August 24, 2012

Random Shots of Beauty (Leadville Edition)

“And I wonder … If everything could ever feel this real forever -

If anything could ever be this good again … “
-      Foo Fighters, “Everlong” (video after post)

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I’m not sure what I was thinking, but clearly I must have slipped into one of my idiot moments.

I thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to run 100 miles across the sky, fly back to town the next day, jump right back into the school and work routine, and plunk out a race report by the end of the week.  I managed to click those first few things off the list, but when it came to the race report … not so much.

I’m still awfully tired, I guess.  OK - make that undoubtedly.  However, there’s something larger at play in my lethargy as well.  Part of me is still processing the whole experience, partially in disbelief that everything went as well as I could have hoped for.  There’s also a fair amount of ennui over the fact that last weekend will most likely be the pinnacle of my running career – and with each passing day that goes by, the memories will be less vivid, and the emotions will fade and feel a little less real.  And when I finally write the race report, the whole episode will be officially and permanently in my rearview mirror, which makes me more than a little sad.

(Remember how I've mentioned that I can find the down side of anything?  And you thought I was kidding.)

So while I’m working through this ridiculous bout of sturm und drang over my Leadville report, here’s an advance Random Shot of Beauty from the course - click to enlarge for the full effect:


An abandoned ranch shack as seen at approximately mile 25, in the shadow of Mount Elbert (center background) and Mount Massive (at right), otherwise known as the two highest peaks in Colorado.  This one actually didn’t make the final cut for the race report, so perhaps it’s good that I’ve become such a writing slacker this week.

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And I suppose it’s fitting that one of my all-time greatest running experiences should be paired with one of my all-time favorite rock songs; one true classic to go with another.

Foo Fighters, “Everlong” (Live on Letterman - click to play):



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August 21, 2012

Food for My Belly ... and Fuel for the Party

Admin note: a quick post tonight that will serve as a place holder while I’m plunking out what’s turning into a seemingly Homeric Leadville 100 report.  When it comes to writing, brevity has never been my strength; hopefully this post will be an exception.

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It’s not much of a secret around here that my favorite sponsors are CLIF Bar and Soft Star Shoes by a long margin.  And while a lot of it is attributable to the fact that they make outstanding products which suit my needs extraordinarily well, there’s also an element of caring that registers even more profoundly in this desensitized modern age.

Case in point are a couple of deliveries I received last week, both of which had a direct impact on my Leadville race.



The first was from CLIF, who sent me on my way with a box of Shot gels and Bloks that I stashed in my drop bags for race day.  (I also spent two days before the race noshing on Mojo bars to avoid any unhealthy food cravings - very effective.)  The Bloks in particular helped turn my race around when I was battling some nausea issues; immediately after getting sick in the middle of the night, all I could do was to suck on a single Blok until it was soggy enough to slide uncontested down my throat.  A short while later, after gaining some momentum back, I nibbled down a couple more, and shortly before dawn I finished the pack and kept plugging along.  Some cookies also played a role in this story, but for that you’ll have to wait for the race report.



Without question, the best gift I received was from Soft Star, who sent this care package to my room in Vail two nights before the race, along with a card that was hand-signed by all of the Elves.  The box held a pair of race-ready mocs in case I needed a spare, which I turned out not to; I wore the same pair through day and night and hot and cold and wet and dry, but it was reassuring to know I had another pair in my drop bag if necessary.

What caught my attention more, of course, were the other goodies inside: some strawberry chutney from Corvallis (home of Soft Star, of course), as well as some items that tested my willpower before I even stepped to the start line.  Wine and gourmet chocolates aren’t exactly the best food for tapering, but they sure come in handy when it’s time to celebrate after the race.  

My only regret was that I didn’t have any Elves around in person to share them with.  Obviously I need to go run an ultra in Oregon sometime.



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August 19, 2012

Leadville in RunAmocs


Mission accomplished at Leadville!  I finished the race in 28 hours and 33 minutes. 


So apparently it probably helps to do some altitude training for this race; Hope Pass absolutely kicked my butt – twice – but otherwise there were no major crises, and the event was completely awesome.  Full details to follow in the next week or so.

You may recall a photo like the one above after last year’s Tahoe Rim Trail 100; the difference is that this time around the moccasins of choice were RunAmoc Dash Lites, which have probably overtaken the Original Lites as my moc of choice for ultras.  I may go into details at some point, but for now all I’m looking to do is hit the bed for a nice long nap.

On that note, since I’m a little goofy from about 40 hours without sleep, here’s a picture of me and a llama at the aforementioned Hope Pass:


And if you’re wondering – yes, the llama will make the race report, too.

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August 17, 2012

Dateline: Leadville

It’s one thing to read about Leadville and prepare for Leadville … but it’s an entirely different feeling to actually arrive in Leadville.

Once you’re here, there isn’t anything else you can do other than to soak in the charm of the town – and in my case, there’s nothing I can really say that I haven’t analyzed to death here already.  So I’ll just share some photos and leave you with information on how to track the race if you’re extremely bored this weekend.


If you ever wonder why Leadville is often described as a one-street town … here you go.  


A view from Harrison Street (the main drag pictured previously) looking down 6th Street, which is the first and last mile of the race.  I couldn’t help but notice that it’s almost all downhill on the way out.  Which means … nevermind.  I don’t want to think about it.


If you’re looking for the Best Wild West Saloon in America, look no further.


Apparently while Leadville’s men are getting rowdy in the saloon, its women are out climbing mountains in Sunday dresses.  Or something like that.


Look closely at the crowd hanging outside the pre-race meeting hall: Hey, is that Anton Krupicka?  I never know what to do when I see people I admire: take their picture from afar like some crazed stalker, or actually go up and say hi.


In this case, I did both.  I’m glad I did, because Anton’s super cool.  I hope he crushes this race tomorrow.

As for me, I’m just hoping to stay ahead of cutoffs and make it back to 6th and Harrison within 30 hours.  Since I'm not one of the leaders, it may be difficult to track my progress, as the Leadville site doesn't have any resource posted as of tonight. The best overall coverage will be on Bryon Powell's iRunFar website, but I'm not sure what kind of updates he'll have on mid-to-back of pack runners.  If you need it, my bib number is #313; it’s a palindrome, which the check-in guy told me was good luck – then again, he may have just been trying to distract me from the fact that it has a thirteen in it.   

But seriously, find something better to do with your weekend than staring at a computer screen checking up on me.  I’ll post a result here as soon as possible after the race, so come on back Sunday night sometime to find out if I made it.

With that, there’s nothing left for me to say – and nothing left to do but to do it.  It’s finally go time at Leadville.


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August 15, 2012

From Sea to Sky


“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”
-       Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

“You are better than you think you are, and you can do more than you think you can.”
-       Ken Chlouber, Leadville 100 founder


Thursday morning, I’ll wake up very close to here:

That would be the Monterey Bay, elevation zero.  It won’t look exactly like that, because when I’m racing by to make my 5:30AM flight, it’s bound to be pretty much dark.  But you get the idea.

Thursday evening, I’ll go to sleep in the vicinity of here:

The mountains surrounding Vail, Colorado, elevation 8,150 feet.  I guess you can say I’m moving on up.

While Vail may be a lofty elevation to a beachcomber like me, do you know what residents of Leadville call it?  “The Lowlands.”  At least, I’m presuming they would, since the town of Leadville sits at 10,100’, making it the highest incorporated town in North America.

These numbers may seem like mere geographic curiosities, unless you happen to be in town for a 100-mile run.  And if you haven’t done any elevation training at all in your preparation for the race, those numbers just might terrify you.

So that’s where faith and trust come in.

Strategically, showing up in Leadville two days before the race doesn’t appear to make any sense - but logistically, it was the best I could do.  And there’s a chance that it may not be quite as foolish as it sounds: from an exercise physiology standpoint, it takes at least 2 weeks for the body to make cardiovascular adaptations to high altitude.  During those two weeks, your body is making hundreds of thousands of changes on a cellular level, and the transition period can limit maximal aerobic output, thereby causing athletic performance to suffer.

Accordingly, if you can’t be in the thin air for 2 weeks or more, your next best option may be to just show up as close to the race as possible in your best shape possible, and limit your expectations while hoping that your body can function sufficiently well on 50% of the oxygen it's accustomed to processing.  Modern technology can remedy this somewhat, and I have to say that I was very tempted when I received a product review offer from an altitude simulator company to use their equipment prior to running at Leadville.  Ultimately, I turned it down – in no small part because I’m curious to see how the proposition of going from sea to sky might turn out.

Taken altogether, the numbers are kind of scary: 100 miles between 10,000 and 12,600’, especially when my training at sea level hasn’t been nearly what I’d like.  Some people have reassured me that altitude is just a number – but then again, that's the same thing some people say about age, and there’s a reason you don’t see any 90-year-olds running 100-milers.  Beyond a certain point - there's no way to tell precisely where, and it differs for everyone - the numbers become insurmountable; the same concept holds true for altitude as well as age.  The best I can hope is that my insurmountable altitude number lies somewhere north of 12-6.  (I think I'm still safe on the age front, for a few more years at least.)

12,600' Hope Pass; photo from Leadville 100 website 

Despite the numbers and my underlying anxiety about them, I do feel reasonably confident in my ability to finish at Leadville, for reasons that make no rational sense: the faith and trust I mentioned earlier.  I have faith that there’s a rewarding, remarkable experience in store for me in the Rocky Mountains, and I truly believe Ken Chlouber’s race creed.  Amazing, crazy, and incredible things happen over the course of a 100-miler; truthfully, the entire prospect of such an event defies logical explanation, so there’s no sense in trying to contemplate these things in a reasonable manner anyhow.

I’ll slap up one final post up here sometime on Friday once I learn my race number, with a link to the race webcast for anyone who’s interested in following along.  Until then, it’s time for me to fly.

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August 12, 2012

One Minute of Greatness

With the Leadville 100 now less than one week away, I find myself somewhat paralyzed when it comes to stringing words together coherently to resemble anything remotely sensible.  If all goes well, I’ll plunk out one more post before heading to Colorado later this week.


Instead of writing, I’ve spent the better part of my time over the past couple of weeks looking for inspiration.  Obviously, the Olympics have been very timely in that regard, as it’s hard to watch athletes accomplishing their dreams – especially in extraordinary circumstances like Oscar Pistorius - without feeling that absolutely anything is possible. 

I’ve also found myself curiously drawn to one 60-second commercial that’s part of the “Find Your Greatness” campaign recently launched by Nike.  It celebrates not the Olympians – although it uses the London theme rather brilliantly throughout the piece - but everyday athletes looking to push their own boundaries.  It finishes with the profession that greatness isn’t reserved for a select few on the world’s grandest stages, but rather that “Greatness is wherever somebody is trying to find it.”

I’ll certainly be looking for it in the Rocky Mountains about six days from now … and I can only hope that a little bit will be there for me to find.

“Find Your Greatness – London 2012” by Nike (click to play):


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August 9, 2012

Running on Faith; Every Body Welcome

Before today’s official post, a few odds and ends that are somewhat related to recent subjects around here, and that will potentially keep you reading for a very long time.


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In my last post I described how running has become an increasingly spiritual activity for me over the past several years.  Coincidentally, last month the New York Times published a feature length article about U.S. Olympic marathoner Ryan Hall – among other things, it details how he uses Biblical tenets to guide his training program, how he feels more connected to God through his workouts, and how he uses his considerable talent as a platform to demonstrate his faith to others.  Even if you’re not the religious type, it’s a fascinating depiction of the mindset of one of America’s best marathoners. 

Ryan Hall; photo from New York Times

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If I told you that Malcolm Gladwell wrote a piece about distance running that is framed around an extended profile of Alberto Salazar, would you be interested?  And if the piece also included Gladwell’s remembrance of his own distance running days, or details about how Salazar’s faith influenced his training regimen (are you sensing a theme here?), would that pique your interest further?  And finally, how about if the piece were called “Slackers”?

Alberto Salazar; photo from The New Yorker

I may have mentioned once or twice before that I’m a stark raving Gladwell fan – not to mention an almost religiously-dedicated slacker – so needless to say, this New Yorker piece doesn’t do anything to dissuade me of that opinion.  Do yourself a favor and check it out; my own mediocre scribbling will be here when you get back.

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One more item on the subject: lest you think that either Ryan Hall, Malcolm Gladwell, or I were the first people to delve into the communion of running and spirituality, check out this Amazon.com page of books on the topic.  Most curiously of all on that list is a book called Running Barefoot, which, based on the synopsis, has absolutely nothing to do specifically with either running or being barefoot.  I suppose sometimes the ways of the spirit are quite convoluted.

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My offering for today was inspired by watching the Olympics: more specifically, the large degree that one’s physical stature predisposes him or her to excellence in certain sports – with the curious exception of running.  I’ve always bought into the conventional notion that I was too tall to be an elite runner, but when I started paying attention to the stats on some world class runners, the numbers revealed a different story - one which is told in the Monterey Herald piece which follows below.

As an entertaining aside, if you want to see what Olympic sport your own body is best suited for, take a look at this Olympic Body Type Match site created by the BBC.  Although it’s a cool little game, I kind of regret that I did it myself; when I plugged in my height and weight, the closest match it could find for me was a Turkish Greco-Roman wrestler.  That’s not exactly the comparison that a guy who’s getting ready to run 100 miles is looking to hear - but at this point there’s really nothing I can do about it, so this is just another one of those things I have to learn to let go.



Running Life 8/9/12                                           “Every Body Welcome”

A frequently-played VISA spot during this year’s Olympic Games features world-class pole vaulter Yelena Isinbayeva; it describes how she “grew up dreaming of hearing the roar of the crowd as a gymnast … but she grew too tall.”

Apparently once Isinbayeva crested 5 feet, her chances of becoming an Olympic gymnast became rather slim.  Indeed, female all-around champion Gabby Douglas stands a mere 4’11” – and she’s actually tall in comparison to the 4’9” average height of the Chinese women’s team.

Chinese women (girls?) in 2008; photo from Reuters

Other sports are exclusive on the opposite extreme.  Imagine being a swimmer trying to reach the wall ahead of 6’1” Missy Franklin or Michael Phelps’s 6’7” wingspan.  Basketball players, volleyball players, rowers, and countless other sports filter out hopeful participants through prohibitive size and strength requirements.

And then there’s distance running, which is pretty much open to anyone who wants to try it.

This may sound odd at first, as conventional wisdom usually holds that runners should be small and skinny, but a closer look at world class athletes tells a different story.  Just like recreational plodders, elite runners come in a wide variety of heights, and it’s unlikely that someone’s stature should ever disqualify him or her from competing.

Consider female marathoners.  In the 2000’s the sport was dominated by Kenyan Tegla Loroupe, who stands barely five feet tall and might weigh 90 pounds dripping wet.  However, Loroupe isn’t the world record holder; that honor goes to 5’8” Paula Radcliffe, an indomitable force who represented Great Britain at four Olympic Games.

Paula Radcliffe; photo from The Guardian

The men’s marathon record is held by 5’5” Patrick Makau, but for many years it was the property of 6’ Paul Tergat.  The record books of most major marathons will show an even wider range: the shortest champion in the 116-year history of the Boston Marathon is 5’1” Yun Bok Soh of South Korea, who is more than a full foot shorter than the tallest winner, 6’3” Kenyan Robert Cheruiyot, who won the race four times in the last decade.

Last weekend’s men’s 10K gold and silver medals weren’t won by tiny African runners, but by 5’9” Mo Farah of England and 5’11” American Galen Rupp.  As impressive as Rupp is, he only recently became the US 10K record holder; until last year it belonged to 6’1” Chris Solinsky, whose best 5K time is slower than 6’3” Craig “Buster” Mottram of Australia.  And if Buster ever lined up against America’s best 1500m runners, he’d be two inches shorter than 6’5” Andrew Wheating.  Incidentally, one of Wheating’s 1500m teammates in London is 5’5” Leo Manzano.  Do you still think height makes a difference for speed?

Andrew Wheating, Matt Centrowitz, and Leo Manzano; photo from Runner's World

Even over extreme distances, smaller isn’t necessarily better.  One of the brightest talents in ultrarunning is 5’7” Kilian Jornet, but his accomplishments pale in comparison to 6’3” Scott Jurek, who won the brutal Western States 100-Mile Endurance Run a record seven times.

Granted, many world-class distance runners are remarkably skinny: Buster Mottram carries only 160 pounds on his 6’3” frame, and Cheruiyot is even more slender at 150lbs.  Galen Rupp looks like he might snap in half if you hug him forcefully.  However, this is one of those chicken-and-egg scenarios that’s difficult to quantify.  Are they elite runners because they are naturally skinny, or are they skinny because of all the miles they’ve logged to become elite runners?

The answer isn’t that important; what’s more critical to realize is that there’s virtually no body type that’s unsuitable for running.  In other words, don’t worry about what you look like – just get out there and do it!



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