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The “Old Man’s Hundred”

In Uncategorized on April 10, 2019 at 8:13 pm

I will start this post with the usual: acknowledgement that no one (other than me) gives damn about this post and expression of my appreciation to WordPress for allowing me to store my selfish memories online.  But I like writing this stuff and enjoy reliving the events months and years later, so here goes.

Anyway, during the weekend beginning April 5, I participated in the 48-hour fixed time version of the Beyond Limits Ultra (“BLU”) held at Pathfinder Ranch near Mountain Center, CA. Note the choice of verb: not “completed,” not “competed.” Just “participated.”

As a brief background, between 2008 and 2014, I completed 14 one-hundred mile events, with 12 of them in less than 24 hours and the other two in the 25-27 hour range.  In 2014, at the age of 58, something changed…..loss of desire, loss of mental toughness, decline in physical ability, whatever, I had no finishes at the distance for four years.

In 2018, I discovered the more relaxed pace of the 48-hour event in pursuing a 100 mile buckle.  With this being my fourth 48-hour, I was going to adopt the usual strategy: “two-thirds / one-third and the tack on.” Basically, this means get in about 67 miles on day one, sleep a few hours, come back on day two and get the remaining 33 miles.  Stop again, guzzle beer, sleep a full night and tack on a few miles for show before the event ends.

After participating in four of these events, I sorta think that the majority of the 48-hour participants fall into three categories: the “competitors,” i.e.. those competing to win (not me); the “grinders,” those trying to get in the maximum possible miles, even if they are no threat to win (also not me); and the “one more hundred” crowd–that’s me!  Most of the latter group are mature (read: old), or slow or some combination of these.   Most are just trying get in one more (or a first) hundred miler.

At BLU, the 72-hour event started at 8:30 AM on Thursday, the 48-hour event and the 100-mile event each started at 8:30 AM on Friday, with the 24-hour event, the 50-mile and the 50K events starting on Saturday morning.  Whew! With multiple races going on at any given time, runners frequently asked each other what event they were doing.  My answer was the same each time: The Old Man’s Hundred!

On to the logistics……Google Maps’ AI took me through the Mojave Preserve in SoCal to get to the race site.  I’ve run multiple races in the San Bernadino region and the drive on I-15 and I-215 is almost enough to make me stay in Utah.  However, this route was very quiet….I’m glad I didn’t have car trouble!

A stop in the Mojave Preserve. Not the usual view in traffic-heavy SoCal.

As noted, the race takes place at the Pathfinder Ranch, which is generally used as a summer camp, with canoeing, archery, horseback riding, etc.  It is pretty remote by SoCal standards, about 30 miles out of Palm Desert, CA.  In contrast to my usual accommodations (a hotel room, single occupancy, preferably with an in-house bar serving a variety of micro-brews) runners were in a series of bunkhouses.  I hadn’t been to a camp like this in 50+ years, so this was a little unusual.  Plus, like a real summer camp there was no TV or outside distractions!  (AT&T cell service was available).  This was a bit of a problem with the NCAA basketball national semifinal scheduled for Saturday.  Finally, there were two bathrooms in my building, but both were shared between the genders, not separate.  Hell, this was California, so maybe gender distinctions are a thing of the past, but I was a bit uncomfortable with that.  “Moderate” alcohol consumption was permitted, so I had a stash of Sierra Nevadas on ice.

My personal space for the duration of the event.

The Thursday night pasta dinner, prepared by the staff of Pathfinder, was fun and social.  I sat with a couple of 60-something ladies also in the 48 hour.  When asked their mileage goals, each said “100.”  Maybe this post should be gender neutral, and be labeled the “Old Person’s Hundred.”

Pre-race dinner with the 48-hour crowd as well as the 100 milers.

Friday was cool and clear to start, and who doesn’t like the early miles of an ultra?  Relaxed pace the first couple of miles, let everything warm up.  Chat with other runners, generally just enjoy the day.  In my 24-hour days, I used to target 12 minute miles for the first 50, with a goal of 10 hours for that distance, then hang on for the remaining 50.  Those days are gone–I now go through 35 or 40 miles feeling pretty good, leaving a much longer “hang on” time.  But conditions were good–cool temps, not rising about the mid-50s.  A little windy at times, and the threat of rain in the late afternoon, but overall a fine day for running.

Day one, moving well, ultras are still fun at this point. (Photo credit to David Hyatt).

The course is a meandering two mile loop.  Not difficult, but with a couple of sandy stretches, a water crossing, some narrow spots, a muddy patch…..well, you get the idea.  Not ideal for those targeting fast times, but not a large concern to me given my expected pace.

One of the few long, straight sections of the course.

Just beyond this is the dreaded sandy stretch.

One of the fun aspects of short-loop ultra running is the social nature of the event.  You can spend multiple loops with different runners, talking about anything from running (duh) to life in general.  I spent many loops with Steve Williams, a retired fifth grade teacher from the Sacramento, CA area.  I suspect Steve grew weary of my constant chatter, mostly about my love of capitalism, the efficiency of free markets, the frailties of human decision making processes, etc.  Probably not subjects covered in fifth grade–in California, especially.

Conditions and good company notwithstanding, the “why am I doing this” thoughts inevitably set in as the day wore on.  Ken Rubelli, the race director of both BLU and the Jackpot Ultra Running Festival, recently sent out a discount offer for previous Jackpot participants to register for the 2020 version.  Both Steve and I took advantage of the offer.  By late afternoon, both of us were pretty sure we were never doing this stuff again.

Day sorta blended into night, and it was indeed very dark, with no moon and no ambient light at our remote location.  Steve and I were each targeting 60-some miles before breaking for the night.  Some time around midnight, Steve’s pace dropped off a bit and I spent the next couple of hours with Jessica Horn, a university professor from Corona, CA.  She probably learned more about my family than she would ever want to know.  At about 2 AM each of us decided it was time for a break.  I headed back to my bunk, showered and climbed into my sleeping bag for a few hours.

In hindsight, this was a mistake.  I was feeling pretty good, and not particularly sleepy (unusual for a late night, running or not) and should have kept going.  First light would have appeared by around 6 AM, so I could have conceivably just plowed through 100 without rest.  But I was 68 miles (34 laps) in, on schedule, and took a break, getting back on the course by about 6:30 AM.

Day two should have been fun–a mere 16 laps to go, and the promise of hitting 100 well before dark.  And it started out well with a breakfast burrito, coffee and a few easy laps.  But for some reason, by mid-to-late morning, my mental attitude tanked.  The day was warming and the laps simply weren’t adding up very fast.  My goal was simply to get to 100 miles, stop and never enter one of these things again.

Day two. Not sure why I’m smiling, unless it was early or I was done.  (Photo credit to David Hyatt).

I finally hit 100 at about 3:15 in the afternoon.  That was 30:45 in clock time since the event began, so in theory I could have entered the 100 mile event and finished within the 32 hour cutoff for that event.  My time on the course was 26+ hours.  I had no desire to log any more miles.  Similarly I had no desire to sleep in a bunk or hang around for the next 17 hours.  So I took a shower, booked a hotel room in Yucca Valley, CA and headed off.  Enjoyed some beers, watched the second national semifinal game and slept in a real bed before heading back to Utah Sunday morning.

In hindsight, I enjoyed the event, low spots not withstanding.  Ken and Stephanie Rubelli do a great job on their races and have a great story, and I highly recommend their events. http://www.beyondlimitsrunning.com/about-us/our-story

Jackpot!

In Uncategorized on March 3, 2019 at 12:48 am

As referenced in my last post (which in turn was my first post in four years!) I’ve sorta renewed my interest in the online preservation of my selfish memories. Hell, that’s the definition of blogging for most of us, right? Anyway, my entries are heavily running focused with some life stuff thrown in. This post is mostly about the Jackpot Ultra Running Festival in Las Vegas, held from February 15-17, 2019.  

I’ve participated in Jackpot (I think) since its inception, missing only 2017 when we were in KC for K’s dad’s funeral. Jackpot consists of multiple events going on simultaneously, but I gravitate towards the fixed time events. Simply put, the runner has a designated amount of time to cover as many miles as they can or want to. The event is held at Cornerstone Park in Henderson, NV on an irregularly shaped loop course.  For all of us fixed-timers, the loop was 2.5 miles.  I participated in the 48 hour event, which started at 8 AM on Friday, February 15, giving me until 8 AM Sunday to log as many miles as desired.

Cornerstone Park is 100 acres, including a 31 acre lake. Not necessarily what you would expect in Vegas?

The beauty of fixed time events is the flexibility afforded.  In the old days, I would enter 24 hour events with the goal of hitting 100 miles.  I can no longer hit that milestone in 24 hours, so I now enter the 48 hour event.  It is important to note that there is no requirement to be on the course for any of the event…..of course, the clock keeps moving whether you are doing so or not.  Last year, I entered the same event with the same goal, to cover 100 miles.  In 2018, I did 67.5 miles on day one, slept for a bit, came back and did 32.5 by late afternoon day two, then slogged a few early morning miles before the event ended.  

Not everyone participating was a senior citizen attempting to hit the century mark, but many entrants were just that.  When asked, lots of runners expressed their goal as hitting 100.  There were also a number of really strong runners attempting to hit some unbelievable (to me) mileage totals.  As I say, the beauty of the fixed time event is its flexibility, for runners of all abilities with varying goals.

Told I was from St. George, UT, Elvis said, “Boy, you better have fun while you’re here.” Maybe Elvis has been to St. George?

While there is a central aid station, runners can also set up their own private aid station, with tents or other accommodations.

Not my accommodations.

Also not my accommodations.

My stuff. First year I’ve had a chair!

It rained every mile of the drive to Vegas on Thursday, with Henderson reportedly getting 1.7 inches of rain.  Friday was overcast, with a forecast of 30+ mph winds, which turned out to be accurate.  With a loop / out and back course, the winds should have evened out.  I guess they did, although I don’t remember much in the way of a tailwind.

The event played out almost exactly as last year!  At Across the Years 2018-19, I managed to tough out 100 miles without stopping, albeit due to an inclement weather forecast for day two.  At Jackpot, the weather was reversed:  strong winds on day one continuing into the night, with rain arriving about 11 PM, and a forecast of better weather on day two.  So I stopped at mile 67.5…..when I got in the car it was 12:53 AM.  Went back to the Sunset Station hotel / casino, took a hot shower and slept reasonably well until about 5:45 AM.

Elderly man, shuffling along another loop.

For any elitists, feel free to laugh at this next part:  I went to a McDonalds housed in a Wal-Mart and had a delicious breakfast sandwich and a caffeinated coffee.  

Back to the course by 6:30 AM, I had 13 laps at 2.5 miles each to hit 100.  The weather was good, the wind was gone, and I was doing OK.  Not great, but OK.  This changed at about mile 82.  The course is in a park, for chrissakes, mostly asphalt and crushed rock.  There is a stretch, maybe 100 yards long, that is rocky.  During this stretch on lap 33 I inexplicably decided to pass someone.  Of course, I found one of the few rocks on the course and took a nasty fall.  I guess the good news is that my left shoulder took the brunt of the fall, with my head taking a much lighter blow.  This incident did little to improve my outlook.

During times like these, my internal negotiations take on a very familiar tone: “Just finish this damn thing,” I tell myself, “and you never have to run another one.  Just DNS the one you entered in April.  You never have to run anything longer than a half marathon after today.”  Reaching this negotiated settlement makes me feel somewhat better.  I plodded on until I hit 100 miles at 3:30 PM and in the immortal words of Roberto Duran said “No mas!”  Note that there was a couple more hours of daylight when I quit and a whopping 15.5 hours left in the event!  But I opted to drive to Lees Discount Liquors to pick up some IPAs, and headed back to the hotel for a shower, beer, sleep and food, generally in that order.

I did return to the course at about sunrise on Sunday morning and logged an additional seven miles.  All in all, I was on the course for about 27.5 hours of a possible 48.  What did I say about “flexibility?”  As of now, I do not know who won, but one young dude did 215 miles in 48 hours…..just over double my total.  Those are crazy miles.

All this for a stupid buckle?

 Overall this was a fun event, pissiness and fall (somewhat related) notwithstanding. In the immortal words of my mentor, George Costanza, If you take everything I’ve accomplished in my life and condense it down to one day, it looks decent!.” Similarly, if you take the 107 miles I finished and figure it took place in 27.5 hours, it looks decent. Maybe next time I’ll stay on the course a bit longer.

Happy New Year (late, as usual)

In Uncategorized on February 18, 2019 at 8:15 pm

I haven’t posted in this blog in something over four years.  I’m an old guy with a very ordinary life, so I figured there was no real interest in whatever I’ve got going on.

My daughter, Sara Barnes, inadvertently changed my viewpoint.  Sara has a real life as a famous person in the art / illustration / embroidery areas.  She also has a real blog here and a real Instagram account with thousands of followers.  She also has a book coming out this summer.  Yeah, I’m a proud dad.  So what?

Anyway, Sara gave each of her parents a “StoryWorth” project as a gift.  Or punishment.  StoryWorth asks questions about your life, upbringing, etc. and ultimately uploads your responses into book form.  For specific questions, this blog allowed me to relive events, and thereupon it dawned on me: this blog is for me!  With the magic of ad-supported user content, WordPress is nice enough to host my indulgence.

So, in the same format as my last entry, following is a recap of (mostly) running stuff in 2018.

January.  Had a trabeculectomy (eye surgery) on January 4.  Doc said no running, but walking was OK.  Walked a marathon in Vegas on Jan 20.  Not sure that’s what the doc intended.

February. Just getting back to running, did the inaugural Sun Marathon (Veyo to Ivins) in 5:09 using a walk / run strategy.

Did the 48 hour in the Jackpot Ultra Running Festival in Vegas.  i can no longer do 100 miles in 24 hours, so the 48 hour gives me double the time.  Did 67.5 miles day one, stopping about 1 AM, came back in the morning and did 32.5, stopping at 4 PM.  Came back early Sunday for another 6.5 miles, total 106.5.

 

The start of Jackpot. Hey, it’s Vegas, right?

K came to Vegas on the last day of Jackpot and we saw Elton John. Great concert by a legend. An arrogant legend, but a legend indeed.

March.  Daisy Mountain half in Phoenix in 1:58.  We were there for Spring Training baseball, of course.  Our hapless KC Royals trained in Surprise, AZ en route to a miserable 58-104 season in 2018.

The canines love to go to the Surprise city park.

The backyard of our Surprise rental, fake grass and all.

April.  Double DNS, Brew to Brew and Rock the Parkway in KC.  Horrific weather put the kibash on both.

Dwight Yoakam came to Tuachan in Ivins. Kinda cold and windy for April.

May.  Nanny Goat 12 hour in Riverside, CA.  Finished with 53 miles in very good conditions, decent for me.

Dudes in pink have their own scoring system. One point per mile, 1.5 points per beer.

This nice fella greeted me as “Hey Baldy” every time we met. Which on a loop course with an out-and-back was pretty often.

June.  Running with the Devil marathon outside Vegas.  My 5:44 time should be evaluated in light of the 100 degree temps at the end.

July.  Too hot to race in the southwest, time for a trip to the mountains then on to KC.

The canines enjoyed the trip to Silverthorne and lounging on the tiny deck outside our tiny condo.

Dillon Reservoir, Dillon CO.  K and Bailey, obviously.

Bailey being a gentle therapy dog? Believe it! Visiting K’s mom Wilma in KC.

August.  Extraterrestrial Marathon in Area 51 near Rachel, NV.  Starts at midnight at the Black Mailbox. Fun event, time 5:02.  Hey, I’m old and it was the middle of the night!

This was taken waiting for the bus for the 2.5 hour ride to the middle of nowhere. I’m sure this guy won for the best costume.

September. New event in St. George, the “Last One Standing.”  Modeled after Lazarus Lake’s “Backyard Ultra,” the format is you have to complete six miles in 90 minutes, then do it over and over each 90 minutes.  Speed is not terribly beneficial, other than providing some rest time for each segment.  Hot, 90+ degrees at the 7 PM Friday night start.  I did seven segments (42 miles) in 10.5 hours, stopping at 5:30 AM.  Winner did double that total extending well into the heat of Saturday.

Night running at the Last One Standing event. The crowd thinned out in the wee hours of the morning.

Devil After Dark half marathon in Lovell Canyon outside Vegas.  Time of 2:07 was good for second male overall?

Swiss Days 5k (a distance not my specialty!) in 23:22, second in age group.  Interloper from the Bay Area got first.

October.  By far the big event of the year was daughter Sara marrying Chris Windham in local Snow Canyon State Park.  Just a really fun, happy time.

Family photo pre-wedding. A lovely day in Snow Canyon State Park, and a great time with family and friends.

Maddie was the ring bearer and performed flawlessly. But what else would you expect from Mads?

Bailey was the original choice for ring-bearer, but she is a bit…..excitable. She was the head greeter of guests.

 

Ran with Sara in the Twilight Red Rock event in Red Rock Canyon outside Vegas the week before the wedding.  Night time, sorta hilly course and the batteries in my light went dead just after the start.  My modest 2:08 was good for first male over 50.

November.  Boundiful Endurance Run in Hemet, CA.  Did 50 miles in 12 hours on a roasting hot day (90 degrees plus).  Ran with a long-haired, kilt wearing, beer drinking philosopher.  While I was whining, he said, “It’s like 12 hours out of your life.  Just deal with it, man.”

Boundiful is held on a working nut farm in Hemet, CA. It was actually chilly in the morning until the sun rose into the sky.

Gobbler 10k on Thanksgiving Day.  Ran 47:45, my best time in years at the distance, won my elderly age group.

December.  Across the Years, my original fixed time favorite.  After years of struggling with 24 hours, I entered the 48 hour version starting on December 30.  Plan was to emulate Jackpot, splitting my 100 mile goal approximately 70-30 between days.  But the forecast called for a cold rain on December 31, so I channeled my kilt-wearing philosopher friend to “just deal with it, man,” and did 100 straight through.  Well, I tried to get a couple of 15 minute naps.  I hit 100 miles at 25:57, went back to the rental house and slept, drank beer, ate pizza, and watched football.  Came back the last morning and added another eight miles for a total of 108.

Maddie enjoying our swank rental in Surprise, AZ. Cold temps meant none of us got too near the pool.

That sweet moment when I finally hit 100 miles. It was a long night.

Overall, I continue to be incredibly lucky: great family, (including my Goldens, Maddie and Bailey), good health, just enjoying life.

Gratuitous picture of my beloved Goldens, Maddie and Bailey.

The canines like the convertible, and they like to go to the park. Life is simple.