Last year, my husband and I celebrated Valentine’s Day the best way we knew how: by running the Raging Bull, a completely brutal six-mile relay race in 12-degree weather.
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Romance done right.
We had such a great weekend, we decided to do it again this year. I booked a cabin at Platte River State Park, and learned that the race had changed venue to Mahoney State Park. This was okay though, because:
- Mahoney is only a few miles away from Platte
- Cabins at Platte are cheaper anyway
- I didn’t know that Mahoney even had hiking trails. How hard could this race possibly be?
We had done a few races at Mahoney in the past, but they were always on the park’s paved roads and sidewalks. Platte River has miles of rugged single track trails through the woods, over creeks, and up and down ravines. There was no way this year’s race would be as tough as last year’s.
Crazy how someone can simultaneously be so right and so, so wrong.
The good news: at 18 degrees, race day was slightly warmer than last year. The bad news: this was after a week of pleasantly warm (40 degree) days, which melted a significant snowfall that Nebraska had received the week prior. Several inches of snow had melted into many, many puddles on the trail: puddles that had frozen solid when the weekend cold snap hit. Last year we had to contend with a crunchy snowpack; this year, however, our route might as well have been on a skating rink.
The race organizer, Angry Cow Adventures, had provided sufficient warning that there would be ice on the trail and advised the use of screws or Yak Traks to help with footing. I had my trusty trail shoes, which had helped me through previous snowy routes, so I figured I would be fine. We filed out of the warm lodge to line up for the start, and I positioned myself in my usual spot at the back of the pack.
We took off on the three-mile long loop: I had signed up for the 6-mile race, so I would have to make the loop twice (there is also a 12-mile option, but I am so very bad at trail running, I decide to leave well enough alone). We didn’t get too far before we ended up on some icy bits of trail; I was able to pick my way along the edge of the trail to get more traction, but it was slow going.
Then came the big moment: the moment very early on in the race (or rather, two back-to-back moments) when I knew I would only be finishing a single circuit of this course.
As the trail trended downward, it was exceptionally icy and terrifying. At the time, I had ended up with a small group of women, most of whom were taking the race as seriously as I was. The trail banked down fairly severely; the best way to navigate it without falling to our deaths waste sit on our butts and slide down the ice.
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And the Nebraska women’s butt luge team was born.
We ended up having to traverse this way more than once, and I was growing increasingly convinced that I only needed to experience this route once to truly appreciate it. Then, my decision was sealed in stone about a half mile in, when I slipped on a patch of ice and wiped out. My feet flew out from under me and I landed HARD on my butt, bouncing back to also land on my shoulder. It hurt….. a lot……. but not so much that I couldn’t keep going. I knew I would have some good bruises from that experience.
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The bruise on my palm was easier to show off than the one on my butt.
For some reason, my Garmin ate my data for the race, but I know that my first mile took just over 23 minutes. The second mile was just as slow; there were so many extended patches of ice, I ended up walking a good part of the race. The third mile, however, opened up out of the woods and into some of the more open areas of the park. It was a rougher mile in that the wind could now get to us–a strong, cold, cutting wind–but the ice had virtually disappeared and I could remind myself of what running actually felt like. At some points, I still had to blunder through the snow, but I could at least propel myself forward with confidence. My final mile was something over 16 minutes–considerably faster than the first two, but still not much to brag about.
My 5K road race PR is a 29:23, which is a 9:28 pace, but I’m generally closer to a 10:00-11:00 pace, depending on a zillion different factors. My trail 5K pace is generally anywhere between a 13:00-16:00 pace, depending on the difficulty of the course. Take away the ice, and this year’s Raging Bull course would’ve been challenging, but nowhere near the toughest course I’ve done. Last year, I completed the six-mile race in 1:32. This year, it took me 1:13 to do three miles.
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But at least I got a cool shirt, some kickass bruises, and a great story.