Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile #3-- Sh*t Happens Again

Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run, July 16-17, 2011

(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.)

I drove up with Baldwyn Chieh (running the 50 mile) and Joe Swenson (in the 100 mile with me).  

at pre-race check-in in the Carson City main plaza

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.

There was more snow left on the course this July than I'd ever seen before. 

forget whom I stole this photo from, but thanks!

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.)

Things started pretty well.  My altitude headache wasn't too bad.  I was thinking this might be another sub-24 year.

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?

Even two years later, I still don't know the answer to this question...

pretending to lead the way for Jen, photo by Brett Rivers

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.

Jen's race report

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.

(I think) this was Matthew Schmidt, who would sub-24, on our way out of Diamond Peak.

Major fashion offense in order to protect my skin.
I hope my wife never sees this.
She would be so embarrassed and never let me run again.
Or leave me for good.
I have worked on this since.
Really.

My third outfit above Marlette Lake, as the sun and temperatures started to dip, by Baldwyn Chieh

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.

puddle on Red House Loop earlier in the day, by Baldwyn Chieh

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.

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.

Okay, this next part is kind of gross, so if you don't want to be grossed out, skip the next paragraph.

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 HURT 100 run half a year earlier?   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.

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 Raptor, 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:

Fairly new shoes-- thankfully, I am sponsored by La Sportiva.

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.

Finished more than 3 1/2 hours later than 2010, but still helped my Quicksilver Ultrarunning team with PAUSATF Grand Prix points.

Our Quicksilver Running Team finishers:
Jim McGill (who finished DFL this year, continuing the honored tradition I started), me, team coach and cheerleader Greg Lanctot, RCAA female champion Bree Lambert, Harris Goodman, Pierre Couteau, Sean Lang

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):

race results with splits -- men's/overall winner was Jorge Maravilla, whom I met 10 weeks earlier running PCTR's Diablo 60k (which he also won)

race website

GPS recordings of my run
part 1: miles 0-35
part 2: miles 35-70
part 3: miles 70-100

Baldwyn drove my Rav most of the way home.  I don't remember being jostled by any huge bumps, but....

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.

Firetrails 50 #5: The Deceleration Continues

Had it continued to rain Thursday and Friday, the firetrails in Tilden, before and after the turnaround for this year's Firetrails 50 Mile would have sucked-- thick, clumpy mud adding several pounds to each foot.  Luckily the rain we had Monday through Wednesday just softened the trails.  I would have done well with any of my Sportivas, but went with my Wildcats.  Rowr.

Unlike the three 100 mile races during the summer (reports I have yet to finish), nothing too bad or crazy happened this race.  Did not kill myself trying to talk or run with anyone too fast.  I was by my count 16th at the turnaround, but had moved up 8 places the next three splits to Skyline aid station (~mile 37).  Was feeling slightly bad-ass about this, though I suspected those 8 people were just hurting more than I.   Soon I stiffened up enough that 4 people passed me before the end, losing my top-10 spot, and as I later found out, prize schwag I would've nabbed for coming 3rd in the 40-49 male division.

Leapfrogged several times with Quicksilver teammate Pierre-Yves Couteau,

who yet another time this year (lost count), finished before me.

To my credit, I did look back while on the pavement 1.5 miles from the finish and saw someone I recognized as a 50 miler gaining on me (the Golden Hills Marathoners were mixed in with us on most of the return).  I managed enough of a kick to hold him off with just 11 seconds to spare for the prestigious 12th place overall, rather than 13th, which is unlucky unless you are into baking.

No photo of the above end-of-race kick. 

Instead a photo of me being chased by a blue balloon, which at least matches my shirt and gaiters,

into Bort Meadow Aid station (mile 44). 

photo by Baldwyn Chieh

Normally about 2 km after Bort, we get on a winding single track, Cascade Trail, but this year the East Bay Park District had decided it was too storm damaged, so the course rerouted on the fireroads above it,  adding an uphill and a small amount of distance, but making the name of this race, "Firetrails 50" more true to its name by about 1.5 miles.  (map of Chabot)  I had actually offered the RDs to trim the poison oak and other growth on Cascade Trail on Monday, but our fire alarms started beeping in the middle of the night, which required shlepping ladders from the garage up two flights of stairs and a lot of precarious reaching.  So I had to sleep in a little before heading to work, and defer on the trail trimming. This was the beginning of a busy, sleep-deprived work week, further lowering my already low expectations.  At least I didn't snip a bunch of trail foliage that we ended up not running through.

I've also decided that if running this race at the age of 60 in 9 1/2 hours is not a wimpy feat, I can slow down about 6 minutes every year and not be considered to have wimpy feet.  In which case, I am about on target, given my personal course best of 7:24 at the age of 40 (2007 race report: Halloween Horrors) and 7:43 last year (2010 race report: Bodily Fluids).

The only glitch in my schedule of age-deceleration comes from older Quicksilver teammate, Jean Pommier, who seems to get faster as he approaches age 50, and who came virtually tied for 2nd just above 7 hours, killing his own PR.  This is so wrong!  Just for that, I am leaving him out of the next section and not including any pictures of him, even knowing that he stuck a picture that included me in his report.  (I anticipate some public opprobrium for this rudeness.)   Here is his race report, which actually gives you a better description the event, and which despite flying out to Dubai Sunday evening, he managed to crank out the day before mine.

Top Finishers

I usually don't write about top finishers, since this tends to get beaten to death in UltraRunning and other race recaps, sometimes by the top finishers themselves.  But for a change I'm going to put out this report BEFORE, and not MONTHS OR YEARS AFTER UltraRunning comes out.

Dave Mackey won his 3rd Firetrails (set the record last year) and his 5th race all year.  This win was preceded this year by Bandera 100k (course record), American River 50 mile, Miwok 100k (not the course record but in 2008 he got that with the only sub-8 time ever), and Waldo 100k (course record).  All at the age of 41 and while working on his degree as a physicians assistant (PA).  I'm guessing he ran Firetrails at a pace I that maybe I could hold for a 10 km trail run.  Here I am trying unsuccessfully to look cool and fast next to him.

I would've gotten more of the scoop on his run, his year and his family (his wife showed up at the finish with their young kids), but my not-as-young boys had already grown impatient with my incessant small talk.

The portable fences set up as the finish chute make great makeshift soccer goals. 

Luckily a size 3 ball won't fit through the space at the bottom.

Speaking of soccer, my older son's assistant coach Ben Maxwell, finished his first 50 miler, in a solid mid-pack 10 hour finish.  Way to go, Ben!  And thanks for helping teach him real soccer.

Despite a lot of female talent and a lack of such on my end, I managed not get chicked this race.

Top 3 women, left to right:


1st:  Roxanne Woodhouse.  I ran a little with her at the start-- she goes out hard.  She possibly would have chicked me, but she got lost at a poorly marked road crossing at a complex intersection on the return (I even started heading the wrong way, but caught myself.  RD's please take note.)  48 years old, whoa!

2nd:  Jen Benna.  Ran with her at Tahoe Rim Trail 100 mile in July before she put a few minutes (well, actually, a few hours) on me.  (her TRT report)  Her baby recently turned 1.  She didn't mention bringing her breast pump to this race.  More details on this if and when I finish my TRT report.  Her husband's Western States documentary coming out soon.

3rd:  Bree Lambert.  I think she might have been a little disappointed with finish, but she also got off-track and in any case, still top 3.  We are so lucky to have her on our Quicksilver Ultra Running Team.

Speaking of our Quicksilver Team, we may have clinched all divisions of the PAUSATF Ultra Grand Prix competition.   I think I remember from years past when I won the individual Open (30-39) Men's Division, that the winning teams get a paperweight or something similarly amazing and valuable.  Undoubtedly we will give this to our Great Leader, Coach Greg Lanctot, who gave me a Guinness from his cooler.

The fairly steep rise in the race fees under the new management (Norcal Ultras) raised a few eyebrows this year, but at least everyone's family can eat for free.  My kids claimed to have only eaten 3 Smores each. 

 Diane Forrest, post-race picnic volunteer in crime with my kids

Plus the race schwag was pretty good, this from someone with already enough shirts and jackets.  Patagonia x2 and Moeben.  Plus a nice volunteer gave my visible kids a couple of Puffins cereal backpacks.  Thank all you awesome volunteers!

Stand on your head if this bothers you.

(I don't have time to figure out how to invert it.)

race results

race website

Garmin Forerunner recording of my run

race photos by Baldwyn Chieh

my post-race picnic photos