The long-awaited Bulldog 50K took place on what was basically the hottest day of the summer. I heard that the temperature was over 110 degrees. Totally not cool because everyone had been training in the cooler summer temps we’ve been experiencing.
We arrived at Malibu Creek State Park around 4:40am, having awoken at 3am and departed at 4. It was dark out and warm, way too warm. Excitement was in the air, along with nerves, a ton of anxiety and restlessness as we waited for the race start at 6:30am. My family and I passed the time by handing out bibs to the racers. A pretty fun job as it was entertaining to see the different ways everyone was handling the anticipation. Some people were funny and enthusiastic; others were stuck in their heads, accepting the bibs silently with furrowed brows, wondering why they were about to do this to themselves. I wondered that too! It was fun to observe and think about how at races I’ve been the enthusiastic excited racer before and other times, the silent anxious racer who will run with fingers crossed.
In this picture is the G-Team (G for Garcia). My dad looks a little more excited than my uncle but to be honest, I don’t know how they felt before the race because I didn’t see much of them. I’m sure both felt all the well wishes from my last post!
Their 50K race began and then it was time to hand out bibs for the 25K. I was surprised (and kinda sad) by the number of bibs that went unclaimed for both races. After volunteer duty was over, it was time to wait.wait.wait. And wait we did. Thankfully we had a canopy to shade us with but it felt like we were in an oven set at 450*. I can’t imagine how it felt to be out there running- the few minutes I spent standing unprotected under the sun, I thought my shoes were about to melt! All I did was sit in the shade, drink as much water as I had and try to eat my lunch but by the time runners were coming in, I felt my body not doing so well. I had made way too many trips to the restroom and was nauseous and shaky. I definitely should have made myself snack all day and drink whatever water I could get ahold of. 3 days later, I almost feel back to normal. I seriously need to never do that again to myself!
Back to the race, my uncle ended up being picked up at mile 23 or so. He was extremely dehydrated. He did not finish but what he did is still a major accomplishment!! To have made it that far in those conditions is admirable!
My dad is crazy and ran in smiling. [Hear me using what must be my favorite word…!]
There’s proof that I was there in a green G-Team shirt!
Once he made it in, we drenched him in what water we had left, which wasn’t much because most had dried up. Seriously, it was HOT! Congrats to my dad for doing 31 miles in impossible conditions! By the way, bib #88 got 88th place! And finished in 7:21:55!
Who wants to run an ultra? I know I do!