Before making the trip to the country of Iceland, there was a search to find a race to run there. Aided by a
website, there were three possible options for racing. Considering one was an ultramarathon (although it did look cool), the options were down to two, both part of a weekend event. The event was Runner's Festival Westfjords- a three day event (July 15 to 17), with many events, including two road races, three trail races, swimming, biking, a fun run. Despite the amount of events, I ended up doing one- Sunday's Vesturgatan trail ("wilderness") race. There were three distance options- the half vesturgatan 10K, the heil vesturgatan 24K, and the tvofold vesturgatan 45K. 45K was way too long, but considering the next race was Blessing, the 24K may be a good tune up into racing longer distances. Signed up, barely made the packet pick-up, and was ready to run on Sunday (kinda).
I originally planned on putting this on my weekly log, but after the amount I wrote on, it seemed to deserve a separate post.
Wake up was about 7 AM, where I had a bad race-day breakfast. I ate just some cereal, some skyr (Icelandic Yogurt), and a bar. I should be eating much more, especially for a hilly 15-mile race, but there weren't a lot of options, especially without usable microwaves and ovens in the hotel.
My knee had some random pain yesterday. It went away overnight, but now felt numb, stiff and like it may seriously affect my race. Running made it feel better, so I was hoping I would feel good on the warm-up. It was an hour bus ride over, where we went over a mountain. It was a scary road, right on the edge the whole time. The 45K runners had to run up it- 2000 feet of elevation gain in just a couple of miles! Good thing I wasn't doing that race. We still had a good amount of hills however, with just under 2000 ft total elevation gain in the race. However, it was split up well and there were only a couple of climbs that might be extremely difficult. We finally got off the bus, and I felt a little cold. I was wearing my Asics running jacket I bought in NH (at the Merrimack premium outlets on the way back from loon), but it didn't keep me warm just standing around. There was no bathroom near the start- it was just find your own area and hope no one sees you. I was worried I might have a bathroom problem during race. About 25 minutes before the start, we went on our warm-up. Just a mile easy on the main dirt path. We didn't get to preview much of the race course. The awkward feeling in my knee went down, but not away.
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There were three buses. The first two were full and departed, then this one showed up.
It was much larger and looked much cozier than the first two, so I was happy to take it.
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It was time to line up. Last few sips of powerade, strip down to race gear, tie my shoes (in which I seriously thought about what I was going to wear- was it a hard packed dirt road that my road trainers (Saucony Kinvara) would handle fine on, or was it a rockier path that I'd need my trail shoes (Saucony Peregrine)? On the way over, I was just about set on road shoes, but when we got to the start, that wasn't going to work. The path became different, with a two-lane softer dirt road with many rocks. There were also stream crossings, a cool feature, but one that would require heavier and more water resistant shoes. I put on my Peregrines tightly and headed over. The start was right after a stream crossing (if the field was bigger, people would be starting in the stream). I hopped over on the rocks to avoid getting wet pre-race, but others just walked across, not minding the wetness. I jogged out a little on the course then headed back. The announcer acknowledged that some of us speak only English, but then went on to give a long list of Icelandic instructions. Not helpful. Fortunately, counting down to the start was much clearer and we were off.
Right after the first turn were rocks. It was a cool path, one of the lowest points in elevation of the entire race, but extremely hard to run. We were running on rocks, not dirt. It was uneven, hard, and out of balance. The two top runners, some of the few in singlets, took it out ahead and put 30-40 meters on the rest of the field. I ran close to Dad and some fast-looking woman for half a mile, before breaking away a little and running in third place. I was surprised my pace was about 6:30, because I planned to go out really slowly and see how I felt. My knee feeling had gone away and I felt pretty comfortable. The entire first mile had a really weird surface, with awkward running over the hard and unbalanced rocks, but since it was so early on and the pace didn't feel aggressive, I didn't mind too much. Mile one split was a 6:28, and I'm about 50 meters back from the top two guys. Shortly after the end of the first mile, we switched to a wide dirt road. We came up to the first major hill, and I was very surprised at what I saw ahead of me- both of the leaders were walking. They must've underestimated their lead, because by the top of the hill, I was only five meters back and pretty much part of the lead pack. Once they saw I had close I had gotten, they started running again. I ran pretty close to them for the next few miles, happy with the pace. Splits- 7:00, 6:37. My 5K split was a high 20s, and I was feeling great. The path had been on the main dirt road at the edge of the fjord the whole race, most of it a two lane path with rocks on top. This was the first time we would go away from the edge. We ran inland for a quarter mile, and it looked like the path continued inland. I was close behind the leaders, ready to continue on the path, but they suddenly turned left on a grass single track. I had enough distance to make the turn, but wasn't expecting it. The single track ended shortly, we crossed a bridge, and quickly made our way back out alongside the ocean cliffs. Mile 4- 6:56.
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| Rocky Path at the Beginning |
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| But this double-lane (with grass in the middle) dirt path was what most of the course was like. |
It looked like our pack had a good lead on the next runners, which Dad was among. The next two miles were pretty uneventful. I stuck behind the top guys, occasionally enjoying the amazing view, and thinking about race strategy. I started to think about going for the lead, as I seemed more comfortable than the other two guys, but kept thinking about the grass turn, and how they weren't any course markings. Based on the winner from last year's Strava post, it looked like you stayed on the main road the whole time- but there may be upcoming sections where I can't tell where that is. I stuck with them for a while longer, and noticed their strange waterstop habits of actually stopping and walking when drinking the water. I did as well, only because I didn't want to get a lead and be confused on where to go. Mile 5 was 7:07, Mile 6 was 6:55.
Soon enough, the race got a little more exciting. The younger of the two guys in our group (excluding me) dropped back and now it was just us. At first, he stayed 5-10 meters behind, but eventually dropped 30-40 meters back. I was still extremely comfortable, but a little frustrated about my worries about be unable to take the lead because I don't know the course. I was just sitting on the top guy now, ready to make a move at any point. He seemed surprised I had stayed with him this long, and asked me where I'm from. Sometimes I would run by his side in the other lane, while sometimes I would linger just behind him. It was easy, but I wasn't happy that the pace was gradually slowing, and was slightly annoyed with the way he was running. He got aggressive on the uphills, and I would fall a meter or two back, but when we got to the downhills and flats, it seemed like he would slow down quite a bit, making it really hard for me not to pass. He'd also randomly surge on some flats and not others, which made me excited that he was picking it up, until he decided to slow down again. The pattern continued for the next two miles, and I stayed comfortable, having exerted little fatigue so far. 7 and 8 splits were 6:50 and 6:30.
Every once in a while, I take a look back. The third guy became out of reach and was eventually passed by Dad. Dad kept getting closer and closer, especially as we slowed down, and eventually joined our pack at about 8 and a half miles in. He asked me how I felt, and I told him I was running easy. Dad and the other leader (his name was Gisli), swapped positions frequently while I sat behind, running easy. Mile 9 was actually the last mile I would run easy, that split was 7:06. Suddenly it went from easy to hard, my thighs got tired and my feet felt worn out. Over the next mile, it started to actually feel like I had just run 9 miles at sub-7 pace. I still felt strong and could easily pick up the pace, but my lower body started to take on fatigue. Mile 10 was 6:36.
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| Somewhere around Mile 9 |

At this point, I went from sitting on them and thinking about making a move to wondering if I could still stay with them. I was pretty tired now, but still running the same pace. We hung as a pack for another mile, run in 6:36. At one point, we went down a good size downhill, and I naturally picked it up. I felt like both of them were running too slow and cruised by, leading for the first time in the race, and opening 10 meters. I didn't feel like I had made a major move and was waiting for us to become a pack again, but the lead only increased. By the end of the mile, it was about 30 meters. Mile 12 was my fastest of the race- 6:13. The road made a turn away from the water and into the lava fields. I passed a few roads that went right, not sure on whether to take them, but decided not to. My lead opened up to 100 meters. There was a steep climb to the left, and I was hoping that wasn't on the main road. Eventually, we got out of the lava fields sections and took a left on soft sand, crossed a bridge and started climbing. I had a pretty big lead and started to think this race was mine. Mile 13 was 6:48. The climb was slow, felt long, and didn't help my aching legs. The trail became really cool, with insanely steep drops off the side. I wanted to get water at the final stop, which was to my right, but a car came between me and the waterstop, and I was unable to quench my thirst. The climb eventually leveled off and the hills became rolling again. I looked back a few times, and couldn't even see anyone. Mile 14 was understandably slow- 7:13. My legs were pretty fried now, and I just needed to finish strong. I knew I had the win. It was relieving to see the 1K to go sign, and when I passed a slower runner in the 45K who was finishing up, he gave me words of encouragement, first in English, then in Icelandic. It was only a short time after that I finally could see the finish- and it was a steep downhill until then. About .4 to go, and now the pace was blazing. I ran sub-6 for the entire section, with the last 0.1 at 4:30 pace. It looked like a finish chute, but for some reason I wasn't completely convinced it was the finish because the words were in Icelandic. When I stopped and the mat beeped when I crossed the line, I knew I was done. They gave me a blanket and a medal, as well as asking if I was okay. My finish time was 1:41:20, Dad was exactly one minute behind in 1:42:20, and Gisli was slightly behind him.
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| Top three in the 24K. |
Waited an hour for awards, but refreshments were nice- didn't care for the Icelandic Gatorade but there was some lemon-lime sports mix that was good. I had a few chocolate energy bars as well. Awards ceremony was so weird- done completely in Icelandic and I had no idea when to go up. A runner from Iceland told me they called me, and I stood up on the podium. I feel like my name was called 6 or 7 times and ended up going up three times. I got a running jacket, and loads of other stuff I couldn't really use. I was supposed to get another jacket at some local store, but we didn't have enough time as it was a long ride to Reykjavik. I also ended up getting gift certificates and discounts to local restaurants and hotels, but we were unable to redeem them.
Legs hurt the rest of the day. I was pretty happy with the performance. I mainly wanted to get in a long run (it ended up being the longest run of my life) at a hard, but not quite all-out effort, and that's what I ended up doing. The only negative feelings I have towards the race are the lack of course markings, but nearly everything else was done well. Very surprised on how great I felt for most of it. It'll be quite some before I do another Icelandic race recap- hopefully Reykjavik Marathon in the 2020s.