Well, the Western States dust has mostly settled and now it's back to focusing on my day to day training and looking and moving forward in my running and in my life outside of running.
I began running again on Saturday and feel like I've made a nice smooth recovery.
I was very focused on Western States this entire spring so my racing plans for the rest of the summer have mostly been on the back burner... until now. In three weeks I'll be heading up to Anchorage to defend my title at The Crow Pass Crossing. This isn't big news outside of Alaska, but up here there are more than a few people who will be following closely to see how yet another rematch between Eric Strabel and I plays out (this will be my 5th time running this race and of the previous 4 I've won 2 and Eric has won 2). I'm really excited about this race. I'm going to head up there and give it my all, but in reality I will mostly be training right through Crow Pass so as to have myself as ready as possible for racing over in Europe in the UTMB in August. That'll be my next BIG one. A rematch with Kilian, who has won this race two years in a row; racing over 100 miles with 2,300 people; on a route that has more total climbing than any race I've ever run! Should be a fun one. Time to start doing even more climbing than usual in my training here in Juneau.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
What A Day - Western States Race Report
Trying to put this one into words is going to be really difficult. I'll give it my best shot, but I doubt I'll really ever be able to capture anything near what really happened on Saturday.
Driving from my campsite to the race start on Saturday morning I was strangely relaxed. I had been anxious about this race for several days but now that the day was here I was very comfortable. Maybe the calm before the storm. And as 5 am grew closer and closer I continued to feel more and more calm. About 3 minutes before the start I made my way to the front of the line of runners and then we were off. It seems so strange now to think of how innocent and unaware of things to come we all were.
Right away I was in a lead group that included, among others, all the top dogs - Tony, Kilian, Hal, and I. For some time we were all quiet, maybe waking up still, or maybe we were all nervous about how quick and how easily Kilian was "floating" up this climb. Less than a mile into this race and I knew that Kilian was a very unique talent. Ultimately he made some mistakes in this race but I saw enough to know that he is every bit as strong of a mountain runner as many people seem to think. Or maybe even a little bit stronger than most people think. In a race which contained dozens of amazing things one of the most amazing of all was seeing Kilian's raw ability first hand. I've never raced anyone with as much pure physical ability as Kilian.
At any rate, we climbed up up and away into the first light of morning. After this first climb we fell into line through the snow. Tony, Kilian, and I took turns leading the way through a 5 or 6 mile obstacle course of snow, mud, and running water. In spots you couldn't see the trail for several hundred meters and you just picked your way through the openings in the trees, glissading on the downhills, and holding on for life on the side slopes. I think some racers were annoyed with this stretch but I loved it. I would have been happy if there was twice as much snow as there was. Eventually though we dropped back below snowline and on the long steady downhill that made up the re-route section of this year's race several other runners used gravity (and in some cases probably fried their quads) to catch up with the lead group. Joining the "big 4" in this stretch were Josh Brimhall, Leigh Schmitt, Zach Miller, Nick Clark, Nick Lewis, and maybe one or two others that I don't remember. But eventually we would climb again and once again Tony, Kilian, and I found ourselves alone at the front. And it would stay this way all the way through Duncan Canyon, Robinson Flat, Dusty Corners, and into the first canyon past Last Chance.
Dropping down into the canyon at mile 44 I felt great. Tony was running in front and I really enjoyed his downhill pace. Fairly Conservative. But we still had 56 miles to run. Pushing downhills at this point would almost certainly prove detrimental later in the race. Just as I was thinking this Kilian stepped off on the side of the trail and took off around Tony and I like he was shot out of a canon! As soon as I realized this was happening he was gone out of sight. I stressed about this for about 3 seconds and then fell back into a rhythm behind Tony. I didn't really know what to make of this. Kilian seemed so strong I thought maybe I wouldn't see him again all race. But mile 44? I kept telling myself that any human running that hard downhill at mile 44 will have to be hindered by it later on in the race. Problem was that I had already seen enough of Kilian that day that I was starting to question whether he's actually human.
And so Tony and I were left alone. We were both feeling great and at some point in here we even joked a bit about how those watching along at home on their computers must be getting pretty fired up about how this was playing out. Neither of us spoke of it at the time but I think we were both running on a confidence level at that point where we knew that this strength we were showing wasn't likely to be a fleeting thing. We had gone out on record pace and then from there we just kept speeding up more and more. It never felt reckless though. I don't think any of the three of us would have run the first half of the race any slower if we had it to do over again, especially considering that Tony and I were both able to run the second half (in comparison to historical splits) even faster than the first half.
But then we hit the bottom of the canyon at about mile 46 and just as soon as we began the climb up to Devil's Thumb something turned off for me and I just had no strength going uphill. To this point on the day I hadn't felt like it was hard to keep pace with Kilian or Tony on the climbs but suddenly they were both out of sight (Kilian because he ran the downhill so hard and Tony because he was suddenly climbing a lot stronger than me).
I arrived at Devil's Thumb (mile 47.8) about 3 minutes behind them and very concerned about the way I was feeling. From there dropping down to Eldorado Creek (mile 52.9) I held even with Tony and Kilian, still about 3 minutes back. I was still feeling really weak but at least I knew that I wasn't going any slower than them on the flats or downhills. I just had to find a way to get my uphill strength back. This certainly wasn't going to happen anytime soon though, as i just continued to feel weaker and weaker with every climb. I was eating enough. I was drinking enough. But for some reason I just couldn't climb the way I usually can. I went through Michigan Bluff (mile 55.7) 8 minutes behind Tony and Kilian and things were not looking or feeling good for me. I think the large crowds of people at Michigan Bluff kind of began my revival though. There seemed to be several hundred people here and I think some of the energy that I got from all of these people helped me leave Michigan Bluff in a much better place in my mind than I was when I got there. I was still feeling really weak on the climbs. There's a gravel road heading out of Michigan Bluff that is sloped uphill ever so slightly. Not even what I would normally call a hill. On this day though it was a walker for me. Something had changed for me though. A few minutes before Michigan Bluff I was really annoyed with how weak I was climbing, but now I noticed that it wasn't bothering me as much. Instead I was slowly coming to realize that I needed to stop thinking about Tony and Kilian and to stop thinking about how bad I felt on climbs and focus on simply taking care of my mind and body in hopes that eventually I could turn things around and at least make a strong push to the finish. I took a lot of solace in this. Suddenly everything was really simple. I didn't need to catch Tony or Kilian. I didn't need to win the race. I just needed to take care of myself and let things play out as they would.
This was my mindset as I rolled into Foresthill (mile 62) 12 minutes behind Tony and Kilian and picked up my pacer, Dave Mackey. I told Dave that he's going to have to be patient, that I wasn't feeling very good, but I was very determined to be patient and do the work to turn this around. I have run enough 100's to know that there are always low points like this, but I've also run enough of them to know that with attention to nutrition, hydration, and a lot of patience these low points almost always turn around.
And so Dave and I ran. And I felt really tired and really slow, but for whatever reason I was just not too concerned. Almost like I knew things were going to get really good as we made our way further down the trail. It helped that Dave kept saying all of the right things. He talked often of how much better off I was being where I was rather than where Tony and Kilian were. I was in a place where I could just run my race and not stress about what anyone else was doing.
When we were first left Foresthill we took off a little faster than I was comfortable with. I thought maybe I could push through this pace and find a comfort in it, but finally after several minutes I told Dave that I needed to be more patient and find a more sustainable pace. And so we slowed even more. But somehow as we did this everything started to feel right. We started to build a collective energy between us that this was just a low point that we were going to get through and come out the other end stronger than ever. We didn't talk about this, but it was something that I was just feeling. And suddenly Dave's comments about me being right where I wanted to be were resonating with me. I think at first he was saying these things just to make me feel good about my situation, but somewhere around mile 70 it began to feel like this wasn't just something to say to feel better about a bad situation, but rather because it was true.
From here my energy and pace just seemed to build like a snowball rolling down a hill. Confidence is an amazing thing. And Dave and I were both feeling it and we began to speed up with every step. It was really an amazing feeling. Somewhere in the midst of this I told Dave that if I didn't catch Tony and Kilian it wouldn't be because of me, but rather because they would have pulled off a superhuman effort. I've had this feeling before late in a race, but it's always been as I'm pulling away from the field and smelling the finish. It's weird to be running 15 minutes behind with 25 miles to go and almost know that you are going to win.
At any rate, I didn't try to get too far ahead of things and just continued to focus on hydration, nutrition, and keeping as cool as possible. When we made our way down to the river crossing at mile 78 it was as hot as it had been all day but I knew that we would get to dunk in the water and then we would be in the shade for most of the rest of the race. That was a really good feeling to know that the heat was almost a thing of the past. The whole day I felt a lot better any time that I could get myself cooled off. All day I was looking forward to the last 20 miles of the race, knowing that it would be much cooler than the 50 miles previous to that.
And so we took a dunk in the river and began the climb up to Green Gate. I arrived at the river knowing that I was feeling really good and had turned things around, but I didn't really know how much until this climb up to Green Gate. The climb up felt effortless. I ran the climb at 10 minute per mile pace and cut 4 minutes into Tony and Kilian's lead in less than 2 miles! At Green Gate (mile 79.8) David Horton told me that I was gaining on Tony and Kilian and assured me that he wasn't just saying that to make me feel good, that I was really gaining on them. I looked at him and told him, "I know". I actually didn't "know" that I was gaining on them but I knew that I had to be. When you run uphill at 10 minute mile pace after running 80 miles you will be gaining on whoever is in front of you.
After Green Gate you get onto what are some of the most enjoyable trails in the entire race. Rolling singletrack deep in the forest with lots of shade and just enough ups and downs to keep you distracted from anything else. I'm still not sure if Dave was telling me this to make me feel even more confident than I already felt, but at first he told me we ran an 8 minute mile and then the next mile he said we ran 7:30! Whatever the pace was it was fast. I could feel it and it felt great. By Auburn Lake Trails Aid Station (mile 85.2) we had passed Kilian (who was laying in a stream when we passed him. We moved past him so quickly that Dave didn't even notice it was him) and were only 3 minutes behind Tony! That was another 9 minutes that we gained in 5.4 miles!
At this point I knew I was going to catch Tony and I began to strategize about what would be the best time to pass him to give myself the best chance of staying ahead of him all the way to the finish. I didn't want to continue pushing too hard and not have enough gas to finish pretty strong, but I also didn't want to slow way down and lose the momentum that I had. I decided to run a little more relaxed for several minutes (but still at a pace faster than what I presumed Tony was running) so that I would catch him sometime near the next aid station (mile 89.9). As it were I caught up to him around mile 88.5 I would guess. I saw him and Jen (his pacer) walking up a short hill about a hundred yards ahead. If it had been a bit earlier in the race I would have run with Tony and chatted with them for awhile but this was late enough in the race that I decided to make a tactical, decisive pass. I rested behind them for a bit and then got right up behind them before announcing my presence. And then Dave and I were gone with nothing more than a quick, "hey Tony". I still feel bad about this writing about it now. It is of course the same way I would do it if I had it to do over again, and I would imagine the same way Tony (or any strategically wise runner) would have done it to me, but earlier in the day I had really enjoyed running with Tony and I kind of wish we could have run together some more at this point. But this was a race and I was determined to do whatever I could do to improve my chances of being the first one to the finish. And in this case that included a quick, decisive pass that would hopefully put Tony out of the race for the win as quick as possible.
For about a mile I thought for sure this strategy had worked. I couldn't see Tony behind me and I was still feeling great. There was one problem though: Dave and I had been so focused on me for so long that I think we both had neglected to pay much attention to how his body was doing, and somewhere around mile 89.5 Dave informed me that his body wasn't doing very well. His stomach was hurting and I don't think he had nearly enough calories and liquid in the almost 30 miles that he had run with me to that point. Just moments after he took a bit of a fall on the trail and then pushed hard to catch back up to me he informed me that he wasn't going to be able to continue on at this pace. For a moment I considered slowing down to see if he could turn it around and keep with me. Dave had been through so much with me at this point, and had helped my race so much that I almost couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind. I thought that maybe it would be better for me to slow down for awhile and hopefully give him the chance to bounce back, knowing that once he bounced back he should have no problem staying with me to the finish.
Ultimately though, this was my race and it was time for me to push along on my own. After Dave stopped I felt pretty good for another mile or so, but then, sometime shortly after Brown's Bar Aid Station (mile 89.9) I began to really feel the accumulation of 90 miles on my legs. I knew I only had a minute or two lead on Tony, and I knew that this was going to be a long 10 miles to the finish. When I hit the climb up to Highway 49 I kept trying to take solace in the fact that at least this time I was supposed to be running up this hill. In the Way Too Cool 50k this spring I had taken a wrong turn and run all the way down this hill to the river and then had to climb back up, in a move that cost me the win in that race. It felt good to get another shot at this hill, this time in a much less frustrated place in my mind, but my body was really starting to hurt and part way up the climb I turned around and there was Tony, no more than 30 seconds behind me! I had blown by him 4 miles back, but since that time I had lost my pacer, started to slow quite a bit, and now he was about to catch back up to me.
This was one of those very clear points in a race that I knew would be the decisive point. Seeing him that close sent a shot of adrenaline through me and I knew that this would either be the thing that was able to propel me ahead for good or that I was going to give one last push and just not have enough energy left in the tank. Lucky for me when I gave the push there was more fuel there. Almost right away after seeing Tony I sped up a lot and began to feel a lot better. I cruised through the Highway 49 aid station (mile 93.5) with a one minute lead (Same as my lead had been at Brown's Bar), and told myself that I was not willing to let this race come down to the climb up to Robie Point. I was going to run the downhill to No Hands Bridge as hard as gravity would allow and if I still had enough to climb hard up to Robie Point then it was meant to me, but there was no way I was willing to leave No Hands Bridge at the same time as Tony. And so I pushed hard out of Highway 49. About a mile past the aid station you cross a meadow and then begin a 2 mile downhill. Once I got to the downhill I just let my body go. It hurt. It hurt bad, but I just kept speeding up faster and faster. Eventually I was running so hard down this hill that it didn't really hurt anymore. I got to No Hands Bridge (mile 96.8) and was pretty sure I must have increased my lead on Tony, but I still had no way to know (as it turned out I had a 6 minute lead at this point) so I just breezed through the aid station and began the final climb of the race up to Robie Point.
Amazingly I had a lot of uphill strength still. I imagine it was mostly from fear and/or adrenaline. I was able to run the entire climb up to Robie and I heard at the aid station there that I had had a 6 minute lead down at the bridge. Dave had gotten a ride from Highway 49 around to here so he joined me for the last mile of the run. I was almost certain I had it wrapped up as soon as we hit the pavement (1.2 miles from the finish), but I was still looking behind me for several minutes to make sure Tony didn't have one more surge in him. Finally with less than a half mile to go I fully relaxed and fully accepted that I was going to win. And with that I let all of the stress flow out of my body almost instantly. Just seconds earlier I was looking over my shoulder and dwelling on the pain and fatigue in my body, but now everything loosened up and I had a huge smile on my face. There were people everywhere and I was overtaken with gratitude for all the support that I had gotten from friends, family, race staff, race volunteers, and maybe most of all the complete strangers who were just out on the course as fans. As you get near the finish there are hundreds of these people and I couldn't help but thank as many of them as possible.
And then I was onto the track for 300 meters of childlike excitement. I was excited to be done. I was excited to be the first one done. I was excited to be finishing faster than anyone ever in this race. But most of all I was excited for how amazingly fun and satisfying my run had been. If I was in to racing with a strategy this would have been the perfect strategy. everything had played out almost perfectly for me. I've had days in which I've been much stronger physically, but I don't think I've ever had a race where I was as strong as this mentally. To struggle for 25+ miles in one of the most competitive 100 mile trail races ever and still be able to find a way to win doesn't happen without some serious mental patience, strength, and stubborness.
And so I made my way around the track with a huge smile on my face. I slapped hands with everyone lined up down the straightaway to the finish and I jogged slowly across the finish line. And I sat. And all the fatigue and pain went out of my body. My Dad and Brother who had been out on the course as my crew all day were there, and hundreds of other people were there. And for the next 2 or 3 hours I don't remember much of anything. I talked to a lot of people. I talked to Tony for a few seconds after a congratulatory hug at the finish. I would have liked to talk to Tony for hours about his experience. Hopefully we'll get a chance to do that sometime in the future.
The smoke still hasn't completely settled from this, but now my life is pretty much back to normal. I'm back to Alaska. Back to work. Still haven't been able to run yet. Maybe try to get out for 3 or 4 miles tomorrow. I'm not really sore still, but very tired in my legs. The swarm of attention from media, friends, and strangers has been shocking. I knew Western States had a lot bigger following than any race I've ever run but I really didn't know that it was this much. It's been a little overwhelming at times, but mostly nice to talk with people about this run. I feel like I still need to talk about it a little more to get it worked through my mind and be able to move on. Almost every few hours I find myself drifting back to this race in my mind and I remember some part of the race which I hadn't previously thought about, and often these previously forgoten moments feel really important. I guess after a race like this I might expect this to keep happening to some extent for the rest of my life.
The only other thing I should say is a huge thank you to all of my friends and family who supported me in one way or another for this run. Notably my Dad and Brother who flew out from New York to be my support crew for this one. It was awesome having them out there. Also Dave Mackey, my pacer. It's easy to joke about me "dropping" him and presume that he wasn't that valuable because of that, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am quite certain I would not have been able to make the turn around in my race had I not had Dave's support. He seemed to know exactly what to say all the time to keep my mind in the right place. It was the ultimate selfless run on his part, one that I will be appreciate for the rest of my life. Also all of the voluunteers and fans out on the course on Saturday. It really was amazing just how many of you were out there. Good stuff. Also to all the racers who lined up and ran this race, specifically Kilian and Tony. It was an honor to race these guys (and everyone else in the race) and I can't wait to have a chance to do so again. And lastly the biggest thanks of all to my girlfriend who was back in Alaska for this one, but who gave me more support and strength in this endeveor than I would have thought possible. I'm one lucky man to have had all of your help and support. Thanks.
Driving from my campsite to the race start on Saturday morning I was strangely relaxed. I had been anxious about this race for several days but now that the day was here I was very comfortable. Maybe the calm before the storm. And as 5 am grew closer and closer I continued to feel more and more calm. About 3 minutes before the start I made my way to the front of the line of runners and then we were off. It seems so strange now to think of how innocent and unaware of things to come we all were.
Right away I was in a lead group that included, among others, all the top dogs - Tony, Kilian, Hal, and I. For some time we were all quiet, maybe waking up still, or maybe we were all nervous about how quick and how easily Kilian was "floating" up this climb. Less than a mile into this race and I knew that Kilian was a very unique talent. Ultimately he made some mistakes in this race but I saw enough to know that he is every bit as strong of a mountain runner as many people seem to think. Or maybe even a little bit stronger than most people think. In a race which contained dozens of amazing things one of the most amazing of all was seeing Kilian's raw ability first hand. I've never raced anyone with as much pure physical ability as Kilian.
At any rate, we climbed up up and away into the first light of morning. After this first climb we fell into line through the snow. Tony, Kilian, and I took turns leading the way through a 5 or 6 mile obstacle course of snow, mud, and running water. In spots you couldn't see the trail for several hundred meters and you just picked your way through the openings in the trees, glissading on the downhills, and holding on for life on the side slopes. I think some racers were annoyed with this stretch but I loved it. I would have been happy if there was twice as much snow as there was. Eventually though we dropped back below snowline and on the long steady downhill that made up the re-route section of this year's race several other runners used gravity (and in some cases probably fried their quads) to catch up with the lead group. Joining the "big 4" in this stretch were Josh Brimhall, Leigh Schmitt, Zach Miller, Nick Clark, Nick Lewis, and maybe one or two others that I don't remember. But eventually we would climb again and once again Tony, Kilian, and I found ourselves alone at the front. And it would stay this way all the way through Duncan Canyon, Robinson Flat, Dusty Corners, and into the first canyon past Last Chance.
Dropping down into the canyon at mile 44 I felt great. Tony was running in front and I really enjoyed his downhill pace. Fairly Conservative. But we still had 56 miles to run. Pushing downhills at this point would almost certainly prove detrimental later in the race. Just as I was thinking this Kilian stepped off on the side of the trail and took off around Tony and I like he was shot out of a canon! As soon as I realized this was happening he was gone out of sight. I stressed about this for about 3 seconds and then fell back into a rhythm behind Tony. I didn't really know what to make of this. Kilian seemed so strong I thought maybe I wouldn't see him again all race. But mile 44? I kept telling myself that any human running that hard downhill at mile 44 will have to be hindered by it later on in the race. Problem was that I had already seen enough of Kilian that day that I was starting to question whether he's actually human.
And so Tony and I were left alone. We were both feeling great and at some point in here we even joked a bit about how those watching along at home on their computers must be getting pretty fired up about how this was playing out. Neither of us spoke of it at the time but I think we were both running on a confidence level at that point where we knew that this strength we were showing wasn't likely to be a fleeting thing. We had gone out on record pace and then from there we just kept speeding up more and more. It never felt reckless though. I don't think any of the three of us would have run the first half of the race any slower if we had it to do over again, especially considering that Tony and I were both able to run the second half (in comparison to historical splits) even faster than the first half.
But then we hit the bottom of the canyon at about mile 46 and just as soon as we began the climb up to Devil's Thumb something turned off for me and I just had no strength going uphill. To this point on the day I hadn't felt like it was hard to keep pace with Kilian or Tony on the climbs but suddenly they were both out of sight (Kilian because he ran the downhill so hard and Tony because he was suddenly climbing a lot stronger than me).
I arrived at Devil's Thumb (mile 47.8) about 3 minutes behind them and very concerned about the way I was feeling. From there dropping down to Eldorado Creek (mile 52.9) I held even with Tony and Kilian, still about 3 minutes back. I was still feeling really weak but at least I knew that I wasn't going any slower than them on the flats or downhills. I just had to find a way to get my uphill strength back. This certainly wasn't going to happen anytime soon though, as i just continued to feel weaker and weaker with every climb. I was eating enough. I was drinking enough. But for some reason I just couldn't climb the way I usually can. I went through Michigan Bluff (mile 55.7) 8 minutes behind Tony and Kilian and things were not looking or feeling good for me. I think the large crowds of people at Michigan Bluff kind of began my revival though. There seemed to be several hundred people here and I think some of the energy that I got from all of these people helped me leave Michigan Bluff in a much better place in my mind than I was when I got there. I was still feeling really weak on the climbs. There's a gravel road heading out of Michigan Bluff that is sloped uphill ever so slightly. Not even what I would normally call a hill. On this day though it was a walker for me. Something had changed for me though. A few minutes before Michigan Bluff I was really annoyed with how weak I was climbing, but now I noticed that it wasn't bothering me as much. Instead I was slowly coming to realize that I needed to stop thinking about Tony and Kilian and to stop thinking about how bad I felt on climbs and focus on simply taking care of my mind and body in hopes that eventually I could turn things around and at least make a strong push to the finish. I took a lot of solace in this. Suddenly everything was really simple. I didn't need to catch Tony or Kilian. I didn't need to win the race. I just needed to take care of myself and let things play out as they would.
This was my mindset as I rolled into Foresthill (mile 62) 12 minutes behind Tony and Kilian and picked up my pacer, Dave Mackey. I told Dave that he's going to have to be patient, that I wasn't feeling very good, but I was very determined to be patient and do the work to turn this around. I have run enough 100's to know that there are always low points like this, but I've also run enough of them to know that with attention to nutrition, hydration, and a lot of patience these low points almost always turn around.
And so Dave and I ran. And I felt really tired and really slow, but for whatever reason I was just not too concerned. Almost like I knew things were going to get really good as we made our way further down the trail. It helped that Dave kept saying all of the right things. He talked often of how much better off I was being where I was rather than where Tony and Kilian were. I was in a place where I could just run my race and not stress about what anyone else was doing.
When we were first left Foresthill we took off a little faster than I was comfortable with. I thought maybe I could push through this pace and find a comfort in it, but finally after several minutes I told Dave that I needed to be more patient and find a more sustainable pace. And so we slowed even more. But somehow as we did this everything started to feel right. We started to build a collective energy between us that this was just a low point that we were going to get through and come out the other end stronger than ever. We didn't talk about this, but it was something that I was just feeling. And suddenly Dave's comments about me being right where I wanted to be were resonating with me. I think at first he was saying these things just to make me feel good about my situation, but somewhere around mile 70 it began to feel like this wasn't just something to say to feel better about a bad situation, but rather because it was true.
From here my energy and pace just seemed to build like a snowball rolling down a hill. Confidence is an amazing thing. And Dave and I were both feeling it and we began to speed up with every step. It was really an amazing feeling. Somewhere in the midst of this I told Dave that if I didn't catch Tony and Kilian it wouldn't be because of me, but rather because they would have pulled off a superhuman effort. I've had this feeling before late in a race, but it's always been as I'm pulling away from the field and smelling the finish. It's weird to be running 15 minutes behind with 25 miles to go and almost know that you are going to win.
At any rate, I didn't try to get too far ahead of things and just continued to focus on hydration, nutrition, and keeping as cool as possible. When we made our way down to the river crossing at mile 78 it was as hot as it had been all day but I knew that we would get to dunk in the water and then we would be in the shade for most of the rest of the race. That was a really good feeling to know that the heat was almost a thing of the past. The whole day I felt a lot better any time that I could get myself cooled off. All day I was looking forward to the last 20 miles of the race, knowing that it would be much cooler than the 50 miles previous to that.
And so we took a dunk in the river and began the climb up to Green Gate. I arrived at the river knowing that I was feeling really good and had turned things around, but I didn't really know how much until this climb up to Green Gate. The climb up felt effortless. I ran the climb at 10 minute per mile pace and cut 4 minutes into Tony and Kilian's lead in less than 2 miles! At Green Gate (mile 79.8) David Horton told me that I was gaining on Tony and Kilian and assured me that he wasn't just saying that to make me feel good, that I was really gaining on them. I looked at him and told him, "I know". I actually didn't "know" that I was gaining on them but I knew that I had to be. When you run uphill at 10 minute mile pace after running 80 miles you will be gaining on whoever is in front of you.
After Green Gate you get onto what are some of the most enjoyable trails in the entire race. Rolling singletrack deep in the forest with lots of shade and just enough ups and downs to keep you distracted from anything else. I'm still not sure if Dave was telling me this to make me feel even more confident than I already felt, but at first he told me we ran an 8 minute mile and then the next mile he said we ran 7:30! Whatever the pace was it was fast. I could feel it and it felt great. By Auburn Lake Trails Aid Station (mile 85.2) we had passed Kilian (who was laying in a stream when we passed him. We moved past him so quickly that Dave didn't even notice it was him) and were only 3 minutes behind Tony! That was another 9 minutes that we gained in 5.4 miles!
At this point I knew I was going to catch Tony and I began to strategize about what would be the best time to pass him to give myself the best chance of staying ahead of him all the way to the finish. I didn't want to continue pushing too hard and not have enough gas to finish pretty strong, but I also didn't want to slow way down and lose the momentum that I had. I decided to run a little more relaxed for several minutes (but still at a pace faster than what I presumed Tony was running) so that I would catch him sometime near the next aid station (mile 89.9). As it were I caught up to him around mile 88.5 I would guess. I saw him and Jen (his pacer) walking up a short hill about a hundred yards ahead. If it had been a bit earlier in the race I would have run with Tony and chatted with them for awhile but this was late enough in the race that I decided to make a tactical, decisive pass. I rested behind them for a bit and then got right up behind them before announcing my presence. And then Dave and I were gone with nothing more than a quick, "hey Tony". I still feel bad about this writing about it now. It is of course the same way I would do it if I had it to do over again, and I would imagine the same way Tony (or any strategically wise runner) would have done it to me, but earlier in the day I had really enjoyed running with Tony and I kind of wish we could have run together some more at this point. But this was a race and I was determined to do whatever I could do to improve my chances of being the first one to the finish. And in this case that included a quick, decisive pass that would hopefully put Tony out of the race for the win as quick as possible.
For about a mile I thought for sure this strategy had worked. I couldn't see Tony behind me and I was still feeling great. There was one problem though: Dave and I had been so focused on me for so long that I think we both had neglected to pay much attention to how his body was doing, and somewhere around mile 89.5 Dave informed me that his body wasn't doing very well. His stomach was hurting and I don't think he had nearly enough calories and liquid in the almost 30 miles that he had run with me to that point. Just moments after he took a bit of a fall on the trail and then pushed hard to catch back up to me he informed me that he wasn't going to be able to continue on at this pace. For a moment I considered slowing down to see if he could turn it around and keep with me. Dave had been through so much with me at this point, and had helped my race so much that I almost couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind. I thought that maybe it would be better for me to slow down for awhile and hopefully give him the chance to bounce back, knowing that once he bounced back he should have no problem staying with me to the finish.
Ultimately though, this was my race and it was time for me to push along on my own. After Dave stopped I felt pretty good for another mile or so, but then, sometime shortly after Brown's Bar Aid Station (mile 89.9) I began to really feel the accumulation of 90 miles on my legs. I knew I only had a minute or two lead on Tony, and I knew that this was going to be a long 10 miles to the finish. When I hit the climb up to Highway 49 I kept trying to take solace in the fact that at least this time I was supposed to be running up this hill. In the Way Too Cool 50k this spring I had taken a wrong turn and run all the way down this hill to the river and then had to climb back up, in a move that cost me the win in that race. It felt good to get another shot at this hill, this time in a much less frustrated place in my mind, but my body was really starting to hurt and part way up the climb I turned around and there was Tony, no more than 30 seconds behind me! I had blown by him 4 miles back, but since that time I had lost my pacer, started to slow quite a bit, and now he was about to catch back up to me.
This was one of those very clear points in a race that I knew would be the decisive point. Seeing him that close sent a shot of adrenaline through me and I knew that this would either be the thing that was able to propel me ahead for good or that I was going to give one last push and just not have enough energy left in the tank. Lucky for me when I gave the push there was more fuel there. Almost right away after seeing Tony I sped up a lot and began to feel a lot better. I cruised through the Highway 49 aid station (mile 93.5) with a one minute lead (Same as my lead had been at Brown's Bar), and told myself that I was not willing to let this race come down to the climb up to Robie Point. I was going to run the downhill to No Hands Bridge as hard as gravity would allow and if I still had enough to climb hard up to Robie Point then it was meant to me, but there was no way I was willing to leave No Hands Bridge at the same time as Tony. And so I pushed hard out of Highway 49. About a mile past the aid station you cross a meadow and then begin a 2 mile downhill. Once I got to the downhill I just let my body go. It hurt. It hurt bad, but I just kept speeding up faster and faster. Eventually I was running so hard down this hill that it didn't really hurt anymore. I got to No Hands Bridge (mile 96.8) and was pretty sure I must have increased my lead on Tony, but I still had no way to know (as it turned out I had a 6 minute lead at this point) so I just breezed through the aid station and began the final climb of the race up to Robie Point.
Amazingly I had a lot of uphill strength still. I imagine it was mostly from fear and/or adrenaline. I was able to run the entire climb up to Robie and I heard at the aid station there that I had had a 6 minute lead down at the bridge. Dave had gotten a ride from Highway 49 around to here so he joined me for the last mile of the run. I was almost certain I had it wrapped up as soon as we hit the pavement (1.2 miles from the finish), but I was still looking behind me for several minutes to make sure Tony didn't have one more surge in him. Finally with less than a half mile to go I fully relaxed and fully accepted that I was going to win. And with that I let all of the stress flow out of my body almost instantly. Just seconds earlier I was looking over my shoulder and dwelling on the pain and fatigue in my body, but now everything loosened up and I had a huge smile on my face. There were people everywhere and I was overtaken with gratitude for all the support that I had gotten from friends, family, race staff, race volunteers, and maybe most of all the complete strangers who were just out on the course as fans. As you get near the finish there are hundreds of these people and I couldn't help but thank as many of them as possible.
And then I was onto the track for 300 meters of childlike excitement. I was excited to be done. I was excited to be the first one done. I was excited to be finishing faster than anyone ever in this race. But most of all I was excited for how amazingly fun and satisfying my run had been. If I was in to racing with a strategy this would have been the perfect strategy. everything had played out almost perfectly for me. I've had days in which I've been much stronger physically, but I don't think I've ever had a race where I was as strong as this mentally. To struggle for 25+ miles in one of the most competitive 100 mile trail races ever and still be able to find a way to win doesn't happen without some serious mental patience, strength, and stubborness.
And so I made my way around the track with a huge smile on my face. I slapped hands with everyone lined up down the straightaway to the finish and I jogged slowly across the finish line. And I sat. And all the fatigue and pain went out of my body. My Dad and Brother who had been out on the course as my crew all day were there, and hundreds of other people were there. And for the next 2 or 3 hours I don't remember much of anything. I talked to a lot of people. I talked to Tony for a few seconds after a congratulatory hug at the finish. I would have liked to talk to Tony for hours about his experience. Hopefully we'll get a chance to do that sometime in the future.
The smoke still hasn't completely settled from this, but now my life is pretty much back to normal. I'm back to Alaska. Back to work. Still haven't been able to run yet. Maybe try to get out for 3 or 4 miles tomorrow. I'm not really sore still, but very tired in my legs. The swarm of attention from media, friends, and strangers has been shocking. I knew Western States had a lot bigger following than any race I've ever run but I really didn't know that it was this much. It's been a little overwhelming at times, but mostly nice to talk with people about this run. I feel like I still need to talk about it a little more to get it worked through my mind and be able to move on. Almost every few hours I find myself drifting back to this race in my mind and I remember some part of the race which I hadn't previously thought about, and often these previously forgoten moments feel really important. I guess after a race like this I might expect this to keep happening to some extent for the rest of my life.
The only other thing I should say is a huge thank you to all of my friends and family who supported me in one way or another for this run. Notably my Dad and Brother who flew out from New York to be my support crew for this one. It was awesome having them out there. Also Dave Mackey, my pacer. It's easy to joke about me "dropping" him and presume that he wasn't that valuable because of that, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am quite certain I would not have been able to make the turn around in my race had I not had Dave's support. He seemed to know exactly what to say all the time to keep my mind in the right place. It was the ultimate selfless run on his part, one that I will be appreciate for the rest of my life. Also all of the voluunteers and fans out on the course on Saturday. It really was amazing just how many of you were out there. Good stuff. Also to all the racers who lined up and ran this race, specifically Kilian and Tony. It was an honor to race these guys (and everyone else in the race) and I can't wait to have a chance to do so again. And lastly the biggest thanks of all to my girlfriend who was back in Alaska for this one, but who gave me more support and strength in this endeveor than I would have thought possible. I'm one lucky man to have had all of your help and support. Thanks.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
It Doesn't Get Much Better Than That
Obviously I have a lot to say about my day yesterday. First though I shall catch up on sleep tonight and fly back to Alaska tomorrow morning. And then I'll try to post a full race report sometime in the next couple days. This one was EPIC. Unlike any race I've run before. Then again, they're all like that in their own way.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Liking The Way Things Are Going
Western States looks to be falling into place nicely.
My body is starting to adjust to the lack of oxygen up at high altitude. My resting heart rate has been over 50 pretty consistently as my body has been trying to adjust to the 7,500+ feet elevation that I've been at for the past 5 days. Yesterday though my heart rate began to come down and now today it's been as low as 42 most of the day. Should be very nicely adjusted by Saturday.
The weather has been really pleasant since I've been here. If the current forecast holds race day will be warm but not obnoxiously hot like it can be here this time of year.
The race will use a "snow route" between mile 9 and mile 24. We'll stay lower in that stretch and use 2 different aid stations than what we were supposed to. It sounds like we'll be running on a fair amount of snow the first 30 miles but being up here in the mountains around 8,000 feet for the past 5 days leads me to believe that by Saturday we won't be running on as much snow as many are projecting. There's pretty much no snow below 7,000 ft. and at 8,000 ft. right now there is only patchy snow in shaded areas. With another 4 days of sun I can't imagine there's going to be much more than the occasional patch of snow. Then again, the more snow the better as far as I'm concerned. I would imagine I've done more of my training on consolidated snow than anyone else who hopes to be running toward the front of the pack.
I'm staying in a hotel on the shores of Lake Tahoe tonight and then I'll be heading over to the Squaw Valley area tomorrow and looking for somewhere to camp for the next few nights. It's been weird having so much free time as I've had down here. I know that it's really important for me to be here right now, getting used to the climate and the altitude, but I've had so much idle time that it's been hard not to feel like I should be doing something more "productive" or more "busy." Probably by the end of this week I'll be adjusted to the free time and wish that I could stay here for another few weeks.
My body is starting to adjust to the lack of oxygen up at high altitude. My resting heart rate has been over 50 pretty consistently as my body has been trying to adjust to the 7,500+ feet elevation that I've been at for the past 5 days. Yesterday though my heart rate began to come down and now today it's been as low as 42 most of the day. Should be very nicely adjusted by Saturday.
The weather has been really pleasant since I've been here. If the current forecast holds race day will be warm but not obnoxiously hot like it can be here this time of year.
The race will use a "snow route" between mile 9 and mile 24. We'll stay lower in that stretch and use 2 different aid stations than what we were supposed to. It sounds like we'll be running on a fair amount of snow the first 30 miles but being up here in the mountains around 8,000 feet for the past 5 days leads me to believe that by Saturday we won't be running on as much snow as many are projecting. There's pretty much no snow below 7,000 ft. and at 8,000 ft. right now there is only patchy snow in shaded areas. With another 4 days of sun I can't imagine there's going to be much more than the occasional patch of snow. Then again, the more snow the better as far as I'm concerned. I would imagine I've done more of my training on consolidated snow than anyone else who hopes to be running toward the front of the pack.
I'm staying in a hotel on the shores of Lake Tahoe tonight and then I'll be heading over to the Squaw Valley area tomorrow and looking for somewhere to camp for the next few nights. It's been weird having so much free time as I've had down here. I know that it's really important for me to be here right now, getting used to the climate and the altitude, but I've had so much idle time that it's been hard not to feel like I should be doing something more "productive" or more "busy." Probably by the end of this week I'll be adjusted to the free time and wish that I could stay here for another few weeks.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Inching Closer
Just wrapping up a nice 18 day training binge (275 miles in 18 days with 2 days completely off so only 16 days of running) before a two week taper leading up to Western States. Got in a 40 miler yesterday and then a tough 13 miles early this morning. I was surprised to feel pretty strong and fresh after 53 miles in 23 hours.
I leave Juneau on Thursday of this week to head down to California where I will spend 9 days leading up to the race trying to acclimatize to the heat and elevation. I'm really excited to spend 9 days camping in the Sierra's with no agenda - just sleeping a lot, running a bit, eating everything in sight, and trying to stay nice and relaxed about June 26th. Maybe I'll even find some time to catch up on some reading that I've more or less completely neglected ever since the weather here in Alaska got nice about a month ago and stayed that way until 3 days ago. I don't even want to talk about what the weather has done here in the last 3 days. If you haven't lived in Southeast Alaska you probably wouldn't understand anyway.
You'd think I'd have more to say about Western States just two weeks from the big day. Truth is though I haven't spent too much time thinking about it. Running 100 miles is hard enough on the day of the race so I try not to make it even harder by focusing too much on it before race day. My plan is to show up on the morning of the 26th ready to run all day through some beautiful mountains and canyons. Maybe I'll even be fortunate enough to get to the finish line in Auburn before anyone else that day, but I certainly can think of dozens of scenarios in which I don't get there first but still have an entirely satisfying day of running. There's something special about running 100 miles that can trump the competitive outcome of the race entirely... or at least I presume this to be the case, but having "won" every 100 I've ever run it's maybe hard for me to say this with any credibility. At any rate, I feel very prepared for the possiblity of not winning this race. Now I just need to see if I can find a way in the next two weeks to prepare myself for the possibility of winning it.
I leave Juneau on Thursday of this week to head down to California where I will spend 9 days leading up to the race trying to acclimatize to the heat and elevation. I'm really excited to spend 9 days camping in the Sierra's with no agenda - just sleeping a lot, running a bit, eating everything in sight, and trying to stay nice and relaxed about June 26th. Maybe I'll even find some time to catch up on some reading that I've more or less completely neglected ever since the weather here in Alaska got nice about a month ago and stayed that way until 3 days ago. I don't even want to talk about what the weather has done here in the last 3 days. If you haven't lived in Southeast Alaska you probably wouldn't understand anyway.
You'd think I'd have more to say about Western States just two weeks from the big day. Truth is though I haven't spent too much time thinking about it. Running 100 miles is hard enough on the day of the race so I try not to make it even harder by focusing too much on it before race day. My plan is to show up on the morning of the 26th ready to run all day through some beautiful mountains and canyons. Maybe I'll even be fortunate enough to get to the finish line in Auburn before anyone else that day, but I certainly can think of dozens of scenarios in which I don't get there first but still have an entirely satisfying day of running. There's something special about running 100 miles that can trump the competitive outcome of the race entirely... or at least I presume this to be the case, but having "won" every 100 I've ever run it's maybe hard for me to say this with any credibility. At any rate, I feel very prepared for the possiblity of not winning this race. Now I just need to see if I can find a way in the next two weeks to prepare myself for the possibility of winning it.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A Few Random Thoughts
Here's a little audio clip from a local radio program that I was on last week to promote the presentation that I gave last Friday: http://www.ktoo.org/audiofile.cfm?clip=4651 The segment that I am on begins at about 13:20. Nothing too exciting in this clip but I know at least my Mom will like to listen to it.
Got out for another pretty long run today. I've done my highest mileage week right now in over a year: 115 miles - even with a day off on Monday. I'll cut back a bit in the next week and then a good long 30+ miler next weekend before a nice two week taper for Western States. I'll be heading down to California on the 17th and spend 8 days before the race getting used to the elevation, the sun, and the heat. I really like the way my body has been feeling with the increased mileage that I've done the past week. I don't feel fast right now but I feel as strong as I ever have. And the longer I go the stronger I feel. A good spot to be a few weeks before a 100 miler.
I was thinking a bit during my run today about my training leading up to this race compared to one of my main competitors on June 26th, Tony Krupicka. Here's run almost twice as much mileage for the year as I have; His most recent week was almost 200 miles; and in the month of May, which he called his "worst" month of running in '10, he ran about 200 miles more than I did. It's amazing to me sometimes to see how different two paths can be to come together at the same place. My approach has clearly worked for me and his approach has clearly worked for him (if I'm not mistaken I don't think he has ever been beaten in an ultra that he finished!). In many ways that seems to be the end of the similarity between our styles of training, and yet we've both been able to find large amounts of success. Just an interesting thought. Nothing more to say about that now.
Got out for another pretty long run today. I've done my highest mileage week right now in over a year: 115 miles - even with a day off on Monday. I'll cut back a bit in the next week and then a good long 30+ miler next weekend before a nice two week taper for Western States. I'll be heading down to California on the 17th and spend 8 days before the race getting used to the elevation, the sun, and the heat. I really like the way my body has been feeling with the increased mileage that I've done the past week. I don't feel fast right now but I feel as strong as I ever have. And the longer I go the stronger I feel. A good spot to be a few weeks before a 100 miler.
I was thinking a bit during my run today about my training leading up to this race compared to one of my main competitors on June 26th, Tony Krupicka. Here's run almost twice as much mileage for the year as I have; His most recent week was almost 200 miles; and in the month of May, which he called his "worst" month of running in '10, he ran about 200 miles more than I did. It's amazing to me sometimes to see how different two paths can be to come together at the same place. My approach has clearly worked for me and his approach has clearly worked for him (if I'm not mistaken I don't think he has ever been beaten in an ultra that he finished!). In many ways that seems to be the end of the similarity between our styles of training, and yet we've both been able to find large amounts of success. Just an interesting thought. Nothing more to say about that now.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Juneau Ridge...
Ran it today in 1 hour 57 minutes. To those in Juneau you know what this means. For those not here in Juneau I can summarize for you: I'm in really good shape. Especially considering that I wasn't really feeling that great today and the conditions are already starting to get slow because there isn't nearly enough snow anymore to make it optimal for speed. As far as I know this was about 20 minutes faster than the fastest known time on this route and about 40 minutes faster than I've ever done it.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Slow Days Of Summer
Summer has come here in Juneau. It's been up near 70 degrees everyday this week and just in the past 10 days the snowpack in the mountains here has gone from too much snow for easy running to almost no snow in many places. Just in time for a training binge. Hoping to get in about 70 miles in the next 3 days.
Overall I've been feeling really good in my preparations for Western States. I was proud of myself earlier this week when I decided to do a 4 day active recovery phase in my training and I actually stuck to that plan. I think I only ran 33 miles in that 4 days. And so now I feel fresh and ready to hit it hard for about 8 or 10 days before beginning a gradual taper down to race day.
I have no idea what will unfold on June 26th, but to this point I couldn't be more pleased with the way my training and racing has gone this entire year. I think I had so much fun and so much success in my running last year that I almost expected there would be a let down this year. Not the case though. I feel as strong in body and mind as ever and I've been enjoying my training and racing maybe even a bit more this year.
One last note: for anyone here in Juneau I will be giving a little talk/presentation tonight at Foggy Mountain Shop at 7 pm. Montrail and Mountain Hardwear have provided all kinds of great raffle items (shoes, shirts, hats, etc) so most everyone should go home with something. Hope to see lots of familiar faces there.
Overall I've been feeling really good in my preparations for Western States. I was proud of myself earlier this week when I decided to do a 4 day active recovery phase in my training and I actually stuck to that plan. I think I only ran 33 miles in that 4 days. And so now I feel fresh and ready to hit it hard for about 8 or 10 days before beginning a gradual taper down to race day.
I have no idea what will unfold on June 26th, but to this point I couldn't be more pleased with the way my training and racing has gone this entire year. I think I had so much fun and so much success in my running last year that I almost expected there would be a let down this year. Not the case though. I feel as strong in body and mind as ever and I've been enjoying my training and racing maybe even a bit more this year.
One last note: for anyone here in Juneau I will be giving a little talk/presentation tonight at Foggy Mountain Shop at 7 pm. Montrail and Mountain Hardwear have provided all kinds of great raffle items (shoes, shirts, hats, etc) so most everyone should go home with something. Hope to see lots of familiar faces there.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Six Weeks
I've been feeling pretty solid since returning to Alaska on Monday. This is the quickest I've ever recovered from any Ultra. I didn't run until Tuesday but I was never once sore, just a bit tired on Sunday and Monday - by Wednesday I felt as good as I've felt on a run in a long time.
In the end Bear Mountain turned out to be a perfect long "training run" for Western States. I feel really good about where I'm at with 6 weeks to go before what will be my first 100 in 9 months. I find myself thinking a lot more about this race then I have leading up to any race in awhile. On most of my runs this week it was hard not to end up with my mind wandering to thoughts about crew/pacer logistics, heat/elevation acclimatization, and especially about the exciting race at the front of the pack that I hope to be a part of. Something's going to have to give in this one. Hal has won this race two years in a row; Tony has never lost any ultra that he's finished; I've set a course record on every single 100 mile course I've run; and most people in Europe believe that Killian is unbeatable in this one. And then beyond this there are half a dozen or so other guys who could also find a way to scratch and claw their way to the finish in Auburn before everyone else.
It should be really fun to be a part of this. I like my chances of having a satisfying race. I'm stronger, smarter, and more confident as a competitor than I've ever been. I feel very optimistic that this will be one of the most fun races I'll ever be a part of. And perhaps the best part is that as excited as I am for June 26th, I'm just as excited for the training runs that I'll be doing between now and then.
In the end Bear Mountain turned out to be a perfect long "training run" for Western States. I feel really good about where I'm at with 6 weeks to go before what will be my first 100 in 9 months. I find myself thinking a lot more about this race then I have leading up to any race in awhile. On most of my runs this week it was hard not to end up with my mind wandering to thoughts about crew/pacer logistics, heat/elevation acclimatization, and especially about the exciting race at the front of the pack that I hope to be a part of. Something's going to have to give in this one. Hal has won this race two years in a row; Tony has never lost any ultra that he's finished; I've set a course record on every single 100 mile course I've run; and most people in Europe believe that Killian is unbeatable in this one. And then beyond this there are half a dozen or so other guys who could also find a way to scratch and claw their way to the finish in Auburn before everyone else.
It should be really fun to be a part of this. I like my chances of having a satisfying race. I'm stronger, smarter, and more confident as a competitor than I've ever been. I feel very optimistic that this will be one of the most fun races I'll ever be a part of. And perhaps the best part is that as excited as I am for June 26th, I'm just as excited for the training runs that I'll be doing between now and then.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Bear Mountain Race Report
Going into the Bear Mountain 50 miler this past weekend my biggest concern was how little sleep I was likely to have in the 48 hours leading up to the race. Like so many races this one starts at a ridiculously early hour and it's located in a time zone 4 hours ahead of where I was coming from. This meant that to get a decent amount of sleep the night before the race I would need to be asleep by about 4pm Alaska time. Needless to say I didn't get up Saturday morning feeling very rested. I had slept only ~8 hours in the last two nights combined and I had spent all day Thursday crammed into airplanes (8 hours of flying time from Juneau to Newark) and eating crappy food at airports (4 hour layover in Seattle).
Once the race started though I felt really relaxed. No one pushed the pace hard from the start and I was able to just run really smooth and with no pressure. For the first 15-20 miles the pace felt more to me like the start of a 100 miler than the start of a 50. With this kind of pace we had a decent sized lead pack. There were 7 or 8 of us through mile 15 and then around mile 20 I noticed the pack was down to just 4 of us. Shortly after that Leigh Schmitt and I pulled out of view of the others and ran together for an hour or more. Still the pace felt really relaxed and I felt no pressure or desire to push any harder. Eventually though I pulled away from Leigh and for the rest of the day I cruised along by myself.
I never really felt very tired all day but I also never really felt like I had a much faster gear. I just kind of plugged along at my steady pace and eventually I was done. I'm sure I could run this course a fair amount faster than my 7:06 finishing time, but this past weekend I don't think my body wanted to push any harder than I did. In many ways this race felt more like a training run than a race. I never really felt like any other runners put any pressure on me to run a faster pace than I wanted to so I was able to determine my own desired pace the entire time. My legs weren't even sore when I finished. I was even able to drive over to the aid station at mile 40 and run a mile or so with my friend Dan who was running his first ever race longer than a 10k!
Bear Mountain is a super rocky course but there isn't a whole lot of climbing. I don't think there's a place anywhere in the race when you are climbing continual for more than 2 or 3 minutes. That said though, I would recommend this course to anyone looking for a challenging 50 miler. It's almost all trail and there are some great views up on ridges and really beautiful forests. Of course you can't really take your eyes off the rocks on the trail to enjoy any of the views, but it's still nice feeling yourself surrounded by this kind of beauty.
I feel really good about how strong my body felt and what this means moving forward with less than 7 weeks until Western States. In all this was a really great weekend trip. Got to see most of my family (I had a contingency of 15 family and friends at the race); got to see my friend Dan finish his first ultra ever; and was able to pay for my entire trip with the $1000 prize money for winning the race.
Once the race started though I felt really relaxed. No one pushed the pace hard from the start and I was able to just run really smooth and with no pressure. For the first 15-20 miles the pace felt more to me like the start of a 100 miler than the start of a 50. With this kind of pace we had a decent sized lead pack. There were 7 or 8 of us through mile 15 and then around mile 20 I noticed the pack was down to just 4 of us. Shortly after that Leigh Schmitt and I pulled out of view of the others and ran together for an hour or more. Still the pace felt really relaxed and I felt no pressure or desire to push any harder. Eventually though I pulled away from Leigh and for the rest of the day I cruised along by myself.
I never really felt very tired all day but I also never really felt like I had a much faster gear. I just kind of plugged along at my steady pace and eventually I was done. I'm sure I could run this course a fair amount faster than my 7:06 finishing time, but this past weekend I don't think my body wanted to push any harder than I did. In many ways this race felt more like a training run than a race. I never really felt like any other runners put any pressure on me to run a faster pace than I wanted to so I was able to determine my own desired pace the entire time. My legs weren't even sore when I finished. I was even able to drive over to the aid station at mile 40 and run a mile or so with my friend Dan who was running his first ever race longer than a 10k!
Bear Mountain is a super rocky course but there isn't a whole lot of climbing. I don't think there's a place anywhere in the race when you are climbing continual for more than 2 or 3 minutes. That said though, I would recommend this course to anyone looking for a challenging 50 miler. It's almost all trail and there are some great views up on ridges and really beautiful forests. Of course you can't really take your eyes off the rocks on the trail to enjoy any of the views, but it's still nice feeling yourself surrounded by this kind of beauty.
I feel really good about how strong my body felt and what this means moving forward with less than 7 weeks until Western States. In all this was a really great weekend trip. Got to see most of my family (I had a contingency of 15 family and friends at the race); got to see my friend Dan finish his first ultra ever; and was able to pay for my entire trip with the $1000 prize money for winning the race.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Another Month Another Race
I'll be heading East this weekend to race another 50 miler: The North Face Endurance Challenge, Northeast region race. This one will be a little more "low key" than my previous race (American River) and a lot more low key than my next race (Western States), but it's hard to call it "low key" as it has a $1000 first place purse and a pretty solid field including my 3rd straight race against Max King.
Racing in New York will be a lot nicer for my family, which all live there, than for me. I'm doing the whole race as a 4 day trip and will probably be more exhausted from all the travel than from the race itself. I'm excited to race again though. It's felt like a long time since American River and I know that I've gotten myself into even a bit better shape then I was a month ago. As my last "tune up" before Western States it'd be great to feel really strong this weekend, but I know that feeling that way is such a fickle thing, not something that can be counted on just because I'm in good shape.
Another thing that's really exciting for me about this one is that one of my best friend's here in Juneau is heading out East to do this one as well. This will be his first 50 miler and his first run ever over ~30 miles. I think I'm more anxious for him than I am for me. I can't wait to see what his experience is like. Hopefully he doesn't decide he never wants to run again because he's become my most consistent training companion.
Racing in New York will be a lot nicer for my family, which all live there, than for me. I'm doing the whole race as a 4 day trip and will probably be more exhausted from all the travel than from the race itself. I'm excited to race again though. It's felt like a long time since American River and I know that I've gotten myself into even a bit better shape then I was a month ago. As my last "tune up" before Western States it'd be great to feel really strong this weekend, but I know that feeling that way is such a fickle thing, not something that can be counted on just because I'm in good shape.
Another thing that's really exciting for me about this one is that one of my best friend's here in Juneau is heading out East to do this one as well. This will be his first 50 miler and his first run ever over ~30 miles. I think I'm more anxious for him than I am for me. I can't wait to see what his experience is like. Hopefully he doesn't decide he never wants to run again because he's become my most consistent training companion.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Starting To Think A Bit About June 26th
Somehow a rumor got started last month that I was going to be running Miwok. This was never something I was planning and I'm not sure how that rumor got started, but I did feel a bit bummed today to not be running. I've still got some unfinished business with that race and it would have been fun to run against Tony K. for the first time ever. Hopefully we both stay healthy and get a chance to race each other in June at Western States. Having Tony in Western States is going to make an already stellar field even that much stronger. This might sound like a really bold statement but I think only weather (snowpack, heat, mud, etc) can keep the course record from being seriously challenged this year. There are at least 4 runners who will be toeing the line on June 26th who could potentially run sub 16 hours. Scott Jurek's record of 15:36 will most likely stand but if 2 or 3 guys are having a good day that day I believe we could push each other below that time - Much like Karl and I at Wasatch last year. I think one would be crazy to argue against Hal as the Western States favorite (especially after he ran 8:20 at Miwok today), but he's going to have one of the best days of running he's ever had to win it.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Ready To Hit The Alpine
I'm back in Juneau now and feeling really solid about my running moving toward the "serious" racing season. Went out for an easy 24 mile run today in which I might have felt better than I ever have after 24 miles of running. It was one of those days that I would die for on a race day. Felt like I could run forever with almost no effort.
In a couple weeks I'll be heading out to New York to race the North Face 50 miler at Bear Mountain and then it'll be 7 weeks of final Western States preparation here in Juneau. I might not be entirely ready for the heat at Western States by being here in Juneau leading up to it, but there are few runners, if any, who will be running on as challenging and scenic terrain in their weeks leading up to Western States as I will.
I've got big plans for my training here in Juneau this spring and summer. I did a lot of off trail runs up onto the mountain ridges around here last year, but my craving for this year is to make last summer seem like the tip of the iceberg. I'm almost getting to the point of obsession with this. We still have quite a lot of snow in the mountains here, but more and more I'm feeling like a caged animal just waiting for the snow to melt a little bit more before I begin my almost daily assault of the high terrain in these parts. It might sound a little crazy but I'm so excited for the training that I'll be doing to get ready for Western States and UTMB that I almost feel like the races themselves are just a side effect of all the mountain ridge bliss that I'll be experiencing the next 4 months.
In a couple weeks I'll be heading out to New York to race the North Face 50 miler at Bear Mountain and then it'll be 7 weeks of final Western States preparation here in Juneau. I might not be entirely ready for the heat at Western States by being here in Juneau leading up to it, but there are few runners, if any, who will be running on as challenging and scenic terrain in their weeks leading up to Western States as I will.
I've got big plans for my training here in Juneau this spring and summer. I did a lot of off trail runs up onto the mountain ridges around here last year, but my craving for this year is to make last summer seem like the tip of the iceberg. I'm almost getting to the point of obsession with this. We still have quite a lot of snow in the mountains here, but more and more I'm feeling like a caged animal just waiting for the snow to melt a little bit more before I begin my almost daily assault of the high terrain in these parts. It might sound a little crazy but I'm so excited for the training that I'll be doing to get ready for Western States and UTMB that I almost feel like the races themselves are just a side effect of all the mountain ridge bliss that I'll be experiencing the next 4 months.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
1 For 6
I was finally able to get my California Jinx out of my system. I've never lost an Ultra marathon anywhere other than California but in California I had lost all 5 that I had run before yesterday. Hopefully this is the start of at least two California wins in a row.
The American River 50 went pretty well yesterday. It felt a bit too much like a road race for my liking, but I had a lot of fun with it nonetheless. I felt good most of the day, but I never felt really confident for any long periods of time. I kept wanting to find the kind of groove that I got into last November at Mountain Masochist but I couldn't ever quite get there for more than a few minutes at a time. I felt better as the tougher terrain came up in the last 20 miles, but unfortunately for my liking the tougher terrain was still pretty smooth and flat. I was physically pretty tired at this point, and at times felt like I was stuck in mud and could hardly move, but mentally it felt really nice to be on trails and climbing up and down a little bit.
When it was said and done I was able to pull away for the win (I took the lead for good with about 18 miles to go and never saw another runner after that) and squeak across the finish line in just under 5:50. I was very pleased with my race from a competitive standpoint, but I do still feel a little like my body is in early season form and will hopefully feel stronger and stronger as the season moves forward. Or perhaps it was the 30 miles of pavement that made my body feel a bit "off".
The American River 50 went pretty well yesterday. It felt a bit too much like a road race for my liking, but I had a lot of fun with it nonetheless. I felt good most of the day, but I never felt really confident for any long periods of time. I kept wanting to find the kind of groove that I got into last November at Mountain Masochist but I couldn't ever quite get there for more than a few minutes at a time. I felt better as the tougher terrain came up in the last 20 miles, but unfortunately for my liking the tougher terrain was still pretty smooth and flat. I was physically pretty tired at this point, and at times felt like I was stuck in mud and could hardly move, but mentally it felt really nice to be on trails and climbing up and down a little bit.
When it was said and done I was able to pull away for the win (I took the lead for good with about 18 miles to go and never saw another runner after that) and squeak across the finish line in just under 5:50. I was very pleased with my race from a competitive standpoint, but I do still feel a little like my body is in early season form and will hopefully feel stronger and stronger as the season moves forward. Or perhaps it was the 30 miles of pavement that made my body feel a bit "off".
Monday, April 5, 2010
Laying Low In The Desert
I've been keeping a low profile down in the wilderness of Southern Utah for the past few weeks. Lots of running in the desert down around Zion, Capitol Reef, and Moab. These desert trails are a lot different than the trails I'm used to running on in Juneau. Very dry and hard as compared to the mud and roots I'm used to, but really fun and challenging.
For about a week after Way Too Cool I kept feeling pretty frustrated about my misfortune in that race but finally I came to accept it and take a lot of confidence with me from the fact that I ever even had myself in position to win that race. That wasn't really a position I ever expected to be in. Not to take anything away from Leor or Max. They both beat me in that race, as route finding is every bit as much a part of trail racing as the physical strength component. It felt good though to draw from the confidence of having been strong enough and fast enough to be in the position I was in 27 miles into that race. That experience combined with the great training I've had in the few weeks since then has me feeling very strong and confident going into The American River 50 this coming weekend and then on into the rest of the season. I've still got a ways to go to be right where I want to be for Western States but I feel like my path to that point couldn't have been any better than it's been in the past few months.
For about a week after Way Too Cool I kept feeling pretty frustrated about my misfortune in that race but finally I came to accept it and take a lot of confidence with me from the fact that I ever even had myself in position to win that race. That wasn't really a position I ever expected to be in. Not to take anything away from Leor or Max. They both beat me in that race, as route finding is every bit as much a part of trail racing as the physical strength component. It felt good though to draw from the confidence of having been strong enough and fast enough to be in the position I was in 27 miles into that race. That experience combined with the great training I've had in the few weeks since then has me feeling very strong and confident going into The American River 50 this coming weekend and then on into the rest of the season. I've still got a ways to go to be right where I want to be for Western States but I feel like my path to that point couldn't have been any better than it's been in the past few months.
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