ice age 50 mile 2012, la grange, wi
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ice age 50 mile 2012, la grange, wi
pr 10:09
Brandi paced and crewed with me at Umstead, and here's her write-up of the experience.
Umstead 100 Miler – N. Carolina - 40 miles pacingI was at The North Face 50 miler last fall & came upon a guy I gave an Alieve. I have a lot of interaction with people during ultras, so when he was with his sons & he thanked me afterwards, I sorta didn’t really remember him. Not because I didn’t care, but because I really care about everyone out there, especially those who may not be having their best day. Someone sent me his blog & I went to TNF50 FB page & he thanked me on there. So, basically, I helped him, he got connected with our NLUR group & I guess he was hoping I would give him another Alieve or something (foreshadowing) I didn’t, for his 100 miler cuz he asked me to pace him.
I got there with my family & immediately see my friends Karen & Jen. Whew. Two solid women who will take care of themselves & anyone in their paths. The times I saw Leah...wow. There are no words for a woman who runs 100 miles with the same joy, peace & tranquility as a casual bike ride. It practically frightened me. If running 100 miles for her is this easy, does she have any idea what she is capable of? Only time will tell. Seeing her on the course, at the A/S, finishing, it’s all a piece of cake for her. Eric, her fiance was out there too, always wearing colors that no doubt were manufactured just for him. A small group from Illinois, but we made lotsa noise.
I spent about half of the time Cory was out there with him. When he started, I would have his Dad give me updates. Ugh. He started off too fast. That first half marathon, darn it. And his 50 mile point, come on Cory, remember those pacing talks we had? I know what this meant. I told his Dad a couple times to tell him to slow down. He will learn on his own, that’s why he is out there. I got there before he went out for his 5th lap, “Are you here to pace me?” I was so hungry to run, but I wanted him to look foward to me jumping in, spend a loop thinking about the company he would get next time he gets here. I went out with him for a bit, we made small talk, but I was really intimidated by that dang Go Pro & wanted to get the heck away from it. So, I stopped at a place I could see Eric. I helped runners & crew members with directions (if u know me, u know how crazy this sounds), took their trash, encouraged them – every single one of them are my heros. Especially the mom with the 4 real little kids, cheering on her husband. I took her camera & got a picture of the clan. She is a true hero.
I was talking to some 20-somethings in a truck after chatting with Juli Aisters & they looked familiar. They said their dad was out there. I looked at their eyes, their perfect skin, all their “prettiness” & realized I talked to their Dad several times. Tom. He was so happy. I called them the kids in the truck. The kids that weren’t gonna pace their dad? Wtheck? I told them how insane their Dad was & how tuff it gets. One daughter then said she would go out, like, um, the last loop. Yeah, I thought so, lol!
Why pace when you can race? Let’s face it, I didn’t earn my way there, I just got a “pacers pass.” And I’m o.k. with that. I love authentically complementing runners when they pass by. I love having tons of energy & being able to be that person who can entertain, engage, if only for a moment. When I first met Michele & Juan, I remember feeling like I didn’t want to do “these”, but I could use my “spiritual gifts” (1 Peter 4:10) of mercy, service & helps for others. I still feel that way. I have run so many ultra distances without metals, without proof, but with tons of fun, with one friend or several dozen to see the finish. I get to put miles in without any pressure & in a sense, at events/group runs like that of the ultra distance – we all pace each other. Nothing ever goes wrong for me when I am pacing because I am not there for me, just others. Once, I was doing math in my head. STOP, I said! Loops. Focus on loops. Only 3 loops.
The guy who I reminded him of some actress named Samantha was the main AS comic relief. I mean, besides all the exposed feet & falling bodies & “move aside, we have a runner coming in” people who weren’t so lucky. I loved Irish Joe. He just looked like a character, smiled like one & had an attitude we all should have. Until I “got” that attitude, I wondered what drugs these people where on to be happy during an ultra, because I would try to fake it, but it took me a while to lock it in & live it.
The mom who didn't come to run 50 miles, she came to run 100. Wow. I wonder if she finished. The entire med team was working on her feet for about an hour. They were perplexed, never saw anything like it yet, not sure if they can fix her up & even if they did, they aren’t sure if her feet are going to hold up. As tears streamed down her face & her daughter was at her side, I wanted so bad to say the thing to her that would dry her tears. Tell her how proud I am of her & I know she worked so hard, spent countless training hours...and....and what? Will they let her go back out? I sat next to her, said some things to her with all my heart. She is a mom. She is an ultra runner. There is a kindred spirit there.
Dr. Tom had been in NC for only 4 months, he is gonna rehab, do a 50 & qualify for Umstead & how fun would it be to be at “his” aid station next year to serve him. He fixed Cory's feet, telling me “you made me realize I can do more than just hand out coffee, now look at me, I’m a Dr.” Always making me laugh. You just never get to meet those people unless you do the work to get on course. Then there was the 2 back surgeries - can't do IM or ultras anymore, so she volunteers. She said that with a smile, but I sensed the disappointment. JT was there too, “u better get outta this aid station or I'm gonna start chargin’ u rent.” So cute.
The frog was orange & yellow. Weird. Camoflauge or something. Up ahead a little more – the snake matched the frog. I love reptiles. I admired him stood beside him looked down at his coiled body & upturned head. It was pitch dark, but yay for my headlamp. “You aren’t from around here are you? If I were you, I’d keep moving,” a couple said, “That is a copperhead, a poisonous snake.” I kept questioning them, I wanted to play with & hang out with him for longer, so I did. I had lost Cory, anyway. The last A/S, he went into the bathroom, & just before that I told him to never worry about me. If I stop to talk or whatever, keep going, I’d catch up. Plus, it gave him time to breathe & think without me there. Maybe his body was saying something, but he couldn’t hear it cuz I was there. I told myself he snuck outta the bathroom, & ran at breakneck speed, past the four people I ran past. The Haiti guy who came back, took Ambien, & showed up an hour late to the start. Oops. Duh, Brandi, call Cory. Viola. Reunited.
The song rings true, the freaks come out at night. The energy I would sometimes see made me think they better check themselves before they wreck themselves. Some guy booked past us, “It must be the french toast.” He said as he sped by. Cory & I looked at each other - there was no french toast, I said, maybe he did too, idk, but it entertained us forever. U stretch moments, thoughts, anything u can out there because one thing u have out there is time. I heard heavy breathing, cheetah like footsteps, fast, faster, pounding, “I AM RUNNING 6’s UP THE HILLS!” What? Michael was dying whenever I saw him. Cory met him earlier when he was still coherent. He was a flipping madman. He said some funny things we will never forget. I wish I had a video of his reflective gear because u wouldn’t believe what coffee & Gu can do to a guy in the middle of the night towards the end of a hundo.
Oh yeah, then there was Cory. Booking away from me whenever I would have to revisit an AS, or when I would stop to chat with people. The guy who said he wasn’t doing good, but I can tell when people aren’t doing good. He was doing great. He was determined. “Sorry I can’t talk, but can u talk. Tell me a story.” Bam, u got it. It was pretty ideal for me. As long as I didn’t have to touch those feet that kept exposing themselves at A/S’s & on the trail. I’ve never had so much as a blister, so I just deemed myself “unhelpful” in that arena, but I could find others who could help him. Clothes, even dirty clothes, food, finding stuff, I’ll do that, just leave the feet to the pros.
There was a difference between pacers on the course & runners. Hey what’s up, how are you, singing a song, calling something out to them, whatever I did to interact kept me entertained & pacers would typically respond. “Oh u r the pacer,” I would say. Yep! Not this time. Tony from Boston responded & he started name dropping people from Chicago, I think he used to live here. Ed Kelly was one I remember. “Why are you so alert?” I asked. "Just a training run." For Bad water. Yep, that’s the kind of people you meet at 100 milers.
There was the peeved off woman in black not looking the part of a rapper at all, but blasting hip hop music while her two friends chatted & walked behind her.
The 27 hour guy. He runs the circuit down here & doesn’t put space between his sentences, I could listen to his energy forever in the middle of the night. “I used to care about time.Now I don’t.27 hours, that’s what I do 100’s in.No one cares about your time, sheit, u just ran 100 miles.I run 100’s.Woo.Hoo!Yeehaw!Giddyup, ride ‘em cowgirl.” He must have said this 10 different ways & I coulda heard it 100 times over. I just like time to pass & interesting things to happen. Those two things, I am always certain of in an ultra. I really liked everyone’s accents.
Have you ever ran in the dark, all night, never feeling there was an end to it, but not really caring? Feeling as if this was what it was & how it felt? I remember Karen telling me, “There is something about running all night & until the sun comes up. When it started happening, I remembered, here it is. The beautiful sky is visible again, trees you could get lost in (heck I would have if it weren’t for Cory). We ran all night. Dang. We are THAT good.
Speaking of Cory, when he would eek out a teeny complaint, I didn’t hear it. Telling him there is nowhere else I'd rather be, this is where we were meant to be, right here right now (watching the world wake up from history ☺. I don’t remember what we even talked about for so long. Music, parenting, nutrition, idk, I think I just told him everything about me, and Logan’s Run, & my neighbor, my stepdad, idk, just anything to keep his mind on something other than how insane he was to be still out here.
Dan Peironi we met towards the end. He has done 44 ultras (I thought he said 100 milers), this was his slowest, 71 years old, biking 300 miles next weekend, we were holding him back, he wanted to start running up the hills, but liked the company.
Oh yeah, Cory. I don’t feel like I really did anything for him. I was there, I knew he was going to have to figure everything out on his own. I COULD mule, but why? Muleing isn’t something that typically happens in an ultra, so I didn’t want to do that for him, although it was legal here. He was educated about nutrition. I felt like I could be his company. His bumper, in case he was gonna turn in the gutter. The worst thing for me is someone pushing me, annoying me, acting like they know stuff when they don’t. I wanted him to know I was there for him, that’s it. And to have a boatload of fun. Well, I could be whatever he wanted me to be, but just my luck, what I liked to do, he wanted. I was waiting. Waiting for Cory to fall apart, waiting for him to lose it, waiting for him to puke so I could tell him it was o.k., “get it out, there ya go”, like moms do. But nope. None of that. I WAS “on” I FELT “on”, I didn’t realize how “on” I was until I turned off. I turned off immediately when I saw the hill of the finish. I ducked into the woods, letting Cory & Dan finish on their own & just before I did that I heard Dan, “You go first, go ahead.” I never tire of hearing that. Someone gives up their place for you. So, I see Russ, Cory’s Dad, & the curtains close on me. I wanted to go change out of my stage clothes, shower, but wait. One more smile for the camera. In the aid station, Cory offered me a sincere hug of gratitude, said some words I don’t remember, but I had already left my mind. Now, I am tired. We hopped in the car & my eyes closed & that was that.
"The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for a water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the infinite, the infinite within the finite."
pi patel
why?
mother nature gives us a few freebies. the heart flutters of a grade school crush. the excitement of your first home run. a first kiss. wedding day. your little baby napping on your chest.
and then we got older. and we settle into routines. and the routines can be kind of banal. those special moments, the ones that happened once and again, amidst the endless magical discoveries of being a kid, become fewer and further between.
can we still feel it?
it turns out that crossing the finish line after many hours and many miles on the trail can inspire a similar sense of overwhelming wonder, joy, and excitement. it's actually not even crossing the finish line... once you have that epic goal in mind, getting together at the starting line in the early hours before the sun comes up, being out there smiling at each other and cheering each other on at mile 42.3, or even just a normal day of training before the big day can all lead to moments of feeling really fucking good.
so, in short... because my babies are too big to nap on my chest.
next: everything you wanted to know about ultrarunning and didn't want to ask because you don't actually want to know that much about ultrarunning. there's a loop by loop recap of the effort, a general course review, gear list/review, nutrition recap, emotional ramblings, and a bit of french toast.
overall recap
laps 1 and 2 were great, zoning out to music and making friends on the course. lap 3 was a living hell because i couldn't get the downhills right and it was really hurting some infrequently used muscles and tendons. thoughts like "if this hurts this bad now i'm just not going to be able to function well enough to finish the whole thing" kept trying to make their way in. after much focus, finally got the form right near the end of the loop, and started feeling good. lap 4 was great. 50 miles in 10:30 or so. brandi and fam were there, and my dad and karen and jen were there, it was great to see everyone. at this point i knew for sure that i would finish. lap 5 was also great, brought the gopro out, cruised. ran most of the downhills without pain. brandi joined me for lap 6 and we had a blast. near the end of that lap i began to feel that i had consumed too much water and food. it wasn't really like being nauseauted, it just didn't feel right and it was really hard to move well. end of lap 6 led to lying on my back on the floor in the main room, staring at my eyelids, and trying to will myself back to feeling OK. luckily this is when the night storm rolled in, so we we missed the lightning and heavy rain. headed out for lap 7. this is about the time when blisters and skin damage really caught up with me, leading to some unwanted slowdowns. tom at AS#2 helped out with the feet issues, and the "not right" feeling faded, so there was some occassional running, though it was mostly slow going. the final lap was rather relaxed. it was hard to do much more than walk, and it was a beautiful morning, so we made the most of it. even though there were about 5 hours of really rough going, i maintained a mostly clear head and a kept positive attitude. like: "so what if i don't feel right, of course it takes a lot of learning to really dial in the nutrition, so just enjoy being out here and it will pass." and it did. brandi ran the last 3 laps with me and was so helpful! we had so much fun with each other and with the other runners. i met so many great and inspiring peeps, and truly enjoyed every minute of the experience.
emotional ramblings
instant we
i call it "instant we" or "instant us." you can skip the formalities and skip the small talk when you fall into stride with your fellow ultra runners, be it running a downhill or walking an uphill. we are here. we are life long best friends. we help each other. we push each other. we pull each other. we do it together. we care. we.
smile
i saw more smiles from passing runners during those 27 hours than during the last 27 days or maybe the last 27 months of my life. and we're in pain out there!
great job!
be thankful
there was a girl with one leg running. she looked fresh and happy and smiley every time i saw her. she was going much faster than me. every time i saw her i cried.
mike morton
i have a crush on mike morton. he won, and he set the course record. i had read and was deeply inspired by the article about him in the march issue of ultrarunning, and thought he sounded like a really great guy (set the western states course record, in '97, was injured in the navy and stopped running, and recently made a comeback). suddenly, there he was on the same course as me! about half way through, he passed me while i was walking up a hill. he was running, and he looked like he was in a bit of pain. he stopped for a second; he winced. then, he bent this way once, bent that way once, and blasted back into stride and over the hill. amazing. later, he passed us at mile 96. by the time we caught our breath, and looked down at our watches, we all knew he had a course record in sight. fortunately we were at the top of a hill, so we could see him zig zag down hill, flowing, leaping, and bounding like a wild animal in it's natural habitat. it was beautiful and inspiring.
waves
somewehere around lap 6 or so i saw a guy i ran with earlier seeming like a nearly incoherent, stumbling zombie. a few hours later, he blasted past us going uphill. it was amazing to see the absolute contrast in his form and demeanor. for me, the ups and downs seemed to come in waves of gradually increasing frequency. first it was hours of good, hours of bad, then back to good. as the night progressed it would seem like "ok let's run for a bit" only to feel like i could never run again 15 seconds later.
the course
the course is beautiful and quite runnable. much of the grade is not super steep, so unlike some uphills on other courses where there is no option but to walk, you can jog up some of the hills without losing too much efficiency. there are a few out and back sections connected to the loop, allowing you to see other runners for 5+ miles of the course. this is great for getting to know who is out there with you, seeing where people are at, high fives, smiles, etc. and in the middle of the night, when you've been alone on an isolated section for an hour or two, it's relieving and encouraging see the other runners and remember that we're out there together.
value
umstead and similar ultras are as low as $1.50 per mile, and you get all the food you can eat! oh, and guess how much the event photos cost?
aid stations
the aid station volunteers could not have been any more helpful! and there were so many of them... i was never waiting for other people to clear out or a volunteer to free up. they take and fill your water bottles, help you get your food picked out / put it in a bag if you wish, smile, joke, banter, etc. also someone runs to grab your drop bag for you out of the storage area if you need it, gets your stuff out, does stuff with your stuff, puts it back, etc.
countdown
lap by lap
lap 1: miles 0 - 12.5, 6:00AM-8:21AM: here goes everything
we all migrate outside. the clock ticks down. blake fires the starting gun. and we're off. contrasted with a road race where everyone shoots out of the gate, it is a very peaceful start. we adjust our packs, fine tune our headlamps, greet each other, wish each other well, at an easy jogging pace. we move forward, the crowd thins, and we're off into the woods.
the woods are quiet. some birds chirp. ahead of you, and behind you, there is a quiet and steady stream of headlamps and reflective gear. slowly, trees become outlined in blue.
time for some music. somehow, the mp3 player decided to play this on repeat, and it was already playing as i put the headphones on. with a bit of creative abstraction, it was quite an appropriate song to listen to and soak in the opening miles of a first hundred-miler
no time? no time but the present. no time like now.
here's what the stream of headlamps looks like when captured on film. in person it is one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
met up with some dude named jeff early on in lap two. instant we. he has been deployed to iraq, afghanistan, and africa multiple times. he is still enlisted, and in his free time he goes on wilderness expeditions to help soldiers expand their survival skills. we cruised this lap, probably just a bit too fast because it was early and we were feelin great and having a great time talking with each other. it's kind of sad when you get back to the aid station because it's time to go your separate ways, even though you want to stay together the whole time. at least you know you'll see each other out there again. jeff, even though you'll never read this because you are too busy doing epic shit to spend time on a computer, thank you for your service, and thanks for hanging.
lap 3: miles 25 - 37.5, 10:46AM-1:27PM: i might not be able to finish this
this lap sucked. chicago is mostly flat and i'm not used to running on a 10% decline for a mile+ at a time. this began to take it's toll and i realized i really needed to focus on form and to find a way to get down the hills that was not slow and that did not hurt a lot. by the end of the lap the form came together, only after a couple of hours of wondering if it was going to be possible
the downhill of a few hundred feet goes on for a mile+. to me, this was harder than the uphills.
coming in from lap 3. determined to keep form and feel better during lap 4
lap 4: miles 37.5 - 50, 1:27PM-4:19PM: feelin good!
good times. just cruised, feelin good. probably a bit slower than 1 and 2 but no issues and feelin good the whole way.
during this lap and a few others i ran into eric and leah, who are also from IL. it sure was nice to see familiar faces out there!
ran into this kid. he is 16 and was on the final lap of his first 50-miler!
hills are my friend? i'm not convinced
came in after 50 miles at 10 hours and 14 minutes, beating my previous 50 miler by a good 30+ minutes. also, brandi and her family were there, so when i rolled in the enitire crowd was calling out my name and cheering loudly. this feels reaaaaalllyy good!
lap 5: miles 50 - 62.5, 4:19PM-7:33PM: into the great unknown...
when the farthest you've gone is 50 miles, everything after that is new and exciting. what will happen?! what is mile 60 gonna be like? 70? 80? 90?
fueling up at AS#1, Sally's Asylum, before heading out. I recommend the 1/2 potato 1/2 lentil soup mix, and the veggie chili was delicious too!
headed out with the gopro on lap 5. it was a lot like lap 4. just felt really solid and cruised along.
met up with michael, the (self proclaimed) asshole from boston. we had a great time chatting for at least half the loop, lamenting of repressed childhood memories. he had started two previous hundred milers (beast of burden NY, summer and winter versions). both times he DNF'd at mile 82, and we were both feeling solid as we wrapped up lap 5.
us laughing about who knows what
AS#2: Tom & Jerry's Ptomaine Tavern
here's the results of wearing the gopro for a lap. seems that my headphone cord was constantly touching it which led to a lot of clicking sounds instead of any audio. the video is mostly sped up 20x except for stops at the aid stations, mike morton cruising past, and some old timers taking some pictures together on the course (it's probably best to play at 720p in a new window)
lap 6: miles 62.5 - 75, 7:33PM-11:42PM: a range of emotions, high to low
before heading out for this lap (i think, maybe it was the prior lap) i needed to change out of my damp clothes, and didn't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom. what to do? make a changing room out of a couple towels and change right there, of course! karen and jen held up a couple of towels, and luckily i didn't fall over!
the first half of the lap was great. brandi was there and we were having a blast. we were saying and doing ridiculous shit with/to everyone we met. the guy who was doing umstead just to train for badwater? field day! the abanoned pacer. the guy i said had beautiful eyes? we should probably tell him and all runners behind him to run faster because the guy in front of them has beautiful eyes. people having fun and laughing and talking: "hey, why are you laughing, don't you know this is a hundred miler and you're supposed to be suffering"!
eventually the fun wore off because i was sufferring. we finished up the lap.
i think it was later on in this lap that we saw michael again, and he looked like shit. like a zombie stumbling around. i was concerned.
the scene in the main room around lap 6 or 7
this guy was trying to sneak a peak at our nips. the conversations that unfold after 75 miles, in the middle of the night, even while suffering, can be quite hilarious! brandi put him to work filling up my water bottle.
lap 7: miles 75 - 87.5, 11:42PM-4:38AM: a range of emotions, low to high
thus begins lap 7. luckily, i was down for the count, awake and waiting for the overwhelming bad feeling to go away, and outside a storm rolled in. it was raining for some time after this.
while sort of coming to and then chilling around getting ready to get moving, some guy came in who had finished, and he made it to the table next to us and collapsed, right next to us. it was weird to watch. even though the medical staff was extremely attentive and quickly took care of him, he was laid out for at least 15 minutes before starting to show signs of being ok.
we headed out. the first half of the loop continued to suck.
i wanted to fall asleep.
we made it to AS#2
hanging out with tom at mile ~82. this guy helped fix up my feet a couple of laps in a row. why is this awesome guy staying up all night and helping fix people's feet when he could be in bed?!
this guy said we were gonna have to start paying rent if we kept hanging around as#2
somewhere after this i lost my pacer! had my headphones on in the bathroom, and couldn't hear her looking for me. luckily both our phones were on and had enough juice left at the time!
by the end of the loop i was finally feeling really good again! also, michael came zooming past and was also back in action!
lap 8: miles 87.5 - 100, 4:38AM-9:49AM: let's enjoy the scenery
chilled in the room at AS#1 for a bit. michael was there and we saw him as he was heading out. i happily called out as he was leaving "michael... you made it past mile 82!" he had that confident look in his eyes and we both knew he was going to make it.
as we headed out a few minutes later, one of the guys who i know came in to the room, so i was (loudly) cheering him on... his pacer gave us the "stfu, he is dropping" sign, and it was an emotional experience to try to move past this. brandi and i felt like we could help, wanted to help, would do whatever we could, and yet i had my own thing to deal with. also, we were cuckoo in the middle of the night and didn't realized that he was a lap behind us, so taking him out with us, even to walk the whole time, wouldn't have helped anyone much. between watching some really fit guy collapse the lap before, and seeing a friend just about to drop, it was interesting to experience a whole other range of emotions that can come along with the ultramarathon experience.
once we were out there, i kept wanting to try to go faster (which isn't saying much, i think trying to run was slower than walking by this time).
in response to me even talking about, much less trying, going faster, brandi kept pointing out (something like) that we were in a place that we should be, at a time that we should be, and that we should just enjoy it. even though i agreed and tried to soak it in at the time, 24 hours later while strolling in to work it really hit me: that was a special time in my life.
at one point i stopped to fix a blister (really, a blister can make you want to stop, when you're only barely walking?!), of course all passers-by checked in to see if i was ok or needed anything, just like we did when we saw people stopped or slowed earlier.
here's dan pieroni, the oldest finisher 3 years in a row. this was his 40th ultra. he is insane. you can really meet some neat people out there. how is he insane? won a racquetball tournament on a broken ankle. helped his brothers up a mountain in a lightning storm on a different broken ankle (making a cast of duct tape and a hiking boot). he gets dropped of in the yukon territory for "violent" cylcing training comprising himself, a gun, a bike, whatever gear he can carry, and a button to call a helicopter in case of emergency. three months later, someone picks him up. 3 years ago he beat prostate cancer. he's been married 49 years and only has sex with his wife.
now this is about the only time during an ultra when you feel "almost there." to you, it may seem like when your runner is at mile 85 of 100, that they are getting close and probably think that they are are almost there, and that just isn't the case. 15 miles can be really hard. even 5 or 3 or 1?!
relieved
the good and the bad
what went well
what did not go well
gear
nutrition
garmin data
elevation data. the race organizers publish 8,000ft up, 8,000ft down
weather data:
upcoming races
earth day 50k in CL. this will be a fun training run/race and i want to try to go fast!
ice age trail 50 in WI in May.
angeles crest 100. if i was gonna do a "shit ultrarunners say" quote then it would be that umstead was just training for ac100. i know i can go the distance now, but ac100 is going to be a different animal. it has more elevation change than western states, at 2x+ the up and 3x+ the down when contrasted with umstead.
thanks
everyone who sent me a message during the run. i feel like this borders on being "too connected" and that people might say i should be out there and experiencing the purity of the run on my own. for me, it feels good (that's an understatement) to know that my family and friends are thinking of me. also thanks to karen and jen for being out there to pace for others and occassionally help me out. if karen wasn't there i think i would have headed out for every lap with only one shoe tied!
special thanks
ann. i try to run at times that are convenient for the fam. early mornings, lunch time during work, late nights. regardless, it must be tough sometimes. "i'm going for a run, be back in ___." and who knows how long ___ might be. running shit all over multiple rooms of the house? usually. talking about running? probably too much.
dad. thanks for being there and for helping me haul me and my stuff around and keep it organized. it was such a relief to know that you that you were a phone call away and to know that you'd be there whenever i needed you and at the finish line.
brandi. would i have finished this race if you weren't there? i don't know. would i have missed a cutoff because i had taken a nap in the rain on the side of the trail, if you weren't keeping me awake? probably. would it have been an absolute blast and a party to run through the night after running all day? no way. thanks for being there and for cheering and talking and listening and helping.
wrapping it up
finishing an ultramarathon of any distance feels great. i mean, even though it might actually feel like sheer self-torture at the time, or for part of the time, feeling the happiness of knowing that you did it far outlasts the pain or suffering that can happen along the way. and unlike the 5k, half, or big city marathon you might be eyeing as a future goal, an ultramarathon includes a very special deep sense of community. for all but a select few, this is not a race to see who is fastest, it is a race just to see if we can do it. together.
maybe brandi said it best...
"Insert your body in this picture. You will be forever changed."
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"many people, even those who love you, don't understand how compelling that can be, and will try to keep you in the 'safety zone.' but fuck that. half the fun is venturing into the unknown, taking on the difficult task that yields new knowledge, doing more and testing your limits."
-marshall ulrich
now it's official!
(download full size to read)
this is a 3 hour 180bpm (tempo synched to match my running cadence) continuous mix for long run training and to help me get through my first ultramarathon.
it tempo shifts (speeds up or slows down without changing pitch) and (mostly) nicely blends a lot of music that i find encouraging, ridiculous, fun, happy, or just plain badass. some of the 120 sped up to 180bpm songs sound a bit weird, and when you're in the zone it tends to just work out and you don't notice.
this didn't get past second draft status before the kids were doing some kind of plate/water cup stacking game near my computer one day, so there's a couple spots i would touch up a bit, and some overall mastering would probably be benficial. nonetheless, it's fun and upbeat as is.
download or stream here
track listing:
stronger riddim (yroc intro edit) (sample)
two fingers - fools riddim
four tet - plastic people
sleigh bells - run the heart
barrington levy - here i come
deadelus - how low can you go (live at santos exceprt)
emika - drop the other
dj Sega - tic toc
kid606 - never underestimate the power of a holler (Vipee-pee Mix)
why? - the hollows (yroc dance party edit)
dillon francis & diplo feat. maluca - que que
major lazer - pon de floor (drop the lime remix)
the russian futurists - hoeing weeds sowing seeds
deadelus - make it so (xxxchange
remix)
actress - always human
flylo - astral plane riddim
micheal jackson - billie jean (yroc flylo mix)
flying lotus - do the astral plan
daft punk - one more time
bmore riddim
lady gaga - bad romance / bmore riddim
bmore riddim / stronger riddim / zomby - mozaik / ll cool j - mama said knock you out (yroc thing) (here's a sample of the draft of that part)
felix da housecat - kick drum
rustie - throw some d's (click clack)
kenny knotts - watch all people them dancing
soundmurderer and sk-1 - sound boy
lcd soundsystem - all my friends
daft punk - harder better faster stronger
wiz khalifa - no sleep
tittsworth - EZ
some acid song
bel biv devoe - poison (tittsworth remix)
tiger and woods - time
deadelus - taylor made (feat milosh)
king cannibal - xx mix excerpt
ciara - oh (feat ludakris)
martyn - 2472
postal service - great heights
e.s.g. - dance
barrington levy - dancehall rock (yroc's too slow to dance (oops) version)
rick ross - hustlin (sinden bmore remix)
jackie chain - Rollin (ft Jhi Ali)(Diplo Remix)
prefuse 73 - back in time
lady gaga - paparazzi
the golden filter - solid gold
gang gang dance - mind killer
das racist - you outta know
!!! - steady as the sidewalk cracks
gold panda - snow and taxis
tokimonsta - sa mo jung
dj sega - real love
mylo - drop the pressure
lykke li - dance dance dance (buraka som sistema remix)
daft punk - harder better faster stronger (diplo's work is nover over)
kid606 - radio killed the video star
lupe fiasco - i don't wanna care right now
africa hi-tek - do u wanna fight
dj funk riddims
dead prez & wtf - bigger than hip hop (dubstep remix)
nightmares on was - 70s 80s
kid606 - smack my glitch up
this is an account of one of the best days of my life. do you have kids? if you have kids, picture the first time you held your son or daughter in your arms. if you don't have kids, imagine one of the best days or moments of your life (and keep it in mind and tell me about sometime). or maybe just imagine being a kid again. that's the level of experience we're talking about here... very deep, positive, emotional, even spiritual.
i'm writing this up for a few reasons. the first is that this was such a beautiful and special day that i want to remember all of the details that i can forever. the second is so that i have some notes to refer to for future runs. the third is to share some info and howto and tips and tricks, to cover the kinds of things that people commonly ask about, and to cover the things i forget to talk about. and finally, it's to encourage other people to get out on the trails or the sidewalks and to start putting one foot in front of the other, because you'll be surprised to see how far you can go and how much you can accomplish.
there will hopefully be many more ultras in my future, and it seems like the first one will always be special to me. relentlessly progressing along the course, realizing that i can do this thing, and realizing that i just did it, greatly expanded my sense of appreciation for life.
even though completing your first ultra takes a lot of learning, planning, time, and mileage up front, along with a strong spirit of endurance while in progress, and as much of an accomplishment as it feels like, i think in a strage way that it is easier than it seems. it's not like a crowded road race, you have nature around you, the people are wonderful, it's expected that you'll walk a lot, you get to stop and have snacks along the way, your fellow runners are smiling and saying encouraging things to you (and you to them), you can have a chat at any time with people pacing near you, you can ask for help, you can offer help, and you run at a reasonable pace that is much slower than road race pace and therefore much easier on your body.
this was a great first-timer course and event: very well organized, clearly marked, well-positioned and well-stocked aid stations, helpful and encouraging volunteers, the kids race and ease of access for the family, and the celebrity factor of having dean karnazes (check out his books, i've read them all and they're good) there added a bit of zip too.
at least one of you will do this one with me next year. who will it be?!
Lessons learned
highlights: (this is a lot of unique and happy memories for one compressed time period!)
notes:
did i leave anything out?
if you've ever thought "maybe i could do that some day" you should start now because you can. people can do some crazy shit! the runners in that race ranged in age from 20 to 60.
so take the dog for an extra walk around the block or do a 5k or a half or marathon or ultra, hop on a bike, do anything. take the first step, get moving!
next, pictures
arriving / base camp / 4:40 in the morning.
the early morning scene
the starting line and finish line feels much different in this kind of event than the ones at the handful of halfs or other races i've done. unlike a half or marathon where i'm trying to PR, on this run my goals were to enjoy every minute of time on the trails and to finish. the special moments happen out on the trail, in talking with people, in putting together and following the plan, in convincing yourself to stick with it. so the finish line is sort of bittersweet, as it is in many ways sad to have everything come to an end
countdown!
head lamps looked neat, wish these would have turned out
(event staff photo)
getting lighter...
sun!
stoppin for a pic
a nice view
my new buddies:
aid station at mile 28
the scene at mile 28
this is (i think) brian. his girlfriend grew up in mt proz
thanks for the notice!
aid station fare at mile 35 (was also mile 21)
mile 40 aid station (event staff photo)
things got harder after leaving the mile 35 aid station and i was OK up to the mile 40 aid station. overall i felt surprisingly well, just some general fatigue and muscle soreness, and the problem i was having was with the left ankle ligaments that i had strained early on. i had to really focus on my form and take every step carefully so as to not make it any worse. i knew that if i did that, even though every step hurt, everything would work out.
it was time for M83 to the rescue! i don't know what the words are other than the parts where they say "carry on," and i was thinking of how julian and jordan said in the car a few days earlier that this new one is remix of the song from the skate video (lower your eyelids to die with the sun).
couldn't deal with pictures anymore, though we ran through some lovely open fields and some soft and quiet pine forests.
remembered to follow the orange
The scene back at the camp while i was around mile 45 (event staff photo). see that ridge in the background? from way farther to the left to farther to the right, we covered on foot.
the kids ran a 1k while i was out there, racing buzz lightyear, spongebob, elmo, and others. they did great! i had wanted to finish in time to see this, and even though i did not it still felt good to know that they were running while i was
around the time they finished, and for the rest of the run, i was listening to this other M83 song on repeat, crying (happy crying, even though i was in pain) my way through the final miles
almost there...
10 hours and 57 minutes later
high-fivin the kids at the finish. hard to describe how good that felt!
trying to hug the boys. jordy said i was too stinky and kept running away!
winners!
dean! dean said he is working on making his legs look mine
link to garmin data, elevation, and a google earth overview of the course
and next up... umstead 100 in the spring
and then hopefully western states 100 in june
and then off to cali for angeles crest 100 in july
and then off to the mountains again... for leadville 100 in august