Golden Gate Dirty Thirty Race Executive Summary
I raced the Golden Gate Dirty Thirty a couple weeks back. It was a local race. I signed up for it on a whim, and really didn’t give it much thought until a day or so before the race. The timing kind of sucked, as it was stuck between a 50M race and my impending 100M race. Nevertheless, I knew the course was amazing, and I had a lot of friends running, so I couldn’t really help myself.
Being so close to home, it didn’t require any substantial travel or an overnight stay. The downside to that was I had to set my alarm for 3:45 am to make it to the race on time.
Some quick notes (not necessarily highlights):
-With about 10 minutes until race time, the lines for the porta-potties were long. I was forced to go on a bushwhacking excursion to poop in the woods before the race. Great start to the morning.
-This is one of the first races where I will openly admit that I probably ran too fast for the first half. At one point I was in 5th place. I finished in 15th.
-At mile 20 I felt a tremendous urge to stop on the side of the trail and take a nap.
-At mile 21 I took an gnarly fall, flying forward on the trail, and of all things, ripping off the tip of my pinkie. Merely a flesh wound, but it bled profusely.
-Finishing time was 5:30:18. Those 18 seconds really piss me off.
-Great time chilling by the creek enjoying some beers with friends post race.
-Weird “only happens to an ultrarunner” moment of the day: stood in the bathroom of the Ogden during a concert that night, attempting to superglue the tip of my finger together so I wouldn’t bleed everywhere.
Pre-race discussions with JT. Probably discussing beer or my recent bathroom excursion. (Photo: Anton )
Early in the Race
A couple seconds later.
(Photo: Anton )
Finishing & watching those precious 18 seconds run off the clock.
...and he walked off into the distance....with a cooler full of beers.