with dry clothes and shoes to wait for me at Beal’s Point and at the finish line, I used the restroom and went to huddle under the pop-up tents waiting for the race to start. The rain came down by the buckets, soaking the ground and my socks, but definitely not my spirit. For some reason, I kept smiling and telling myself that I was ready to run my first 50-mile race. Finally at 6 a.m., surrounded by my crazy ultra runner friends, the morning darkness, and lots of excitement, the race started. I wore my headlight and paid extra attention to my feet, trying to avoid the puddles and the poison oak that came on early. Unlike other races, my father watched over me from Heaven at around mile two when I could see the clouds scatter like bad dreams and my doubts parting. I was happy and felt good to run. I also chatted with different runners on the course and stayed between 9 minute pace and 10 minute depending on the hills, as I knew I had to conserve energy.
Running through cold puddles was pretty standard during my race.
A few miles into the race and I already hit the bike trail, which made it easier to keep my running smooth and more consistent. Around mile 5, or so, I came across Sara, who told me: “Hey, I know you! You passed me at the Chanoako 50K race and you were so fast on the flat portions.” “Yeah, I remember, “I replied and started to run with her, chatting about ultra running, races, nutrition, English, since she told me she was an English teacher, and so forth. Only in her late 20s, Sara impressed me with her maturity and determination to do well in life, teaching, and running. Unlike the last 50k race, when I finished ahead of her, this time she killed it and finished more than 2 hours ahead of me. I was proud and happy for her!
Sara and I ran together for about 4-5 miles, keeping each other company. I love making new friends everywhere I go!
To my great surprise, once I got to the top of the steep hill on the Pioneer Express trail by Hazel, which was the same spot I had done hill repeats with my awesome coach Robert Ressl-Moyer, who had to work hard on my schedule, and my teammate Genevieve, one of the volunteers told me that I was the 12th female. I felt encouraged to keep up my pace and hit the trails together with other runners. I was looking forward to getting to Beal’s Point, which was at mile 25 so that I could change my drenched clothes and shoes.
The lake enshrouded in grayness by Hazel as seen from the Pioneer Express Trail. All the climbing we do gets rewarded at the top.
After a few miles of running on trails with my Nile Pegasus road shoes, I hit the bike trail again and kept on going towards Beal’s Point. My plan to run at 9 minute pace was not easy to execute, since the hills kept coming at me. I decided to not worry if I hit 9:30 pace and just keep on running. Soon I could hear the cheering from Beal’s Point and knew that I was close. I picked up my pace and ran strong through the start line arch at Beal’s Point that showed my official time for the first part of my 50-mile race, which was 4:17. I was pleased and headed towards the aid station, where I ate bananas, pretzels, and chips. My first drop-off bag was waiting for me and I went to the bathroom to get rid of my wet clothes, or more precisely to wrangle them off of me. They stuck on my wet skin, making me lose momentum and precious time, but after about 10 minutes of pushing and pulling, I was dry and ready to run the trail portion all the way to the finish. I sent a quick text message to my husband and my awesome friends and racing teammates Andrea and Adam to let them know that I was leaving Beal’s Point and that I would see them soon. How soon would that be, you might ask? How long would it take me to run the next 16 miles till reaching Rattlesnake Bar, where my friend and pacer Adam Mclearan would pace me to the finish line? I had no idea what would come next!
Second Part of My 50-Mile Race – A tale of Mud and More Mud
As I ran around the lake to get onto the levy, I saw my good friend Tracy Bedwell run right ahead of me. She looked strong. I was happy for her and knew that she would most likely finish ahead of me. The first few miles on trail went pretty good, even though my pace dropped into the mid 10s. The sun was out shining by now, so I felt giddy and rejuvenated, as you can tell from my aid station stop.
Feeling pretty good, although the left calf muscle got pretty tight on me. Also big mistake at this aid station. I forgot to fill up my hydration pack, thinking I have enough water. Next miles will be thirsty, lonely, and muddy.
The steep hills kept coming, so I had to power hike a few of them while admiring the Folsom Lake to my right. The sun shone, making the trail glitter with gold. The clouds stopped frowning and being grumpy, so I felt encouraged and tried to push my pace, but my body was a little worn down, so I listened to it and ran slower.
The clouds dissipating, hanging over the Folsom Lake.
As I kept running, I soon got to stretches and stretches of mud that slowed me down to a walk. I kept thinking positively that it was just a short muddy section and that the trail would clear up soon. No chance!
Through the mud I walk. I saw a runner right in front of me lose his shoe in the mud and I wasn’t going to risk it. Many runners fell in the mud and I was just cautious and choosing to walk these super muddy sections called the “meat grinder.” Maybe they should change the name to the mud grinder, right?
Around mile 33, I realized that I was completely out of water, so I asked one of the runners when the next aid station was coming up. He said that the next one was at mile 38 at Horseshoe Bar. I gulped, feeling my dry throat and said to myself that I had practiced this in my last long 24-mile run with my friend Tracy, when we both were left without water and food. At least, this time I still had two Spring energy gels, my new favorite all natural and real food nutrition, which never made me feel sick at my stomach. I ate them slowly, squeezing the delicious contents with care and determination to get fuel in my body, since I was out of water. I wished I had turned into a camel and access fresh water from my hump, but no. I had to remain the thirsty ultra runner, plugging along.
The mud continued to wind down the meat grinder portion of the trail that not only grinded my feet, but also my spirit. I was disappointed at my pace, but at no time did I think of dropping out of this crazy 50-mile race. The next thing that kept me going was to run, walk, power hike to the next aid station at mile 38, and from there to mile 41, where my friends and pacer were waiting for me.
The love of running gives us hope, determination, creative resources to solve our physical and mental problems that arise during tough and long races. I was without water for about five miles and during that time, all runners passed me, even a few 70-year-olds who looked perky and happy, as opposed to me who kept getting slower and slower. Instead of getting mad for being passed by so many runners, I felt a huge surge of gratitude. On the one hand, I was grateful to be running my first 50-mile race. On the other hand, I was humbled to grasp the ultra runner’s philosophy of running, which is mainly finishing what you started whether you run, walk, hike, or crawl – that indomitable spirit. True grit!
While fighting to keep my shoes on my feet and not lose them to the voracious mud, my father watched over me again and sent me Dan to run with for a mile, or so. Dan was my father’s first name and I was running with Dan! The gentleman’s real name was Donnatti, which is Italian. He told me that when his parents came to America, they could not keep the Italian name, so they changed it to Dan. A tall, slender man in his mid 60s, Dan kept me company until his legs felt good and he took off. My legs did not feel that surge and my left calf muscle was super tight by now, which had caused my left knee to hurt and be in pain as well, but my soul and spirit had become unmoored – no mud could bring down my desire to finish this race. As I walked through mud, I talked to my father and felt the warm sun on my back. Before I knew it, I could hear loud screams and cheers and I found myself surrounded by my crazy awesome Trail Mix friends who were in charge of the Horseshoe Bar aid station.
“It’s so great to see you, guys!” I said as happy as a person walking days and days through the desert only to finally come across an oasis. “You’re like an oasis in the desert!” I told them. “I have been out of water for six miles (the five miles all of a sudden turned into six, or I was delirious) and my calf muscle is super tight.” “I got pickle juice for you, Carmen,” said my awesome friend Debbie Tavalero Pearson. “I’ll take it,” I replied while stuffing my face with potato chips, bananas, and oranges. While I was eating and telling my friends that I could not accept their fireball little alcohol shots, because I would get drunk and fall on the trails, Brad De Luchi was already refilling my water pack with a sense of duty and purpose that he is capable of out of dedication for his fellow runners. He is an amazing human being and a true ambassador of trail running. Thanks so much, Brad for replenishing my water and splashing some life into my stride to continue and eventually finish my longest and toughest race.
My awesome friend Brad De Luchi is refilling my water pack with such kindness and dedication. Truly blessed to have such wonderful friends who volunteered their time to take such good care of us all the runners.
The Last Nine Miles to the Finish Line
I had left the Horseshow Bar aid station with renewed energy and focused on running, walking, power hiking, or crawling to mile 41, where my pacer and all my other dear friends were waiting for me. The hills and mud fest continued, but I knew that once I reached Rattlesnake Bar, the next aid station, the running should be easier, as I had my awesome friend and pacer Adam Mclearan to run with me to the finish line. I was also looking forward to seeing my best friend and training partner Andrea Brizendine, who took the day off to come support and cheer on me, for which I was very grateful. My other friends Mark Riggle and Ron were volunteering at that aid station and they also made my day with their smiles and dedication to us “wretched” souls out there.
After imagining my arrival at mile 41, I finally got there. My friend Andrea sat on a folding chair right in the front. I was elated to see everyone and I pulled a Shalane Flanagan and said: “Fuck yeah!” My friends laughed, as I rarely say any bad words. Adam and Mark had me sit down and eat. I told Adam that I wanted to get going as soon as possible, so after hugs and another “Fuck yeah,” Adam and I took off on more runnable trails with the sun warming our backs.
Fueled by food and love from my friends Adam, Mark, Andrea, and Natalie. I never thought of quitting, as I knew they were waiting for me at mile 41 and they delivered!
Adam and I climbed a steep hill to get on the trails away from the aid station, after which I started to feel better and we had a great stretch of running fueled by jokes, as Adam is quite funny and smart, and a few more aid stations. The wild flowers spread joy and hope to the muddy trails, lifting up my mood, and infusing me with a stronger desire to keep on going and get to the finish line, where my sweet husband was waiting for me.
Photo credit to Adam Mclearan. I loved the poppies on the trail and asked him to take my picture. The rain and mud could not take away my joy of running and being surrounded by these beautiful wild flowers. I felt like running through Paradise as fast as I could to meet my dad and hug him.
After this good stretch of running and talking, the last four miles, which were all uphill came. My calf muscle was quite tight and I had no desire to try to run up those steep hills, so I told Adam that I was walking until I could run again. I also told him that this 50-mile race was the toughest thing I had done in my life, even tougher than giving birth. At least I felt that way. “I am not running another 50-mile race,” I told Adam, as the hills kept coming at us. “Not today,” he replied calmly. “Ha!Ha!”
The entire time Adam paced me, he let me lead, as he knew I was tired. Yet, on the last steep hills, his longer legs made his power hiking so much easier than mine. I so wanted longer legs! So unfair to have these short legs on the trails!
The sign with 2 miles to finish came up and I still had no desire to try to run up those steep hills, which is why we had more runners pass us. I just wanted to finish and eat some warm food. Even my walking up the hill was slow, but I kept at it and focused on keeping the left calf muscle and knee as comfortable as possible, if you can call running 50 miles a contentment. We were getting closer and closer and by now I knew I would finish. My coach Robert who had helped me so much with all my training called me. I answered my phone, since I was walking and told him that I would be done soon and that the mud had been crazy. Then we got disconnected.
With less than half a mile left, something miraculous happened. My pain lifted up like fog hanging over mountains. My body felt as fresh as if I had just started my day with a casual jog. My being rejoiced and tears came down my cheeks. I cried and ran. I ran and cried with Adam behind following me. I ran over the last hill, as if it were as flat as a pancake. I sprinted to the finish line and threw my arms up in the air with the clock behind me showing 12 hours and 2 minutes of running, walking, hiking, and crawling. Right after I crossed the finish line and saw my husband and my friend Andrea, I broke into tears and could not control myself. It was a cathartic cry. I could finally release all the emotions, hardship, bad weather, much slower pace than anticipated, and JUST CRY. After 12 hours of being out there, crying made me happy. It was a joyous ending! It was a 50-mile long cleansing of my soul through rain and mud. I did it, as you can see in this awesome video taken by my friend Andrea!
Adam is consoling me and acting like a big brother. I needed this cry and could not believe that I had just finished my first 50-mile race. It was epic!
My sweet husband Catalin is always waiting for me at the finish line of my long races. He also drops me off so that I can sleep longer and just race the next day. I love him so much!
Adam, Andrea, and I call ourselves the “three musketeers,” so we all did it, even though I had to take the tougher and more arduous mission that day! All for one, and one for all!
The vegetable soup and hummus vegetarian wrap sandwich wrapped it nicely for me. It felt good to sit down and joke with my friends who had already made bets that I would still run another 50-mile some day. Maybe not a 50-mile soon, but I might try the 100K race next year. Who knows? When we believe, it is all possible and attainable!
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“As long as you can run, jog, walk, crawl, hop and skip for many hours, you are an ultra runner.” Carmen Micsa
Two weeks after I had completed my second 50K race with a 48-min PR from my very first ultra marathon the 2016 Folsom Gold Rush, my coach and I decided that I was ready to run another 50K race, the Chanoako 50K, which was new this year. With my American River 50-mile race approaching in April, I needed another long run, so after my new trail runner Tracy Bedwell told me that she would be running Chanoako 50K, I jumped on it. Organized by Total Body Fitness, the Chanoako 50K did not have major elevation gains, but it had technical terrain in some spots. Nonetheless, I told my coach that my goal was to break 6 hours in this race. He believed that I should be able to do it. I was excited about my new challenge.
The Start Line
My sweet husband dropped me off at the start line at the Auburn Overlook from where we would run all the way to Granite Bay Beach by Folsom Lake. The weather was perfect with cloudy skies, but no rain or wind. The temperatures in the low 50s perfect for a long run in short sleeve. My coach Robert Ressl-Moyer was also running the 50K . It was wonderful to see him at the start line and later on have him cheer on me at the finish line. I felt particularly more motivated to break 6 hours and run a strong race. Moreover, I knew I could do it due to the focused and personalized training schedule that Robert created for me – feel free to check out his website and maybe take your fitness and running to the next level. I was also happy to see my friend Tracy Bedwell who had the same goal to break 6 hours. We even talked about running this together and pushing each other. However, at mile 2, we got separated and had to run our own race. In racing, we need to be flexible. If it works to run with a partner, we do it, and if not, we need to keep moving.
At the start line of my third ultra the Chanoako 50K with my amazing coach and Fleet Feet Sacramento racing teammate Robert Ressl-Moyer.
The first mile of the race, I ran it a little fast at 7:43 pace, since it was all downhill, but then I slowed down in the 9s and 10s. I felt exuberant and confident about today’s race for some reason. I even got myself a new pair of compression pants, as I knew I would need the support and wanted to wear something new in my race, which brought me good luck in past races when I ran with a new water bottle, new arm sleeves, and so on.
The trail and the lake competing for the runners’ attention. I always love running by the lake, or the river, even though I only take a quick glance, as I need to pay attention to my feet.
The Race and My Thoughts While Running
The undulating trail unraveled in front of me and helped me gain momentum at times, while slowing me down when the terrain was steep, uneven, or rocky. I felt good running at a steady pace between 9 and 10 minutes, which gave wings to keep running until I reached the next aid station, and then the next.
I have learned that the 10-mile mark during a 50K race is crucial, as it feels like the first big boulder that we move out of the way to reach the finish line. I always say to myself: “I am third way done with my 50K race. Running strong! I got this!”
As I passed the 10-mile mark, I also started to pass more runners. I worked hard on staying focused on my form, since my right knee started to hurt me from breaking a little too much on the downhill. I kept running and staying within each mile. I also paid attention to the course and followed the pink ribbons to make sure I remained on track, for who wants to add any more distance to an already long race? Around mile 15, I passed a younger woman after I kept seeing her running in front of me. I felt strong and steady.
From miles 15 to about 24, I have developed my race mantra, which is different for every race depending on how I feel and the conditions in the race. This time, I came up with one word that kept me running up and down the hills: UNSTOPPABLE. I kept telling myself that I am unstoppable, so that I don’t get any ideas that I needed to quickly stop when my legs, gluteus muscle, or my knees had their own ultra running story to tell. I also kept assuring myself that I was mighty and strong, which reminded me of my co-ed soccer days with my husband before our kids were born. Our friends used to call me “mighty mouse,” as I was fearless and always ready to score from a great pass.
The advantage of running this race was that we were running my next race American River 50 mile in reverse. I knew the terrain from all the wonderful training runs with my trail runner friends from Trail Running Adventures and Trail Mix. I also knew that I had to run carefully when I got to the meat grinder, which is called that for a reason. Capable of grinding feet, muscles, and joints, the meat grinder could not grind my spirit, I told myself, feeling, or more exactly pretending to be in control of the rocks, large steps I had to hop on, twists and turns, roots, and steep terrain. I did not take any chances, so I slowed down to a shuffle around there. I even saw the race photographer, as I was carefully keeping my balance and moving forward. I gave him a big smile pretending the meat grinder and I were best buddies.
The exhilaration of trail running. The meat grinder cannot dampen my joy and my desire to break 6 hours in my third 50K race. The lake background and the constant views made this course my favorite.
The gentle downhills helped me out, but the steep and rocky ones made my legs quiver with doubt in my downhill abilities. I even admitted to myself that I was not a strong downhill runner, but did not let that truth smear my rosy image of me finishing this race under 6 hours. Another constant concern I had during the run was the snacking on time without losing energy. The race was super well-organized and the owners of Total Body Fitness always put together the best races. However, when I realized that I would get no bananas, or other fresh fruit during this race, I turned a little grumpy, for I love eating bananas during marathons and ultra marathons. My friend and awesome training partner Andrea Brizendine made fun of me when I recapped the race for her and said that maybe that’s the reason I ran faster, as I wanted to get to the real food at the finish. Great point! Having relied mainly on Cliff gels, shot blocks, dry fruit, and some pretzels kept me running to fill up my stomach with the real deal at the finish.
The Finish Line
The last 6 miles of the race were a combination of levee running, which was flat and rocky, but helped me run a little faster, running around the parking lot of Beal’s point, and up and down hills around Cavitt in Granite Bay, CA, where I tried to shift my focus from the steep hills to the gorgeous homes towering over the lake and winking at the trail. My Garmin watch and Strava were telling me different times, but I knew that I had to keep running strong to finish under 6 hours.
My goal to break 6 hours was starting to become attainable. It was not just a phantom anymore; it started to crystalize. At this point in the race when I passed the 26ish marathon distance, the miles just came and went, buzzing around like butterfly wings, without me keeping too much track of them. The hills, trails, and my legs were the real time keepers, so things shifted to my interior monologue. I uncovered the simple truth that ultra running is a long meat grinder, as well as a joyous triumph at the end when you forget how you piled up 31 miles. Running ultras also feels like running on top of clouds at times when things go well and you feel the “unbearable lightness of being,” or simply running in Dante’s Inferno – punished to eternity.
I kept running and stayed focused on my form to finish strong. As I reached the parking lot at Granite Head Beach, I remembered the finish of other trail races, as well as my triathlon. I started to speed up to get to the finish line. Will I finish under 6 hours? I was so fortunate that my body has this wonderful extra bounciness and energy at the end of races, so I started to work on my final kick for the race. As I ran down, the straight and flat path towards the finish line, I saw my coach Robert in the distance. He was cheering for me – visibly happy and excited. I knew that I had to switch gears and kick it higher.
“Go, Carmen!” my coach cheered for me with all his being. “You got this!” “Go, go, go!” Although he took my video running to the finish line, I posted below the video that my friend Monica Davis took of me, as she kept still a little better than my coach -just saying – ha!ha! Emotions, joy, bliss, infinite gratitude.
I heard other friends cheer for me and there was nobody coming behind me, so when the announcer said my name, I crossed the finish line with a big smile and looked at the race clock. It showed the final race time of 5:59:20. Yet, my official time was 5:56:29 – even better.
“I made it under 6 hours,” I told my coach.
“Yes, you were also third female,” he said with a proud look on his face.
“In my age group?” I asked.
“No, third overall.”
I was ecstatic. I hugged my sweet husband who was waiting for me. We took a few pictures. What a feat! Two weeks after running Salmon Falls 50K I was able to get a 30-min PR, run under 6 hours and finish third woman overall in a smaller and beautiful Chanoako 50K race. We are capable of great things when we believe and work hard!
My sweet husband Catalin who always waits for me at the finish line of long races. He also drops me off and fully supports my running.
My coach Robert Ressl-Moyer won the race in 3:56! Yet, he made me feel as if I won the race. He is the most encouraging, knowledgeable, and wonderful coach!
On the podium with my friend Tracy Bedwell, who finished second, and Mandi Kruse, first female overall! Trail running is about making friends and celebrating our victories together. A million thanks to my coach Robert Ressl-Moyer who prepares me for all my races and who waited for me two hours at the finish line. So lucky to have him as my coach. My motto in races is “Make Robert proud.”
After the awards, I was happy to eat pasta and salad. My body felt great and I could not have been happier with my race. My gratitude goes to my wonderful family, our sweet kids, Alex and Sophia, my mom whom I dedicated this race to, my awesome Fleet Feet racing team, and all my friends and running partners. It takes a village to raise a runner and I could not have done this on my own!
My coach was happy with my running two 50K races just two weeks apart, because they had taught me to run on tired legs and be well-prepared for my first 50-mile race, the American River 50, the second oldest 50-mile race in America.
How about you? Have you ever run a 50K race? How about a 50-miler? Share your experiences here.
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We all know how much dedication and hard work running a marathon or ultramarathon require. This year, I am training for two ultra marathons, Salmon Falls 50K and AR50 mile, which is my first 50-mile race. I also have to log in 50+ miles every week to run these races strong and not get injured. Every single week, I start adding my check mark next to the miles I ran all the way to Sunday when I write in the total mileage with a big smile and satisfaction of a work well-done. Then Monday comes along and both my paper schedule and my Strava running app stare back at me with a big 0 MILES. No big deal, right? I just need to start over and enjoy the cycle of life and the joy of logging in the miles week after week till race day and then find another big boulder to roll uphill just like Sisyphus.
Sisyphus and his rock.
In his book The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus sees the futility of Sisyphus carrying the boulder up the hill over and over again as a triumph, for Sisyphus knows himself to be the master of his days. Are we thus runners the modern Sisyphus logging in our miles through our smiles? Are we looking at our running as a huge reward and not a punishment as in the case of Sisyphus? Is there joy, satisfaction, and a sense of hard labor achieved at the end of climbing a hill, where we are rewarded with breathtaking views?
The views at the top of a steep hill that I climbed with my trail running friends Rob Schmidt and Nicola Elliott.
Climbing a steep hill on the lake loop around the Folsom trails – no boulder, although it felt like we were carrying one.
Lesson from the first hill
Before climbing this hill, our friend Rob asked us if we wanted to take the steeper route, or the flatter one. I deferred making a decision to Nicola, who said that she always makes herself do the hard things that she is not so fond of, or as good at in order to get stronger and better at things. Life’s wisdom while running, I thought to myself grateful for the moment of joy carrying ourselves up the hill. Unlike Sisyphus, our actions had meaning, purpose, and satisfaction, knowing that we didn’t have to keep running up and down the hill. We could just relish the breathtaking views on top of the hill and continue running until we achieved our mileage and called it a day.
Lesson from the second, longer, and much steeper hill
During our 22-mile run, my friends and I climbed K2 hill in Auburn twice, which is a long steep hill comprised of five sections, as my awesome ultra runner friend Keather Kehoe, who ran 45 miles that weekend, explained to me. It felt long and hard the first time we did it, but the second time, it felt much easier, which reminded me that our attitude towards the difficult things we do is everything. This bad-ass hill taught me this: it is easier to accomplish hard goals when you surround yourself with like-minded people, you surrender to the task at hand with joy, and when you feel confident that you have what it takes to conquer challenges.
This long, steep hill brings many trail runners to despair. Hiking up the hill replaces running in most cases.
Experiencing a sense of joy, pride, and satisfaction during my climb of K2 famous and infamous hill.
Despite his scorn of the Gods, Sisyphus had a tremendous passion for life and an intense hatred of death. While carrying his boulder up the hill, Sisyphus knows himself to be the master of his days, which is how I feel as a runner, too. After I get my run done, whether it was a short or long one, I triumph and revere in all moments of joy and desperation when tiredness sets in. I also smile remembering the man with the rock, as my friend Rob calls him. We saw him recently at the end of our run. He was walking across Sunrise foot bridge with a big, heavy rock that he hurled around from one hand to another. He made me think of how we all have to restart our days carrying our rock with the same joy and gratitude that he displayed.
Just like Camus’ essay concludes: “The struggle itself is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy,” so does my journey as a runner continue with elation, resilience, perseverance, and hope for a bright future, in which I can carry my boulder up and down hills and mountains with the purpose of getting stronger, happier, and healthier.
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Two weeks after I had run the Pony Express Marathon, I ran Folsom Gold Rush 50K, my very first ultra marathon. Although experts recommend about 30 days before running another race after a marathon, I refused to accept this wise advice. Instead, I chose to view my marathon race and big PR (personal record) as a perfect training for my first 50K race (31 miles). Besides, one of my trail mix friends John Bressan made the perfect point when he cheered for me at the marathon finish line: “Remember, all you need to do is finish your first 50K, as it will be a PR, for sure. Your goal is to qualify for Boston, so you don’t want to injure yourself. ”
THE WEEK OF MY ULTRA MARATHON- PHYSICAL AND MENTAL PREPARATION
Another Trail Mix friend Sharon Hampton who has been running races for over 30 years offered me the best advice that I would pass onto other runners who wonder whether they should rest the week of the big race, or whether they should run lightly. Sharon urged me to do the following:
Rest the whole week of the race and let your body fully recover from running so that you can have enough stamina for your big race.
Fuel, hydrate well, and eat some extra carbs, as your body will need it and use it.
Last, but not least, my favorite advice she offered: do not even think of the total distance. Instead, focus on running from one aid station to another (fuel at each aid station) to break miles into smaller increments and finish the run strong.
With most trail races being on Saturday, I was glad to run my biggest and longest race I have done in my life one day earlier than road races, which happen mostly on Sundays. I did not run at all the week of the race and I just gobbled up my carbs. Even though I viewed my taper as being lazy and not working hard enough, deep down the voice of reason kept me honest. I had to acknowledge the hills, the rocks, and uneven terrain, the heat, and the long distance. Moreover, I had to trust that a rested body would find more strength and energy than a tired body. I continued to load up on brown rice and Quinoa pasta, fresh fruit and vegetables, some salmon, and my vegan pancakes that I made with almond milk.
As to the mental preparation, I did the following:
I kept my entire week on a positive note, avoiding any negative interactions or situations.
I visualized myself running with a big smile while my sweet husband and our kids were waiting and cheering for me at the finish line.
Buoyed by my recent marathon and quick recovery, I had total faith and trusted that I could complete my first ultra, as long as I did not get injured and kept my focus on the breath and positive mental images of crossing the finish line strong.
The big d-word DOUBT was banished from my mind and vocabulary and replaced with BELIEVE.
THE DAY OF THE RACE
After a good night rest, a hearty pancake and banana breakfast, and careful preparation for my 50k race the night before, my sweet husband dropped me off at Skunk Hollow in El Dorado Hills from where our race started on the Darrington Trail.
My husband parked and stuck around for a few minutes to make sure I had everything I needed. To our surprise, we met Shawn, one of our soccer friends who works with my husband. He congratulated me for upgrading my running. My husband beamed with pride and joked around with his friend, while I thought to myself: “Isn’t what our lives are all about? Upgrading our old selves to newer and better ones?”
My husband gave me a big hug and a kiss. He wished me good luck and said we would keep in touch so that he knew when to wait for me with the kids at the finish line. I spent time talking to other runners and was happy to get some great advice from Karyn Hoffman, an amazing runner, pacer for marathons, tremendous athlete, and an icon in our Sacramento running community. She advised me to start slower and then pick up my pace and pass people. She knew my rabbit style of running fast from the beginning, which was not conducive to the length of the course.
At the start line of my first 50K run
THE FIRST HALF OF MY ULTRA
I did not start slowly at the beginning of the race, as I knew my engines would slow down later and wanted to make sure that I would make good times for all the aid stations, but Karyn was right. Starting slower ensures more strength later. The first 8 miles of the race were technical and the rocks seemed to bare their sharp edges like sharks. I almost fell at least five times, but managed to catch myself. I kept running to make a good time for our first big aid station at Skunk Hollow, where I ate banana, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and used the restrooms.
After this quick stop, I ran strong and passed a few runners heading towards Salmon Falls on winding trails flanked by exquisite views of the Folsom Lake. The lupine, vetch, and golden California poppies crowned the meadows and reminded me why I fell in love with trail running: nature at its best, as well as my desire to match nature’s outer beauty with my inner beauty. During my run, I constantly reveled in nature’s sheer magnitude and stopped to take pictures while power hiking a steep hill, taking a short break, and thinking of a little poem about the trails that I wrote after the race.
The Song of the Trails
The trails enchant and attract
the runner’s soles into their deep forests
like a siren’s song – inimitable and unforgettable.
Lined with rocks, protruding roots,
multicolored wild flowers, and poison oak
the trails chirp the song of the wild at heart.
Oh, the beauty and serenity of wild flowers!
THE SECOND HALF OF MY ULTRA
After 15 miles of running, I kept my focus on avoiding falling by all means, as well as looked forward to hitting all the aid stations. At mile 16.1, I reached New York Creek aid station and made sure I ate bananas, pretzels, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. At this point, my mind started to show up signs of fatigue, or was it my body getting tired? Having a black belt in Taekwondo, I knew that I had to use my mind to control my body, so I told myself that I needed to run steady to hit mile 20 strong. From there on, I had to keep running a meager 11 miles- ha!ha!
The trail flanked by wild flowers! Pure bliss!
The views of Folsom Lake kept me company and comfort. The blue sky and water, peaceful and tranquil images, followed my strides and gave me renewed hope and energy. Yet, the hills seemed to multiply at every corner, leaving me breathless while climbing them.
At mile 22.9, I crawled to Brown’s Ravine aid station and felt every muscle in my body having something to say to me, but I was not interested in listening. However, I felt a little lonely running by myself and only talking to people at aid stations, so God probably heard my prayers and sent Leslie Niels my way around mile 23, or so.
A young woman with a happy and steady stride, Leslie seemed to be especially strong on hills, so I followed her. We started to talk about our running problems, as well as curse the endless hills. Leslie was doing the relay and running the second half of the race, which was music to my ears, since her legs were not as tired and she could propel me to finish a race that was the most challenging event I have ever done in my life so far. I am sure harder events would come along, but this was my first.
Leslie, a super athletic and fun person to hang around, pointed out that after this race, we can definitely call each other “bad ass” ultra marathon runners. Yeah! We both repeated those words that had become the running leitmotif of the day. The “bad ass” mantra empowered and emboldened us to keep running, while joking and commiserating with each other.
At mile 28.9, Leslie and I reached Folsom crossing by the American River bike trail. I texted my hubby to tell him that I was 3 miles away. To my great delight, the last three miles were all on flat and fast surface, so I powered through with Leslie running right behind me a little slower, as by now her blisters gave her trouble. I could tell that every stride Leslie took hurt her, but she continued to maintain her joviality and positive attitude. I also felt that we both functioned as perfect crutches for each other and that really made our finish smoother and stronger.
Leslie and I about 3 miles from the finish line! Yeah!
As we turned on Sutter Street in Old Folsom, I knew the finish line on 200 Wool St. was around the corner, so I felt a strong surge in my cadence and pace. Clip-clop, clip-clop! Just like during Pony Express, our daughter Sophia joined me and ran with me towards the finish line, making my day. Our sweet son Alex was again the race photographer taking great shots of me. My hubby was beaming with pride. He hugged and kissed me right after I crossed the finish line. Wow! I did it! I ran my first 50K in 7:11 and felt pretty good. I could walk, so that was a good sign.
Crossing the finish line of my first 50K race!My beautiful family celebrating with me!
Leslie finished seconds behind me. We both hugged and congratulated each other, as well as promised to keep in touch with each other.
In the end, resilience and perseverance shone through, reminding me that there is always more I can give and that human nature is just as resplendent as nature.
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