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✏️ The Amasa 25K, My First Trail Race

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Two years ago, I broke my elbow. A year ago, I put cycling on hold due to discomfort on the bike and soon after started running as a cardio and endurance-based complement to my longstanding passion for rock climbing. Trail running and ultras have captured my attention in recent years in a countercultural way. I liken it to how gravel cycling emerged from the road and mountain bike scenes as a melding of the two. I identify with the spirit in the trail and ultra segments, as people want to push their individual limits, be out in nature, and get closer to an epiphany. As I wrote in The Long Start, I began a training block earlier this year. A 50K is a goal, but I had been contemplating running an event that was shorter, more technical (read: challenging), and ideally inspiring. Part of what draws me to trail versus road is being in beautiful places, seeking soul in the natural world. Due to a confluence of timing, the Amasa 25K Trail Race in Moab, Utah, hosted by Mad Moose, became a goal for my first-ever trail running race. As they say, smile, run faster, and if you're Asian, give a peace sign when you see the photographer. I entered this mostly trained, though I knew from reports and reviews that the terrain was going to be much more technical than what we have in the Marin Headlands and trails in the Bay Area. The Amasa goes over a difficult Jeep 4x4 trail called Cliffhanger, drops into a serious rock scramble called Jackson’s Ladder, and then back up onto Cliffhanger before turning into an extremely difficult mountain bike trail called Rockstacker (gotta love these names). 2,400 feet down, and up. 15.5 miles. I quietly set an internal goal of 3 hours and 30 minutes. From the aforementioned reported conditions, coupled with this being my first time, the warm temps, and being at 4,200 feet, this was admirable. Likely I’d finish at 4+ hours. But ultimately, all I wanted to do was survive and finish. My phone buzzed and beeped at 5 am. I groggily awoke...
29th May 2024

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