Page, Arizona has two iconic locations to see when visiting there, and the Antelope Canyon Ultramarathons visit both of them. The Antelope Canyon slot might be the most beautiful, most visited slot in the world, and it's amazingly gorgeous. Plus there is Horseshoe Bend, a gigantic curve in the Colorado river just outside town, as the river drops from Lake Powell and begins to form the Grand Canyon. We would see both of these on the race, and that was the reason I had signed up for the 50 miler, as the 55 k wouldn't pass through Antelope Canyon.
I haven't done a 50 mile run in a while, since I spent most of 2015 hiking while training for the Red Bull X-Alps. So I confess I was a little nervous going into this race. My training had consisted of only TWO marathon runs in the last few months, and really nothing else long since the X-Alps. What I did have going for me was the fact that we now have a dog. Spot is about 6 months old now, and I spend time each day walking him (and a few miles of extra walking each day adds up!).
Conditions were perfect for the race, light winds, moderate temperatures with full sunshine. The 6 am start was a little chilly, but with a super light windbreaker and light arm warmers I was fine. I had to laugh later when I passed a lady still wearing long sleeves hours later, with not one but TWO other jackets tied around her waist. Conditions were just too nice to need much of anything.
|Headlamps needed at the 6 am start|
Sand. I couldn't decide if I loved it or hated it. On one hand, it was very soft running, and easy on muscles and joints. The elevation grades were very gentle for most of the race, and on flats and downhills this made running pretty enjoyable. On the other hand, each step seemed to lose energy as I sunk into the deep red fluff, and going uphill was sort of miserable. Running at a 10 minute per mile pace (effort level) only seemed to net me about 12 minute miles, with the sand soaking up the rest of the time. My shoes and socks soon filled up with the stuff, but I managed to make it to mile 17 before I dumped a cupful of it out of my shoes.
Antelope Canyon appeared at the end of the wash like a narrow line of darkness. At 7 am, it was still quite dark inside, and with the walls so high above me, I had to use my headlamp to see where I was going. Definitely not the beautiful slot it is during the daylight :(
Getting back to the wash meant climbing up and over a hill and back down another short slot, this one airy and open with a couple short ladders. Then we backtracked (all that SAND!) all the way to Page, before heading over to Horseshoe bend.
At mile 20 I reached my 4th aid station, which was super-well stocked with snacks and drinks. WARM quesadillas and chocolate brownies, yum! Jim and Spot were waiting for me here, although the poor pup had puked up his breakfast so Jim had his hands full. Here also was my halfway bag, so I was able to drop all of my extra clothes and headlamp to lighten my pack. I set off from there with not much besides a full load of water and a few snacks. I had sent all of my ziploc bags (empty?!?) in my halfway bag the night before, and wasn't sure how to repackage my snacks for the start. Luckily now that we have a dog, we have dog poop bags stashed everywhere. I snagged a few of these (CLEAN!) ones, and brought some twizzlers and a bit of cheese. That's really all I ate outside of munching at the aid stations.
I was looking forward to the next 8 miles as they were supposed to be on the slick rock above the Colorado River. The views were outstanding, to be sure, as our little pink flags showed us a trail along the rim, then through the middle of a huge rock plateau. But it wasn't smooth slick rock like Moab, rather it was pushed up into thin ridges, which would break off under my feet. The terrain was very undulating, and added to the rough rock, this would be the slowest section of the race. Everyone was feeling it I guess, because as I dropped to a walk and power hiked through the miles, no one passed me. It was startlingly beautiful, and I just hoped that my water would last through the hot dry afternoon. There was no trail to speak of here, just flags that often were hard to follow. I had to stop a few times and scan the horizon to find the next clue.
Crossing the plateau slowly but steadily, I finally could look over Waterholes slot canyon, which would lead me to my next aid station. My water barely lasted, and I was grateful to refill and drop into the deep canyon that is Waterholes. Most of the slot canyon is very technical, and a LONG rappel will even get you right down to the Colorado river! Thankfully a section of the slot above the bridge is non-technical, aside from a few rickety ladders. It was also over a mile long, so there was great scenery, shade, and an occasional break from the deep sand.
|Waterholes Slot Canyon|
This is somewhat unusual, as near the end of a long race, almost everyone around you is going the same pace (slow). After all, if you have stayed together in a race this long, chances are your paces are similar. Case in point. If you want to find compatible running partners, enter a local marathon, run to about the midway point, then look around you and start making friends. These people have kept the same pace as you have for hours!
The last 11 miles of the race were on the Page Rim Trail, a (thankfully) dirt trail following the rim all around town. It was very runnable, and I was happy to have enough bounce left in my legs to run it. Again the poles came in handy, as they helped me power up and down the small washes as the miles ticked off. My goal all day had been to finish before dark, which was effectively 12 hours of racing. The slick rock at Horseshoe had slowed me down a little bit, but I was making up time at the end, and back to averaging 13 minute miles, pretty good considering I was taking some walk breaks.
At the north end of the rim we had great views of Lake Powell (and the white bathtub ring of low water levels), plus the aid station down here was frying up fresh bacon! With snacking on bacon and a pickle, and the watered-down Mountain Dew in my water bottle, I felt like I was a poster-child for the weird stuff people eat on ultra marathons.
From there it was only 7 miles to the finish, and although I felt tired, I was able to keep running strongly, even at 4800 feet of elevation. I started thinking as I ran that this might be the strongest finish in an ultra that I've ever had. Lots of dog walking probably helped with that, but I also believe trekking poles really helped me push through and keep some weight off my legs (up to 16% can go to your arms).
It was twilight as I dropped the last 1/2 mile off the mesa and had a last bit of deep sand to the finish. I actually sprinted to the line, dropping my phone in the process, but crossing in 12 hours and 15 minutes. That was enough for 95 place out of 260 entrants. At the finish I picked out a handmade finisher medal, and Jim and I had Navajo tacos for dinner. Not bad!
The next morning, Jim and I took Spot out to the slick rock near Lake Powell...he went for the first swim of his life! The water seemed to excite him, as he ran back and forth across the beach at full speed. He absolutely loved running around the rocks, and by far was better at climbing them than we were. It won't be too long before he's joining us for the long runs!
|This beach was trackless before Spot arrived!|
|Jim and Spot above Lake Powell|
|Horseshoe Plateau (the flat part of it at least)|
|Slot canyon #1|
|Wonderful Aid Stations and helpful volunteers!|
|Spot above Lake Powell|