Thursday, October 6, 2011

Forest Park Marathon Race Report


Like the race, I'll keep this short and sweet...

The Inaugural Forest Park Marathon and Half-Marathon, serving as a fund-raiser for Forest Park Conservancy, saw close to 300 runners take to the trails last Saturday.  It was a huge success.  Everyone seemed to have a good time out there and the event was a lot of fun and very well organized.  A great local race if you live in the area and enjoy running in spectacular Forest Park.

The original plan had been to be a spectator with the kids while Ruth did the half.  She and our good friend Penny had signed up well in advance and she had been doing some great training in getting ready for her first trail race and half marathon.  She tweaked her knee about three weeks before the race and it wasn't clear if she would be able to run.  About a week out, I decided I would run, and if she thought she could do it Penny's husband would watch the kids and bring them out.  She ran awesome and had a great time.  (look for a guest report soon?)


The course was a nice point to point route, starting on at the lower Saltzman gate, climbing Saltzman (gravel road) up to Leif Erikson (another gravel road), over to the Germantown parking lot where you take a short connector trail up to the Wildwood trail (a wonderful 30 mile stretch of singletrack), and run about 20 miles on Wildwood to the finish for both races at Lower Macleay Park.

From talking to co RD Todd Janssen (who also RDs Hagg Lake and Mt. Hood 50) at packet pick-up it seemed that there would only be a few of us running out front--Trevor, myself, and Andrew Schupp, a very fast local runner I run into a couple times a year.  Sure enough, the three of us seperated quickly and were soon far ahead in our own little group.  The race was on.

I fell into a pace that was quick but comfortable.  Andrew was right by my side and Trevor was hanging a few paces back.  I knew if I were to beat Trevor I had to try to get a lead early and tire him out, as he is much more comfortable and faster on the hillier trails.  In talking with Andrew, he told me he had Leavenworth in a couple weeks and was after a good training run.  If I was to get him I figured I would have to do it on the trails.  No rest for me.  Quick on the gravel and quick on the trails.  Bring it on.

By the time we got to the parking lot and transitioned to the single track, Trevor was maybe 20 seconds back and Andrew and I were shoulder to shoulder.  My legs were feeling good.

Honestly, the miles flew by.  I was really focused on just keeping a good pace and getting my fuel in regularly.  It wasn't long before Trevor had fallen back (although I was checking my shoulder all day) and it became apparent that I had an extra shadow.  Andrew was nobody's fool and it seemed except for some brief downhill sections (where I could always seem to seperate) he was glued to my shoulder.  I slowed on a couple of the hills to see what he would do and he would just tuck in right behind me.  I knew he could take off whenever he wanted, but seemed he was content to do it this way.  And actually, I am glad he did.  It kept me honest, on a good pace, and mentally in the run.

On the last climb before the peak of the course, Andrew finally broke free and made his move, putting probably 30 seconds on me by the top.  I hoped to get him on the way down but never saw him again.

crossing the finish line
 I pushed pretty hard the last 6 or 7 miles to the finish.  I crossed in 3:03:53.

Congrats to Andrew who won in 3:02:02, and Trevor who got 3rd in 3:12:03.

The post race festivities were a lot of fun.  Great food and drinks, a ton of awesome folks helping out, and plenty of room for the kids to get muddy.  I'll definitely be back.

Not sure what's next...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

McKenzie River 50k--DNS

Bailed.
Was planning on racing all week and looking forward to a fast run, but commitments at home and some uncertainty around the impact of fires in the race area made it fairly easy to change my mind.
I'm sure I'll be back another day--yesterday just wasn't the right time.

Friday, September 2, 2011

August

Only 12 runs in August.  (193 miles. 30,900 climb)
1959 miles on the year.  (134 runs.  201,000 climb.)
Far less volume than last year.  Lots of days off.  Very OK with that.

McKenzie River 50k coming up.  Fast course.  Missed a turn last year, making for a long day.  Hoping to wrap it up this year much quicker...

After that don't have any set plans/races.  I'm sure something will fall into place...




Saturday, August 27, 2011

2011 Waldo 100k



Waldo, quite simply, is a race to look forward to.  Ever since running it last year I couldn't wait to get back.  A beautiful course of 99%(!) singletrack in the mountains east of Eugene, there is little more you could ask for.  The views from Fuji Mtn. and Maiden Peak are literally breathtaking.  The trails are always in great shape.  The many volunteers are amazing.  The atmosphere at the event is fantastic.  RD Craig Thornley manages to nail every detail, but keeps the whole affair somehow extremely relaxed and easy going.  It is a great gift, and it matters not how you go about unwrapping it.

the mastermind at work
That being said, it is not an easy run.  62.5 miles is far any way you do it.  Add 11,000 feet of climb and you have a long day in front of you.  It takes tenacity and courage, patience and eagerness.  You have to be ready. 

Training had gone well.  No crazy volume, but consistent running.  And between the Mount Hood 50, hiking Defiance with Ruth, and the epic Hood circumnavigation, I had put a lot of crucial time on my feet in.  I'd done this before and knew what to expect.

map of the course

elevation profile


I found out Monday before the race that I had gotten a bid to do a large tile flooring job (I am a self-employed tile setter) for Stumptown's new coldbrew facility and it was on a very quick schedule.  700 sf hopefully done by the next Monday.  Ugh.  This was not going to be easy.  Monday night I got started...by Thursday afternoon I had 40 hours in already and I was jacked up.  There was no way I could enjoyably run.  The thought was unpleasant.  Luckily, there was a delay on some of the material and Friday ended up being slightly less demanding.  Thank God, because it ached just to walk.  Not the hurt of a long run, but localized in my knees and hips.  Go figure.  Anyhow, I got the truck loaded up, picked up the kids from school and Ruth from work, dropped the kids off at Grandma's (thank you, guys!), and Ruth and I hit the highway.  A little dinner, some passsenger seat acupuncture, some GPS shortcutting by Ruth, and before long we were at Willamette Pass ready for our midnight bedtime.  The tent we borrowed wasn't going to work so we crashed in the back of the truck.  Ugh.

Morning came, I checked in, and gear got put on.  Food got eaten, and friends were found.  Countdowns were made and the race was on.



Waldo starts with a long climb up the ski slopes in the dark for a couple miles until you hit the trails.  I had hoped to be near the front to avoid all the dust that inevitably gets kicked up, but it was pretty apparent right away that my legs were not wholly behind the decision to be upright, let alone beginning this race, so I had to put my ego in my back pocket and commit to taking it easy and seeing if this was something I should be doing.  I figured I would know in a couple hours (after Fuji Mtn.) if my legs would come around or not.  If so, then maybe I could think about racing.  But for now, it was entirely preservation.


running to fuji

The run up to Fuji brings some life into me.  The anticipation of seeing the beautiful summit, knowing I will see how the race is unfolding on the up and down keeps me moving.  Eventual winner Dave Mackey already had a huge gap, over 10 minutes.  Nick and Yassine are running strong in 3rd and 4th.  (I appear to be in the top dozen perhaps, and I would stay there all day).  

Up to the top, a bit of a chat, and back down.  All this is comfortably runnable and I feel like my pace is good. Sure, I was walking some of the climbs, but things are loosening up a bit.  This might work out.  Keep it easy down to Mt Ray AS, ease into the first climb of the twins and see what happens.

Coming into Mt. Ray
When I got to Mt. Ray (mile 20) I got to see Ruth.  She would be a steady presence on the run and a foundation for strength throughout the day.  I had been running solo since the start and her company was a blessing.  

"how are you?"  I say
"you look pale" she says

I tell her I'm fine, and I get going.  She is right, though.  This race has barely started and I am off--on the edge.  I'm tired and I'm lonely, and I have a long way to go.  I try not to think beyond the now and breathe in strength.  



Into Charlton Lake and ready for a rest
Things were actually going pretty well to this point, everything considered.  My nutrition was solid.  No issues at all. I was running the climb up to twins decently.  Sure, I didn't have any kind of high gear, or racing legs--this was apparent--but also expected.  My legs weren't fatigued, just tired.  It sounds the same, but there is a difference.  (Like the eskimos have a tone of words for "snow", I think ultrarunners have a similar vocabulary for tiredness.)  Like I'd been on my damn knees too much lately.  In and out of Twins AS pretty fast.  Thanks for all the help Elvises!  Going down the hill to Charlton Lake, the pace felt good--I was just mentally tired out.  I had been doing nothing for a week but working by myself, and motivating my tired self, to the point where I was beginning to want to just shut it off for a while.  Not think.  Rest.  My whole self.  I just wanted to stop and take a break.
  
I decided when I hit Charlton Lake (32 mile point) it was lunchtime.  Just over 5 hours in.  I was beat.  If I was gonna do this I needed to put some solid food down.  Took a seat.  Ate.  Sandwiches, fruit, potatoes.  Regrouped.  Ruth was a big help here (as she had been and would be all day), tending my needs.  As I was sitting, first place woman Aliza Lappierre came and went.  She sparked some motivation and I got ready to get back to it.  It was getting hot and knew the next couple legs would be a bit more exposed.  I filled my hat with ice (ahhh!) and hit the trail for the next section to road 4290.

Coming into Rd 4290

I ran this section relatively well.  I quickly caught and passed Aliza and got into the aid station in 9th place.  Again Aliza came and went while I sat and rested.  I wouldn't see her again.  There was a long, hot 7.5 mile climb back up and over twins the hard way coming on this next leg and I wanted to cool down.  More ice in the hat.  Ruth dunked my shirt in cold water which was awesome.  I switched to a larger bottle, and I got moving.  

This is a long climb.  There is no real discernible summit to be seen, so you never really know how far you have to go.  I trudged along, running some and walking a lot of the steeper stuff.  Upwards it is until it isn't.  There is a nice open area near the top and the trail turns into some nice winding trail down the other side before getting to the aid station again.  There was intermittent snow, which made getting into a steady rhythm slightly difficult.  

I made it to twins again, but I was unravelling a bit.  I tried to be social, took a seat, drank some coke, ate a popsicle and chilled.  Although quick transitions at aid stations had been my plan coming in, I had reached a state where hanging out at aid stations was about the only thing motivating any progress.  And it seemed I had company.  Neil Olsen, past Waldo winner, seemed to be of the same mindset. I introduced myself, not knowing it would be the start of a series of "conversations" along the rest of the way.  Per usual, people were coming in and leaving before I did.  Usually I would catch and pass them on the trails, only to see them again from the next chair.  Fine by me.

I realized I better get going when Neil took off, so I got up and got moving shortly thereafter.  5 downhill miles to the Infamous Maiden Peak aid station.

begrudgingly entering the Maiden Peak AS
Try as I might to focus on the task at hand, all I could think was why the hell wasn't I taking a nap?  I mean seriously, why not?  Its not like I was in the middle of an amazing day of racing.  I had been "going through the motions" since before the sun came up.  For what?  Perfect spot after perfect spot for just a short catnap were calling to me the whole way, and somehow I kept going.  I knew Ruth was waiting for me, and it might be a chance to find some new confidence.  

Entering the Aid station I quickly found a chair and occupied it.  I was offered an orange popsicle, politely accepted half, and proceeded to finish that along with the other half and another whole one.  Life is good.  Or at least popsicles are good...

Reality soon hit me upside the head.

Fuck Maiden Peak.  I did not want to go up that bitch.  Last year I did relatively well on this stretch. This year I knew what I was in for.  2000 ft in three miles, and the descent back down is no picnic itself.  Admittedly, I was holding back tears.  No joke.  I. was. exhausted.  But as I watched people come in and out, fire in their eyes (particularly the 2nd and 3rd place women, fighting for those WS spots), I knew I had to get this done.  

Maybe 20 minutes and a half dozen other runners later, I got out of the chair.  Ruth led me along and really talked me into a good headspace.  I can't remember everything she said, but it wasn't rah-rah inspirational stuff.  Rather just reminders to take care of myself and focus on eating and drinking, breathing and relaxing.  When we parted ways I felt ready.  Not eager, but willing to work.  Time to drag my weary, shit-ass up the mountain...

It wasn't long before I again saw Neil, this time sitting on the side of the trail.  I told him to get up and we could hike together.  It was nice to get to know him better and talk about his family and life.  Everybody out there has a story and I am glad to say I know a little of his.  Class act.  Obviously wasn't having the race he wanted, but his will come again soon.  I slowly pulled away, but we would leap frog each other this whole leg.

On the out and back at the summit I saw several runners that had 15-20 minutes on me, and that Neil was right behind.  I hoped to pick the pace up at this point and try to finish strong.  Apart from a calf cramp dropping me to the ground for a few minutes, the descent was decent.  I reached the final aid station feeling good and in 12th place.  Only 7.5 miles to go of mostly downhill and runnable trail.
I got the always refreshing handi-wipe facial and brief back massage and made my way to the finish.





It took a couple of miles but I finally got into a groove I hadn't felt since around mile 35.  Steady, easy running.  Focused and in tune.  I was having fun.  I had energy. I was alive.

I crossed the line in 11:14:42.  11th place.  All things considered, it was a great day.








Thanks to my wife, Ruth.  Couldn't have done this without you.  You were everywhere.  I love you.

Ever since my first ultra, this song enters my brain often during races.  This one was certainly no exception...










Friday, August 19, 2011

Waldo tomorrow

Waldo tomorrow.  I'm wholly trashed from a very tough week of work, but looking forward to spending a day on the trails and seeing how the race unfolds.  Follow it live here.



its go time...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Mt. Hood Circumnavigation



Wow.
Too much to try to write about. 
Enjoy the pics.

(Joe Grant has some more photos up on his site here)  
























Thursday, August 4, 2011

2011 Mt. Hood 50


I came into this race with no idea what to expect.  When I ran this last year, it was my first 50 miler and I was scared as hell...and when I finally finished it I was tired as hell.  I had gotten off course, discouraged, dehydrated, and was just glad to be done with it.

Although this year was far from perfect, it was truly a great experience and some of the most fun I have had in the short time I've been running.

The morning went smoothly, getting geared up and checked in a few minutes before the start.  The pre-race packet pick-up Thursday really makes things easy  (RD Todd Janssen is quickly becoming one of the best race directors around...if one likes well organized, well marked, super friendly events).  I made my way through the crowd and found the expected familiar faces...Yassine, Trevor, Mike, Will and, surprisingly, Nick.  Time to run.


The course is a double out-and-back on the beautiful Pacific Crest Trail south of Mount Hood starting at the Clackamas Historic Compound near Timothy Lake.  Runners start heading north, turn around at Hwy 26, then continue south back through the starting area and down into the Warm Springs reservation before returning back to the start/finish.

The first few miles of the race was like a training run--lots of conversation and catching up.  It didn't feel like a race at all.  Things were pretty relaxed and I was feeling great.  The sun was shining, the air was clean, and the mountain would show itself here and there.  Running doesn't get much better.

Mt. Hood from the trail (Ian Sharman)
I found myself running most of the way to the first turnaround with Trevor and Nick.  The pace was perfect, right in my comfort zone, strong but not taxing.  When we saw Yassine coming our way I knew it was almost time to head back.

Nick took off up the first climb once we turned around, and I figured that was the last I might see of him until the next turn around.  Trevor dropped back a bit when he saw his brother (who was strongly running his first ultra), but I knew I would see him again.  For a bit I was by myself and just taking it in, although the nature of the course meant there was always a lot of passing people.  Not too much of an inconvenience, but mildly annoying...

Shortly after an aid station I see Nick and Yassine up ahead.  I quickly caught them and we ran together for a bit.  What a blast!  Yassine was hootin' and hollerin' being a general clown.  Alas, I stopped to wet a rhody that looked thirsty and never saw those two again...When I stopped a couple miles later to feed a hungry rhody off trail (if you know what I mean), I saw Trevor pass me.  I quickly got my drawers up and tried to give chase.  I hit the 28.4 mile mark start/finish station in 3:24/4th place just as Trevor was leaving.  I think he was surprised to see me behind him. 

I took a few minutes to grab another bottle, take my shirt off, and put on my hat and ipod.  In the meantime Ian Sharman came and went, meaning I headed out in 5th place.  My goal coming in had been 7 hours, and it seemed if all went well I should be able to pull it off.  Although a bit hillier and hotter, the second section was 6 miles shorter than the first, a 3:30 finishing leg seemed very realistic.  My hydration had been good, calories were going down regularly and easily.  I was feeling good.

About 15 minutes after leaving, I didn't feel so good.  It wasn't a sidestitch and it wasn't GI cramps, but something was making it hard for me to run in my abdomen.  Maybe it was the Perpetuem in the second bottle (although it wasn't my stomach, that felt fine).  Maybe it was carrying the second bottle (hadn't done that since last summer).  Maybe I did go out too fast (highly possible).  I don't know what it was, but I had to figure it out.  I pocketed my ipod, stopping to think and walk a bit and see if it would go away.  Not really.  So I ran, but not two minutes later had to walk some more.  My legs felt fine, no complaints from them, but my gut just wouldn't let me move.  It might let me shuffle along a bit, but any intentioned effort would stop me in my tracks with tightness.  I continued on hoping with time it would resolve itself.  


At the next aid station I was told I had lost about 5 minutes on Trevor and maybe a dozen on Yassine and Nick.  No big deal.  As soon as I can run again I can start getting some of that back.  I got some salt, some Gu and moved on.  A little more climbing and then a nice downhill before the climb to the turnaround.  I ran/walked out of the aid station waiting for some body cooperation.  We are in a race...We have 20 miles to go...let me run, dammit!

Long story short, I never got to the point where I could really move at a decent pace again.  I walked pretty fast and ran what I could, but never more than about 5 minute stretches.  It was a 4 hour interval workout and it was maddening.  After leaving the turnaround I was still in 5th and I knew I had about a 10 minute cushion on the next runner behind me, and he looked pretty strong.  And phenom Amy Sproston was not far behind him.   I had my work cut out for me.


I hit the finish in 7:24.  Not exactly what I wanted, but I did manage to hold my place.  Ian set a new course record in 6:29:10.  Yassine finished 2nd in 6:45:00, Nick 3rd in 6:49:04, and Trevor 4th in 7:02:06.  Nice work fellas!  I'll finsh with you guys one of these days...  Amy Sproston set a new women's record in 7:30:48.  

Can't wait for Waldo...






  

  


Thursday, June 16, 2011

Beacon Rock 50k Race Report


The Gorge with Beacon Rock

Last Sunday I headed out for the amazing Beacon Rock 50k.  I had been looking forward to the race for a while as it promised to deliver a great day of running up and down in the Columbia River gorge.  Deliver it did!

I met up with Trevor early in the morning, and we headed out together in his brand new sports car, once we took out the two kiddie seats.  Drove out on the Washington side and it was a nice change of scenery.  Amazing how close the gorge is.  We are so lucky!
Getting ready  (Photo Al Coyle)

The start area was in a big, open campground where it seemed a lot of people stayed and played for the weekend.  Cool idea, maybe next year...  We went through check-in and all the usual pre-race routines.  Before long we were standing in the sun listening to James Varner give the instructions on the markings (pay attention!) and running etiquette (no pushing people off cliffs!)--then we were off.

There is a small stretch of road before turning off and beginning the first big climb.  I settled in to a sustainable pace and let some faster guys go.  I had been battling general sickness fatigue and a wicked head cold for the last week, and was up most of the night with some serious sinus pain.  I wanted to rip my eyeball out and shove a shop-vac in there.  It wasn't too bad in my lungs, but I wanted to hold back a bit and just see how my breathing and legs would respond to the long climb.  I felt pretty darn flat, but ok, and by the top of the climb had caught up to all but a few guys.  
Top of first climb    (Photo Matt Hagen)

Smooth sailing down to the first aid station.  I blew through it, and in hindsight probably should have stopped.  I started with a bottle of Hammer Perpetuem to get some early calories in and was planning to be done with it and refill it here, then start on water with nuun.  However, I was only half way finished, and didn't want to pound it, so I grabbed a gel and just kept going.  At the least I should have dumped the bottle and filled it, because I was out of liquid long before getting to the aid station again...

After leaving the aid station, the descent continues for a bit and then you turn onto some really sweet trail.  This was my favorite section of the course.  It stops at a T, and you turn to start the climb up Hamilton Mt., the second big climb of the loop.  This is a good one.  Lots of steep, stepped switchbacks in and out of the trees.  It was a grind but I felt I ran most of it and made a good effort here.  This was probably the only stretch of the race where I felt anything like I was "on."
Part of the climb up Hamilton Mt.  (Photo Matt Hagen)
The ridge at the top  (Photo Matt Hagen)

At the top you go across a great ridge with some stunning views before dropping down the descending trail back to the only aid station other than the loop turnaround. (the course is kind of a figure 8 with the middle of the 8 being an aid station we would hit 4 times).  This trail got pretty technical at times.  I was hoping to hammer it a bit but really couldn't seem to find a rhythm.  This would be the story of the rest of my race.  

By the time I got to the aid station again I was starting to unravel a bit.  I wasn't doing great on my fueling, and I was a bit crampy in my chest from the erratic last few miles of sloppy downhilling.  Not sure if it was a form issue, the little bit of sickness, the lack of fuel, or what, but I did not feel strong.  I was seriously debating dropping at the turn.  Trevor soon caught me as I slowed to try and get some gels in me, and I tagged along with him to the turnaround.  We were in 3rd and 4th place.

Dad was waiting, which was a bit of a pick me up, and any thought of stopping was soon gone.  It was good to see him, and meant a lot to have him there.  Thanks Dad!  Those friendly faces and cheers of support, if only for a brief time, can work wonders...  He hasn't seen an ultra before and was having a good time (I hope) at the aid station.  I know they appreciated his help.  I grabbed some Gu and some S!-caps, filled the bottle and went out for round two.

This loop was, well, painful.  I let Trevor go on the climb and wouldn't see him again.  He ran a great race!  I  soon got passed by the eventual second place runner, and was starting to wonder how many people were going to go by.  I felt like I was hardly moving!  I made it to the top of the first climb and tried to take it a little easy so I could push the last remaining climb.  I managed to do that (no choice, as my chest was crampy again), but my push at the climb was little more than a winded fast hike.  Nonetheless, I made it to the top of Hamilton again having made a pass and back in 4th place.  

At the start of the trail to the ridge both quads seized like I have not felt before!  I was literally frozen and wondering how in the hell I was going to get 10 more feet, let alone the remaining 6 mile/2000ft descent to the finish.  I gobbled some salt pills and some water, massaged for a bit, and in moments my legs were working again.  That has never happened to me before.  I was really not doing a good job with stuff out there.

My legs held up, my pace got to an acceptable level for the rest of the run, and I held on.  It wasn't pretty, I felt like garbage, but I got it done.  5:01:10.  4th place.  Grabbed a seat, grabbed some food, chatted a bit, and hit the road.

Congrats to Trevor on a podium finish in his first race since P2P!  

Thanks James for putting on a stellar event!  Check out his other races!  And more pictures!