So here’s a good little blurb on “bonking”, which, for the uninitiated, is simply when your body runs out of fuel, not necessarily that you are that tired, this is much more drastic and sudden… oh, and stupid. This article isn’t about how many calories per hour you need or anything like that… just a reminder to use your head. Like the author says, it’s kind of a right of passage for any decent endurance athlete, be it runner or swimmer or cyclist… I’ve done it more times than I care to mention, usually when I over-estimate my conditioning or under-estimate the conditions… not fun. Unlike just dying because you are out of shape, bonking is totally avoidable… and therefore entirely your fault… all you have to do to avoid it is be prepared and keep your wits about you. Good little anecdote…
Cheers,
Rob
On Bonking
Submitted by Ean Jackson on 29 November, 2010 – 15:25 (from clubfatass.com website!) |
This past Saturday was the 9th Annual Seymour Super Fun Run. Although I signed up for the 27K, I had no intention of running that far. Saturday was supposed to be the day I cleaned the gutters, raked the leaves and completed other yard work. Have to be responsible, after all. No worries, I’d run the new 12K route and get home in plenty of time. Was going to go bareback (e.g. no food, water, etc) but made the mistake of grabbing a hand-held water-bottle before I left the house. Dang… left the route directions in the printer. No worries, I’ll follow someone. It’s a mob scene at the start. What possesses sane people to run on icy trails on dark, cold days? Most of the runners in attendance are going for the long course. Because I have a water bottle and no directions for the short course, I get sucked in. Mike, the Event Host, dumps some Halloween candy on a table. I score a small caramilk bar. Food? Check. Water? Check. Good to go. So Bill and I get back to the coffee shop in a run time of about 3:40. I still had 1/2 bottle of water and my caramilk bar and was not looking forward to running much farther. We were all ready to order up a steaming cup of coffee and some sticky buns when several folks asked if we’d seen Dario. “Dario’s a fast guy. Probably finished and ran back to New West by now,” I figured. Apparently not, as with 5K to go, he left the company of the fast boys and opted to drag his sorry ass to the finish at a less aggressive pace. That was hours ago. Next thing all of the nurses in the place freak out. There’s Dario, looking like he just chugged a bottle of cheap vodka, being walked across the parking lot by a couple of other runners. Nurses run to save him. He’s now the center of attention at the crowded coffee shop. Everybody jumping up to buy him coffee and soup. Conroy and I laugh. Just a bonk. Not a cruel laugh, an understanding one. “Were you there at the Burnaby Mountain Run the day I ended up passing out in a prickly holly bush for an hour after I bonked?” Conroy asked. I missed that, but believe me, I’ve hit the wall rather hard myself. I noticed that I still had the caramilk bar, so dipped it into my coffee. For those who have not experienced a bonk, it’s what happens when you run out of gas in a run. Call me cold-hearted, but I believe its a rite of passage for a serious runner. True, a bonk is not pleasant. True, a bonk can have serious consequences. I’m not suggesting anyone should try to bonk. I am saying that to have survived a bonk is good for a runner as it makes them aware they are not super-human. It makes them a little more sensitive to the fact that they need to prepare for contingencies when out for a long or hard run. ‘Hope you are feeling better, Dario! I’ve got some stale powerbars I can spot you. They don’t take up much space and you never know when one might come in handy. Might want to bring along a cell phone, too. |
Rob… just wondering how to contact you directly. Do you have an e-mail address?
Thanks!!! I need some help with some training and I am suspecting you are the man who can help!!
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