Who am I?

[Brief background. While in Scotland on a trail run in May of 2015 I fell and hit my left knee HARD on a rock.  Ended up with a big cut and nothing else….so I thought.  Since then the pain in my knee has been creeping up in intensity to the point of causing me to limp in the mornings or stop in the middle of my runs.  Over the last two months I finally did something about, seeing the orthopedist, getting an MRI, and having a surgical consult.  This post is about the next step psychologically, not physiologically]

She stated firmly, “Nobody wants to read a blog post about an injury”.  Like most things I realized Bridget was right (thats why I’ll marry her).  So instead of writing about acquiring a potentially life changing injury, I’ll write about the prospect of losing a significant part of my life.  Thats inspiring, right?

The last couple months my Strava page is beginning to look like that of a technophobe.  As my kudos numbers atrophy away I wonder what other people think.  Are they thinking that I’m doing “secret training” (pre-Strava, called training).  I imagine once a week, on a group run people asking aloud, “What happened to Matt Laye”.  However, in reality its more like off of Strava out of mind and thats the crux of my problem.  Without running, who am I?

I secretly hope that my cartilage is superhuman and unlike those of others which are incapable of repairing themselves, but deep done I am starting to come to grasp with my own mortality in a purely running sense.  Bone on bone lack of cartilage does not repair itself, it breaks down until you need a repair.  At the moment all repairs are temporary despite some amazing treatments being developed. I imagine no number of second opinions will make me insured for experimental treatments reserved for multi-million dollar athletes and those who live moment to movement with excruciating pain.  So, I’m again faced with the question, without running, what do I do?

Now that I live in Boise I have a number of ways to reinvent myself.  Amazing mountain biking trails, skiing 15 miles from my front door, rock climbing 20 minutes away, and even a triathlon scene that is welcoming and down to earth.  But on a day like today when I get back from work tired and beat down its always a run that beats that beer in the fridge (at least initially).  For the last 20 plus years its on the trail and the road on my two feet which helps troubles, seasons, and time pass effortlessly.  Its comforting, its familiar, so its not just who am I or what will I do that I ask, but what will I become.

I’m fascinated by self-improvement.  Devouring books like “The Willpower Instinct”, “The Power of Habit”, and “Mindset”. I listen to podcasts about happiness, so called deconstructing world class performers, and improving my teaching constantly in my ears.  So I know a beginners mindset is a good thing.  Trying new things, stretching yourself, and even failing all make you stronger. But yet even thinking about letting go of running, of that massively important part of my ego, source of happiness, friendships and successes, is downright terrifying regardless of the benefits I fully know and truly believe await me.

Filling the void left by running is so much more than finding a competitive outlet.  As my high school coach Brian Davis said, “running is not a sport, its a lifestyle” and its been my lifestyle for so long.  Hence if I was a runner, who am I now, and more importantly who will I become.  I know that feeling a void left by running includes try to come to grasp with Matt Laye the non-runner and coming up with a better blog subtitle than “Adventures in non-running by a scientist”.  For now know that I’m not secret training offline.


More than a Fling

Loch Lomond and the entry to the Highlands

Loch Lomond and the entry to the Highlands

My “A” race is the wedding was my response to Dbo assertion that I either win or don’t bother coming back.  For me, often the race is secondary.  Its about the journey, the people, the landscape, and experiences surrounding the race more so than the performance itself.  My exposure into the culture surrounding trail running, outdoor adventures, and the Scottish highlands was well beyond the 7 hours and 4 minutes it took me to run from Milngavie to Tyndram, the first 53 miles of the well traveled West Highland Way.  It was dancing Ceilidh (pronounced “Kay-lay”) at the finish line, sharing beers with locals at the finish line, dinner in Glasgow with other trail runners, offers of accommodations during my travels, adventure advice, kayaking in Loch Lomond, and having my expectations for the beauty and wildness of the Highlands exceeded in every possible way.

Scottish traditional dancing is sort of like square dancing, but in a kilt.

Scottish traditional dancing is sort of like square dancing, but in a kilt.

I received the wedding invitation at a time when I was just starting to run again after my hamstring injury.  My hamstring was uncooperative, my disappointment from a DNS at Western sorely lingering, and my last race more than 6 months prior.  Still, when I travel I run.  Of course I was going to my friends Charlotte and Craig’s wedding in Scotland (especially since it was in a castle) and of course I immediately searched for races the weekend prior or after the celebrations.

Blair Castle - site of the wedding of Mr and Mrs Anderson.

Blair Castle – site of the wedding of Mr and Mrs Anderson.

Finding the HOKA Highland Fling one week prior to the wedding was just the first bit of the luck on my journey.  Soon I would learn that race director John Duncan was a coaching client of Ian Sharman.  I had my entry into not only the race, but also the local trail/ultra scene.  John graciously arranged my entire race weekend from pre-race hotel, finish line accommodations, and post-race hosts in nearby Glasgow with enough knowledge of the Scottish Highlands to create a lifetime of adventure itineraries.  I was excited about the race sure, but equally excited about the opportunities to interact with the local scene.

The West Highland Way, completed in 1980, is 96 miles in total and annually hosts more than 30,000 backpackers who walk the entire route.  The HOKA Highland Fling (Facebook page) covers the first 53 miles of it and contains a relatively tame ~5400 ft of climbing.  With the exception of a 4 mile stretch along Loch Lomond (the largest fresh water lake in the UK by surface area) the terrain is pretty runnable and lines up well with my strengths.  Still runners are treated to stunning views of the Highlands as various Munros and lower hills rise above the waters of Loch Lomond to the north.  In good weather it is stunningly beautiful, it bad weather it can be unbelievably miserable.

West Highland Way Route

West Highland Way Route

One problem with traveling for non running related reasons meant the inability to take much time to adjust to the 8 hour time zone difference between the West Coast and UK.  More accurately I had about 24 hours from when I landed to race time.  My strategy of going to bed earlier and waking up earlier (peaking at a 3:30 AM wake up) each day of the prior week clearly payed dividends as I had a full night of sleep and arrived on the raining starting line feeling relatively good.  My fitness was off from my ago, but I had managed several months of increasing training including a number of solid long runs and a strong 10 mile road effort to give me confidence to race rather than merely survive the 53 mile journey.

The rain that had saw us off the start line gave way to blue skies in the early miles in a prophetic manner that would parallel how my race would unfold for me.  Casey Morgan and Paul Navesey (of former 50k treadmill World Record fame), two strong UK based runners, took out the first quarter of the race quick and by mile 12 they had put 6 minutes into our chase pack of 3, a time I thought they would likely only extend all the way to the finish.  I spent those early miles in a group of 3 one of whom was Donnie Campbell who had just won the 130k Iznik Ultra Race in Turkey the week prior and was undoubtedly running on some tired legs. As I went to the front of our group up the only major climb of the day, Conic Hill, I was treated to increasing sunshine, my first views of Loch Lomond, and the southern Highlands “hills”.

The running from the bottom of Conic hill at Balmaha (19.8 miles) to Inversnaid (34.3 miles) was right in my wheelhouse; mostly flat, mostly wide, and insanely not technical.  I managed to establish a gap on Donnie and moved up into second when Casey had to unfortunately drop due to injury.  To my surprise the gap to Paul at first stayed at minutes (mile 27.2) and then decreased to 4 minutes by Inversnaid.  I briefly allowed myself to think, “huh, thats interesting”, but quickly turned my focus to how I was feeling and how to take care of myself.  15 miles out is still early to think about racing especially when stated time gaps are notoriously unreliable.  From Inversnaid you have a wonderfully technical, but not hilly section of trail along the lake which requires your full attention and any remaining athletic skill that road running and track hadn’t sucked out of your body years prior.  At several points I would look up in bemusement to how I got 10 feet below the trail and 3 miles later I was over rock hopping and grateful for the trail opening up to some more runnable trail as I reached the final checkpoint.

Hitting the final checkpoint, Bein Glas Farm (mile 40.9), I was starting to feel the effort and getting to the point of just wanting to be done.  Mile 40 was sticking my mind because of what Alex had said prior to Lake Sonoma 50, “after mile 40 everybody hurts” and hurting I was.  But apparently so was Paul as the time check was down to 2 minutes and within a mile of leaving Bein Glas I caught my first glimpse of Paul since I spotted him as a dot at the top of Conic Hill some 20 miles earlier.  As I ever so slowly caught Paul I realized that cruising in for second was not in the cards today.  It was race time and I was going to have to hurt.  I let that notion settle in over the a few miles as the gap ever so slowly closed, saving my energy for a big move rather than just catching him.  I didn’t want Paul fighting me for the final 7 miles to the finish line.  So when I eventually caught and passed him I tried to do so with ambition and did so for about 800m or until the route turned up a steep hill of unknown length.  Ugh, “You can walk when you are in the trees” I told myself.  For the first time all day I ran scared hoping to extend my lead and stay out of sight.  With 5k to go and an open field ahead I relaxed, it likely cost me the course record (by Sondre Amdahl), but it also ensured I did not blow up.  A mere two minutes after I finished Paul would come in to finish off a very strong effort of his own, one which actually saw him run a faster last 2.7 miles than me.

Before and after the race nearly every person I talked to about The Fling mentioned either how it was their favorite ultra race or it was the best ultra race in Scotland, if not the entire UK.  I don’t have that frame of reference, but I can say that on every level The Fling competes favorably with the best races in North America I’ve done.  Beautiful course, check. Amazing (and happy) volunteers, check.  Flawless organization, check.  Finish line fun, checkmate.  What happened after the race in many regards was more important for me than what happened during the race.  A large (heated) tent with beer, soup, music, massage, and of course a traditional Ceilidh dance.  I chatted with many a Scotman, Englishman, and occasional American.  All friendly and all having a great time.  I partook in their beverage buying generosity and patience to teach me a dance or two (that I put to good use at the wedding a week later to the surprise of many).  Knowing the history of the race its clear that race director John Duncan is largely responsible for this.  With infectious amounts of positive energy, time for everyone, and a constant smile on his face, its not hard to see why this race is more than a “fling” for the ultra community here and a great race to travel to.

Great trading card

Great trading card

Just waiting for the beer sponsorships to roll in...

Just waiting for the beer sponsorships to roll in…


Additional Links:

Strava Data

A great little video by Summit Fever Media about the 2015 edition of the race.

Race Recap by Scottish Athletics

Photo Album from my trip: Coming soon.

Why “Running Too Much May Be as Bad as Sitting Around” is BS

Its not a surprise that people are confused about the best medical practices to improve health.  Whether the recommendations are for diet or exercise it seems that every 3 months there is a contradicting advice from the medical community.  Eat eggs, don’t eat eggs, high carb diet, low carb diet (I still don’t know the right answer to that one).

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My (Failed) High Fat Low Carb Diet Experiment

There I was in my general physician’s examination room trying to explain why I was eating copious amount of bacon, cheese, and avocado and wanting a more a more advanced cholesterol test to show that it wasn’t really doing me harm. It wasn’t going well to say the least. I think the word “moderation” make more appearances that standing ovations at a State of the Union address.   How did I get here I thought to myself? Continue reading

Sorry, Not Sorry – My 2014

After Boston I said if the season ended today I wouldn’t regret it. I should have knocked on wood or something, because my running was prophetically never same after that. After a lackluster performance at Ice Age 50, a greedy attempt to accumulate Montrail Ultra Cup points, I added stupid to injury by running the Bay to Breakers centipede with the West Valley Bros.  All I needed to do was to finish Western States and I would have won the Montrail Ultra Cup.  Instead Bay to Breakers was my last race of the year and I could hardly walk without pain while spectating Western. So in the end Ian, Mr. Professional, Mr. Consistent, walked away with that title to more than make up for my sneaky victory over him at Rocky  Maybe I should have continued to ask him coaching questions.

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Hamstring Tendinopathy, a real pain in the…

Oh you thought you would win you silly hamstring injury, you thought you would go ahead stop me in the midst of my best training, racing, and most enjoyable block of running ever.  And you did for a good amount of time, but now I’ve figured you out and am ready to rid my life from you.

My hamstring issues had lurked in my mind and in my body for months until the Ice Age Trail 50 miler.  After Ice Age I recognized I had a problem, after Bay2Breakers that problem soon was serious.  So lets set the scene.  I’m having the best year of running.  A new half marathon PR, unbelievable 100 mile trail debut, and a 4 min marathon PR at Boston made it easy to ignore the hamstring.  I mean all that was required was a few easy miles to warm up and to stay away from running under 5 min pace.  Those problems seem trivial when training for marathons and beyond.  After Ice Age 50 mile there was no ignoring the pain though.  The pain was getting worse, not better, and even worse, I had Western States less than 2 months away.

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Head Case

Well, well, I can’t say I’m surprised.  I think this is the 4th blog I’ve started and almost the 4th that I quit.  But I’m not quitting, not yet. It’s not like I forgot to blog.  I thought about it a lot, but it’s hard to blog about running when you are not doing it.  I mean who wants to hear me whining about not running? Even my mom doesn’t want to read that*.

So let’s briefly summarize.  Coming off a marathon PR at Boston and a solid 50 miler at IAT I was preparing to run Western States. By the end of May I stopped running because of an upper hamstring injury….until about two weeks ago.  Okay that’s the simple story, and being injured is actually a lot more work than not being injured (I know this yet I still choose to neglect relatively easy preventative things).  I’ve actually been asked about my hamstring injury by several people and I know several more people that have had a similar infliction, so perhaps what I have to say could be useful…to someone…at sometime.  Hopefully it won’t be you.  I will write in a little more detail about what worked for me in my next post, but for now….

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