Life has changed pretty significantly as of late. We had a baby two months ago. Thus, the lack of posts. The journey so far has been amazing but there are side effects... It seems that learning how to function on less sleep, being more creative and spontaneous with being active and being selfless is the new challenge. I have heard it all before.... "I don't know what I did with all the free time I used to have," parents would say. Now I understand. My life, suddenly, is crammed with so much stuff to do and so little time to do it all that I am now one of those people asking what the heck I did with all my free time-pre baby. Again, it's all rad though. I am loving the experience and it's exactly what I am wanting at this point in my life.
But, on the running front, I haven't had too much adventuring as of late. I've squeezed a couple trips into the Grand Canyon to run (barely...) but the rest of my running has been few and far between on the Dry Lake Hills near home and running to work.
I've tried to make it a bit more exciting than in the past and have been running off trail to link trails. In the process, I've been able to explore some pretty cool side canyons on the Dry Lake Hills and Mt. Elden that I would never explore otherwise. In face, I think I am going to do more of this kind of running on my quick runs from the house. I am learning that a bunch of adventure can be had right outside my door-just get off trail on purpose.
I've even started looking into exploring off trail running in canyons like Sycamore, Woods, Munds, West Clear Creek and others (all near Flagstaff and Sedona) to keep the adventure level high near home (something I've considered many times before but would always get to distracted with running projects that were more convenional (on trails) or farther away). None of these canyons have trails, are super rugged and remote, have spectacular scenery and can be quite long even though they are amazingly close to Flag.
Well... here's to new adventure! I'll keep you posted.
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
A more "sustainable" year of running
As 2012 winds down I look back feeling fortunate for all the year's great running adventures. It has been a tough year in certain respects but it has been a highly successful year in others marking it one of my best years of ultra running.
In the spring, I tried for a speed attempt of the full Tonto Trail in the Grand Canyon and it straight up kicked my ass. That demoralizing experience forced me to deal with the fact that I've been feeling pretty worked since the previous "large volume" fall when I had a DNF at the Leadville 100 mile run at mile 76 and then, only a month later, successfully completed my long time nemesis, the 90+ mile Hole to Hump from the bottom of the Grand Canyon to the top of Mt. Humphreys in 26 1/2 hours.
After my setback on the Tonto, I decided to not attempt anything super long the rest of the year. I wanted to "reboot" by taking it easy and allowing my body to heal from the past few years of injuries and fatigue build up. I made goals to do some focused exercises to strengthen weak areas (to prevent injury) and to hold back from pushing too hard or too far on anything else the rest of the year. I made a point to not really go more than 50 miles in a push unless it was super casual pace and I was most definitely not going to attempt anything pushing 100 miles no matter what. I didn't want to get injured this year and was not psyched on the lingering fatigue issues, I just wanted to get out and have some adventures, really enjoy running, savor exploring new wild places and get back to the root of why I run.
Now, looking back at 2012, I am really happy with how I have stuck to my goals and produced a year of no injuries and less fatigue. In the process (although not memorable times on any of this stuff) I have achieved on of my best years of running, in terms of "getting back to the root of why I run," by running more new, remote trails than in any other year. It has been a very good year for my running and I feel very fortunate!
My most memorable longer runs of the year included:
April
S. Bass, Tonto, Bright Angel Trail linkup 60 miles (during a failed Full Tonto Trail speed attempt). Read my Tonto attempt report here.
July
John Muir Trail (Mammoth to N. Lake above Bishop) 55 miles
August
Weminuche Wilderness, CO 60 miles on the Continental Divide Trail
September
Flagstaff 50 Mile Race. My first completed competitive ultra race. Read my race report here.
October
R2R2R Grand Canyon 43 miles (my 5th double crossing so far)
November
50 miles in Sequim, WA pacing Chuck's 80 mile run on his 80th birthday. Very inspiring Chuck! Read Chuck's entertaining and detailed report here.
Looking ahead to 2013...with a baby on the way and all the other stuff that makes life busier and busier who knows what running adventures I'll experience. At the very least, I hope to continue this trend of taking care of my body and, at the same time, getting a "healthy dose" of running adventure in. Less injuries and fatigue is a good thing. I am learning from the years, bit by bit, and hoping to have a more sustainable, long term, approach to ultra running. With 2012 almost in the books, I'm thinking that I am on the right path... we will see.
Here's to adventure!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The Longest Race Book Review
When I first got my copy of The Longest Race, I thought that I would be reading just another book in an ever growing stack of generic ultra running books. Books that, now rather predictably, detail their subjects ultra running career or a lifetime achievement ultra run in a wildly epic fashion while little to none is said of life beyond running. While these books can be fun, I have been craving a bit more critical thought recently from my ultra running reading experience. I have been left wondering... can a book about ultra running also be about more than just ultra running?
After reading The Longest Race, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the author, ultra running legend Ed Ayres, did just that. He made an ultra running book about more than just ultra running. Ed used the running of one ultra race, the 2001 JFK 50 Mile, as a single stage for expanded and critical thought on aging, energy, endurance, competition, our journey from early hunter to a domesticated species and much more. Ed, through these many meditations, has made a strong case for human endurance as a path to a sustainable society.
Ed Ayres, with discernible writing style, wisdom and humor has offered a book that appeals to readers, ultra runners and non-ultra runners alike, and has given a benchmark example to follow for a possible whole new generation of ultra running books that can be about more than just ultra running.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Flagstaff 50 Mile Race Report
After all these years of running long distances in the wilderness, outside of organized racing, I finally signed up for my second ultra race and my first 50 mile race with the 1st Annual Flagstaff 50 Mile put on by Aravaipa Running (my first being the Leadville 100 where I DNF'd last year).
I was really excited to participate in the race to 1) support there being an ultra in Flagstaff and 2) to ease into trying a competitive ultra event by competing on a course that I know really well, in my own town. To be honest I am a bit intimidated by the whole competing thing when I run ultra distances. I guess I care how I size up against others in a race setting a little more than I want to believe. Up until now, I have been too concerned with that and it has stopped me from "put myself out there." Seems silly to me when I look at it from the outside but it is my reality. I also have "a thing" about spending money on race fees when I can go out and run long distances on my own. But, I feel that I have been missing out on the fun social aspect of running with my fellow running community in an organized event by not running them. It's good for me to be more connected I think.
In the end, the main reason I decided to sign up because I needed to get over this silly competitive thing and just go out there and have fun with it and see where I stack up and it's in my own town for heaven sake. I mean, who really cares anyway about how I do, right? Probably know one but me. So, it was time to get out there and see what would happen.
The Course
What's the course like? It's pretty scenic and challenging. Lots of great single track trails on the Dry Lake Hills, Mount Elden and low on the San Francisco Peaks with only a bit of dirt road and a very technical and punishing 8,000+ ft. of elevation gain and probably about the same elevation loss.
The Race
So, to get to the business of the race day report, it was a luxury to wake up in my own bed and wander over to the start of the race at Buffalo Park 20 minutes before the 6 am start. I felt rested, ready and pretty excited to see what would happen.
I had made a goal for myself to try for an under 10 hour finish knowing that I could finish anywhere between 9 1/2 hrs and 11 hours depending on how I felt. I didn't really have a goal to finish in any sort of place. There were only 30 some people lined up at the starting line (not super competitive) so I figured that I could finish either middle of the pack or "push" a top 10 finish if I was lucky. I assumed that there were probably a good chunk of people that race a lot and they would crush the course and me.
When they started the race, I knew from all my past experience with running long distances that I should go out somewhat easy so that I could warm up and then sustain a decent pace for the whole race and, very importantly, save some for the hard and technical descent of Elden Lookout Trail starting around mile 38 and the grueling ascent of Heart Trail starting at around mile 42.
So, that's what I did.
I spent the first 1/2 mile jogging and catching up with Micheal Skeer (runner from Sedona) who was also running the Flagstaff 50. When we hit the single track, out the back of Buffalo Park, I picked up the pace a bit and got in the back of the line of the front runners (a group of about 10 or 12 runners). For the first couple miles of Lower Oldham this front group of runners pulled away from the rest of the runners and then also started to segment into smaller groups. By the time I made it to Upper Oldham I was in a "loose" group of 3 or 4 people. I didn't really know how many were ahead of me. Maybe about 7 or 8 people.
The climb up Upper Oldham further separated the field and by the time I ran and fast walked my way up to the Sunset Aid Station I was by myself. I made it to the Sunset Aid Station in about an hour (5 miles) and ran into rapid fire insults from Adam Gifford of the Sedona Running Company (I was warned that this was going to happen by Adam himself before the race...). Adam was one of Sunset Aid Station volunteers. I couldn't help but laugh and gave him a big hug and thank you and was off (I didn't stop for aid here) toward the Heart Trail, feeling good and warmed up.
The run down Heart Trail on the east side of Mt. Elden was pure bliss. The morning sun rays were warming the skin, the light was dreamy, the aspens were showing off their gold leaves and the views to the eastern deserts were fantastic. A perfect morning.
Not long after starting down the Heart Trail I caught up to a couple guys that had been running in front of me. I had to check myself when I caught them to make sure I wasn't pushing the pace to fast and to early, for my ability. I felt fine and comfortable with the pace and I was definitely holding back, so I passed them and continued on.
For the next many miles down Heart Trail and then up Little Elden Trail and FS Road 556 I didn't see another runner in front or behind me. I was just rolling along at the fastest pace I could manage while still holding back a bit for the end.
The next time I saw runners, I was entered the Schultz Aid Station at mile 12.8. I gave a glance behind me as I entered the aid station and there they were in the distance behind me on FS Road 556. This gave me that jolt of a reminder that I wasn't running alone out there. I was in a race with other people. My motivation to keep pushing was reinforced and I was determined to not slack and let these people pass me just because I may be coming off pace or something from running by myself.
I only spent a moment at the aid station gathering some food and getting water and then I was off, running up the Weatherford Trail. I kept a good pace up the Weatherford which can be slow going at the top. As a fun bonus, I ran into some friends along the way that were out for a hike and we said short hello's.
Once I hit the Freidlein Prairie Road, I knew it was pretty much gradual down hill for the next chunk of miles so I tried to open it up just a bit, loosen up the legs and get a decent pace going. I didn't really crank it even though it was tempting as I knew I could make up time on sections like this but I also knew that if I went too fast my legs will blow up for the late descents and climbs. So, I just kept a good, loose pace and enjoyed the down hill running.
Although, my pace had been good up to this point and my goal was to reach the mid point of the race in about 4 1/2 hours, I was maybe just a smidgen behind pace along Freidlein Prairie Road. Even though I was a bit off pace, I still held back.
Susan had planned on meeting me at the Kachina Aid Station to cheer me on and, sure enough, she was there. She was awesome, cheering for me and and giving me a hug and kiss. It was great motivation to see her out there! Thanks honey!!
I went through the Kachina Aid Station pretty quickly, (as was my goal with all the aid stations, I didn't have a drop bag at any of them to help speed things up) grabbing a bit of food and water and then was off down the trail after some hellos with Everett and Bret who were working it. I had not seen anyone in front or behind me the whole way between Sunset Aid Station and the Kachina Aid Station and wanted to keep the people behind me from catching up. I hadn't really considered that I was going to catch anyone in front of me but I didn't want to lazily slow down and let someone from behind catch up.
First and for most, I needed to stick to my pace no matter who passed me because I didn't want to blow up just trying to stay ahead of someone and risk ruining a chance at my goal of breaking 10 hours.
As I ran the trail from the Kachina Aid Station to the turn around check point, I started to expect to see the leading runners coming back. To be honest, I was completely surprised to find that I got pretty close to the check point before I started seeing people. The leader was way out in front of everyone and running super smooth and then I saw only 4 more people coming back before I got to the turn around check point. Say what? I was in 6th place? Wow, how did that happen. I figured I was in 9th or 10th and was thinking that was pretty cool. This was a very pleasant surprise. I wasn't even all that far behind 5th place. Although, after I turned around at the check point and headed back, I learned that I wasn't that far a head of 7th and 8th place (they were running together and chatting, looking good). I definitely got some motivation from this. I kept my pace "not too strong" but I didn't slack either.
Just before I reached the Kachina Aid Station again I got some advice from Bret that I will remember for a long time. He told me that "they weren't that far ahead of me" and to keep pushing and I would start "reeling them in." I half way believed him at the time, thinking that he was just being nice to keep my spirits high (honestly, that's all it might have been...) but some where inside I believed that maybe I could just do that. Maybe I could start reeling some of them in.
I went through the Kachina Aid Station again (Mile 25.4) with the same repetition at the other aid stations. Get some water, get a little food. I walked for about 100 yards with Susan while I ate and then we kissed, she cheered me on (thank you!) and I was off again up the Friedlein Prairie Road.
I was still feeling good, although starting to feel like my legs had lost their pep, and prepared myself for the return back on the deceptively steep Freidlein Prairie Road. I don't get particularly psyched for running on this dirt road and maybe that had something to do with it but I definitely had a small low point along this section.
Just a hint of light cramping, worries that I was falling off pace a bit (I was moving somewhat slow along the road section and I passed the 25 mile mark, a little before, in about 4 hours 50 minutes (I was hoping for 4 1/2 hours at 25 miles)... and I got passed by the two people behind me about half way out the road.
I had heard them coming up from behind but I just couldn't get myself moving faster. I was worried that if I really pushed it to keep ahead of them I would pay dearly later and they would pass me anyway. So, I decided to just let it happen, keep my pace, take care of my cramping issue and see how it all plays out.
To my surprise, I must not have been that far behind them because I caught one of them right at the end of the Freidlein Priarie Road. The two of us pretty much ran and walked together up the steep section of trail before heading down the Weatherford Trail. He was a little a head of me as we started down the Weatherford but to my surprise he just jogged down the trail. He didn't seem interested in pushing the pace down to the Shultz Aid Station. I was somewhat perplexed by this as it seemed that he was pretty fresh but in the end I just figured that he wasn't a fast down hill runner or he was saving up for the end and being extra conservative.
I passed him and moved at a decent clip down the Weatherford, all by myself, to the Schultz Aid Station. I felt great on this section, my legs loosened up again, the slight cramping was gone, I was motivated to be on trails again and off the dirt road and it was damn beautiful out, running through picturesque alpine meadows and breathtaking aspen groves. I was psyched again.
I was now in 7th place as I entered the Schultz Aid Station (mile 31.4). I was in and out of the station really fast (that was by far the fastest aid station on the course...I felt like it was like a Nascar pit stop!) and off running down the road to the Little Gnarly Trail. I caught a glimpse of 6th place at this point and then she was gone. I still had hopes of catching her and I was feeling good so I really focused on pressing the pace through the next section along Little Gnarly, Brookbank and Sunset Trails to the Sunset Aid Station.
I never saw 6th place along this section. Near the end of Sunset, though, I caught and passed the two people that had been in front of her earlier. Both were walking slowly and looked beat when I went by and I remembered what Bret had told me about "reeling them in." I was becoming a believer and I was now in 4th place. Passing them gave me great motivation to really dig in and finish strong. I didn't want anyone to get a second wind and catch back up to me without a fight and maybe, just maybe, I could catch 3rd place. I didn't really believe it was realistic to go under 10 1/2 hours at this point let alone 10 hours so my goal had adjusted to playing catch and trying to stay under 11 hours. This was getting fun.
I also passed Dana Ernst who was nearing the finish of the Flagstaff 50K. He had just finished the climb up the Heart Trail. Nice work on your first 50K Dana!
Well, the fun lasted through the Sunset Aid Station, then a mile or so beyond, and then the real work of the race hit me in the face as I started my descent of the Elden Lookout Trail.
It was around mile 38 and a horrible time to be descending a couple thousand feet of super rocky, technical trail. Even though I felt good mentally, my legs struggled big time with this descent. The fastest I was able to move for most of it was a slow jog and fast walk. The technical big rocky steps that I usually bound through on regular runs were extremely formidable now. I was most the way down the trail before I could get in any kind of running groove and I felt like I had lost a lot of time. In fact, I was really surprised that no one had passed me.
By the time I reached the Christmas Tree Trail (that connects to the Heart Trail), I was very, very happy to be off of the Elden Lookout Trail and I was able to get a better pace going again. There were a few sections of small steep spots that I walked but, otherwise, I felt like I was able to run at a reasonable pace along this section. I still expected to have someone pass me but somehow it didn't happen and before long I was staring at the last, big, hard climb of the race. The Heart Trail.
I had been all by myself, except seeing the occasional hiker, ever since leaving the Sunset Aid Station and felt that I may not be able to catch anyone at this point but I was sure going to try to keep anyone from catching me. I was going to give the couple thousand feet ascent of the Heart Trail everything I had. It was only 5 miles of down hill on pretty good trail to the finish, after reaching the top of the Heart Trail, so I just needed to get there.
Off I went, running where I could and power hiking the rest during the lower and less steep sections of the Heart Trail. Things got slower pretty quickly though, as I got to the middle and upper parts of the Heart Trail I just ran out of gas for running and had to resort to just walking as fast as I could. I ran the few token flat spots but I would be surprised if I made up any time by doing so.
Even with my slow pace, I felt assured that there wasn't anyone close behind me. The area that the Heart Trail travels through was once the location of a huge fire on Mt. Elden thus making it very easy to see down the switchbacks behind me as I ascended.
I felt like I may have fallen off of pace a little through the top of the Heart Trail because I could see that next place runner wasn't in eye sight. I guess not too big of deal but I definitely could have made up a few minutes by moving faster here.
After I reached the top of the Heart Trail, it was big time AWESOME to get to the Sunset Aid Station for the last time and I knew that it was all down hill to Buffalo Park and the finish. I still had good energy and was psyched to get down the hill. Everyone at the Sunset Aid Station were awesome and Lindsay (also of Sedona Running Company and Adam's wife) was very kind in congratulating me on being in 4th place overall and 3rd in Men's (if I finish in my current position) and with this being my first 50 mile race. I was still kind of shocked that I was in 4th place overall and thanked her for her kind words. I felt a bit like maybe I wasn't supposed to be getting such a high place in the race but at the same time really excited at the opportunity.
As I left the aid station and started running down hill, I decided to really savor the last 5 miles. This was my first 50 mile race and it was turning out better than I could have ever hoped for.
To be honest, the last 5 miles were pretty uneventful. I felt good running at a decent pace, only needing to walk the odd short steep uphill section (yeah, there were a few short uphill sections in there still) and was all alone. It felt like the end of a long run out by myself. The race itself felt like a dream and my reality seemed to be that I was just out for a long run by myself on my local trails.
Only when I ran the last short climb up to Buffalo Park did it all come back. I had 1/2 a mile of flat gravel path to the finish line. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion (one of my favorite moments of any ultra run). Bliss what here. I floated the last section, kissed my wife and crossed the finish line in 11 hours 6 minutes.No sooner had I finished, I was given a Men's 3rd Place Trophy (I finished 3rd Men's and 4th overall) and it was over. No more running, no more effort...just done.
Final thoughts
When it was all said and done I was extremely happy with my performance. I placed high, ran my own race, managed my water and food really well and moved through aid stations quickly. I still think that I can run that course in under 10 hours and maybe someday I will have the opportunity to prove that to myself. We will see.
As far as the overall difficulty goes, I did hear a lot of chatter after the race that this was as hard or harder than Zane Grey but I wouldn't know about that. I've never run it, although I'm thinking that someday I should run it by, either, signing up for the race or running it on my own.
That does make me feel a little better about my time, though, as I feel that my time was slow for what I expect after doing things like R2R2R and Trans Zion to compare. I guess that Flagstaff has some rugged running after all. Nice course Aravaipa Running...make us work for it!
Big Thanks to Aravaipa Running for putting on the event! You guys are rad!! Also, thanks to all the folks that manned the aid stations and marked the course and thanks to my wife for coming out and supporting me and for even letting me do this stuff at all. Thanks all.
Adventure!!!
I was really excited to participate in the race to 1) support there being an ultra in Flagstaff and 2) to ease into trying a competitive ultra event by competing on a course that I know really well, in my own town. To be honest I am a bit intimidated by the whole competing thing when I run ultra distances. I guess I care how I size up against others in a race setting a little more than I want to believe. Up until now, I have been too concerned with that and it has stopped me from "put myself out there." Seems silly to me when I look at it from the outside but it is my reality. I also have "a thing" about spending money on race fees when I can go out and run long distances on my own. But, I feel that I have been missing out on the fun social aspect of running with my fellow running community in an organized event by not running them. It's good for me to be more connected I think.
In the end, the main reason I decided to sign up because I needed to get over this silly competitive thing and just go out there and have fun with it and see where I stack up and it's in my own town for heaven sake. I mean, who really cares anyway about how I do, right? Probably know one but me. So, it was time to get out there and see what would happen.
The Course
What's the course like? It's pretty scenic and challenging. Lots of great single track trails on the Dry Lake Hills, Mount Elden and low on the San Francisco Peaks with only a bit of dirt road and a very technical and punishing 8,000+ ft. of elevation gain and probably about the same elevation loss.
The Race
So, to get to the business of the race day report, it was a luxury to wake up in my own bed and wander over to the start of the race at Buffalo Park 20 minutes before the 6 am start. I felt rested, ready and pretty excited to see what would happen.
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| (Waiting in the car for the start of the race...not quite awake yet.) |
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| (Ready to start.) |
So, that's what I did.
I spent the first 1/2 mile jogging and catching up with Micheal Skeer (runner from Sedona) who was also running the Flagstaff 50. When we hit the single track, out the back of Buffalo Park, I picked up the pace a bit and got in the back of the line of the front runners (a group of about 10 or 12 runners). For the first couple miles of Lower Oldham this front group of runners pulled away from the rest of the runners and then also started to segment into smaller groups. By the time I made it to Upper Oldham I was in a "loose" group of 3 or 4 people. I didn't really know how many were ahead of me. Maybe about 7 or 8 people.
The climb up Upper Oldham further separated the field and by the time I ran and fast walked my way up to the Sunset Aid Station I was by myself. I made it to the Sunset Aid Station in about an hour (5 miles) and ran into rapid fire insults from Adam Gifford of the Sedona Running Company (I was warned that this was going to happen by Adam himself before the race...). Adam was one of Sunset Aid Station volunteers. I couldn't help but laugh and gave him a big hug and thank you and was off (I didn't stop for aid here) toward the Heart Trail, feeling good and warmed up.
The run down Heart Trail on the east side of Mt. Elden was pure bliss. The morning sun rays were warming the skin, the light was dreamy, the aspens were showing off their gold leaves and the views to the eastern deserts were fantastic. A perfect morning.
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| (Descending the Heart Trail. Photo: Bret Sarnquist) |
For the next many miles down Heart Trail and then up Little Elden Trail and FS Road 556 I didn't see another runner in front or behind me. I was just rolling along at the fastest pace I could manage while still holding back a bit for the end.
The next time I saw runners, I was entered the Schultz Aid Station at mile 12.8. I gave a glance behind me as I entered the aid station and there they were in the distance behind me on FS Road 556. This gave me that jolt of a reminder that I wasn't running alone out there. I was in a race with other people. My motivation to keep pushing was reinforced and I was determined to not slack and let these people pass me just because I may be coming off pace or something from running by myself.
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| (Leaving Shultz Aid Station. Photo: Ian Torrence) |
Once I hit the Freidlein Prairie Road, I knew it was pretty much gradual down hill for the next chunk of miles so I tried to open it up just a bit, loosen up the legs and get a decent pace going. I didn't really crank it even though it was tempting as I knew I could make up time on sections like this but I also knew that if I went too fast my legs will blow up for the late descents and climbs. So, I just kept a good, loose pace and enjoyed the down hill running.
Although, my pace had been good up to this point and my goal was to reach the mid point of the race in about 4 1/2 hours, I was maybe just a smidgen behind pace along Freidlein Prairie Road. Even though I was a bit off pace, I still held back.
Susan had planned on meeting me at the Kachina Aid Station to cheer me on and, sure enough, she was there. She was awesome, cheering for me and and giving me a hug and kiss. It was great motivation to see her out there! Thanks honey!!
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| (Running into my wife's arms for a big kiss!) |
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| (Everett helping me out at the Kachina Aid Station. Thanks Everett!) |
As I ran the trail from the Kachina Aid Station to the turn around check point, I started to expect to see the leading runners coming back. To be honest, I was completely surprised to find that I got pretty close to the check point before I started seeing people. The leader was way out in front of everyone and running super smooth and then I saw only 4 more people coming back before I got to the turn around check point. Say what? I was in 6th place? Wow, how did that happen. I figured I was in 9th or 10th and was thinking that was pretty cool. This was a very pleasant surprise. I wasn't even all that far behind 5th place. Although, after I turned around at the check point and headed back, I learned that I wasn't that far a head of 7th and 8th place (they were running together and chatting, looking good). I definitely got some motivation from this. I kept my pace "not too strong" but I didn't slack either.
Just before I reached the Kachina Aid Station again I got some advice from Bret that I will remember for a long time. He told me that "they weren't that far ahead of me" and to keep pushing and I would start "reeling them in." I half way believed him at the time, thinking that he was just being nice to keep my spirits high (honestly, that's all it might have been...) but some where inside I believed that maybe I could just do that. Maybe I could start reeling some of them in.
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| (Nearing Kachina Aid Station. Photo: Bret Sarnquist) |
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| (Ditto) |
I was still feeling good, although starting to feel like my legs had lost their pep, and prepared myself for the return back on the deceptively steep Freidlein Prairie Road. I don't get particularly psyched for running on this dirt road and maybe that had something to do with it but I definitely had a small low point along this section.
Just a hint of light cramping, worries that I was falling off pace a bit (I was moving somewhat slow along the road section and I passed the 25 mile mark, a little before, in about 4 hours 50 minutes (I was hoping for 4 1/2 hours at 25 miles)... and I got passed by the two people behind me about half way out the road.
I had heard them coming up from behind but I just couldn't get myself moving faster. I was worried that if I really pushed it to keep ahead of them I would pay dearly later and they would pass me anyway. So, I decided to just let it happen, keep my pace, take care of my cramping issue and see how it all plays out.
To my surprise, I must not have been that far behind them because I caught one of them right at the end of the Freidlein Priarie Road. The two of us pretty much ran and walked together up the steep section of trail before heading down the Weatherford Trail. He was a little a head of me as we started down the Weatherford but to my surprise he just jogged down the trail. He didn't seem interested in pushing the pace down to the Shultz Aid Station. I was somewhat perplexed by this as it seemed that he was pretty fresh but in the end I just figured that he wasn't a fast down hill runner or he was saving up for the end and being extra conservative.
I passed him and moved at a decent clip down the Weatherford, all by myself, to the Schultz Aid Station. I felt great on this section, my legs loosened up again, the slight cramping was gone, I was motivated to be on trails again and off the dirt road and it was damn beautiful out, running through picturesque alpine meadows and breathtaking aspen groves. I was psyched again.
I was now in 7th place as I entered the Schultz Aid Station (mile 31.4). I was in and out of the station really fast (that was by far the fastest aid station on the course...I felt like it was like a Nascar pit stop!) and off running down the road to the Little Gnarly Trail. I caught a glimpse of 6th place at this point and then she was gone. I still had hopes of catching her and I was feeling good so I really focused on pressing the pace through the next section along Little Gnarly, Brookbank and Sunset Trails to the Sunset Aid Station.
I never saw 6th place along this section. Near the end of Sunset, though, I caught and passed the two people that had been in front of her earlier. Both were walking slowly and looked beat when I went by and I remembered what Bret had told me about "reeling them in." I was becoming a believer and I was now in 4th place. Passing them gave me great motivation to really dig in and finish strong. I didn't want anyone to get a second wind and catch back up to me without a fight and maybe, just maybe, I could catch 3rd place. I didn't really believe it was realistic to go under 10 1/2 hours at this point let alone 10 hours so my goal had adjusted to playing catch and trying to stay under 11 hours. This was getting fun.
I also passed Dana Ernst who was nearing the finish of the Flagstaff 50K. He had just finished the climb up the Heart Trail. Nice work on your first 50K Dana!
Well, the fun lasted through the Sunset Aid Station, then a mile or so beyond, and then the real work of the race hit me in the face as I started my descent of the Elden Lookout Trail.
It was around mile 38 and a horrible time to be descending a couple thousand feet of super rocky, technical trail. Even though I felt good mentally, my legs struggled big time with this descent. The fastest I was able to move for most of it was a slow jog and fast walk. The technical big rocky steps that I usually bound through on regular runs were extremely formidable now. I was most the way down the trail before I could get in any kind of running groove and I felt like I had lost a lot of time. In fact, I was really surprised that no one had passed me.
By the time I reached the Christmas Tree Trail (that connects to the Heart Trail), I was very, very happy to be off of the Elden Lookout Trail and I was able to get a better pace going again. There were a few sections of small steep spots that I walked but, otherwise, I felt like I was able to run at a reasonable pace along this section. I still expected to have someone pass me but somehow it didn't happen and before long I was staring at the last, big, hard climb of the race. The Heart Trail.
I had been all by myself, except seeing the occasional hiker, ever since leaving the Sunset Aid Station and felt that I may not be able to catch anyone at this point but I was sure going to try to keep anyone from catching me. I was going to give the couple thousand feet ascent of the Heart Trail everything I had. It was only 5 miles of down hill on pretty good trail to the finish, after reaching the top of the Heart Trail, so I just needed to get there.
Off I went, running where I could and power hiking the rest during the lower and less steep sections of the Heart Trail. Things got slower pretty quickly though, as I got to the middle and upper parts of the Heart Trail I just ran out of gas for running and had to resort to just walking as fast as I could. I ran the few token flat spots but I would be surprised if I made up any time by doing so.
Even with my slow pace, I felt assured that there wasn't anyone close behind me. The area that the Heart Trail travels through was once the location of a huge fire on Mt. Elden thus making it very easy to see down the switchbacks behind me as I ascended.
I felt like I may have fallen off of pace a little through the top of the Heart Trail because I could see that next place runner wasn't in eye sight. I guess not too big of deal but I definitely could have made up a few minutes by moving faster here.
After I reached the top of the Heart Trail, it was big time AWESOME to get to the Sunset Aid Station for the last time and I knew that it was all down hill to Buffalo Park and the finish. I still had good energy and was psyched to get down the hill. Everyone at the Sunset Aid Station were awesome and Lindsay (also of Sedona Running Company and Adam's wife) was very kind in congratulating me on being in 4th place overall and 3rd in Men's (if I finish in my current position) and with this being my first 50 mile race. I was still kind of shocked that I was in 4th place overall and thanked her for her kind words. I felt a bit like maybe I wasn't supposed to be getting such a high place in the race but at the same time really excited at the opportunity.
As I left the aid station and started running down hill, I decided to really savor the last 5 miles. This was my first 50 mile race and it was turning out better than I could have ever hoped for.
To be honest, the last 5 miles were pretty uneventful. I felt good running at a decent pace, only needing to walk the odd short steep uphill section (yeah, there were a few short uphill sections in there still) and was all alone. It felt like the end of a long run out by myself. The race itself felt like a dream and my reality seemed to be that I was just out for a long run by myself on my local trails.
Only when I ran the last short climb up to Buffalo Park did it all come back. I had 1/2 a mile of flat gravel path to the finish line. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion (one of my favorite moments of any ultra run). Bliss what here. I floated the last section, kissed my wife and crossed the finish line in 11 hours 6 minutes.No sooner had I finished, I was given a Men's 3rd Place Trophy (I finished 3rd Men's and 4th overall) and it was over. No more running, no more effort...just done.
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| (The final stretch.) |
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| (Closer...) |
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| (Steps away from the finish line...) |
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| (Finished!) |
When it was all said and done I was extremely happy with my performance. I placed high, ran my own race, managed my water and food really well and moved through aid stations quickly. I still think that I can run that course in under 10 hours and maybe someday I will have the opportunity to prove that to myself. We will see.
As far as the overall difficulty goes, I did hear a lot of chatter after the race that this was as hard or harder than Zane Grey but I wouldn't know about that. I've never run it, although I'm thinking that someday I should run it by, either, signing up for the race or running it on my own.
That does make me feel a little better about my time, though, as I feel that my time was slow for what I expect after doing things like R2R2R and Trans Zion to compare. I guess that Flagstaff has some rugged running after all. Nice course Aravaipa Running...make us work for it!
Big Thanks to Aravaipa Running for putting on the event! You guys are rad!! Also, thanks to all the folks that manned the aid stations and marked the course and thanks to my wife for coming out and supporting me and for even letting me do this stuff at all. Thanks all.
Adventure!!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Quotes in Trail Runner Magazine and The Longest Race Review
I feel very fortunate to be able to be a part of another Meghan Hicks article in Trail Runner Magazine. Meghan was kind enough to ask me for some of my knowledge of running in Sedona. Even more kind, she actually used a fair bit of my info in the article. If you want to check it out, pick up the new Trail Runner Magazine, issue #83. The Sedona section is in the article "Top Trail Towns." Thanks to Meghan Hicks for including me in the article. It's a big honor! ...makes me psyched for the upcoming Sedona trail running season!!
Also, I am very fortunate to be doing a book review for "The Longest Race" by Ed Ayers. The publishers just sent me a copy and I feel very honored to give them my thoughts about the book. I can't wait to read it. Thanks Ed! Review coming soon.
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Monday, August 20, 2012
Adventure continues...
The old blog has been long neglected...
Trust me, I would have loved to post up about many, many adventures in the last few months but I seem to have less and less time to sit down and find the time. As life gets more busy I find it more amazing that people much more busier than I can find the time to write about their adventures on a weekly and even daily basis on their blogs. I just can't seem to find the time to sit down long enough to do any posts with the justice and quality they deserve.
I haven't had a lack of adventure though. I have been fortunate in that I have had many exciting things have happened since the spring. I took a good month off from running to let my psych for running and some foot pain heal and revitalize. Then I got back to some running fun. I was able to squeeze some great climbing and backpacking in too.
Highlights include:
-Running with Susan in Bryce Canyon.
-Seeing a bear on the dry lake hills during an evening run.
-Putting up some new sport routes in Sedona and Flagstaff.
-Backpacking and climbing in the Bishop and Mammoth area with Susan while hanging with some friends that live in Bishop.
-Running the John Muir Trail solo from Mammoth Lakes to N. Lake above Bishop in a day.
-Squeezing in a huge amount of fun adventures; hiking in the GC, climbing the slabs, running, mountain biking and much more with my wife's family while they were in town.
-Fastpacking a large chunk of the Continental Divide Trail in the remote Weminuche Wilderness in Colorado over two days with some friends.
There are many, many other great moments but these were the biggies that I can remember quickly.
Of course, I would have enjoyed getting my thoughts down in some posts about these adventures but, like I said earlier, I just can't seem to find the time lately. Maybe I will find more time soon...maybe not. Only time will tell. No matter what... here's to adventure and having many, many more of 'em!
Trust me, I would have loved to post up about many, many adventures in the last few months but I seem to have less and less time to sit down and find the time. As life gets more busy I find it more amazing that people much more busier than I can find the time to write about their adventures on a weekly and even daily basis on their blogs. I just can't seem to find the time to sit down long enough to do any posts with the justice and quality they deserve.
I haven't had a lack of adventure though. I have been fortunate in that I have had many exciting things have happened since the spring. I took a good month off from running to let my psych for running and some foot pain heal and revitalize. Then I got back to some running fun. I was able to squeeze some great climbing and backpacking in too.
Highlights include:
-Running with Susan in Bryce Canyon.
-Seeing a bear on the dry lake hills during an evening run.
-Putting up some new sport routes in Sedona and Flagstaff.
-Backpacking and climbing in the Bishop and Mammoth area with Susan while hanging with some friends that live in Bishop.
-Running the John Muir Trail solo from Mammoth Lakes to N. Lake above Bishop in a day.
-Squeezing in a huge amount of fun adventures; hiking in the GC, climbing the slabs, running, mountain biking and much more with my wife's family while they were in town.
-Fastpacking a large chunk of the Continental Divide Trail in the remote Weminuche Wilderness in Colorado over two days with some friends.
There are many, many other great moments but these were the biggies that I can remember quickly.
Of course, I would have enjoyed getting my thoughts down in some posts about these adventures but, like I said earlier, I just can't seem to find the time lately. Maybe I will find more time soon...maybe not. Only time will tell. No matter what... here's to adventure and having many, many more of 'em!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Enjoying Chucks "Running for Eighty" Posts
My grandpa is cranking along, training to run 80 miles on his 80th birthday, and I am really enjoying reading his blog about it. Great stuff...genuine, honest, simple, humble and endearing. You gotta love Chuck!
I particularly enjoyed his last post where he talks about what a bad ass my dad was as a young runner when I was a small child (his personal best in the marathon was 2:36!). Sometimes I wish I could grasp more, when I was young, that he was so fast and been able to watch, ask questions and learn. But, of course, kids are kids and I don't remember caring that much that my parents and family ran or how talented they were. I was just a kid, screwing off, doing my own thing or whatever.
Well, here's to you dad! Below are a couple photos my mom sent me of my dad running back in the day...
Thanks for the photos, mom! Glad you still had them around.
My running...
Well, I ran once a couple weeks ago and that's it since the Tonto.
I seem to have a bit of a tender spot that has flared up again after the Tonto and I am a little concerned about it. The tender spot is under the pad of my left pinkie toe. I'm not sure what it it (stress fracture, ligament issue or something else) but I am sure that it is now a reoccurring thing that seems to not want to totally go away with minimal rest that I have given it in the past.
So... I am committed to getting rid of it by taking a bit more time off than usual. Basically, I am going to climb, hike, bike, and work on general strength and range of motion stuff to keep myself distracted as much as I can until I have no discomfort in that spot long enough to forget about it. Then, when I can get started running again, I'm going to take my sweet old time building back up the miles and monitor the foot. If pain comes back then I will take even longer off next time.
Hopefully, this will get me back running again in time for the fall season but we will see. I've got some options for some really cool long runs late in the summer and into the fall so I'm crossing my fingers to be in shape again for those. We will just have to be patient and see if I can get there with my foot. Otherwise, I might just accidentally get back into climbing shape and start pushing myself again on the rocks. That would be rad too, so I guess I can't go wrong either way. We will just have to see how it all plays out.
I particularly enjoyed his last post where he talks about what a bad ass my dad was as a young runner when I was a small child (his personal best in the marathon was 2:36!). Sometimes I wish I could grasp more, when I was young, that he was so fast and been able to watch, ask questions and learn. But, of course, kids are kids and I don't remember caring that much that my parents and family ran or how talented they were. I was just a kid, screwing off, doing my own thing or whatever.
Well, here's to you dad! Below are a couple photos my mom sent me of my dad running back in the day...
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| (My dad at the Lake Sammish Marathon back in the day! I'm the little kid holding the papers in the front of the photo.) |
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| (My dad, again, at the Lake Sammish Marathon back in the day...bad ass shot!) |
My running...
Well, I ran once a couple weeks ago and that's it since the Tonto.
I seem to have a bit of a tender spot that has flared up again after the Tonto and I am a little concerned about it. The tender spot is under the pad of my left pinkie toe. I'm not sure what it it (stress fracture, ligament issue or something else) but I am sure that it is now a reoccurring thing that seems to not want to totally go away with minimal rest that I have given it in the past.
So... I am committed to getting rid of it by taking a bit more time off than usual. Basically, I am going to climb, hike, bike, and work on general strength and range of motion stuff to keep myself distracted as much as I can until I have no discomfort in that spot long enough to forget about it. Then, when I can get started running again, I'm going to take my sweet old time building back up the miles and monitor the foot. If pain comes back then I will take even longer off next time.
Hopefully, this will get me back running again in time for the fall season but we will see. I've got some options for some really cool long runs late in the summer and into the fall so I'm crossing my fingers to be in shape again for those. We will just have to be patient and see if I can get there with my foot. Otherwise, I might just accidentally get back into climbing shape and start pushing myself again on the rocks. That would be rad too, so I guess I can't go wrong either way. We will just have to see how it all plays out.
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