San Diego 100 – October 22-23, 2005 I decided to do SD100 as my second 100 miler because I was trying to find a race that I might be able to do with a little less training than I did for WS100, no major altitude, low chance for scorching heat, and relatively close to home. When I told Stan Jensen of my plan, he said “Why choose a hard one?” I corrected him that SD wasn’t a hard one. After all, it only has about 15000 feet of climbing. As usual, Stan knew more than me. My training went fairly well. Although I did less total mileage (about 55/week average), I did longer long runs including 2 X 50 miles (Tahoe Rim Trial and Grand Teton), one crazy night run on Mt Diablo, and a bunch of other runs over 35 miles. I think I never fully recovered from Grand Teton just 4 weeks before SD100. Plus, I got a deep massage for no good reason thinking it might help my flexibility. In fact, it gave me stabbing hip- flexor pain in the weeks prior to the race. It was fine on race day but it messed with my mental preparation. The race: The course is really beautiful if you like desert mountains (I do!). It is gently uphill for the first 25 miles, then shadeless and rolling for about 15 miles. The trail is rocky, but early in the race it doesn’t seem so bad. I train on virtually rockless trails, so the rocks slowly wore me down. Then, it was downhill with some good running (smooth dirt road) to the turnaround. I got to the turnaround on 27 hour pace, but I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. I had a blister but more importantly, I was getting sick of my Hammer Gel. The gel I had been using with great success for years (Lava gel) had recently become unavailable, so I was experimenting with Hammer Gel on race day. As a result, I wasn’t eating as much as I should have been, and therefore I was slowing down. My buddy dropped at 38 miles so both his pacer and mine joined me at the turnaround for the slowest 50 miles of our lives. After hiking back up to Lucky 5 (mile 62) I was tired and not that cheerful. It seemed like every time I accumulated some energy that might allow me to run or go faster, the course would hit me with just enough rocks and hills to deplete me again. Then around 4PM, I started getting very sleepy, probably due to low blood sugar plus the fact I had been on the move for 22 hours. During my first 100 miler (WS), I never felt sleepy at all during the short night. Now, I was caught without caffeine pills with 2.5 hours until light. I tried sleeping at the 80-mile aid station, but it wasn’t working. So I staggered until it became unsafe, then I would sit and sleep for 30 seconds. This allowed me to continue for 10-15 minutes until my next forced micro- sleep. It wasn’t so fun. Once it started getting light, I felt much less sleepy. In the last 15 miles, there were short sections of rockless downhill that I was able to run, but mostly it was a death march. My feet hurt and I think I never really got on top of my nutrition. But I kept moving and finished in 29:19. I was a little disappointed in my time but I was pleased that I kept going until the end. I was 2 hours slower than my WS time, but I think SD should be about 1 hour slower than WS given equivalent performances. Without my pacers, it would have been less safe and even less fun. Plus, my friend who dropped and his crew became my crew, making me the best supported runner in the race! What I learned: 1) If the race is on rocky trials, you should really train on rocky trails. Not doing so is like training on flat trails for a hilly course. 2) Unless you are used to it, deep massage is just as likely to hurt you as help you. 3) I shouldn’t have run a hard 50 miler one month prior to the race. 4) I should have carried caffeine pills. 5) I should have dealt with my blister as soon as I felt it, not 30 miles later. 6) If possible, don’t experiment with new nutrition during a long race. I had no choice. 7) Lastly, 100 mile runs are really hard if you aren’t having your best day. The race was extremely well-organized and beautiful. Thanks to all who made it possible. Alex Sox-Harris