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2019 Rebels Cross Country (XC) Challenge race report – Carmichael, CA

2019 Rebels Cross Country (XC) Challenge race report – Carmichael, CA

Perhaps there really is something to that old adage “time flies when you’re having fun,” since last weekend marked the halfway point of the PA-USATF cross-country season. Saturday’s meet allllll the way north in Carmichael, a good 2-2.5 hours north of us, up in Sacramento County, was the Rebels 6k, and it was fun and a nice change of pace, both literally and figuratively.

Saturday’s Rebels meet was the first meet that Wolfpack didn’t field a full team for men, women, or masters men. Then again, when you consider that Rebels came less than a full week after the previous weekend’s GGP Open (that we hosted, no less) , and brought with it a huge travel distance, I suppose it’s not all that surprising. Andy, Heather, and I drove north from SJ to the meet, and Isaac met us there to throw-down a 6k in the very flat Ancil Hoffman Park. 

the Saturday XC squad at Rebels

Heather and I joined a bunch of other women runners for the warm-up and to check-out the course, and my initial impressions were that the course was very flat (akin to the Aggies’ Martinez xc meet), save for a couple steep but very short sections, and that the course featured a lot of narrow singletrack, making the propensity to get boxed in very high, if not altogether assured. I’d eventually learn that the race would begin with a large out-and-back on the grass before meandering elsewhere in the park (and in the singletrack), and it’d also end with the final .75 mile (or so) on the grass. With that in mind, we’d be getting two different ends of the running spectrum: boxed in and narrow (on the singletrack) and later, wide open spaces (and questionable footing, on the grass). Cross-country racing is nothing if not an adventure. 

Right off the line, sprinting through the grass, I felt pretty good. Many of the women in my immediate surroundings were the same women with whom I had run the very leisurely warm-up not too much earlier, so it made for a fun and supportive atmosphere; there’s something very cool about recognizing a familiar ponytail/hairstyle and throwing down some good jobs and you’re looking goods and getting it reciprocated. Competitive camaraderie FTW.

somewhere in the first (grassy) mile. PC: Isaac

Within the first mile, once we finished our little rendezvous on the grass, we were on the narrow singletrack, and I felt as though I had very little room to maneuver. Having little room to maneuver is good for pacing — it keeps you in check and from doing something dumb early on — but then again, with “only” a 6k to run, you don’t have the luxury of a lot of distance to work with.

At any rate, trying to maneuver would be a gamble: do I go around the woman in front of me (and veer very far to the right, up off the singletrack, and hope to resume a spot in front of her, without turning an ankle or tripping on anything in the process?), or do I simply try to hold my position and wait (read: hope) that an opportunity to move arises? Truth be told, I felt like a bit of a creeper because I was so close to the women in front of me in the first couple miles but I wasn’t going around them because I didn’t think I had enough space to. (If you were in front of me, apologies for the heavy breathing and the long delay in finally getting out of your space). 

During the warm-up, the women local to the area pointed out the short and steep hill we’d be running up, and we laughingly agreed that it’d surely burn by that point in the race. We were right. Interestingly, by the time I was on the hill in the throes of the race, some women were walking the ascent, just like at Lagoon Valley. It’s definitely not a value or judgement statement about the runners who were around me and walking the short hill at Rebels; it’s merely an interesting-to-me observation. We all race in ways that make sense to us, and it’s fascinating to see it all play out.  

Finally, at the almost-end of the race, once we were out of the singletrack, we were literally adjacent to the parking lot near the start and finish line, but a good, ¾ mile-long all-grass field separated us from the finish. From about mile 2 to 3, I had moved up a few positions, and though I was getting tired, I felt strong, like I had a little something left. It was a relief to be out of single-file territory and try to let it rip on the final almost-mile of the course and try to pick up the pace that the earlier singletrack kinda precluded from happening. It was getting warm — I think it was nearing 80 degrees by my race’s end — but I tried to find a higher gear and finish the thing strong all the way to the line. I wanted to give whatever I had, and together with the flat course, I ended up posting my fastest time so far this season. It’s not really a fair comparison because each XC course is so different (in both topography and mileage), but hey. I’d (perhaps delusionally) like to think it’s progress.

My eldest had her first swim meet of the season over the weekend, so Heather and I opted for a super short cool-down — only a mile — in which we saw off Isaac for the masters men’s race; I felt guilty for peacing-out before Andy’s race began, but fortunately, he was understanding. I had a three-hour drive ahead of me to get to the swim meet (after first stopping in Sunnyvale), and along the way, I learned that the swim meet was moving along very quickly, all but promising that I’d miss everything that day. Dang! (Good thing these meets are two days long, so I’d get to see Sunday’s events instead).

the start of the masters race
hi, Isaac!

I ultimately ended up posting 6 and change on Rebels Saturday, and for the rest of the day, I had that satisfying, good-tired feeling permeating my legs and body. Last week, in the days prior to the XC meet, I did a little (fartlek) workout for the first time in months, which I acknowledge probably boosted my spirits a little headed into the meet, giving me the impression I was juuuuuuust this much more prepared than I had been for meets prior. (Placebo, nocebo… it all counts!) Though it was a ton of driving for not much running, as always, I’m grateful for the experience and opportunity. Hard to believe the season is already nearly halfway done, but it’s definitely not too late to jump in on the action… here’s my weekly standing invite once again 🙂   

2019 Golden Gate Park XC Open race report – SF, CA

2019 Golden Gate Park XC Open race report – SF, CA

This past weekend brought the fourth cross-country race of the PA series, the Golden Gate Park Open, and of particular interest (and sentimentality) to me, my team, Wolfpack Running Club, hosted the event. This historic 4-mile, 2x2mile-looped course covered the same ground, in the same way, as it did when I last ran the course back in ‘17 at PA Champs, but this time around, things felt a little different.

our women’s and masters women’s teams (PC: WRC)

For the past two years that I’ve run the GGP Open, at this time of year, the course wasn’t the usual (and historic) Lindley Meadow iteration. Instead, back in ‘17, the organizers had to begin/end the course on the nearby polo fields to accommodate some permitting restrictions. That makes sense, since SF is a pretty big place and all, and people can reserve sections of GGP for whatever. (If memory serves, we couldn’t run the historic course in ‘17 because part of it was reserved for a birthday party.) 

our open men’s and masters men teams (PC: WRC)

Anyway, when it came time for the ‘18 iteration, the course repeated what it was the year prior, the non-historic, polo fields-style iteration. For someone like me — someone new to the PA XC scene — starting and ending the GGP Open on the polo fields, and not on Lindley Meadow, was no big deal simply because I didn’t know any better.

For local vets of the sport, however, the polo fields iteration of the GGP was a somewhat undesirable blip in the history of the event. Not having the historical perspective of a local racer who has been doing this stuff here for a long time, I’ve only known the GGP open as an event that began and ended at the polo fields; the PA championship race (“Champs”) in November was the only PA XC race that began and ended in the Meadow. 

the start of the women’s race (PC: WRC)
open men’s start (PC: WRC)

I’m belaboring the starting and ending nuances of the GGP Open course here because by virtue of my club hosting the event, I spent my non-racing moments of the morning assisting at same-day registration and interacting with a lot of runners. Multiple people expressed how happy they were that we weren’t “doing polo fields” that day. In fact, unprovoked by anything I said, one PA racer enthusiastically told me about how historic the Lindley Meadow course was and how happy he was that we were *finally* running that course for the GGP Open, insinuating that that was the “real” course. Suffice it to say that that runners (understandably) have strong opinions about these things. 

off the starting line and in the grass, trying not to slip, fall, or otherwise self-sabotage (PC: WRC)

Moving on, it’s here that I’ll note that I don’t have any startling revelations to share, nor can I speak to any of the behind-the-scenes intricacies that are entailed in organizing and hosting a cross-country race in a major city park in a large urban setting — I’ll gladly defer to Andy, our team’s race director, and Coach Lisa, his co-director, for that — but simply judging by the sheer number of Wolfpack members, friends, and family members who showed up to help out on the event morning, let me assure you… there’s a lot involved. A *lot*. 

one of the few stretches of pavement on the course (PC: WRC)

Many teammates came from all over the bay area (and beyond) to help out in some capacity (race day reg, course monitoring, finish line chute duties, you name it) and of course to also provide the sincere and heartfelt words of support and encouragement mid-race, to everyone racing, regardless of which team singlet was adorning their chest. We all know that those mid-race words matter, especially when you’re grinding and in the thick of it (and on this storied and hard AF course, no less!).    

right around the mile 1/3 markers, as you exit the singletrack and begin to plow through the gopher-pocked field (PC: WRC)

It’s with this amazing and soul-filling backdrop of knowing that it’s my team behind the scenes, putting on a lovely and well-executed show, that my actual race took place. A gaggle of women and I arrived hours early to help with event set-up, and with a little bit of time to spare, we ran one warm-up lap to scope out everything and re-acquaint ourselves with the terrain. No doubt this course is so storied in part because it’s so very prototypical cross-country: a grassy meadow start and finish, a minor stretch of asphalt, a gopher-pocked field, singletrack, a few bouts of sand, rocky and rooty patches, tiny-but-still-significant-when-you’re-trying-to-race-fast ascents and descents, and more. It’s one of those courses where you can’t help but think to yourself holy shit, we’ve only run (1 mile/2/3/4 miles)?! That’s it?! The relative work-to-distance ratio is sorta silly.

on the other side of the field, before the other singletrack bit, before getting adjacent to the polo fields, smiling like a fool bc DAMN THIS IS HARD (PC: WRC)

In other words: this course is so, so fun, in the most (lovely yet) inane way possible. 

somewhere around mile 1.3 or so, adjacent to the polo fields, after the sand, before the woods… are you keeping track of all the various terrain?! (PC: WRC)

We fielded enough participants to have masters women/men’s and open women’s/men’s teams (hooray!), and everyone who raced also volunteered. Our course monitors were situated pretty frequently throughout the course, which meant runners always knew where we were going and that we all got those soul-affirming great job, you’re doing awesome, keep going supportive commentary throughout the entirety of the race, which matters. 

I’m 700+ words deep by now and have said nothing about my race, but the pictures above probably speak for themselves, to a degree. Right off the grassy field start line, both hamstrings felt extremely strained when we made the fast ascent from the grass to the path. It took a little bit of time (and some downhill) for the panicked feelings of ohshitohshitohshit to subside; my only explanation is that I wasn’t adequately warmed up. About a mile in, when we were in the first singletrack stretch before the gopher-pocked field, I rolled or began to roll my ankles no fewer than three times, before/after/during the sand portions, once hard enough that the women behind me audibly gasped and asked if I was ok. (I was, and thanks for looking out for me!) Throughout the race, I felt pretty strong but not very fast — again, that same place where I’ve been since May at MTB — and on my second lap, I surrendered two places and got back one. At the very end of the race, with about a quarter-mile to go, I tried to close the gap on the woman in front of me and flung myself into a dead sprint, grassy field finish line be damned. Ultimately, she beat me by two seconds, but my Garmin data details that the final 30 seconds of my race waded into sub-5 territory, with a low of 4:17, which is probably some sort of record for me in a race (let alone a XC race). That’s exciting. 

finishing strong, hence that weird grimace-smile thing (PC: WRC)

My time was ~1:40 slower than it was when I last ran this course in 2017, but it’s of little consequence to me simply because in ‘17, I was just a few weeks out from CIM and thus had a ton of concerted training under my belt. For the past few weeks, I’ve been sitting around 50 mpw but without any real workouts to speak of. I was happy that I could find a really high-for-me gear at the end of a tough race on Sunday, and I finished feeling like I had tried hard. So far this XC season, my goals at each race have simply been to have fun, work hard, and don’t give up/stay in it when it gets uncomfortable. Provided I do all of those, I walk away (tired but) gratified. That’s enough.

RD Andy de-briefing post-race (PC: WRC)

Following the women’s race were the masters men and open men’s races, and not too long after that came our team picnic. Hanging with my teammates — and meeting some of them for the first time — was such a lovely way to bookend the morning. The morning left me completely jazzed for the rest of the XC season and got me hyped about running the course again at Champs in November. (Here again is my usual open invite to one and all to come run any of the PA cross-country meets. Ask me any questions you have!). 

the obligatory silly shot (PC: WRC)

Congrats and THANK YOU to everyone who came out and raced and/or helped on Sunday; you helped make the day what it was.  xo