"The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
Me, looking like crap and showing-off my Hard-Earned 500-mile Shirt from this year's RR100-miler . Photo by Kristi Mayo
Post 100-mile race recovery can be problematic, especially if you've had a "really rough" race. This last one was a real bad one for me. It's funny; 13-days hence, and I actually feel really well; no aches, no stiffness, and I'm running okay. I think I'm recovering just fine, but there were a few problems along the way. Running the last 20 miles without being able to eat or drink anything (because of dry-heaving), was the toughest thing on my body (and mind), I think. When that happens, a person's body tends to cannibalize itself, and blood-ketone levels and a bunch of stuff goes crazy. I also went there with a bad cold, and I came away from it with bronchitis and a sinus infection.
Funny Story: I went to see my doc just a day after the race because of my sinus infection. My doc knows about my ultrarunning exploits, and always likes to hear about them. I told him about my recent 100, and he said that the stress of it had probably helped me get a secondary infection, so he prescribed some antibiotics. He also said that my activities are "good for (his) business."
He also had some blood work done on me. I think that he was mainly curious to see what a post-100-mile sample looked like, with everything that I'd gone through in this particular race. My CK level (creatine kinase) was 867...(it's supposed to be between 24-195), I had evidence of rhabdomyolysis- muscle proteins in my bloodstream, and everything about the blood sample was out-of-sorts. The poor lab tech called me immediately, and was really freaked-out. He said, "I haven't seen blood counts that bad since pulling a sample from a cadaver, post-cardiac arrest." I told him, "the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated," and it was "normal" for what I'd gone through recently, and to talk with my doctor.
I find ways to enjoy life as much as I can. Also, life's too short to treat people poorly.
I'm into long runs in the park, consuming salt, popping blisters,
eating roadkill & tree bark, and burying whiners in shallow, unmarked
graves. I also enjoy designing trail race courses that would make the
Marquis de Sade blush.
A fun time for me would include banging muddy shoes together, setting
broken bones with a machinist's vise, and duct-taping-down any part of my
body that is bleeding or just flopping-about uselessly.
What helps me to be an active trailrunner and grandpa?
1) Daily sponge baths with bovine stem cells;
2) Copious amounts of delicious & nutritious homebrewed beer; and
3) My secret elixir...Bicarbonate of Figleaf.