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Friday, April 6, 2018

2018 Georgia Death Race

Saturday I ran the Georgia Death Race for the 3rd time and was lucky enough to come away with the win and a Golden Ticket to the 2018 Western States.

The timing of the Georgia Death Race was very good this year as I finished up finals about a week before the race and then spent spring break visiting my grandparents in Florida.  The trip to Florida was brief, but it was great to see my grandparents and my aunt and cousin who were also visiting while we were there.

Mom, Dad, and I got to play a little bit of golf, go kayaking on the Weeki Wachee River, and spend an enjoyable couple days with family.  My brother Jacob didn't join us this year as he's in school at NAU and their spring break was a week earlier.  He had a fun time rafting the San Juan River with some friends, then running across Zion National Park a few days later.

Two days before the race we made the drive from Florida up to Georgia.  Although it was 8 hours on google maps, it took us about 10 which made the day pretty long.  But that's why we drove up Thursday.  We knew I'd need a day to relax and loosen up my legs after a long day in the car.

The pre-race meeting and checkin were not until 5 pm on Friday so I relaxed for most of Friday morning and went for a short walk from Vogel State Park.  Mom was able to get a cabin at Vogel, which is where the race starts, so I was able to walk the first couple miles of the course.

Pre-race interview
After the pre-race meeting at Amicalola Falls State Park, we drove back to Vogel and headed to bed.  I wanted to get as much sleep as I could as I knew that 5 am would come early.

Saturday morning I got up at 3:15, ate a small breakfast, then headed down the start line for checkin.  After getting my railroad spike which I would carry during the race, I headed back to the cabin to stay warm and wait for the start.

At 5 am, we counted down the last few seconds then took off into the dark.  Leaving Vogel State Park, we started on a paved road which quickly gave way to a wide trail, then some narrower single track.  The pace felt easy enough so I moved into the lead as we began the gentle 1 mile climb out of Vogel.  Everyone was still running together, but no of us were talking much as the dark takes a bit of focus.

Pretty quickly the course crosses a paved road and descents down a wide trail to the base of the climb up Coosa Bald.  As we descended everyone started to spread out, but the top 20 runners were probably within a minute when we reached the bottom of the hill.  From there, the long climb up Coosa Bald began.

I started out running the climb up Coosa Bald and slowly pulled away from everyone else.  About 2/3 of the way up the climb, I needed to go to the bathroom, so I pulled off and took care of business.  I probably lost a little over 2 minutes and found myself around 15 place when I got back on the trail.  By the time we crested Coosa Bald I was back in the lead with a couple guys just a few steps behind me.

The initial descent of Coosa is steep and a little rocky, but still allows for fast running which lead to a fun downhill.  I pulled a little ways ahead of everyone as we passed through the aid station at White Oak Stomp about 5 minutes below the top of Coosa.

I didn't stop at White Oak Stomp and kept on rolling through the dark.  The full moon was beautiful, especially through the leafless trees in north Georgia, but I was ready for the sun to come out.  Night running takes a bit of extra focus and its much harder to see anything in the dark.

About 7am, my wish came true and the sky soon lightened enough to turn off my light.  In the valleys below the ridge I could see patches of fog, but over there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I came into Mulkey Gap feeling good and ran through that aid station too.  There were some patches of frost on the ridge and I started the race with a liter of water so I hadn't needed to drink much at that point.  There's a short climb out of the aid station with one of the few switchback on the course, so I tried to listen for cheering to see how much of a lead I had.  I heard some cheers about 5 minutes up the climb, so I knew where the guys behind me were.

The next section of the Duncan Ridge Trail has a quite a few steep ups and down, but I was feeling good so made good time through this section.  There's a lot of downhills in the section so I was cruising the downhills and grinding out the ups until I had to stop and go to the bathroom.  I rarely have to make a pit stop during a race but I think the reason for 2 this race was the early start.  5 am is 2 am on the west coast and I think my digestive system wasn't operating that early.  Anyhow, no one past me while I was hunkered down this time so I got back on the trail in the lead.

Climbing around mile 18
Feeling good and enjoying the morning cool

One more climb, then I started down the fast descent into Skeenah Gap.  Skeenah Gap had some significance as it was the first crew station and is a two mile round trip out and back.  Seeing crew is always nice and the out and back allowed me to see how the runners behind me were doing.

I rolled into Skeenah Gap feeling good and quickly lost my jacket, traded water bottles, and got some more VFuel gels.  Everyone was cheering and I was feeling good, so I started up the climb feeling strong and excited for the day ahead.

Putting on the breaks
The fastest crew in the west
Back up to the Duncan Ridge
The climb up from Skeenah Gap felt good and I didn't pass anyone until I had been climbing for 8 minutes.  I figured descending was twice as fast as climbing so I estimated a 12 minute lead.  My friend Caleb Denton and Bob Shebest were in 3rd and 4th so I was happy to see them running strong.

After the climb up from Skeenah Gap, the Duncan Ridge Trail is mostly downhill until Point Bravo.  I focused on running with minimal effort in this section while still making good time.  About 2 miles before Point Bravo, the trees started to open up a little and I could see the green valleys below.  I was picking my head up a little too much because I soon stumbled into a rocky section of trail and took a spill.

I made sure to take 10-20 seconds to get up, walk, and asses the damage.  Fortunately outside of a bashed knee there was pretty minimal damage.  Still, I walked for a few seconds to clear my mind and refocus.  I knew if I kept running my knee shouldn't get stiff so I got rolling again and soon came into Point Bravo.

At Point Bravo I filled up a water bottle and headed out quickly.  The aid station was a good boost of energy to start the climb over Tooni Mountain.  The climb went by quickly enough and soon I was descending down to the Swinging Bridge and the bottom of the rolling climb up to Long Creek.

The start of the climb was a bit steep but I kept chugging along and soon reached Sapling Gap aid station.  I refueled quickly and kept plodding along toward Long Creek.  The climbs were starting to be a bit of a grind, but I knew that all the steep climbing would be done by the time I reached Long Creek (with the exception of the stairs at the finish).

After rolling over a couple hills I popped out in a wide open meadow and made a left down to the road leading into Long Creek.  I don't remember looking out at the view in this section which is too bad because it was a much better place to look than were I fell coming into Point Bravo.  That's the downside of running fast through.  You get tired.

Anyhow, I hit the dirt road leading into Long Creek aid station and knew I was about 5 minutes away from the aid station.  For this first time during the race I was on a sustained flat section so I tried to pick up the pace and make good time.

I quickly filled up a bottle with some sports drink at Long Creek and headed on to Winding Stair.  The traverse to Winding Stair is mostly flat with some gentle downhill at the start and a little more up coming into Winding Stair.  I moved along pretty well in this section and passed a few landmarks I recognized from year's past.

My quads were feeling a bit tired on the downhills, but I felt strong on the final uphill coming into Winding Stair.  The climb isn't steep by any means, but its about the same grade as the long grind up to Nimblewill Gap at mile 60.  I figured if my climbing legs felt good here, they'd probably feel good climbing up to Nimblewill since that was the next significant climb on the course.

I saw my parents for the second time at Winding Stair and felt quite a bit more worn out than when I saw them 23 miles earlier.  Still, I got new bottles, some gels, and a hat and was out of the aid station quickly enough.  My quads were tired, so I wasn't relishing the descent down to Jake Bull, but I headed out as quickly as I could.

Leaving Winding Stair
The first 20 minutes of the descent down to Jake Bull is on a dirt road.  This is an easy place to make good time, so I did my best to open it up on the descent.  After that the course takes a left turn down onto some single track.  The trail had some rollers, but was mostly downhill and soon crossed Winding Stair road again.  I felt pretty strong in this section and aimed to keep up the pace to Jake Bull aid station.

The second half of the descent to Jake Bull is all trail and seems to have a few more rollers.  I did my best to move quickly in this section, but was certainly feeling my quads on the switchbacks and steeper downhills.  I soon passed the lake about 15 minutes before Jake Bull and could start to feel the day heating up.  This section is a little more open, and no longer downhill so that's why I noticed the heat.  I decided to dump some water on myself to cool down as I knew the aid station was close.

I rolled into Jake Bull and made sure to fill up both bottle and drink a little at the aid station as there was a long climb ahead.  The volunteers at Jake Bull were great and I was out of there quickly.

The first mile or two out of Jake Bull is on rolling trail where I passed a couple horses.  I'm not a huge fan of horses as they are usually a major pain to get around.  However this couple pulled of the trail for me and when I asked if I should walk by them they said it was fine to run.  I was very thankful they were so cooperative and easy to get around.  Thanks horse riders!

Soon I hit the paved Nimblewill Gap road which rolls along slowly gaining elevation for 2 miles before turning into dirt.  I was feeling hot and tired in this section, but kept moving along ok.  I was starting to think about runners catching up, but I guessed I would have heard something at the aid station if someone else was on my heels.

Regardless, I was happy when the paved road turned to dirt as there was a bit more shade in spots and I feel much more at home on potholed dirt road than a two lane paved road.  The couple miles of the road are gentle rollers, which offered some fast running.  I ran moderately fast, but not quite as fast as I'd hoped I could.  That's what happens when you get tired though, the easy sections become hard.

Soon the road started a steady grind up to Nimblewill Gap.  The grade was never very steep, but was a steady climb the whole way.  I don't think there's even a significant dip in the road the last 3 miles up to Nimblewill.  I kept chugging up the hill and saw the little gap where I thought Nimblewill aid station should be, but there was no aid station.  Maybe it was just around the next corner and this was one gap too early.

Once I reached the gap, there was flagging to head left.  This was where the aid station was in the past, but not this year.  That's why Sean had said it was 11.5 miles to Nimblewill from Jake Bull.  9 miles to here, but not to the new aid station location.  This didn't really bother me as I had plenty of water and knew I'd have to run this section anyways.

I plugged along on the slight uphill and tried my best to avoid the puddles left by some heavy rainfall a couple nights earlier.  I knew the road would level off and head downhill soon so I kept moving along knowing the running would get faster soon.

In my opinion, this stretch of road is kind of cool as it starts out as a very rutted old road and slowly expands into a wide gravel road.  Just as the road was widening out, I reached the aid station.  I got some sports drink and asked how far to the finish.  The said about 9 miles.

The first mile out of the aid station was on rolling gravel road and I felt like I ran pretty well through this section.  When I hit the trail, I kept moving along but it was a bit more technical then I expected. The trail didn't seem to have many straightaways and was a bit rocky in spots which made the running slow.  With tired quads the downhills on the twisting rocky trail were not my fastest of the day.

Fortunately the uphill were all fairly gentle so I was able to run them all pretty well.  I told myself I didn't have far to go, which helped me put a little extra energy into each climb.  Still the trail wasn't fast and it took a long time to reach Amicalola.

Once I hit the top of Amicalola the course descends down a rocky road which gives way to a rooted trail about half way down.  My dad was waiting for me at the top of the section and gave me a cheer as I ran by.

Just down...the up, then down

Moving OK, but ready to be done


At the bottom of the descent Mom was waiting.  She cheered me on as I started the last climb of the day.  From the bottom of Amicalola Falls there's some smooth dirt trail, followed by steeper paved trail, then a bunch of steps.  My plan was simple.  Run to the steps, then hike them two at a time till I reach the top.  I was ready to be done, but I stuck to the plan and chugged up to the top.


Running where I could on the steps
Up, up, up
I didn't look up.  If you do you'll see you aren't close to the top.


Dad was here again and gave me a cheer as I turned onto the short stretch of paved road before the last bit of trail to the finish.  There were a bunch of people cheering which gave me a some extra energy to keep on moving.  On the short section of road, Dad passed me in the car as he drove down to the finish.  He gave me a big cheer and was certainly more excited than I was at that point.

I turned left off the paved road and passed a volunteer waiting at the top of the east ridge trail which we would descend.  I headed down the east ridge as fast as I could, but never got going to fast as the trail was fairly technical and steep.  Oh yeah, and my quads were shot.  I knew there was one slight uphill on the descent and as I crested that I looked at my watch.  I though, maybe I can sneak under 11:30, but I really didn't know how far I had to go.

Some where on the descent we left the official trail because the next thing I new, I was skidding down a steep half-trail with the finish line in sight on the other side of the creek.  I managed my way down the descent and almost started to the bridge when I saw it blocked with flagging.  We don't use bridges at the Death Race, they make it darn easy.  The clock was ticking toward 11:30, so I stumble through the creek and ran though the finish line to get it done in under 11 and half.

Crashing through the creek

And stumbling toward the finish

The highlight of my day-being done

Really pumped about that trophy...actually just really tired
Boy was I glad to be done.  This was my first long ultra in almost 2 years and ended up being a pretty grueling finish.  I felt pretty good all day, but I was ready to be done for a long time.  But that made the finish just that much better.  It sure felt good to stop.

I want to thank Sean Blanton for putting on such a great race, because each year I do it, its a bit harder than the last time.  Also, thanks to We Run Racephotos for being out there and getting a lot of great pictures.  Most importantly thanks to all the volunteers for being out there.  You're encouragement and help is really the only reason anyone of us finishes.

Also thanks to my sponsors The North Face, Injinji, VFuel, and Squirrel's Nut Butter.  I really appreciate all that you do for me.

And a special thanks to my number one sponsor, Mom and Dad!  Without you guys crewing for me on race day and beyond there's no way I'd be where I am today.  Thanks!

I'll see you all in Squaw Valley this June!  Hopefully I'll get in some fun running before the big one.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

2012 McKenzie River 50M

I was working on our yearly Christmas letter, actually looking for an old letter to see how to start the new one, when I stumbled across this.  Its 5 years old now, but fun to read.  I didn't edit it at all, so there's probably a few typos.
Photo: Michael Lebowitz/Long Run Pictures

Ken Ward thought that I should write up how McKenzie River went, so here's what happened.
Coming in to the race I knew I could be fast, top ten, maybe top five. This was my third 50 miler but the first one I knew the course. Since I tend to do best climbing hills, I wanted to push the pace going up the river and then have enough left to finish going down.
When we started out in the dark, I just couldn't get relaxed and really enjoy the run. Maybe it was having to focus with only a flashlight to guide me, maybe it was running with so many people I didn't know. Usually I prefer to run alone or in a small group with people I know. Probably though, its hard to get excited at 5 in the morning. Once I took of my headlight and it started to get lighted I got really excited to run. I was around 8-10 miles into the race and I decided to really start to push the pace. I caught up with Todd Temple and talked with him for a few minutes and then took off up the river. I probably passed 10-15 people between then and Carmen and then left Carmen just ahead of Denise Bourassa. At the time I didn't know, but I was in 6th. I headed up toward the lake and I could feel my legs but still managed to hold a fast pace. I passed a couple more 50 milers before the turnaround and felt pretty good. Coming back through the turnaround I saw Denise again and I realized I was a mile ahead of her. I still felt great and made good time going around Clear Lake. I was lucky all the 50K runners were in small groups and let me pass right away so there was no hold up. When I got back to Carmen I was feeling good on the downs but on the small climbs (most are only a few hundred yards up) I could feel my legs getting tired. Coming into Carmen I was in third place but didn't know that until afterword. I was able to make good time coming out of Carmen and then flew through the lava near Tamolitch Pool. That is when I heard from some runners that I was either in second or third place. Going through the lava I caught Dan Olmstead who I recognized from the start. I asked him if he really was Dan, and if he was leading? He told me he was in second and the leader was about 7 minutes out. I kept hammering through the lava and in just a few minutes I caught my brother, Dennis Gamroth, and Scott Leonard. They all gave me a lot of encouragement which helped me keep going strong. By the time I reached the next aid station, maybe 12-14 miles to go, I was really feeling tired. My legs were tired from climbing hard early and I was only feeling alright from going so fast. Between then and the next aid, 9 miles to go, I passed a lot of 50K runners and asked how close I was to the leader. This was not very reliable information because the answers ranged from half an hour to 100 feet. A few people I caught told me that I looked better than the leader and was closing in. With 9 miles to go I got my vest filled half way with GU Brew and asked how far back I was. I heard it was maybe 3-4 minutes but they were not sure. From there I was just hoping to finish the race and not get passed by Dan or someone else I passed earlier. My legs were really hurting between then and Deer Creek aid with 6 miles to go. On the bridges there is usually a few steps up to them and down and I could feel my hamstrings and quads didn't have much left. I made it to Deer Creek in good time and my dad told me I was 3 minutes back of the leader. I knew from there I would have to give it all I had. I passed one 50K runner who got ahead of me at the aid station and then kept pushing as hard as I could. About 3 miles from the finish I saw Mike Rosling who told me "Catch him, he's right there" Just ahead of was a guy in yellow who I assumed was the leader. I caught him in less than 20 seconds and opened it up once he let me by. He said, "Don't worry, we're not in the same race." This really confused me because Mike said that was him but he said we were not running the same race. That didn't matter, I went flying away from him on the next down and caught up with another runner on the next small climb. I passed him as well but he said he was running the 50k. From that point I was just hoping for the race to end. My legs were hardly working although I was still cruising and I felt a little sick because I was working as hard as I ever have running. I passed one more walker who seemed to be involved in the race. He said I was in the lead and I asked "Isn't there someone still ahead?". He told me he was almost positive that I had the lead. From there it all ended in a hurry. It was easy, flat running down by the river and then I rounded the corner. There was the small hill leading to the finish and I could see people and the flags marking the finish line. I went flying across the finish and didn't know if I had won or not until my dad told me that I had just won. I must have been really moving because the guy in yellow, he really was the leader, came in about 2-3 minutes after me. All in all, it was a pretty awesome and I'm probably pretty lucky Dan Olmstead didn't run better that day. I just want to say thank you to all the runners who encouraged me during the race and to my mom and brother who's support meant a little something extra. Maybe my biggest thank you should be to my dad who was at Carmen reservoir both times, Deer Creek, and the finish. Without all the support, especially Mike Rosling telling me the leader was right there, I don't know if I would have run as well as I did. Most Important, I need to thank my mom who got me started running and has taken me to run every time I want to. When I was younger, she had to wait for me many times or run slower than she wanted but she alway let me run with her. Without her, I wouldn't have been able to run like I did Saturday.
I think my time was ~7:12. I have not seen the final results yet.
I got to meet John Ticer at the finish. It was cool since one of my first McKenzie River run experiences was walking along the McKenzie River trail with my dad and my brother thinking no runner would be coming for a while and then all of a sudden John Ticer comes flying across a bridge 10 minutes ahead of any other runner.(I think Scott Jurek was second)

I'm busy with school, band and soccer now so my running will be scaled down a bit. I play soccer with my brother for Corvallis HS. We play Sherwood, Tueday at 6 pm at the CHS turf field.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Deception Pass 50K

Friday we headed up to Oak Harbor, Washington for the Deception Pass 50K.  I was a very late entrant to the race and am very thankful that the crew at Rainshadow Running let me run the race!

This fall I strained my hip flexor which was a very similar injury to this spring.  This was very frustrating, but the last few weeks I was feeling pretty good wanted to run a race.  Partly I wanted to race, partly I longed for the awesome community surrounding ultra running.  So with about 4 weeks of healthy running I toed the start-line Saturday with minimal expectations.

The race started out on a gently rolling paved road as we quickly spread out.  Once we turned onto the trail about 1 mile in I was running in second place a few seconds behind Jesse Lang.  The short trail descent took us back by the start where I saw my parents and all the other folks who were still hanging out.

The trail became a bit more technical as we made our way along the water and up to the Deception Pass Bridge.  Jesse would pull a few seconds ahead on the ups and I would come back on the downhills.

We crossed the bridge and continued the pattern on some steeper trails as we weaved around the peninsulas.  There was very little rhythm to the running as we would take off on a minute long uphill, drop down the same distance, and continue on some slightly rolling trails before the next short hill.

The first 7 or 8 miles consists of a few short lollipop loops so we soon started to hit two way traffic.  Two way traffic definitely slowed things down, but fortunately the sections were relatively short and passing was usually easy.  Plus, all the runners were doing there best to avoid each other....I only ran into one person!  Haha, but seriously it was a bit unlucky.  We both moved to the same side to get out of each other's way.

With the the coastline section behind us, Jesse and I took off up the first sustained climb of the day.  I lead for the first part of the climb before he pulled away at the top.  It took me a little bit to catch up, but soon I reeled him in on the downhill.

We cruised along some rolling trails, crossed the Deception Pass Bridge, and then to a couple more climbs.  Jesse got away from me pretty quickly on the first climb.  He had been gaining on the short climbs all day, but when I hit the switchbacked descent he was completely out of sight which was quite demoralizing.  He had really pulled away at that point.

After that downhill I hit a steeper ascent which was about twice as long as the first one.  I started running the climb, but as the trail grew steeper I almost switched to a hike.  Then I realized, its just 50K.  While running this in a hundred miler would be silly, this race was going to take 1/4 as long.  I pushed hard up the whole hill and by the top had gained just a little ground on Jesse.  I saw him disappear over the top on the hill probably about 20 seconds ahead of me.

I ran the downhill fast and caught up with him as we hit the bottom of the descent.  From there the trail pops out on a mile long section of paved road.  I was running slightly behind Jesse at a relatively comfortable pace, when I decided to overtake him.

I realized that outside of a few hard uphills I was running at a fairly comfortable pace all day.  I started to pick up the pace and soon pulled into the lead.  I wasn't trying to make a definitive pass, but was able to slowly pull away.

I came to Cornet aid station at mile 14 with perhaps a 10 seconds lead.  Thanks to my excellent crew, I probably left with 20 seconds in the bank.

The road leaving Cornet quickly gave way to some smooth rolling trails.  I pushed a bit on all the ups, but kept running strong on the down and flats.  Earlier we were backing off once we crested the climbs, but now that I was alone I fell into my own rhythm.

After a couple miles of smooth trail, I made a hard right onto a steep climb.  James Varner was at the junction to point me in the right direction.  He said I was ahead on course record pace which was nice to hear, but I didn't fully trust that.  I wanted to get back to Cornet and work through the number in my head to see if it would all add up.

The steep climb was a straightaway, so atop the climb I looked back to see if anyone was coming form behind.  Not a soul.  That meant I had at least a 1 minute lead.  A quick down then some rolling trails which felt a bit slow.  The trail was level, but with enough undulations and turns that I wasn't moving as quick as earlier.

Soon the course turned off on another trail which quickly made a steep climb up to a logging road.  After just a few minutes on the logging road, I made a hard right onto some a nice trail.  Looking back up the road, I knew I still had at least 30 seconds, but was optimistic it was a bit more.

The trails rolled along, slowly losing elevation as I made my way back to Cornet aid station.  I felt like I had a slight side stitch, so I backed of the pace ever so slightly as I continued down to the aid station.  I wasn't all that concerned.  I've had a couple side stitches before and for me they are worst on the downhills, but OK once I start climbing again.  I figured once I reached the aid station I'd have 3-4 miles to things sorted out before I made a push to the finish.

I popped out on the paved road and ran the 1/4 mile into Cornet aid station.  I made a quick water bottle exchange with my parents and turned around to head back up the road and onto loop two.  Checking my watch as I left the aid station I figured that I had a 1:50 lead on Jesse Lang.

I was happy with that, especially since I was still feeling pretty darn good.  I pushed through the gentle rollers feeling strong.  The stitch in my side was still there, but wasn't much of an issue.  Still, I wanted to it go away so I could put the pedal to the metal and finish the race fast.  At the aid station I figured I was on pace to break 3:50, so that gave me a good target to shoot for.

I hit the hard right, and began the short steep climb that followed.  My legs didn't feel quite as fresh as loop 1, but I still had no problem running the climb.  I looked back to make sure I still had at least a 1 minute lead.  Yep.

I ran down the backside of the hill, passing a couple runners who were on their first loop.  Soon I turned onto the twisting turning trail and passed another runner.  I felt good and when I left the twisting trail and turned on to the steep climb to the road.  I made sure to run hard the whole way.  No point saving anything now.

I hit logging road and started to pick up the pace, but by the time I left the logging road, my side stitch was a bit worse.  Uh oh, it didn't go away on the ups and now it was worse that last loop.

So I resigned myself to running as quickly as I could while maintaining smooth easy breathing to try and rid myself of the stitch.  I was hoping to run hard through this section, especially since I calculated I will still on 3:50 pace leaving the logging road.

The trails rolled along and I made good time for the first half of the descent to Cornet.  Then things started getting quite a bit worse, my breathing was becoming pretty ragged and I was started to have a hard time sucking down enough air to keep going.  When I get a side stitch, I can't take a full breath, and as time goes on I'm forced to take progressively smaller breaths.

Knowing that trend, I realized this was really bad.  I might have to jog it in.  3:50, the course record, winning, those might all pass me by, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

About a half mile before Cornet aid station, Jesse caught up.  We ran side by side for a little as the trail was wide, then I tried to hang with him for a bit as I let him pass.  Nope, I needed to be able to get a full breath.  I could barely wheeze my way along so I stopped to walk.

I hoped 20-30 seconds of walking while taking deep breaths would be enough to get my wind back.  I felt that I had plenty of gas left in the tank to catch up and retake the lead, but I needed to be able to run!

No luck.  I managed to run into Cornet aid station probably 30 seconds behind Jesse.  The road section allowed me to see if he was pulling away or not.  I felt crappy, but as best as I could tell, I was hanging with him.

Still, something needed to change for me to make up ground and as my side stitch got worse, I stopped to walk.  20-30 seconds.  I massaged my left diaphragm.  Back to running.

I felt a little better, but soon was back to the painful reality that nothing had improved.  Soon my breathing became shorter and shorter.  I timed a section on the road and saw I was now over a minute behind.  Crap.

Another walk break, then back to running to the end of the road.  Perhaps the hill would help.  One last trail uphill to get things straightened out.  I was shuffling into the trailhead, but decided to try to push up the hill, hopefully things would improve.

Nope.  That was that.  I kept shuffling onward at a pace I could sustain without having to walk.  My race was done.  The hill ended soon enough and then I was on the final downhill.  I made my way down the hill and shuffled along the rolling, rocky trail along shore.  And finally into the finish chute.  I was sure happy to see that!

All in all, not quite the run I was hoping for, but I was happy none the less.  Given where I was just a few weeks ago, Saturday's run was as good as I could hope for.

While I complained a lot in this write up about not being able to run well at the end the race, that should not take anything from Jesse Lang's run.  He set the course record, he ran hard all 31 miles.  I had the lead and was on record pace with 5 miles to go, but its a 50K, not a marathon.

I got to catch up with Jesse after the race and we talked for a while.  He's a great guy as well as a great runner!  Sounds like he'll be looking for a Golden Ticket to Western States this year, so he's certainly a fast guy to watch up for.

I didn't get a chance to talk with Kathryn Drew after the race, but as top woman, she finished fourth overall and knocked 17+ minutes of the course record!  What a run!

As fun as the race itself was, hanging out afterword was probably even more fun.  Ultrarunners are such great people it was truly a blast to just hangout and talk.  I'm very thankful to be part of such a great community.


Here's what I used on race day:

Clothes:
TNF Better Than Naked 3.5" shorts
TNF Better Than Naked shirt
TNF ETIP gloves
Injinji Run Lightweight Mini-crew socks

Fuel:
VFuel: Salted Carmel Apple, Fudge Brownie, Mountain Berry, and Cool Citrus gels

Lube:
Squirrel's Nut Butter

Thursday, December 7, 2017

November in the Grand Canyon

This year Mom, Dad, and I met Jacob in Jacob Lake, AZ to go backpacking along the Bill Hall Trail on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  After and early flight to Las Vegas and a long drive through the Arizona Strip, we were happy to get out of the car and head into the Grand Canyon.

Last year we went on the same backpacking trip, but this year was a bit different.  Last year we drove through old snow to get to the rim, this year was probably the hottest weather we've had in the Canyon around Thanksgiving.  This year, Jacob was the only one in Flagstaff, so three of us were excited to see him.  And this year, we started into the Canyon on Thanksgiving.  We usually spend Thanksgiving below the rim, but this year Thanksgiving was on Mom's birthday which made it extra special!

We spent 3 night below the rim this year as we hiked the Thunder River/Deer Creek loop.  The lollipop loop drops off the North Rim and splits about 5 miles in.  We spent the first night on the Esplanade before the junction.  We were planning to go a bit further, but ran out of time because of our late start and the approaching darkness.

After the junction the trail turns down the Thunder River drainage to the Colorado River.  The trail follows the Colorado River for about 5 miles taking before arriving at the Deer Creek drainage.  We spend our second night here.

After Deer Creek the trail climbs up out of the Deer Creek drainage before rejoining the main Bill Hall trail.  Then the trail climbs back up the Esplanade and continues out of the canyon.  We spent our third night on the Esplanade not far from we're we camped on day 1.

The loop is around 30 miles, but over rough terrain.  With short winter days and a few side trips, we ended up hiking for nearly all of the daylight hours.

Starting into the Canyon on a sunny afternoon

A bit of smoky haze over the Canyon

Mom hiking down to the Esplanade

Almost down to the Esplanade

Mom and Dad traversing some cool slick rock

All the slick rock makes me think of Moab



Jacob in the dying light

Sometime the slick rock just changes color


Looking back up the second day's first descent


Looking down the Thunder River drainage

Mom on the trail, far below

Thunder River coming right out of the wall


Truly an oasis in the desert



The Colorado



Mom starting the walk along the river

Dad and Jacob


We didn't see anybody from about here out.  Yup, that's well over 1.5 days with no one but ourselves



Jacob on the climb into Deer Creek


Hiking along the river doesn't necessarily mean flat


Deer Creek



A dry lakebed above Deer Creek.  This was really cool

At the lake



Deer Creek Canyon, we headed down this to get to the Colorado.  There's a trail the whole way.


Almost to the River


Deer Creek Falls

You may be able to spot a fish here....or it might just look like water.  I can't see the fish in the picture, but there were few swimming around shortly before Deer Creek met the Colorado




Climbing back up from the river

Climbing with packs, always more fun

Steep climbing with packs, even more fun


Looking back toward Deer Creek drainage

Well, this hill was a little slower going up that coming down


Dad's last view of the Colorado


Back to the slick rock


Another sunset...pretty cool for us Oregonians


Heavy clouds for AZ, we call this sunny back home


Well, it was another great trip in the canyon.  The rugged beauty of the Southwest is truly amazing.  I love the wet Pacific Northwest, but there's nothing like a trip the Grand Canyon in November.  In my opinion its the best time to go.  Dry weather and moderate temperatures in the canyon.

And sorry its taken me a while to get these photos up.  When we got back to Oregon after our Thanksgiving trip, I had these pesky things called finals to deal with.  You have to study for them and it takes an amazing amount of your time.  Fortunately I finished up my three finals yesterday so now I have a few weeks off.