Never Summer & Wasatch: The Year Is Set

Last week I found out I was drawn in the lottery for the Wasatch 100! And with that, my year is set.

I’m sure I’ll run smaller stuff leading up to these two, but these are my top two races of the year. I’ve still been dealing with an ongoing ankle injury from last year’s Run Rabbit Run 100 but I think I’m slowly turning the corner and should be able to start running lightly again soon.

I can’t wait to get after it this year. Two races in the mountains is just what I need.

Anyone else running Wasatch or Never Summer? If so, I hope to see you there!

Greg

Race Recap: The Hitchcock 100

Here’s one way to welcome yourself back to the Midwest: run a 100-miler with 19,000+ feet of gain, in December, while snowing, in Iowa.

That’s exactly what I did this past weekend – and wow, what an “experience” it was.

We arrived in Omaha Friday evening, picked up my packet and grabbed a bite to eat before checking in to a nearby hotel for the night. I slept decent-ish, knowing that I was physically under trained but mentally ready.

Before I knew it the alarm went off and were on our way to the Hitchcock Nature Center for the 5am start.

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Hitchcock consists of 8 loops, each with somewhere near 2,500 ft. of gain. This was my first time running a loop-style 100-mile course so I knew that was going to add a unique element to the race.

Spirits were high as we took off into the still-dark morning. The profile of the 12.5 mile loop resembles a saw blade, with steep, jagged, constant ups and downs…with some runnable sections sprinkled in along the way.  About halfway into the loop it started snowing. So…that was nice.

The first few loops were pretty uneventful. The climbs slowed people down and spread them out, and before I knew It, I had found myself relatively alone. I wasn’t moving great, but I was moving at a pace that I felt comfortable with and that I could sustain.

I got through loop 4 late (8pm) and looped back through the Nature Center to pick up my first pacer, Jason, who re-energized me and kept me moving.

Tough miles

After a few loops together I picked up my second pacer, Charlie, who did wonders on keeping me moving at this point. Slowly but surely, we got through the night.

Aid Station Run In

I arrived back at the Nature Center pretty beat up after 7 loops. I had one loop to go but had little left in the tank. Upon getting back, I picked up my third pacer, Kaleb, and off we went. To be honest, my loop with Kaleb was a highlight of the day for me. He had just driven up to Hitchcock and offered to pace anyone who needed help. Well, I needed help – and he  jumped right in.

We talked about running, what lead us both to the sport – and what keeps us both doing it. It was great. It was also a great distraction to the pain I was in as well! We kept moving, and Kaleb was extremely patient with me, even when I was starting to lose patience with myself.

When it was all said and done I crossed the finish line in 33:09. I was the last 100-miler to come in but given the condition and the DNF rate, I didn’t care. I was just glad that I was able to hang on and get it done. I wouldn’t of been able to get it done alone. C did a great job crewing me, and I was lucky to have been supported by three amazing pacers when the miles got deep.

Ultra running often gets billed as a selfish sport by those who view it from the outside, but for those who are involved — be it a spectator, volunteer, runner or crew member — we know that it’s as much of a team sport as any.

Finish

And it was because of the team that I had at Hitchcock that I was able to get this one done.

Time to rest up and enjoy the holidays with the family!

Take care,

Greg

 

Good to be Home

After several years out west, C and I made the decision to return to Iowa to raise our daughter, and to start the next chapter of our lives.

Even though we no longer live near the mountains, my love of running trails and exploring the great outdoors still burns bright. In fact, it burns brighter now then ever before.

I’ve covered a lot of miles so far in life, but I have a feeling the best are still yet to come.

 

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Race Recap: Battling The Beast – The Los Pinos 50K

Over the past few months training has been replaced with long nights and diaper changes, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. Welcome to the world, Norah Grace! I love you.
Norah
Welcome to the world, Norah!
Even though training has been minimal, I still wanted to run my friend Carlos’ race before we leave California at the end of the month to start the next chapter back in Iowa, where I am from. So I set out to take on the race that’s affectionately known as “The Beast.”

Race Day

I woke up early and drove up to Blue Jay campground for the start. The drive was a bittersweet one, knowing that this would likely be the last time I run in the Saddleback Mountains for quite some time. When I got to the start I saw several runners I’d come to know over the years, including my friend Pablo.

Before I knew it, Carlos had us off and my dance with The Beast had begun.

The beast is brutal, gaining somewhere between 6-9,000+ feet over the 50K distance (reports vary). The first 12 miles are a long, steady descent to Lazy W aid station. Knowing my legs had very few miles on them, I opted to take it easy and enjoy the descent. I arrived at Lazy W, refueled and then took off for the crux of the course: The Los Pinos Trail.

Descent to LW at LP
Quiet morning miles on the San Juan trail.

Today was forecast to be warm, so I made sure I was fueled before I headed up into The Beast. As I started climbing, I begin to come upon runners who were already feeling the effects of the LP trail. I promptly joined them, and we started slogging away together. Up. Down. Up. Down. Summit? Nope. Up. Down. Summit? Nope. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

After what seemed like an eternity, I made it to the Black Hole aid station. Black Hole is set up on the middle of the trail, and all supplies are hiked in by some of the most generous and fun volunteers I had ever come across. And boy was I glad to come across them. I was completely out of water. After I few minutes at Black Hole, I continued on…finally reaching the end of the trail several hours later.

LP Climb Out
Almost off Los Pinos!

I arrived at Trabuco Aid Station battered and beat down…but I had made it. All that was left was a another descent, then the 1,000-foot climb up Horesthief, another pass through Trabuco, and a few miles to the finish! I can handle that.

Or so I thought.

As I started up Horsethief I realized that climb was going to be tougher than I had given it credit for on paper. After what seemed like ages, I finally got to (what I thought was the halfway point) and realized I was running out of gas. Between the heat, the climb and my nutrition waning, I was tapped out.

So what did I do?

I literally laid down on the side of the trail under the shade of some bushes, put my pack under my head and laid there. Just. Laid there. I was crushed.

I’m not sure how long I was there, but it was awhile – 10-15 minutes, maybe, before another runner came up and convinced me to keep going. It was at this point I realized just how demanding this course is. It had, literally, knocked me off my feet!

After sitting up, getting refocused and fueled on what little water/nutrition I had left, I got to my feet and kept going. But man, It was a slow slog out of Horsethief. Even so, I emerged with a huge grin on my face. I can’t help it- even when things go sideways, there’s few other places I’d rather be than out on the trail.

Trabuco To The Finish

The final few miles were uneventful compared to the day’s events. At 10:56:20 I crossed the finish line and was greeted by my friends Carlos and Pablo. It wasn’t my best race. Far from it, actually. But it was certainly a memorable one.

As I started the drive home, descending out of the mountains, I was happy to have conquered The Beast, but sad to know that I wouldn’t be running out here again anytime soon.

Our plan is to leave for Des Moines at the end of September. While I will certainly continue to run in the Midwest, I will miss the beautiful and plentiful places to train in SoCal.

Our time in San Diego has been amazing. Life-changing, actually, in so many ways. The friends we have made will be friends for a lifetime, and the experiences we had will live within us forever.

Thanks, SoCal. Hopefully we’ll see you again someday.