Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

2015 Superior Sawtooth 100



It's billed as Rugged, Relentless, and Remote. It can break down and destroy even the seasoned 100 miler and the super fit.

This is one special race, but not just because of its billing listed above. It's because of the people involved. From the Race Directors, John and Cheri to the more than 200 volunteers. Many of whom have become friends. The lengths they go to put on a successful event you can't even imagine. Besides doing an absolutely wonderful job there are countless stories of aid workers going above and beyond each and every year. The way Wendi Baldwin and Karlene Apelt did for me last year. Not only did they help save my race, but they searched me out after to see if I made it to the finish. We've become friends and now stay in touch. Kevin Langdon is writing a book about the Superior 100.  Kevin probably has or could have a chapter in his upcoming book on these stories alone. So far the excerpts I've read are brilliant! Look for it in the near future.

Still being fairly new to this ultra stuff I haven't done many events other than RockSteady events. I new we had it good out there, but didn't realize just how good until my pacer(Bob) mentioned it. He was at the big show(Western States) this year pacing a friend. He said to me, "these aid stations are unbelievable. They are even better than WS."

 
                         (Keith and Kathy LaPlante parents of the famous Dan LaPlante)
John Storkamp puts so many personal touches on this race as well. From making a point to greet and speak with virtually every runner at the pre race meeting to personally congratulating runners at the finish while hanging the finishers medallion around our necks. Then he even followed up with Facebook congrats on my personal FaceBook page. Many, many thanks to John, Cheri, and all the volunteers.

This year was a struggle for me. Training was limited due to long time nagging knee issues. Every time I'd get back to back weeks with 50+ miles I'd be sidelined with swelling and pain. I also had a really rough Voyageur 50 where I was over an hour slower than 2014. A week before the Superior 100, after not being able to run but 4.5 miles over two weeks, I was seriously contemplating my first DNS.(did not start) As a last resort I dialed up my Orthopidic Surgeon in hopes that he could help. He'd giving me synvisc injections to alleviate the pain before, but I didn't know if he could fit me in on such short notice, or if they would work again. Last time I needed them was just before the Arrowhead 135. His office called me right back and got me in the same day. Dr. Lemker has been amazing to me. Thank you Doc! This was now the 2nd time he'd hooked me up on short notice. On a side note this is the 3rd round of these type of shots. Surgery is probably inevitable, but for now we are doing what we can to keep me running. The day after the shots I knew that I was back in the game. The pain was gone, but more importantly, so were the negative thoughts. 

Thursday I drove up to the pre race dinner and manditory meeting. I found some people I knew and sat with them. After the meeting I headed up near the finish area and slept in my truck dirtbag style. I brought a couple couch cushions to lay across my back seats. Then I threw my sleeping bag and a pillow on top. I was set up for a perfect nights sleep.


I set my alarm for 5am to give me an hour to get some coffee and get ready. Getting ready consisted of applying as much anti chaff lube to all my potential chaff spots as humanly possible while laying in the back seat of a truck and getting my run gear on. The hour flew by. Soon we were all loaded on the shuttle bus and headed back to the start. At the start I got to visit with quite a few people and we all wished each other good luck. This community is awesome. Just a couple years ago I was at my first ultra and didn't know anyone. Now it seems like I know or know of 1/2 the field. Lots of the same faces at all the local races. John gives his last set of instruction from his trademark stepladder and we are off.


This year the 1st leg changed a bit. Due to a land dispute the Superior Hiking Trail lost access to the first 4.5 miles of single track. Instead we used the adjacent bike path which turned out to be really nice. The views of the lake were supurb and you could actually look at them without having to worry about catching a toe on a root or rock.


After leaving the bike path we are in for a treat. We pass through a box culvert and onto the Superior Hiking Trail for the next 99 miles or so. That's 99 miles of the most gorgeous views, unbelievably rugged single track trail, and almost mythical remote Northern Minnesota woods. Now we are on a single track that follows the Splitrock rivers edge inland. I settle in somewhere near the last 1/3 of the pack not concerned about anything but getting to the next aid station and enjoying the trail. We soon pass the rocks for which the river is named. It's one heck of a sight to see.


It's hard to tell from the picture but these two gigantic rocks are just standing there at the rivers edge all alone as if chiseled out of the riverside over millions of years. Here we can see runners coming down on the opposite bank of the river. Soon we come to a bridge that has seen better days. It's got a lean to it and a cable attached to the top opposite the lean as if to prevent it from falling over. The sign also reads one person at a time. Because of this traffic backs up just a bit.


Soon we are 10 miles in and at the first aid station. Like last year Donald Clark is at the top of the spur trail greeting runners. I high five him as I head down to the aid station. At the aid station I see Wendi and Karlene. They wish me well and say they will see me at Silver Bay. I just hope I'm in better shape than when I met them last year. They are not only volenteering at two aid stations again this year, but both of them would be running the next morning as well. Wendy the 50 miler and Karlene the marathon. There are countless stories like that too!(Awesome Stuff)

The next section is another 10 miler or so. Last year I ran out of water here. On the way out of Split Rock I again high five Donald.(he has no idea who I am but he's at almost every race I run) Soon we run by John and Cheri Storkamp out taking pics and cheering runners. It don't take long and it starts to open up. There are a lot of beautiful overlooks in this section not of just the Lake Superior, but some looking inland from ridge line to ridge line. The trail seems to follow all these amazing cliffs that are hundreds of feet high. A lot of the trail thru here is ledge rock and very unforgiving. It's sharp and tears up the feet. I soon pass the section that I took a huge fall last year in which I ended up summer salting and landing upside down on top of my pack. Susan Donelly was right behind me at the time. This year she caught me a few miles further in after the cliff section. For those that run this race Susan needs no intoduction, but for those that don't, she was in route to completing her 15th Superior 100. She has over 200 ultras on her running resume'. She is also a personal trainer and life coach. I ran with her a little at Zumbro this spring as well. This year I end up running with her for a few miles as we headed to Beaver Bay. The first thing I notice is how soft her foot strike is compared to my thunderous steps. I use this opportunity to learn from one of the running greats. As we talk she freely gives me pointers to work on. She asks if I ever do ab work. I say not really. Then she goes on to explain that by engaging your core you can reduce the pounding in the knees. I start to immediately test the theory and work on it the rest of the race. Soon I find myself running alone and I must be getting behind on my hydration. I feel some cramping coming on. Pretty soon my left hamstring is almost completely locked up. This is what I love about these races! For me it's inevitable. It's not if something is going to go wrong. It's when is something going to go wrong. I lean against a tree as I try to get the charlie horse to go away. A couple people ask if I'm ok as they go by. I say I'm fine, but I'm thinking to myself this is aweful early in the game to be needing to deal with this. I immediately go for my S!Caps. I take 4 right off the bat and actually break one of them open in my mouth. I read somewhere that the actual tasting of salt can somehow trick the body. When you are cramping you'll try just about anything. Anyways, it worked. I probably should have started on the S!Caps before the cramping but for some reason I didn't. Now I start to work hard at getting more water in as well. Soon I get to the Beaver Bay aid station. As I come in I hear someone yell my name. I wave but couldn't figure out who it was until a little later. It was Jim Wilson whom I met at the Arrowhead 135 and had since run with at a couple different races. Usually I see him in his running glasses, but this time he had his everyday glasses on and I hadn't recognized him. I felt bad later after I figured it out. Anyways, I head to the tables and get some food and quickly refill my water. The next section isn't long but it has some good climbs.

It's about 5 miles to the next aid station. I use this time to slow down a bit and work at rehydrating so the cramping doesn't rear it's ugly head again. Now I'm taking salt every hour. I also start adding a gel every half hour. By the time I get into Silver Bay I am pretty much back on track. I am feeling pretty good and I get there about the same time as J.D. Coolidge. His Dad is also there supporting J.D. I'm in an on line run club with them and have become pretty good friends with his Dad. We were both in the Marine Corps. Here i see all kinds of people I know. I visit a little with Wendi, Karlene, Mike, and Janet. All runners I've met in the last couple years.

Photo credit: Bob Coolidge

J.D. and I leave Silver Bay together. I'm feeling pretty good. After a while on our way to the Bear and Bean overlooks I take a fall. As I go to step over a downed tree a stick pokes into the mesh of my shoe while the other end digs into the ground and I trip falling on my face. Not only that, but somehow this causes my calf to ball up into another charlie horse. This makes it sound like I broke my leg as I lay there grasping my calf. J.D. and a couple others stop to try and help. I laugh and try to apologize while I tell them it's just a cramp and I'll be fine. Soon we make the climb up toward the over looks. I am enjoying running with J.D. but he soon steps aside to take a leak. I take a quick video as I run by the overlooks. As I stop to take a picture I run into Kamie Nicholls. I'd met her and her husband up at Arrowhead the past two winters. I ask her if she would like me to take a photo of her with the lakes in the background. It's the least I could do after she had taken some really good photos of me up Arrowhead. We ended up running the rest of this section together. It was nice to have someone to visit with. It made the time fly by. As we got to the next aid station Bob is there with his big old bulldog Pearl. Bob asks, "Where is J.D.?" As soon as he does J.D. pops out of the woods. He was right behind me. At this point I was about as far back in the field as I would get. I was 183 out of about 220. I was feeling really good and I knew the overnight was my favorite part. 

As I get ready to leave Tettegouche I look to see if Kamie is ready to go. She gives me a sign as if to say 1 minute and she would be. So I wait for her. I was in no rush as I was well ahead of cut offs and my target. Kamie and I depart together. She had been having stomach problems and it was starting to really get to her. Sometime before dark she had to make another potty break. She said to leave her. I stopped to take a leak hoping she'd catch back up. I also stopped to take some photos as I came out on some awesome overlooks near Wolf Ridge Learning Center.


The sun was setting and the views were magnificent.


Soon I see Zach Pierce out in the middle of nowhere with his camera and a back pack. I stop to take another photo at one of the many gorgeous overlooks.


After I'd seen Zach I must have hooked up with J.D. again. I remember talking to him and we wondered if Zach had taken a short cut in or if he had hoofed it all the way from one of the aid stations. I found out later that it was the latter. Again, these volunteers rock! As darkness fell we began looking for the Co. Road 6 aid station. I knew from last year that we could see it from a long way off.(as we would parallel it up on top of a ridge high above the road) From there we could see the cars and the aid station also had some Christmas lights that were all lit up. We hooked up with another guy too as we made our way to the long descent down to Co. Road 6. Once we get there it's a good 1/4 mile in the ditch along the road. J.D. Tripped on the slanted surface right after a guy told us to watch our step. J.D. seemed to be alright. As I pass Kamie's Crew I tell them what I know about her. I could see the look of concern in their faces. I felt terrible for leaving her. Bob is at the aid station. While he isn't crewing me I still sure enjoy seeing him at the aid stations. Here I have my first drop bag. Now that the sun went down I deside to change into a dry shirt. The temps are suppose to drop to 39 degrees overnight. I have a thin long sleeve in my pack but I chose not to use it unless I need it. 

The next section was about 7 miles and J.D. and I head out together. I've moved up from 183 to 171. J.D. had some time split sheets he had gotten from somewhere online and he said we were on 30 hour pace. In my mind I knew I couldn't sustain that pace but I knew I felt phenomenal at this point. I was leading J.D. I was starting to pull away. I asked J.D. If he wanted to stick together. He didn't seem to care either way so I just went at a pace that felt good to me. Soon we were separated and on our own. Now I was starting to make up ground. From Co. Road 6 to Crosby Manitou I wasn't passed by anyone. As I got to the Findland spur trail I was looking for Christmas lights. I remember thinking last year how much work it must have been to string all the lights. This year there were non so the spur trail seemed much longer than I had remembered. Again Bob is there at the aid station. He hangs out with me as I get my resupply. I make it a quick one here and try to head out before I cool off. By now I'm starting to see lots of buffs, hats, long sleeve shirts, and even some puffer jackets. I'm still in my short sleeves and shorts. I just figure most of them must be from somewhere further south or it could be my own extra layer of insulation. I'm not exactly skin and bones. I've now moved up to 161. 

The next section I don't remember much as I just put my head down and tried to reel in the headlamps ahead of me. Now people had picked up pacers so I didn't know if I was passing runners paired up or runners with pacers. I wasn't sure when or where my pacers would show up, but the plan was in the morning sometime around 7am. I was ahead of where we figured I'd be in the morning. I was also not sure of what aid station was next. It ended up being Sonju Lake Road. In hindsight I should have had a list of aid stations and mileage chart with me. Sonju is a pretty remote aid station, but they do it up right. They have a fire and are cooking food on camp stoves. I avoid the trappings of the warm fire and try to get out of there before it has a chance to suck me in. 

The next section is about 5 miles and by the time I get there I had moved up 31 more spots to 130. I was starting to hope my wife or anyone else following along would wake up in the morning and see my race had picked up and I was moving up in the field. As I head up to the Crosby Manitou aid station my pacer(Bob Skenzich) walks out to meet me. It's 4 in the morning and Bob and Lindsey had seen that I was ahead of schedule so they came up in the middle of the night. I had to have been smiling ear to ear. Those guys are so good to me! 

Next we had probably the most difficult section ahead. It's about 10 miles but it is some grueling climbing down and then even worse going back up the other side of the river gorge. I just wish it were daytime because you could just tell the view had to be magnificent. In this section I started to feel rocks or mud in my shoes. I was also starting to chaff. We were still making good time tho. As it was beginning to get light out my chaffing was getting really bad. I started asking other runners if they had any lube as we'd pass. Finally we caught a runner I knew. It was Dan Laplante and his pacer Jorden. Dan was having trouble holding anything down, but he was still looking pretty good. They had some lube that helped with my chaffing issue. We got to sugar loaf still making up ground. We were now in 111th place.

The next section was only 6 miles, but it was a long 6 miles. In this section I was starting to feel the lack of sleep creeping up on me. I even saw what I thought was an aid station set up with tents and cars. As we got closer it soon becomes apparent it was only a hallucination and they vanish into thin air. We thought we were coming up to Temperence when in reality it was Cramer Road. We knew what the mileage was but we were off by an aid station. That played with my mental state just a little. At Cramer Road we had moved to 108. Here my next pacer Stu was there to meet us. I took a seat and had planned on tending to my quickly deteriorating feet, but my drop bag was at the next aid station. Stu offered me a pair of his extra socks that he had in the car. So I did end up tending to me feet. Unfortunately the damage had already been done. I cleaned my feet as best I could with baby wipes and popped a few blisters with my bib pin. Becky(Stu's wife) looked as if she was going to puke when she saw my feet. They had now been wet for almost 24 hour and did not look good.

Everyone bid us farewell and now just Stu and I headed off on the next 7 mile section.(Bob stayed behind) I don't remember much from this section as the lack of sleep was now getting to me in a big way. We must have still been moving good because I was still gaining ground. We got into the Temperence aid station(mile 85) in my best position of the race. We were now in 90th, but that was soon going to head in the other direction. My feet were now in major pain.


From Temperence to Sawbill it only 5.7 miles. However in elevation I believe it's the largest and highest climb of the entire race.

 This is another gorgous section where we go down one side of the river and then cross a bridge and head right back up the other side. Leaving the Temperence river bank we begin the long arduous climb up and over Carlton Peak. Once we get over it is pretty runnable all the way into Sawbill and this is where we started flying last year. This year however the climb seems to take forever. The peak just seems to look down upon us as if taunting us from above.


Finally we crest Carlton Peak and are headed down. We meet a runner who had sent his pacer ahead looking for trail markings. He thought he might be off course. We tried to assure him he was fine and he could just follow us. Soon his pacer passed us heading back for his runner. The run down to Sawbill wasn't as good as I hoped but it wasn't terrible either. This descent has a lot of elevated boardwalks and is a good running surface most of the way. We got into Sawbill and now our goal was to not need headlamps to finish. Last year we needed headlamps. We didn't stay long as now the end was almost within reach. We now had slipped to 114th. The Laplante's are working this aid station.(Dan's Parents) I let them know where I'd seen Dan and how he was doing. 

Sawbill to Oberg is just over 5 miles. This section is normally really muddy, but very runable. My feet were now thrashed. Every step was excruciatingly painful. At one point a monster blister must have popped because the sting almost bought me to a complete halt. I hoped the pain would soon go numb and start to fade. It finally did but it took a while. I ask Stu to do some math and try to give me a time that we'd get to the last aid station. I would have done it myself but math becomes next to impossible that far into a race with the lack of sleep. Stu says we'll be there at 4:30 on the button. It starts to feel like this section won't ever end. I start doubting Stu's math as I keep looking at my watch. We roll into the last aid station at exactly 4:30!! 

Here we are met by two young kids asking what I need.


I go to open my hydro pack to have it filled. These kids insist on taking it and fill it  as they instruct me to go fuel up at the tables. All race I had been doing my own refilling, but these guys would have none of that. They were going to do it on there own and wouldn't take no for an answer. As I walk up to the aid tables their Mom and Dad were working. Their Mom gave me a big hug! It was Beth Schoeder. I warned her she might not want to hug me as I was probably just a little ripe. I had met her at Curnow this year when I Volunteered. She was the aid station captain. We also ran voyageur and the Blue House 10k so over last few weeks so I'd seen them quite a bit. 

These guys were AWE-some!!


Quickly we are off.


I'm now moving pretty slow and my energy levels are way down. I start to worry that we may not make it before dark. Stu and I left our lights with the crew. I did have my back up in my pack, but it was still in the back of my mind. This final section should take me between 2 and 3 hours normally. Knowing how slow we were going I was thinking 3 would even be good. This was now the 9th time I'd done this section of trail. You'd think I'd know it like the back of my hand. For some reason this section is never how I remember. I forget complete sections and even feel as though the trail is going in the wrong direction. This does a number on my mental state. We finally get to the stairway to heaven. It's the 2nd to last big climb. I swear I'm going less than 1mph.


Stu tries a couple tricks to keep me moving up the climb.


He climbs ahead and gives me a point to hit before I can rest. I power through then have to stop. He leap frogs me and gets me another point. We repeat this until we make it to the top. At the top the view is our reward.



We tried to get a picture here last year but the Stu's camera wouldn't  work. Now we had only one more big climb to go. I was more worried about the next descent off the moose mountains ridge line than the climb itself. The downs were now killing my knee and my feet. As we reach the bottom Bob reappears. He ran in to meet us from the finish area. He brings headlamps just in case, but not only that he brings a big smile. We weren't expecting him. Now we have the whole team together and it's looking like we will make our goal of not needing headlamps. The last climb wasn't as bad as I remembered. Having poles really helped. I start questioning Bob about the trail ahead and how much further we had to go. We joked that he was forgetting how the trail was even though he had just run it. We start listening for the glorious sounds of the Poplar River. It lets you know you've made it to the final river crossing and subsequently the Ski Resort where the finish line is. Stu had been again predicting a finish time of 7:30. As we reach the pavement we have about 3/4 of a mile on pavement though the resort. As we run I keep asking if anyone is closing on us. Stu tells me we are fine and we keep running. At the last turn some dude sprints by. I could care less. We come down around the pool entering the finish chute. John Storkamp is standing there to greet me. He hands me my buckle after placing the finishers medallion around my neck and shaking my hand. 

We crossed the finish line at 7:30 it took 35hrs 30min and came in 125th place beating last years time by 35 minutes. 


What a journey. Thank you Stampeders!



No words can express my thanks to Stu and Bob. Without even asking, these guys they were there offering help. They came to me offering to pace. I am absolutely blessed to have the people in my life that I do. I don't know that I deserve it, but I am so incredibly grateful. Thank you Guys!


What's Next? The Arrowhead 135. Below is what I will be doing to get ready to toe the line at a 135 mile foot race in the dead of winter. Cheers My Friends! Dream big! There are no limits.









Monday, July 14, 2014

2014 Eugene Curnow Trail Marathon

The hits just keep on coming. I had the time of my life
 again for the second time in less than a month.


I signed up for this race mainly to just get a chance to see the course and use it as
a long training run in preparation for my first 100 miler in the fall.
I wanted to see the course because I also signed up for the Voyageur 50
two weeks later also as preparation for that fall race.
Anyway as many of you know I've been dealing with a pretty bad knee issue.
I was also using these two races to help decide if I should forgo the 100
miler and get the knee fixed by having my second knee surgery. Well I have to
say the knee held up so well that I am very much looking forward to the 50.

I had a unique opportunity for this race. I had a couple friends running the race as well.
I kind of talked both of these guys into running there first trail race.
Bob Coolidge, was one of them. He happens to be turning 62 this week.
So he was saying that this was going to be kind of a birthday present to himself.
While he is no rooky to running by any means, having run 35 road marathons,
I don't think he knew just what he was getting himself into.
His Son was also running this race using it as prep for the Leadville 100.
Come to find out Bob's Son told him he didn't think it was a good idea
for him to start out with such a tough course. As we got closer to race day
it seemed as though Bob was having doubts and may not even do the race at all.
It only cost $35 to run so it really wouldn't be a huge loss if he did back out.
As he began waffling I turned on the pressure a bit and told him how much fun it would be.
He did get a taste of the trail running atmosphere having paced his Son down at Zumbro
for a loop of the Zumbro 100. He got to hang out with some very cool people down there
while he crewed and paced for J.D. I think that also helped him decide to go thru with it.
Still however in the final days he seemed pretty nervous. He knew I was having my knee issue
so he made the suggestion that maybe I should just take it easy and run with him.
I thought that was a great idea so I agreed to do that thinking it would ease his mind
and help save my knee for the 50 miler two weeks later. I also knew it would be fun to
get to hang out with him. He always seems to have an awesome time in his races.
Just

look at some of his race photos and you'll see just what I mean.


Bob lives about a hour and a half away so I invited him to stay at our place the night
before the race. I told him I make a mean spaghetti and we would carb up the night before.
My wife and I also invited Stu and his family to join us as well. He is the other
friend that I talked into running the race.
Then a couple days before the race I was
looking thru a post online about the race and saw that a runner(Cheri) was looking
 for a cheep place to camp. Someone had suggested that she stay in her car at a truck stop.
 I thought that wouldn't be very comfortable so I messaged her and told her I have a big
yard and she was welcome to pitch a tent here and that we are very close to where the buses
pick up. Then I of coarse also invited her to join us for our little get together for a pasta
dinner.(Because that's what trail runners do) It's as much about racing as it is about
hanging out with other like minded people who enjoy getting dirty and pushing the limits of what
they can do. Dinner was a success and we all visited until about 9:30pm and headed off
to try and get a little sleep. Cheri ended up sleeping in her car at the finish line
with a bunch of others that were doing the same thing. Her thinking was that
she really didn't want to deal with a tent at 3 in the morning.

As with most races I didn't get much sleep. I finally fell asleep around 1a.m.. The alarm was
set for 3a.m.. With 2 hours of sleep Bob and I got up and had breakfast. In the weeks before the race Christina messaged Bob to see if he had any special food or drink he liked for the morning of the race. He told her he drank tea instead of coffee. When My Daughter Rowan
Heard Bob liked tea she set up her tea set for him with a little note telling him to have
a good race.



We headed off to the finish line to catch a bus to take us to the start. 



We met up with
 Stu, Eric(Stu's nephew), and J.D.(Bob's Son) and all road the same bus. We
got to the starting area 45 minutes before the start and took some photos
and visited with some of the other runners.


Then the race director instructed us on the course markings and gave us a little history about the man who the race is named for. She also introduced some of his family members that were running the race with us. With that we were sent on our way.

The race starts on an old gravel path around the zoo and heads up into the Spirit moutain ski area. As we climb it the sun was rising over the St. Louis bay harbor. The view was breathtaking.



The gravel quickly turned to grass and with some intermitten mud holes. It's funny because at this stage of the race everyone is doing their best to steer clear of the mud and water. Thankfully the climb wasn't straight up the hill. It was more or less at an angle so it wasn't too bad. At the top we came out of the woods onto skyline parkway. We had to run on the road for a little ways. At first I was a little disappointed until we came to the coolest bridge I have ever seen in my life.

The pic doesn't even do it justice.
Then we soon came to the 1st aid station. Too my surprise the Sorenson clan had waited to see me come thru. They took some photos as we paced and asked how the knee was feeling. I lied and said it was great only to quickly tell them the actual truth that is was hurting.

Photo credit Lindsey Peterson 

We filled our water bottles and quickly headed into the woods and toward the infamous Jarrow's beach. To my surprise it was not anywhere near where I thought it would be. I had seen pics of it and for some reason I just figured it was down on the St. Louis river. However it was nowhere near the river. It was in the woods at the top near ELy's Peak. It is a very technical section of mostly rocks, some mud, and roots. It is probably about a half mile long.

Jarrow's Beach

At this point Bob was questioning our sanity. I loved it. The harder the more memorable to me. If I wanted easy I'd stick to road races. Soon we had some cool single track and made our way down the hill. The trail comes out on an old railroad grade. I just happened to look to my left as we were turning right onto the railroad grade and I see this.

An old railroad tunnel. I tried to get Bob to pose with me for a pic but he was flying along at 13 minute pace trying to make up ground we lost coming thru Jarrow's beach.
We had about a mile or so down to the second aid station and it was all double track gravel with yet another cool bridge to cross.


We filled our water and moved on. The next section was a still double track gravel but now it was
more of a 4 wheeler trail. If I remember right we had multiple water crossings in this section. The water was never more than ankle deep. Just enough to wash the mud off. We also had some Superior Hiking trail in this section with some good single track and some serious hills. Once we made the creek bottom we had to climb out to the top on the other side. Then the trail was new and it followed what I'm guessing was HWY 210. At the time I thought it was HWY 23. Anyway, we had some cool new trail that lead us out on a ridgeline that had sheer drop offs on both sides. One trip or misstep here and you had a 100 foot fall in either direction. At the end of the ridge the trail dropped straight down to the creek bed again. It was so steep they had ropes to descend from and a back up of racer waiting to use them.
When we did get to the bottom it was yet another water crossing to the next aid station.

By this time I was consuming a hammer gel at each of the aid stations. I was also just hydrating with water. Bob was using his trailwind and mixing it with water. I also would take a cookie or two to chow at the aid stations. Our next section was a long climb back up to the Munger Trail. This was some more gorgeous single track thru some thick woods. Once we made the next aid station we encountered an aid worker that stopped us and warned us of what we faced ahead. He told us we were about to head into a section of the trail that was going to be so difficult that we would need to crawl on all fours using branches and weeds to pull ourselves up.(the infamous powerlines) I got the feeling this dude was also checking us over to see if we were still fit to continue. Of coarse Bob and I were raring to go and almost ran the poor dude over as we headed back into the bush.
It was about a mile of single track ups and downs to get the power lines. However we began to see what that dude was talkin about. The hills began to get so slippery. We were having a hard time moving forward. The trail was worn down to wet red clay caking our shoes. Finally we came out from under the canopy to the open power line. To me this was not easy by any means, but it sure was hard not to find the humor in a bunch of people slippin and sliding up and down this section. I think everyone must have fallen in this section. Bob was starting to show signs of fatigue thru what I would say is easily the hardest section of the course. As we neared the end we came upon a lady that had a bag full of frozen grapes. She told us the Grand Portage aid station was a short descent to the road.
It was so steep she told us others were actually sliding down on their butts. Bob decided to give it a try. He made it about 5 feet before he let out a howl from hitting a sharp rock. He quickly stood up and started hoofing it. As I followed closely I noticed he had just tore the entire ass out of his compression short. Trying not to laugh too hard I told him his cheeks were hanging out. As we descend to the aid station bob turns his bib number to the back to cover the hole. He told the aid workers what had happened and we were trying to come up with a solution. Soon one of the aid workers (Andy) volunteered up an extra pair of shorts from his truck. Thank You Andy and all the outstanding people working at the aid stations. You all flippin rock.

 We quickly fueled up and headed back in the woods for some more single track climbing. I was no longer helping Bob. It seemed I was more or less just getting on his nerves. As we climbed up and finally reached some good runnable ski trails Bob started feeling like he was holding me back. Having been in his position in training with Stu on these very trails I finally decided it was time to part ways. He needed some alone time to get thru what I can only imagine was a difficult final 9+ miles. We shook hands and wish each other luck and I was off.

I knew Stu was way ahead of me so I texted him to tell him to shoot me a text when he finished. He quickly responded saying his knee was shot and he wasn't to the swinging bridge yet. I didn't think I could catch him but I was going to give it a go just for fun. My first mile was just over 8 minutes as it was flat and I came out onto the paved trail. I was reeling people in left and right. I chatted with a lot of them as I passed. I did a couple more miles at 9 minute pace as it was still flat or a little down hill. On an up slop I texted Stu again saying that we better be having a beer after this was all said and done. He answered back saying only if you catch me.... Then the game was on!!! I continued running with all I had. I finally caught him a little ways before the swinging bridge. We walked it in to the aid station together. His whole Sorenson crew was there waiting. We stopped and talked to them. I talked his nephew Eric into finishing the last 3 miles with us even tho he had just finished the race himself. 

Photo credit Lindsey Peterson 

It didn't take much arm turning and he agreed to do the last section again. He didn't even bother to get his running shoes back on.(he did it in crocs) As we crossed the swinging bridge I still felt good.
Photo Credit Lindsey Peterson

Since Stu had Eric with him I continued running to the finish. I think that was the fastest I have ever done that 3 mile section of the trail. By the time I climbed out of the woods onto the bike trail for the last 1/2 mile I was beat. I passed a couple more people but was unable to catch the one lady I was looking for. I could see her but just couldn't close the gap. She was a former Marine from VA and also a Marathon Maniac. Finally I made it to the finish line. 
Photo credit Lindsey Peterson

I'm not sure how many people I passed in that last 10 miles but I do know not a one passed me. For me that was one of the most fun races I have run to date. I wasn't worried about time at all. I just wanted a look at the course before I went into Voyageur. Next year the plan will be to run one and volunteer at the other.


Finish time 7:12:48
shooting for 12 hours at Voyageur in 2 weeks.

If you have a few minutes watch the video below of my time with Bob. We had a blast 


gear: Hoka One One Stinson trail
20 oz of Gatoraide
2 S!Caps at mile 20 or so
a few Hammer gels
a few cookies from the aid stations











Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Grandma's Marathon FELTSTOCK 2014

"There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark."
Helen Keller

A little over a week ago I was afforded the opportunity to guide a vision impaired runner during Grandma's marathon. It's kind of crazy how it all happened and worked out. 

A few months ago we started building a group of Red Felt Run Club members from all over the country to come up and run Grandma's. Someone from the group reached out to the race director Bill Brown. Thru Facebook many of us got to know him in the months preceding the race. He even joined our run club and friended many, if not all of us, that were signed up to run. 

Anyway my training was going really well and I filled my running calendar with races. Grandma's marathon posted that they were looking for a guide for a vision impaired runner. I answered the post knowing that it was a shot in the dark as to whether I would be chosen. All I said was,"pace? Interested." Bill answered me right back and said 4hr pace. I thought about it for about a minute and knowing how well training was going I replied via email explaining all my previous finish times. It was eerie how they matched up. I've had 3:58, 3:59, 3:59, 4:03, 4:13, and a 4:15. I knew I had a sub 4 in me and that I would love the opportunity to help out. Bill, knowing that we had a good sized group must have decided that we could give Steve(the vision impaired runner) a fun race experience, chose me. He said I was the guy and that he was confident that me along with some of our Red Felters would be a perfect fit. I thought our group would too, but I could only speak for myself as far as committing to guide. I had asked one other runner, but he was using Grandma's as a Boston Qualifier. He did say he'd help if I needed him. He said," there will be other races I can always try to qualify at." That's how most runners are. Always willing to help. At the time I wasn't too concerned because training was going so well.  

Then in May I even crushed my 50K PR by 50 minutes. That put me on course to easily run a sub 4hr @Grandma's. However, when your running 26.2 miles it is never easy. My knee started killing me again. Worried, I reached out to a fellow club member, who had been posting some really good times for his recent runs. Mynor was not only happy to help. He looked at it the same way I did. He looked at it not only as a great opportunity to help someone in need, but something he would remember for the rest of his life. Between the 50k and grandma's my training was terrible. I was only able to run a few times. I started going to the chiropractor twice a week for what I thought was IT band issues. After 3 weeks of no improvement I was sent for an MRI the week of the race. The day after the MRI I saw the orthopedic surgeon and he gave me a cortisone shot in hopes that it would get me thru the race. I feared failing big time! I didn't want to wreck the race for Steve. I can't tell you how thankful I am that I had Mynor there to help. 

We all got to meet up at the expo and share a meal together the night before the race. Steve got to meet many of our run club members at dinner as well as Mynor and myself for the first time. Steve was with his son Danny. Danny assisted his Dad thru the Expo and at dinner. I watched as Danny told him where his food was on his plate by referring to the hands of a clock. Spaghetti at 6 o'clock. Bread at 12 o'clock. We got to ask more questions as to what he would need from us during the race. Basically he needed a warning if there was a bad spot in the roadway and help getting water or Gatorade. Other than that he would grab an elbow real lightly if he felt a need, but for the most part he could run unassisted. 

Race morning we all met to ride the train to the start. Steve and his family were running a little behind because they missed a turn and because of all the traffic. I was on the phone with them and talked them in right to where the train was leaving from. Danny and Steve got out of the car and hugged goodbye. Steve was now in our hands. Having no experience helping someone that couldn't see we did our best to get him on the train safely. The big steps leading up into the train, the skinny little isles, the seat arms, and the upper level head knocker above our seats were a rude awakening for me. 
We made it to the start with no major issues. 

As the race was about to start we made our way to the 4hr start area. Then we were off. We started off well below our goal pace then settled in a little. Mynor ran on the left and just ahead and I ran on the right next to Steve. I've never really run at someone else's pace before. It wasn't as easy as I thought. Steve would surge up to his music when a song would come on that he liked. We were doing great. The surging was taking a toll on my quads however. Mynor and I would take turns getting Steve beverages. One water and one Gatorade per water station. We reached the half way point well ahead of 4hr pace. Steve and Mynor were looking strong. I was quickly unraveling however. Less than a mile later I had to drop back as I began to cramp. We were a team of three. I made my small contribution early and by choosing the perfect person to help me get Steve to the finish. When they left me I actually didn't feel bad. I knew Steve was in good hands with Mynor. Had it not been for Mynor this race would have been one of my biggest failures ever. Because of Mynor not only was this a success it was one of my favorite race experience to date. 

The rest of the race was a struggle for me. Passing Every medical tent I had an excuse to quit. My knee was injured and swollen, but I chose to continue. Knowing my time was going to be one of if not my worst yet I still continued on. I knew my wife and kids were with our run club set up near mile 19. That got me there. Seeing there faces kept me going.  

As I came into downtown I started taking pictures, high fiving little kids, and talking to more people. I even had a beer or 2 from those cheering on the sideline. I met and ran with a girl coming up lemon drop hill. We chatted a while. She and her husband were going to school to be pastors. She had just recently had her 4th child. Then as I was about to turn for the last mile and head around the DECC I was passed by Eric Stand.(a guy I found on YouTube that runs the Grandma's Double) he runs from the finish to the start and back to the finish. 52.4 miles. I asked him about how his run went on the way out. He does it as prep for Leadville 100 miler in August. http://youtu.be/97awLCtJYwc

I was able to pick up the pace for the last mile. I crossed the finish line of my 7th marathon at 4:23 and some change. My slowest finish yet. After my other slowest I went in for my 1st knee surgery. It's looking like I'm back at that stage again. I have 3 trail races coming up within the next couple months. I am unsure if I will make it thru any of them. Then it may be a year of recovery before I am able to get some running miles in if at all.

After getting my shirt and medal I quickly went looking for My team. I called Danny and updated him on our race. I got ahold of Mynor and Steve. I congratulated them on making it in just under goal pace. I was thrilled for them both. Danny met back up with us and we all headed to get our drop bags. As I walk up I hear my name. It's none other than the race director Bill Brown. We finally meet and he picks me out of the crowd by name. The guy is amazing. He tells us how he had 135 volunteers signed up and only 35 showed. So there he was doing the bag pick up after working thru the night helping set up the race course.

Steve parted ways with us to go shower up. I invited his family back to our house for the after party. Mynor and I headed to the beer tent to meet up with our fellow felters. I stayed and visited for a few. Then I had to head back to start cooking for the after party.

The after party was a blast. About 35 people showed up. Most of them had run and were in the run club. We made a bon fire, enjoyed some adult beverages, and like Bob says,"talked smart" until about midnight. The night could have gone on forever. It felt as if I had known these people my whole life. 

Steve told us on the ride up to the start,"he doesn't feel bad about losing his sight. He feels it has opened doors to meeting some pretty amazing people over the years." I totally get that. That's how I feel about this opportunity. I am grateful to have been a part of this. I am grateful running has brought all these wonderful people into my life.

Will I be able to finish my 3 races left on the schedule? I don't know. I was back to the Doc for a rooster comb shot and to get fitted for an unloading brace. I also purchased a pair of super cushioned Hoka shoes. Hopefully that will all help get my mileage up thru the summer so I can finish them races. Only time will tell. I do know that if I can't get my miles in training that it would be very unwise to attempt my final race of the summer. The Superior 100. 

Again I'd like to thank Bill Brown for all he did for our run club and for choosing me to guide for Team Sabra. You are an amazing individual! Mynor, words can not explain how thankful I am to you for all you did and for your friendship. Thank you again as well.