It’s hot. The sun is mercilessly baking me and everything around me. I take a few steps and stop. Step. Stop. Step. Stop. Just a little more water. What? That bottle is empty? I just left the aid station two miles ago. *sigh* I put my hand on my head and think. Wait – why is my hat dry? And why are my arms dry? It’s hot. I should be sweating. (more…)
The 2013 Orcas Island 50K was my first Rainshadow race – and a real eye opener. I’d run a 50K and a 50M the prior summer, but nothing that compared to this monster – either in beauty of difficulty. The Power Line Trail… that’s all I could think about after. That trail nearly defeated me (and certainly left me feeling defeated at the time). After missing the 2014 Orcas Island 50K, I was really looking forward to a return trip and a chance to test my mettle (and two years of experience) against this beast again… (more…)
I live in Seattle. I slosh around in the rain on Tiger Mountain all winter. I thought I knew mud; I was wrong. The Capitol Peak Mega Fat Ass 50K introduced me to a new level of slipping, sliding, and splashing that I had never before experienced in a run. (more…)
I was looking forward to running my first road marathon in about two and a half years. Considering all my training had been focused on ultra distances and climbing mountain trails, I knew this wouldn’t be a fast marathon, so I just decided to cruise the course at a relaxed pace, take in the views, and remember what 26.2 felt like. Then Seattle got cold and I got a bad idea from one of my trail running buddies… (more…)
45 miles into the 2014 Cascade Crest 100. My mind went back to a year ago, when I was dealing with my first race DNF: the prior year’s edition of the very same race. I had spent the better part of the year preparing for this race, but now I had come to terms with a second DNF. Maybe 100 milers just aren’t my thing? 50s had become simple enough; I should just stick to those. Running through the Snoqualmie Tunnel on the John Wayne Trail, I picked up the pace, despite the pain. My headlamp shown into the darkness, not yet finding the end to the dark, damp walls. I weaved between the water streaming from the ceiling of the old railway tunnel. It was time for this race to be over and I wanted that to happen ASAP. I just had to move forward for a couple of miles, then I could go home and get a good night’s rest.
However, my friends were waiting for me at the end of the tunnel with other ideas…