Race Report: 2010 Winona Lake 50 Mile
It’s midnight. I’m standing next to my car in a grassy field somewhere in the middle of Indiana. Wearing nothing but a headlamp. I’ve got 9 hours worth of sweat, dirt, mud, and smashed mosquitoes to scrub off before driving back to Chicago to catch a flight home. Such is the life of a traveling ultra runner.
A couple of weeks ago, when plans were made for a short business trip to Chicago, I surfed through a couple of race calendars to see what might be going on close by. The Winona Lake Ultra immediately hit the top of my list. They were offering 5k, 10 mile, 50k, and 50 mile distances. Although my training had been a bit limited due to my slowly improving heel injury, I felt like I had the base to jump in the 50 miler. As an added twist, the race didn’t start until 2:30 in the afternoon (mountain bike races were being held on the course all morning), which meant we’d be running in the dark for the last couple of hours. That sold me. I love running through that transition of day to night, even better when it’s in a race.
So, the goals going in were to have fun racing in a new environment, and pace myself so that I could continue training and building towards Leadville without taking a huge hit and needing time off for recovery. I felt zero pressure and was pretty relaxed about the whole thing. I’ve been kind of stuck on the marathon/50k distance for a while and was looking forward to running my first 50 miler in two years.
It was great to actually sleep in on race day for a change, and I took my time making the 3 hour drive down to Warsaw, IN. The Winona Lake area was very nicely developed, with a lot of shops and parks. It was so hot and humid, though! I knew this would be the case, but man – it’s a hard transition to make coming from the crisp air of Colorado. I tried for a quick change into my running clothes in the car, but didn’t have it idling with the AC on – I think I sweated out 15 pounds in 5 minutes! Wow, it was going to be brutal running in this stuff. I knew the key would be to run within my limits and really do a good job with hydration and nutrition.
There were only 12 runners doing the 50 mile race. Pretty small, but I was happy to even see that many turn out to take a shot at this first year event. I was a little skeptical when signing up, but have to say that Planet Adventure did a great job of putting on this race. Course was well marked, aid stations were well supplied, and the results + photos were made available in a timely manner. Nice work!
Right as we were being called to the line for last minute instructions, the skies opened up and dumped more water than I think I had ever seen falling before. Wow. The race director (even though using a microphone and nice PA system) had to shout to be heard over the wind/rain/thunder. I was smiling and shaking my head – my fingers were all pruned up before we even started. Here we go…
Lap 1: The course was a total bowl of spaghetti – cramming a 10 mile loop into a pretty tight area that we would be running 5 times. It was a challenging trail with turn after turn and tons of ups and downs to knock you out of your running rhythm. A lead pack of 5 formed pretty soon and while I didn’t feel like I was running hard at all, my heart rate was very high and I could tell I was all out-of-sorts. Just couldn’t settle in and get comfortable. After a few miles of that, I decided to slow down a bit and let the group go while my body adjusted to the effort in the heat. The rain had stopped and we were really starting to bake now. We were in a steamy jungle, being attacked by swarms of mosquitoes, and plowing through ankle-deep mud and shin-deep puddles over and over again.
Lap 2: I was still working to get comfortable, feeling a little better, but still not where I wanted to be. I had passed 2 runners without much extra effort and was now solidly into 3rd place. They were looking like heat zombies, and I’m sure I wasn’t too far from that either. This lap was extra hot and 6 runners would end up dropping out by the 20 mile point. I knew I would need to take in as much water as I could stand, but had to be careful to not go overboard. Balanced salt intake would be critical. No worries, I had 20 salt capsules in a small baggie. Well, think again – reaching into the bag a couple of times (I should have just shaken them out into my palm) started a chain reaction and reduced the whole thing to a gooey salt blob. Luckily the race provided single-serving Endurolytes in foil packets at the aid stations, that really saved my day.
Lap 3: Now we’re talking. I finally had the intensity dial tweaked and settled on the 6.5 – 7 range. Letting my legs just carry me along. I was feeling much better and starting to enjoy the course as I was getting to know it a little more each time around. A few miles from the end of the lap, another huge storm hit and it was full-on Armageddon for a little while. I was dodging falling trees and branches. The wind was intense, along with tons more rain, lightning, and thunder. At one point, a branch the size of a baseball bat fell from 30+ feet and just missed me. I’ve already been tagged pretty solidly by a rock during a race before, and I wasn’t very anxious to add a tree to that list. I was half expecting to be waved off the course when I came through the start/finish area, but was given a few words of encouragement over the PA and signaled back with a thumbs-up as I continued on.
Lap 4: The storm abated after another mile or two and things got downright peaceful for a while. It was getting to be that time where I probably should have turned my headlamp on, but kept delaying. I like to run for as long as possible without it – and the fireflies were putting on a brilliant show! Definitely a treat for me. I passed the time by lapping a few 50k runners and listening to the splash of my feet through the mud and the puddles. It was nice. I was well into the zone now and the auto-pilot was fully engaged.
Lap 5: Now it was very dark. The damp air created a little bit of mist low to the ground. I felt like I had the energy to pick up the pace a little, but every time I tried even just a little bit, I would start stumbling over the roots, rocks, and stumps. Until I finally hooked a root with my forefoot and was down like a pancake in a millisecond. Luckily the ground was soft, so no real impact damage, but I torqued my knee and it was sending sharp pains every time I tried to run. I alternated walking and jogging for a bit until it finally settled down and I was able to return to my previous steady pace. I was pretty amazed to be feeling great otherwise, I think I did an awesome job of balancing the effort with the environment and taking in the proper amounts of everything.
Final loop: A small loop was tacked on the end to get the mileage up to 50. I felt great. I dropped my bottle and emptied my pockets as I came through for the last time and ran fast and free. Cranking the dial up to 9. Normally I can hit a hill pretty hard at the end of the race, but it will cost me and I’ll need to recover a bit. This time I steamrolled them all and didn’t even flinch. Plenty left in the tank. I was fully adjusted to the trail and headlamp and was able to really let it fly.
I finished feeling strong and fast – and very satisfied with how the race had played out. Ultra number 17 was done. I’ve definitely learned a lot over the past couple of years and enjoyed putting all of it into play during this event. I ran the last 35+ miles essentially solo, and never even put on the ipod that I had with me. I stayed mentally strong and focused, and didn’t let myself go harder than what I could comfortably sustain. I wasn’t even sore after this one. Nice!
The splits: More than anything else, I’m so happy with how my lap splits played out. For the last 3 laps (30 miles) of this race on a wet, twisty, hilly course – my times were all within a 46 second window! Talk about robo-runner. 1:52:31, 1:53:17, 1:53:03.
Results here. I was only a minute out of second place and didn’t even know it until after the fact.
Grays and Torreys Scout Campout/Hike
Had a fun time in the mountains this weekend hiking a couple of 14ers with my son and his scout troop. The wind was fierce, but we made it. The 500′ glissade was a lot of fun!!
The rest of the photos are here.
Race Report: 2010 Sageburner 25K
For the third year in a row I found myself packed up and on the road to Gunnison, making the trip to run in the Sageburner trail race. I ran the 50K in the previous two years (2008 report, 2009 report), but found myself facing some different circumstances this time around. With a heel that is being very slow to heal – I originally decided to just scrap the trip altogether a couple of weeks ago. The injury seems to be slowly on the mend, but is not to the point of being in race-shape.
Malcolm (my now 16 year old son) made the trip with me to the race in 2008 and waited around at the start/finish area while I ran for a little over five hours. He liked the area and indicated that he would like to come back and try racing there. That thought has stayed with me, and this year things lined up perfectly to make that happen. He hasn’t been doing any running or training at all to speak of, but has done a fair number of day hikes and backpacking excursions. I was most impressed with his making it through a tough 16 mile day with a full pack on his birthday.
With that in mind, I knew he was strong enough to complete this race. It would all come down to proper pacing and fueling. If we could dial that in, the plan should work. One week before the race, we did a 1:40 test run – trying our best to mimic the race course and conditions. Things went really well, so I signed him up and dropped my earlier 50K registration down to the 25K.
Lindsey and her friend Jennifer made the trip along with us, as a start-of-summer road trip. They were 100% enjoying being out of school.
We spent Friday afternoon out at the race venue (Hartman Rocks Recreation Area) and the kids played while I got in a two hour run on a one mile loop I made up near where we were parked.
After that it was time to make preparations for the race, and get our things organized and packed. I think one of the highlights of the trip for me was the look Malcolm gave me when I handed him two band-aids and told him where they should be applied. I had to reassure him this wasn’t some sort of trail runners trick-the-new-guy sort of prank, but I was laughing so hard I don’t think I was very convincing! He totally passed on the vaseline lube advice – and was probably one step away from calling home to Mom trying to figure out what kind of freak show I had taken him to.
We had a good night’s sleep at the KOA and were lined up and ready to go for the 07:30 start. The 25k and 50k started together so it made for a large group of between 200-250 people hitting the first climb together.
Our plan was to hang out in the back, hike the climbs, jog everything else, and see how it went. We maintained contact with the group for the first two miles, then started to tail off a little bit as we settled in to our pace. No worries, I knew that as long as we stayed steady, we’d be passing people as we got closer to the finish.
I had Malcolm take two shot bloks every 20 minutes, and was encouraging him to drink at regular intervals. The weather was hot and dry, and I knew keeping the fluid intake up would be critical.
The first two hours flew by, I couldn’t believe how fast the time seemed to go. Every time I asked if he was doing ok back there, the reply was always – yup! Good. Keep this up and we just might make it. I knew things would be ok as our conversation ranged from the geology of the area we were in, to how the tint of the sunglasses we were wearing enhanced some colors in the spectrum and not others. Never a mention of being tired or wanting to slow down.
During the third hour I started increasing the pace just ever so slightly. I could tell Malcolm was feeling the 8,000′ altitude a little, but he was hanging in there.
Once we had about an hour to go I started having him lead and pushing the pace quite a bit harder. Using some of that energy we had been saving up. I could tell things were getting tough, but he kept pushing the best that he could. The approach to the finish is tough – lots of little grinder climbs thrown at you when you are expecting a nice downhill cruise.
Before the race, I had told him we would shoot for a finish time of under four hours. At the 3:40 mark it was time to really crank up the effort and get this thing done. The energy we had been saving in reserve had all been spent over the previous hour, and I told Malcolm now was the time to pull out the credit card and go into debt for a while.
Pour it on! It was a little eerie watching him run from a distance. I thought I was watching myself!
In most of our runs together, he tends to hold out on me – dogging along during the run and then busting out a huge finishing kick that I can barely hold onto. This time I was cracking the whip trying to get that kick to surface much sooner – I knew our time would be very close to four hours and wanted to see if we could make it. Not that it matters one bit in the grand scheme of things, but it sure is fun to shoot for a target like that.
He was hurting, but keeping on pace. Finally, the finishing kick was summoned as he dropped it down a gear and motored across the line. 3:59:37! Ha! 23 seconds to spare…. I’ll be smiling about that finish for a good long time.
This is a great race on a great course. I’ll keep coming back as long as I’m able. We had a super time sharing that experience together and hopefully I’ve sparked a little bit of interest for the future. If anything, Malcolm came away with a very positive experience and a huge confidence boost. I was very proud of how well he did and can’t wait to do it again.







