So with my buddy Kirk’s guidance, I ramped up my training after the Annadel Half Marathon with long runs on Sundays at the Lake Sonoma Recreation area. Northern California bowhunters will know how hilly this country is. To give an idea It is approx. 1000 vertical feet from the parking lot to the lake’s edge, so each loop I made, I had a climb back to the car. Over 5 weeks my long runs went from 8 to 10 to 12 to 14 and finally to 17.3 miles.
My Target race was the Pirate’s Cove 30 k (18 mile) Trail Race on the Marin Headlands, but I decided I would use the 10 mile Ilsanjo Classic as my “taper” run the Sunday before. My prep week for Ilsanjo was anything but well planned. 2 nights on the road and a lot of late nights would not be my recommendation for anyone wanting to perform well on the weekend.
I managed to get to the start of the Ilsanjo Classic with the sole hope of not falling below last years time of 1:37:44 on the course that ran through 3 different city, regional and state parks.

Sunday dawned with 37 degrees and a clear sky and frost in Two Rock. With bagel and coffee in hand I drove to the race with 30 minutes to spare. After paying my $10 race fee I met up with some friends and did a quarter mile warm up while the kiddies ran the Newt Scoot 1k. Each kid got a ribbon and a certificate for a free frozen yogurt.
We toed the line and took off as the RD clashed together two Deer antlers instead of the typical starter’s pistol. As we headed up the bike path in a congested mass of runners, my calves and shins felt heavy and tight. My chest was congested and I was regretting spending all day Saturday on my feet. However once we got off of the gravel enough of the faster runners had gone ahead, that it was open when we hit the singletrack at about mile three.

As we turned up Spring Creek, I felt in my element as the damp trail twisted around trees and rocks leading up to the uphill portion immediately below Lake Ilsanjo. I did hike the steepest part of the trail, but I was able to hit the dam spillway with some pep.
As I rounded the corner I came across a shirt tail cousin and his mountaineering wife, (Along with Sam from the Biggest Loser) out on a hike. As I passed I shouted “Love to talk but I’m racing!” Seeing some familiar faces gave me a boost, (along with the gel 10 minutes before), and the flatter section around the lake seemed to fly by. Along this stretch I managed to pass a couple of runners as the tightness left my calves, and the congestion left my chest between mile 4 and 5.
Along the Richardson trail section, by the SCTB Watertrough, I met up with my cousin once more. He gave me a high five as his wife shouted “HEY you are kinda muddy!” (which I was). That was enough to propel me down the fire road from mile 5 to 7 as I dropped 500 feet in elevation. Here I met up with a female runner who had taken a nasty fall the last time we ran this trail. She was cautious on the descent but passed me once the trail flattened out.

The last 3 miles was almost flat, and so was I. I picked up a couple more runners along the Gravel section and we sparred as my pace weakened. I just remember pink shorts in front of me (yes, it was a woman). I just tried to keep her in sight as we wound through the Oak Knolls parking lot and hit the asphalt bike path as half of Santa Rosa seemed to be out there with baby strollers and dog leashes as obstacles. I even had a woman ask “Are you training for the Human Race?” I shouted over my shoulder in response “we are racin’ NOW!” .
A quarter mile before the finish line came into view, I was determined not to get “chicked” and I turned on the Afterburners…I didn’t know I had it in me…I literally passed her like she was standing still. I crossed the finish line at a pace that, as one fellow racer said looked like I was “chasin’ someone who stole my mother’s purse”.
A quick look at my watch showed 1:31:24. Over 6 minutes faster than last years time. A new Personal Best for a 10 mile trail race.
