Friday, October 9, 2015

Painful (Non)Elimination

 
In the past six years or so since I began my journey into the world of ultras I have set and accomplished a lot of wonderful goals. I have attempted four 100 mile races, finishing three out of the four. I have ran 100 miles in under 24 hours twice, ran a distance PR of 108 miles in 24 hours, and gradually improved my times in distances from 5k, to 50k to 100 miles. More importantly than all of this, I've learned to listen to my body and HOW to listen to my body. I've pushed beyond what I thought my limits were and I've become a much stronger person through all of this toil. Well, I took on an all new ultra running challenge this weekend.
 
As I've said many times before, none of this would ever be possible without my wife Angie, and our kiddos, Xander and Izabella. They supported me on yet another crazy adventure this weekend. I can guarantee that had they not been there for me, I would not have finished this race.
 
Painful Elimination is a special kind of running event. There have been a few like it popping up over the past couple of years, and I have been intrigued by them from the first time I saw one. This race was a 4 mph challenge. Everyone tows the line at 6am for the race start. You have one hour to complete a 4.25 mile loop. If you aren't back and at the starting line by the top of the next hour, you're eleminated. If you get back before the next hour begins, you have to wait to start with everyone else at the beginning of the next hour.
 
The reason I took this race on is because I knew it would be tough. I love the heat and humidity of summer, but it beats me up during ultras. I have a tough time keeping my core body temp down, and overheat easily. This manifests as stomach issues varying from minor to holy fuck. Typically I counteract this by taking significant breaks (of 20 mins or more) in the midday heat to soak in some icy cold water in my kiddie pool. Being a late August race, and a format that doesn't allow for much downtime, I knew this would be a risk. This risk is exactly what drove me to want to take on this race. I was looking for a new kind of challenge.
 
Painful Elimination was in Hudson, Illinois, a six hour drive (or seven with kids and my tiny bladder :), so I opted to take Friday off work in order to get to our hotel early and be able to make packet pick-up. My unbelievably awesome Angie got the car pre-packed for us, so there was just my gear to stuff in on Friday. I knew I'd be taking my special kiddie princess pool Ang found me at a yard sale (SCORE!) along with us. I had spoken to one of the RDs online and discovered there was no access to water (beyond that for the runners to drink :/) at the race start, so we had to pack three full igloos of water to fill my pool. I am a high maintenance dude!
 
Once the car was stuffed full we took our traditional family starting their road trip pic, and headed out on our newest adventure! Xan and Izzy are headed back to school next week so we planned this trip to be a last fun mini-vacation too.
 
 
 
The trip went pretty fast, offering gorgeous views of the enormous windmills in Illinois along the way. Our hotel was a great find by Awesome Angie, with a nice pool and the hugest room ever. It had practically a full kichen and the room itself was nearly twice as wide as your typical Holiday Inn Express or what-have-you. Awesomeness!
 
We had just enough time upon arriving- thanks to the time zone difference- to grap my shirt and bib. The shirt was really unique and cool, and the bibs were recycled from another event. I knew this was my kind of race :)
 
 
 
After settling in we headed out to Bob Evans for some din-din and then hit the pool afterwards.
 
And here is where I stray from my race tale to make fun of a fucking pervert asshole. When we went into the pool area there was a dude a bit older than me and a little boy wresting around in the pool. Shortly after my kiddos hopped in the water, while I'm still dangling my feet along the pool's edge, these two get out. I took them to be father and son. The dad wraps a hand-towel around himself and proceeds to pull off his damn swim trunks under it, while standing in full view of me and the kids. The boy stands there waiting and then takes the trunks to one of those spin-dryer extractor deals. The dad then slips a dry pair of shorts on, holding this tiny fucking towel in one hand and giving us way too much of a show. Here are my biggest problems with this situation: (1) There was a fucking bathroom about 30 steps away. (2) The dryer thing was actually back in a nook that provided total privacy. (3) Go to your fucking room and change like a decent human being.
 
If I'm at a race and there is no where for me to get some real privacy, I'll absolutely do a towel change like that. But I make sure there are no children around and I sure as fuck won't stand in front of a crowd just for kicks. I made fun of the guy loudly but I really wish I had said something directly to him like, "Hey dueschbag, this ain't a lockerroom. How about you take your saggy balls up to your own room for that?" But I digress.
 
After the pool I packed up my gear for the morning and opted to sleep in my running clothes because it saves a ton of time in the morning and we were planning a 4am wakeup time. This was only the second year for the race and they had way more people sign up than expected. After seeing the small parking area and even smaller section reserved for setting up our pop-up tent, we knew we better get there early. We were right!
 
After my prep was done, we all settled in to watch a couple episodes of Roseanne before bed. Aaaahhhhhhh.
 
4am came awful early. Soon we were lugging gear and setting up the tent and pool. Angie, Xan and Izabella all saw me off at the start. They were waiting to cheer me in at the end of the first loop, and had made me a fantastic poster with a picture of me running and little feet to attach at the start of each new hour :) I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch! Izzy had made me some other good luck drawings on the trip down, so my tent was done up right!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ang and our kiddos ventured back to the hotel and then into Normal where they were heading to a cool children's museum and found themselves smack dab in the middle of their annual corn and blues festival! Normal is a cool little college town anyways. Between the festival and the museum they had a blast; so much so they opted to take me back there on Sunday for the family vacay  part of our trip. It was an absolute blast!
 
Back at the race..
 
The loop wasn't too difficult...the first few times :) It didn't offer a ton of technical stuff, with the exception of a scattering of roots here in there in the short "true trail" section where we were actually in the woods. There were a couple of small hills. The toughest part for me was also the flattest...because it was completely without shade.
 
All runners began every loop together, at the top of each hour. This made things extra fun because far more people signed up for this second installment of the event than did the first year. With 75+ people all finagling for position, it took me a couple of loops to determine how to pace myself in order to get through the sunny first mile or so, and still be going into the single-track in a good location in the pack.
 
The loop started on a grassy park "service road". It was wide enough to run four abreast or so. Following this road we crossed a seriously scary bridge :) Anyone who has ran my 50s For Yo Momma race in Circleville, OH, is aware that I know a little something about bouncy bridges. Our course has a nice bridge that will shoot you up like a trampoline, especially if you are on it with someone else running as well. But the Painful Elimination bridge was a whole other animal. It was about 6' wide and....well...twisted. Imagine a giant grabbing this son-of-a-bitch like a wet towel and just wringing it out. With so many of us running across it at once, it was more than a bit terrifying. As the crowds dwindled throughout the day, I figured out the right path to take across it to all but eliminate the bounce; though my fear of it never fell away completely.
 
After the bridge of death, we meandered along the road, through some tall grass. A little less than a mile in, we hit some wonderful single-track. This was just a short jaunt to get us to the creek crossing. This creek crossing was one of my favorite parts of the course. The day began warming up quickly and the humidity was on the rise as well. The icy water was just over knee-deep and felt wonderful. I came close to lying down in it several times throughout the day!
 
What I enjoyed even more were the hilarious comments I heard the first two times we crossed it. The website and pre-race email clearly stated that there would be a creek crossing and that you WOULD get your feet wet. All part of trail running, right? Well I thought so, but at least fifteen people in front of me on the first loop disagreed. People were tippy-toeing down the hill and looking for any way they could find AROUND the creek. Keep in mind this creek was too wide to jump, especially because of the steep grade of the hill leading down to it's bank, as well as the angle of approach, as there was a 90 degree turn just before the plunge. It's funny to think on now, but at the time it sucked because we were still on single-track and there was no good way to pass the slew of folks pussy-footing there way across. I resigned myself to wait more or less patiently. Grumble grumble.
 
This makes a great spot for a segway into other hilarious things I heard on those first couple of loops. There were all the quintessential race conversations nearly all of us are guilty of: which shoes are the best; what new shoes someone just got; how many miles can you put on shoes; what kind of hydration system do you use; elctrolytes- pro or con; other races to run; other races someone has ran; DNF's; PR's; OMG; LOL. Then there was the narrator. Captain Obvious. The guy who gave everyone around him a play-by-play of exactly what we were all seeing transpire right before our very eyes. I took all this in, smiling gratefully for the welcome entertainment.
 
On the other side of the creek was a relatively steep hill, which of course became super sloppy as the day wore on. Next was more running in essentially an open field in the sun- yay! After a quarter of a mile or so, we hit the real trail section of the course, running on some great single track with a few hills. I thoroughly enjoyed this section each and every time I got to it.

There was one great spot about halfway along where the trail dropped down steeply, then shot back up the next hill, with a very large vine hanging across the path. Part way through the day I whacked my head on that damn vine in a true Abbott & Costello moment.

Unfortunately, the single track ended right back where it started, dropping us back into the unforgiving sun. But this is why I was there- the challenge.

The first few laps went well. 47 minutes. 43 minutes. 44. 45.46.47:30. 50. I kept right around that 50 minute mark for the rest of the day, with only the last two loops cutting er' a little close.

I felt relatively well until loop number eight. All the hours running in the heat was finally catching up with me. My stomach started to get a little out of whack. I had my kiddie pool and it was definitely helping- not to mention a blast to flop into while most folks around had a chuckle at the site.

By the last loop I was feeling like crap on toast. Food was going down well all day, but I made the mistake of drinking half an Ensure on two consecutive loops. Still being Paleo, I can usually do small amounts of sugar during races. My stomach was growling like a fucking bear so I opted for some quick calories and paid the price. My stomach rebelled. Thankfully I was able to keep my shit together for the last couple of hours and get er' done.

The final loop was excellent because I was able to push through all that pain and actually run fast enough to catch up to a couple of the leaders! I ran with Meghan Kennihan and another fella whose name I didn't get. They were both great people and let me tag along for the last half the loop. Thank goodness they did! They really helped me to push it out for a strong finish.

On a side note- Meghan was a total beast! She looked like a million bucks all day, never showed any signs of fatigue, and continued running while the rest of us slackers were laying in pools or keeled over in camp chairs, waiting for the next loop to start.

As we walked it out in the sun during the final stretch, another nice fella came up from behind and joined us too! As we all approached the finish for the last time, I asked if everyone was cool with crossing the line together. They all were! The four of us ran it in together for a 4-way tie for second place! Yay!


 
 
Afterwards my awesome family took care of me. Angie had everything packed up and ready to go by the time I was finished. After a few quick pictures and collecting my trophy (Yay!), we headed back to the hotel.
 
 



Xander and Izabella had made me some cool surprises at the awesome kids' museum in Normal. Izzy had also made me some sweet new knitted arm sleeves and crafts. My kids totally rule!

I had planned on all of us heading out to a movie after the race- after all, it was ONLY 12 hours, right? Unfortunately, my damn stomach totally rebelled, and I spent the rest of the night curled up in bed. However, we had brought along a full season of Roseanne, so we all enjoyed an evening of hysterical, blue-collar humor.

The next day was the bomb. Ang and the kiddos took me to Normal! We scouted out the festival, witnessed an awesome corn on the cob eating contest, toured a great used book store, and spent a couple of hours hosting puppet shows and making art in the kids' museum.






Fantastic adventure!

The thing is, I was left with this feeling after the race. It was the same thing I felt after O24. Of course I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. I had redefined my own limits again, and it was amazing. However, there is this deeper sensation that it's time to take on some new challenges. Enter....breakdancing!

 

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

One Small Hill- 2015 O24 Race report


-O24-

Where to begin?
 
With my family of course!

 
Angie, Xander and Izabella. These three beautiful people are my whole world. They inspire me, encourage me and support me. Without them I could never accomplish the crazy, huge dreams I dream.
 
I spent the weekend of May 2-3 running for 24 hours in Kirtland, OH. My family spent the weekend taking care of me.  Believe me when I say that their task was exponentially tougher than mine! Even before the race they were helping me pack, prepping bags of food to ensure I got enough calories, stuffing the car full, making me Angie-Bars, cooking me soup, and waking up super-early to make the 4-hour trek to the race. Once there they helped set-up our campsite, fed me, filled water bottles, sun-blocked me, made me hats and posters and side-walk chalk drawings to keep me motivated, and walked a couple of loops with me. They pushed me to run strong for 24 hours, and then they packed everything up after the race and drove me home while I slept nearly the entire way. Thank goodness for my awesome family!
 
We were there in plenty of time to grab my packet, get set-up, get all my crap ready for race morning, talk to our many friends running as well, and still walk a loop of the course together. The Rocks & Roots crew were representing in full-force, many of them sporting our Not Yo Momma’s shirts! You guys rock!


 
It was awesome to “sleep-in” on race day. With a wonderful 8:00AM start, my fam and I were able to get plenty of shut-eye. Sweet!
 
The overnight temps were chilly but not TOO chilly. We turned on our small tent heater and snoozed comfortably all night long. (Talk about roughin’ it!) I slept uncharacteristically well for the night before a race, though I did wake up a couple of times. I wound up rising and shining about 6:00AM. After Izabella and I hit the john’s, I enjoyed a breakfast of delicious date logs. Yummy!
 
A quick shit-stop before the restrooms got busy followed by a little stretching, and I was ready to go. After taking plenty of family pics and getting lots and lots of good luck hugs and kisses, I lined up with the other runners, feeling awesome.
 
Soon we were off and…yep….running. My race started out great. I felt as well-trained and ready to tackle this undertaking as ever I had.

 
I had my Garmin set-up on a cycle of, run 4 minutes, walk 1 minute. This would most likely change based on where the best spots to walk presented themselves in the loop, but I wanted to be sure I had this in place from the start so I didn’t take off too fast and fuck my day up before it ever really started.
 
“One small hill.” That’s what the brochure says :) That little bastard was rough! Worse than the hill itself was the “climb” to it. Basically the entire distance from the start area to  One Small Hill, was uphill. A slight, gradual uphill grade. I used One Small Hill as my first walking point, and this worked great for the first 48 miles.  I had a system in place from the very first lap, where I would walk to the top of One Small Hill, run the dip down to the bridge, and walk the short climb on the other side of the bridge.  This worked famously, but being too lazy and stubborn to change my Garmin settings, I was getting beeps at random times all over the course. I truly wish I could remember every comment I got on these beeps from other runners. I heard everything from, “You backing up?”, to , “Time for your pills?”, and I heard them 374 times each :)
 
After battling stomach issues in the heat at several races over the past few years, I was hoping for mild temps- as are usual for 024. Because I signed up, the forecast was calling for some of the highest temps and humidity of the year. Kick-ass :/ On the glass-is-half-full side of things, it didn’t rain and was a gorgeous day and night and day again.
 
The temps began steadily climbing early in the day. I don’t remember where they topped out, but it was somewhere in the mid to high 80s. Given that we’d had very little super-hot weather yet this year, I was still feeling pretty under-acclimated. Fortunately I have learned the hard way to take a seat in the shade and cool off however I can during the hottest part of the day. Even better, I’ve learned to follow my own damned advice.
 
I began icing myself down frequently when I came through the aid station. Every other loop, or every third loop for several hours in the afternoon. I had a ritual each time, first dipping my bandana and hat into the ice water cooler, and then filling my bottle with ice and water, if needed. During one of the thousands of times I performed this routine, a very angry lady- also a runner- shoved me quite hard and shouted, “Hey, you’re dripping!” Totally stunned, I stared at her trying to decipher her bizarre riddle. She offered no further explanation, but held a hand pointing to something beside me. Glancing around I finally figured out what the hell she was referring to. I had just slapped my soaking wet hat and bandana back onto my head, and water/sweat was pouring down my head, rolling off the brim of my hat…and directly into the cooler of ice I was scooping from. “Ooops”, was all I could muster. I believe I uttered something else like, “Didn’t realize.” Though I did feel a little bad, I couldn’t help but wonder how this lady survived at ultras if THAT grossed her out. I’ve seen dudes lube their junk up and then immediately grab a handful of M&Ms with the same hand from a community bowl. Hmmm.

 
I had two breaks scheduled on my super-nerdy pace chart. The first was slated for 1:30PM. This worked out perfectly, as the heat was already slapping my ass around. I was almost perfectly on schedule, with 29 loops logged only one minute slower than I had planned. Wicked cool.

 
I spent the next 20 minutes in a camp chair, positioned in a wonderful patch of shade burrowed from our neighbors pop-up tent, dousing myself with cold water. Angie ran around getting me everything from my mental- and dorkily typed up- checklists. Bottles refilled, Pedialyte, trail mix, naproxen, a change of shoes and socks, and on and on the list could go.
 
I recently opted to start changing my shoes and socks regularly in events over 50k. I used to only do so if it became an absolute necessity. So far so good. Brand new for me at O24 was the use of a muscle rub during the race. I had been reading lots of race reports for Old Dominion in the months prior to O24, as I was considering running it this year. One of the reports was written by a feller who swears by his use of a muscle rub on his legs during 100 milers. This is something I have long wondered about, as my generic Wal-Mart brand, icy-hot muscle rub works wonders post-race. So I gave it a try, applying it three times throughout the day and let me just say, DAMN! Pure awesomeness! I had absolutely no soreness in my legs during the race.
 
I had been eating well all day, downing 400 calories per hour in various combinations of trail mix, dates. Date logs. Angie Bars, Lara Bars and baby food pouches. After only 13 miles I began to have what I assumed were gas pains. I grudgingly took a Gas-X, knowing it was really early to be battling stomach issues. The gas pains persisted up through 48 miles, when I opted to go ahead and take the second of my scheduled breaks a bit early.
 
Plopping down in the glorious shade again, I poured water all over myself and began to strip. Going all the way down to my shorts, I then took my bandana and rinsed and cooled every damn exposed piece of skin until I was actually shivering a bit in the cool breeze. Heaven! I once again changed shoes and socks, and this time added a fresh shirt and bandana. As I went through the rest of my break routine, watching the same people come around lap after lap, a large, dark cloud threatened to settle over my head. I was bummed out. Seriously fucking bummed out. The awareness of how bummed I was made me feel even more bummed. Don’t misunderstand- I had no thoughts of stopping. After my first (and last) DNF at MO 100 a few years ago, I don’t even let the thought of stopping enter my mind. This bummer was the knowledge that I would absolutely keep going, but I might not reach my goal if this fucking stomach shit kept nagging at me. This kind of negativity usually doesn’t hit me until the overnight hours, somewhere between 60-80 miles, when my fam is snoozing and I am all alone with my thoroughly thrashed body, my exhausted brain and my dismal thoughts. That’s when I usually start questioning what the hell I’m doing out there. Why? I could be spending this time with my kiddos. Why am I out here in the damn dark, trudging along for a stinking belt buckle. Until eventually the answers come, and I remember that I am out here setting a positive example for my kids. I am teaching them something unbelievably valuable about hard work and setting goals and working towards your dreams and dreaming so big you don’t know if you can accomplish those dreams but you’re damned well gonna try.
 
But here I was, only 48 miles in to what I hoped would be more than 103 miles (my PR for 24 hours), feeling all those familiar feelings of BLAH, and wondering where the hell I was gonna get the fucking fortitude to move forward. My body felt spectacular but my stomach just wouldn’t cooperate. I went back over and over everything in my head. Every food choice. Every calorie. Every mile. What could I possibly have done better? What should I have done differently? Damned if I knew.
 
At this point I assumed I was experiencing “normal” stomach issues. I decided to try some of my wife’s amazing paleo beef-veggie soup. Knowing me better than I know myself, she looked at me sideways saying, “Really?”, when I asked if she could please heat me up a bowl. I admit that I, too, thought it was a long shot, but I had to try something. This turned out to be one of the two best decisions I made all day, the other being opting for early breaks in the heat of the day. I had a tough time talking myself into the first bite, but the soup went down smooth and I gobbled it up quickly.
 
Normally I don’t break out my tunes and/or audiobooks until the late miles of a race, but my fam had decided to head in to the local YMCA for some swimming and other fun adventures for a few hours. Knowing I had a long span of time without them, and with my stomach and mind still in shambles, I decided to breakout Serial. Another stellar decision on my part. Yes! Although I had greatly enjoyed talking and running with many of my trail pals throughout the day, including Anne Lang who walked a loop with me when I desperately needed the company, I was in a truly dark space inside my own damn head right now. I need something to pull me out. What better than a who-dun-it about a convicted killer!
 
I had been enjoying the hell out of the Serial podcast in the weeks prior to O24. Honestly, I was greatly anticipating finishing it at the race, so pressing play brought a quick smile to my face.
 
At this point I opted to walk a couple of additional sections of the course. These were both short, steady climbs that made a world of difference. All the power-hiking I’ve been practicing on the Not Yo Momma’s course at Great Seal State Park really paid of for me at O24. When I was walking during those last 50+ miles, I was walking fucking fast!
 
I was feeling tremendously better by the time I finished Serial- other than being pissed off by the ending! The soup from earlier sat well on my tummy, so from this point on I fueled almost exclusively on it.  Every 4th loop I would grab a cup-full and walk out of the camp area eating it. In this way I was completing 4-5 miles per hour.
 
The sun slowly dipped down. As the shadows grew longer, we spent less and less time running in the sun. My emotional state continued to improve. By the time night settled in and Ang and our kiddos snuggled into their sleeping bags for the night, I was feeling more or less great!
 
Awesome Angie prepared me one last cup of soup for the night, and left me all the supplies ready to heat some more while she slept. The podcast had worked so well, and the number of runners still left on the course had dropped so low, that I decided to breakout the first of two Sookie Stackhouse books accompanying me on this adventure. By morning I had listened to both complete books :)


I had the best overnight portion of a 100 miler I have ever had, hands down. I still list caffeine as my “secret weapon”, drinking only decaf coffee (and that only moderately), and depriving myself of even that for the week prior to a race. At O24 I began consuming about 4oz of regular coffee every three hours or so. It might has well have been crack! I was wide-awake the entire night, never feeling the slightest tug of sleepiness. Also, I finally invested in a decent headlamp and flashlight. My night vision totally sucks, so this made a huge difference to my sanity through the night.


Following my run/walk cycle for many more hours, which now included a total of three spots on the course I was walking, I managed to haul my ass around that damn loop 108 times, PR’ing my 24 hour best by 5 miles, and PR’ing my 100 mile time by about 3 hours, reaching that benchmark at 22 ½ hours. And all this while stopping for about 5minutes every fourth loop to warm up a cup of soup on our camp stove :)
 
Strangely I felt absolutely fantastic for at least the last 30 miles. My body felt as strong as it ever has during an ultra, so once my stomach came around I was golden.
 
Another first for me at O24 was “racing”- at least for the last 6 loops ;) I am not a competitive person in any traditional sense. I compete with myself, always striving to improve. When I take part in races I go in looking to better myself and my past accomplishments. When I hit the 100 mile mark at O24, I knew I wanted to push myself to get any as many more miles as possible. I still had 90 minutes and I was feeling stronger all the time. Much to my surprise, when I came through on that 100th lap, Angie is in super-competition mode. She starts telling me how many people are ahead of me, and who I need to catch, and I’m pretty sure there was a whole bunch of other stuff thrown in there, too :) Though I felt great, I was still 22 ½ hours in to a very hard endeavor, and my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders. Ang shoved me back out onto the course, still shooting instructions at me. I ran one of the fastest splits of the day on that loop. WTF?

The next loop Izabella walked with me :)  Izzy, Xan and Ang had all walked a loop with me ealier the evening before, but Xander said my pace was so weird that he couldn’t keep up walking but his jogging pace was a little too fast.  He decided to sit out the second lap with me :)
 
The last six loops were a total blur. I kept running faster and faster- though not really “fast”. I actually found myself trying to catch up with the couple of runners ahead of me with the same number of laps on the board. Crazy. It was a real rush to feel a competitive spark fire up inside me!


 
Unfortunately, after the race my stomach went really haywire, and as the morning heated up super-quickly, I was utterly worthless for packing up the car :/ I found out the next day- via FB- that a couple of folks had been forced to drop due to stomach bugs! I really belive that my stomach issues were the result of some kind of bug. Luckily, those issues subsided for me!
 
O24 is an awesome event that I’d recommend to anyone. Great course, great volunteers, great medals and buckles.

 
Thanks so much to all involved with this event. Thanks to all my trail buddies who shared miles and conversations.

 
The biggest thanks, as always, goes out to my family. You guys kick so much ass and I love you!







 
 

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

FTPR: Friends, Trails, Perpeteum & Robs


FTPR 50k

4-11-15





Rob.


Not a name that exactly strikes fear into the hearts of anyone. In fact, I can’t think of many notable Robs. There’s Robert Louis Stevenson, famed author of Treasure Island; Robert A. Heinlein, obscure author of fantastical tales; and Survivor Rob Mari-dorko, who instills in me only a tangible urge to punch him in the face.

When I signed up for Rob Powell’s Forget the PR 50k for the first time back in 2011, I wasn’t afraid of any Robs. Why should I be? After all, it’s my name too!

Back then I was a relative newb to the ultra community. I had heard stories of how tough the FTPR course is, but had virtually nothing to compare it too. I was logging lots of miles on the trails at A.W. Marion State Park, which are challenging in their own right, but boy was I not expecting the level of difficulty that I was in for!

Ironically, I ran my fastest and all-around “best” FTPR that first year, coming in at 6:17 and some change. Most importantly, I felt like a million bucks all day and had an absolute blast.



Going into the 50k for my fourth time this year (had to miss 2014 due to an injury ), I felt great about my training. FTPR would be my longest training run for the upcoming 024, as well as a race in itself. I was hoping to push myself to a FTPR PR  :)

My Paleo diet isn’t “new” anymore, but now I am working on dialing in my nutrition for races. Many paleo ultrarunners utilize sugary food sources during ultras, the theory being that you use it up as fast as you can consume it, so there should be no worry of a bunch of crud laying around in your guts, gunking up your works. Since going Paleo I have completed a few 50ks and a 24 hour race. I have seen improvement in my times, kept my stomach in check and accomplished other goals. What I’m trying to do now is to zero in on nutrition for ultras that is “convenient”.  Up to now I’d been relying on real foods.  Unfortunately many of these are bulky and require cooking or refrigerating.  For FTPR I decided to experiment with some convenient “sugary” nutrition- Ensure and Perpeteum.

Long story short- bluck. Waaaaaaayyyyy too much shit in my system. The Perpeteum immediately gave me gas- and not the funny, flarpping kind- so I was popping Gas-X to counteract that. The first Ensure went down well and really boosted my energy level. The second one kicked me in the balls so hard I  never recovered fully. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we…






My awesome wife, and one-woman-crew, Angie, drove the two hours to Mohican, graciously letting me sleep the whole way. We arrived in plenty of time for me to haul all my mountain of stuff to the Start/Finish area, hit the mile long shitter line, get checked in, gear up, stretch out and even steal a kiss on my way out :) Our kiddos opted to sit this one out, deciding to stay home with their visiting cousins. However, my daughter gave me one of our traditional good-luck bows to clip on my vest :)




The pre-race meeting was brief and to-the-point. Follow the flags to the covered bridge ( a particular color but I can’t remember now whether it was orange or yellow :/).Flags always on your right. Rob’s wife Johna sang the most beautiful rendition of the Star Spangled Banner I’ve ever heard. A minute later we were on the trail. After a short trip around the lower campgrounds we hung a right, crossed a bridge, and headed up the first of many, many climbs.






The 2015 FTPR course was modified a bit because of all the rain the weeks prior. Rather than one big loop for us 50k’ers, we would be doing two. The first was 17-ish miles and the second 13-ish. The river crossing- my FAVORITE part of this event- was axed. I was bummed, but upon seeing the raging waters, I knew Rob made the right decision.



I was immediately patting myself on the back for the decision to use my trekking poles. An X-Mas gift from my wife last year, I have been using them on and off ever since. I scooted up the hill at a power-hike, feeling good about my uphill pace. A stroll across the ridge and we were soon cascading over the other side, dipping into a little valley before popping back up another shorter hill. Here’s where I made my first “follow-the-herd” mistake of the day, tagging right along with two runners who missed the turn up the hill. I quickly noticed my mistake (thank goodness) and laughed as the dude in front of me spoke my thoughts, “We’re all a bunch of sheep!”


Popping up in the upper campgrounds I let the memories of last summer wash over me. Angie, our kids and I volunteered at Mo 100 for the overnight shift at Covered Bridge. We had a great time helping out all our trail running peeps. The overnight hours at ultras are always my favorite, whether I’m running or volunteering. Those hours are always filled with mystery, magic and adventure! If I’m running, these are the hours I usually feel the worst- and have the best memories!


…aaaaannnnnd back to the present.


We cruised past the campgrounds, down the long gravel drive, past the mountain bike trail (thank you Rob!) and right on down to the sidewalk along Route 3. Turning right, we headed into the woods. It felt good to enjoy this section of Mo in the daylight. At Mo 100 it’s always pitch black or I am either too beat up or overcome with emotion to truly appreciate this little bit of heaven.


We meandered down the trail, making our way along the State Park campgrounds. I absolutely love this stretch of the trail. Kinda technical, but mostly it just always feels like possibility to me. By this time most of the pack is spread out so I can cruise at my own pace and just enjoy getting lost in my thoughts of what the day’s adventure has in store for me.


After a very short trip on the road through the State Park campgrounds, we turned left and headed up Big Ass Hill. Yes! I turned on my son’s wanna-be-a-Go-Pro camera to capture the torture. The video actually turned out pretty good on the hike up. Once I hit the top and started running…let’s just say I’m no Travis Lloyd, folks. The video looks like I just tossed the camera in a blender. Fuck.





I can honestly say that after a few years under my belt of hiking up Sugarloaf Mountain down on the Not Yo Momma’s course, Big Ass Hill didn’t quite kick the shit out of me as badly as previous years. In fact, with the aid of my trusty trekking poles, the first trip only half killed me :) I also talked to a nice fella about his experience at Old Dominion. I had been considering running it this year, but after reading several race reports with terrible references to the amount of hard-packed surface, this fellas confirmation of that helped me decide to remove it from my schedule.


We made our way to the Fire Tower, where I was greeted by my pals Adrienne Anderson and Robbie Gannon. Amazing how seeing friends can give you a boost. Robbie topped off my water and I was off again.


Heading back into the woods I encountered my proudest moment of the day. A large group in front of me was hammering down a hill just as I entered the woods. They were heading left down that hill….meanwhile, I was staring to the right at the pretty flags going downhill that direction. Second-guessing myself, I hesitated, waiting for the next runner to confirm I was actually correct. By the time we decided we were, in fact, going the right way, the others were long gone.


I enjoyed this long, runable downhill section immensely, giving myself a large pat on the back for not following the herd. First. Time. Eva.


Nearly the entire stretch from Fire Tower to Covered Bridge is runable, with lots of nice downhills. At the CB I briefly lamented the fact that we wouldn’t be wading across the river, even as the alarmingly high and murky water rushed by several feet beneath me.


I had been chomping on a chewable Perpeteum once an hour so far. I started experiencing those delightful gas cramps, as I said, almost immediately after the first one. I was hoping that the gas was a by-product of the banana I had with breakfast that morning. I had already taken a Gas-X but it hadn’t done the trick.


I saw lots of wonderful folks volunteering at the CB, including Julia Zaleski and Kali Price. Kali pulled a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Lara Bar out of my Nathan Firecatcher pack for me, and brought a smile to my face when she said, “Ooh, you got one of the good ones.” True dat.





The section just after the CB just plain sucked for me.


We hung a left after crossing the bridge, and ran along the river for a short, flat stretch up to the dam. These rare flat sections at Mo are pure torture for me; this one exacerbated by the fact that I was feeling perty crumby.
 

Between the dam and the root climb I started having all kinds of bizarre issues. My fake Go-Pro hadn’t stopped recording at the top of Big Ass Hill, though I had taken extra care to make sure I stopped it to save space for the root climb. My trekking poles were becoming a huge pain whenever I wasn’t actually using them, and whenever I needed both hands free to take electrolytes, open wrappers, etc. My calves had been tight for weeks, no matter how much rolling I did. In fact, I woke up the morning before the race screaming with pain from the worst charlie horse I’ve ever had. My stomach was still a wreck. Sucksville.


The temps and humidity had been steadily rising all day. Not sure where they topped out, but I’m gonna go with FUCKING HOT. Typically I love the heat and humidity, but I’ve learned that it really can fuck my stomach up if I don’t heed the signs early. On a day like today, when I was experimenting with nutrition and gear, and with my stomach already rebelling, I had to take extra care to not “over do it.” So I scaled back my pace and stayed on top of my water and electrolytes.


The root climb is my second favorite part of the FTPR course. Disappointed that I couldn’t record it as I’d planned, I didn’t get to enjoy it fully. At the top I went into autopilot until some kind soul yelled, “Hey, you’re going the wrong way!” Sure enough, I was following the MO 100 course instead of the damn flags. So much for that earlier pat on the back.


On top of all the suck going on in my brain, I was about to begin my most hated part of the course. The section from the CB back towards the Start/Finish area begins with a couple of miles of flat as a board trails. This section starts beating me down mentally long before I ever get there. It’s one of those trails that I hate to walk because it is so flat, and I usually wind up pushing myself too hard on it.  It feels miles longer than it actually is. Making my way through here was only half as hellish as I feared, so I called it a win.





Back at the S/F area I tried my first Ensure of the day. It went down smooooooth. Adding a Perpeteum and a liberal swig of Coca Cola, I began ticking the other items off my mental list. Ang filled my water bottles and sunblocked me. After a fair amount of internal debate I opted to ditch my trekking poles. If I only had a pouch to stash them in ninja style while not climbing! I downed another Gas-X (my stomach feeling better at this point), changed my shoes and socks, dropped the “Go-Pro”, took a Naproxen, swigged some Pedialyte, devoured another Lara Bar, and headed back out.


Big Ass Hill was rougher on me this time. I cursed that fucking fallen tree about half way up. It tempted me so badly I almost stopped for a seat. I certainly missed my poles!


The second loop was going pretty well until just before I reached the CB. There is a section I like that runs up to the bridge through a deep gully. There are many foot bridges along this trail, criss-crossing the creek here and there. Right near the end of this section, I came upon a family out for a hike. A young couple with a tiny baby strapped to the front of the dad in one of those harness contraptions. They moved over slightly (and politely) to let me pass. I was moving at a decent clip again at this point and the they were positioned in this little nook at a tight turn around a tree. I noticed that other runners had obviously blazed a bit of a new path on the outside of the tree. I made a split-second adjustment and took one tiny hop to go up the small bank. Instant pain shot through my right calf. I screamed out, “Shit!”, terrifying the poor couple. They were both asking if I was OK as I writhed on the ground, frantically massaging and flexing my calf. Fuck. Assuring them I was fine, and apologizing for cursing and freaking them out, I slowly got to my feet and tested the calf with some weight on it. Ironically, both my calves felt much better now. WTF?  


This time we didn’t need to do the loop at the CB, just the “flat & back” section. My stomach still in check (though not perfect) and my energy levels great, I opted to take on the second Ensure. In retrospect I’m not sure if it was this….or the delicious bacon Kim Love-Ottobre gave me…. that thoroughly destroyed my gut for the next three miles or so. I’m guessing a bit of both :) (BTW- I in no way blame Kim for this. She was like an angel standing there with delicious bacon! Thanks, Kim!)


So here I was again, no more than ½ mile in to the most psychologically brutal section of the course, and my stomach went from OK, to terrible, to holy shit status in a hurry. It was really too soon for another Gas-X. After some awful run/walk tries, I finally resigned myself to a mosey. Turning on the Serial podcast, I covered about two miles before I felt well enough to try running again. Shortly thereafter I hit the 6:17:19 mark, which is my previous best FTPR finish. After wallowing in a fresh baked batch of self-pity over that nonsense, I realized that I was feeling a lot better. My stomach was in the neighborhood of OK and Serial had really helped to save me. By the time I made it back to the State Park Campgrounds I was running steadily (if not briskly) and back in control of my emotions.





I climbed and descended, feeling stronger with every step. Turning back into Mohican Adventures I got a nice surprise from the older gentleman who had been directing runners at the bottom of the long, gravel drive all day. I was beginning my climb again, when he hollered something at me. I had still been jamming my podcast, so I removed my headphones to the glorious sound of him telling me that if I was finishing I didn’t need to climb again! In fact, I only had to turn right and head straight back to the finish! Holy shit!! Opening up my last bottle of nitrous and speeding around the bend like a pack of turtles, I finished my fourth FTPR in my 3rd slowest time ever- 6:34:14. But I got er’ done!





After the race I took advantage of the showers. Angie and I hung out and talked to lots of our trail friends before heading back home. Of course we hit Wendy’s for my traditional post-race meal of the worst foods for me ever, where I took down a cow dipped him in frosty. Yum.


In the end I suppose I took on too much “testing” at one event, but this experience helped me beyond a doubt at 024 a few weeks later.


I can never say enough great things about RD Rob Powell, FTPR, the volunteers, the aid stations and the course. This is my favorite 50k, hands done. Rob is an awesome dude who puts his heart and soul into this event. The volunteers are the best around. Thanks so much to everyone involved!



Monday, May 18, 2015

Family. Friends. Fun. 50s For Yo Momma 2015


 
May 9, 2015
 
 

 


Family, friends & fun.

My wife Angie and I look forward to 50s For Yo Momma all year long. Although the week leading up to the race is typically filled with snafu’s, stress and a fair share of cursing, it is a true labor of love for the two of us.

50s is a day filled with family and friends, goals accomplished, and obstacles overcome. It is a day to make new friends and to enjoy the amazing culture of the ultra community.

This was our 5th year of racing at Hargus Lake in Circleville, OH, and our anniversary brought with it something we’ve never had before…a completely dry course! Being a spring trail race in Ohio, we typically have course conditions resembling a Tough Mudder without the fancy obstacles. In exchange for perfect trail conditions we got some serious heat and humidity. Both began to rise early, with the temp topping out at 92 degrees in late afternoon. Yikes! Luckily 98% of our course is under cover in the gorgeous woods surround Hargus Lake, but with the relentless humidity pressing down, there was no escape.

25k participants missed the worst of the extreme temps, but 50k and 50 milers battled over-heating and dehydration issues in various forms all day. Ironically, the perfect course conditions exasperated the issue, providing a foundation for runners to really push the pace early. I am fond of saying the 50s course beats you up slowly. With no significant climbs but lots of rollers contributing to the 900’+ of elevation gain each loop, it’s way too easy to take off fast and regret it a loop later. This may have been the case with the two runners leading the 50 mile much of the day. Those fellows were blazing a trail to the fastest times we’ve seen, with the leader finishing his first two loops just behind the 25k winner! Keep in mind, the 50 mile course is ½ mile longer than the 25k course, so this dude was seriously cruising! The heat eventually took its toll, causing both our early leaders to drop with only a loop or two to go. Joshua Rakosky told me he’d opted to play it a bit more conservative, betting the heat would catch up with the leaders. His gamble paid off, and he cruised to victory in the 50 mile in 9:09:02. The course record, btw, is an unbelievable 7:56:36!
 


Runners were cramping, battling stomach issues and dealing with exhaustion most of the day. We had the highest rate of DNF’s ever, with only 36% of our runners finishing the 50 miler. We were able to talk several runners down from that DNF ledge by encouraging them to take a break, go for a soak in our little pool, and munch on a delicious sno-cone J All of these folks were able to get their race back on track and finish with a smile. This is one of my favorite things about ultras! Sometimes a half hour spent wisely “resting” can make all the difference in the world!

 

 


 

Some highlights for me this year:

       -         Watching our youngest runner- a sixteen-year-old young lady- complete her second 50s For        Yo Momma 25k.
 
 

-         The moment when one young woman turned down 3rd place in the 50k because she had accidentally cut a half mile off the course. She realized her mistake on the second loop and told me it wouldn’t be fair to accept the award, because the next female finisher came in just  10 seconds behind her.
 
 

-         A good friend suffering a rough day had to DNF the 50 miler. After stopping, he made his way over to the campgrounds aid station and volunteered for several hours.

-         Watching in awe as Brian Greeley spanked the previous course record in the 25K by 16 minutes, running an incredible 2:10:46!

-         My daughter Izabella made a couple of motivational posters throughout the day:
 

 

-         Sno-Cones!! We must have made 500 sno-cones for runners throughout the day. Nearly every runner had one at some point.
 
 

-         Our medals. This being our 5th year, we decided to go retro and bring back all of our past years medals. We love them all, but the first two years are special to us because we were able to make them ourselves. The first year’s medal was a huge hit. Out of the first 45 medals I gave away, 40 were first year medals!
 

 

-         The kiddie pool. Glad so many runners enjoyed a dip!
 
 

 

I want to send a huge thanks out to all of our runners, volunteers and sponsors.

Runners:

There are so many amazing ultras to choose from these days. Thank you for running with us. We love the ultra community and are so happy to have the opportunity to support it!

 







 
 
 
Volunteers:

What a huge list. Several of our MVP volunteers were called away to weddings this year (what ever happened to June weddings, people???). Thankfully, several other folks stepped up to fill those much needed spots.

Matt Kim accompanied me for two days, course marking, toting supplies and doing whatever I asked of him. Then he spent the entire race day with us counting laps. Can’t begin to thank this guy enough for his time. Thanks also to his wife and son for loaing him to us and for helping as well.

 

Kathy Wolf & Karen Kanke- These two rock stars come out and check the course markers race morning every year. If you’ve ever been lost on a race course, you know just how important this task is. They stick around after to take pictures and help wherever they are needed. Huge thanks, ladies! You are awesome!

 


Chris Hildenbrandt- Chris spent most of the day Thursday doing the first round of course marking for us. He and his wife de-marked the course on Sunday, which is a huge job. Thank you both so much!

Julie Noyes- Julie comes out every year, starting her day with us at 5am, and handling timing with Matt until mid afternoon. Rock star!

Sunshine Sung and Allen Frye- These two stellar volunteers arrived early and didn’t leave until the last runner came in. They worked the aid station, counted laps, carried water, and did a multitude of other things for us throughout the day.  Thank you!

Molly Fisher came down Friday evening. She helped us with so many set-up tasks, staying up late to help us fill water jugs and lug supplies. She was up early making coffee and helping check runners in. Thanks so much for all your help!

Nikhil Shah, Jennifer Wilkinson, Jennifer Spiller & son, Michelle Minor & son, Susie Birdwell & family,  Jimmy Sung, Tim Dwyer, Will Fountain, Steve Zaleski,  and Salt Creek Livestock (our dedicated 4-H’ers). All of these folks gave us tons of their time and I can’t thank them enough. You are all awesome!

 




Sponsors:

Berger health System has been our Premier sponsor from the beginning. There is no way this event would be half as awesome as it is without their support. Thanks!

Delmont Storage has been with us since our 1st year as well. Again, our event is so much better because of their support.

Zanzi’s Pizza- Zanzi’s has provided pizza for our runners every year. Thanks so much for their generous support!

Wendy’s has donated cups to us every year. Thank you!

Most of all, thanks to my AWESOME wife Angie. She started this crazy adventure of Race Directing because it was something that I loved and she wanted to support me in it. But she immediately fell in love with the ultra running community. She channels that love into every aspect of our events, and it truly shows. Thanks, baby!

 

For all those who like the numbers, here’s how things broke down this year:

 

Registered runners:       130

Starters:                        120

Finishers:                      86

Finish rate:                    72%

Youngest runner:           16

Oldest runner:               67

Sno-Cones consumed:  500 :)

 

50 Miler

Starters:            46

Finishers:          17

Finish rate:        37%

Winning time:    9:09:02

Course record: 7:56:36

 

 

50K

Starters:            38

Finishers:          35

Finish rate:        92%

Winning time:    6:33:38

Course record: 4:14:40

 

25K

Starters:            36

Finishers:          34

Finish rate:        94%

Winning time:    2:10:46

Course record: 2:10:46
 
 
For full race results checkout our website at www.50sforyomomma.com.  

Don't forget to check out Not Yo Momma ' s 100 as well. We offer 25k, 50k, 75k, 100 and Ohio ' s most badass 100 miler. 

Thanks again!