The good
- Maybe because my body hadn't been exposed to added sugar for a month, I felt especially energized by chews and gels. I didn't follow a strict nutrition regimen during the race; I think I consumed around 600 calories of chews and gels, plus several bottle-fulls of Coke from aid stations. According to Strava (this phrase is generally accepted to be the equivalent to saying, "indisputable fact"), the run burned 4,000 calories. I can't say that means I'm "fat-adapted," where I'm burning fat versus protein, and I don't know what might have happened in a longer ultra, but this was a good enough experience to convince me to continue avoiding added sugar in my daily diet.
- It felt so good to have energy throughout the race, and to be able to push myself each loop, rather than deteriorating with every mile, like I did in my last couple races. I kept fairly even splits -- 1:07, 1:06, 1:08, 1:10, 1:06, and moved up through the field from 6th female after the first loop, to 1st female, 14th overall by the end. Ah, the feeling of not being over-raced. I might actually try to avoid over-racing in the future to preserve that good feeling. Well, at least I'll try to try.
The bad
- Maybe because my body hadn't been exposed to added sugar for a month, it freaked the f- out when I consumed all that sugar. My GI system was like, "Holy hell, Julie; wtf?!"
- After giving my all to win that race, I came back to San Antonio only to have my butt handed to me in Connect 4 by a wily 9-year-old. It was kind of like that scene in Scrubs:
We aren't competitive at all. |
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