The last 20 miles were probably the toughest running of my life. I felt nauseated, every millimeter of my body ached, but I could not give up. I’m too stubborn for that. The will to finish and not give up, no matter what, was too strong. I knew they were hot on my tail, I could feel their breath on my neck. I willed that finish line closer and closer and after many soul-strengthening moments, there it was, I did it. I can now rest.
1st Place Finish with my friend Darrell who was part of my cru and the culinary artist of the weekend. Picture by: Marla Hendricks
Like most ultra runners, I continually ask my self “what in the hell am I doing.” The answer is easy, I have no fricken clue, but isn’t life funny? Humans are a funny breed. We do many things for fun, that others would call torture. Like golf, going to the mall, eating rocky mountain oysters. I don’t do those things, but I do run in circles for hours upon hours with a funny smile that resembles pure bliss. I probably need some type of psychiatric help, but running out in the mountains and forest seems to do the trick.
Picture by: Marla Hendricks
Even with moments of pain, I sure had a blast at the Bandera 100k National Championship. Texas was fun, the trails were interesting and the people were great! Thank you Joe Prusaitis for putting on such a great race.
The 100k distance is made of two 50k loops. It starts with some gnarly climbing over dump-truck loads of loose rock outlined with serrated prickly sotol cactus bush for good measure. Followed by way to flat, maze of a middle section that brings you back to a mess of more scrambled rock. It ends with a few more climbs and a bunch more of black toenailing rocks letting you know your alive. After you’ve had one go around, a bunch of us decided it would me fun to swing around twice. I personally liked all the rocks and prickles, it made you have to be entirely focused the whole race or loose your front teeth (your choice).
Dave in hot pursuit @ Cross Roads (mile 22). Picture by: Marla Hendricks
The first loop Dave James and I traded back n forth the roll of leader as a group of hungry Western State qualifying hopefuls nipped at our heals. I made it though the first loop around 3:52 and was hoping to finish around 8hrs. With the heat (70F), exhaustion and an extra mile I didn’t have much chance for the CR, but am quite happy to pull off a victory with a time of 8:28 and walk the days that followed. The CR holder Dave Macky was in striking distance the 2nd 50k and I was giving everything I am to not see him until the finish. Dave, Joe Uhan and Dylan Bowman were all within a minute of each other and came through about 10 minutes behind me. It was quite a race and I believe everyone dug really deep to finish the race as strong as they could. Amazing field of runners showed up for this race and looks as if that will tend to be the norm at the races I have lined up for 2012.
Somewhere out on the course, too busy looking at the ground
Picture by: Marla Hendricks
One take away from this run compared to other races I’ve done was the rocky terrain. The magnificent mountains and vistas are normally the fire that engage my passion for most races, but Bandera was a little different. I spend a lot of time looking up at races and getting energy from the beautiful landscapes, missing the very earth that breaths life into my feet and catapults me on my way. The terrain at Bandera was a lot different then the freshly groomed trails I run in Oregon. This gave me a good amount of time to focus on the true source of which I vibe with all day, the earth. I have a tattoo on my leg of a tree with the roots swerving around my ankle and my foot connecting me to this source. It keeps me grounded even when I’m trying to move as fast as I can in life. It reminds me to be present, focus on every step and to not worry what trivial trials lie ahead. I will remember to thank the earth for its love n care with running and every other step I take.
Still feeling good and Chapas Aid Station (mile 42). Picture by: Bryon Powell @irunfar
I want to give a huge shout out to my sponsors who supply me with the tools to put in such an effort. Pearl iZUMi for helping with the gear and amazing Peak kicks to help me fly over the rough terrain. I ran in a prototype for the up and coming Peack 3.0, so excited for this shoe, I couldn’t ask for a better trail shoe. First Endurance for my fuel and Ultragen recovery drink to keep the legs ticking. I also take First Endurance OptygenHP, which has helped keep my cortisol levels down and gives me the ability to adapt to high volume training. And to the amino acid supplement Vespa Power, I could not have run the race I did with out this product. It helps tremendously with recovery and my mental focus through out the race. Also allowing me to use fat as my fuel, so I’m not destroying my stomach with excess sugary concoctions. I actually only had about 2 goo’s an hour and couldn’t take in any calories the last 2-3 hrs, as the heat of the day would not allow.
Also a huge Thank You to my Vespa Power Cru of Darrel, Marla, Bruce and Joe who where at all the aid stations they could get to with fresh supplies and cheering me on. Darrel is also a professional chef who was grilling up a decadent storm of perfection each night that kept my tummy and legs quite happy. It was a fun trip and I’m very grateful I have had the chance to experience Texas to the fullest.
Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting so…get on your way. ~ Dr Seuss
January 1st 2012 run up to Queen of Hearts trail that over looks Ashland.
I feel that 2012 will be the most focused I’ve ever been. Over the next year I want to connect the earth, my body and mind to be one and ready for whatever will be. I’m excited to put forth a strong effort in all I do as I train, work, love and live. I’m very grateful for life and I look forward to enjoying this journey as it unfolds.
2011 was a lot of fun, I’m excited to see what 2012 has in store. I’ve raced all over this past year and my body has responded well to the volume. My body has been a little worn down from the North Face run, but I look forward to one more go in Bandera Texas next weekend. I’ll be racing the 100k and it looks like another strong field of runners.
I plan to give the body a good rest after next weekend, to let this past year soak in and let my body gear up for another exciting year in 2012. After Bandera I plan on going for more relaxed runs/hikes with my wife and just kick back for a while until I feel rejuvenated and ready to ramp up the training come spring.
North Face Endurance Challenge 50-Mile Championship
The championship run in the Marin Headlands lived up to the hype. We went out hard, pushed the pace at every turn and growled and grunted pretty much every step of the way. I was privileged to take part in this year’s battle of endurance and strength and witness some impressive performances from both the women and men’s races.
I worked hard in the weeks leading up to this race, continuing to understand more and more on how to push myself while still enjoying the pure nature that is trail running. Racing throughout this past year has brought up many emotions and thoughts into why I try to push my body to its limits. I feel like I do well checking in with myself. Anytime running is not just simply playing around in the woods, its time to back off and readjust my focus. Trail running has turned into a deep and satisfying passion of mine that I hope burns for years to come. I look forward to races such as TNFEC, but more importantly I look forward to every moment connecting with my surroundings and running through the wilderness.
Moments before start. Photo: Debbie Loomis
Five am is a little early to start a run for me, but the weather was warm, the stars were shinning bright and there was a pack of hungry headlamps hovering through the first handful of miles. We were clicking off some fast splits, but 6 min miles seems to be pretty easy with adrenaline charged legs that have been tapering for the last week.
As the morning trickled on it was nice to catch up with friends, talk about the hours ahead and see just how many rabbits jump out from the get-go. Sitting around 15-20th place felt comfortable and let the legs warm up while enjoying the morning’s breeze.
Not much happened those first few hours. We ran up some switchbacks and flew down some dicey terrain. I missed a turn (around mile 12) and bush wacked for a minute before deciding I was not on path. I made my way back and cranked hard up some switchbacks to make up for lost time. I used up some energy on the way up Cardiac (mile 18), but I knew I needed to keep the leaders in reach. They were flying strong, so I was a little worried on their lead, but I kept reminding myself to be patient and to remember the race was unfolding just as it should be.
The scenery was beautiful all day; the Headlands have quite the collection of shimmering ocean waves, stair laden connectors to gorgeous single track with a mess of dipping and downed trees to jump or limbo at ones discretion. I had a motto for the day which was: presence…every step, every goo and every view. I felt in tune with my body most the day, but was maybe a little too focused on the race this particular day instead of taking mental pictures to collage the day together in my mind. It was a different feeling than I’ve had in other races, but I also really enjoyed the intensity of my focus and desire for the step ahead. Every run and race is such a uniquely individual experience yet we all share in the joy together and connect through similarities.
My most vivid memory of the race is when I caught up to Adam Campbell a little bit before the turn around (mile 22.8). We then spent the next few hours running and enjoying the day together. We talked some, we laughed, I think I cried a wee bit J. It was a great experience to run with such a cool dude. I feel like we connected and really fed off each other’s energy, while we went through the lows and highs, pushed each other a long and had good company for a solid 10+ miles. Adam is one strong dude and I look forward to spending more time out on the trails with him next year.
After a long decent down some rootsy switchbacks, Adam gained some ground on me and I was feeling a little down. My hamstrings kept cramping on the descents and I had to slow to a mellower cruz to get them back to functioning. For some odd reason, not one aid station had salt-caps, (little rant- they spent the time to cut up like a 1000 bananas, but could not have a bottle open of salt-caps?) weird but I guess you should be ready for anything. At one point I actually took a Nuun tab and stuck it in my cheek, I kept sucking on it and taking it out when it got to fizzy. I know I could have put the tab in my water, but I really just like the taste of water to put down goos, so I didn’t want to spoil my drink of delightful H2O. This fizzy mess was a nice distraction and it eventually helped settle the cramping for a bit.
I was not feeling very strong at the time, but as I climbed up some steps I noticed that I was gaining on some of the people in the top 5. I came up to Mike Wardian and Geoff Roes in the next mile, which gave me confidence that patience was paying off. Being this close to some of the best runners in the biz and people I really respect and admire made me switch gears and remember that I was still in this battle. Roes told me to keep giving it hell so I thought I would listen. I put some breathing room between us as I kept pushing the climb.
Photo: Brett River
So I kept rolling, feeling confident and ready to keep pushing. Then, right before a quick right hand turn a few miles before the Old Inn aid station (mile 38.9), I accidently kept climbing instead of hanging a right. I was feeling good and enjoying the run a little too much that I forgot an important detail…following the tape. I kept climbing way, way too much until I reached the top of the road with no markers anywhere. I should have been more aware, but wasn’t. I added a good 10 or more minutes to my day and ended up another 3 or 4 spots back, but I wasn’t done yet. I crawled back and eventually passed everyone again to their amusement of seeing me twice in the last hour.
By Muir Beach (mile 42.5) I was back with Roes and we started the climb up the Coastal trail. I didn’t have much left in my legs, but I came to the race to give all I had even if the podium was out of reach. Every step was a glimpse of more knowledge about my body. I wanted to take myself to the edge, be alive and free, experience this run to it’s fullest extent.
My cramping legs could not handle the downs as well as I liked, but they never fully locked up. I wiggled down to Tennessee Valley (mile 45) and was ready to finish this thing off. The climb hurt, but I wasn’t broken yet. My thoughts disappeared into the days dust as I just enjoyed the last miles before an ice-cold GF beer at the finish. My mind was clear and relaxed; it was a very satisfying day.
I ran the last few miles hard as to not be caught with so little to go and came across the finish in 4th with a time of 6:38:50. I didn’t think that I could run a 50 miler that fast; I am content to have experienced such a wonderful day.
Hal and i soaking in the afternoon sun. Photo: Deb Loomis
Throughout the day many emotions, feelings and connections took place. I’m very grateful to experience this gift of life and share it with so many good people. I was also able to be a part of my amazing brides first 50k. I felt connected with her as we both pushed our self’s to new experiences. I’m so proud of how Krista dealt with her own adversity and came in sore, but with a huge smile. Well done beautiful.
Photo: Brett Rivers
Sharing these memories with so many incredible people over the past year of running and racing has been unbelievable. I look forward to many years of the same and I am very excited to see how 2012 unfolds.
Moving to Ashland was a sweet idea! My wife and I are truly blessed to live in such a beautiful peaceful place with some of the finest people in the world. My Ashland family was on the top of their game this past weekend with endless smiles and support along the Pine to Palm 100 mile endurance run. Thank you Ashland!
I’ve been looking forward to racing this course again since last year’s inaugural monsoon of a race. Last year I was rained on for 18+ hours and stripped of all the amazing views Ashland has to offer. This year Pine to Palm had its redemption. The weather was ultra perfect. Temps were between 40 and 80 F with a whisper of a breeze to cool and push us along. The sunrise and sunset of radiant blood orange broke through the clouds to add some color as we journeyed from Williams, Oregon, dipped into California and explored further vistas back home to Ashland, Oregon.
Running a race in your own back yard has perks… like when you forgot all your water bottles at home the night before, you can have some friends deliver some to you bright and early, seconds before a 6 am start. So with that hiccup out of the way, Yassine, myself and a gang of ultra studs and stud-ets braved the first 5000ft climb to get things rolling. I met Yassine a couple years ago and in our handful of moments together we always catch incredible views together. Mt Rainer, the Puget Sound, and a plethora of other mountains, valleys and sunrises are what we partake in as we chase each other around the West. We stuck together for the first few hours catching up and cruising along at a relatively safe pace for the start. The early hours were bliss while we swerved around some single track up to Little Greyback Mountain as the sunrise made the sky glow with fire.
Sunrise. Pic Petretto
With such a beautiful start to the race, I was excited to see what other views I missed last year. I flew down to the first aid (O’Brien Creek, mile 13.6), filled my water and was on my way. The next section is a few miles of dirt road, which I was ready to get out of the way and back to some single track around Applegate Lake. Those miles ticked by as I pushed the pace a touch hot, yelled at some snarly dogs to stop nipping at me, while Yassine was nipping at my lead.
Cruising to Seattle Bar. Picture Pete Beck
Feeling a bit depleted coming into Seattle Bar (mile 26.4) I knew I was in for a rough patch. I’ve been working with my diet and energy burning the last month to try to figure out my stomach issues once and for all. I’ve basically taken grain carbs out of my diet and have been sticking to veggies, meat, nuts and fruit.
Enjoying some Turkey up at Stein Butte. Picture Bradley Whelden
My food choices are as natural as possible, making fat my fuel as I run mountains. I do use carbs, but try to use them strategically to make my body as efficient as possible. I’m also supplementing with an incredible product called VESPA, an amino acid supplement that helps my body stabilizes energy, metabolize fat and optimize recovery. I’m still working on it and those first 5 hours of running I should have eaten a little more. I was on about 100 calories an hour and it came back to haunt me later. Rookie mistake, yet I look forward to completely dialing in my nutrition for running and daily living. One positive of the day was that using VESPA, my stomach was the best it’s ever felt, which I’m sure i wouldn’t mind getting used to!
The climb up to Stein Butte (mile 30.9) is where I began to feel a little more seriously deflated. I just could not climb very strong, and even though I was still moving, things were just not clicking like they should have. I figured this would pass and I needed to just keep pushing and ride it out. Seeing good friends at the top helped to bring on a smile and the views of Applegate Lake and the surrounding peaks made the suffering a little more manageable. It’s incredible up there and I’m definitely going to have to go on a run/hike with my wife for a picnic soon.
Climbing. Picture Bradley Whelden
The day was heating up and I knew I wasn’t gapping the runners behind me like I wanted to. At least I had some down grade to pick up the pace and get me to Squaw Lake where my crew was ready to amp me up and for me to enjoy a couple mile loops around the shimmering lake of glass. Around the lake I tried to get my mind back in the game and also suck down some of First Endurance’sUltragen, a protein drink with a bunch of calories in the hope of turning my energy levels around.
Still no luck, but I kept running, even though I just didn’t have that next gear. It felt like a nightmare when you’re being chased and everyone else is moving fast and you’re stuck in slow motion. My heart wanted to go, but there was nothing in the tank.
The climb up to Squaw peak was difficult. The heat was on, my throat was dry with my water bottle empty, goo was disgusting and my mind was in a bad place. A dark place that did not want to move, and there was still 50+ miles to go.
I did however stumble over to Hanley Gap aid (mile 49.5), which included an out n back up to Squaw peak. From above, Squaw Lake looked like a diamond etched into the land giving me a twinkle of hope, but still no pep in the legs. Rennagades aid station also cheered me up with their Rasta man vibrations and I was told I had at least a 25-minute lead on whoever was behind. I thought it was Yassine, but found out Downey was on my tail and having a good day.
Hal Marley!
The hardest climb up to Dutchmen Peak (7500ft) was approaching and I knew I needed to keep moving if I didn’t want to get caught. My sloth like movement was not what I had in mind, but I figured as long as I kept running and not walking up this big climb I would be doing ok. I was not in the brightest of moods and anytime I let my mind take over, all it said was to stop. Fortunately I don’t like listening to those voices and I chose to let the energy of the great outdoors drive me on instead.
When you’re stripped to such a raw point you can only really go one of two ways, to the ground (stopping) or to the sky (pushing on). At this particular moment of the race as I was making the last 1000 ft push to the top of Dutchmen, I reached my end. I didn’t know what else to do and nothing felt right. Later on thinking about it I was calling it just a little “soul burn,” meaning my spirit was tested but I stayed strong and learned from the experience. I like ultras for many reasons, chief of which may be the way they make me appreciate the challenge of battling your mind and turning the pain from anguish to a growing experience. I learn the most about myself when I am pushed out of my comfort zone and go internally as deep as I can go. It wasn’t pleasant, but I bounced back renewed, awakened and rejuvenated.
Despite my lack of desire for any sustenance, my wife stubbornly insisted that if I could even consider the idea of the taste of Ultragen, I needed to finish it off. I slammed down the Ultragen, walked a moment with Krista and for the first time in a race put on some music. I needed a divine moment and as the air cooled and the voice of god came down as Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, I was back!
Finally, I put on a big smile, sang some songs as loud as I could and ripped the downhill section in pure bliss. I had energy for the first time in many hours and damn did it feel good. It’s a hard 4500ft plummet to the bottom at Glade Creek (mile 73.7), but I knew I was getting closer. The sun was setting and the sky was changing colors just like it had 12+ hours earlier. It was beautiful but reminded me that I needed to make it to mile 80 to pick up my pacer Aaron and a headlamp.
I made it in the nick of time, just before dark, to Wagner Gap (mile 79.7) to pick up my good friend Aaron who helped pace me last year at my first 100. It was a hard battle through the cold last year and I could not believe Aaron came back to help again. It was a great “pick me up” to be running with someone after 10+hours alone. And it felt good to know Aaron was going to drag me on home for my 2nd 100 mile run of the Pine to Palm.
We were having a good time and in high spirits. There was a slight haze of red surrounding the mountings in the background. The night was upon us and the last few miles were right there. I had a tough middle section, but feeling this good at the end made up for it. We cruised some beautiful single track, running through neck high grassland, breathing the fresh cool air and running our hands through the grass as it flowed in the wind. We pushed hard, but made sure to keep living in the moment. Racing was not a thought in my mind, it was more about enjoying the last few hours of the day. Grateful to have experienced this journey and also smiling that it was coming to an end.
We weaved some switchbacks as we came across some friends camping by the out n back section to Wagner Butte (7000+ft, mile 85 and 89) after a 3000ft climb. We were able to say hello, sing Happy Birthday to Maya and were then booted out to make it back home. The stretch to Wagner Butte is some rocky single track. It’s a little hard lifting your legs after 85 miles, but makes it worth it when you get to the end and have to scramble 20+ ft up the rocky cliff to the Butte. I turned off my headlamp and just took in the moment. It was a silently peaceful night with the town’s glow below and the stars and moon lighting up the sky. It was perfect and I was so happy on top of the world at Wagner Butte.
Well as they say, it was all downhill from there so we decided to keep it rolling. The sounds of the night were in full bloom, the stars glowed bright, the body ached but the mind was solid. We cruised down some loamy single track as we reached more friends at Aid 2060 (mile 90). All we had in front of us were 10 miles and then it was time for a Gluten-Free beer! My pacer didn’t let me slouch, we were on our way, and it wasn’t going to be slow. My body twinged as I plotted down the road, trying to keep enjoying but desperately ready for it to all be done.
We hit the last few miles of technical/rocky trail down to Hit road. Taking in the moment and realizing that we accomplished it again. It was a long day, but worth every second. Entering Ashland bright with lights and seeing people waiting for me with the token t.p. finish line, it felt darn good to be home. I was more than content to be done running and ready to kick the feet up. All in all it was a wonderful experience for my 2nd trip of Ashland’s Pine to Palm 100 mile endurance run, 1st place in 17:19, and done.
I keep learning more and more each race. I’m so excited to be dialing in my nutrition with the great products like First Endurance to help fuel and recover my body. VESPA was another positive factor for aiding in my body’s metabolism of fats and speeding up my body’s recovery. A couple days of rest and my body is back to feeling great and able to run; the body is amazing.
Also, I can’t say enough of how good the Pearl iZUMiPeak II’s are working for me. They are the perfect balance of light weight and the protection I need for a long journey of many miles. It’s nice to have a good pair of shoes I can trust and know that the feet won’t be too cranky at the end of the day.
All done! Picture Joanne
I couldn’t have asked for a better place to run a hundred. Hal, Kelly, Carly and all the amazing volunteers made this race flow just perfect. I’m so grateful to have had you all out there and supporting me along the way, thank you. A huge thank you to Joanne for helping crew and videotape throughout the day, it was awesome having you out there! Aaron, my bad-ass pacer the last 2 years, you’re definitely one of my favorite people to run with and I always know it will be a good time running around with you. And to my beautiful wife Krista who has everything so dialed in and knows exactly what I need to keep going. Just one look in your eyes and I’m ready to give all I got, thanks for your selflessness.
I was privileged to run TransRockies or big kids camp a few weeks back and am finally getting around to writing about it. Running has brought me to lots of breathtaking spots while meeting incredible people and TransRockies was no exception. The Rockie mountains are pretty neat and I was able to run across many a fine vistas in our route from Buena Vista to Beaver Creek.
Coming up Hope Pass
In this expedition from camp to camp I was joined by my good friend Ian Torrence (You can check out his write up about it here) who is one of the key contributors of prodding me along to my love of the trails. When I first moved to Ashland three years ago he was one of the first people I became good friends with and he just so happened to be an amazing Ultra runner. He would invite me out to group runs on the weekends that seemed to get longer and harder as he realized I could sorta keep up. I thought he was trying to kill me at the time, but I’m so grateful for his help in starting the fire that has turned into my passion for running in the mountains.
Team Jerseys, matching sweaters.
Fast forward three years and Ian and I are back at it again (shake n bake) as teammates on the Pearl iZUMi running team. If you would have told me 3 years ago that I would be running through the Rocky Mountains, traveling 120 miles in 6 days, I would say you’re nuts. Turns out I am nuts and I love to run 100+ miles a week on a weekly basis. So when you add good friends and the Colorado Rocky Mountains, it turns into one of the best vacations someone could have.
Ian was a great partner to have out on the trails. We ran hard, but also made sure to have lots of fun, soak in the beauty and not stress about the racing side of the event. We accomplished all three; many memories of fun times, beautiful 360 degree views and we also rolled into 6th place with a total time of 18 hours and 57 minutes.
The more time I spend out in the mountains the deeper my passion grows for running in them. Jumping from rock to rock, skipping over roots and trees and feeling a true connection to the simplicity of nature around me. The back drop of huge mountain peaks (14ers) like Mount Elbert (Hey hey hey) or Mount Massive were just incredible to feel their presence as we passed around them like ants weaving their trails and dwarfed by their greatness. How blessed I am to have experienced these moments in the mountains, just by the fact that I started ultra running as a fun little hobby to better understand my muscles through massage school a few years ago.
Valley from Hope Pass
On our daily runs through the Rockies I brought my camera with me and was able to capture some of the views for you to check out. If you have a chance I would just go look for yourself, but here is some beta for you to make that decision later.
Thank you Pearl iZumi and Nathan Hydration for helping me get to explore such fun areas. And to my amazing wife who understands my love for running like a wild man through the woods on a daily basis.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I signed up for White River. I knew my legs were still not working the best since Western States 100 mile run, but I could not miss the magnificent views of Mt Rainier and the forested Cathedral that is Mt Rainier National Park. In the end I think it was the right choice to get my legs moving again and enjoying one of the best courses out there in the ultra circuit.
Pic Holly Harris
Race morning snuck up a little quick after a short two-day taper. I was pretty beat up from Western States and had finally healed enough to be able to put in a solid 100+ mile week. However it was the week prior to White River and I never really felt like tapering after I was finally able to run 2+’s hours every morning again. I got a nice 30 mile run in the Sunday before that let me know my legs were healed enough to take a crack at sub 7 at White River.
Start! Photo Glenn Tachiyama
From the start I knew Uli was after the course standard. He went flying out the gate and I knew my legs were not up to that speed. I tried to forget about him for the moment and started to enjoy my race. I blinked and was through camp Sheppard (Mile 3.9) and on my way to the first 4000 ft climb of the day. It was a perfect day for running and the single track was as faultless as I remembered it from last year. We seemed to just hop up the incline as time skipped on. I never pushed too much, but made sure I kept Gary Gellin in my sites. The views were perfect as we cruised the switchbacks catching glimpses of Rainier and the surrounding valleys of oxygen producing greenery.
I had quick flash backs to Western States as I climbed my way through some snowfields which were melting as the day heated up. The patches of snow were not much, but fun little obstacles to add some flavor to the day.
I had a chance to see Uli for the last time till the finish on the out n back section to Corral Pass (mile 16.9), realizing he was only five or so minutes ahead and backing off from his intense start to the day. He was still on record pace and I was happy to know he wasn’t completely out of reach yet.
Now it was time to fly back down, trying to make room for two lanes of running traffic on the narrow single track. It’s a little tricky maneuvering, but exciting to see other runners and friends on their voyage of 50 grueling miles.
After water fill up and goo wrapper drop off at Ranger Creek (mile 22.1) I was ready to enjoy the cushy single-track switchbacks back down to Buck Creek (mile 27.2). I remembered this beautiful trail from last year and was hoping to not lose too much ground on Uli and Gary. I felt fast enough, with my shaky Western States induced beat up quads, but my energy was getting a little low and thoughts were creeping in on my sanity of racing once again.
Crossing the road sporting my Pearl iZUMi Peaks . Pic Eric Bone
Reaching the bottom (mile 27) and my wife, I almost wanted to call it a day. Unfortunately my mind wont let me give up and with some added energy from seeing my wife (Krista) I was ready to give it a go up to Sun Top. The day was heating up and my legs were warming up as well.
I have looked forward to this climb since last year because it roughed me up pretty decent in 2010. I had a score to settle and I finally started to feel like running, catching Gary and moving into second place.
Fawn Ridge (mile 31.7) came a lot quicker then last year and I was still ready for more climbing. I was feeling happy and content with how the day was unfolding. The expansive views of the terrain below were breathtaking; you’ll never see as many trees as you see from ridgeline views in Washington…Amazing! I was glad I made the trip and even my stomach was cooperating for me.
Hal mentioned to me once when I first started running with him and the gang that he didn’t warm up till 15 or so miles into a run. I thought he was crazy at the time, but figured the Western States defending champ knew what he was talking about. On this particular day it took me about 30 miles, but it sure felt good to be running far again.
I love getting to the moments in the race when time stands still and it’s almost like you’re watching yourself move from a different perspective. I was connected with nature and the present moment making everything very simple and still even as I bound through the mess of trees, roots and rocks gnarled together. These moments are when I really feel connected to all things and the mindset I wish to bring out of the woods and into my every day steps.
Reaching Sun Top (mile 37) and knowing the climbing was done was bittersweet. I edged a little off of Uli’s lead and put some space between the rest of the field, but I knew Uli would really have to blow up for me to see him before the finish.
Change of water bottles at Skookum Flats with my speedy wife Krista. Pic by Holly Harris
The 6.5-mile gravel road to Skookum Flats (mile 43.5) is a hot and dusty slugfest. You want to push harder but you can only fall so fast. Some miles whipped by and others seemed to lug on. It was ok because I knew I was almost home, where I am able to sit and have a gluten-free beer next to my wife as we soak up the sun and the joy, watching people accomplish their 50 miles of pure fun.
Skookum Flats trail was picturesque as I skipped, hopped and tumbled over the last few root-laden miles. The cool breeze from the White River refreshed my spirit and I finally believed my goal was in site. I ran the last couple miles the day before in hopes that I would remember where I was on the trail during the later stages of the race. Unfortunately it all looked the same and every turn I thought might be the end led to yet another bend. I was almost there and chuckling to myself at the absurdity of asking hikers how close the finish was. The finish wasn’t going anywhere. It was waiting for me just down the road and I would be there soon enough. As I remembered patience, and reminded myself that I could always come back to race again to go under seven, I realized where I was! I popped out on the road and gave one last push to just squeak under the 7-hour mark in 2nd place with a time of 6:59:38…uff da!
Finish. Pic John Wallace
It was a fun day and I was excited to finish and enjoy the festivities with everyone else that made it out to beautiful Crystal Mountain Washington. Congrats to everyone who ran and a huge thanks to Scott McCoubrey and everyone else who made White River a race you don’t want to miss. Ultra running doesn’t get better than this and I am very grateful to have had the opportunity to be there the last two years. I’ll definitely be back again!
White River soak. Pic Karolina Wyszynska
The next few days I recovered quite well. I dialed in recovery as soon as I finished the race with a delicious cappuccino Ultragen protein drink, followed by a good soak in the frigid White river to decrease inflammation. I ate some delicious food, a roasted turkey sandwich with all the fixings, and a couple gluten-free beers as we chilled around at the finish. I’ve been moving quite fine this week and even a few 2hr+ runs in the process. Gotta love it!
When I go for a run, I don’t just run—I dive into an ocean of gratitude and joy. Every step and breath is such a gift and I’m very blessed to experience this wonder and joy almost daily. Western States was one epic experience, which was just what I came for. It hurt, many things were unexpected, I suffered greatly, but those intense moments of emotion and suffering lead to some of the best moments in my life. It doesn’t feel like it at the time, but I am ever creating moments and memories that are magical and everlasting. These are times when I’m in a good amount of pain, but with a smile on my face. I accomplished more than I thought possible and through the impossible I, along with a gang of family and friends, enjoyed one wild ride.
We were shot off in the dark, which quickly turned to light after just a mile or so of climbing. As the sun rose we were able to look back down in the valley to some smokey inversion-covering Squaw along with a trail of Western States soldiers climbing the trail. No one was really pushing a fast pace, but I made sure I was not in the front. I knew it was going to be a long day and I wanted to run this race relaxed and as smart as possible.
Climbing Escarpment. Photo by Bobby Knight
After some friendly conversation we hit the hard snow pack and needed to focus on footing for the next 12 or so miles. It was challenging yet fun. There’s something about snow that brings out the playful kid in me. It was comforting knowing this was not going to last all day, but rather it was a chance to give our minds and feet something different as we tripped, slipped, slid and smacked that concrete slab of ice.
I was feeling pretty jolly with this until I took my eyes off the ice for a second to chat and smacked my chest to the ice, knocking the wind out of me while continuing to slide twenty or more yards, ripping up my tush and arms as I tried to stop. Luckily there was a tree to end my slide, allowing me to shake it off and go for it again. I witnessed, as was a part of many good falls, nothing race ending, but I’m sure many of us are currently icing some areas that made us want to get off the ice as soon as possible.
I came out that section with some dings, but ready to put that in the past and see what else the course would throw my way. I felt in good spirits and ready for some fast dirt road action. The leaders were out of site so I thought I would push it a bit. I’m not sure what it is about races; ask me to run 6 minute miles back home and I’ll laugh at you, but once I hit a slight down grade in a race I start a cruising. After a few miles I made up some ground and eventually caught a glimpse of the lead pack up ahead. Realizing I did not need to be in the front I backed off a bit and settled into a nice rhythm for the road section.
Reaching the Poppy (mile 20) aid station I was feeling relatively good for the start of a race and ready to go and hang with the leaders. It was a nice rolling section that brought us through some sweet single track along the French Meadows Reservoir. I really enjoyed this section and thought I kept a good pace, as Hal was always 10-20 seconds in front of me.
Catching up to the lead pack was fun and scary at the same time. I didn’t expect to be by all those great runners, but I kept checking in with my body and I never felt like I was pushing anything I could not maintain the rest of the race.
So after a handful of miles bobbing and weaving through some trails a few of the leaders decided to stop for a bathroom break. I had no intention of letting this happen, but all of a sudden I was in first place! Ok, it felt good and I hope to stay there someday a little longer, but for that particular day and race it was not where I wanted to be. Thank god they caught back up, but it almost seemed like no one wanted to be leading at that time. I wasn’t even pushing that hard of a pace and Killian just stayed a few steps behind me.
Well, guess what happens when you let a rookie take the lead…we got lost. Oops. Ok, it wasn’t entirely my fault, one of us should have seen that the trail marker was torn down and there was a super sharp left turn. Unfortunately none of us saw the turn and we kept climbing up the dirt road. After a while Killian looked at me and asked if we were going the right way. I said that I didn’t know, but I figured I was the only guy there who hadn’t run the course yet, so I thought at least one of them would know if we were on the right track. I shouted back to some of them if we were going the wrong way and everyone just shrugged. Ultimately, as we reached a paved road at the top with no flagging we all knew we weren’t on the course path and needed to back track…bummer, my bad.
We came back to the intersection and realized our mistake and that there was flagging to prevent us from going that way, but an animal or something must have ripped it down. A couple extra miles only make you stronger, right? We probably could have done without them, but they made for an extra little adventure for us in the lead pack. We lost about 15 or so minutes and the lead to about four guys, but eventually started covering some ground and pushed a good climb to the next aid, Mosquito Ridge (mile 30).
From here, Killian, Nick, Mike and Hal really took off. I was happy with where I was and how I was feeling so I didn’t push any harder as I sat back and talked with Geoff Roes for a little while. I maybe should have stayed a little closer to the leaders, but there was plenty of racing left and I wanted to come into Michigan Bluff looking strong for my crew.
Killian and i charging. Pic-Salomon
The next few sections rolled by as I prepared for the canyons and the fun climbs of the day. Down to Deadwood Canyon was technical and where I had an injury from a few weeks prior to the race flare up again. My damn Gracilis muscle which attaches on the inside of the knee felt like it was ripping off the insertion and I knew the sensation was not going to be fun the rest of the day. This unfortunately made me have to back off on some down hill sections, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me; I planned to keep moving until I couldn’t walk anymore. I must have beat it up pretty good because after the race I had blood pooling on the inside of my knee and down into my calf and behind. I’m still limping considerably and I’m just hoping I can start massaging and breaking up the problem soon.
Being an Ultra, that’s how it goes, and I knew there would be more problems so I didn’t let the feeling dig into my thoughts too much. I fumbled my way down to the bridge and was ready for the 36 switch back, 1600ft climb called Devils Thumb (mile 47.8). I loved this section and caught a few people on it, as I knew these next couple climbs would be a chance to gain some ground. On the really steep sections I hiked/grunted, but overall I tried to run as much as possible. That ascent ended too soon, just as I was getting into a good rhythm, which meant it was a long painful plummet down to El Dorado Creek (mile 53).
Coming into Michigan Bluff. Pic Shahid Ali
Multiple things were hurting at that point, but I tried to focus on the good aspects I was experiencing. These last miles of single track were rough, but beautiful. When things get tough there is always something to bring me back out from inside my own thoughts. Luckily for me it only takes a few cool looking trees and a stream to get me back in the running mood. It was a very green (although mostly poison oak filled) forest filled with things to keep my mind right, and required only that I watched my steps.
The climb up to Michigan Bluff was when things really started to heat up. The grade up was not too steep, but the sun was out and the miles were adding up. Dave Mackey and I started our back’n’forth action that would last about the next 20 or so miles. We never talked much, but developed a bond nonetheless, both going through good and bad moments at opposite times.
It was a good feeling to know I was over half done and about to see my wife and crew in just moments. With all the snow this year, crew was not allowed until Michigan Bluff (mile 55.7) so when I did get to see them it definitely gave me more life. Anyone who thinks Ultra’s are an individual sport does not have the crew, love and support I do. I give it my all, but I would be nothing without my crew working just as hard to be there for me, refueling me and encouraging me every second of that day. In addition to all the love I received from friends, family and Ultra peeps sending me love, prayers and positive vibrations all day. I feel it all and it means a lot to me.
The next section was a low point for me stomach-wise. Something did not sit right in me the last few miles and I was feeling very nauseas. The dry dirt road was pretty exposed and did not help my belly much. Someday I need to dial in this stomach thing, but in the meantime I’ll keep problem solving. Needless to say, the next 40 miles featured roughly thirty bathroom stops, none of which were particularly fun.
Pic-Shahid Ali
Everything was not going as planned, but I did make it that far and I was still moving at a decent clip. The canyons were over and I was about to pick up my good friend and pacer Chris Rennaker at Foresthill (mile 62). Right away he was encouraging me and getting me fired up for the road ahead.
Pic-Shahid Ali
Cal 1 and Cal 2 went right along into a not-so-great routine. I would put down a few Gu’s, hit the can again and kept moving at a steady but underwhelming pace. The race was beginning to wear on me and I needed to hit a solid stretch of renewed energy. After working through a few hours of monotonous torture I hit a high that I decided to ride to the river. Running felt strong and I was able to push it a bit. My stomach wasn’t right, but at least I could run again. I was feeling good and could smell that the river was in reach. It called to me; I paid a $370 race fee, plus a speeding ticket for this ferry ride, and I was going to enjoy it!
As I rolled to the river I could not wait to dunk my head in. I know it wasn’t a hot year, but from the weather I’ve been used to in Oregon it was hot enough to want to repeatedly dunk my head in that ice cool river, the relief setting me up for a strong climb. I came into Rucky Chucky (mile 78) feeling good and excited to see my crew and push the climb up to Green Gate (mile 79.8). It was encouraging entering the river crossing, with people cheering and the cool water being just what I needed after running some exposed sections the last handful of miles previous.
My killer crew! Pic-Shahid Ali
I was feeling good, able to see my wife who brings out my best and fills me with hope and strength. I was ready to go! I had a Killian like entourage charging up the climb with me and my new pacer, the one and only Jenn Shelton, to bring me on home. As I climbed I felt strong and ready to keep fighting. We passed Tsuyoshi Kaburaki on the way up hoping to put a gap on him. By the time we reached the top I did manage to open up a bit of space between us, but had to use the port-o-john again, that cut back my advantage. And so it goes.
Jenn and i charging up to Green Gate. Pic Shahid Ali
The next section through Auburn Lake Trails was scenic and I tried to enjoy it, but I just felt like carnage. I had to shit every few minutes and any time I picked up the pace my stomach would hurt more. Nothing was working, but somehow I kept moving. I remember Kaburaki startling Jenn at one point and then ultimately letting him and his pacer pass. He looked like a mirage. He just sort of blurred by and was gone. This would normally charge something in me to go after him, but I had nothing left. I was just hoping I could somehow hold on to this position and make it the finish.
Every now and then I would get a little charge and push it for a minute. Jenn tried to keep my spirits up through the lows, and I got a good couple of smiles cracked which kept me moving. Still, I managed to remain enjoying this torture for some crazy reason. I felt like hell, but it just didn’t matter much. Yes, my leg and ass hurt, but I was in beautiful country running with a friend at Western States 100, so how could I be down. I just kept breathing, remembering all the people I had sending love my way. I could not disappoint them, and I could not give up. I had one option and it was to give it everything I had left in me.
We kept moving through the next few pit stops grabbing my now fuel of choice, Coke on the rocks. It seemed to be just enough calories to keep me moving. We kept pouring water on my head like the refresh button on your Western States updates at home. A mile felt like ten, but through the zigging and zagging I could hear the highway close by. We made it to Highway 49 (Mile 93.5) blurry-eyed, saying hi to my crew, grabbing some coke, watching Jenn shout orders to get me everything I needed. We were in and out and I knew it was just 7 more miles to home. I climbed out of there moving at a decent pace. I wanted more climbing, as that was the only time my legs didn’t hurt and I felt like no one behind me could run the ups like I was. We could smell Auburn and we badly needed a beer.
Walking-Pic by Barbara Ashe
I want to say this day didn’t go as planned, but that’s understandable, as I didn’t really even have a plan. Through all the craziness of the day, I simply needed to let it sink in that I was running in 6th at Western States. That’s insane, and I knew if I didn’t flop that next and final section I was going to be in the top 10. All I needed to do was breath and run.
So that’s what I did, as Jenn helped by reminding me to take a deep breath every now and then. Then I alternated back to my hyperventilating, succumbing to the out-of-my-mind rhythm I was in.
We sped through No Hands Bridge (mile 96.8), downed a Pepsi (not as good as Coke, I must say) and I was flying on my way. Something significant went off in me as we crossed No Hands, as suddenly I wanted to run out of there as fast as I could. Pain took the back seat and I was ready to roll. We went charging up that last climb as the skylight vanished in the night. We didn’t need a light; the ground would lead us home. I huffed and puffed as we bounded out of there to the road that would bring me to the high school and finish.
Reaching the top, there was a killer party popping off there. The people were going crazy with excitement that I gladly soaked in. I wanted to stay and join in, but I had just one more little mile to go. Jenn would not let me slow the pace. She pushed me to go faster; after all that work, we did not want anyone to catch us on that last mile. I pounded that pavement, clawing every step. I could feel the satisfaction of a hard days work and was so happy to share this moment with everyone there. The feeling of entering that track was like running on clouds. Nothing hurt, I could have sprinted faster, but wanted to let the moment’s weight soak in. So many smiling cheering faces greeted me around the track, and I wanted to hug each of them, but decided for some good ol’ fashion high fives as I made my way to the finish. It was electric and I could not have been happier as I crossed the finish line and hugged my wife after a really, really long day.
Finish! Pic Glenn Tachiyama
The next day, a friend of mine (Jimmy Dean Freemen) told me I was like a wet smiling Golden Retriever. I was just so happy and he wanted to throw a ball and have me fetch after it. That made me laugh a lot and it made me glad that I looked like I was having fun. Running is supposed to be this childlike game, where we run around as if half-naked, jumping in and out of streams chasing a big red ball. I hurt right now, but I love to run and be free. I’m very grateful for the God-given ability to spend hours frolicking on this enchanting earth and soaking up as much joy as I can. I hope you enjoyed my tale of experiencing nature the best way I know how, through running. I’m sure the great outdoors are calling your name. Go live.
Videography-Bobbie Loomis. Editing-Debbie Loomis. Thank you so much!!!
Thank you to everyone who made this day so magical. I could not have done it without you. Thank you to Greg Soderlund (RD) and everyone doing last minute mapping to get us a run-able course. Thank you to all the volunteers before, after and during the race. Many hours go into this and I’m very grateful for you all being there.
Thank you to all my family and friends cheering me on through out the day, your prayers and energy was much appreciated.
And a Huge thanks to my crew Bob, Debbie, Brian, and Shahid for all your help along with video, pictures and editing to make this blog actually interesting. And to my pacers Renn & Jenn who kept me motivated, dealt with all my shit (figuratively and literally) and brought me safely home to Auburn. It meant so much having you all there.
And my biggest thanks to my wife Krista, who is my everything, who is with me the whole time and keeps me solid and strong as I run and hobble through the majestic unknown. Thank you for being the light you are.
