Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Celtic Solstice Recap & Season's Greetings

Saturday featured the last big local year of the calendar year...Celtic Solstice 5 Miler

From personal experience, this is the first year I've made it to the start line to participate between in climate weather and injuries.  The race has grown exponentially since it's debut in 2000 from around a hundred people to approximately 3,000 finishers in 2012.  Major props to Jim Adams and the Falls Road Running Store for putting on this great event!

As we rolled into the large tent to get our bib numbers, the feel of Old Man Winter was certainly in the air.  If you weren't wearing a hat and gloves, you were being looked at as a total idiot.

The starting 'shout-out' went off just past 8:30am and the large herd of runners headed up the 1/2 mile incline into Druid Hill Park.  It was pleasant to see some of the younger runners (high schoolers maybe?) shoot out to the front of the pack then immediately lose their stride as the real incline began.  Never fails to amuse!

We had some impressive performances to close out the 2012 racing season.  Carlos, the race's perennial bridesmaid as he's now known for five 2nd place finishes, led for a portion of the race but was outkicked going around the lake and had to settle for yet another, but ran a PR of 25:35 and solidified his MVR status.  Mark followed in the distance, dying around 3.5 miles due to stomach cramping, crossing the line in 26:26 for 7th.  Steve and Jason had a photo finish finishing 16th and 18th respectively, in 28:10 and 28:12.  Weems and John wrote another chapter in their rivalry with Weems taking the cake, 30:57 to 31:28.  Tunde followed in 31:51 for 56th and Bobby was 64th in 32:17.

The ladies cleaned house as well.  Robyn posted yet another top 5 finish in 32:38.  Caroline finished her breakout 2012 in 7th clocking a 33:12.  Dorothy took care of business in GM division in 34:41.

All in all, every Strider mentioned above took top honors in their respective age group (which was only one deep), with the exception of John and Bobby who are the same age at Weems.  AWESOME JOB EVERYONE!!!  Now for a few pics...

Carlos all alone in 2nd

Steve closing out an amazing 2012 comeback

Jason taking another Master's win...ROIDER??

Weems making it look easy after an 8 month injury layoff
Tunde's game face
Bobby in picture perfect stride
Caroline taking care of the boys per the usual
Just a few studs partaking in a studly postrace photoshoot

Lastly, for my dedicated (but quiet) readers, we want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!  Can't wait to see what 2013 (if we can get past 12/21/12 alive)...

...A 2012 Year in Review will follow in the not so distant future...

Monday, December 3, 2012

Penguin Pace 5k

The Striders Annual Super Bowl Sunday race is set for 2013.  Registration is available here:

http://www.active.com/5k-race/columbia-md/penguin-pace-february-3-2013

This race usually fills up pretty quick.  For elite members, you will get a reimbursable entry.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Sprint to the Finish with a Turkey Filled Stomach

I hope everyone reading this had an awesome Thanksgiving!

To my surprise, we had a light turnout at the Turkey Trots this year.  As a matter of fact, Kevin was the only one to partake in the competitive ring.  He ran the 76th Annual Manchester (CT) Road Race, a very popular and competitive 4.75 mile race.  The winner averaged 4:30/mi this year!  Kevin clocked 26:42 for 106th overall.

Saturday morning featured the NCR Trail Marathon, starting up in Sparks, MD.  It was chilly and quite windy.  Keith, battling a knee issue, had to put his legs to the test in what sources say was an all-out sprint to the finish line for 2nd place, with Keith emerging victorious in 2:53:17.  Tunde ran a solid race, coming in 22nd at 3:12:49 and winning his AG.

Sunday morning, somewhere in paradise, Robyn made a racing appearance at the Bacardi 5 Miler in Bermuda.  I can only imagine that the weather conditions were much closer to optimal this back in MD.  She ran 33:00 for 3rd.  I wonder if post-race Bacardi shots were included in the entry fee...?

We're hoping to see more people under the lights at OMHS on Wednesday evenings at 6pm for some winter workouts.  This is a great opportunity we've been provided and it only makes sense to take advantage!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The End of Fall and the start of the Dark Ages...

Well, this weekend marks (in my mind) the last big racing weekend of the Fall.  It's been one heck of a season for most of us, dating back to mid-September.  We had some incredible performances at 26.2, with PRs all over the place.  Now the short, dark, and cold days of Winter begin.  A time when many hang up the racing flats and hibernate to the pantry, a select and dedicated few of us continue training knowing that we don't want to start the 2013 racing year off with a 2nd place finish when 1st was there for the taking...

And now for a quick recap of the results...

Saturday kicked it off with the Charlotte Thunder Road Marathon in NC.  Phil took to the streets, in search of completing marathon #46 on his quest for 50 by age 50.  He has been running so well as of late, I told him sub-2:55 was in the cards.  His post-race analysis indicated the course was pretty hilly, but he managed to pull off one of his fastest marathons in recent memory, running 2:57:12 for 12th overall and 3rd Master.

Meanwhile, down in MoCo, our ultra boys, Keith and Adam, took to the trails at the Stone Mill 50 Mile Run.  Keith battled what he's diagnosed a strained muscle in the back of his knee and really had to fight the last 10 miles or so to finish.  I know he wanted to win the race this year.  He still managed a very respectable 7:40:22 for 5th.  Adam wasn't far behind in 8th, crossing the line in 7:59:02.  I can't imagine either of these weekend warriors will be racing these insane distances until March, but who the hell knows!

Sunday featured a pair of low-key races.  In West Friendship, Joseph Keating put on the 5k Run For Food, a canned food drive for the homeless for his Eagle Scout project.  It was cold, and the course was quite challenging.  Joey Thompson took the easy win in 15:47.  Mark came in a distance 2nd, running 16:25.  Peter looked strong, taking 3rd and the Master $, running 16:57.  Jason was 4th in 17:28.

In Annapolis, our rejuvenated grandmaster crew partook in the Cold Turkey 10kJames Blackwood (not a GM) took the overall crown.  Weems, continuing to work back from injury, returned to his winning ways in the 55-59 division, finishing 8th in 38:14.  His rival, John, wasn't far behind, with a 39:11 for 9th.

Lastly, up at the Philadelphia Marathon, I wanted to give a shout out to Hafiz Shaikh, who has worked his butt off this summer following (one of) Pfitzinger's marathon training plans.  He ran a 12-minute PR and earned a BQ, clocking a 3:04:24.  Way to go Hafiz!!!

Best of luck to anyone participating in a Turkey Trot tomorrow morning.  And to anyone who actually reads this damn thing, Happy Thanksgiving from the Striders Racing Team to you and your family!!!  If you're running Celtic Solstice, remember control yourself so you don't show up to the starting line 5-10 pounds heavier!!!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

FLASH: Coach Phil breaks 3 hours in Charlotte...

The ageless one completed #46 in an amazing 2:57:12 at the Charlotte Thunder Road Marathon this morning!  He was 12th overall on the men's side and 3rd Master.  WAY TO GO PHIL!!!

In related news, the female winner ran a whopping 2:38!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Forget English, we going Metric up in here...

It was another big weekend on the local race front.  The revamped Columbia Metric Marathon Festival, in its 36th year, has a new race director, Grace Tran.  I heard she did a heck of job putting on this event in her inaugural year.

The Metric Marathon is the headline race and is 26.2k, or 16.3 miles of Howard County hills.  Just when you start to get your legs back turning onto Frederick Road around Mile 6, you get knocked in the face with Toll House Road.  It was a good year for the crew.  Jason led the way, running a solid 1:39:44 for 2nd.  Adam wasn't far behind in 3rd with a 1:40:20.  Mick, fresh off his return to the States, showed his NYC Marathon training in Oslo paid off, running 1:53:48 and winning the 60-69 AG.  Bobby had a tough battle in the 50-59 AG getting beat for the win, but crossing the finish line in 1:56:11.

On the ladies side, Robyn continued to exemplify her agelessness, finishing 2nd in 1:55:10.  Last year's big surprise, Donna, finished with the boys once again in 1:57:24 for 3rd.

In the Metric 5k, Kelly blasted the competition for the win in 18:59Caroline made a rare appearance in a short race, finishing 3rd in 19:55.  Samantha was 4th in 20:55.  Awesome job ladies!

Meanwhile in DC, Carlos and I decided to take on a solid field at the Veteran's Day 10k in West Potomac Park.  The race features heavy hitters from GRC and Pacers Race Team.  Carlos, shooting for sub 31:00, didn't have his best day, but still ran 31:53 for 10th.  Yours truly had a good race, despite getting a stomach cramp at Mile 4.5, crushing my old (open) 10k PR, finishing 13th in 32:11.  In related news, a former Howard High stud and baller at UNC Greensboro, Joey Thompson is back in town for the short term and has been training with us as of late.  He outclassed the field coming in 2nd overall in 29:57!  If his doesn't leave us for Charlotte, NC, he will be a huge asset come Club Challenge time!

Caroline celebrating 3rd in the 5k!



Tired Jason?




Welcome back Mick.  The hills missed ya... 


GO COACH BOBBY!

Is Robyn really smiling?

Donna even wore a hydration pack for the occasion


Saturday, November 10, 2012

FLASH: BRITT LANG = MD 2A XC CHAMPION

A few short hours ago, Britt Lang, daughter of the infamous Phil and Vicki Lang, became the 2A Maryland Cross Country Champion killing the competition with a 19:21 on the tough Hereford course, beating 2nd place by nearly 30 seconds!  She led the OM Scorpions to a 2nd place finish on the girl's side...

WAY TO GO BRITT!!!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Whoever said eating grapes was tougher than running through them must have been drunk...

With only a couple weeks left in the Fall racing season, it's now or never to crank out those last ditch PR efforts.  However, this past weekend did not present favorable racing courses...

On Saturday morning, Keith ventured to Lynchburg, VA to take on the infamous Mountain Masochist 50 Miler.  Sources says this is a very difficult, but scenic trail run through the Shenendoah.  This year, post Hurricane Sandy left upwards of a foot of snow on the high (relatively speaking) slopes.  As he always does, Keith battled through, crossing the finish line in 8:37:18, good for 10th.

Sunday presented one of the Striders' big time races, Run Through The Grapevine 8k.  Race director, Jason Tripp, will tell you that this is a fun race but the reality is those non-stop brutal hills will beat you down, no matter what shape you're in.  It was quite chilly at the race start.  There was a sizeable lead pack through the first mile and a half.  I recall spotting the aforementioned Keith in the lead for a bit.  Adam and Steve battled for the top spot all race long, until an unfortunate miscue with a course marshal resulted in a missed turn and top 10 finishes.  Seth returned from the DL after a bust-out spring, running 32:32.

In the ladies race, Donna showed she's right back where she left off pre-injury, finishing 3rd on the women's side behind WRRC studs, Sherry Stick and Jill Krebs.  Sam also produced a top 10 finish, clocking a 38:11 for 6th.

A summary of the results:

Keith Levasseur 32:20 9th
Seth Geoghegan 32:32 11th
Adam Wytko 33:30 14th
Steve Olenick 33:31 15th
John Chall 34:26 21st
 
Donna Wecker 36:30 3rd
Samantha Matthews 38:11 6th
Dorothy Beckett 40:16 12th
 
Now for some pictures....
 
Keith, the day after a 50 Miler...CRAZY!

Seth reppin' Beantown

Adam and Steve hiding their frustration well

John wearing a shirt?!?!


Donna in the zone

Sam staring at the finish line






Tuesday, October 30, 2012

HOORAH! Rocking the streets of the Nation's Capital

Well, the time had finally come....

THE MARINE CORPS MARATHON

With forecasters predicting a real whammy from the approaching Hurricane Sandy, the organizers and runners of this race could have cared less what Mother Nature had in store.  It appears as though the weather wasn't terrible other than gusty winds, particularly while crossing the bridges into and out of the District.

We had a strong male trio competing this year: Keith, Conrad, and Kevin.  Keith, a former Marine, ran his PR of 2:38 at this race last year.  To our surprise, he decided to wear shoes...what an idiot!  Conrad recaps running with a fellow Navy teammate until Mile 14 where he fell off and he met up with Keith.  These guys ran together until Mile 20 or so before Conrad picked up the pace and claimed a top 25 finish and 3rd Master.  Keith was right behind him.  Kevin, in his debut marathon, went out at a comfortable pace going thru the half in 1:23.  We've all told him all summer that he had a good shot to break 2:50 if he ran smart.  Judging by the splits, he tailed off a bit the last few miles but crushed his goal of 3 hours, running 2:53 and setting a high standard for future 26.2 adventures.  Official results:

Conrad Orloff 2:41:07 24th
Keith Levasseur 2:41:43 26th
Kevin Ford 2:53:13 72nd
 
In related news, Phil Lang held his 2nd Annual 9k Around The Fairway race at The Timbers at Troy golf course in Elkridge.  To everyone's surprise, he decided to participate this year and took home top honors, clocking a 34:25.
 
We have another big weekend coming up with the NYC MarathonAdam Wytko and Hall of Famer, Mick Slonaker will be running through the Big Apple.  Hopefully the city will be back up and running by then.  Also on Sunday, the Run Through the Grapevine 8k will take place on the grounds of Linganore Winecellars.  Regardless of the condition of the course, I know the hills will be calling everyone's name!
 
Thoughts and prayers out to everyone affected by Hurricane Sandy!  At least we all have running to fall back on as a secondary means of transportation.


Sunday, October 28, 2012

FLASH: Unofficial MCM results

It was cloudy and windy which made the running conditions less than ideal.  Kevin smoked 3 hours in his marathon debut!  Unofficial results as follows:

Conrad Orloff 2:41:07 24th
Keith Levasseur 2:41:43 26th
Kevin Ford 2:53:13 72nd PR
 
WAY TO GO FELLAS!!!!!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

ATM Recap and Our World Record Holder Gets International Coverage

It was a quite weekend on the race front.  Sunday morning featured one of the largest and most competitive races in the MD/DC area...the Army 10 Miler.  Our crew was smaller than normal this year.  The headline of the race was  the long awaited return of grandmaster, Weems McFadden.  Weems has been battling lingering injuries for much of the past year but has finally gotten healthy and restarted his racing career.  My sources tell me he's been running 50 mile weeks and slowly throwing in some faster runs.  It's always fun to watch him go head to head with fellow rival John Chall for grandmaster AG wins.  The weather on Sunday was quite nice.  The course was allegedly about 0.1 miles long.  Results as follows:
 
Mark Buschman 53:44 44th PR
Weems McFadden 1:03:44 441st
John Chall 1:03:48 449th
 

Meanwhile, in Ohio, Adam ran his fifth race in as many weekends (including four consecutive marathons), the Youngtown Peace 10k Race.  He indicated his legs didn't have lots of spring in them, but he still managed a respective 35:29, good for 25th overall and 4th in his AG.

In related news, Keith received some international press for his World Record marathon run in flip flops at Baltimore two weekends ago.  A reporter from Yajiuma! TV in Japan contacted Carlos asking for permission to run a story on Keith's amazing feat.  Here is the article posted on the TV station's website:


We have a big weekend ahead.  Keith, Conrad, and Kevin take on the Marine Corps Marathon in DC on Sunday.  Good luck fellas...GET SOME!!!  If anyone reading this is also running the marathon or 10k, good luck to you as well!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Baltimore Running Festival

There was plenty to celebrate at the 12th annual Baltimore Running Festival this past weekend.  The festival, consisting of a 5k, half marathon, marathon, team relay, and kids fun run, brought together a record attendance of 27,000 runners and an estimated half a million visitors.  It was the 6th year in a row that the event has sold out.  Among the throngs of runners, there were plenty of  royal blue and navy Striders/Bullseye Running singlets to be spotted.

In the marquee event, the marathon, four Striders finished in the top 50.  The top finisher for the Striders was none other than our resident mileage king, Keith Levasseur, who decided that running a marathon with shoes was not enough of a challenge for him.  Instead he opted for some "comfortable" flip flops to carry him across the distance. His time of 2:46:58, was good for 29th overall and set the Guinness World Record for world's fastest marathon in flip flops.

Only a few minutes behind Keith were Jason Tripp (2:48:24, 31st), Peter Keating (2:52:47, 38th) , and Adam Wytko (2:53:34, 41st).  Jason's time was good for 3rd in the master's category (40+).

Starting concurrently with the marathon was the team relay.  On the men's side, the Bullseye Running team, consisting of Carlos Renjifo, Phil Lang, Tom Williams, and Mark Buschman, was looking to repeat as winners for the third year straight.  On the women's side, the Bullseye Running Ladies (Kelly Westlake, Vicki Lang, BeaMarie Altieri, Robyn Humphrey) were trying to go for the win as well.  The men faced stiff competition from a team of UMBC alumni (Adventures for the Cure), while the ladies had to contend with a very strong women's team from the Falls Road Running Store.

In the women's relay race, the Bullseye ladies took an early lead over Falls Road, as Kelly Westlake ran a superb first leg, giving the team almost a two minute lead over their rivals.  This lead, however, was short-lived, as Falls Road's second leg ran a tremendously fast and essentially put the chance of victory out of reach.  This fact did not seem to deter the Strider/Bullseye women, who ran their hearts out, with Vicki running a gutsy second leg (48:39), followed by Strider hall of famer Bea Marie (41:54) on the third leg, and a very strong finish by Robyn on the final leg (48:02).  Even though they finished 4 minutes behind the Falls Road team, they obliterated the team behind them by nearly 14 minutes, with a time of 2:54:40.  Oh ... and one more thing I forgot to mention ... these women are all 41 years young or better, which makes the feat all the more remarkable!

In the men's relay race the race ended up being a nail-biter.  Carlos led off with a fantastic first leg, which saw him handing off to Phil almost a minute and a half in front of the UMBC team and nearly a minute in front of the top Kenyan's in the marathon.  Phil ran a brilliant leg, which was over 90 seconds faster than his previous best over that leg of the race.  Although the Bullseye team was caught by the UMBC team, Phil's effort limited the gap to a little over 30 seconds, which kept the team in contention.  On the third leg, Tom cut the gap to less than 10 seconds, giving Mark the opportunity to take a shot at the victory.  Mark did not disappoint,  as he threw in a few surges early in his leg to close the gap and take the lead.  Despite being taken off course by the pace bike, Mark kept his composure and came home strong with a convincing victory over their challengers.  The time of 2:23:54 was almost 6 minutes better than last year thanks to great performances across the board.

Other racing team members running on relay teams included Caroline Bauer (The Usual Suspects, 2nd coed team, 2:53:15) and Dorothy Beckett (Run4Chocolate, 4th female team, 3:13:46).

Finally, there was the half marathon, where John Chall and Stephen Olenick represented the team.  John ran 1:20:16, which was good for 2nd in the grandmaster category (50+).

But by far the best performance of the day (in my humble opinion) was Stephen Olenick's 1:15:05 half marathon, good for 5th place overall.  The time was a huge PR for Steve on a very challenging course.  The feat becomes even more impressive when you consider that only two years ago, after setting  a PR in the Baltimore Marathon (2:48:08), Steve was seriously injured and sidelined from running for 18 months.  In less than 6 months, Steve has gotten himself back into top form and is arguably in the best shape of his life at the ripe old age of 36!  Way to go Steve!

Congratulations to all who raced.  Here are some pictures/videos, courtesy of Brian Fleming and Issel Lim:

Adam, finishing his 4th marathon in 4 weeks.

Master superstar, Jason Tripp running a solid sub-2:49 marathon.

John, either flexing his muscles, or pumped up to finish 2nd in the grandmaster category of the half marathon.

Keith in his flip flops.  Looks like he still has some spring in that stride!

Mark in some patriotic attire.  No better way to celebrate a three-peat.

Robyn brings in the Bullseye Running ladies team.

Steve, in the form of his life, and probably wearing a singlet in a race for the first time in 2 years (he usually runs shirtless).  The Striders logo looks great on you, buddy!

Mark, Carlos, and Tom pose for a picture after a thrilling relay victory.

video
Mark at the end of the race, showing his finishing speed.

More pictures are available on the Striders Website and the Racing Team Picasa Album.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Striders Receive Honors from Howard County Recs & Parks

On October 9th, 2012, racing team members Bobby Gessler and Carlos Renjifo and former Junior Strider Corey Hamilton were recognized at the 10th Annual Howard County Celebration of Sports Event hosted by Howard County Recreation & Parks at the Turf Valley Resort in Ellicott City, MD.

Bobby Gessler, a long-time Strider, received a Goodsports Coach of the Year award for his involvement with the Howard County Junior Striders program.  The award specifically recognizes "the coach's commitment, dedication, preparation, respect for officials, teaching skills, emphasis on teamwork, team ethics, leadership, motivation, sportsmanship and patience in their work with youth and adult sports."

Carlos Renjifo, our racing team captain, received a Goodsports Adult Player of the Year award, recognizing his "dedication, respect for teammates, leadership, community service, attitude, commitment to practice, respect for coaches and respect for officials."

Corey Hamilton, a participant in the Howard County Junior Striders for many years, was awarded a Youth Player of the Year award, recognizing his running talents and "dedication, respect for teammates, leadership, community service, attitude, commitment to practice, respect for coaches and respect for officials."

Also in attendance were fellow Striders and Hall of Fame members Phil Lang and David Tripp.

In addition to the coaching and player awards, several officials were recognized and 7 new individuals were inducted into the Howard County Recreation and Parks Hall of Fame.  The keynote speaker was Scott Foster, Howard County resident and active NBA referee.

Photos of the event will be available soon here: http://countyofhowardmd.us/celebrationofsports.htm

Congratulations to All!

Carlos and Bobby show off their awards.

5k Run For Food - November 18, 2012

Joseph Keating, son of the great Peter Keating, is putting on this race as part of an Eagle Scout project.  Phil is helping him out with it.  The course is located on the grounds of the Howard County Fairgrounds in West Friendship.  I know it comes right after the fall marathon push, but if you're around and still healthy, please consider doing it and supporting him.  Registration link is here:

http://www.active.com/running/west-friendship-md/5k-run-for-food-and-1-mile-fun-run-2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

What Time Is It?....PR TIME!!!

I was remiss in picking up any of race results from two weekends ago so let's start there...

Dorothy Beckett kicked off the action on Saturday, 9/29 cruising to an age group win at the College Park Cares 5k, running 21:20 for 7th.  Marathon connoisseur, Adam Wytko kicked off his three marathons in three weeks in Akron, OH, clocking a 2:50:01 for 16th in what I was told was a comfortable effort. 

On Sundau, 9/30, our Ironman, Keith Levasseur went down in enemy territory and took the overall crown at the hilly Falls Road 15k, nailing a PR in 54:50.  SSSWEEETTT!  Pekka and I participated in the BWI Airport 4 Miler.  We both used it as a hard tempo run.  I got outkicked in the last 100m and had to settle for a roundtrip ticketless 2nd, but ran a good race given the 13 miles the day before in 20:18.  Pekka won the 'Furthest Traveled' award and hit his pre-race goal of sub 22, clocking 21:50 for 7th and 2nd in his age group.  I can't believe he'll be a master in a couple months!

Now onto the this past weekend.  Caroline and Craig took their talents to the Windy City for the Bank of America Chicago Marathon.  Race morning conditions were damn near perfect (maybe a bit chilly).  I streamed the end of the men's race and they were clocking mid 4:30s from Mile 22 on.  Craig ran a BIG PR, running 2:44:03.  Caroline followed suit, clocking nearly even splits and a HUGE PR in 3:14:43.  All those scorching summer miles must have paid off!!!

Kevin Ford headed down to Alexandria, VA to run the Woodrow Wilson Bridge Half Marathon for a second straight year; this year as a tune-up for Marine Corps.  Not sure if it was quite a PR or not, but he cracked the top 20 in a pretty competitive field with a 1:16:03.  Adam ran marathon #2 of 3, this time in Johnstown, PA.  This is usually the Karsten Brown show but he beat him by 5+ minutes, running 2:53:07 for 4th and unfortunately out of the money (?!?!), but taking his age group.

It was certainly an awesome start to the Fall racing season and it just keeps getting better.  Good luck to everyone partaking in the Baltimore Running Festival this Saturday!  I hope to see many of you out there!

Sunday, September 30, 2012

FLASH: Keith wins Falls Road 15k


Keith takes the overall crown in overwhelming fashion clocking a 54:50 (3:30+ margin of victory).

WAY TO ROLL BIG GUY!!!

Friday, September 28, 2012

Striders in the Media

Cool article featuring a picture of Keith sporting is Striders gear at the Air Force Marathon a couple weeks ago.  The article features an interview with Colonel Mark Wasson (USAF), who at age 46 finished in a stellar 2:39.

Keith balling it up in front of Col. Mark Wasson (#4785) at the Air Force Marathon in Dayton, OH


http://naturalrunningcenter.com/

What did I get from the article?  Keith got toasted by a Master...j/k

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Runaround

This was a rather quiet weekend of racing...but it's the calm before the storm I suppose!

Saturday morning kicked off with the Bagel 2 Beer Marathon, a low-key race which starts at the Columbia Swim Center and takes runners through and around Columbia before finishing at Rams Head Tavern in Savage.  Adam Wytko claimed the win with a 2:58:16, while Jeremy Rea was only a few minutes behind; 3:01:09 for 2nd.  Solid long runs for those dudes!

Meanwhile, in Northern VA, our Finnish Striders participated in the Clarendon 10k/5k, rumored to be fast and competitive.  Sari Stenholm ran the 10k, crossing the finish line in 42:33 for 15th in the female race.  The 5k gun went off after the 10k finished so Pekka was able to race as well and pass their son off to the tired mommy.  His brief race report indicated a 2 mile split of 10:11, which resulted in him hitting the wall, as he finished in 16:41; good for 6th overall and 2nd in his AG.  It's great to have these two back for a couple more weeks!!!

Sunday was the busier day.  Kelly Westlake ran the Race For Our Kids 10k, a very competitive race in Baltimore, with a couple thousand $ in prize money.  She continued to impress, claiming the Master's title while also winning some c@$h, clocking a 38:44 on the hilly course.

In Carroll County, Caroline ran the Bachman Valley Half Marathon, a low-key, but well organized and challenging course put on by the WRRC.  She is training for the Chicago Marathon in a couple weeks and ran a 'marathon-ish' pace (her words, not mine) for 1:33:22, good for 2nd.

Last but certainly not least, our race horse was at it again.  Keith told me about this crazy 10 mile trail races while in Leadville, CO: The Conestoga Trail 10 Miler.  He indicated that nobody had ever broken 90 minutes, meaning it probably has parts that are not runable.  So what does he do?  Signs up for it of course.  I'm assuming the course record was broken this year, as he ran 1:34:57 which was good for only 14th.

The next month has lots of big time races: Baltimore, Chicago, Army 10, Marine Corps.  For the most part everyone seems healthy and very fit.  I know the Bobby Gessler group is knocking back some quality tempo runs and track work.  Can't wait to see what Fall brings!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Turn Up the Music...Let's Turn it Up LOUD!!!

Well, I haven't posted in a while so let me recap the past couple weekends:

Our ultra man, Keith Levasseur, competed in the Market Street Mile in Frederick on Saturday, 9/8.  For this guy, it was a quick sprint.  He crossed the finish line in 4:58, a new PR (his first sub 5:00 I believe) and 12th overall.  Kevin Ford made a return to the racing scene, clocking a 1:17:56 at the Montour Trail Half, as he continues to prepare for Marine Corps in six weeks. 

Sunday, 9/9 started off with the Parks Half Marathon, a low-key but very well run race MCRRC.  What do you know, Keith was out there again, running 1:22:26.  Tunde Morakinyo wasn't far behind with a 1:26:41 for 54th.  THe race of the day went to Kelly Westlake, who won the Master's division, running a PR of 1:24:45.  The Police Pace 5k also took place on Sunday.  Conrad Orloff took the Master's crown, finishing 2nd overall in 17:00.  John Chall ran a solid 19:34 for 22nd.  On the ladies' side, Samantha Matthews and Robyn Humphrey went 1-2 in 19:48 and 19:56, respectively. 

Now to this past weekend, Keith hopped into yet another marathon.  He ran an impressive 2:41:42 at the Air Force Marathon in Dayton, OH.  Good for 2nd in his AG and 9th overall.  On Sunday, the Striders repped it hard at the Rock 'N Roll Philadelphia Half.  Known to be one of the flatter courses, the weather was near ideal and the competition was fierce.  Carlos, a married man for only 8 days, led the way, running a new PR with a 1:09:20 for 29th.  Yours truly ran a 3:30 PR, crossing the finish line in 1:10:17.  This race included a 10 mile PR (53:46) for me as well.  Our favorite international Strider, Pekka Stenholm, visiting this month, met his goal and beat the Finnish National HM qualifying standard by one second, running a 1:16:59.  Jason, after flying from NH to BWI and driving up to Philly the night before after participating in the 200 mile Reach the Beach relay, ran 1:23:20.  Jorge Renjifo, a 4x week runner and certified P90X instructor, also ran a great time of 1:24:00.

Postrace Rock 'N Roll Philly...Striders and Falls Road crews unite!


Finally, the awesome weekend concluded with a pair of races in the Nation's Capital.  In the Navy 5 Miler, Robyn Humphrey and Tacy Powers, swept the Master's titles, running 32:51 and 34:51, respectively.  Conrad, also training for Marine Corps, opted out of the Erie Marathon and crushed the Navy-Air Force Half with a 1:17:35, the 2nd Master.

So who signed up for the 117th Boston Marathon???  I am not.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Leadville Trail 100 Race Report: From The Runner's Perspective

So after bugging him for weeks, I finally received Keith's race report for the Leadville Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run on August 18-19.  This is the shortened version.  Very good read.

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“You need to hold me up!” I said to my pacer Donnie while on the Colorado Trail section following the return stop at the Twin Lakes aid station.  “No, not just a hand on my back, I mean I’m going to fall unless you really hold me!” We were roughly at mile 60, I had just lost my stomach, was vomiting and dry heaving, and at this particular point in time, I was holding onto a tree along a narrow path with a 1,000 ft drop right in front of me.  The good news is you couldn’t see the drop since it was dark.  The bad news is that with it being dark already and the rough shape I was in, it was going to make finishing the final 40 miles within the 30-hour time limit a grueling trek of sheer willpower and determination…as well as the constant prodding by my pacer and crew.
 
That was in 2011; it was my first 100-miler and only my second ultramarathon.  It was tough and took everything I had to finish.  This year I was determined to do it differently and to have a good experience out there.  I had significantly more experience in running ultramarathons and a bigger crew to help lighten the load, both figuratively in sharing crew duties amongst them, and literally when it comes to carrying my stuff during the second 50 miles.  My crew consisted of Hafiz Shaikh, Caroline Bauer,and Mark Buschman.  Additionally, to help with acclimatization, I purchased an altitude tent and arrived in Leadville a week prior to the race.  Again, I was determined to have a better race experience.
 
Being in the area and getting to drive around before the race was a huge benefit.  I was getting to know the area much better and felt more comfortable.  The house that we rented was at Twin Lakes and roughly 9,500 ft.  Nearly equal to the low point on the course,but still a good elevation to live at to try to get used to the reduced oxygen of the high mountains.  The first thing I noticed was that my breathing was much better this year compared to last year.  The altitude tent helped!  That was very exciting and gave me a confidence boost.  Not that I didn’tnotice the lack of oxygen at all, because I did, but it was very minimal.  After spending a weekend in Leadville, Hafiz and Mark arrived and we set about getting things ready and trying to familiarize them with the area.  Tuesday morning we set out to hike Hope Pass to see what we had in store and the first thought I remember having is how quickly I forgot how hard of a hike it is. Just a little over a mile into the climb and I was already gassed and questioning my training when it came to the big hikes.  My legs were tired and my heart rate was way too high.  No altitude tent was saving mehere…this was going to be tough.  I knew I didn’t do enough big climbs as part of my training but I figured I could just push through it.  This climb, which was supposed to be a confidence booster, had me second guessing that.  As we continued up the mountain, the climb got easier and we made sure to take short rest breaks.  That helped tremendously and before we knew it, the pace quickened and the summit was in sight.  We spent some time at the top and even tried to climb one of the peaks next to Hope Pass. We talked with other runners that were also hiking the pass and then set off back down the mountain to Winfield, the halfway point of the race.
 
Caroline arrived on Wednesday and after a brief “tour" of Leadville we again hit the grocery store to get more supplies for the rest of the week.  Following their early morning excursion up Mount Elbert, Colorado’s highest peak, and the second highest peak in the lower 48 states, we started race planning in earnest.  Maps, crew strategies, pacer order / strategy, and nutrition planning.  Running 100 miles obviously requires strength and fitness, but more importantly it required determination and the ability to continue digging deep no matter what negative thoughts run through your mind.  However, in order for any of that to matter, running 100 miles requires eating. A lot.  The number of calories is ridiculous and it was simply exhausting just trying to plan out what to eat and when.  You never know how your stomach is going to react to the things you’re trying to consume and no matter how good of a plan you have, it’s probably going to fall apart at some point and then it’ll be a matter of doing the best you can with what you have available.

The crew standing at the top of Colorado; Summit of Mount Elbert, 14,433 ft.
Based on advice and reading some blogs, my very high-level nutrition plan was to consume 10,000 calories. I figured that would be sufficient to get me through and feeling strong the entire time.  As we started planning the aid station to aid station strategy, I started to realize just how much food that really was.  To consume that many calories, it would require nearly continuous eating during each running leg and then consuming another couple hundred calories at each aid station.  Going over all the food and trying to imagine how I might be feeling at 60 miles and what might work for nutrition and how my stomach might react was exhausting.  Soon my default answer was “PowerGel.”  I threw a few new foods in there (though they say you shouldn’t), like Hammerbars and even rice balls.  The bars worked fine but the rice needed something else…plain sushi rice is just too bland.  So with the nutrition plan set and all the gear organized, all we had left was the pre-race brief.
 
Due to the death in the family, Ken Chlouber, the race founder, was not able to be there. However, his son, Cody, filled in for him and did his best to talk about the need to dig deep and when you’ve dug as deep as you can, you still have to dig deeper.  He had us all commit to not quit and urged us to finish at all costs because not finishing is something that will haunt you until you do – he knows because he dropped on his first attempt at the race.  He finally indicated that last year as he crossed the finish line under 30 hours.
 
The “morning” came too early when at 2:00am alarms started sounding throughout the house.  It was time to get moving and putting the plan into action.  Coffee, oatmeal, a bagel, and a banana…nearly 600 calories consumed already.  We loaded the minivan and made our way to the starting area.  We beat most of the traffic in and found a great parking spot right on Harrison  Blvd.  At this point the nerves finally started to show up….here we go again.  This course beat me up last year and now I was just about an hour away from trying it again.  This time with a clearly laid out plan for nutrition, crewing, hydration, pacing, and muling but something was missing.  I knew what it was, but Iwasn’t going to let it distract me – I couldn’t let it distract me.  We set out to the start line and the nervousness turned to excitement.  I was starting near the front and I was going to run this race solid – I was determined.  People gathered, my crew moved out of the corral and to the side, the countdown was beginning and then suddenly Anton Krupica comes out of nowhere and plops himself about 5ft in front of me.  I was wondering where he had been, as I had been toying with the idea of running with him for a bit.  The gun goes off and the journey began!

Group pre-race photo, circa 3:45am on Saturday, August 18th
"We'll tell you when you start and we'll tell you when to stop. In between, don't think. Just keep running.” – Ken Chlouber, Founder Leadville Trail 100
 
Running to Mayqueen is pretty easy since after a short downhill start it’s mostly flat with some very gentle rollers on the trail,just enough to keep it interesting.  What made it more “exciting” for me is that even though I put brand new batteries in my headlamp when I got up, it was already dead. Not fading or less than super bright, but no light at all.  Apparently there’s something wrong with it and the batteries were totally drained in a few short hours.  Awesome. The trail isn’t hard, but when you can’t see it, suddenly it’s very hard.  I was doing my best to use the light from others, but the lights behind me resulted in a shadow being cast, so neither those lights nor the ones in front were of any use.  Luckily though, I ended up next to a guy that had two lights, one on this head and one around his waist.  After running near him for a little while, he offered one of his lights.  Trail runners are great people! Always willing to help out a fellow runner.  We stopped so he could take the light off.  I thanked him and said I’d get it back to him somehow.
 
Without a light, I’d spent so much time concentrating on the trail that I wasn’t able to eat any of the food I was supposed to be eating during this section.  Now I had just about 3 miles before the aid station so I set about eating all the food I had in my hydration pack.  I arrived at Mayqueen right about my predicted time and first thing I’m handed is Accelerade and a PB&J sandwich.  Um, I was full since I just ate a few hundred calories in the last few minutes and I wasn’teven hungry when I ate that.  But I had to eat anyway, so I did and after being stopped for much longer than last year it was time to move on toward Hagerman Pass and the climb up Sugarloaf.  This section was uneventful and I only sought to try to remember what it was like so I would have a better idea of it on the return.  Last year I had no recollection of this section. Matter of fact, last year I argued with my pacer that we were off course because I didn’t even remember being on a trail at all.  Never mind the fact that other runners were passing us and the course was very clearly marked, I was convinced everyone was wrong.  That’s how bad of shape I was in.  Leaving the trail and heading up the dirt road, the views with the sun rising and the fog on Turquoise Lake were amazing.  It reminded me of many other ultras I’d run earlier this year and late last year. These views are one of the things that makes ultra running so special and so majestic.  The views suck you in and tempt you to ease up the pace and just enjoy the scenery.  The views also remind you of the simple beauty that nature has to offer…and the beauty reminded me that something was still missing.  As the road continued climbing up, I thought back to my first run on the Catoctin fire roads since this was so similar…though the cowbell was certainly missed.  At that training run it was the first time Ihad ever used a mantra, so I turned to it now and settled in to a comfortable run – reciting the chorus “everything’s gonna be alright” from Bob Marley’sThree Little Birds.
 
As the road ended and the dreaded Powerline trail started, I resolved not to bomb down it like I did last year.  I kept things very controlled and just tried to save the quads for the miles and miles remaining.  As the trail flattened and the dirt turned to pavement, I knew I was just a couple miles from Fish Hatchery.  Again, I forgot to eat earlier on the run, so I set about eating as much as I could while on the easy road section.  Entering in Fish Hatchery everything was still going well.  I felt good and after a brief pit stop at the aid station, I felt great.  Part of my race strategy was to take as much time as I needed at each aid station, so I sat with the gang for a bit and had some more food.  For the next section I decided to take a hand bottle instead of my hydration pack since it was only a few miles on the road.  I set out on the road and they packed up and made their way to Treeline.  The road was easy and I was thinking that this year I would actually be able to run this section on the return.  I was tempted to push harder now, but resisted the urge and just kept it easy. Arriving at Treeline still feeling good, it was now time to really load up with calories, 1200 of them to be exact, since it was going to be the first significant section of trail without a crew access point.
 
The Colorado Trail in this section is beautiful.  Nice trail for some of it and a very narrow and crumbly trail with a huge drop-off for other parts of it.  My plan here was to still keep the pace steady but also to make mental notes so that I could break it into manageable sections on the return.  One of the hardest parts last year was expecting to see my crew at a certain point, but then realizing it was a non-crew accessible aid station and the crew access point was still miles away.  I had to mentally prepare for it this year, so I didn’t let my mind wander on the trail as much as I would have liked.  Probably a good thing because there was something missing that kept diverting my thoughts, but I had a job to do and I needed to focus. I passed through Halfpipe and the “water only” stop on Mt Elbert, then 3 miles of downhill to Twin Lakes.  The super steep descent from trail to road was just as fun this year (apparently few people actually run down it – but I did simply because it’s fun) as last year, and finally I arrived at Twin Lakes.  I felt good, but a few miles earlier I started feeling a twinge in my left quad. Nothing serious, but enough to get my attention and actually say something about it.  Just like the other crew access points, I was given an update on the race and who the leaders were, but nothing much beyond that.  I wanted to know other things, but I didn’t want to ask.  Something was missing, but I couldn’t dwell on that because Hope Pass awaited.  The upcoming section really knocked me back last year.  Hope Pass was daunting and last year Ididn’t have it in me to climb it.  Idon’t know how I did it, but I did.  It was all a blur, but this year would be different.  My legs felt great, other than that twinge.  My energy was good, though Ididn’t eat even half of the food they gave me to eat on the last section.  I tried to eat some more at the aid station,but I don’t think I had very much.  It was hot and I needed to press on.  The river crossing awaited and Hope Pass was in sight.  Time to go!
 
Moving along the grassy trail through the flood plain I kept a solid pace.  Someone at a New Balance tent offered me a bandana to go with my NB101 trail shoes.  I gladly took it since the sun was hot and I thought a bandana soaked in cold mountain water would do the trick in keeping me cool.  Last year I walked this entire section and then I slowed down even more on the hike up.  This year I was running solid and passing others that were hardly running or simply walking. So glad that wasn’t me this year!  Entering the trail, I power hiked up most of it and only did a little hand-on-knee hiking.  The higher up, the harder it got, but I was still moving strong.  A few people passed me, but I didn’t let it bother me.  I was running my race and pushing too hard on this climb made no sense.  I kept it steady and before I knew it, the trees were few and far between and then they were gone altogether.  The llamas were now in sight and so was the Hopeless aid station. 
 
From the moment I signed up for the 2012 running of the Leadville Trail 100, I couldn’t wait to get to this aid station so I could once again have the wonderful combination of mashed potatoes and noodle soup – it’scalled suicide by the lady that makes it. I told her that getting up Hope and drinking/eating this concoction was the reason I signed up.  She said she was glad to hear that and she’ll have some more for me when I get back.  Moving onward up the mountain and the switchbacks that lead to the summit, I started thinking that the leaders would soon be cresting the top.  My prediction was accurate as Anton and I crossed paths right at the timing mat (yeah, they had one up there!) on the summit.  He was looking good and I was in awe that they are really that fast.  He had nearly 10 miles on me and no easy 10miles either.  We exchanged “good job”pleasantries and a low five and then I was down the backside to Winfield.  I made a point to cheer on the race leaders as we crossed paths.  They were all very encouraging in saying “good job” and “way to go” just as I was saying to them.
 
Nearing the bottom is when things took a noticeable turn for the worse.  On Tuesday they finally announced that the runners would not be on the road with the cars, but instead on a trail that parallels the road.  Ithought this would be a good thing, but turns out it added 1.6 miles in each direction.  Not that big of a deal, but the fact that the trail climbed up nearly the entire section to Winfield was something I was not prepared for.  I walked much of that section and the negative impact on my time was significant,but the shot to my confidence and mental state was much worse.  This is when I feared things were going to really turn bad.  I was getting so beat up mentally and just needed to get through this section.  As I approached the end of the dirt road from the trail head, I saw Caroline standing there. I’m not sure what she thought when she saw me, but my guess is I looked like I was pretty beat up.  I was getting fatigued, but I knew most of it was mental. I was looking forward to taking some time at the aid station and using that to recharge.  It was here last year that I remarked that getting to the halfway point was the hardest thing I’dever done.  I remembered that moment vividly and the emotions that started to flow back then, but this was not the time to dwell on the past, but to focus on what I still had left to do.  The new trail posed a significant challenge,but I’d overcome more and I was really looking forward to running with someone.  I figured with all the time Ia dded while walking much of the trail that a sub-25 finish was now a long shot,but it turned out it wasn’t, so long as we get moving and get back over Hope Pass before it gets dark.
 
“Thirsty?” asked Hafiz. “Yes.”  “Okay, here.”  I drank, three sips, and then gave my bottle back.  Hafiz had the first leg and the responsibility for getting me back over Hope Pass.  I didn’t know how to work with a pacer carrying my stuff and it’s not something we really rehearsed.  I wanted to have my bottle so that I could drink when I wanted, because I didn’t want to have to ask for it.  Since we didn’t rehearse this and I didn’thave my bottle in my hand it was making me nervous.  The trail continued and we were setting a good pace and moving much more smoothly than I had been during the outward bound leg.  I was getting thirsty again,but Hafiz was just far enough ahead to where it was tough to ask.  His pace was solid and I was starting to fade a little.  He turned and handed me the water with a terse command: “drink.”  I grabbed the bottle, took three sips and handed it back, thanking him.  That set the routine of every ten minutes being handed my bottle and being told to drink. Thirsty or not, I drank – three sips.
 
“Pain only hurts.” – Ken Chlouber
 
Then we started the tough part of the climb up Hope.  It was steep and rocky.  Hafiz, Mark, and I had hiked this section earlier in the week, so we knew what to expect. Roughly 2.5 miles up, with the first mile being about 28 minutes/mile and the second being about 24 minutes/mile, and that pace continuing until the top.  I knew we weren’t going to manage that pace now, but it was reassuring knowing it could happen.  Last year when climbing this side of Hope, I remember the watch chiming a mile and the time being 59:59.  Meaning it likely took over an hour to travel one mile.  It was brutal, but this year I felt much better.  We cut the time in half and managed to average just over 30 min/mi during the hike, and that included stopping to put on a jacket due to the rain that started to fall and the plummeting temperatures from the storm that was rolling in.  As we crested Hope, we started down the set of switchbacks leading to the Hopeless aid station and one of the highlights of this race – suicide.  After a few minutes sitting there, it was time to press on. Hafiz set the pace on the down and I tried to keep up.  We were passing runners and he wasn’t letting up.  Onward we pressed and as the slope leveled out, we were to the open field and making the home stretch toward the Twin Lakes aid station.  Hours ahead of 2011, but I still had doubts we had enough time for a sub 25-hour finish.
 
Once again, everything was organized and I just sat down,ate some food (mostly noodle soup), and told them how I was feeling.  I tried to eat what I could, but it wasn’t as much as I’d hoped.  My stomach had been really challenging me for the past few hours with nausea after I ate.  Noodle soup and broth did the trick, as well as lots of ginger.  I wanted to make it as far as I could in daylight and since Caroline was ready to go, off we went down the path where everything fell apart last year. The first three-mile hike was uneventful.  We moved steadily up the hill and chatted some.  She told me that people were asking how I was doing and sending along well wishes.  She told me of people she spoke with and how they were tracking my progress.  That really brightened my day since it had been on my mind continuously.  Along the trail, I pointed out to Caroline the area was where Donnie was helping to hold me up and we continued to move along steadily.  I tried to take good mental notes of this section during the outward bound leg because in 2011 I was taken by surprise how long it was.  Iwanted to make sure I knew what we had left but was once again surprised…thistime by how quickly things came up.  It’smuch different when you’re actually running most of the time!  We hit the Elbert aid station and barely slowed down.  Pressing on to Half Moon and continuing to pick people off, we had a nice rhythm going.  Not like this is any sort of race at this point, but it’s always fun to pass people. Light was fading quickly, so we finally switched on our head lamps for the final few miles before the Treeline Crew Access Point.
 
Though still fairly early in the race, it was right around this area that the hallucinations started. I wasn’t nearly as fatigued as last year, but when you’re really tired and it’s getting dark, your eyes tend to play tricks on you.  I have some experience with this from many days without sleeping in the Marines, but it’s always interesting when you are certain you see something that’s out of place. For example, it was along this stretch of trail that I noticed someone had hung laundry out to dry.  We were in the middle of the woods and someone actually hung out their sheets and other laundry on a string between trees. Crazy, huh?  Well, it wasn’treally there and I bit my tongue just long enough to realize it wasn’treal.  I didn’t want Caroline or anyone to worry, so I kept these occasional visions to myself.  If it was really there, I figured they would say something. 
 
As we approached Treeline I was fading a bit and wanting to walk more than run.  Eating had been difficult for the past 20-30 miles, so I wasn’t taking in enough calories.  I knew my energy was depleting, but eating too much would cause whatever I ate to come back up.  So I had to carefully balance calories and what my stomach could handle.  Mark was up next and there was a good section of road ahead.  Earlier in the day I toyed with the idea of trying to knock back 7:00 min/mi here, just to see if I could do it.  Though we didn’t get close to that, it was some of the longest continual running I’ddone in quite a few hours.  There were just very few spots worthy of walking, so when we did take walk breaks, they were relatively short.  Mark’scompetitiveness was rubbing off on me and we kept targeting people and picking them off, one-by-one.  With the lights visible in the distance, but the openness of the West, at times it felt like we were on a treadmill…moving but not getting any closer.  We finally hit Fish Hatchery aid station,noodle soup was waiting for me (my go-to food at this point) and after a brief stay there, Mark and I were pressing forward to the part of the course I dreaded the most – the Powerline climb up Sugarloaf.

Picking up Keith at the Treeline Aid Station (Mile 72)

 From the day I signed up for the 2012 edition of this race,I dreaded this climb.  I still remember,so vividly, my 2011 slow walk up this hill. Looking up and seeing the headlamps blend in the with stars and once you make it to the top, all you see is another climb full of headlamps and they too blend with the stars.  It’s physically tough but it’s mentally draining.  I was determined not to let it get the best of me this year.  Up, up, up we climbed.  Not as many headlamps in front of me and only a handful behind.  Many of those visible behind us caught and passed me and Mark, but we pressed on.  Taking breaks when needed and pushing forward with steady momentum.  I did my best to eat and drink, but still wasn’t able to run the plateaus or the few downs leading to the next climb.  Fatigue was definitely setting in and it was at this point that I finally dared to mention something I was seeing…just ahead near one of the summits, I saw someone kind of standing there and then moving from right to left.  He had a light and it just seemed odd that hewasn’t really running.  I had no idea what he was doing, but I mentioned something to Mark about it.  He didn’t respond to me, which I thoughto dd.  I kept staring and trying to figure out what the heck this guy was doing…we got closer and closer and then I realized there wasn’t anyone there at all. The hallucinations had started much earlier when Caroline and I were on the Colorado Trail, but I was able to have a good gauge of what was real andwhat was imagined and I was careful not to say anything to my crew about it.  This one though was so real that Iwas certain it was really there and that’s why I dared say something.  Of course it wasn’t and that was yet another sign that the lack of sleep and extreme physical exertion was starting to take a bigger toll on my body…and I had to start pushing hard to finish, but first,I needed to get off this mountain and down to Mayqueen.  The ups went on and on and I finally gave up counting the number of false summits, but when we finally reached the last one,I knew we were there.  I wanted to run and I know Mark wanted to run, but we didn’t at first.  We would jog little sections and then I would walk.  I’m not really sure when it kicked in or how, but soon we were running and making a good pace too.  We started passing people that had passed us on the climb.  The gravel road seemed much longer on the down than I remember on the climb early on Saturday (I think it was after midnight by now), but Iwasn’t going to complain because we were holding a very steady pace.  As we hit the trail, I took the lead because I was ready to get to the Mayqueen aid station. Besides the suicide broth on at Hopeless, pancakes at Mayqueen were the other food I was looking forward to. I’ve never had more delicious pancakes than the ones I had there in2011.  I couldn’t wait to eat some again!  The trail continued and we kept running.  It was technical, we were using headlamps, and it was Mark’s first night trail run…we were having fun.  Quick feet – steady effort.  Press on. Pancakes await.  Finally we hit the end of the trail.  I slowed some just before that and my pace wasn’t as solid through the grass and on the road leading to the aid station.  As I approached, I again let go the idea of beating 25 hours.  I figured Powerline took too long and wedidn’t make up enough time on the trail. It was probably best anyway, that way I can just finish without any pressure.  This was good.
 
Arriving at the tent, Caroline asked if I wanted pancakes.  “Um, yeah!”  As a bonus, she had coffee too…that was exactly what I needed.  A couple pancakes with syrup and hot coffee, that is the ultra food of champions (at least for me) and it hit the spot.  I knew itwouldn’t be enough to get me through the rest of the race, but it did the trick at the time and we had to press on because much to my excitement and dismay,sub-25 was still within reach.  It was Hafiz again and then Caroline would switch out later – all we needed to do was average a 15:00 min/mi until the end and I would finish under 25 hours.  Ithought the possibility was gone, but it was once again within reach.  But we needed to go – so off we went.  Along the road in the campground we (mostly Hafiz) helped guide others that somehow lost the trail.  Admittedly it was very poorly marked with green glow sticks that were nearing the end of their life, but Hafiz and I managed to stay on course.  We ran this part of the trail earlier in the week, so we knew there was some up and down to contend with, but I didn’t remember it being as bad as it was.  I guess that’s what happens when you have nearly 90 miles on your legs.  We would run for good stints and then walk some ups or technical downs.  All I needed was 15 min/mi, but the miles were ticking off slowly and it seemed like we were only barely getting under 15sno matter how hard I would run.  Longer periods of walking and shorter periods of running and suddenly our average pace was falling into the 15 flat or slightly over 15:00.  Not good. I took a gel and that helped some. We came up on the boat ramp much sooner than we expected and then it wasCaroline’s turn.  I was fading, so as Hafiz and Caroline switched over gear, I pressed on solo.
 
At this point no one was really sure how many miles we had left.  The confusion meant the target pace was also unknown.  Did we need 15sor did we need 12s?  That’s a huge difference and since I was barely holding 15s, the thought of having to run 6-8miles at a 12:00 min/mi was too much for me mentally to deal with and likely too much for me to manage physically. Instead of thinking about all that, we just ran.  I stopped worrying about average pace and finishing time and knew that if I just kept pressing forward as hard as I could, that I’ll either get the time I want or be able to say that I gave it all I had.  I remembered this part from last year and the question of “are your eyes open?”  That made me smile and this time around I answered the question in my head.  “Yes!”  My eyes were more open now than ever before and I was going to do the best I could and see what happens.  That’s really all that can be done, no matterwhat’s missing or not.  Pressing onward and doing your best.
 
Competitiveness is fun, but we hadn’t seen anyone in awhile.  That worried me in a way but was also pretty neat since in 2011 there were always other runners around me(almost all of which were passing me). As Caroline and I pressed on, looking for and almost always finding the right trail, we somehow started knocking back 9:40s.  It felt good to run and I was afraid to walk because starting again would be hard – so we just kept pushing even as the route started taking us uphill.  Finally there were people in sight and we started passing them.  It was a bit of a relief since I figured there would be a small pack of people trying to get in under 25 hours, so seeing others meant I was probably still close. Based on estimates, it was looking good. It was looking like I might actually do it.  I was feeling good with energy and my spirits were oddly high.  I took another gel even though I really didn’t want to.  The closer we got to the end, the more people we’d see– whether along the road cheering (quietly since it was the middle of the night) or tucked away ins leeping bags.  I estimated we had maybe3 miles, but probably only just over 2 miles. Caroline was in general agreement, though she was probably saying that for my benefit.  Then we asked a guy and his response of “about 4 miles” not only shocked me, but really starting stressing me out.  It knocked me back a bit.  We had about 40 or so minutes remaining and with just under 3 or even 3 miles, that meant a comfortable run.  With 4 miles remaining, that meant giving it everything I have without letting up for a moment.  I was in disbelief.  I told Caroline he was wrong.  I sought reassurance.  Reassurance that he was wrong, reassurance that we could make it, and reassurance that as hard as I’d been pushing for as long as I’d been pushing, it wouldn’t be for naught.  I had given up on sub 25 a number of times,but it kept resurfacing and now that I’d finally set my sights on it for real,I couldn’t let it slip away.  We pressed on.  The section we had just passed was two really gnarly crumbly rocky downs that trashed my quads and knees (which had felt fine the whole time), followed by a gradual climb of what ended up being close to 2 miles.  With my knees hurting after the down, the sub-10s weren’t an option.  I did the best I could with running, but now periods of hiking were interspersed.  Imust’ve asked a couple dozen times on that road what the time was looking like.  I recognized things from 2011 (or at least I thought I did) and said we were about 2 miles out.  I hoped I was right, but I wasn’t convinced.  We pressed on and the hill continued.  Last year I ran from shadow to shadow.  This year those shadows weren’t present, but I pretended they were.  This is the most difficult finish because it climbs nearly the entire final 4 miles of the course.  As we neared a street light, Ihad a feeling that was the top of the hill.  From there, we would be almost exactly 1 mileaway…and Hafiz and Mark would be waiting. Time check again.  This time, we had about 30 minutes.  As we started to crest the hill, we turned left on the street and saw Hafiz and Mark standing just down the road where we’d be making the turn on 6th  street for the final stretch.  I had 30 minutes to finish and it was at this moment that I knew we’d finish sub-25. My biggest fear was that I’d hit that point with 10 minutes remaining and have to do my best to pull together some Herculean effort.  Instead, we got to take it in easy.  Walking the up and running some of the down and flat and then running the final 1/8 mile to the red carpet and through the tape.  Final time of 24:44:58.  Shaved off nearly 5 hours on a course that,by some estimates, runs about 15-20 minutes longer than last year, and a total mileage of about 102 miles. 

Post-race, circa 4:45am on Sunday, August 19th

 You’re stronger than you think you are. You can do more than you think you can do.  That theme was true last year and was true this year. The challenges were many, but each was overcome even when the thoughts in my head pointed toward giving up and my body was screaming for reprieve.  “Pain only hurts” kept playing through my head as well as the fact that one simply keeps going because one really is stronger than one thinks one is. When all odds seem overwhelming and the challenges are stacking up, you just push onward digging deep. When you’ve reach the bottom and you can’t dig any deeper – you do it again.  There is more.  There is an endless supply, even when you think there isn’t.  I’m not sure now where it comes from, but it’s there. Maybe it’s found in what’s missing, as much of it was for me.  It stuck with me the entire time and Icouldn’t shake it.  When it came down to it though, I didn’t want to shake it because I knew what was missing and I was going to use that to drive me forward instead of knocking me back.  I was going to channel my thoughts the best Icould to push me forward and focus on what needed to get done.  Though I got to cross the finish line, it takes a team to accomplish anything like that. There is no way I could have finished, never mind finishing under 25hours, without the amazing crewing and pacing support from Mark, Hafiz, and Caroline.  It’s a team effort and team accomplishment.  I owe this to them.  Besides support at the race, it’s the training and preparation months in advance…so to the Hero-Friends, I thank you as well for your support and well wishes.