Thankfully dawn had arrived by the time I reached the dam and began the real CT (sans headlamp).
|Looking northeast at Turkshead Peak|
The trail conditions were awesome considering it's still March! If you strung together all the snow patches I encountered over the 32 miles, the snow/ice would have accounted for about 2-3 miles.
|These weren't fun, but they were short.|
|Well, some where a bit longer.|
|Couple of spots opened up the view to the west. Raleigh Peak?|
|Cool views of Mt. Evans.|
|Long Scraggy Peak? I wish I knew what I was looking out at. One of the burn areas on the right.|
|From high above the South Platte. Fun running down, but a slog coming back up!|
|Need some help with this. Dog? Cougar? The middle of the print looks funny with the three bumps. I'm wondering if it's a print inside of a print.|
|Here are the two others close to the one above. These look more like some sort of small cat. For reference, I wear a size 12.5 shoe.|
|Segment Two Trailhead|
|The start of segment two was calling for me to come!|
|Is this pronounced like Goudy or Judy? Oh the things you will think about for over an hour on a long run!|
|If the temps weren't hovering around 32 here, I would have considered hanging out a bit.|
I decided to once again experiment with nutrition on this run. I tried a 30 miler last year and ate only potatoes, and a bunch of different cookies & crackers. That test didn't go so well. On this run, I decided to skip the gels and eat nothing but Scooby Snacks. They're actually quite tasty to me, and they pack 130 calories, 22g carbs, 120mg sodium, 2g protein into nine dog bones.
The results? I give 'em two thumbs up. There are about 90 bones in the box and I ate 60 of them. No, I didn't actually run with the box in hand! I felt fine the entire run and never got tired of the taste/consistency. I'd pop two in at a time and let them sit in my cheeks a bit before gobbling them down. During the second half, I needed a quick shot of water to help since my mouth was a bit more dry.
With all that said, I have a really bad habit of getting to the last 5-8 miles of a run/race and feeling like I should be able to stop eating and be fine to the finish. I have done this too many times to count. When I got to the dam, I felt like I was on the home stretch and stopped eating while clicking off a couple miles in the mid-7's. Not smart. Had I kept with the program and not try to be a superhero, I would have returned to my car feeling solid. Instead, the last two miles to the trailhead were borderline miserable. Someday I will learn. Someday.