tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49423660647169177022024-03-13T09:14:55.353-07:00Ultrarunning ER DocIt's hard to blog when I'd rather be running-- far and long....Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-83665267976728276432016-03-22T17:47:00.001-07:002016-03-22T21:03:39.558-07:00Return to the Ordnance 100k, 2nd running<b>Ordnance 100k by Inside Trail</b><br />
Saturday January 31, 2015<br />
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Like last year, I worked a 6 am shift in the emergency department, then drove through bad Friday afternoon traffic for hours to get close to the race. Other than that, there were many differences from the inaugural race the year before:<br />
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<b>lodging: </b><br />
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2014<br />
stayed in a cheap motel in Salinas-- Scary! I signed the credit card receipt for my room through one of those bullet proof windows. Some of the other hotel guests hanging out in the outside hallways seemed a little sketchy. Perhaps I look too law-abiding-- no propositions from prostitutes, pimps or drug dealers.<br />
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2015<br />
stayed in a cheap motel in Monterrey-- less scary, the hotel clerk and I were in the same room when I checked in. This maybe made up for waking up Friday morning at 2 am and not getting back to sleep.<br />
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<b>getting to the start:</b><br />
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2014<br />
I had no idea where I was going and despite lots of signs leading to the start, second guessed myself several times. I barely made it to the start on time.<br />
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2015<br />
I had a better idea where I was going and despite lots of signs leading to the start, still got a little off track.<br />
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<b>Michael Jimenez:</b><br />
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2014<br />
Michael Jimenez (local resident who designed the course) left me behind really early.<br />
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2015<br />
Michael Jimenez left me behind a little later in the race. But only after a bunch of mostly female, appropriately minimally clad, local community college cross country team members cheered us on. No photo unfortunately. It was a course highlight.<br />
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<b>social interactions during the race: </b><br />
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2014<br />
I ran off and on with several people<br />
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2015<br />
I ran almost the whole course with this guy. <br />
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It was his first shot at the distance, and his first 50 mile run last year didn't got too well at the end. So Yuch, as he calls himself was trying to pace himself intelligently. He is also very intelligent, being an polysci* prof.<br />
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*not to be confused with "scifi"<br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;">Daniel Kono's UC Davis web page</span><br />
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Lots of interesting stuff, but all my stiffened brain now can really understand is pee and poo and blood and snot and various orifices in the body, and the diferent ways people try to die in front of you, so won't try to describe any of the fascinating topics that went straight over my head. I'm sure my questions were boring and dumb. Daniel was very nice though. He told me something like, "Well at least what you do is practical-- like you are actually really helping them right there."<br />
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Anyway, in case you find yourself running hours with this guy, you might want to do you homework ahead of time. Links to some abstracts of his many articles. Don't sound clueless for the Kono!<br />
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<span style="cursor: pointer; font-size: small; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.researchgate.net/publication/228932509_Buying_National_Preferential_Trade_Agreements_and_Public_Procurement" target="_blank">Buying National: Preferential Trade Agreements and Public Procurement</a></span></h5>
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<a href="http://www.researchgate.net/publication/258180521_The_Uses_and_Abuses_of_Foreign_Aid_Development_Aid_and_Military_Spending" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Uses and Abuses of Foreign Aid Development Aid and Military Spending</b></span></a></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/Insuring%20Free%20Trade:%20Unemployment%20Insurance%20and%20Trade%20Policy" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;">Insuring Free Trade: Unemployment Insurance and Trade Policy</span></a></h1>
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After the last aid station, he decided he didn't have to hold back (there was no trade agreement that we hold hands until the finish line) and he took off up the hill.<br />
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<b>how I did: </b><br />
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2014<br />
time: 12:46:45, 10th overall<br />
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2015<br />
time: 10:48:06, 7th overall<br />
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<b>weather during and after: </b><br />
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2014<br />
Was warmer during the race, and cold and windy (and dark) afterward. Volunteers were huddling under blankets. I didn't want to hang out too long. No pics. Too dark anyway.<br />
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2015<br />
Maybe less warm during the race, and not so cold afterward (and the sun still up), so I hung out and took some photos:<br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;">public photo album on Facebook</span><br />
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Race not done! I did have to figure out how to get out of the place when I found the gate closed:<br />
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GPS recordings:<br />
<a href="https://www.strava.com/activities/248845991" target="_blank">on Strava</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/687205151" target="_blank">on Garmin Connect</a> (has aid station splits)<br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;">results</span><br />
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<a href="http://insidetrail.com/calendar/ordnance-100k/" target="_blank">race website</a>Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-35505359878262973522015-07-30T20:20:00.002-07:002016-03-22T21:04:24.669-07:00Hey, they tried... (my first and maybe last UltraRunnerPodcast interview)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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During <a href="http://ultrarunnerpodcast.com/mark-tanaka-interview/" target="_blank">my interview on UltraRunnerPodcast</a> yesterday (that aired today), I was reminded that I haven't posted on my blog here for quite a while. Kind of like the projected<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><a href="http://www.motherjones.com/environment/2015/07/sorry-california-el-nino-wont-save-you-drought" target="_blank"><span style="color: #660099; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="cursor: pointer; white-space: nowrap;">El Niño</span></span> this winter and the California drought</a>, even if I blog ten race reports in the next month, I'll still be hopelessly behind on telling all the goofy stories worth telling (if not reading about). Despite the futility of it all, I thought I should at least make a little post about the interview.<br />
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It reminded me of a typical ultrarunning race:<br />
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1. Several times I failed to answer the question (...which is sort of like coming into an aid station thinking "I must apply more lube to my crotch....I must apply more lube to my crotch...." Some friends say hi, take a few pics, good stuff to eat, but I'm offered this quesadilla which I don't really want but it kind of looks good even with the flies buzzing around it, and then I almost forget my bottle, and then decided I should have cool water teeming with bacteria squeezed onto my head cause it feels soooo good. And I leave without having applied lube to my crotch....)<br />
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2. I went off on all these tangents, that led nowhere (...which is like getting off course and then you have to find your way back-- bonus!)<br />
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3. I answered many questions badly, especially the ones I should have anticipated, like the ER doc questions, especially the grossest thing I've seen one, which we emergency physicians get all the fricking time, so I should've had a pithier, funnier answer (...which is like coming to a race that I've already run, completely clueless and unprepared, having no idea how far between two aid stations, and then bonking due my preventable ignorance....)<br />
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4. Eventually, though, we got there, and as messily and inefficiently and it went, it was still fun! (... = I got my damn buckle, oh yeah, it was all so worth it!)<br />
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My worst gaffe though, was when Sarah kept tried to cue me to say how awesome my wife is for letting me run these races, and to thank her publicly on the web-- I totally blew it!<br />
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Honey, thanks so much, love you lots!!!<br />
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Thanks, Sarah and Eric, good times!<br />
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<a href="http://ultrarunnerpodcast.com/mark-tanaka-interview/">http://ultrarunnerpodcast.com/mark-tanaka-interview/</a>Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-72925026062523556732015-02-04T13:59:00.002-08:002015-02-04T14:11:01.966-08:00The Inaugural Ordnance 100k (2014) by Inside TrailOrdnance 100k by <a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/" target="_blank">Inside Trail Racing</a><br />
Saturday 1 February 2014<br />
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There was no way I was going to leave my house before 3 am to make it to the 5 am start, so I drove the evening before the race, hitting several spots of low traffic. I booked the cheapest hotel I could find in Salinas, because being a physician does not justify my splurging on accommodations I need when sleeping alone for my selfish hobby.. I checked in through a window I guess for security. I slept on not the most comfortable bed, but no bug bites.<br />
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Aside note: the last time I stayed in Salinas, was in during medical school while doing my family medicine rotation at the public hospital in Salinas. I slept barrack/camp style in a trailer with several other students.<br />
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As a 2nd aside note: Once a week during the month long rotation, I drove down to work a day with a family practitioner in King City, an hour to the south. This recent very disturbing and scary news of discriminatory abuse of power by the King City police department just came out. <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 42px;"><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/california-town-shaken-police-officers-arrested-235107533.html" target="_blank">"California town shaken as police officers arrested</a>." </span><br />
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I thought I would get to the start by quarter til, but the address on the website just got me to the entrance to the <a href="http://www.co.monterey.ca.us/parks/lagunaseca.html" target="_blank">Laguna Seca Recreation Area</a>. The start was a confusing couple of miles up a twisting road (unlike a headlamp, you can't move your head to shine car headlights to the side to look for signs). I barely made it to the start!<br />
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I looked at the course map and the turn-by-turn instructions before the race, but when we started running that twisting pink loop section at the top of the map in the dark, it was a bit confusing, even with great course markings. As the sun came up, I started passing much slower runners. I asked it they had started early; none had, and a couple told me I must have made a wrong turn and done an extra loop.<br />
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This was a bit disheartening, but when I finally got back to the Sandstone Ridge aid station (the 2nd of 3 consecutive visits; we hit this at miles 4.6, 13.4, and 19.9), Will Gotthardt asked my mileage, and told me I I had rrun the course correctly, in contrast to a bunch of people, who had inadvertently cut the course. On the next split, eventual winner Lon Freeman zoomed past me after making up the correct loop, for a total bonus of several miles.<br />
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Speaking of Will, I hadn't seen him in forever. He looked great, back after an injury that kept him out for 9 months through 2012. No photo of Will. He gets really upset when I post photos of him here. So much so that I once suspected he was an escaped prisoner.<br />
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I ran a little early with this guy, who lives in the area, and designed the course. My bowels started bothering me, and I had to stop at the side of the trail to do some business and never caught up with Michael. Michael said he had his own GI issues too.<br />
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marked the first 20 something miles of the course<br />
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After descending a single track after the pink loop, I emerged onto a fire road with a large horde of runners doing shorter races (as short as 10k), and not quite sure if I was going in the right direction, since I had no idea if these shorter races were going in the same direction as the 100k course. Fortunately yes.<br />
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At the next aid station, Creekside (miles 29.0 and 49.6), was Trevor Nederlof, who recruited at least one person, local TV news reporter <a href="http://www.biaroldan.com/" target="_blank">Biaritz Roldan</a>, to help out. (She got a job somewhere in the southeast, and so broke up.) </div>
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You may have seen her on the news.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: left;">We go so very lucky with the weather. It was a sunny, but not too hot, gorgeous day. Great for running. Then the next day (Sunday) it rained all day. We need rain. Great timing!</span></div>
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10th overall and 3rd in division, but only 25 finishers</div>
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-28348234188335991632014-05-13T15:50:00.002-07:002014-05-13T16:07:08.820-07:00Get Me to the Church On Time -- Not So Quick at My 5th Quicksilver 50 mile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<b>Get Me to the Church On Time -- Not So Quick at the 30th Anniversary Quicksilver 50 Mile</b></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I realized that it was unlikely that I was going to come close to my fastest previous times on this course:</span></div>
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<li>7:17 in 2007,</li>
<li>7:22 in 2008 <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/saving-sacrificial-calf-exceeding-my.html" target="_blank">(race report)</a>, or even</li>
<li>7:38 in 2006. More realistic was something like </li>
<li>7:51 in 2006 or </li>
<li>7:58 in 2009 <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/09/underestimating-recovery-time-my-anti.html" target="_blank">(race report)</a>. </li>
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Hell, I really didn't care if I finished in more than 8 hours for the first time. <b>My only goal was to make it to my older son's piano recital.</b> <b> The teacher had actually moved the starting time back an hour by my request. I knew I could be cutting it close....</b></div>
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This year it was fairly hot-- making everyone's times relatively slow.</div>
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But I finished WAY over 8, in 8:48:40 -- 1 1/2 hours slower than by personal best.</div>
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I had no idea this would be the last time running this race, since the next year the 50 mile distance would be replaced by the more hair-on-chest-producing 100k distance.</div>
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During the last several miles, I thought I could console myself with a top ten finish, but in the final descent, stiff legs (rather than being short of breath, or too fatigued) prevented me from trying to match the surge by Greg Bruso of Santa Rosa, whom I met for the first time at the Inside Trail Marin Ultra Challenge 50 Miler the previous year (when I beat him). He passed me with with less than a mile to go during the final descent, and there was not way I could mount a counter-attack against his 13-years less aged body. Nothing to do with aerobic capacity, but just my joints can't take the pounding. This is what happens when you get older.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Greg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Chau Pham, 50k finisher</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">with winner Chikara Omine, 6:16:54</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">despite the heat, he was only 73 seconds behind his own PR and the race's 2nd fastest time ever</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ran into Darlene, childhood friend of my ex-girlfriend <br />
when I was living in San Francisco, pre- and early med school<br />
she is now a dentist<br />
wanted to talk more, but had to keep moving</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">got my schwag from race director and Quicksilver teammate Pierre Couteau, here with one of his daughters</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Wang on the right, keeps finishing closer to me each year<br />
this time he was less than a minute behind</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">schwag, including my Bear II drop bag, special Quicksilver 50 30th edition, by <a href="http://victorysportdesign.com/" target="_blank">Victory Sportdesign</a><br />
All ultrarunners should get themselves at least one of these.<br />
no shirt<br />
one of the best schwag packages ever</td></tr>
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Since I was parked maybe half a mile away from the start finish area, Allen Lucas' offer to drive me to my car, was life saving.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me and Allen, almost a year later<br />
with my family I randomly ran into him wit his wife and friends<br />
at <a href="http://www.openspace.org/preserves/pr_ecdm.asp" target="_blank">El Corte de Madera Creek Open Space Preserve</a></td></tr>
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I ran into two stretches of really slow traffic on the way to the recital at my son's piano teacher's church in San Lorenzo-- while I my bladder filled up and almost exploded. (I'm an ER doc, lissen-to-me, not an urban myth, yes, this happens! ...) I missed the inconspicuous turn into the parking lot hidden in the back, and had to stop at a discount grocery store down the street, peed onto a tree in the back, before finding my way back.<br />
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My son's teacher had held up his performance and had several students go ahead of him. Finally I arrived, still covered in sweat, salt and the fragrance of a hot ultra race.<br />
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The best part was the teacher giving a post-performance speech, in which she gushed about my running 50 miles that morning, how amazing this was, and about my being such a dedicated father to try to make sure I could make the performance.<br />
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I was, uh, taken aback.<br />
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My wife meanwhile almost threw up!<br />
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<a href="http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=17875" target="_blank">results</a><br />
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-48970957091320023052014-04-01T20:58:00.000-07:002014-04-01T21:06:34.274-07:00Zion 100 Mile, Revised<b>Zion 100 Mile</b><br />
<b>Friday-Saturday, April 19-20, 2013</b><br />
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The course was revamped by RD Matt Gunn, who had always demonstrated a commitment to making this race the best possible. Lots of changes, all for the better, if not for the easier. Having run both the previous inaugural year (2012) and this year (2013), I think the new course better showcased the beautiful scenery next to Zion National Park. <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-inaugural-zion-100-mile.html" target="_blank">my 2012 race report</a><br />
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<b>I was undertrained for this race.</b> Here is my litany of whiny reasons why I was under-trained (that you may skip to the next bold font section):<br />
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I paced the Oakland Marathon 2 weekends before. I would have done 3:20 or 3:30, as I had done previously, but my friend was aiming to run 3:40, so I decided to lead that pace group. My friend ended up qualifying for Boston, but the run was hardly a workout for me (I was barely breathing faster than normal, it felt like). Due to my work schedule, I could not get a good run the following week. Then I left for a vacation in Mexico. I finally got to get my runs in, but it was flat there and not the best running.<br />
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?picture of Mexico?<br />
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The day after we returned from our trip real late, I worked an 11 hour shift, somehow managing to evade exhaustion, but at 3 am awoke with leg cramping, and then the urge to defecate, following by severe cramping abdominal pain and thin liquidy diarrhea the rest of the night until my system was cleared out. I called in sick for maybe the 4th time in my career, and slept all day. Despite improving, I was too weak and tired to go running. By another day off on Friday, six days before Zion, I was determined to get a long run in. Besides wanting to exercise, I needed to assess my fitness level with the undertraining followed by illness. <br />
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I ran Chihping's Fu's inaugural Moon Eye Fat Ass, going for the longest distance of 40 miles. It took me 2-3 hours longer than it should have, but I was able to finish. The last 10-20 miles felt like the the last 10-20 miles of a 100-mile run.<br />
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?Moon Eye photo?<br />
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I didn't know if I was fully recovered over the weekend, since working overnights always makes me feel a little sick. Finally Tuesday, after a normal night's sleep, I realized I was better. Just in time.<br />
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<b>I got in really late and missed the packet pick up and the free wood fired pizza.</b><br />
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My flight out of Oakland on Thursday was scheduled for 1:30, getting into Las Vegas around 3. While working from home, I was horrified to read an email saying my flight was delayed, eventually the departure time settled at 4 pm. As it turned out, the Southwest jet was coming from somewhere in the Midwest where they were having horrific storms, causing the delay. I ended up getting in close to 6 pm, and since I was missing the included free pre-race dinner (wood-fired pizza),<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grumpy Goat pizzas, from their blog</td></tr>
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I had to stop for food and look for a hotel near race start. I got in late. I was already short of sleep, so knew I would likely get sleepy during the race.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">aerial view in Michigan two days later<br />
I guess I shouldn't complain too much about losing my free pizza and some pre-race shut-eye...</td></tr>
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The other thing I missed was picking up a baton to carry during the race, to honor the Boston Marathon bombing victims. They were delivered to them afterwards.<br />
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<b>The course was modified from the previous (first) year</b>. The part we did at the end, which I ran in the dark, we did first, so I got to enjoy some gorgeous scenery for the first time.<br />
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<span id="goog_1998596540"></span><span id="goog_1998596541"></span><b>I got to run and chat with Jennifer Benna again</b>, whom I met at <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2013/07/tahoe-rim-trail-100-mile-3-sht-happens.html" target="_blank">Tahoe Rim Trail 100 mile two years prior</a>. This time I suspect she stayed with me to make sure she didn't go out too fast early. We ran together off and on for 15-20 miles. She was no longer lactating. I got to hear she was working with her husband JB on a documentary about ultrarunning women. I think I suggested they also include an older woman to give the film some more longitudinal depth; maybe they already have their hands full. I was amused when she complained after we passed through the first aids station that her hubbie was too busy shooting footage on her, rather than helping crew her at the aid stations. JB, where were your priorities?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenn with her daughter in Barcelona (ran Transvulcania 83k) the following month</td></tr>
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Before too long, Jen got tired of my pace and went ahead, she would eventually finish almost 5 hours ahead of me in a formidable 19:01, women's champion and 5th overall. <a href="http://www.jenbenna.com/?p=702" target="_blank">Jenn's race report</a><br />
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<b>I had another crotch mishap</b><br />
This happened at Eagle Crags aid station, mile 44, different from <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2010/06/stonewalled-by-my-scrotum-at.html" target="_blank">my worst running crotch mishap</a>.<br />
This was atop a hill with a nice view, the end of an out and back three miles each way, and was not on the course the previous year<br />
It getting quite warm, I want to relube my crotch. There were two jars, one of Vaseline, and the other this fancy looking stuff. Unable to figure it out myself, I asked a volunteer is the other stuff was safe as crotch lube. He looked at it, maybe asked around, and told me it should be. So I take a large glob of it, apply it to both sides of my jewels, and proceed to the portapotty, where a useful good thing occurred, and a not so useful really bad thing was felt.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It wasn't this, but same idea. Do NOT apply to genital area.</td></tr>
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<b>How the race ended</b><br />
Last year, climbing Flying Monkey Trail at the very beginning of the race, was challenging but fun-- you sometime had to use your hands, there was one part with a hanging rope to help you get up an almost vertical rock side. This year, coming at between miles 85 and 87, and for me in the dark, it was REALLY challenging, run and at times downright scary (when I realized much of it is atop a steep cliff). I did enjoy the eerily cool ring-shaped cloud formation illuminated by the half-moon up ahead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo of the climb at the beginning of the previous year's inaugural race<br />
photo from fastcory.com</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">no monkey this year either</td></tr>
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After flattening and even descending at times, the route turned right, up a fire road. Less intellectually stimulating, and despite two caffeinated gels with 50 mg each in the preceding 15 miles, I started to get really sleepy. I swerved at times, and then finally, found myself off the side of the road, about to fall (so actually fell asleep for a couple of seconds). Oops-- falling asleep was neither advantageous for my time nor conducive to staying alive. I would later post this facebook, which my dad (who really doesn't say much about my running) would read and then scold me for (on facebook) for behaving recklessly and endangering my life. I fumbled through my pack and found a caffeine chew, as my headlamp gave more warning blinks that the batteries were running low.<br />
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My GPS read 3:55-- I recalled changing the time zone on one of the three Garmins I brought, but couldn't recall which. If this were Pacific Time, then there was no way I would make 24 hours, and I had assumed hours ago that is wasn't likely to happen.<br />
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At the aid station just past 4 am, I learned it was Rocky Mountain Time--ugh, I could make it and therefore need to inflict more pain on myself, even though there is no special sub-24 hour buckle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">but they are all hand-made and unique and quite pleasing to the eye</td></tr>
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I had to change the battery pack for my awesome <a href="http://www.petzl.com/us/outdoor/headlamps/nao" target="_blank">Petzl Nao headlamp</a>, though. The strings got tangled though, and being a new model, I knew better than to ask a volunteer to help. I thought to myself that if I missed 24 hours by 2-3 minutes, I might be irritating at myself for screwing up the headlamp maintenance.<br />
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I was quoted a 3 mile out and back. After downing two 50 mg caffeinated gels and water, I left my bottle and my pack at the aid station to save weight and took off at a relatively fast pace (by my estimate, about as fast as the leaders would have run it, it they kept a constant pace).<br />
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Even with the pack back on, I continued to pass runners. My glove came off when I opened a gate leading to the roads close to the finish. Normally I'd look to pick it up but I was in a rush as the next guy (later ID'd as Jack Carey) was catching up (I later drove back to get it). I accelerated even more, but hitting the road, couldn't see any sign, and I or the runner chasing me couldn't remember if the start/finish area was on the same or the opposite side of the street. The other guy then saw sign across the street and took off. I was sort of irritated at giving up a place so late until I realized that I was likely going to be the last person to finish under 24 hours, which always way cool, and cooler than finishing as the 2nd to last sub-24 dude. Hence, I let the other guy finish less glamorously. Sucka!<br />
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<a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AhmBF4S_i6EMdFlMbjhUOFVIZmxOOTBTY2xsX196Q0E#gid=0" target="_blank">results</a><br />
apparently the next to finish was the famous Pam Reed; I have yet to meet and chat with her<br />
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GPS recordings of my run:<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/300771202" target="_blank">miles 0-52</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/300771367" target="_blank">miles 52-77</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/300771528" target="_blank">miles 77-100</a><br />
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the ever-changing blog race old <a href="http://zion100.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">website</a><br />
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This year (2014), Matt Gunn has picked up <a href="http://footfeathers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tim Long</a> (who finished 17th) as a co-RD, and added several new races under their new company <a href="http://www.ultra-adventures.com/" target="_blank">Ultra Adventures</a>. The date for Zion has been moved up a couple of weeks to the first weekend in April...oh, I guess in a few days. Do I have to get packed really fast?Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-37543453440792210502014-03-23T04:42:00.001-07:002014-03-23T05:19:12.973-07:00Oakland Marathon pacing stint #3<b>Oakland Marathon, 3:40 Pace Group</b><br />
<b>Sunday 24 March 2013</b><br />
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<i>When I asked the new coordinator about pace-group leading this year's Oakland Marathon, she really wanted someone to lead the 3:10 pace group. I wasn't quite sure I could handle that a week after Marin Ultra Challenge 50 Mile. On top of that, I am on call for work race day, and told her there was a small chance I would have to bail. So I am not pacing this year's race. But here is my report from leading a pace group last year that I hadn't bothered to publish.</i><br />
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My friend from medical school, Berenice, an Emergency Medicine attending at Alameda County Medical Center, asked me if I was pacing the Oakland Marathon again this year.<br />
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I had emailed Melissa Ownsby, the pacing coordinator since the marathon's inaugural year in 2010, but never heard back from her. I wondered if it was because I barely made it to the start last year. As it turns out, I just had an outdated email address for her. So I came on board relatively late.<br />
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Berenice told me she might try to run 3:40-- she wasn't real sure since this was only the 2nd marathon in her life. She needed foot surgery the previous year, so had missed running for months. So not only would I help pace the 3:40 group for her, but we could carpool both the pre-race packet pickup and the race itself.<br />
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There was a themed school fundraiser the evening before, so I thought I might be stuffed with too much Mexican food and a little hungover, and so 3:40 wouldn't seem too slow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Use your <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVGINIsLnqU" target="_blank">Freedom of Choice</a>!<br />
Rest in peace, Devo Guitarist and Keyboardist, <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/devo-guitarist-bob-casale-dead-at-61-20140218" target="_blank">Bob Casale</a>.<br />
This year's theme was Hawaian-- much easier.<br />
My Devo energy domed hat took a ridiculously long amount of time to construct.</td></tr>
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I knew there would only be one sign per group, and last year's sign survived our move, despite my wife throwing it in the trash at least once. I replaced the screwed in "3:30:" laminated card with a larger, two-ply box for Trader Joes tempura. I could feel the extra drag through the whole race, and really felt the extra weight the last several miles especially.<br />
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In addition, I had a sign for my back, with my Wasp pack to stash my phone and take pics.<br />
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I think I wore my discontinued La Sportiva Skylite 2.0s-- work great on the roads.<br />
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Ultrarunner and writer/blogger <a href="http://www.therunnerstrip.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Lavender Smith</a> was in my pace group.<br />
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I thought this pacing stint would be a good chance to chat for 3 hours 40 minutes, but Sarah kept shooting ahead by a minute or so, maybe because she wanted some insurance.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah, who has been injured much of the previous year,<br />
earlier this morning<br />
about 7 1/2 hours before this year's (2014) Oakland Marathon,<br />
finishing 2nd place overall female<br />
in a nocturnal trail marathon by Pacific Coast Trail Runs</td></tr>
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I considered accelerating my pace to keep up with her, but felt obligated to stay as close to the splits on my pacing wristband, so that people having a harder time to keep pace could always see my sign and would not become too frustrated or run too fast. But it wasn't like I was lonely, and I could concentrate more on taking pics.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Berenice is near the center of the pic, just right of the road lines.</td></tr>
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My chip time was 3:39:44, my clock time (what I was going by, since I didn't record how long after the start I cross the start line mat) was 3:39:56, and 130th place overall. Sarah, meanwhile, could grab an age-group award finishing a minute ahead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check this out! (not the Raiderettes, but my clock time-- precision!)<br />
By the way, the NFL's nonprofit status is total BS.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-align: left;">NFL commissioner Roger Goodell made </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-align: left;">$44.2M</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-align: left;"> in 2012.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Meanwhile the cheerleaders are getting pissed off!</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Is the middle cheerleader plaintiff #2? (click link)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.sfgate.com/raiders/article/2nd-Raiderette-joins-suit-over-wages-expenses-5203869.php" target="_blank">2nd Raiderette joins suit over wages, expenses</a></span></h4>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I ran into several ultrarunning friends also pacing post-race<br />
Raveev Patel, Keith Blom, Melissa and I<br />
I didn't feel exploited (free entry, free training run), but I'm imagining it was a lot of work for Melissa</td></tr>
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Berenice caught up with me past the finish line. Her family showed up, and we headed toward the beer tent, where I got separated from her. After a massage in the tent, I still couldn't find her, and the crowds really made me appreciate the more laid back and friendly atmosphere of ultra finish areas (where at least in the Bay Area I know a lot of people). But luckily for my 3:30 sign, they spotted me.<br />
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Berenice qualified for Boston and is registered this year's (2014) race!<br />
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/288502122" target="_blank">GPS recorded run</a><br />
<a href="https://corrigan.raceit.com/results/default.aspx?event=13579&r=4793" target="_blank">results</a><br />
<a href="http://www.oaklandmarathon.com/site10.aspx" target="_blank">official Oakland Running Festival website</a>dMark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-60739896313974176832014-03-18T12:12:00.001-07:002014-03-18T16:04:02.028-07:00Marin Ultra Challenge 50 Mile-- 2nd edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<b>Saturday 22 June 2013</b></div>
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Race morning I woke up before 3 am, couldn't get back to sleep. I had been sleeping poorly the previous three nights. If this were a 100 miler, I would be screwed, but being "only" 50, I figured I could once again caffeinate my way through it.<br />
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The portalets were way far from the start area, this year moved from Rodeo Beach to Fort Baker closer to the Golden Gate Bridge. I actually drove my car closer to the toilets avoid a pre-race partial mile bonus. As often happens, I missed the pre-race talk.<br />
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I had printed up the race map beforehand and the turn by turn directions, but since the printer I used lack color, the map and therefore the directions made no sense. The course had to be changed from last year's. Although RD Tim Stahler had procured the race permits long before, the State Park officials revoked them, due to some fundraising event that came up (and didn't actually overlap the race geographically). So the race was limited to the Golden Gate National Recreation Area trails-- no Muir Woods, Mount Tam or Stinson Beach, and there was more winding of the course back onto itself. We would run the Coastal Trail through Pirate's Cove twice. I had initially been a little disappointed in the course change, but I couldn't say the repetition was boring-- the scenery was still awesome, and there were several sections of trail I had never run before.<br />
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In fact, the beginning of the race going to Rodeo Beach used a single track trail, Rodeo Valley Trail, that I had never been on before. This was fun, but there was a lot of poison oak and the trail wasn't trimmed. Even if I had thought of applying Tecnu post-race, it probably was too late. Many of us would be quite itchy for the next couple of weeks. I made a mental note to offer to trim this for a future trail work requirement, but Mount Tam would come back in next year's race.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">can't remember where this was but I like it, even my gaiters<br />
photo by yiles Smythe, Michigan Bluff Photography</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">about to descend Coastal Trail to Pirates Cove, I think the first of two times<br />
Repeating a loop with this trail is far from monotonous torture.<br />
My gaiters match the blue of the water...<br />
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This caused some confusion and angst at times, as in a few places, I was seeing too many pink and orange ribbons. Again, I was in the bathroom during the pre-race meeting. I was never confused about eating.<br />
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I got to run with Trace Bee, from SoCal again. I had run with her 1 1/2 to 2 of the 6+ 15-mile loops at Javelina Jundred the previous (2012) November before she left me behind. I then had felt pleased to be so useful -- after Jenn Shelton dropped that race early, Trace was going to win that race decisively. However, her shoes were too tight, so she developed bad blisters and would end up dropping around mile 90. <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2013/10/javelina-jundred.html" target="_blank">link to my Javelina report</a> Today, she was looking great, and her shoes fit properly.<br />
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So this year, it was satisfying to help her run a smart race (hanging back with middle-aged me) off and on for 35 miles. Usually I went ahead on the uphills and then she would catch me on the downhills (sort of). After leaving Muir Beach aid station the last time (about mile 39) ahead of me, she kicked into a higher gear and I didn't see her the rest of the race. She was nice to call me her "rock" posting this post-race photo on Facebook. Trace, you rocked it!<br />
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with Tracy Bowling, women's overall winner, finished 6 minutes ahead</div>
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Although it was pretty warm throughout the race, at the finish it was windy and then got pretty cool.<br />
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Scott LaBerge, Clare Abram, me, Chris Eide</div>
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Same as last year, my family was already in the Midwest, but I had taken some work hours from home, so couldn't stay long and didn't try to take a bunch of photos. Instead of another backpacking trip with my brother, this year I had a fast-packing adventure coming up-- the entire 220+ mile John Muir Trail in a little more than a week.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with my 2013 JMT buddies: Sachin Sawant, Toshi Hosaka, Baldwyn Chieh, Pierre Couteau<br />
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-30762924810837460002014-03-17T14:38:00.000-07:002014-04-01T20:44:09.630-07:00The Inaugural ITR Marin Ultra Challenge 50 Mile<div>
<b>Marin Ultra Challenge 50 Mile, by Inside Trail Racing</b><br />
<b>Saturday 30 June 2012</b><br />
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This is La Sportiva country.<br />
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This was Inside Trail's first 50 mile race, and with a no-repetition long-loop going from Rodeo Beach past Stinson Beach, was extremely ambitious. I had to be a part of it. As a plus, it was a nice consolation race for a (then) six-timeWestern States reject.</div>
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The day before the race, I worked from home from 6 am to 10 pm, with a short late afternoon break to drive my family to the airport so they could spend the next few weeks with my wife's side of the family in the Chicago suburbs. Race morning I was up by 4 am-- earlier than I'd planned.<br />
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During the first 8.5 miles (a loop that went back to the start) I talked with <a href="http://elanlieber.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elan Lieber</a>, who would cruise ahead and come in 4th.<br />
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I am not sure if I have seen Elan since. I suspect he moved to SoCal.<br />
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Around mile 12, while descending to Tennessee Valley, I started feeling sleepy. My body was tell me "nice morning run, now go back to bed!" I knew I would need to caffeinate aggressively to get through the day<br />
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The descent to Muir Beach used the new Dias Ridge Trail, which I'd never hiked or ran on before.<br />
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Most other races (including the original Talmapais Running Club's Headlands 50k in late August) have runners descend from Pantoll and the switchbacks of Heather Cutoff-- all runnable and quite fun. In this race for the first time I had to run up this. Since the grade isn't steep, there is neither excuse nor opportunity to walk, making the ascent potentially extra awful. Jason Perez cruised past me during the climb.<br />
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Speaking of Jason, I hadn't run into him at any races in a while, though I would see facebook posts about mountain and motor dirt biking. I suspected he went over to the other side!<br />
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So I just got tagged in a fb post by him a few days after I originally published this, asking if his stitches could wait 14 instead of 10 days.<br />
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Since he didn't pay me $500 up front for his personalized, state-of-the-art medical advice and care, I am going to hippo-violate him. (Note: Most of the other comments and advice from his uninformed layperson "friends" have been omitted.) <br />
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Jason, what do you think the answer is?<br />
Remember: this is what can happen to you when you turn your back on the cult of ultrarunning!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If this happens to you, don't look to this blog post to figure out what to do.<br />
Call your doctor!<br />
(Who will tell you to go to the ER, duh)<br />
By the way, Jason, I'll give you $50 for you bike.</td></tr>
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On the shorter descent of the Dipsea Trail to Stinson my glasses kept fogging up and slipping off my nose, maybe because it was humid, or I'd just gotten them.<br />
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At the bottom, newbie ultrarunner Greg Bruso from Santa Rosa caught up with me, and I think we caught up with Jason Perez. We occasionally chatted as we ascended from Stinson on Willow Camp Fire Road, another new trail for me.<br />
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After finishing the Willow Camp ascent I slipped and fell on Coastal Trail. I then reminded myself that in a new race I don't have to have any hard-set goals-- just to have fun and not get injured or so beat up that I wouldn't be able to hike with a loaded pack on Monday and Friday near Mammoth Lakes with my brother and his friend. I hadn't backpacked in over 15 years, so was a bit apprehensive.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">that week on the John Muir Trail, Mount Ritter or Banner, near Thousand Island Lakes, near Mammoth</td></tr>
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At aid station near Pantoll, a volunteer told me it would be 9 miles before the next aid station, but also that there would be a few spots where I could can get water. I took this with a grain of salt, and drank an extra 24 ounces before having my bottle filled up again. Actually I took a pinch of salt, not a grain. Luckily no more than a pinch, because I never saw the water. </div>
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During this stretch and for the first time in a race I ran through Muir Woods. There were people pushing babies in strollers, older people in wheelchairs or walking with canes. It felt like I was a running back, fairly surreal, but no one got hurt.<br />
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It was quite warm and my bottle ran out with maybe 3 miles to go before the aid station at Muir Beach. I made a mental note for the future to place a hydration pack at the start of the split, but with subsequent year's course changes, this would never become necessary.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finishing 6th overall around 9 1/2 hours, photo by Allen Lucas</td></tr>
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An amazing, epic run, and a very successful first attempt (talking about Inside Trail, not me)!<br />
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My family out of town, there would have been no pressure to leave the finish but I had friends from out of town. During almost 2 hours hanging out at the finish, I tried to eat as much as possible to prevent making a pig out of myself with them. Similar to how it can get dangerously costly to go out to sushi when you are starving. Much more pleasant than hanging out at the end of North Face Endurance Challenge in December (too cold, too crowded, too impersonal.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my (married) friends Randy and Andra, from Brooklyn, in the city. Andra was in town for a veterinary conference.<br />
Thanks for dinner!</td></tr>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/194425065" target="_blank">my GPS recording</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mark.tanaka/media_set?set=a.10151515343555830.595830.656130829&type=3" target="_blank">my post-race photo album on facebook</a><br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2012/MUC_50M.htm" target="_blank">results</a><br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/ai1ec_event/marin-ultra-challenge/?instance_id=" target="_blank">website</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">partial race schwag and<br />
my 2012 demo Ultra Raptors (now part of the official La Sportiva trail shoe lineup)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">winner and La Sportiva teammate Leor Pantilat beat me by more than 2 hours</td></tr>
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-19042077352569396082014-02-23T14:56:00.004-08:002014-03-08T12:18:21.276-08:00Chabot 50k #3 (This Year Post-Tahoe)Chabot 50k by Inside Trail Racing<br />
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Saturday 23 February 2014<br />
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The first two years of Inside Trail's Chabot trail runs, I ran the 50k, then immediately took off for a week of skiing (or snowboarding) with my family.<br />
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This year my older son's school was off during ski week, so the order was reversed-- we hit the slopes three days through Wednesday. (Tahoe finally got decent snow-- we were thinking of traveling to SoCal until a week earlier.) My kids are way past easy (green circle) runs, and sometimes they went off with their friends who joined us Tuesday. This allowed me to hit harder runs and try terrain park features and jumps, so I did more strenuous shredding this year.<br />
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On Friday, we went for a hike up almost 2000 foot high Montara Mountain between Pacifica and Half Moon Bay. I carried a backpack with lots of water and snacks. My legs were still feeling sore from the Tahoe trip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">view north toward San Francisco, Mount Tamalpais at left<br />
Inside Trail also has a race here<br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/ai1ec_event/pacifica-foothills-trail-run/" target="_blank">Pacifica Foothills Trail Runs in January</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">on the way down we ran into Coastal Trail Runs founder and race director Wendell Doman<br />
marking the course for <a href="http://www.coastaltrailruns.com/mm_montara_mountain.html" target="_blank">Montara Mountain Trail Runs</a> (the same day as Inside Trail's Chabot Trail Runs)<br />
Note my large backpack. It is not that light.</td></tr>
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so I had to sometimes run to catch up<br />
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Therefore I was expecting to run at least 10 minutes slower at next day's race this year than last year.<br />
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I felt I kept a decent pace for the first (longer) loop. I finished running and mostly keeping up with a group of 3-4 runners finishing the 30k race.<br />
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The second (shorter 12 1/2 mile) loop, it was only the 50k and a few slower 30k runners still on the course.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">the bridge almost 2 miles from the start, by Allen Lucas</td></tr>
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The guy in white below almost caught up with me coming to the first aid station, and so pushed me until the end. I later learned it was Dan Barger, the fast 48 year old from Auburn, who normally beats me, so I figured it is early in the season and he is getting back in shape.<br />
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It had grown warmer, so I started asking for ice at the aid stations, but wasn't willing to wait if the volunteers said they needed some time to get it out. I was being pursued.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">still running as potential prey in the last few miles, by Allen Lucas</td></tr>
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With less than a quarter mile left in the race, I happened to come within the earshot of the rookie runner (to ultras) winning the women's race.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria Monks, center. boyfriend to her left. 4th place Andy Belk to her left.<br />
Maria being new to ultrarunning didn't know Andy, but Andy was there so so asked them to pose together.</td></tr>
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She thought I might be the 2nd place woman, but even seeing my facial hair looking back, took off. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the actually 2nd place woman, Karyn Hoffman, more than half an hour back<br />
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Already pushing myself to stay ahead of Dan (who would finish 3 minutes back), I couldn't mount a surge to pass her, so remained chicked by 12 seconds. I finished 6th overall, 5th male, 3rd age division, 4:35:45, as predicted almost 10 minutes slower than last year's 4:27:20.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hung out with winner and new course record holder Bob Shebest,<br />
who kindly shared half an avocado with me and drove me 3/8 a mile to my car</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karen Gerasimovich, weiner dog Truman (who ran his first half marathon),<br />
Catra Corbett (Truman's pet human), Mike Palmer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RD Tim Stahler presenting 35k finishers Diane and Allen Lucas with a<br />
cake to celebrate their (I think) 31st anniversary.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2014/ITR%20Chabot%202014%2050K%20Overall.htm" target="_blank">results</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/ai1ec_event/chabot-trail-run/" target="_blank">website</a><br />
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/449664605" target="_blank">my GPS recording</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">byAllen Lucas</td></tr>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mark.tanaka/media_set?set=a.10152611665640830.1073741830.656130829&type=1&notif_t=like" target="_blank">my small photo album (post-race)</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/notthatlucas/media_set?set=a.10202302304016984.1073741917.1172907671&type=1" target="_blank">Allen Lucas' larger photo album, including many pictures on the course</a></div>
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Thanks, La Sportiva (for your continued support with shoes) and Inside Trail (for the comped entry) and all the volunteers (for all your assistance)!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Las Sportiva Helios<br />
post-Friday hike, pre-Saturday trail race<br />
at a beach near Half Moon Bay</td></tr>
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-51628362988778702812014-01-31T15:20:00.001-08:002014-01-31T15:21:46.252-08:00Reaching a 10-Year Milestone; What's Ahead in 2014Last year was the 10th anniversary of running my 1st trail ultra, Pacific Coast Trail Run's Skyline to the Sea 50k (though the course had been renamed since to Big Basin 50k, since it only partially went on the Skyline to the Sea Trail and another race using that trail has emerged, which I have run twice.)<br />
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I more proud of another decade anniversary, that of <b>my last DNF</b>, when I was pulled from the race at mile 41 of the inaugural (PCTR) Diablo 50 Mile Endurance Run atop Mount Diablo by Wendell Doman <b>the last Saturday of September in 2003</b>. It was really really hot all day and I didn't know what a salt cap was. After a hellacious tortuous (as in winding) ride down to the start finish, I was transported to an emergency department where post normal saline infusion labs showed significant hyponatremia and rhabdomyolysis. I was released the next morning though had to walk 8 miles or so since I didn't have any money or a car or family or friends to impose upon to the BART.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my first ascent of Mount Diablo ever<br />
I have since accumulated less fashionably unpardonable running gear.</td></tr>
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<b>Since then, I have finished every single race I have started.</b> This includes not dropping down to a shorter distance even when permitted, and even informal semi to non-competitive fat-ass events. Two close calls finishing "DFL"-- the inaugural Tahoe Rim Trail 100 mile in 2006 (a little over 30 minutes to spare) and HURT 100 a few years ago (less than 5 minutes). Since I am getting slower, the next DNF since the 2003 Diablo will inevitably come, but I am very proud of this streak and what it took me to make it.</div>
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One caveat: I disqualified myself from the results of the 2006 Whiskeytown 50k when I figured out (after the RD John Luaces awarded me with 2nd place overall schwag) that I had inadvertently missed a turn and cut the course. I had decided to run the race literally a day or two before and hadn't studies the map. As it turned out, there were no ribbons at the intersection, and the volunteers who was supposed to be pointing runners in the correct direction was peeing in the bushes at the time I passed through. RD Luaces was very embarrassed about what happened, and I had to email him several times to expunge my name from the results. So I am not counting Whiskeytown as a DNF-- since I finished, and the RD convinced me it wasn't my fault.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">results with me right under Hal, before I badgered the RD to revise them</td></tr>
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Admittedly I have only entered one race with a set distance over 100 miles, and haven't gotten to try Hardrock yet.</div>
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(By the way, I hold that not finishing all 5 loops of the Barkley Marathons should not count as a DNF.)</div>
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<b>I am not quite sure how many races I have completed during this streak, since I am too lazy to count.</b> (I can't fathom the meticulous tenacity of the lifetime mileage counters out there, especially the trail ultrarunners-- You just ran your 50-thousandth lifetime mile, you are SURE-- really??!!!) My Ultrasignup profile has me at 120 finished. Realendurance.com tallies 141 results, undoubtedly there are duplicate and missing races (especially fat-ass runs).</div>
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Perhaps this indifference to knowing my exact stats is partially related to a change in a change in my attitude toward racing. <b> My competitive edge has waned.</b> I find myself much less concerned with how I finish at races. Maybe it is because I am resigned to the fact that I am getting slower, and there are so many more REALLY fast runners out there competing nowadays compared to when I started. Or maybe once you've completed 100-something ultras, it all starts to get blurred. I often can't remember my exact finish place or time just a week after finishing a race. I am more into enjoying the scenery, pushing myself (to push myself), enjoying occasional conversations with other runners and their pacers, and when I don't have to rush off to be somewhere, hanging out post-raced. But if some woman manages to chick me by a few minutes, or I don't make 13th place by a few seconds, I don't believe my dick will fall off, or a plague will strike already poor villagers in a small African hamlet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">small portion of previously accrued age-group or overall place awards<br />
given the lack of available space in our house, maybe not so bad I am winning fewer of these</td></tr>
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In early July <b>I fast-packed the John Muir Trail</b> with 4 other ultrarunning buddies. Not as fast as Hal and Mike, but we were self supported, and my pack to body weight ratio was the largest in our group. (I actually was the only one in our group to start at the beginning at Happy Isles in Yosemite). It was very very very tough, and even more amazing. I am supposed to blog about this. Someday. I want to do more of this sort of quasi-endurance stuff. A race format is not needed to enjoy these places.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reds Meadow, near Mammoth Lakes</td></tr>
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<b>La Sportiva has renewed by contract as a team ambassador for my 6th year.</b> Which is always great, as I love their shoes, and the other gear and perks from them and severeal associate sponsors, whom I will try to better recognize here as I better do on Facebook.<br />
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<b>This upcoming year (2014) I have a lot of extra stuff on my plate. </b> Aside from the usual demands of work and family-- I actually was slightly relieved not to get into Western States for the first time in the 2014 lottery held last month-- next spring won't offer the time for an optimal build-up, and I wouldn't even be able to guarantee more than 3 days off for the race. My hospital will be moving (early June), and work will most likely really suck for the weeks to months after that happens. I have several big multiple-of-5 birthdays or anniversaries to attempt to properly celebrate in my family. I have to study for and pass my board recertification exam in Emergency Medicine in the fall (this preempted my entering the lottery for the inaugural Tahoe 200 (mile). Therefore, maybe I will not run, uh, 2 or 3 races that I would otherwise. (!) I definitely won't even try to catch up on blogging. It is sort of disturbing and depressing how little of the information I am required to know for my field that I can review through (painfully) shortening a run by 1 to 2 hours. Many would-be runners have trouble mustering up the discipline to regularly run. Will I have the self-control NOT to run?<br />
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<b>Hopefully there will significantly more snow and rain, to end this drought in the West, the worst in recorded California history.</b> I am scare the whole state (particularly the forests) will burn down, starting in the spring.</div>
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This was my 5th time running this race, but the last time I had run it was 5 years ago. I missed all three races with Molly Sheridan directing. I was looking forward to running these trails northeast of Sacramento after so long. Julie Fingar of Norcal Ultras took over this year, moving the date to November, a much less impacted time on the Ultra calendar. My older son had his Norcal State Cup soccer tournament nearby the same weekend, so I would be convenient to stick this run in. I would still get to see him play the more important matches on Sunday.</div>
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<i>You may ask yourself, well, "How did I get here?"</i><br />
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The original route started at a Cavitt Middle School in Granite Bay, went up almost 30 miles to Cool for one loop, then returned to the school at mile 67. The last third of the course went south, making a 16.5 mile fishhook around the southern part of Lake Natoma before returning to the school the same way. Since my last running (I think at least some of these changes came in 2010), the butt-kicker climb up K2 to Cool was ditched. The 8 mile loop at Cool this year was modified, the aid station on the loop ditched, and the loop repeated in the opposite direction. There were some other changes to the aid stations too. Finally the 33 mile southern route was replaced with a repeat out and back north two aid stations and 11 miles to Horseshoe Bar and back.</div>
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While I miss the southern 33 mile section, not minding running on pavement close to Interstate 50 (it often had a surreal quality to it), it was easy to get confused and off course. Logistically, I can see the advantages of eliminating 5 extra aid stations.<br />
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Pre-Race Meeting on Friday: Whoever was speaking (I missed the introductions) asked the experienced 100-mile veterans for tips to give the newbies. Ray Sanchez, Clyde "the Glide" Aker, Catra Corbett (this would be her 99th) gave their tips ("have fun" a common theme). I think people were expecting me to volunteer since I've done more than a few of these, but I was feeling frazzled, having arrived late due to traffic after having to attend a long, often painful meeting all morning. Where to begin? My guardian angel was screaming in my ear "DON'T SAY ANYTHING-- YOU WON'T MAKE ANY SENSE, IT WON'T BE FUNNY!!!" Fortunately, I listened.</div>
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I muttered that my wife would kill me if she saw me wearing a bandana coming out the back of my cap. She really hates that, regardless of the UV protection it might provide.</div>
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I had to spell my name to her-- twice. I am pretty sure I spelled it correctly, but maybe something got lost in translation. I guess she doesn't know Japanese....</div>
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<a href="http://www.kcra.com/news/Ultra-runners-take-to-the-Foothills-for-a-cause/-/11797728/22889820/-/12m0imo/-/index.html" target="_blank">Click here to watch me on the news!</a> The best line: "Keeping a healthy habit going for generations..."</div>
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Chris Wehan has been winning numerous Inside Trail races this past year. Since he's so fast, I only recently met him. Chris paced himself really smartly the first 10 miles, allowing me to chat with him some. It was interesting to meet someone more wimpy with the cold than I-- he had a much thicker jacket and full length tights on. Chris took off before Horseshoe Bar aid station (mile 11) and won the race with more than a 90 minute lead. Awesome, job, Chris!</div>
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I thought the lead woman would be Kelly Lance, when I saw the name show up on the registered runner list, but didn't bother to notice the "M" by his name (he would finish 2nd overall). Coming out of No Hands Bridge on the return from Cool, mile 50, the actual female leader, Erika Lindland, caught up with me as I caught up with John (Jack) Finn. We lost John, and I chatted a bit with Erika (whom I'd never me before). I left her behind at Auburn Dam aid station (about mile 54). Erika would win the women's race decisively (and beat me by 8 minutes). </div>
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So, while I was with Chris earlier in the race, shortly after we left the 1st aid station, my Petzl Myo XP headlamp started flashing the low battery warning. This made it very hard to run, and so I had to keep up with Chris to get a sense of what the terrain was like up ahead, but essentially I was running half in the dark.</div>
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I had another Petzl headlamp with 3 rechargeable AA batteries in them at Auburn Dam. Just like that morning, these also started to go out after only 40 minutes. Ugh! Erika caught up with me, with her then pacer Bob Gilbert. Bob felt pity for me and lent me his spare headlamp. Thanks, Bob, you saved me! Still, it was a smaller headlamp, so I was slightly vision impaired. I brought my Petzl Nao which uses a rechargeable USB charged unit, but it was at Beals Point. Later I passed this guy with an orange shirt who was struggling a little, and in passing told him my story of my headlamp and being saved by the guy pacing the 1st place woman. "Yeah, that was me," Bob Gilbert informed me. Major Duh! But at least I got to thank him again.</div>
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As I mentioned, this same weekend was the Norcal State Cup soccer tournament, in which my older son's team was competing. The dad of my son's teammate recently took up ultrarunning, so even though I normally don't go around looking for pacers, I figured I would invite him along. I told him if I ran well, maybe I'd finish under 20 hours, so he figured he would show up at Beal's Point before the last out and back at mile 78 at 8:30 pm. When it became apparent that I was going to most likely come in much earlier than that, I asked Dasie Yamagata at Cool to text my wife to tell him probably 7 to 7:30, as early as 630, but I think she punched in the number wrong since it never made it.</div>
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Meanwhile, my friend Ben was following the webcast anyway, and thinking the same thing-- better show up much earlier. Unfortunately, my wife, who really doesn't really know how I run these things, told him-- "No, Ben, don't sweat it-- he's going to slow down, really, I'm sure. I really wouldn't rush to get there so early."</div>
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So when I arrived at Beal's, a few volunteer's thought they had seen my potential pacer, but in reality it was probably Ultrarunning magazine's new editor Erika Lindland's boyfriend and end-of-race pacer, Karl Hoagland, who I'd asked to deliver some stuff I no longer needed on the trail and put it with my awesome Victor Ballesteros designed <a href="http://victorysportdesign.com/" target="_blank">Victory Sportdesign</a> drop bag. The announcer called out Ben's name a few times, but no one showed up. He ended up missing me by less than 10 minutes, and was quite crestfallen, apparently, since he was pumped up for his first 100-mile pacing stint. My wife has since apologized to him for the misinformation. Well, next time....</div>
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The only real race goal I had was finishing with enough time to nap if needed so I could safely drive back the half hour to Sacramento, take a shower, nap some more and be able to watch my son's soccer game at 8:30 am. Once sub-20 (which would cover the above) became highly likely, I was hoping for sub-18, especially since I've never finished a race in the 17 to 18 hour range (one sub-17, two 18-19 hour finishes). As that slipped the idea of finishing before midnight seemed intriguing. Then I realized that thinking too much about that goal was decreasing the amount of FUN I was having, which both Ray and Catra told the newbies to make sure they had during the race. Fun first! Also, no one really cares or notices if you finish below or above 19 hours. And for better or for worse, getting chicked really doesn't bother me much. I guess if I hadn't gotten off course right after the last aid station (leading several others 22 miles behind me partially with me) and didn't have my light battery problem twice, I could've finished under 19 hours and also finished 5th overall and not just 5th male overall, but really, I'm so much less fixated on place than I was, say five years ago.</div>
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About my son-- after losing both games on Saturday, I got to see my son's team win both on Sunday, the second one in overtime penalty kicks. Apparently, it was only the last game that determined whether they would advance to the next weekend, which still makes no sense to me. </div>
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As soon as I came into the finish line, I must have been swerving (this happens when I push it to the finish), and I was ushered into the medical tent, where I happily laid down on a cot, put my feet up on a chair and was served an awesome vegetable soup and ginger ale by Dasie Yamagata. Sarah Lavender Smith said hi and took this photo of me, catching all the crotch lube soaking though my shorts. (Lube, not some gross bodily fluid!)</div>
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At the finish area, a U2 concert video was playing on a large screen, so I half-dozed off for maybe 15-30 minutes listening to their great live music. (There is nothing bad to hear "Bad" blaring loudly right after finishing a 100-mile race.) The atmosphere at the finish area was indeed quite festive, a huge improvement over the fluorescent lighting of Cavitt Middle School the 4 times I ran the race from 2005 to 2008. The award ceremonies were eventful, but it did make for a long weekend (we wouldn't leave Granite Bay until early afternoon).</div>
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I used to get 2 to 3 of these little statuettes every year when Norm Klein directed the race. We didn't have any space at my old house to put them, so they stayed in a box. Our new house we moved into last year has more outside patio and yard space, so I keep them out there now.</div>
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This year: medal for all finishers. RD Julie Fingar hadn't mentioned the buckle on the website, but she apparently had enough leftover from the previous year when Molly Sheridan still directed it, so we also got buckles too-- the buckle is a sub-24 hour one too. Will Julie give out buckles next and following years too?</div>
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-44278776512218986092013-11-18T21:03:00.000-08:002013-11-18T21:03:06.623-08:00Chimera 100 Mile Mountain Race<div>
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This was my first Old Goat Trail race, put on by Steve Harvey and crew.<br />
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With a collective running resume like this, I thought I should try one of his races at least once. Also, there aren't so many other races in November competing with it.<br />
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I made the mistake of flying into Ontario, rather than Orange County. I got stuck in rush hour traffic, making it to the packet pickup just after RD Steve Harvey had packed up his car with the stuff. Out of luck. He gave me directions to the campsite near the start, and told me to check in the next morning before the race.<br />
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From the <a href="http://www.oldgoatrunners.com/old_goat_50_home_page_014.htm">website</a>:</div>
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The first 20 miles consisted of a beautiful lollipop out-and-back to the start. Quoting the RD, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">first twenty are on semi-technical singletracks through chaparral, oak, and sycamore forests."</span></span> I chatted with Tomo (who would finish 3rd) and Brandon Adame (4th). Tomo lives in Japan, and has a job that has him travel to the US a few times a year. He was able to combine this race with a business trip-- sweet. He is pretty fast, and has come back to the states for various races, where he puts in admirable performances.</div>
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RD Steve later told me this this part was his usual training route. Clouds stayed high enough so we could enjoy views of the valley.</div>
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Somehow I managed to finish the first 20 miles without a pit stop. I'd been having GI issues for the past two weeks. During my long shift on Thursday, I saw about 8 patients with nausea, vomiting and diarrhea-- some viral gastroenteritis bug going around. I was pretty nervous that I'd have another HURT repeat.</div>
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Although it was an issue (and at times limited by pace), nothing like <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/05/runs-on-grand-scale-why-my-first-hurt.html" target="_blank">my crap-fest in Hawaii 10 months earlier</a>. I would have a few more runny pudding like dumps, then it all around mile 50, it stopped.</div>
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The only part of the course I didn't like: the flat (Brandon said it was "boring") from Holy Jim Canyon to Live and back to Holy Jim. I'm okay with the flatness-- it was fast and a good break in between a fairly steep descent and ascent. The problem were all the cars and trucks and construction machinery (I have no idea what the steamrollers and bulldozers were doing) and their smog. It got sunny and too warm for my two layers-- I regretted not having left my jacket at Holy Jim.<br />
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The other thing I noticed after the turnaround, was a plastic bag with some ear bud head phones in them that I'd stuck in my short's pocket was no longer there. Due to my drop bag disorganization, I had grabbed the headphones, but managed not to find any of my iPod Nanos stuck into my Ultimate Direction Wasp pack.</div>
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Luckily I saw the bag on the road on the return, clipping a decent pace up the very very gradual uphill. But when I put on the headphones at after leaving Holy Jim for the steep, very pretty single track up to Bear Springs, I noticed that one of the ear buds and a plastic clip for the cord were busted, probably run over by a car (or a steam roller.)<br />
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I underestimated the very long out-and-back to Corona (7 miles each way). Before the descent, I looked out at all the lights going on forever east and south (I think). As if by cue, Simon and Garfunkel's "Sounds of Silence" came on. It was really intense. I felt I reached an understanding of humanity and existence.<br />
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RD Steve Harvey had posted on facebook a few days before:</div>
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While warming up and fueling before the final long descent, I made a weak attempt to encourage the ultrarunning advancement of this cute Asian volunteer who lived nearby (and so told the aid station captain she could volunteer whenever, and got asked to be there from 2 to 10 am). She had recently run her first marathon and was thinking of running more trails and maybe try an ultra.<br />
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Another volunteer asked the next runner who came by if he needed anything, but he said no and whizzed on by. The volunteer commented-- "he had to keep moving-- otherwise he'd freeze-- he was only wearing a T-shirt."<br />
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I caught up with him (in my 4 layers of clothing, freezing my butt off). He flatly denied the volunteer's interpretation of the situation-- in no way did he fell the least bit cold, exclaiming, "I LOVE this weather!" <br />
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It was hard to believe (and still is) that we both belong to the same species....<br />
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The downhill to the pavement near the finish wasn't as hideous as I'd expected. Back on the pavement I ran into a dead-end to find the guy in the T-shirt, who, in the fog, missed the same turn I did. We used our brains together to get back on track.<br />
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I was the last to finish under 24 hours, but alas, no sub-24 hour buckle. Still, looks slick! Thanks, volunteers who helped me get it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with my 2011 La Sportiva Raptors</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.oldgoatrunners.com/old_goat_50_home_page_014.htm">race website</a></div>
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<a href="http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=13229" target="_blank">results</a></div>
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GPS recorded maps</div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/130043859">first 38 miles</a></div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/130044802">middle 45 miles</a></div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/130045410">last 15 miles</a><br />
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Since I missed the pre-race packet pick up, I didn't get a parking pass, nor did I manage to get one race morning-- made me nervous. As feared, when I went back to my car I saw a parking ticket attached to my windshield. Fears of an extra $100 to fund this adventure. Fortunately, I later found that the "fine" was simply the normal parking fee, which I gladly sent to the National Forest Service.<br />
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My old tent I bought 2nd-hand cheaply in the 90's was drenched with moisture. I decided then to upgrade (which I've done with multiple models).<br />
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-39389768965870801042013-11-17T04:09:00.000-08:002013-11-17T04:09:14.167-08:00The Inaugural Dirty Dare 50k<b>Inside Trail Dirty Dare 50k, Sunday 20 October 2013</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June 2005</td></tr>
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Since <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2013/11/cuyamaca-100k-socal-vacation.html" target="_blank">Cuyamaca 100k</a>, the previous weekend, the only running I had done was between Disneyland and our hotel twice a day, and to get Fast Pass tickets for the rides to avoid the long waits. <a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/392272676" target="_blank">GPS link to one day's running.</a> I got pretty good at getting the tickets, which requires communication with the family, detailed planning and nimbleness on the feet. However, this running didn't quite cut it as a workout-- maybe just as well since I had to recover from the 62 mile race, but by Sunday the 20th, I really needed a good long and hard run-- the 1st ever Dirty Dare 50k by Inside Trail came to the rescue!<br />
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Ohlone Wilderness 50k, which I've run 8 times, goes through Sunol Regional Wilderness on the way from Mission Peak to Del Valle. But I knew from a few training runs, family hikes, and one day of trail work in Sunol that Ohlone 50k runners don't get to see most of the beauty the park offers. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May 2006</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">hike May 2010</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hike March 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">trail work, June 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hike New Years Day 2012<br />
each 25k loop begins with an ascent of Flag Hill</td></tr>
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This race is the only one taking place exclusively in this beautiful wilderness. Catra Corbett does know the trails there really well, and designed a very very challenging course through the gorgeous scenery of the park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">course designer and her badass wiener<br />
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It was chilly at the start, but we all knew it would warm up fast and then get too hot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">atop Flag Hill, by Sam Hsu</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maguire Peak, by Sam Hsu</td></tr>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.473309089433608.1073741839.118168181614369&type=1" target="_blank">more pictures of the course by Sam Hsu</a><br />
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For the first two splits I chatted with Chris Eide, who had just run Firetrails 50 mile the previous weekend. We both wanted to be careful not to thrash ourselves too much. After the 2nd aid station, Chris fell back.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't wait for Chris to finish, so shot his family patiently waiting for daddy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">gnarly single track Eagle View Trail, by Sam Hsu</td></tr>
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An Asian guy I'd seen or met before but never met passed me shortly before the end of the first loop. I tried to chat, but he didn't talk much. <br />
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Although the 50k consisted of two loops, the course did NOT take us through the start finish area, which is a plus psychologically.<br />
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The second loop, predictably brutal, I caught him and two others-- one runner was having what I diagnosed as possible mild intermittent cough variant asthma, extreme exercise induced (not an official billable diagnosis). The other guy was just hurting, but kept going.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rich Conder of Suisun City, finished 8 minutes behind me and 6th overall </td></tr>
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The Asian guy almost caught up with me at the end. I wanted to meet him and get a photo, but he appeared to have taken off. He, like a lot of us running this race, was training for Rio del Lago 100 mile the next month. Fortunately, Chris Jones shot his photo there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Daigo Echizenya pre-race at Rio, photo by Chris Jones<br />
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I myself had to bolt after 30 minutes-- I was intent on taking care of the kids the rest of the day, including most importantly getting their and my long long overdue hair cut.<br />
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<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2013/ITR%20Dirty%20Dare%2050K%20Overall.htm" target="_blank">results</a><br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/ai1ec_event/dirty-dare-trail-run/" target="_blank">website</a> (there were also 10k and 25k distances)<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mark.tanaka/media_set?set=a.10152285238695830.1073741827.656130829&type=3" target="_blank">rest of my photos on facebook</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.473309089433608.1073741839.118168181614369&type=1" target="_blank">course photos by Sam Hsu on facebook</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">schwag with my left La Sportiva Ultra Raptor (I ran with my right shoe also though)</td></tr>
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Thanks to all the volunteers, including Rita and Kelly at the 1st aid station, sorry, didn't get the names of the guys at the 2nd, and Sam Hsu and Trevor Nederlof at the 3rd aid station (and everyone at the start/finish).<br />
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Like September's <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2013/11/trail-adventure-in-berkeley-hills.html" target="_blank">Berkeley Trail Adventure</a>, which I ran the previous month, the Dirty Dare is an awesome and unique trail race course that I highly recommend.<br />
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Occasional disclosure notice of gratitude: I get comped for these great races by Tim Stahler of Inside Trail since I am on the La Sportiva Mountain Running Team, one of Inside Trail's main sponsors, so continued thanks to my benefactors.</div>
Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-42862338708181235352013-11-16T20:04:00.001-08:002013-11-17T03:02:08.691-08:00Cuyamaca 100k SoCal Vacation (Though the Run Wasn't Quite a Vacation)<b>Cuyamaca 100k, Saturday 12 October 2013</b><br />
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This race timed perfectly with a road trip to SoCal that I had been planning. Overdue for my younger son. His older brother enjoyed Disneyland 4 years ago and Legoland 3.5 years ago, but he was too young to ride much or remember anything, so I felt we should hit these two parks this fall, and before he got too old for Legoland.<br />
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I have mixed feelings about zoos, but the ones in San Diego are pretty nice. This panda seemed quite happy checking the line of visitors out as he munched on bamboo.<br />
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So we did two days at Legoland, one day at the zoo, and one day at the museums in San Diego. I learned the difference between mastodons and wooly mammoths, among other things.<br />
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Friday we drove up to the state park (Rancho Cuyamaca) and set up camp at the Green Valley site.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">awesome turtle rock right at our campsite</td></tr>
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Both that (#2, mile 13.5) and the other campground, Paso Picacho (#4, mile 27.5) were aid stations for the course. There was a large group of loud Chinese (national Chinese, not Chinese-Americans) nearby making a lot of noise until late, but I got some sleep. I left my tent sometime after 5, walked almost a mile to the entrance to the campground, and tried to hitch.<br />
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You would think that out of the many people driving up to the race, some skinny Asian dude in a La Sportiva jacket with a duffel bag would look more like a fellow entrant, rather than a serial killer, but amazingly more than 12 cars passed me. I was going to get desperate and throw myself into the middle of the road, when this very nice volunteer, finally stopped and picked me up to take me to the start at Camp Cuyamaca.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with volunteer Lisa post-race. thanks, Lisa!</td></tr>
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I don't do mile by mile narratives anymore, but here is the course profile:</div>
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When I got to the 2nd aid station, I was delighted to see my kids sitting on the curb waiting for me. I think this was the first time I've seen either of my kids at an aid station except at my first 100 mile run in 2005 (Rio del Lago) when my older one was but an infant.<br />
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While at their campsite, their mother had heard the sounds of clapping and cheering nearby. She was convinced I had already passed through, but headed over to check it out.<br />
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Leaving there was a 9 mile split mostly ascending to the high point of the course and the park, Cuyamaca Peak at 6512 feet. I noticed soon that almost everyone was carrying hydration packs, or at least two bottles. I was able to run pretty well. The route went through areas that looked like they were recovering from a fire. My family later told me the story about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cedar_Fire" target="_blank">Cedar Fire</a>, that they learned from a ranger at the Visitor Center near the race start and finish.<br />
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Basically it was set by a dumb-ass hunter (per my kids per the ranger, he was hunting in a place it was illegal to hunt). From Wikipedia:<br />
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The Cedar Fire was started by Sergio Martinez of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Covina,_California" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="West Covina, California">West Covina, California</a>, a novice hunter who had been hunting in the area and had become lost. In court Martinez gave an account of his being lost earlier that day from his hunting partner; he said he did not call out for "fear of scaring away deer". At first he falsely told investigators that the fire was started accidentally by a gunshot, but he later recanted and admitted he started the fire intentionally to signal rescuers. After gathering sticks and brush together, Martinez lit the brush and quickly lost containment because of the heat, low humidity and low moisture content of surrounding vegetation. </blockquote>
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Martinez was charged on October 7, 2004 in federal court with setting the fire and lying about it.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-nctimes1_12-0" style="line-height: 1em; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cedar_Fire#cite_note-nctimes1-12" style="background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[12]</a></sup> On March 10, 2005, Martinez pleaded guilty to deliberately setting fire to timber, in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plea_bargain" style="background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Plea bargain">plea bargain</a> under which the charge of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Making_false_statements" style="background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Making false statements">lying to a federal officer</a> was dropped. He could have faced up to five years in prison, but under the plea bargain he was sentenced to six months in minimum-security confinement, under which he was allowed to go to work and other commitments. He also was ordered to complete 960 hours of community service and five years' probation, and to pay $9,000 in restitution.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-nctimes2_13-0" style="line-height: 1em; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cedar_Fire#cite_note-nctimes2-13" style="background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[13]</a></sup></blockquote>
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The lead female caught up with me and passed me right before the top.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">winner Sally McRae at the halfway mark</td></tr>
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It was all downhill, literally and figuratively, from the peak. My whole body was feeling super sore and tight. The first part of the descent was somewhat technical-- lots of loose rocks and ruts, but even when the trail got smoother, my body didn't. Aside from pain, which I can run through, I was just too stiff.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">stiffly fueling up at Paso Picacho, mile 27+, photo by Keshan Dahiya</td></tr>
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Several people passed me during the next 9 miles back to the start/finish/mile 31 point. During the next loop of 12 miles, I fared no better, got passed a lot, but the scenery was still pretty beautiful. It did no good to try to imagine the pain Jon Olsen did a couple of weeks ago setting the new North American 100 mile record, and try to convince myself that my pain was much less.<br />
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The 2nd loop was a short 12.6 miles that ascended to a very pretty plateau, but I continued to struggle, even (or maybe especially) on the descent.<br />
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At mile 44, before the 3rd and final loop, I was again surprised and really happy to see my family at the start/finish aid station.<br />
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My kids weren't very impressed with my performance. "Dad! Some guy already won, even before you got done with the 2nd loop."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">winner and new course record holder Igor Campos with his dad before his dad goes to finish the 3rd loop</td></tr>
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They also thought I was taking too long to get out of the aid station, but I had to pack my light, a jacket, gloves, food, etc. I felt bad that I was going so slowly, and figured I would be finishing really late and would wake up my family getting into the tent.<br />
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I got some caffeine tabs, (leftover from the ones Shir Kochavi gave me at Headlands Hundred the previous month),<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">drug deal caught on film...<br />
Maybe since I am wearing the new La Sportiva cycling style cap, I have to fess up.<br />
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Unfortunately I couldn't find any acetaminophen or ibuprofen.<br />
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Jack Cheng catches up with me, and we start talking. I am initially apprehensive that he will pull ahead of me, but Jack gives me some ibuprofen and we keep each other motivated at a good pace. Jack is a much more efficient and better fast-packer that I (he did the John Muir Trail in only (I think) 7 days with a lighter pack). He also hasn't DNFd yet, though he had some close calls. His finish streak is about half as long as my 10 year one. We end up running pretty much the whole 18 mile 3rd loop together, even without waiting for each other at aid stations. Near the finish, we pick up another friend of his, Sylvere Valentin. Jack suggests we hold hands and cross the finish line together, an idea I whole-heartedly supported. I was very happy with my third loop-- it's always great to overcome a tough spell and finish strong.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The three of us tied for 23rd through 25th place, but for some reason I got the coveted 23rd place in the official results</td></tr>
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Again I was surprised that my wife and kids were there at the finish. My older son got a big kick out of helping announce the runner's bib numbers as they approached the finish. My younger son won the affections of a cute girl whose mother was still out on the course.<br />
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I have since figured out the medal can take caps off bottles.<br />
Credit to my younger son for figuring out it was "magnetical."</td></tr>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/392272237" target="_blank">GPS 1st half</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/392272692" target="_blank">GPS 2nd half</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.cuyamaca100k.com/resources/2013%20Cuyamaca%20100K%20Results%20PDF.pdf" target="_blank">results with splits, including drops</a><br />
<a href="http://www.ultralive.net/c100k/webcast.php" target="_blank">results on ultralive.net</a><br />
<a href="http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=18246" target="_blank">results on ultrasignup</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.cuyamaca100k.com/" target="_blank">website</a><br />
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The next day, we hike up Stonewall Peak from Paso Picacho, 5730 feet above sea level. It was really windy and the final few yards were sort of scary for the kids.<br />
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-44143757226660233072013-11-15T17:50:00.003-08:002013-11-17T04:16:58.929-08:00Trail Adventure in the Berkeley Hills<b>Inside Trail Berkeley Trail Adventure 50k</b><br />
Saturday 28 September 2013<br />
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After missing last year's inaugural race, I really wanted to run this year's Berkeley Trail Adventure 50k distance. I love Tilden and Wildcat Regional Parks, but other than buzzing through part of Tilden midway through Firetrails 50 mile a few times, I suspect I could count my hikes and training runs there on both hands and one foot.<br />
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I was short of sleep, so needed to caffeinate, which fortunately works for these short races.<br />
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Maybe because Sarah Lavender told me to grab a course map if I was going to be running "with the fast guys out front," I got it into my head to maybe run fast out front.<br />
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One guy and a svelte woman ran ahead and took off (way off). <br />
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The woman apparently was local Anna Bretan, who had made local news by winning last year's Oakland Marathon for the 2nd straight year, and 6 weeks after giving birth to her daughter. She won and set the new women's course record at this year's San Francisco Marathon, beating out last year's winner, Devon Yanko (née Crosby-Helms). I had no idea who she was (Sarah pointed her out to me). So to make up for this, she will get featured in this blog post with photos I lifted from the web.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">March 2011, 2:53:19, new course record<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: start;">“I turned 26 in December and I decided it was time to run 26 miles.”</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">before winning Oakland again in 2012<br />
6 weeks after giving birth to her 3rd child<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 24px; text-align: start;">"Well, I ran slower this year..."</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">unaware she just set a new course record. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">“I am just </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">so excited to win this, I kind of can’t believe it."</span></td></tr>
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Oops, one more picture, during the race. I am pretty sure Myles was hanging out somewhere during the initial stretch to the first aid station.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">by Myles Smith, Michigan Bluff Photography</td></tr>
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Coming into the first aid station at 4.8 miles.</div>
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The longest conversation I had was during the 2nd split, the small pink loop in the middle of the <a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/course_maps/Tilden_Course_Map.pdf" target="_blank">course map</a> (the course, by the way, was designed by Brian Wyatt-- an excellent example of how you can minimize overlap and showcase two parks using only 3 aid stations).<br />
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I talked with Sasha Waring, a psychiatrist who had finished his residency training fairly recently. He was doing the 35k, so left me soon after Inspiration Point (mile 15). He would win the men's race, but Anna finished 20 minutes ahead. Great job, you two.<br />
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I talked a little with (I think) Chris Jackson also doing 50k before he and the next guy passed me descending to Rifle Range Road Aid Station (mile 15) in Wildcat Park, where I recognized Sam Hsu and met Trevor Nederlof. It became apparent to me that I had gone out way too fast at the beginning. But the scenery was great, and I nostalgically remembered hikes I'd done with my family out on these trails many years ago, before soccer and baseball started making family hikes harder and harder to schedule.<br />
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The return after Inspiration Point used Quarry Trail, which is pretty steep and gnarly. I was hurting, but the very talented Myles Smith was there shooting photos, so I thought it was worth a sustained effort to run past him and for the rest of the climb. <a href="http://www.michiganbluffphoto.com/index.cfm/michigan-bluff-photographybymyles-smytheblog/blog20131024-top-twenty-trail-racing-photos/" target="_blank">He actually appreciated the effort.</a><br />
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A malevolent evil person vandalized the course, not just by tearing ribbons down, but by putting them up, leading many of us off course. I probably only did 1/2 mile bonus at the most, but some people got really lost. <br />
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My iPhone had malfunctioned, so I was relieved of the possibility of taking those mugshot pictures of everyone at the finish. Sarah Lavender Smith, though by her account, was way out of shape, but still managed to win the women's race. Congrats, Sarah!<br />
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/382688049" target="_blank">GPS recording</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2013/ITR%20Berkeley%2050K%20Overall.htm" target="_blank">results (50k)</a><br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2013/ITR%20Berkeley%2035K%20Overall.htm" target="_blank">results (35k)</a><br />
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Little did I know, while we were all running, Jon Olsen was on his way to setting the new North American 100-mile record, finishing just under 12 hours (!) Congrats, Jon!<br />
<a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2013/10/jon-olsens-north-american-100-mile-record-report.html" target="_blank">Jon's account on iRunFar.com</a><br />
Geoff Roes on <a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2013/11/why-jon-olsen-might-not-win-ultrarunning-performance-of-the-year.html" target="_blank">Why Jon Olsen Might Not Win Ultrarunning Performance Of The Year</a><br />
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My family took a trip to Phoenix / Scottsdale in December 2011 the week before Christmas. It was a last minute decision, and this was the only affordable place. I would wake up early and go running in a city park nearby. As it turned out, the trails were near and sometimes overlooked MacDowell Mountain Park, where Javelina Jundred is held. This may have inspired me to sign up for the 2012 race.<br />
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I got to the Radisson, got my goodie bag, then figured I should just go to the pre-race dinner there-- $15, easy. No salad or vegetables, other than the spaghetti sauce. It was pasta (one choice), meatballs, and two cakes. <br />
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I sat down and talked to local Maria, who took over the Copper Canyon 50 mile race formerly run by the late Micah True (aka Caballo Blanco), and Lynette, who'd run three of the100-mile races I had run so far this year, and with whom I talked some after Wasatch. She would run the race the next day in a tutu costume and still do it under 24 hours. (Maybe I can try that in the future.)<br />
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I met this pretty newbie (wearing pink) running her first 100 miler from Florida and her friend pacing her. I think her name is Alicia.<br />
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Then I ran into Liz and Scott, whom I met at the Bighorn pre-race dinner. Scott now had the record for most 100-mile finishes in a year, and Liz had not only the women's but the overall record, having finished her 30th last weekend.<br />
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Later Trey Barnes (first met Cascade Crest 2009) came by. Since I last saw him at Woodside (also 2009), he started managing his own Fleet Feet store in Southern Calfornia.<br />
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Later, I saw Steve Ansell, Harald Walther and Coastal Trail Runs owner (and former Pacific Coast Trail Runs co-owner) Wendell Doman.<br />
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It was already dark when I left the Radisson. Arriving at the race headquarters, I was almost overwhelmed with the number and density of tents-- some that the race rented out, some brought by other runners. I found a place kind of close to the bathrooms. My stakes were inches away from the two adjoining tents.<br />
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I slept pretty well, but unfortunately one of my ear plugs came out of my ear, and some idiot who woke up at 3:30 thought he needed to talk to him buddies in a normal tone of voice. Why anyone needs to get up at 3:30 before a 100-mile race when you ARE RIGHT THERE AT THE START is beyond me. Honestly, though, can't you talk softly? <br />
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Being a non-technical course, I chose my Crosslite 2.0's.<br />
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Early on the first loop, I saw Jenn Shelton running up ahead. Followed by lots of guys. I figured most of them were thinking they didn't want to be chicked by her, even though she is very fast-- still the current record holder for the fastest 100 mile trail race time, albeit on a much faster course than anything Ann Trason ever ran. I think I passed her while she was at the side of the trail, peeing (no photo). Elite women like her and Kami Semick tend to just pee without being all shy about this. I tell the fast women I run with during races not to be so shy. Later, Jenn passed me maybe at an aid station, and then later I passed her back while she was at the side of the trail, stretching out her leg. Looked like she was in pain. She would drop early.<br />
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I think I finished the first loop with Jonathan Gunderson. Though he sometimes crumps, he is pretty fast, and I decided I probably went out too fast.<br />
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Because you keep changing direction each loop, the test of who I recognized starting the 2nd loop-- and I did terribly. Crap, how does everyone remember me? Don't I just blend right in? I've gotta lay lower. Maybe stop blogging for instance. Don't have time for this anyway...<br />
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I ran much of loops 2 and 3 with Tracy Bowling, a newbie, very fast. She dumped her referee costume as the temperatures climbed.<br />
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She mentioned she was bored after finishing loop 2 so I tried to entertain with stories, but I think my stories were lame, as she never fell over and rolled in the sand laughing.<br />
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We briefly ran with Eric Clifton at the end of the 2nd loop. He likes to push the pace, and was making us go too fast.<br />
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I had Tracy behind earlier, but then Tracy passed me at beginning of loop 4 and I proceeded to further decelerate. I had thought that I could sub-20 this fairly easy course, but I must be getting old.<br />
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At one point I realized I was overdosing on SMART EM, Radiolab and This American Life podcasts.<br />
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Tracy ended up stopping after 77 miles (5 loops) due to her blister problems. However, in this race she got credit for finishing 4 loops, and in fact looking at it this way, was 2nd overall and 1st woman in the 100 km drop down category. <br />
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At the start/finish I asked about the SF Giants, who had won another game in the World Series, then I asked Wilma about her husband Jonathan Gunderson. Wilma assumed I was only asking about the Giants-- a true fan!<br />
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Loop 5 I put on my new <a href="http://www.petzl.com/us/outdoor/headlamps/nao/nao-headlamp" target="_blank">Petzl Nao headlamp with reactive lighting</a> I got at Wasatch. The moon, being full and the terrain pretty much open-- I often didn't need by headlamp.<br />
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Heading north on the last lap (the shorter 10 mile lap), I saw what I thought were fireworks in the sky. Turned out to be a shooting star, probaby the brightest I'd ever seen in my life. Would have been more amazing had I had my light turned off, but I least I caught it.<br />
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Near the finish, I met Fred, who suggests we finish together. I figure that is the nice social thing to do, and we chatted some. Thing is Fred probably crossed the starting mat with his chip several seconds after I did. So when we cross the finish mat at the finish at exactly the same time, he ends up finishing a few seconds ahead of me in the results. Kinda sneaky, Fred!<br />
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Maybe I should try that.<br />
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I barely made it to airport on time. (Hard to run in the airport when you just ran 100 miles!)<br />
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Ugh, Southwest boarding group C. I would sit in the middle seat, still smelly.<br />
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GPS recordings:<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/238124334" target="_blank">first four laps / 60 miles</a><br />
I had a device (Garmin Forerunner) device failure for the next segment, but honestly this wasn't going to be that interesting)<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/238124281" target="_blank">final 4 miles</a><br />
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<a href="http://aravaiparunning.com/results/2012JJResults100m.htm" target="_blank">results</a><br />
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What I was doing this year, right before this year's race started:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Jenn, running her first marathon this weekend in NYC<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Chris, who passed on the chance to run with Jenn and I on Thursday<br />
in order to place some bets on some games<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was dressed up during this year's race, with my wife, Frida, but was not running.<br />I am really too overweight to run 100 miles.</td></tr>
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<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-17446331298988805892013-09-27T07:53:00.000-07:002013-09-27T07:59:23.908-07:00Hundred in the Hood, the One and Only Running<div>
<b>PCT Ultra Hundred in the Hood 100-Mile Endurance Run</b><br />
<b>Saturday-Sunday 26-27 September 2009</b><br />
<b><br /></b>notes:<br />
1: this exact race no longer exists, but large portions have been resurrected this year (2013) during the same last weekend of September at the <a href="http://www.mountainlakes100.com/" target="_blank">Mountain Lakes 100</a>. (I hope to run that one before too long.)<br />
2: I don't really expect anyone to read a rambling report about a race that happened 4 years ago and no longer exists that I am publishing now because I spent all this time over the past few years writing it, but, you never know....<br />
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As I mentioned in <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/09/number-3-after-3-weeks-final-race-of-my.html">an earlier posting</a>, in September of 2008, I was looking for a replacement 100-mile run to replace the cancelled 2009 <a href="http://www.ac100.com/">Angeles Crest 100</a> . With the help of several great colleagues at work, and the generous permission and understanding of my wife, I was able to get out or switch out of the last 10 1/2 hours of my 18 hour phone shift the day before the race, as well as sick call coverage for both ED's the day of, so that I could run the inaugural <a href="http://www.pctultra.com/100/index.htm">Pacific Crest Trail Ultra Hundred in the Hood trail race</a> south of Mount Hood in western Oregon.</div>
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As one could expect for a start-up, there were quite a few glitches; at times many of us runners were cursing the race directors. But in the end, it was all worth it. I think all the runners had a great time, and the directors and volunteers are to be applauded and thanked for putting on such a great race experience with BONUS CHALLENGES.</div>
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Due to less elevation change and one additional week of recovery time (though still not enough time), I finished Hood much faster than I would have expected to finish Angeles Crest. For the first time in two years (in fact, <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2007/09/trio-del-lago-exercise-in-ambulatory.html">just a few days over two years</a>), I was able to finish a hundred mile race in under 20 hours (in fact, just a couple minutes under 20 hours). I completed my "tri-tri" goal of finishing an <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/08/ending-six-year-itch-retrying-full.html">Ironman distance triathlon</a> followed three 100-mile trail races in 8 weeks. (It was originally going to be within 7 weeks, the 100 milers 3 weeks apart, the first one week after the tri. But close enough-- this wasn't significantly less stupid.)</div>
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<strong>making it to the race</strong><br />
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Everything was tight. I logged off my computer working my phone shift from home at 1:30. I had seen an hour before on the live traffic website, but luckily it had cleared. I even had a 6:50 pm Southwest flight originally booked as backup, in case I missed the 3:30 pm flight, but I made it easily. All my race supplies and clothes were packed into a carry-on, to prevent lost baggage from ending my race before it began.<br />
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I was surprised I could walk to the car rental office from the Portland terminal. Since I didn't think I'd have to sleep in the car, I downgraded to a Yaris. A few miles out of the airport, the Garmin Nuvi GPS I had brought from home went out, so I called the rental office, who offered me another car with a working elecrical outlet if I drove back. However, I realized it was getting late and would be short on sleep enough already, so I drove on, stopping at a Safeway to grab some portable food. The directions were good, and I missed the final turnoff Highway 26 only because I was spacing out. About 12 cars parked along the roadside confirmed I was at the right place. I asked a couple in a pickup truck and the volunteer manning radio control where I was supposed to go. Apparently official camping was miles away, but I was already way too sleepy, so I decided to illegally set up my portable tent in the woods atop a bed of some springy plants near the start.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my old tent. I have since upgraded with several newer, higher performance models.<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">As it turned out, an unfriendly ranger saw this setup the next day-- it's possible that I killed this race in its infancy-- whoops! :(</i></div>
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Race start was an early and evil 5 a.m., but I woke up around 4 needing to use the bathroom. Absolutely no line for any of the four Porta-potties-- in fact I got to to take my pick! RD Olga Varlamova gave me my race number, which was 60 more than the 121 listed on the race website, so I spent a few minutes changing all the 2s to 8s on my drop bags. No time anyways to move my luggage to my car, so I stashed it in my tent.<br />
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I missed the beginning of Olga's talk, but asking others, learned that because the course stays almost exclusively on the already marked Pacific Crest Trail, there were minimal course markings, except some turn off around Olallie (mile 50 something?), and at the very end. Not hearing this myself made me a bit anxious later.</div>
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I realized I had gloves for later in the race, but not at the beginning, and it was freezing! (Apparently 35 degrees, no wonder I was so cold.) Co-race director Mike "Bushwhacker" lent me an extra pair ("I thought someone might need some")-- nice thinking, Mike! My nose running from the cold, I would blow them on the gloves, which I felt bad about when I returned them to him post-race.<br />
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<strong>start to mile 28</strong><br />
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Olga started the race, and we ran out with our headlamps onto the road and quickly turned left onto the Pacific Crest Trail for a (relatively) short out-and-back, 14 miles each way. Two guys shot out ahead. In spite of my own intentions and expectations not to run out front, I ended up running behind them. Soon, I was talking and running with Ray Sanchez, who usually tries to race every week, but for a chance was rested. I also meet Tom Ederer, who like Ray and I, had been registered for the cancelled AC100 so chose this as a subsitute.<br />
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<i>Ray finishing Firetrails 50 two weeks later</i><br />
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Tom was nice, but several times a mile he would let out the most nasty-smelling flatulence. The silent, deadly kind for which you had no warning. Ray and I were dying, but neither of us wanted to push our pace enough to get in front of Tom. No idea what he'd eaten last night. If this was an intentional cutthroat competitive ploy, Tom, you are evil and should be barred from further competition!<br />
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Some nice views of Mt. Hood running back.<br />
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At the 28 mild aid station (close to the start and finish), I dumped my jacket and light, but forgot to pick up my visor and I hastily dumped my loaner gloves too fast.<br />
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I finally lubed up at the aid station. Then, even though it was <b>9:15 in the morning</b>, I put the small headlamp I stashed in my drop bag around my waist. Why? Because when I had noticed on the race website that "lights required." I was stupid enough to ask Olga about his by email, who replied that she would be checking, and then doubly stupidly I complied.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">miles 28-58</span><br />
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It was supposed to be 4.9 miles to the next aid station, Red Wolf Pass. I knew that my Garmin Forerunner tends to lose reception in the deep woods, so when my lap distance hits 5 miles, I started to get nervous. Also, I deliberately swallowed a gel at about mile 4.5 in anticipation of more liquid soon. Another half mile-- and still, no aid station. Finally I saw this guy holding what I think is some radio. I ask him "Where's the aid station?" He tells me "Keep going straight." Note, he doesn't tell me "Sorry there is no aid station, keep going straight." He tells me "Keep going straight" as if there were an aid station straight ahead. I keep running, the trail turns, I start descending, still no aid station. Eventually, I figure out, there is no aid station. With my empty bottle I start to get nervous.<br />
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A couple miles later, I came to a fire road. The single track PCT crosses many fireroads, and it was obvious that you should just cross them. However, here, there was no trail immediately across the road. I looked up and down the fireroad and saw no arrows or ribbons. Phuck. I'm starting to get pissed off at Olga. I stopped, look back, to see or hear if anyone is behind me, worried I made a wrong turn. I decided finally to turn left. After running 100 yards or so, I saw no ribbons, then decided to check the other direction. Luckily, I saw a small trail on the left with a very inconspicuous ribbon. I felt irritated at the uncertainty and fear, and the time lost. I later met another runner who lost more time than I at the same crossing.<br />
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My mouth became parched and having run over 35 miles, I started to feel my energy reserves dwindling. I had another gel in my pocket, but without anything to wash it down, feared it will get me sick. A few runners passed me. They weren't happy about the missing aid station either, but they were both carrying two bottles. One guy offered me a little swig of his almost empty second bottle. I hesitated, but took it, worried then that this constituted muling and could get me disqualified. Increasingly I was feeling weaker and weaker. I felt like I'm going to hit the wall soon, like I did at <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/saved-by-gel-overcoming-wall-at-lake.html">Lake Sonoma</a>. Finally, I saw the aid station tent (mile 38.5), a true oasis in the desert of imminent bonking. The Duncan family was so nice (photos below courtesy of <a href="http://hookedontrails.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-100-miler.html">Sarah Duncan from her blog</a>), the pumpkin bread delicious. They told me they wouldn't have been ready had they not arrived an hour earlier than they were told. (Whoa, thanks for NOT following instructions!) I spent extra time replenishing.<br />
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Having ingested extra food to make up for my depleted calories, I had to set out more slowly. I eventually corrected myself, but not before a couple more runners passed me. We all have fun bitching about the missing aid station and thinking of ways to kill Olga.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One of those who passed me was David LaDuc, whom I'd met at Redwood earlier that summer, in this photo pacing a friend at the Golden Hills Trail Marathon two weeks later</span></i><br />
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At Pin Heads, we were told there was no Lemiti Creek aid station. This sucked, but at least we're told this ahead of time. Since I only had one bottle, I expressed my dismay, but a volunteer gave me an extra bottle (he had a bunch). No convenient Ultimate Direction holder, but I gladly accepted it. I'd only have to carry it 10 1/2 miles-- or so I thought.<br />
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What ended up happening is another "this-can't-be-right moment." I was looking at my Garmin Forerunner, it was 11, then 12 miles for the split, and no aid station. I got nervous, stopped, started looking at side trails. Finally, a Greg from Utah caught up with me, expressed the same frustration, and we ran together, bottles dry, and unhappy about the situation.<br />
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<i>Greg Norrander from Utah</i><br />
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As it turned out, no one had marked the turn off from the main Pacific Crest Trail to the aid station, so the first 20 or so runners, Greg and me included, missed the turn off. Although this effectively cut our total distance, the strain on our bodies from dehydration, underfueling, the mental stress, and the wavering on the trail, may well have cost us the saved 10-15 minutes.<br />
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The total stretch from the last aid station ended up being more than 14 miles.<br />
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<strong>miles 58- 75</strong><br />
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The next ascent was fairly technical and steep going up, triggering some dormant left knee pain I'd been having earlier that year.<br />
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I saw the leaders coming the other way back from the turnaround, and I was delighted to see fellow Californian Ray Sanchez in the lead. Runners 2 through 6 were not much farther behind.</div>
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At the Breitenbush aid station turnaround, after wasting a few minutes looking for it, I couldn't find my drop bag, a small Gap bag (chosen since it probably wouldn't come back to the finish before I had to leave the next morning). It has the detachable belt portion of a Fuel Belt pack I won as part of the Ultrarunner.net race series 3 years ago, along with my iPod Nano, 3 spare rechargeable batteries, and a packet of Vespa which I got at the end of Lake Sonoma. A volunteer goes back to the truck and after a few minutes, comes back with it.<br />
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Descending the technical part, despite slowing to a walk, in a feat of extreme coordination, I manage to trip, and completely wipe out, and I'm covered with dirt, abrasions and embarrassment in front of myself.<br />
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Despite being told the turn-off that we missed the first time is obvious, I'm still paranoid about missing the turn-off, and actually go over a branch blocking another trail before figuring out that it's not it. When I get to the correct intersection, it's obvious since a volunteer is there sitting in a chair in a roped off area. </div>
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The trail is mostly downhill to the aid station. I put on my headlamp, Firetrails 50 windshirt, and the earbuds of my Nano. But I decide the rest of the pack and my fleece vest are overkill, along with the spare headlamp I've been carrying around my waist for the past 48 miles.</div>
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<strong>mile 75 to the finish (about mile 101)<br />
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</strong><br />
I'm pretty sure no one passed me the last 25 miles.<br />
It helped having my tunes on.<br />
I start making calculations in my head about what I need to do to finish both under 19 hours, which would keep my race all on Saturday, and 20 hours, which is, well, 20 hours. Which gets me confused, since they are an hour apart.<br />
No aid at Lemiti Creek. I do see a some large bottles of water, but I can make it without filling up.<br />
After Pin Heads (mile 85.6), my lights starts to dim. In spite of my experience at <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-western-states-part-1-my-two-night.html">McNaughton 150</a> with rechargeable batteries, I must have convinced myself that the reason they died so fast was that I hadn't fully charged them right before the race and that it was so cold.<br />
This is what I get for trying to be green.<br />
I turn my Petzl Myo RXP to the lowest of 3 settings. Since I'm trying to move fast and at times there are rocks and roots, this is quite risky.<br />
At W/S Meadows (mile 91.5), I change out my batteries with the help of volunteers, one of whom gives me a nice shoulder rub.<br />
I either misread my mini-aid station chart or more likely the chart was wrong, since I run more miles to Red Wolf Pass than anticipated.<br />
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The volunteer at the last aid station is nice, but he's not any more sure about the distance to the finish that I. It's a crap shoot, and there is not special sub-20 hour buckle, but I decide I'm probably close, so start running for all I'm worth. I must have inverted each of ankles 4-5 times each, but having resilient ankles with titanium springs, can keep running.<br />
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I finish with barely two minutes to spare, in 19:58:07 and 11th place overall.<br />
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<strong>surviving the cold, and getting home</strong><br />
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</strong><br />
The first thing RD Olga asks me when I finish: "Do you hate me, Mark?"<br />
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"Nah." Of course not. Not that I didn't want her to die a slow painful death earlier, but in the end it was a blast, and she and everyone did the best they could. Any race in its inaugural year gets cut a lot of slack.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pam Smith & RD Olga (then Varlamova)<br />
lifted from Pam's blog</td></tr>
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Before crawling into my old, second-hand tent, I talked again with kinda local Pam Smith, who would less than four years later surprise the ultrarunning world with her victory at Western States. She is now on the <a href="http://www.sportiva.com/ambassadors/athletes/mountain-running/pam-smith" target="_blank">La Sportiva Mountain Running Team</a> with me, helping me think I am bad-ass by association. <a href="http://theturtlepath.blogspot.com/2009/09/hundred-in-hood.html" target="_blank">her Hundred in the Hood race report</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">buckle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the race directors</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.pctultra.com/100/index.htm">official race website</a> -- probably this link doesn't work anymore</div>
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<a href="http://www.pctultra.com/100/09/2009Results.pdf">official race results</a> <br />
<a href="http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=3841" target="_blank">race results</a></div>
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MY SPLITS<br />
split time, cumulative time<br />
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1:24:12 01:24:12</div>
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0:45:47 02:0959</div>
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0:44:12 02:54:11</div>
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3:25:06 06:19:18</div>
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1:00:58 07:20:16</div>
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2:33:23 09:53:39</div>
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1:37:07 11:30:47</div>
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0:05:05 11:35:52</div>
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1:41:33 13:17:26</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
1:00:34 14:18:01</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
2:10:42 16:28:43</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
0:05:08 16:33:51</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
0:51:06 17:24:57</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
0:04:13 17:29:10</div>
<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
<b>2:28:57 19:58:07</b></div>
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<a href="http://www.backprint.com/view_user_event.asp?PID=bp%1ExNv&EVENTID=58230&PWD=&LAST=Tanaka&DIVISION=&BIB=181">photos of me running</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.pctultra.com/100/results.htm">link to list of other blogged race reports</a><br />
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Greg (ran into him during the 14 mile stretch without aid) <a href="http://mrc-ultra.blogspot.com/2009/09/hundred-in-hood-race-report.html">http://mrc-ultra.blogspot.com/2009/09/hundred-in-hood-race-report.html</a><br />
Yassine Diboun <a href="http://runforyourlife-yassine.blogspot.com/">http://runforyourlife-yassine.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Ray Sanchez (winner) <a href="http://ultra-raysanchez.blogspot.com/">http://ultra-raysanchez.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://theturtlepath.blogspot.com/2009/09/hundred-in-hood.html" target="_blank">Pam Smith</a> </div>
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Big belated blog thanks also to my coworkers Jenn and Chris for covering part of my Friday shifts so I could fly out on time. And all the volunteers, I am still thankful 4 years later!</div>
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-78550012301529989812013-09-23T03:14:00.000-07:002013-09-27T07:37:50.091-07:00Taking On Diana Nyad at Headlands HundredWith all the press about Diana Nyad's historical swim from Cuba to Florida earlier this month, I thought I'd set the record straight during my 100-mile run last weekend (Saturday 14th to Sunday 15th of September). <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Though technically grammatically incorrect, I will refer to myself as "me.")</span><br />
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<b>age</b><br />
Diana - 64, Me - 46<br />
1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>number of X chromosomes</b><br />
Diana - 2, Me -1<br />
2 minus 1 equals 1 point for Diana of the fairer sex<br />
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<b>distance (miles)</b><br />
Diana - 110, Me - 100<br />
1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>tailwind?</b><br />
Diana - yes, Me - not usually<br />
1 point for me<br />
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<b>course</b><br />
Diana - Cuba to (I want to live in) America, an epic route. Like Al Pacino's character in <i>Scarface</i>.<br />
Me - Running back in forth mindlessly in distorted circles. (<a href="http://www.pctrailruns.com/maps/Headlands-Hundred-05Aug2013.pdf" target="_blank">course map</a>)<br />
1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>time and pace</b><br />
Diana - 52 hours 54 minutes; Me - 22 hours 13 minutes 37 seconds<br />
(Do the math yourself for the pace. I used to be good a math, but hundreds of beers consumed since have atrophied that part of my brain.)<br />
1 point for me<br />
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<b>crewed?</b><br />
Diana - big time, Me - no!<br />
1 point for Me!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did accept whatever help I could get.<br />
Here with Marissa Walker and her canine friend, at Tennessee Valley, post-race<br />
Many other volunteers helped me too. Thanks all of you!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quicksilver teammate "Team Pommier" Sachin Sawant<br />
asking if he should get out the mask (see below)<br />
photo by Agnes Pommier</td></tr>
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<b>victim of sexual abuse by coach when younger?</b><br />
Diana - yes; Me - no<br />
1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>honesty points regarding performance enhancing drugs</b><br />
Diana - who knows?, uh huh, just sayin'; Me - I'm out with it. I sometimes use them to stay awake.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my fixer, Shir Kochavi, photo by Yujun Wang<br />
nothing like what Lance said for years he never took</td></tr>
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1 point for me!<br />
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<b>shark cage?</b><br />
Diana - no!, Me- no!<br />
tie, no points<br />
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<b>jellyfish mask?</b><br />
Diana - yes, Me - What is this, a masquerade ball? no!<br />
1 point for Me!<br />
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<b>post-event publicity</b><br />
Diana - was already a motivational speaker, slated for tons more. more famous than ever. a true inspiration for us all!<br />
Me - maybe 3 or 4 of you have made it down this far on this silly blog post (you aren't chopped liver, though, thanks!)<br />
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1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>tally so far</b><br />
6 points for Diana, 5 points for me. not looking good for me.<br />
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<b>self-stimulation down there during the event</b><br />
Diana - never photographed sticking something anywhere near the coochie or bootie part of her swimsuit<br />
Me - caught in the act. It feels good! What's wrong with that?<br />
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Can't figure out who gets the point on this one. But I am losing, and this stupid contest is my own doing.<br />
1 point for me<br />
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<b>nausea and vomiting</b><br />
Diana apparently spewed a lot while swimming, maybe partly from all the seawater she inadvertently drank.<br />
Me - just got nausea with running more than 15-20 steps at a time starting at about mile 82. Maybe from the hamburger I got at mile 75. I only asked for 1/3, but they gave me 1/2 of one. I ate 1/4, then stashed the other quarter in my pack, which then started to smell nasty, along with me as my sweat mixed in with the hamburger I forgot about and oozed into my clothes. Luckily only one person passed me during this time, so I still made top 10.<br />
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Diana actually threw up, and my rambling hamburger account was so stupid, I am embarrassed I made you all read that.<br />
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1 point for Diana<br />
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<b>lives saved while working the day after the event was finished</b><br />
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Diana - 0, Me - 2 (my guess)<br />
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3 points for me!<br />
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<b>updated tally</b><br />
Diana 6, Me 8<br />
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<b>who my wife finds more inspiring in the end (3 points on this one -- like I'm married to her)</b><br />
Diana (ouch!). She was gushing about her about watching one of the videos on net.<br />
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<b>final score</b><br />
Diana 9, Me 7<br />
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This kind of sucks, but I will be a gracious loser. If I ever meet Diana Nyak in person, I will shake her hand.<br />
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<a href="http://fartherfaster.blogspot.com/2013/09/pctr-headlands-hundred-100-mile.html" target="_blank">real race report by the winner and new course record holder, Jean Pommier</a><br />
This actually gives you an idea about the race.<br />
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By the way, Beverly Anderson-Abbs won the women's race and set the new women's course record, and like Jean, is 49. This was just her 2nd 100 miler after being out several years due an injury. I think our elite masters runner is back. Pretty awesome!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bev with her not so slow husband Alan following her (how it usually works).<br />
lifted from her facebook profile page<br />
Nice scenery, huh? So glad I run rather than swim all the time...</td></tr>
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This was also incidentally my first Pacific Coast Trail Run (PCTR) race under new management, John and Maureen Brooks.<br />
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GPS recordings of my run:<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/376397319" target="_blank">first 56 miles</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/376399309" target="_blank">last 44 miles</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=19271" target="_blank">results</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.pctrailruns.com/event.aspx?dtid=9961" target="_blank">race website</a><br />
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previous HH100 race reports:<br />
<a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/10/fourth-quarter-slow-down-from.html" target="_blank">2009</a><br />
<a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-in-cloud-at-2010-headland.html" target="_blank">2010</a>Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-69043438196231924722013-09-13T09:59:00.001-07:002013-09-13T11:44:40.878-07:00My First Wasatch 100<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<b>Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run</b></div>
<b>Friday-Saturday 7-8 September 2012</b><br />
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Morning of Thursday, day before the race, I had to pack and prepare my drop bags. Being a point to point course I had never run before, it was complicated figuring out what to put where, and I ran out of time doing it. Threw everything into a small carry on suitcase and a knapsack.<br />
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I took a local bus to the pre-race meeting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Vishal Sahni above and Jay Smithberger below, on their way to finishing the Grand Slam of ultrarunning.<br />
Someday, if and when I get into Western States, I may try to do the same.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kuni and Daisie Yamagata from the Sacramento area, who drove me back to downtown SLC where my hotel was.</span></td></tr>
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Watched some of the Democratic National Convention in the lobby, some inspiring speeches. I felt like a undercover spy, since Utah is so red and Obama's opponent was a Mormon. In Mormon country, most 100 mile races start on Friday so needed volunteers can get to church on Sunday. Besides the physical beauty of the region, the Friday starts meab I can get back home either Saturday night or Sunday morning at the latest.<br />
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The buses to the start left a few blocks from my downtown hotel. Convenient but still painful, since it was probably 2:30 am Pacific time when I had to get up.<br />
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Early in the race I talked with Paulette Zillmer from Scottsdale, who won the previous year's Angeles Crest 100. She has just started a PhD program in English, which luckily allows her to go and do these races. Maybe if she stops showing up these races in a few years, I can assume she is trying to finish her dissertation. I would almost catch up with her several times during the race, easily recognizable in pink, but she would finish half an hour before me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paulette's current Twitter profile pic:<br />
"Avid ultraRunner,scholar, mom, vegan, lover of rainbows!"</td></tr>
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Shortly after the easy, nontechnical trail turned right to ascent and head back the other way (south), local Brian Kamm passed me up. We'd talked at both Zion and Bighorn 100s; both times he beat me by a few hours (i.e. gramping me, since he was already 50 at the beginning of the year), and I expected the same today. I also chatted with Scott Kunz from Pacifica, who recognized me from some race.<br />
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I started the race with one of my Ultimate Direction Wasp packs, since I knew there was no food for the first 18 miles. The views from Chinscraper were amazing. Got water from a two springs-- easier to see than the ones at Bighorn.<br />
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I have no idea where these are on the course, but aren't they pretty?</td></tr>
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Usually in these high altitude races, I get continually passed by people starting about 1/3 in. This time, it wasn't so bad-- more mutually leapfrogging than a continual dropping back. Also, I didn't feel as sick as normally about 8,000 feet-- maybe my recent two week camping trip in the Sierras helped, despite having returned to sea level for three days before flying to Salt Lake City (which is only at 4,226 feet).<br />
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Just like the halfway aid station in Cascade Crest, Lamb's Canyon was a highway underpass.<br />
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From Lamb's Canyon to Mill Creek, ran and talked with Brett Gosney, 53, from Durango, CO off and on at the beginning and end of this split (going up the hill he ran ahead of me-- gramped again!)<br />
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I had opted not to take a headlamp with me, on advice of fellow runners. It got dark before I reached my next drop bag (which I though was named Mill Creek, or maybe it is called Upper Big Water, mile 61-- there were lot of aid stations with more than one name in the website), but the last 2-3 miles of the split were gradual uphill pavement-- exactly the surface and grade in which you need a light the least.<br />
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At Mill Creek or wherever it was, John Evans of Petzl was there with the new NAO headlamp. He gave me a crash course in how it worked, which I reviewed after finishing my other aid station business.<br />
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<a href="http://www.petzl.com/us/outdoor/news/in-field-0/2012/09/27/john-evans-receives-hera-power-one-award" target="_blank">John won the HERA Power of One award last year.</a></td></tr>
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The NAO features new patented Reactive Lighting-- so the light brightens when looking at something darker, and dims when pointed at something brighter. Saves the batteries and makes this more efficient. This took a little getting used to, but I decided I really liked it. The only mild glitch is when looking at a reflective ribbon marking the course, the light would dim, but it is not like it was dangerous.<br />
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I used the high reactive setting for faster running, level and downhills, and the low reactive setting for slower uphills or nontechnical sections (ie, well surfaced dirt roads or pavement). The rechargeable USB battery lasted about 9 hours before giving me the warning flashes. Changing the battery at the next aid station was much simpler than replacing a bunch of AA batteries.<br />
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Despite the lamp, I started feeling sleepy during the next split, and started swerving. I knew this would happen sooner or later-- was hoping it would happen later. I tried to caffeinate, but knew that I needed to get a short nap in. At mile 66 / Desolation Lake (I was probably too tired to notice there was a lake) one of the volunteers had a tent with sleeping bags and pads inside. I asked to lay down there for 15 minutes. Despite never totally losing consciousness, it helped (felt great), and I was warm enough with just one sleeping bag on top of me (too nasty to get in one). The attentive volunteer came to get me (it felt like the grim reaper rather than a nice volunteer); I bargained for another 15 minutes in the bag. I got up, dropped a 20-0 mg caffeine pill and got on my way, bringing a garbage bag since I suspected two thin windbreakers might not cut the cold well enough (lots of other runners were putting on fleeces). I put on the garbage bag soon after leaving the aid station and would quite fashionably keep it on until the morning.<br />
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The split to mile 75 / Brighton Ski Resort was another long one, and I had to ask a few drivers a couple of times while on a long stretch of pavement if I was still on course.<br />
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There Daisy Yamagata, waiting for her husband Kuni, was so kind to help me. As bonus, Beth Vitalis from the Bay Area was crewing a couple of friends, and luckily saw me before leaving for the next aid station. My left trapezius/shoulder was all tight from the pack, and she gave me a great massage, then worked on my quads, knowing that a steep climb and descent were coming up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beth is no dumb jock ultrarunner...</td></tr>
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The last quarter of the race was the toughest. Cruel ascent, then a descent. Though the course overall was well marked, this next section could have used a few more ribbons, one where the trail split and another by a lake where some kids were hanging out (and so the possibility of ribbon vandalism). <br />
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It eventually became apparent that I could finish the race under 30 hours, but that I needed to work to make it (not that finishing any 100-miler is ever not work).<br />
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After the 2nd to last aid station, it was mostly downhill, after turning a corner to the left and changing directions. The sun was on that side and came up. I peeled off layers. The steady downhill ended up being a grueling roller coaster, and with each climb I had to walk up increased my doubts that I could actually make it.<br />
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Eventually I came to the last aid station. To my surprise, (Quicksilver Running Club teammates) Dan Decker and his pacer Toshi, whom I last saw leaving Lamb's Canyon ahead of me were there. Dan said he was dropping after twisting his knee at mile 60. Toshi had been urging him on for 30 miles. My own impression (speaking not as a physician) was that he should get some poles (he'd already been using Toshi's) and walk the last seven miles, but he had enough and didn't want to mess his knee up further. I couldn't help thinking to myself-- as injured as he was, he was moving faster than I was.<br />
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I went out ahead for the last stretch. About 1/4 mile out, it occurred to me that I could've unloaded my pack or at least most of the contents of my pack (jackets, light, etc) with them to take to the finish, the luxury afforded any crewed runner. Even using drop bags, uncrewed runners have to carry more for longer. But I didn't think it was worth going back. Better training for my next 100.<br />
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After the final ascent, the trail started as a crappy, rutted, rocky fire road. The Forest Service never made transverse or oblique drainage ditches, so there was a big rut in the middle along with a wonderful collection of loose rocks perfect for twisting your ankle and beating up your soles. It was more technical than I was in the mood for at mile 95, and I decided to take it easy, lest I get injured in the last few miles. Finally, the crap road gave way to a nice single track that finished as a set of switchbacks above the Homestead Resort. I finally decided to apply myself, realizing that the altitude was only 5000-something feet. The last mile or so was pavement, and I sprinted something like an 8 minute mile to the finish. I had 26 minutes to spare for the sub-30 hour buckle.<br />
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I decided I would try to make the earlier of two flights I booked on Southwest. Since Dan dropped, he wasn't going to stay for the awards ceremony either. Most of the drop bags were coming in, but two aid stations in particular, though they weren't the latest in the course, hadn't.<br />
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I think when I asked the RD for my award, apologizing that I could not stay for the ceremony so that I could get back to my family, he was very understanding and supportive. Good family values!<br />
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Still in pacing mode, Toshi tried to keep me moving, rather than wait for drop bags that probably weren't going to come.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finished this year's (2013) race about an hour faster than I did</td></tr>
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Dan's sister Pam would drive us to the downtown hotels. I got the feeling Toshi wanted to hang out, but I wanted to get back to my family. I left Daisie instructions to ask Chihping Fu to bring back my awards and drop bags. If he had too much to carry, I asked her to take them and mail them to me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">awesome finisher's plaque, which I wouldn't see for a couple of weeks<br />
with buckle on top<br />
Thanks again, Chihping for bringing it back to the Bay Area for me!</td></tr>
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Thanks to all the great volunteers!<br />
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LINKS<br />
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Garmin Forerunner recorded maps:<br />
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220615414" target="_blank">part 1 (miles 0-53)</a> http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220615414<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220555328" target="_blank">part 2 (miles 53-72)</a> http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220555328<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220572436" target="_blank">part 3 (miles 72-100)</a> http://connect.garmin.com/activity/220572436<br />
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<a href="http://www.wasatch100.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=121:2-12-wasatch-100-finishers&catid=2:results&Itemid=5" target="_blank">results</a> 289 starters, 213 finishers<br />
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<a href="http://results2012.wasatch100.com/Runner/SearchResults" target="_blank">searchable splits with aid station in and out times</a> (enter runner's name)<br />
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<a href="http://www.wasatch100.com/" target="_blank">Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run WEBSITE</a>Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-17647111736939834772013-08-23T22:57:00.002-07:002013-08-25T19:16:29.510-07:00Cascade Crest 100 Mile 2011: Return of the Tunnel, Including a Bonus Bicycle-Riding Ex-Meth Addict<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br />Cascade Crest 100 Mile Run, August 27-28, 2011</b></div>
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Having the race start at 10 a.m. has its pluses and minuses. <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/cut-off-confusion-at-cascade-crest-100.html" target="_blank">Two years earlier</a> I stayed at a motel nearby, so there was too much nervous time between waking up and running. This year I took advantage of the late start by staying with friends in Seattle, and driving up race morning.</div>
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Two years ago it was cloudy. This year clear and sunny. The amazing views new to me this year were well worth the extra heat. I decided early that even if I didn't meet my pre-race goals of finishing under 24 hours for whatever reason, the better views this year were more important than my time. But having missed the one-day mark by just a half hour, I was going to shoot for it.</div>
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I probably briefly chatted with most of the guys who finished around me. I ascended to Goat Peak with Keith Knipling and then a local Dan for 3 or so miles out Tacoma Pass.</div>
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I also saw a lot of Betsy, who I had run into with her husband Matt, running his first hundred, with whom I struck up a conversation at a local market near by friends' house in Seattle, where I was looking for something so I didn't show up empty handed (like I did at my other friends' house, where I stayed post-race Sunday night, but I guess I had a better excuse).</div>
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The stretch from Stampede Pass (m33) to Olallie Meadows (m41) was the most runnable up to that point. I was feeling great, when I noticed the headlamp I picked up from my drop bag at Stampede and wrapped around the top of my bottle (because I hate having headlamps on my head when it's still light out) was no longer there.</div>
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A Tanaka-Hundred is not complete without some bonus miles. I turned around with much apprehension-- the single-track was quite narrow with the thick vegetation on both sides. Quite possibly some plant had knocked it off, which would mean that it was lying hidden from view under the foliage. How far should I backtrack? How slowly should I run so as to minimize the chances of not missing it? If I gave up, would some volunteer have a light I could borrow for the tunnel, or would I have to await and tag along with another runner?</div>
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The next stretch to Olallie Meadows was more uphill and technical and less runnable than the previous. I thought it funny that I didn't readily remember the gorgeous waterfall fed by <a href="http://www.wta.org/go-hiking/hikes/mirror-lake-1" target="_blank">Mirror Lake</a> from running the same course just two years earlier. This course offers so much variety-- perhaps one pass doesn't allow you to absorb it all.</div>
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The culinary highlight of the course came at Olallie Meadows-- freshly made pirogis! After too many PB'n'J quarters, fruit and sports drink, these really hit the spot. I downed two and carried one to go. Since 2009 was the first of two years the tunnel was closed and runners took a painful detour up and down a ski slope, this stretch was new to me.</div>
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Downhill for three miles-- initially fun single-track, but this converted to this awful, never-ending fire road covered with small, ankle-threatening rocks. Then ribbons led into thick forest with a steep slope and loose dirt. There was were these ropes or wires that I had to crawl under twice as I slid down maybe 100 feet. </div>
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As I entered the dank, dark tunnel, I thought to turn off the music. I was feeling a little tired. Indeed turning off my headlamp resulted in complete and utter darkness. I was warned by another ultrarunner on facebook that the tunnel was exciting for about two minutes, then it turned into just a lot of flat running in the dark. I was thinking that I would be able to appreciate the sensory-deprived experience for what it was.</div>
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"Hey runner! I'm coming after you! I'm fucking going to kill you and chop you up! I'm a crazy serial killer! I've love murdering runners! You can't fucking outrun me!"</div>
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So do I REALLY think this guy was going to chop me up and kill me? If I were to bet money on it, no. But, the kid was crazy, maybe on drugs, obviously, and his idea of fun MIGHT actually involve bodily harm to others. I was exhausted and alone, and years since I last practiced martial arts, and so I was feeling nervous....</div>
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I had developed an intolerance to sports drink, and switched to water (this has happened to me in several 100 milers). The potato soup at Hyak was so good, I had three cups of it. On the seven mile stretch to the next aid station, the saltiness of the soup made me increasingly thirsty, and, after my bottle ran out, increasingly nauseated.</div>
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I came more prepared for the Trail from Hell (Lake Kachess to Mineral Creek). I remembered if unsure about where to go, to turn right, though this was more clearly marked this year apparently. I also carried my handheld light in addition to my headlamp this year. This definitely made the trail less dangerous, and I didn't stub my toe once, whereas two years ago my feet got bruised from all the roots and rocks I hit. Also I didn't slide out of control like I did my first time. Nonetheless, I didn't get through this section THAT much faster, accounting for my bonus miles second-guessing myself and backtracking the first time.</div>
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My new goal was to try to break 24 hours. I remembered the last time leaving No Name station with my headlamp and only a few minutes later wishing I'd left it in my drop bag. This year I was still feeling it was necessary or longer, though I could have done away with the handheld. Since I finished almost half an hour over 24 hours last time, I figured I could make 24 hours if I kept working and nothing bad happened. I did calculations in my head based on my split pace, the time and the estimated mileage left.</div>
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I ran into and passed Keith Knipling again right before the descent. Earlier when he passed me (can't remember when), he didn't believe me when I told him we could make 24 hours, but now he realized I was right-- and all gung-ho about cracking it. (He ended up being to last to make that cut-off, at 23:48). By the way, there is no 24-hour buckle, so it's only a virtual special honor.</div>
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I had a volunteer take a staged picture of giving of RD Charlie Crissman handing me my finisher's buckle. Unfortunately, the iPhone camera is a little tricky and in my exhausted and exuberant daze, I forgot to check to see if it took. It didn't. Oh well, guess I'll have to sign up for the race again and run those 100 miles again to get that photo with the RD! (And then you'll have to wait another two years to read my report....)</div>
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I was, as usual unpaced and uncrewed. Volunteers, you were my lifeblood. Thank you so much!<br />
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To avoid the almost-missed flight disaster, I booked to return Monday rather than Sunday, so saw a friend from my emergency medicine residency and her family at their new house.</div>
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I first ran this August race on the Inside Trail calendar last year. It was a great time. The course had single track meandering along a creek, fast fire road, about 1 1/2 of sand near the top of the initial ascent (repeated once for the 50k), a short fast section of pavement, trails in or next to the UC Santa Cruz campus, and the most memorable part-- a crossing of the San Lorenzo River (done four times for the 50k). These pics of our river crossing were well worth any pain and suffering any of us might have endured. I can't figure out why #607 (Nils Eastburg from Michigan running the 30k race) put on his sunglasses to cross the river.</div>
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I thought this would would a fast course, but it took me 5:12:50, which is barely faster than my 2nd fastest time doing the much harder Ohlone Wilderness 50k (2006). Still 3rd overall and 1st age group.<br />
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I couldn't stay too long, since I had to drive back to the East Bay and pick up my family at the airport, but had more than an hour to hang out. I hadn't seen them in two weeks. The next year (this year, 2013) I would be away from them four weeks, but they would fly back the weekend before this race.<br />
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<b>this year</b><br />
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My work schedule wasn't too bad, but I had been sleeping badly. I was literally yawning once or twice a minute most of the 75 minute drive to Felton near Santa Cruz.<br />
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I switched socks at the last minute, so in the last seconds, had to retie my shoes and reattach my gaiters</td></tr>
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This was only my 2nd 50k race of the year. It felt really great to run hard. I talked some with two 30k runners, Adam Blum initially before he fell back and Yasushi Saito, before he sped ahead for his finish. Yasushi told me he had finished shortly after me at the Inside Trail Marin Ultra Challenge 50 mile race in June; we hadn't run any stretches together that race, so this was the first time we had talked.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo by Dwight Brown</td></tr>
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Allen Lucas (above) doing the half marathon as always was nice to take pictures of me. The first time he saw me, he told me no one had come by ahead of me. I told him I was sure I wasn't in first.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">even if I was running so fast I was a blur<br />
though I think maybe had a little to do with being overcast all morning and lots of tree cover</td></tr>
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The second time after I hit the 30k mark at the start/finish area, I told him maybe he was right, though I suspected there was at least someone ahead of me, and so far ahead of me that I our paths hadn't crossed. Around mile 25, the guy who was winning came back after finishing the lollipop we did twice.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the two guys who beat me, left to right<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">2nd overall: Jay Thomson of Santa Cruz, 48 minutes ahead;</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">1st overall: Jacob Singleton of Socal after recently moving from Virginia, over an hour ahead<br />and beat Chris Wehan's (last year's winner's) time by 50 seconds;</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jacob's woman</span></td></tr>
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My legs got progressively stiff the last 10 of so miles. My 9 minute mile pace for the first 30 km slowed quite a bit. Nonetheless, neither of the guys close behind caught me. And I managed (didn't realize this until later) that my 5:12:43 beat last year's time by a mere 7 seconds. I guess you can call that consistency.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the two guys who finished right after me, left to right:<br />
Kevin Thayer of Salinas, 8 minutes behind<br />
Patrick Fulton of Santa Cruz, 7 minutes behind</td></tr>
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I unfortunately didn't have as much time as last year to hang post-race. I had thought I would leave IMMEDIATELY after my race, but my legs informed me that doing so would be a very bad, and potentially dangerous stunt.</div>
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Maybe 20 minutes later (still too short), I asked RD Tim Stahler if there was any special race schwag for coming in 3rd overall. He directed me back to the table where Lauri Abrahamsen was working.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">beloved self-described Grunt at Inside Trail, Lauri A.<br />
My facial expression-- not what you may be thinking.<br />
The first shot I took appetizingly featured half-chewed food in between my teeth, so I reshot with lips sealed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">schwag, including extras for 3rd overall<br />
left out my shoes-- this year I ran in my <a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2013/05/la-sportiva-helios-review.html" target="_blank">La Sportiva Helios</a></td></tr>
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My caffeine wearing off, I yawned frequently driving to my older son's soccer tournament.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">soccer tournament Redwood City an hour after I drove out of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park<br />
my son's team won!</td></tr>
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It was a tough couple of flights. I felt similar to how I feel after a first of a series of overnight shifts. Since the day-night-day started with running, it also felt like a 100-miler in which I did some napping</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During the 2 hour layover in Detroit, after 3:45 in the first plane.<br />
It would have been better to have a flight lasting longer than my run.<br />
Delta managed to send two of our suitcases to the wrong city, and then told us the 5 pm expected arrival time was too late to have a driver deliver it to our rental home. </td></tr>
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GPS recordings:<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/206677835" target="_blank">2012</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352944062" target="_blank">2013</a> (my Garmin Forerunner 205 malfunctioned and only recorded 6.75 miles, so see 2012 for the course)<br />
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results:<br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2012/Santa_Cruz_50K.htm" target="_blank">2012</a><br />
<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/wp-content/themes/insidetrail/results/2013/ITR%20Santa%20Cruz%202013%2050K%20Overall.htm" target="_blank">2013</a><br />
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apparently it comes right through the main aid station<br />
50k runners go through 4 times<br />
photo by Dwight Brown<br />
presumably a volunteer at the aid station<br />
Thanks, Dwight, and all your felllow volunteers!</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.insidetrail.com/ai1ec_event/santa-cruz-trail-run/" target="_blank">website</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 days later, after finally getting some sleep<br />
Acadia National Park in Maine<br />
technical climb up Mt. Gorham with family</td></tr>
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-26744353190072666192013-08-01T07:32:00.001-07:002013-08-01T07:35:23.896-07:00Angeles Crest Death March<b>Angeles Crest 100 Mile Endurance Run</b><br />
<b>Saturday-Sunday 21-22 July 2012</b><br />
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Having added bonus mileage the <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/paced-and-almost-self-disgraced-at-2010.html" target="_blank">first time I ran AC100</a> and still (barely) finishing under 24 hours, I figured that I had another good shot at the under one-day buckle again, even if I ran an hour more slowly the second time.<br />
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drive down:<br />
<a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/paced-and-almost-self-disgraced-at-2010.html" target="_blank">2010</a>-- with Jon Gunderson, an AC veteran, his wife, Wilma and his friend who was going to help crew and pace him some. race report<br />
2012-- with Toshi Hosaka, an AC rookie, his wife Judy, and no additional friend<br />
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So the official drop bag deadline is noon. I haven't yet encountered another 100 mile race that makes you drop your bags off so %*#$@! early.<br />
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What this means is that for those traveling, including those coming from the Bay Area, we have to leave early in the morning. One I could try to preempt this by flying and renting a car, but besides cost, this is a point-to-point race, so that becomes logistically complicated since I would have to get someone to drive the car from start to finish. It is greener and more fun to carpool.<br />
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Toshi suggested 3:30 AM originally as a pick-up time at my (old) house, 15 minutes from where I live. I bargain-texted him to 4 AM. They were running late, during which time I moved touch up paint cans that I had been using around the house to the garage.<br />
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I slept a little on the way down.<br />
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cheap and convenient-- blocks from the start</td></tr>
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It is always dark at the start. Having finished 10th two years ago despite major bonus mileage, I felt hanging near the front with the fast boys and girls at least for the pictures was appropriate...<br />
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Okay, after all those pre-race pictures, almost none of me on the course, since I didn't carry a camera.<br />
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My race in a few paragraphs:<br />
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I paced things, made sure I didn't go out too fast, remembered the spots where I second-guessed myself the year before and added bonus backtracking mileage. I was maybe 30 minutes off last year's pace around the half way mark. I ran out of water twice, first during the 12 mile stretch from mile 14 (Vincent Gap) to 26 (Islip Saddle), which took me almost three hours. I should have planted a hydration pack, but I guess I was lucky enough to have noticed the length of the stretch the previous day when drop bags were due-- at least I planted another bottle the last minute. Duh-- do your prerace homework!) The other was the Eagle's Roost to Cloudburst Summit split in the 30's that was two miles longer than I had expected-- I stupidly chose not to stop at a water fountain at the campground about a 1/3 into the split.<br />
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I was already starting to decelerate the latter part of the 3rd quarter, dropping from 31st place at mile 59 (Shortcut Saddle) to 47th place by mile 75 (Chantry Flat).<br />
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At Chantry I was approached by this guy I had never met before, looking to pace someone. After last years navigational problems and knowing that I would have to work hard to maybe beat 24 hours, I gladly accepted, though I did warn him I had been slowing down. His name is really long, but he told me to call him Von.<br />
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Soon after we started running, I started to get the sleepies. I believe I downed whatever caffeinated gels or blocks I had on me. But things started getting worse. During the climb up to Mt. Wilson during the first few miles after the aid station), I started swerving and faltering. By the time we finally reached the summit, I was so out of it, I had to lie down on a bench.<br />
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I must have apologized a million times-- although Von was altruistically looking to help a runner get to the finish, I also knew he was also planning on getting a decent nighttime workout. Flashback to <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2009/10/fourth-quarter-slow-down-from.html" target="_blank">my first Headlands Hundred</a>, when Jonathan Gunderson impromptu started pacing me at mile 75, and then I soon crumped. I kept telling Von he could go ahead or find someone else to pace if I was moving too slowly, but he stuck with me. Let's be superstitious-- maybe it is a curse. Either I need to actively seek pacing help ahead of time, or, if you want to ever offer to pace me, I suggest we start anywhere EXCEPT mile 75, or do so at your own risk....<br />
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The one thing nice about my falling apart like that-- we got to see that whole final section of the course in the daylight. Two years earlier I ran it all in the dark. There is some sweet, kick-ass scenery we enjoyed. It did get hot too. So Von, if he didn't get to practice running in the dark, did get some heat training.<br />
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By the way, Von is running his first AC100 this weekend. Buena suerte, amigo!<br />
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I was able to pick up the pace a bit and pass several runners for a net gain of 9 places during the last 10 miles, but still almost 7 hours slower than my first time.<br />
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Here are my split times (clock time) and overall place.<a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/MAP/41.htm" target="_blank"><br />link from my split page from the live webcast site</a><br />
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<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?0" style="text-decoration: none;">Wrightwood</a></td><td><br /></td><td>05:00</td><td><br /></td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?1" style="text-decoration: none;">Inspiration Point</a></td><td>06:57</td><td>06:57</td><td>30</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?2" style="text-decoration: none;">Vincent Gap</a></td><td>07:44</td><td>07:48</td><td>33</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?3" style="text-decoration: none;">Islip Saddle</a></td><td>10:42</td><td>10:47</td><td>39</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?4" style="text-decoration: none;">Eagles Roost</a></td><td>11:49</td><td>11:57</td><td>38</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?5" style="text-decoration: none;">Cloudburst Summit</a></td><td>14:00</td><td>14:06</td><td>34</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?6" style="text-decoration: none;">Three Points</a></td><td>15:08</td><td>15:14</td><td>33</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?7" style="text-decoration: none;">Mount Hillyer Trail</a></td><td>16:37</td><td>16:47</td><td>31</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?8" style="text-decoration: none;">Chilao</a></td><td>17:50</td><td>18:08</td><td>32</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?9" style="text-decoration: none;">Shortcut Saddle</a></td><td>19:56</td><td>20:15</td><td>31</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?10" style="text-decoration: none;">Newcomb Pass</a></td><td>22:46</td><td>23:36</td><td>44</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?11" style="text-decoration: none;">Chantry Flat</a></td><td>01:33</td><td>02:06</td><td>47</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?12" style="text-decoration: none;">Idlehour Trail</a></td><td>06:14</td><td>06:20</td><td>54</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?13" style="text-decoration: none;">Sam Merrill Trail</a></td><td>08:36</td><td>09:02</td><td>62</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?14" style="text-decoration: none;">Millard Canyon</a></td><td>10:40</td><td>10:45</td><td>58</td></tr>
<tr><td><a href="http://scrrba.org/ac100/index.htm?15" style="text-decoration: none;">Finish</a></td><td>11:44:42</td><td><br /></td><td>53<br />
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The other advantage of running crappily the second time around-- I get a different buckle for my collection.<br />
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Hey, I guess I DID get the bighorn sheep on a buckle that they don't give you at Bighorn 100. Nonetheless, I will put my name in for Hardrock 100 again this winter.<br />
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drive back:<br />
<a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/paced-and-almost-self-disgraced-at-2010.html" target="_blank">2010</a>: brunch with Billy Yang, who dropped me off at Burbank Airport, flew into Sacramento, picked up by wife, week with friends at Tahoe (race by the way, was at the end of August that year. dates keep getting moved)<br />
2012: family in the Midwest for the month, so no rush to get back. drove back with Toshi and Judy.<br />
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Toshi and Judy wanted to catch some dumplings so we ended up going to a Taiwanese/Shanghainese place in Arcadia, Din Tai Fung. Toshi had killed his AC100 debut, despite not being able to keep ANYTHING down for the last 25 mile, still coming in 6th (literally holding hands with Jimmy Dean Freeman, wearing black cap in photo below.)<br />
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This most awesome effort took its toll. Toshi was still feeling sick and nauseated as we sat down.<br />
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As the 53rd finisher (30:44), I told him to toughen up and smile for the damn camera and eat something. The food was awesome! Really hit the spot.<br />
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-30772232969944323992013-07-25T13:06:00.001-07:002013-08-01T07:37:57.400-07:00Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile #4 -- Things Warm Up a Bit...<b>Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run</b><br />
<b>Saturday-Sunday 20-21 July 2013</b><br />
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I came in and out of the Spooner Lake start/finish/50 mile aid station a few minutes before 4 pm (11 hours) feeling pretty optimistic-- if things continued to go well, I could finish under 24 hours, and maybe even beat my 2010 race PR. Night was coming-- things were going to cool down. I felt like I was running smartly and conservatively, having avoided "racing" anyone all day, saving my quads by not hammering the downhills, drinking and eating enough, dousing my sleeves, putting ice in my cap, even applying sunscreen on my shoulders, exposed with the new La Sportiva tank top uniform the last race (Inside Trail Marin Ultra Challenge 50 mile).<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">saw them often first half, intentionally running close together,</span><br />
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When I felt really hot, I backed off, allowing a few extra minutes compared to my 2010 splits. Although the previous week I had not been able to run due to a post-John Muir Trail speed hike groin strain, that same week pushing my limits at high altitude had to have been worth something.<br />
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<b>Pre-Race Acclimitazation Effort</b><br />
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In a few stretches, I had been able to cut some of my times-- I attributed this largely to the extra night I spent at altitude. </blockquote>
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Normally I come up to Tahoe the day before the race, and then more often than not sleep in Carson City, which is below 5000 feet elevation. This year, I got off my ED shift before 3, drove up to Carson Pass near Kirkwood Ski Resort on Highway 88. </blockquote>
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<i>Mental note: when you buy a pint of B&J's chocolate ice cream at 2000 feet and take it to 7000 feet and open it when you are stopped for road work, the melted ice cream on the top will explode and splatter all over your face, work scrubs and car seats and dashboard, which sucks though in a funny kind of way since it's not like you have to go to an emergency department. Don't try this in your own car! </i></blockquote>
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Three first-come first-served campsites on my list were full. As it grew dark, in a pinch, I parked in an overflow parking lot in the mid 7000s, and just set up my tent. Told tell the rangers!</blockquote>
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The next day I drove up to the pass (mid-8000s) and studied an emergency medicine board review book (though not due until next year, I might take the recertification exam this September. Which is another reason I should stop trying to blog...) I read all morning by this rock</blockquote>
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That evening I slept at Zephyr Cove campground by the lake. Probably the extra 1500 feet altitude compared to Carson City was not worth the hassle and legwork of a long uphill hike to the campsite and the noise on a Friday night (ear plugs helped a bit).</blockquote>
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I woke up at 2 am and never got back to sleep, so knew I might get sleepy running the next night. But during that first day, it was obvious that I was spared the previously inevitable altitude sickness including the pounding headache I usually get whenever I try to run at this altitude races, or even power walk above 7500 feet. </blockquote>
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So anyway, after getting in and out of the 50 mile Spooner Lake aid station fast (thanks including to Quicksilver Ultrarunning Teammate John Burton, who was crewing his wife Amy, at that time behind me), I headed out and toward Hobart still optimistic. It is easy to underestimate this climb, probably because the 1st time runners do it, they are all fresh at the start of the race. But it is almost 7 miles, with per my Forerunner, 1788 feet gain and 452 feet loss.<br />
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My 24 ounce bottle quickly ran dry. I was going to pick up my Ultimate Direction Wasp hydration pack at Hobart, whoops-- one aid station too late. A couple of the 6-7 runners who passed me this stretch offered me some water they could spare. I used to worry this was a form of muling that might disqualify me, but no longer sweat it, and besides, I am always at a disadvantage being unpaced and uncrewed. It took me 2:07 to get to Hobart, compared to 1:21the first time.<br />
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Then it took me another full half hour to recover-- rehydrate, refuel (gels or food can't help you when you are out of liquid) at Hobart.<br />
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The next splits were all disproportionately slower: 84 versus 1st time 53 minutes to Tunnel Creek over Marlette Peak, 2 hours versus 1:15 for the Red House Loop. Back at Tunnel Creek I spent more than half an hour trying to eat again. I thought of lying down for a nap, but the food I forced into my stomach would reflux when I laid down and there was too much noise including loud music (a great mental boost otherwise) to really sleep.<br />
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Going out to Bull Wheel, a section I did faster this morning than when I sub-24ed in 2010, I really got the sleepies. Caffeine didn't help. I started swerving, would lean against trees or rocks and close my eyes for a few seconds, and several times, laid down on rocks, using my Wasp pack as a pillow for a few minutes, until I started getting cold or attacked by bugs.<br />
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When I was up, anything resembled running made me nauseated, and this was something that couldn't be medicated away by ginger or any medications.<br />
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<b>Brief Update Regarding My Thoughts About the Need to Sleep and Ultrarunning</b> </blockquote>
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In addition to how much sleep you get the nights before a race, the other factor is what happens during the first day. The heat during the day probably increased the number of people getting the sleepies (and other problems during the night). General consensus was this was the hottest TRT ever.</blockquote>
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Cot space was often in high demand. I think there can also be a delayed effect-- hence, I felt pretty good the whole first 50-mile lap, then deteriorated. There were others who experienced similar, with onsets even later than mine (when it was cooler). </blockquote>
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The caffeine resistant drowsiness, extreme malaise when I tried to run-- both of these were my body deciding to take control: "Okay, I let you get by for 50 miles feeling pretty good, but enough is enough. Stop and rest now. I said now. Okay, you stubborn idiot, you asked for it...."</blockquote>
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By this point, it was clear that even if I could recover, 24 hours was out of the question, and even the thought of pushing things to make 30 hours (the next tier buckle) increased my nausea.<br />
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I tried to sleep on cots at both Bull Wheel spending almost 40 minutes there. I thought this would renew me enough that the sleepiness would go away, but away a slow descent to Diamond Peak, I repeated the process.<br />
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Total time from Spooner (mile 50) to Diamond Peak (80) including my nap there : 11 hours 45 minutes (compared to less than 11 hours for the first 50 miles). This was starting to resemble my first TRT 100 in 2006, when I finished DFL.<br />
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I had my Black Diamond Z-poles, one of them half destroyed when I slipped while going over scree next to a mountain stream while speed-hiking the John Muir Trail a couple of week earlier. This helped my legs, though I still continued to get passed. I started to see runners heading back down the other way -- dropping out of the race after 80 to 90 miles (!) Most of them without the limp of the maimed. Looking back down, the setting moon was the color of a blood orange, reflected in Lake Tahoe. Although not obvious at the time, all the suffering of the past 30 miles was probably worth those views.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I couldn't find one with mountains on the horizon. The moon I enjoyed everytime I looked back was better!</span></div>
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Things stayed tough, but I didn't take any more naps the last 20 miles-- it helped that the sun came up. I still needed maximal aid station help. There were many volunteers at the aid stations I can't thank enough (and many of whose names I can't remember, except for a Daniela, thanks so much too). You were all great! As an unpaced, uncrewed runner, I rely on you all, and even more so when I deteriorate. xoxoxo<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">with Tunnel Creek volunteers </span><a aria-haspopup="true" aria-owns="js_81" data-ft="{"tn":"\u0040"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=572449803&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3Anull%2C%22viewer_id%22%3A656130829%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/badkitty30?viewer_id=656130829" id="js_82" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Kelly Haston</a> <span style="font-size: x-small;">and <a aria-haspopup="true" aria-owns="js_77" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1566564831&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3Anull%2C%22viewer_id%22%3A656130829%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/noe.castanon.52?viewer_id=656130829" id="js_78" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Noé Castañón</a> at the finish</span></div>
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Tiered awards are a good thing-- something to shoot for. During the night, I thought the 30-hour silver medallion buckle might be too hard to reach, but by the time I got up to Snow Valley, I took the luxury of finishing off some mango sorbet the volunteer Boy Scouts offered me, and was able to make it in with 25 minutes to spare (60th overall, 29:35:29).<br />
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/346345169" target="_blank">miles 50-80</a><br />
miles 80-100 must wait an anticipated new computer purchase in September, since my current one can't handle the Forerunner 310XT software<br />
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<a href="http://www.ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=18413" target="_blank">official results</a><br />
Note, since not in the results: There were exactly <b>200 starters</b> in the 100 mile race, so a 59% finish rate, the lowest in the event's history.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Giving eventual 100 mile overall champion Bob Shebest some valuable advice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">If you get to talk with me right the start of one of these things, you be way lucky and might win too.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.ultralive.net/trt100/webcast.php" target="_blank">ultralive.net webcast</a> (can view splits by runner or aid station, includes a list of starters-- I suspect this link won't work forever)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">with Ray Sanchez, pre-race. </span></div>
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Ray was nice enough to tell me during the race that I was one of two people he really respected.I can't remember the name of the other guy he mentioned, and the reason I made his list made no sense to me, but hey, thanks, Ray! So to mention respect, Ray continues to earn mine, having just finished Badwater a few days ago</blockquote>
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Meanwhile, Tetsuro Ogata, had just completed Hardrock last week.</div>
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<i>Sugoi!</i> as they say in my ancestral land.</div>
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See you back in the states sometime next year!</div>
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Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-41862510308284069162013-07-24T08:40:00.003-07:002014-07-06T16:13:49.104-07:00Bighorn 100-- Cold, Mud, Miracle Drugs, and a Dud Wearing Pink Underwear Who Stole My Shtuff<h1 id="website-title" style="background-color: #004a4a; background-image: url(http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/images/ic_059_title_bg_wide.png); background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 80px 0px 10px 15px; width: 748px;">
Bighorn Mountain Wild and Scenic 100 Mile Trail Run</h1>
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<b>Friday-Saturday, 15-16 June 2012</b><br />
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Bighorn was my 2012 didn't-get-into-Western-States-again consolation run. I had heard vague great things about the race, it was the 20th anniversary run, and they offered an early entry option in which you send them a self-addressed-stamped-envelope. Plus, the Friday start salvages some of my weekend. My family (my siblings and parents) had taken a trip to Jackson Hole and the Tetons the previous summer, which was stunningly gorgeous. This race was kind of nearby, so I would get a broader geographic view of western Wyoming's scenery. I signed up.<br />
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Given the somewhat remote location, flights weren't cheap. Sheridan, WY (30 minutes) for $500; Billings, MT (2 hours) for $400. I went cheaper only because I could get home earlier Sunday morning. There were no Saturday return flights that I could definitely make. I didn't want to get home too late-- movers had transported our big furniture just a week prior, and my parents were arriving from the Midwest the day I flew out to help us settle in to our new house.<br />
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Packet pickup was in Sheridan, which was smaller than I'd expected. Really a very small town.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">the one bike rack in Cheyenne. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">alright maybe not, but I heard on NPR since there are only 2 escalators in the entire state.</span></div>
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A few days before, the weather forecast for the area was scattered Thunderstorms, chance of rain 60%.<br />
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I left my drop bags with this nice family of volunteers set up in an alleyway. I was told the course could get cold, colder than I had expected.<br />
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As I discussed the weather, Brian Kamm, from Salt Lake City (with whom I ran briefly with at Zion before he went ahead, finishing several hours faster) lent me some cheap gloves, which I much appreciated.<br />
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At the pre-race dinner at a spaghetti restaurant, I ran into some Japanese friends. In 2005 I had run several miles with the woman to my right, Yukiko Nishide who lives in New York at the Crater Lake Marathon.<br />
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You may have already heard about them by now-- Liz Bauer and Scott Brockmeier, were both on their way to breaking Monica Scholz's record for the most 100-mile run completed in a year. Scott himself was going to finish 27, but Liz was ahead of him and would set the new record of 36. Fascinating chat. Incredible accomplishment/s. <a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2013/01/werunfar-liz-bauer-and-scott-brockmeier.html" target="_blank">blog posting about them after they finished on iRunFar.com</a><br />
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I dislike late starts--11 am-- ouch! At the pre-race meeting that morning, we were told it would get REALLY REALLY COLD at night around the turnaround, and that we should have decent rain gear in our drop bags.<br />
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Unfortunately, our drop bags had been due and turned in the evening before. I don't think this is emphasized enough on the website. Thanks for telling me!<br />
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Being skinny and easily chilled, I scrambled to figure out my options. I was advised to carry a garbage bag from the start, but this seemed a bit ridiculous to do for 30-50 miles.<br />
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Getting to the start was random and fun--runners piling into cars driven my nice volunteers and crews-- everyone got there in the end.</div>
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The course was pretty, the air was thin. Luckily it didn't rain on us, especially before I could get to my jacket (though not waterproof). <br />
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I took a wrong turn shortly after leaving Cow Camp, mile 19.5, but fortunately others shouted at me before I put too much bonus on. Over the next few miles there were supposed to be springs with drinkable water, but I missed most of them.<br />
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At around mile 40 as the sun set on me, the course got muddy and wet. VERY. The many course veterans told me that this was a good year though-- this mud was nothing--- usually the bad mud starts around mile 25 or 30. I was more impressed by the times cranked out in prior races.<br />
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I was warned by Keith Blom on facebook pre-race about the turnaround 50 mile aid station, Porcupine:<br />
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So true. I spent a fair amount of time at there, a building with heat. But I had to head back. I put on everything I could but was still chilling. One mile after heading back after the turnaround, at the Devil's Canyon Road this pacer took pity on me and lent me (gave me) his knit cap and gloves. You saved me, Jeremy! Thanks, again!</div>
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The sun came up, I somehow managed to become less sleepy (no lying in cots this race), but I developed knee pain that I'd never experiences before. Not ITB. Weird-- it hurt too much to run on the flats, and was easier to run downhills. Even in a hilly trail race there is enough flat stretches that this sort of problem will kill you.<br />
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I think I suffered through this for more than 10-15 miles, and got passed by many many people.<br />
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Finally, at an aid station, I asked for drugs-- some volunteers had ibuprofen, I think I took 800 mg. Yes, it's potentially risky to take non-steroidal anti-inflammatories during a race, but I was hydrating and peeing well, hardly working near my max, and as a doctor, I told myself it was damn well okay.<br />
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I see all these patients in the ER who are addicted to narcotics for their real or purportedly and dubious real chronic pain problems who tell me that ibuprofen does nothing for their pain ("I need Vicodin/Norco/Percocet/Dilaudid... "). But for clean "just say no to drugs" me, ibuprofen is a MIRACLE DRUG.<br />
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Within 30 minutes, I was running again. The shit works. Duh.<br />
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At Dry Fork Ridge aid station, mile 82.5, there was a flurry of people as numerous runners from many of the shorter races that started Saturday converged at this aid station (and not at the previous ones). I got weighed, ate lots of avocado and a pizza slice (perhaps my first in a race since Headlands Hundred, when I got sick soon after eating one, and feared the lactose of pizza was the cause-- since my GI tract didn't revolt, I guess it wasn't. Yet I'm still hesitant to eat too much pizza during these races.)<br />
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In my exhausted state, worries about getting home safely and drop bag return anxiety increased. I worried that my drop bags wouldn't get back to the race finish until late, which would delay my 2-hour drive to Billings, cutting into my sleep before having to wake up butt-early for my early morning flight back home. So I thought I would ask someone crewing another runner who was returning to the finish.<br />
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Volunteers asked around for me and found a guy, I think wearing hot pink girls panties over his shorts. This should have wet off a warning light in my brain, but after 82.5 miles, it wasn't working too well. I tried to talk to him, but he was talking with his pacee (apparently he was also pacing), so he had me wait a couple of minutes before I made my request. He agreed to get take my bag to the finish.<br />
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Next aid station, Upper Sheep, mile 87.5, they served boiled shrimp. Tasted amazing. I started chowing down on them, until I felt I was pushing it.<br />
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From there was an ascent, and then the next 5 miles or so was all downhill. Since I had been running so slowly due to the knee pain and altitude, my felt remarkable good. The air felt wonderfully thick and oxygenated. I acclerrated down the hill, and felt like I was running as fast as I would on a 2-3 hour training run. I passed tons of people. It felt good.<br />
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The Tongue River Canyon looked more gorgeous on the return than it had the previous day on the outbound. What a great finish.<br />
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However, the last 4-5 miles of the race took us from the start point to the pre-race and finish area--pavement. Ugh. But flat. I caught up with a 50 mile runner, Andy (Pearson, Boulder, Colorado, but moving to Santa Monica, California). I started talking with him, and maybe he convinced me to try to stay with him. Since I had been passing tons of people and feeling on the upswing, I took him up on this, and really pushed it. Having been running for 19 hours longer than he, this was so painful.<br />
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Popped ginger since the pace was getting me nauseated. An aid station had popsicles, I think I had motor problems trying to eat it.<br />
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So, however unimpressive my overall time and place may seem (28:52:59, 60th overall), at least finished strong-- with the guy who placed 15th overall in the 50 mile race. For the last 10 miles of this race, I ran like a badass. Thanks for the painful pacing, Andy! <br />
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Andy and I have ended up running several of the same races since then-- so now I finally recognize him. Usually he kicks my butt, but not always.<br />
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So I got to the finish, and my drop bag wasn't there. I kept looking, but I couldn't find it, and it never showed up (I emailed the race directors several time). So unexpected at an ultra, and so disappointing. I lost:<br />
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<li>my 2009 deep yellow/orange Sportiva jacket-- although I've gotten a couple of others, the new company's jackets don't breathe, so I can't/don't wear them while racing. This also had two pockets. It was a great to stick in a 100 mile race drop bags. You need to plant more than one, since it is hard to predict when it will get cold enough.</li>
<li>a pair of clean tech socks</li>
<li>the gloves that Jeremy lent me above (I guess he didn't really need them back, but...)</li>
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The worst thing was the drop bags from that mile 82.5 Dry Fork Ridge aid station got to the finish within an hour after I finished. Ouch! Lesson learned. 1. Don't trust skittish pacers wearing hot pink underwear over their running shorts. or, 2. Just wait for the damn drop bag.<br />
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At least the shwag was good. The yellow jacket has a light running along the sleeves you can turn off and on.<br />
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I made it back to Billings with only 2 stops without killing myself or anyone else-- to find my reservation at the hotel, which I booked through hotels.com, wasn't there. The hotel manager told me he hates that website, implicitly comparing them to the mafia. Lesson: never book through hotels.com, but directly through the hotel.<br />
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GPS recordings:<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/190201601" target="_blank">part 1, first 32+ miles</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/190201721" target="_blank">part 2, middle 29+ miles</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/190201547" target="_blank">part 3, last 27+ miles</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/images/BHTR2012100MOverall620.pdf" target="_blank">results (100 mile race)</a><br />
<a href="http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/images/100M_Out_Splits.pdf" target="_blank">out splits</a><br />
<a href="http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/images/100M_In_Splits.pdf" target="_blank">in splits including finish</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/" target="_blank">website</a><br />
<br />Mark Tanaka (Ultrailnakaman)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506740152878287937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942366064716917702.post-75492203666748325612013-07-23T00:07:00.000-07:002013-07-23T15:02:40.849-07:00Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile #3-- Sh*t Happens Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<b>Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run, July 16-17, 2011</b></div>
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(Was gonna start on this year's TRT race report, when I realized I needed to finish and publish the one for two years ago.)</div>
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I drove up with Baldwyn Chieh (running the 50 mile) and Joe Swenson (in the 100 mile with me). </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Dinner was at the Olive Garden in Carson City with several of my Quicksilver Ultrarunning teammates, some of whom I met then for the first time. I never realized how popular some of these chain places were. There was this line going out the door. Luckily, a few of us had left early to stake out a table. These are a great bunch of runners. If I lived in Silicon Valley and had a normal schedule, I would hang out with them more often. We would sweep team wins in all divisions of the Pacific Association of the USATF Ultra Grand Prix.</span></div>
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One slope the most obvious option was to sit on your butt and slide down. Fine when it was soft in the daytime, but probably not so fun if not downright treacherous when it froze over at night. Fortunately a few dedicated volunteers had dug out steps in the slopes for us to use (though it still required much caution.)<br />
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Things started pretty well. My altitude headache wasn't too bad. I was thinking this might be another sub-24 year.<br />
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Early in the race, I ended up running a while with Jen Benna. She (and later I would learn several others) had read my 2010 race report and studied my GPS recordings with the goal of sub-24ing. It blew my mind that she was still lactating her infant daughter, and was going to pump her breasts on a few uphills. I wondered: if my breasts were overflowing with milk, would I be able to run nearly this fast? <br />
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Even two years later, I still don't know the answer to this question...<br />
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Once out of the Red House Loop, I started to really feel the altitude and I just couldn't keep up with her. I need to come up with a term that conveys that this isn't just being chicked, but chicked by lactating woman pumping her breasts while racing. "Lactochicked?" She made a pretty decent charge for 1st place, finishing 2nd only to my Quicksilver teammate Bree Lambert, who was not lactating.<br />
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<a href="http://www.jenbenna.com/?p=322" target="_blank">Jen's race report</a><br />
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Having been dumped by Jen, I tried to be a guy and just hang out with guys, but with my midday outfit I looked too dorky, so got abandoned by all fellow dudes too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(I think) this was Matthew Schmidt, who would sub-24, on our way out of Diamond Peak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Major fashion offense in order to protect my skin.<br />
I hope my wife never sees this.<br />
She would be so embarrassed and never let me run again.<br />
Or leave me for good.<br />
I have worked on this since.<br />
Really.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My third outfit above Marlette Lake, as the sun and temperatures started to dip, by Baldwyn Chieh</td></tr>
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All the snow and rain meant lots of puddles and wet feet. Since not so warm, I changed shoes before and after 2nd Red House Loop.</div>
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At Diamond Peak the second time, I realized there was no way in hell I would make 24 hours, so I decided to take care of some blisters forming, probably due to running with soaked feet, and sliding around on ice and snow. There was a volunteer podiatrist who taped me up. I forgot the doc's name. He was awesome. It was well worth the time.<br />
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Then I asked where the bathrooms were, and people there pointed me up this seemingly long flight of stairs. I went up, minding the bonus elevation that wasn't getting me any closer to the finish. After trying to use the toilet, I went out and noticed the elevator. Mental note-- don't take the stairs next time.<br />
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Okay, this next part is kind of gross, so if you don't want to be grossed out, skip the next paragraph.<br />
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Soon after I left Diamond Peak before the really steep part of the ski slope, I felt like I had to pass some gas, but when I did, runny fecal liquid shot out all over my shorts. Was this a leftover from my <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/05/runs-on-grand-scale-why-my-first-hurt.html" target="_blank">HURT 100 run half a year earlier</a>? It was a huge mess. I looked for leaves or something at the side of the trail to wipe up the mess in my pants, lest I start chafing. Unfortunately it was several miles before I could wipe myself up and sanitize my hands in the portalet at Tunnel Creek aid station.<br />
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Sometime after this fiasco, I then tripped over a branch sticking up from the trail. I was majorly plantar flexed as the stick got caught on the upper on my right <a href="http://www.sportiva.com/products/footwear/mountain-running/raptor" target="_blank">Raptor</a>, ripping a huge hole in it. Would have made continued running quite problematic, but I made it to the next aid station. Another nifty use for duct tape:<br />
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The sunrise while around Marlette Peak was beautiful-- last year I ran these miles in the dark, so consoled myself that my slower pace allowed me appreciate a great view. No camera, so you will have to settle for a much less orange, less pink and less dramatic pic taken by my Quicksilver team leader Greg Lanctot 1-2 hours later.<br />
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Finished more than 3 1/2 hours later than 2010, but still helped my Quicksilver Ultrarunning team with PAUSATF Grand Prix points.</div>
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I suspected that I was the only runner in this universe to have earned all three buckles. Come to think of it, I'm glad I didn't finish under 24 hours again. From top to bottom: sub-35 hour buckle (2006), sub-24 (2010) and sub-30 (2011):<br />
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<a href="http://trtlive.com/live.php?raceid=49&racename=2011_TRT_100_Mile" target="_blank">race results with splits</a> -- men's/overall winner was Jorge Maravilla, whom I met 10 weeks earlier running PCTR's <a href="http://ultrailnaka.blogspot.com/2011/05/sort-of-inaugural-diablo-60k.html" target="_blank">Diablo 60k</a> (which he also won)<br />
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<a href="http://tahoemtnmilers.org/trter/trtindex.html" target="_blank">race website</a><br />
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GPS recordings of my run<br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/100193343" target="_blank">part 1: miles 0-35</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/100193851" target="_blank">part 2: miles 35-70</a><br />
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/100194440" target="_blank">part 3: miles 70-100</a><br />
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Baldwyn drove my Rav most of the way home. I don't remember being jostled by any huge bumps, but....<br />
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The next morning before driving to the BART station for work, I found I had a huge flat, and had to load the kids in the car so their mommy could drive me there. I wasn't quite in the mood to run there (and hadn't left the time anyway.) Nail stuck in there. Thus, adding several hundred dollars in new tires to the value of my silver buckle.<br />
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