Monthly Archives: October 2013

Race Report: 2013 Leadville Trail 100

Everyone that signs up for a 100 miler is essentially plunking down their hard-earned coin to get a kick in the ass.

And who wouldn’t want to get their money’s worth?

Many runners got a little more of that ass kicking than they bargained for in this year’s race.  And some of it was due to factors out of their control.  I know from first-hand experience how badly that can suck.  (Exhibit A)

Here’s the thing, though. Quit searching for the gentle kick in the ass.

It’s not like there’s a box you can check when you register for a race like this that indicates exactly how much ass kicking you are willing to deal with.  It’s going to come, one way or another, and there are an infinite variety of things to blame when you get kicked a little too hard.

Too hot
Too cold
Too wet
Too dry
Too flat
Too hilly
Too crowded
Too sparse
Too boring
Too rocky
Too smooth
Too long
Too short
Meteorites
Lack of qualifiers
Bitchy volunteers
Incompetent Race Directors
Didn’t have a mule
Commercialism
Saggy arm panties
My prescription-strength painkillers wore off
My 18 person crew and 5 pacers got stuck in traffic

I have been searching race calendars for the Goldilocks Just Right 100.  Guess what, it ain’t out there.  Even if it was, would anyone sign up?

Nah.  Screw ‘Just Right’.

Perfection is not what we’re after when we run these things.  We came looking for a challenge, right??

I recommend signing up for a 100 mile race and thinking, “Hmmm…  There aren’t any ass kicking amount checkboxes on this web page, but if there were I would click on the 100% ass kicking box.”

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Or at the very least select the ass kicking checkbox that says, “Surprise Me”.

That way you will never be disappointed, and you will always get your money’s worth.

Yeah, getting kicked in the ass sucks.  A good friend once told me what to do about that.

Embrace the Suck

Besides, the drama makes for better stories anyway.  And make no mistake, it is all about the stories.

Here’s my story.

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It’s hard to believe I’m writing a Leadville 100 race report for the sixth year in a row.

If racing the Leadville Trail 100 was my day job, I would now be at my one month employment anninversary.  I have spent the equivalent of an entire month’s worth of workdays on that course with a race number pinned to my shorts.

Holy crap.

I absolutely hate the 04:00 start time.  It’s totally worth it, though.  Just look at Robert Timko’s awesome pic.  That’s some good runner energy right there.

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I came into this race fat and slow, but feeling strong.  I dug myself into a super deep hole during last winter and am still climbing out of it.

Life was good for the first 20 miles.  I rolled along, holding back but still beating my splits.  Going super easy on the fluids and staying right on the nutrition.

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Running into Outward Bound was crazy.  The road was packed!  It was a pain to dodge the vehicles and such, but man – I got a charge out of running through that tunnel of people yelling their heads off.  It was like a climb in the Tour de France.

The next stretch always seems tougher than it should.  Exposed long roads rolling up into the thin air.  I hooked up with my brother-in-suffering Ben and we exchanged some sympathy to each other’s situation and kept working to make our way to Twin Lakes at mile 40.

I cruised into the aid station feeling appropriately worked, but nothing too bad.  A bit behind on fluids maybe.

Scott was a huge help here and stepped up big-time to pop out of the crowd and crew me at this important point in the race.  Thanks, man!  Time to get ready for the climb over Hope Pass.

I hit the base of Hope Pass in my fastest time ever, and proceeded to climb with vigor.

It worked for a while, but I think I overextended myself just a wee bit – completely imploding halfway up.  Slowing to a crawl and eventually needing to sit on a log while my calf muscles jumped all over the place under my skin.

So much for experience.  Such a rookie, sometimes.

I retied my shoes and started staggering up the trail again.  Feeling awful.  Frustrated.  Sorry for myself.

55 miles to go.

I moved a little better over the top of the pass, but still took forever to get to Winfield.

It was so cool to see so many friends in this section.

Once I got there, I fought my usual urge to get in and out as quickly as possible.  Instead, I sat in a chair and decided I would stay for as long as it took to feel better.  Ahhh, there’s the experience kicking in.

I badly wanted to puke but never did.  It took 40 minutes, but I was eventually able to get some fluids in me and started feeling tons better.

Rally time.

The return climb over Hope Pass has been my undoing for the last 3 races.  This year I had my best ever climb.  I’m sure the extra time and calories at Winfield played a huge part in that.  The pressure was off, my race was blown but I felt decent and knew it was just a matter of getting to the finish now.

Just one problem.  It was so hot!  I was dying and didn’t want to mess with removing my pack to take my shirt off.  I improvised by pulling my shirt up over the bottles on my pack.  It was so good to feel that cool mountain air on my torso.  I didn’t care that it looked like some sort of lumpy halter top.

Hat backwards, four days of scruff on the chin, and a hairy belly.  The first guy that came bombing down the trail in my direction took one glance and almost wiped out because his brain couldn’t compute my look!

I staged this one a couple of weeks later, just so you’d have a nice visual.

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Hopeless aid station ran out of cups or some such disaster.  Hmmm, these bottles I’m carrying are used to hold liquid.  Ladle some coke into one, water in the other.  All set.

The final 40 miles of this race were the best out of all the years I’ve been running it.  I didn’t have to worry about the cutoffs and could just enjoy the run.  My lungs were working great.  I was actually talking to people, which rarely happens at this stage in the game.

I killed the Powerlines climb.  Lungs and legs were great on that one, passed people the whole way up.  Including the gal that shoulder-checked me descending from Hopeless while screaming ON YOUR LEFT!!  Who let all these people into this race?!?

I got to May Queen and a guy asked me if I wanted him to pace me.  I’d normally decline, being that I’m usually a miserable mess at this point, but took him up on the offer and looked forward to the company.

We had great conversation and I was in a good mood as I was still feeling decent enough to continually pass people the whole way around the lake.  Turns out Mike ran a 2:21 at Boston in 1983!  He had endless supply of cool running stories, and was also very encouraging and interested in what I had to say.

I ran the whole way up the Boulevard and finished strong in 27:28.

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Photo Credit: David Manthey

Way off my target, but happy to come out of it feeling good.

So why keep coming back?

The LT100 is huge and magnificent.  Just standing on the start line you can see 90% of what you will be covering on foot, and it blows my mind.  Every. Damn. Time.

It’s also about potential.  I keep coming back because I haven’t reached mine,and despite being 31 years old now, the race hasn’t either.

Sure, some people want more remote conditions, more singletrack, less congestion, less hassle.  I like all of those things, too – but that’s not Leadville.  The LT100 is a different beast.  It is the New York City Marathon of hundred milers.  It is gritty and raw with a lot of history.  You get to take your own shot at a course that has broken more than half of the people that have ever tried it!  A course that legends have run on, both past and present.  A race and a town that welcomes you to step up and give it your best, to see what you can do.

When it comes to ass kicking, I definitely got my money’s worth.

Signed,

Another Satisfied Customer

2013 Training Log – Week 43

The week started off well, then fell apart.  Stress levels were at an 11 for most of the week, but I kept up with training despite that.  Until Friday when my body just had enough.  I decided to take the weekend off from training as I have been working fairly hard for the past month, especially with the added load of mixing the bike in.

Should have a few things cleared off my plate after this week is over so I can get back to a better schedule, and I finally started working on my Leadville 100 report.


Monday – 13.3 run

Great run. Unexpectedly good. Started off with an 8:30 then very gradually chipped the average down to 7:55. Wouldn’t say it was easy, but felt very controlled. The lack of tension in my legs was big time noticeable. The big ride on Saturday loosened them up nicely. My stride felt really smooth, I wasn’t bracing for impact – just spinning along and creating forward motion. Breathing was good, too.


Tuesday – 24.3 bike

Steady effort.


Wednesday – 7.5 run

Good cruiser. Starting to notice these types of runs are ending up in the 7-range more and more.


Thursday – 21.3 bike

Got my first Strava KOM on the bike.


Friday – 5 run

Body said ‘nope’.  Turned back early.


Saturday – 0

Kids went to a neighborhood Halloween party.  Lumpy the Heffalump, Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, and little Eeyore.

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Sunday – 0

Rest day.


Total – 26 run, 46 bike, 6:37

2013 Training Log – Week 42

Moderate week with a couple of up-tempo running efforts.  Then I survived my first bike race/event in 4.5 years on Saturday.  Awesome.


Monday – 10 run

I love the opening mile of the road going into Arches National Park.  I’ve always wanted to run it, but it’s not very practical with the traffic.  Fixed that little problem today by getting up at dark:thirty and running from our hotel to the park, then continuing up the road.  Running that in the dark by the light of a headlamp and having the place to myself was so cool.  Definitely a memorable run.

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Tuesday – 7 run

Much better than expected coming straight off big Moab trip. Still long way to go, though. Some parts were dialed and smooth, others were choppy and floundering.


Wednesday – 4 run

That sucked.


Thursday – 17 bike

Mostly used ride to test following a course I loaded into my Garmin.  Knowing how to do this will be key for the race on Saturday.


Friday – 8 run

Pushed things a bit for a 2.5 mile section in the middle.  First time I have run multiple miles in the 6 range in a long time.  Slowly working back into it.


Saturday – 46 bike

Greenland Gravel Grinder.  Thanks to spotting a heads-up from JT, I was able to try a grinder for the first time, something I have been wanting to do for at least 5 years.  Decent runner turnout, good to see Shad and Donnie as well.

I’ll write a report later, but the short version is I loved it and can’t wait to do it again.

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Credit: RidingGravel.com


Sunday – 0

Birthday.  Halfway to 88.


Total – 29 run, 63 bike, 8:14