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The decision to drop from a grueling race like the Badwater Ultra isn't as easy as one would think. Rick Polito of the Marin Independent Journal writes an excellent story capturing the challenge and conflict of runner and crew as world-class Masters ultrarunner Mike Sweeney decides to throw in the towel at Mile 100 in the 2006 Badwater Ultra.

My favorite quote:

Sweeney is equally bitter. "If the crew wants to mutiny me, that's OK," he says. "I'll find another crew."... At 90 miles, the edges are worn to sharp relief. The pride, the ego, the emotions, all on display. "It's an opera," Maselli says in aside. "We came to an opera."

You can read the whole article here. I think it's one of the better articles on ultra running I have ever read.

I've met Mike Sweeney and know he's a true champion of the sport. My hat is off to you, Mike, as well as your courageous crew. Congratulations on giving it everything you had that day...there will be other days for sure.

- SD

[Meghan Arbogast shares her report from the Where's Waldo 100k in Willamette Pass, Oregon]

Race morning arrived cool and clear. It was strange to wake at 3:30 and realize a good number of folks had started the race 30 minutes ago. I drank coffee, ate oatmeal, dressed warm, and arrived at the start at 4:30. People were milling about, keeping warm, greeting each other. I felt good enough – hit the bathroom a couple of times, and with 10 minutes to go, started de-layering. I stayed with 3 shirts, shorts, gloves, a headlamp, a flashlight, and one bottle. We finally gathered at the start, and I looked around for Lewis – a new favorite in the men’s ultra scene – but he was no where in site. Jeff and Craig didn’t know where he was. I had visions of him waking in an hour and wondered how that would feel! Krissy was near the start, looking ready to go, and with the famous Clem-gong, we were off. I didn’t see him, but witnesses say Lewis flew into the start and was off like a rabbit.

I hit the PCT with a good group – Sean, Jeff Kozak in front, Jeff Riley (‘Bili’), Krissy, Craig, Hal, right behind. Conversation was light, spirits were good. Craig asked Krissy and I if we were both hoping to break 12 hours (how hard can it be to shave 9 minutes off in one year????). Affirmative on my part – Krissy wondered if it was possible. I said that if she got to Maiden Peak Trail by 9.5 hours, she had a good shot. We ran past the Rosaries, discussing whether the Wet Waldo should include morning dips and decided no one would participate if so, as it was quite cold.

Lewis had bolted quickly, followed by Win, racing to the top of Fuji for the Found Waldo prize. Hal decided he was ready to pick it up a notch and eventually skirted around our little ‘pod’ and was out of site soon. As we wound up gentle climbs, a serpentine of lights could be seen below. Before long, dawn began to break. We hit some downhills, and I passed Sean and Jeff K, taking advantage of the free speed. I was now a pod of one, and cruised down the trail to Gold Lake AS, catching up to Jeff ‘Bronco Billy’ Browning and another guy with a sun hat, who sailed out of the AS. I drank Succeed, and accidental Mountain Dew, ate a Clif shot and ran on. My first split was right where I wanted to be – a little ahead of last year. Up the trail a bit, Brian waited with my bottle, and I was on my way behind Bronco Billy up the Fuji Trail. He set a nice pace, keeping me in check. We were soon joined by Krissy and Jeff K. K and I chatted, went around Billy, and soon she and Jeff sc ooted on ahead. In my normal head-down-don’t-trip gaze, I was nearly tackled by an exuberant Chris Thornley, but he did ask for my permission before our good luck embrace. His joyfulness was infectious, and I smiled my way up to Fuji AS. I was still ahead of last year, and felt strong. I left my bottle, asked for it to be filled and picked up on my way back.

Climbing on up, I finally saw Lewis, and was relieved to know for certain he had made it to the start. Not far behind was Hal, Win, and Big Hat guy. Near the summit, Jeff K and Krissy were on their way down, all encouraging. The summit was a kick – being greeted by faux Japanese, and trying to ‘high-five’, no, ‘fist-bump’, well, another hug then to Grayson, and I was on my way down. I was greeted by the Sunsweet Twins (Jeff and Craig), Sean, Tim, in a pod of four, and many other runners on their way up. I was given accounts of how far Krissy was ahead. Back at Fuji AS, I drank water and ate a Clif shot, grabbed my full bottle, and scooted out.

Somewhere between Fuji AS and Mt. Ray, I lost my edge. I felt ‘okay’, but not great. It was mostly downhill, great running, but it wasn’t happening. Spying OD and Dana across the meadow, I gave my best OD-esque yell, and was returned the favor. Finally reaching Mt. Ray AS, I was now back to last year’s splits. I drank some frap, took off the warm clothes, picked up a fresh bottle from Brian, and headed out. I ran most of Gold Lake trail to Bobby Lakes trail, and once there, made two urgent pit stops. Still not feeling great, I trudged on towards the Twins AS. This section is long and relentless going up. Finally, a sign for the AS – half- mile to go. I dragged myself in, and Melissa, in her beautiful black formal waited on me hand-and-foot. I looked at her and said ‘Excedrin!’ and she ran to her cache of goodies, bringing me two. She said to take one, and if it helps, take the other. I ate another gel, grabbed my filled bottles, and headed for Charlton. I was a few mi nutes behind last year, but not bad. I alternated drinking my energy drink and water. The energy drink was tasting too thick, so back and forth I went. Finally reaching the last of the climbing, I began floating, then running hard, downhill. I felt like I burst into Charlton, and found Brian waiting with more frappacino and a fresh bottle. I ran to the aid station, with him in tow. I said the drink was too strong, and he and Kyly diluted both bottles, while I dined on two spoonfuls of beans and a piece of watermelon. I said I felt like crap, and that the altitude was getting to me. I credited it to not getting up here enough this summer.

I left the aid station, and realized on my way out that I was not feeling so bad anymore. The Excedrin was helping, and I motored along comfortably. I passed Chris (way later than last year!) and he was looking strong. I emerged at 4290, followed in by Sander. Laura Riley was all over me, wiping my legs, filling my hat with ice, totally doting – it was fantastic! I tried very hard to eat a pb and j sandwich, but it wouldn’t be chewed. I told Sander he would kill me on the next climb. He asked if I wanted to work together, so I said ‘sure, but I’m going now – you’ll catch up.’ I was fully prepared to meet my demons on this stretch, but it never happened. I continued to feel pretty decent here, and took the other Excedrin. No one had mentioned Krissy since Fuji, so I accurately guessed she was way beyond reach. Good for her! I knew she could break 12.

Brian and Hannah (one of my HS coaches) were waiting at the Charlton Lake trail junction with another bottle. It was a treat to have support in the Land of Lost. I scurried on, and by the time I reached the turn to summit the Twins, I had caught up to Jeff K, and Sander had caught up to me. Hiking, walking, shuffling, slipping, I got to the top, ran the ridge to the turn around, and skidded back down, greeting those Sunsweet Twins again. I ran like a crazy woman all the way to the Twins 2 AS, where Melissa fixed me up once more. I had nearly caught up to last year’s time, and was soon flying down the PCT. Sander was on my heels, and when we reached the Bobby Lakes trail, Brian was there again, with my hydration pack. Sander went ahead, and I saw him for the last time. I fiddled with the pack, cursed myself for taking it, but finally got comfortable. The screaming downhill was done, so my legs flattened out like the trail. I arrived at Maiden Peak AS, again a few minutes b ack from last year, and knew my sub-12 was not to be today. The gang there got me out of there quickly, and I was on my way up the longest climb of the day.


I started feeling nauseous again, and pretty toasted. I was so badly wanting to be done, that everything remotely possible to run, was run. I came to the first of four very steep sections, which was a blow, because I only remembered there being one. I checked my watch to gauge where I was, and as it neared one hour from the aid station, I saw John Ticer. ‘You are a sight for sore eyes’ I shouted. He checked in with me, and gave me an update. I was in 4th place overall (huh???), and he thought Krissy would win outright! I was stunned at my place, but not with Krissy’s. Lewis was in the lead, but looking a bit haggard, Hal and Big Hat had dropped. Win was part of a relay. I managed the last climb, and started my favorite descent (since it’s the last). Jeff K was not far behind.

Leap of Faith trail was more like ‘Step of Absolutely No Confidence’. I picked my way down, waiting for something to kick in. Whatever it was, it didn’t. When the ground leveled somewhat, I sped up, and finally arrived to Barb’s open arms at the Maid Lake AS. As I got wiped down, and pampered, I asked ‘I want to leave here – why???’ But they didn’t let me stay. I hiked out, and shuffled/jog the flat sections, sort of ran the downhills. The nausea prevented me from attacking any hills. Jeff K flew by, shouting ‘let’s take this home’ to which I replied “I have no take”. He looked like I felt one year ago. I was certain a couple of Sunsweet Twins would dude me, but all I really wanted was to finish without puking. I reached the PCT for the final stretch, and every flat section was like hitting a wall. Hikers were encouraging me all the way to the bottom. I reached the trail head, and made the final turn to the finish. Grayson was at the ski-lift, and I asked him to run i
n front of me to break the wind. It looked very far away. I tried to get some knee lift, and by the time I reached the finish, I think I was running. 12:34.

Krissy was at the finish line. Embracing her, I asked if she won overall – she smiled with a nod. I asked her time – ’11:18’. I was stunned and said ‘you weren’t supposed to beat me by an hour!’

It was good to be done, and the rest of the evening was spent cheering runners in, swapping war stories, and eating good food. A special thanks to Laurie Thornley and Grayson Murdock for filling in Craig’s shoes. They did a fantastic job, despite one turned ankle.

[Thanks, Meghan and congratulations!]

OOPS! Didn't Quite Fit Through There ............
Went for a ride this afternoon. Felt like taking a couple of pictures of the local covered bridges and there's probably 7-8 of them in a 50 mile radius of where I live. Seems like a good reason to go for a ride, eh?

That's what I thought too.


This is the Lovett Bridge over Graham Creek. Kinda cool. Not real impressive, except for the fact that it's still standing.








I consulted the Gazetteer and headed off cross country to try and find my way to the next place.

You do have a Gazetteer right? If the answer is no, get one. Best thing for finding your way when not on highways and major roads. No really, go get one NOW! If you only have one map reference for your state these things are great.

Worked my way via the back roads to this place next. Nice looking bridge here. This was the first time I'd gone to this one. The Otter Creek Bridge.


You can tell from the picture here that the approach is pretty steep.








That steep part? That's where the whole title of this post "Ooops, Didn't quite fit through there" comes from.

When I pulled up to this place I got about 1/2 way in and up that grade and realized "This is gonna be a bitch to get out of".

No problem right? Uh, that would be wrong.

Look at the space between those posts and then look at the width of that bike. Close isn't it? There is enough room. I measured it.

What I didn't count on was losing traction and sliding into the post on the right and then bouncing into the post on the left.

Shit. Broke BOTH of the saddlebag mounts. Yeah, not one but BOTH of 'em. I did try to roll backwards to get out of there at first, but I damn near dropped it. so I tried the forward route. Classic case of "Shoulda' paid more attention when I was coming in at first.

Duh. Oh well. The bags are basically ok. I'll have to repair the locks that hold them on the, now broken, mounts. Fortunately, I had a shitload of Bungee cords and a cargo net in the bags. I strapped the bags onto the back of the bike and headed home.

I'll have to go to a few of the other bridges at a later date and get pictures I guess. Good news? I didn't drop the bike. I was at this bridge for a good 1/2 hour and never had a single car go by. Yeah, it's out there. If I'd have dropped her rollin' backwards, I might still be there waiting for help getting her up from the ground.

Here's a picture from the window in the Bridge. There's a bigass Leatherback Turtle in that picture down in the lower left corner, but you can't really see it in the picture.

Here's a picture from the "Non- Crash" end.

Well, It could have been worse. I'll have to start lookin' for new mounts on Ebay or at the The Concours Owners Group I guess. New ones are out of the question. Totally outrageous price from the Kawasaki dealer.

Old Racers - Jim Redman .............

OK Chillin's, I promised a bit about Jim Redman When I put up that great photo of him here. Really great photo I should say. One thing you notice about all the great racers, no matter what they race, is the intensity.

OH hell, I'll put the photo up again so you don't have to go clicky-clicky with the mouse thing. No need to thank me. It's what I do for y'all.

Not the kinda look that encourages debate, eh?

Hell of a rider. 6 FIM world Championships. 6 Isle of Man Wins. 45 GP wins. Not to shabby I'd say.

He won the 350cc World Championship 4 years running from 1962 - 1965. Oh yeah, he won the 250cc title in 1962 and 1963 at the same time, by the way.

His Isle of Man victories? He won both Lightweight and JuniorTT classes 3 years in a row. 1963 - 1965. You seeing a trend here?

My favorite is the 1964 Dutch TT, where he won the 125 - 250 AND the 350 races on the same day!

What a Stud. Here's a few links to follow to read up on this guy. Wikipedia
Isle of Man TT site
2003 Article from Rubber Mag.com

Think you'd like to own one of his Works Honda Race Machines? Check this shit out - October 22, 2006 Auction Yeah Baby! Probably the only RC 164 Works Racer in existence. It'll probably be cheap enough that I may go buy it myself. HAH!! I crack myself up sometimes.

More on the Auction and bike here

Here's his Homepage

Good article here you should read

See the Guy doing the wrench work? Nobby Clark. I've heard of him for years, but don't know very much about him. Seems to have worked with a whole lot of fast guys. I'll have to do some look see about him. Should be interesting.

Notice the extensive and luxurious factory support area they're in there? Damn, how things change.

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Do You Remember When There Were No Airplanes in the Sky? ......

Yesterday I went to The U.S. Airforce Museum at Wright Patterson Airbase in Dayton, Ohio. One of my co-workers suggested the trip several weeks ago and it turned out to be just the thing to help pull me out of the funk I've been in.

Not that I'm all Hunky Dorry yet ......... But I needed the distraction. I love that place and have visited it 4-5 times in the last 10 years. It's absolutely huge. There is no way you can see all of it in 1 day. They constantly cycle new displays in so it's not like you'll get bored of seeing the same old shit every time.

But even that would be ok with me, because I never get tired of looking at the aircraft. It's all the little displays that take up your time. I took a bunch of pictures, but most of them are blurry as hell and suck. I'll have to go through them and find a couple that only suck a little and try to clean a few up with my photo editor before I post any. Maybe tomorrow.

Regarding the title of this post - Do You Remember When There Were No Planes in the Sky?
I happen to live on an approach pattern to a pretty good size airport about 60 miles Northwest.

Last night around 10 pm I was outside smoking, watching the planes on their final approach, while the dogs pissed all over everything in the area surrounding the house. The approach lane goes almost directly over my house and they hit the landing lights a couple miles South of my place. I've been watching this for 6+ years now and I can pretty much call it when the lights are gonna flip on.

It's a neat trick and it amuses me, but there's seldom much of a crowd out there with me while the dogs are leaving big turds in the yard to be stepped in later, so it doesn't have much practical value.

But it got me to thinking last night. I'm over 50 years old and for as long as I can remember, there have ALWAYS been planes in the sky. I grew up watching planes on approach to O'hare airport in Chicago.

BUT .... About 5 years ago. For about a week. There weren't any airplanes in the sky.

Right after 9-11-01

Remember? Sure you do.

I remember thinking about it back then, how strange it was not seeing them up there. Just one of the things you expect to see. Look up ............. And in a few minutes time, you should see an airplane somewhere up there. Everywhere I've lived. All my life. That's just the way it's always been.

Spooky when they're not there.

I do not wish to ever NOT SEE airplanes again.

I think it would be wise if we all remembered that time - When There Were No Airplanes in the Sky.

It would be equally wise to remember - Why There Were No Airplanes in the Sky. The folks who perpetrated the massacre on 9-11-01 haven't changed their opinion of us. Nor have their stated goals changed any.

You would be wise to remember this fact also - If you're breathing, they haven't finished their job yet. That's what they believe.

That's a fact. Keep that in mind the next time you're watching the news or reading the paper. The Bullshit is gonna get thick in the next few months with the elections coming up and there is a segment of our elected officials who would like you forget about the time - When There Were No Airplanes in the Sky.

Don't forget. Nothing has changed in their plans for us. They have unfinished business yet.

Don't forget that there is also a significant number of politicians and media who feel that your family's safety is secondary to reclaiming political power. That's right, I said it. The safety of you and your family is not their primary concern. I'm more than happy to question the patriotism of most of the Democratic leadership in Washington and their allies in the media.

You should too.

No kidding. Check out this article from the LA Daily News that interviews Antelope Valley College Track Coach Mark Covert about his 38 year, 23 day, 130,000+ mile streak. Each morning, rain or shine, he has run at least one mile. He started in high school and hasn't stopped yet!

Quote:

"Put in perspective, Cal Ripken's streak of 2,632 consecutive Baltimore Orioles - the most widely known barometer of durability in sports - trails Covert's mark by more than 11,000 days."

Covert just passed the existing national record by Bob Ray, but has Jon Sutherland, an old high school friend, hot on his tail with a 37 year, 83 day, 171,000 mile streak going. Talk about tenacity!

- SD

Yes, I'm still Alive ..........

Just not motivated to do anything here or at http://themotorcyclegroup.com/ as of late.

There's a lot of bad shit going down at "Casa GrumpyUnk" lately and frankly, I'm depressed. I may or may not tell ya about it when I get shut of this funk I'm currently in. I'll get my shit tightened back into one small pile soon enough and be back to my usual annoying self.

Till then, hit the links and be safe out there.

Stolen from Curmudgeonly and Sceptical (See sidebar)

One of the great things about living in Silicon Valley is that. occasionally, you get to be one of the first to see a technology that will clearly change everything. I had just that opportunity last week when the guys from Alter-G invited me to come down and try their anti-gravity treadmill. Yup, you read it right - an anti-gravity treadmill. After 30 minutes on this thing, I now know why former world-record marathoner Alberto Salazar has been raving about it - Alter-G presents a whole new approach to distance training.

The G-Trainer uses air pressure to support your body weight while you run. It is surprisingly non-intrusive. The only additional gear required was special shorts that "zip in" to the air chamber. Once I "zipped in", the G-Trainer took my body weight and tested the pressurization levels, and I was ready to run a few seconds later.

I punched in "80% bodyweight" on the G-Trainer dashboard, and in 10 seconds the pressure in the bubble below my waist increased until I felt 30 lbs lighter. The sensation was amazing - significantly less impact on my joints, and a floating feeling with every stride. The special shorts provided uniform support (no wedgie, that is), so I didn't feel like I had to adjust my normal treadmill stride at all. With every step, the Air Pressure Differential technology was taking 100 measurements per second and keeping the weightlessness consistent.


Once I warmed up, I set the pressure to "60% bodyweight" and cranked up the speed. Before I knew it, I was running at 15 miles/hour...that's a 4 minute mile! It was fascinating that I could experience the turnover and stride length required to go this fast without breaking my body in half. Most sprinters wouldn't spend more than 5 minutes at full race pace in a season - with the G-Trainer, you could go full race pace every week.

I slowed down to a 7 minute mile and cruised for a while. My posture and alignment looked good, with no adjustment required for the G-Trainer. I pictured logging some long runs at 60% support, training my aerobic system, getting my body used to a solid pace, all without having to sacrifice my joints. It couldn't replace the long run, but I could certainly increase my mileage by supplementing it.

After my run, I talked with the Alter-G team - Sean Whalen, Brent Looney, Fritz Moore, and Eric Edelson - about the implications of such a system. Examples included:

• Rehabilitation - with anti-gravity support, you could begin rehab sooner and be back on your feet sooner. In fact, this is why the Oakland Raiders and Golden State Warriors both have one.
  
• Speed training - much like I experienced, you can train your body to know the turnover and stride length required to hit your top speed.
• High mileage - If supplemented, one could add considerable weekly mileage. Drop your weight by 10%, you can add 10% more mileage (actually, Alberto Salazar has his runners training at 90-97%, and swears it allows 10-25% more volume, on average - check his video testimonial)
  
• Obesity aid - can you imagine letting an obese person feel what it is like to be 50 lbs lighter as a start to their conditioning? Incredible pyschological power.
• Training for the elderly - for those losing their ability to support themselves, they can still train aerobically. The G-Trainer can supplement up to 80% of your bodyweight.
  

Personally, I was blown away by the possibilities. Once you experience it, you'll see it really is an unfair advantage. I expect in a couple of years we will see G-Trainers in gyms, hospitals, and more.

Check out Alter-G's web site to see more videos about how it works. There are even testimonials by Alberto Salazar, Robert Gallery (Oakland Raiders), and Chase Lyman (New Orleans Saints). Alter-G is an ambitious young company, and they are planning to have G-Trainers commercially available in 2007. For you investors out there, Alter-G is currently seeking venture investment for expansion. For all you bloggers out there, help Alter-G by linking to this story!

And since we're talking treadmills, I want to point you to this video by the band OK Go. I'll never look at a treadmill the same!




- SD

[P.S. - I have no financial interest in Alter-G.]

Outta' Here for a Couple Days .........

Riding North in a few to meet the Wife and a bunch of her family. Weather looks to be good for the next few days and that's a plus.

Be Safe, Chillins'. Yer Crazy Unk worries about Ya.

I'm leaving Jim Redman here to keep an eye on things.














Remember, He'll be watching.

Don't know who Jim Redman is???? With a look like that, does it matter??

I'll tell ya a little bit about him when I get back.

I'll see ya all next week.

Bad Weekend For Bikers Here .........

It seems when bad shit starts happening around here it comes in bunches. Yesterday we had three bikers in the Er at the same time. Four actually, but one of them refused treatment for his road rash and didn't sign in for care. Three separate incidents, BTW.

Final score?

4 cases of road rash.
1 broken wrist.
1 broken collarbone.
1 death.

Not a damn one had a helmet or any kind of protective gear on. None of them. OK. A helmet wouldn't have stopped either of the broken bones. It sure would've helped with the road rash.

The fatality? Hard to say. He died of massive head trauma, but if the story I heard about how the crash occurred is correct ............. I don't know if it would've mattered. No telling really. And we'll never know either.

About the only good thing you can say is - There's no way he ever felt a thing. That one should have been called at the scene and never transported. But I understand why responders are hesitant to do that. That's a big call to make out in the field and you'd only have to be wrong once to insure a lifetime of bad dreams.

You never know and so you do what you can do and try to give 'em a chance.

Damn depressing though. You kids be careful out there, will ya'?

The HURT Hawaii folks found this great article about how Navy SEAL's are using ultrarunning as a recruiting tool. Fifth place Badwater finisher David Goggins was actually recruiting along the way! Now THAT is bad ass. ;-)

"His work is part of the military's new efforts to boost significantly the ranks of special-operations forces, including the SEALs, by attracting high-endurance athletes...This year, SEAL recruiters like Goggins are fanning out to 60 triathlons, extreme-sports events and college swimming and wrestling camps."

Read the full article by Online San Diego to get the rest.

Cheers, SD

Old Racers Revisited - Phil Read ........

Seven time World Champion. And the first man to win Championships in 125cc, 250cc and 500cc.

go here and listen to what his Yamaha sounded like

You'll have to scroll down to find the 1965 Yamaha-Reid (Their spelling, not mine).

Hell, spend some time at that place to hear some amazing recordings of cool bikes. I may well have to add them to the links bar.

definitely a stud. He isn't as well known as Agostini or Hailwood anymore, but I wish I could ride half as well.

An inconvenient Truth ............

Al Gore's a Dick.

His blathering and posturing about how "We're all gonna die" from global warming has made him a leader in the Green Movement.

But what's he doing personally? Not a hell of a lot it seems. Read the whole thing.

I was aware of this fact -

"Humanity might be "sitting on a ticking time bomb," but Gore's home in Carthage is sitting on a zinc mine. Gore receives $20,000 a year in royalties from Pasminco Zinc, which operates a zinc concession on his property. Tennessee has cited the company for adding large quantities of barium, iron and zinc to the nearby Caney Fork River."
I've gotten hammered and basically called a liar for pointing this out to Greens in the past. It's nice to see this kind of info floated out there for the general public to see.

Greens. Just like a watermelon. Green on the outside. Red on the inside. It's all about the control, baby.

Hat tip to my friend Terry for bring this to my attention.

Hanging Tough - Leaders maintain position; women dominate Ultra division

JULY 27, 2006, CARBONDALE, COLORADO—With 63 races tallied, the 2006 Trail Runner Trophy Series—sponsored by LaSportiva and Golite—enters its final two months of competition. And throughout the summer, early season leaders, Hugh Davis (Marathon & Shorter Division) of Tell City, Indiana, and Van Phan (Ultra Division) of Maple Valley, Washington, both maintained their positions at the top of the pack. Although not household names, these runners have amassed big points by exhibiting a willingness to travel to numerous races and placing high in their respective divisions.

In its third season, the Trail Runner Trophy is the world’s largest off-road running series, and will attract over 20,000 runners from North America and Canada. Encompassing over 110 races, the Series offers two divisions: Ultramarathon and Marathon and Shorter. For complete information on the Trophy Series, including race schedule, scoring, rules and news—please visit www.trailrunnermag.com.

Chicks Rule
In the Ultra division, women hold seven of the top 10 slots, with Van Phan, 35, tightening her grip on to the overall lead, bolstered by wins in the Lake Youngs Ultra, Washington (4^th-place overall), a fast-paced 28.8-miler, and Blackfoot Ultra (100K), in Edmonton, Canada.

(Van Phan at The PigTails Race, 2006; photo courtesy of tonymaniac3) ->

Nipping on Phan’s heels is Tracy Thomas, 44, of Champaign, Illinois. Thomas moved into second with her win in the 100-mile race at the Kettle Moraine 100 Endurance Runs, Wisconsin. In third is ultrarunning heavy hitter Nikki Kimball, 35, of Bozeman, Montana, who took first place—third overall—in the sweltering heat of this year’s Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run, California.

The top male Ultra division contender is Graham Cooper, 36, of Oakland, California, who also took top honors at Western States, where a dramatic finish-line incident took out race leader Brian Morrison (see Trail Runner No. 41 for a report).

Top 10: Trophy Series Ultra Division

1. Van Phan, 1088.2 points
   

2. Tracy Thomas, 901.8 points

3. Nikki Kimball, 772 points
4. Sue Johnston, 681.2 points
5. Darcy Africa, 600 points
6. Graham Cooper, 574 points
7. Beverley Anderson-Abbs, 560 points
8. Todd Nott, 448 points
9. Erik Skaden, 431 points
10. Christine Crawford, 430 points
    

Midwestern Heat
In the Marathon & Shorter division, cohorts Hugh Davis, 42, and Brian Beckort, 33, hail from the metropolis of Tell City in southern Indiana, and have taken to the air and road to attend Trophy Series races across the country. Recent ticks include the Lake Mingo Trail Run (7.1 miles), Illinois, and Berryman Trail Run (marathon), Missouri, where Davis took second place in his age group and fourth overall. In the same race, Beckort took first overall in a quick time of 3:22.

Adam Blum, 42, of Los Gatos, California, rounds out the top three, and holds the current top standing for running the most Trophy Series races, with a whopping 16 races.

In the women’s Marathon & Shorter division, Annette Van Baalen, 38 of Laramie, Wyoming, has the lead over Anne Kilgore, 50, of Salt Lake City, Utah, and Gail Leedy, 52, of Laramie, Wyoming.

Top 10: Marathon & Shorter division

1. Hugh Davis, 492.3 points

2. Brian Beckort, 401.9 points

3. Adam Blum, 305.7 points

4. Annette Van Baalen, 204.8 points

5. Anne Kilgore, 170 points

6. Gail Leedy, 169.8 points

7. Ben Nephew, 135 points

8. Christian Hendrickson, 129.8 points

9. Don Frichtl, 126.1 points

10. Jeff Young, 125.8 points
    

At the Series close, we will award 18 champions each a prize package worth over $700, packed with great products from Trophy Series sponsors.

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File This Under - Things You Don't See Everyday in Texas .......
penguins in the Road

Seems the truck was transporting the animals from Indianapolis to Galveston.
I hope the folks who were witness to this mess realize seeing Penguins waddle down the roadside in South Texas is a once in a lifetime experince.

H/T to Ace

On This Day in 1945 .............

FATMAN was deployed over the city of Nagasaki, Japan. It was the second Atomic Weapon dropped by the United States military in a 3 day period and essentially ended the Second World War.

I was remiss on not posting 3 days ago regarding the THE FIRST successful deployment of Atomic Weapons and I apologize for that.

Hey, I have a job. Forgive me for my desire to eat regularly.

So far, these have been the only Nuclear Weapons ever used in warfare.

Fortunately. So Far.

You can argue about the necessity of using these weapons if you like, but if you do, I'll make fun of your Pansy Ass. Then I'll beat you about the head and neck with facts and figures to illustrate how fuckin' stupid you'd be to accept such a position.

BUT- What this post is really about is to remind people just how destructive these things are. And these 2 primitive atomic weapons, compared to any modern design, are like comparing .............. Well, something like this-









To This-







Now, if you're asking yourself, "Where is this silly bastid going with this?" Stick with me.

We all know how destructive these things are, right?
We've seen them in action 61 years ago and have refrained from using them again, right?
Wouldn't want one going off in your neighborhood, right?

Think about that when folks like this guy will soon be able to deploy these type weapons.

I Have To Switch Comment Verification Back On......

I'm getting bombed with spam from some spambot in the comments here, so I had to turn the sign in back on. Sorry about the inconvenience. I don't like using it myself other places and was hoping to be able to get by w/o using it here.

No such luck. This little missive has been dropped all over the place -

"Here are some links that I believe will be interested"

By reading this, I'm assuming this is coming from a person to whom English is not their native language. So even if I was able to trace where this shit is originating from, it's unlikely that I would be able to do anything about. It would take a huge amount of time and effort to figure out where this crap comes from. Time I don't really have.

Now, if I thought there was a chance this was originating from somewhere in CONUS (Continental United States, for you non-military types), I might expend the effort.

Not that I would do anything about it if I were able to ....................

Dean Karnazes isn't the only one doing 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days this year. Sam Thompson is currently 40 races into his 51 marathon goal (read about it at his Web site, http://50in50in50.com), often doubling up on days to make up for travel days.

That's why I was a bit surprised to see this press release come out on August 3rd, 2006, welcoming Sam Thompson to The North Face team. Don't you think it's odd this came out WHILE Sam was in the middle of his 50 marathons?

Hmmm. Me thinks The North Face marketing empire may be making amends on this one. Think about it - The well-funded North Face Endurance50 campaign accidentally steamrollers a nice, church-going runner who is already half way through with his 50 marathons to raise money for Hurricane Katrina victims. Crisis!!! What to do?!? Quick fix - add him to the team!

All speculation, of course. One of the fun parts about blogging is you don't need those pesky facts. ;-)

I e-mailed Sam to put his two cents in, as well as wish him luck on his last 10 marathons. Even if I'm right, it's hard to see how anyone loses in this scenario - lots of money raised, North Face backs them all, and two guys testing the boundaries of human endurance. It's all good.

SD

[Donate to Sam's cause here]

The Red Bluff Daily News wrote a great article about the 2006 Vermont 100 from the perspective of Bev Abbs. The Vermont 100 is part of the Ultra Grand Slam of the US' four original 100-milers, and like Western States, began as a horse race (although at the Vermont 100, the foot race and horse race continues to happen on the same day).

Dean Karnazes won the event in 16:26:12, with Bev Abbs placing 2nd overall and breaking the Women's course record by 57 minutes with her 16:52:33 finish (and even beat the first horse!). 2004 Trail Runner Magazine Ultra Champion Eric Grossman, Jack Pilla, and Darcy Africa finished out the top 5. Alan Abbs placed 7th in 18:45.

Bev does a great job talking through the race in this article, including running with Dean, the great work of her pacers, wrong turns, running with horses, and more. Definitely check it out.


I'm also pleased to see Dean rack up another 100-miler win. If anything just to remind his critics you can say what you want, but you can't deny that Dean is a phenomenal ultrarunner.

Congrats to Dean, Bev, Alan, and everybody who gave the Vermont 100 their best!

- SD

Like Crashing Your Car Wasn't Bad Enough .......

You crash your car into a tree and break your legs. Then to have This happen too?

"A teenage driver crashed into a hollow tree and stirred up tens of thousands of angry honeybees, creating a swarm that sent her and nine others to the hospital."

Major nightmare action.

Final Mid-Ohio update ..........
For now anyway.

Chief and I split up Sunday morning. He was staying in Ohio and I had to head for home. I took a quick run back out to the track and visited the The BritBike.com crew at the campground area I'd wanted to meet.

Seems I really missed out by not staying at the campground. They had a big Bike show and BBQ Saturday night and a bunch of the TonUp Gang was there. I met a few of them in the pits earlier Saturday morning, but I am sorry I missed the chance to meet and shoot the shit with these folks. Next year I may have to break my 'No Camping' rule. My back doesn't do sleeping on the ground to well and Chief and I did the Motel thing.

I headed out and took 2 lane roads towards home. I wasn't in a hurry and Interstate doesn't do it for me. I was basically winging it, as I didn't have an Ohio map. I snuck a peek at one at a gas stop, but being the cheap ass I am, I didn't buy it.

No problem. As I was cruising into Plain City, Ohio, I ran across this-
Yeah, a real nice Old Car Show.

Since old cars are another thing I like a bunch, I stopped. I spent 2 bucks to get in and walked around and checked 'em out. Cooled off in the shade and had a bottle of water as it was about 95 degrees out.

There were over 300 cars there, and as you can see, they were some beauties.

I really didn't take the time I needed to check 'em out well. But Hey, it was one of those unexpected bonuses of not taking the Superslab. A good surprise to add to an already great weekend.

I had a great weekend. Good ride (not counting the rainstorm).Cool bikes. Got to get all "FanBoy" over Agostini, Mann and Nixon. And best of all, I had a great time hanging out with Chief. We don't get to see much of each other and You tend to forget how much fun we have when we do hang out.

So thanks for coming over and hanging out. Hope you had as much fun as I did, Bro.

On the weekend of July 22^nd, 2006, I ventured up to Oakridge, OR, for the first annual Sunsweet Trail Running Festival. This wild weekend of trail running featured four events in two days, a choice of team and individual formats, all while retaining a relaxed and communal atmosphere. The weekend was the brainchild of Bev and Alan Abbs, who took a short break from their Grand Slam to organize and host the event. Despite blistering 100+ degree heat, we all managed to have a great time. Meghan Arbogast has graciously helped to write up our experience.

Oakridge, OR, is one of those sleepy little towns that is now exploding with the arrival of outdoor enthusiasts. For years I knew it as the only decent gas station/pizza parlor between Eugene and the Willamette Pass Ski Area, so I was surprised to see how much it has flourished. This weekend hosted both Trail Running Festival trail runners and mountain bikers for The Fat Tire Festival, a weeklong event featuring everything from downhill slalom to 24-hour races. As one of the local pizza parlor patrons told me “everyone comes in dirty and smiling…the only was we can tell which sport got them that is the amount of lycra they wear”.

As my Dad and I warmed up for the first event (a 5-mile uphill race), I could see why the trails had become so popular. The paths were wide and well-groomed, lined with lush ferns, and hidden in canopies of Douglas fir. Nearby rivers beckoned with cool, refreshing water, and the views of undisturbed forests stretched beyond the horizon. It is a slice of heaven, Oregon style.

I had signed up for all four races – a 5-mile uphill run, the 5-mile downhill, a 10-mile river run, and a 50k the following day. My Dad had signed up for the uphill race only, but I saw him eyeing the other races. Some of the racers we met at the start were competing as a team, with each racer picking one race on the first day, then doing a relay for the 50k on Sunday. Overall, about 40 runners were participating.

One would think that “40 runners” means “little competition”, but that is certainly not the case here. Oakridge, OR, is sandwiched between running mecca Eugene, OR, and the outdoor enthusiast headquarters of Bend, OR. Among our 40 runners included 4-time Tahoe Triple Marathon winner Sean Messiner, ultra diva Meghan Arbogast (looking fresh after Western States), Western States top finisher Craig Thornley, Oregon Ultra Series winner Jeff Riley, his brother Tom Riley (who finished 24:30 at States this year), world class bowhunter Cameron Hanes, Sunsweet speed demon Lewis Taylor, and the wicked fast Oakridge High School Track/Cross Country team. One thing for sure, the pace was going to be quick!

Meghan: Saturday morning began with a 5 mile race, which included a 3.5 mile hill climb through the forest with a gain of 2000 ft. A premium was offered to the first male and female to get to the base of the climb, so that guaranteed a quick start. The climb itself was long and hard. I caught up to Scott, and played cat and mouse the rest of the way up. As we finally summited (nearly 1 hour!) I turned around to see a woman had given me a good chase. That set the tone for me for the rest of the day.

We began the 5-mile Oregon Adventures Hill Climb just as the sun burned the fog off the river banks. Ben Altemus, a 4:15 1,500 meter runner from the Oakridge HS Team, set a monster pace in the fairly flat first mile. When we hit the hills I was about a minute behind Ben, with the rest of the pack about a minute behind me. Sean Messiner got his climbing engine chugging and quickly passed me, setting his sites on Ben. Lewis Taylor passed a minute later, and seemed to be going even faster than Sean (of course, Lewis was running for the Sunsweet Team, so this was his only race today). Cameron Hanes, the bow hunter-turned-ultrarunner, had a strong pace going and passed me about 5 minutes after Lewis. Meghan Arbogast caught up a few minutes later, and we paced together right to the finish. Despite the encouraging chants to “not get chicked” in the final 100 meters, Meghan had me beat. She finished 5^th in 56:31, and I finished 6^th in 56:34.

As we collected at the top of the mountain and soaked in the views, I learned that Lewis had rocketed past Sean and Ben to win in 48:08. Sean was just behind him in 48:22, and Ben got third in 48:33. Cameron had held on for fourth in 54:45. Meghan now had the lead for the Women’s title, but Jenny Knight had come in right behind me in 57:11, so Meghan’s lead was less than a minute. My Dad, Larry, came in 9^th with a strong 1:03:28. We all ate watermelon, rested, and awaited the start of the downhill race in less than an hour.

The 5-mile “Flying Turtle” Downhill began like a cycling time trial race, with each runner starting in 30 second increments in the order they finished the uphill race. A few new faces joined us as the teams refreshed their ranks. Most impressive was 8-year-old Dillyn Carpenter who was warming up for a race most adults would fear to try. If she could finish, she had a lock on the coveted stuffed turtle prize for the youngest runner. Jeff Riley (second runner on Lewis’ Sunsweet Team) led the pack. Sean, Ben, and Cameron were in hot pursuit at 30 second intervals. We cheered everyone as they began the fast descent, then took our places to chase after them.

I descended as fast as my Inov-8 Mudroc 290’s would go, excited to have an opportunity to “let it all hang out”. I caught Meghan in the first five minutes and floored it to try and catch Cameron and Sean. The temperature was rising as we descended, and it was hovering in the 90’s by the time I hit the flat stuff. I put my head down and cranked to the finish, but was unable to catch the speed demons ahead of me. Ben “The Bomber” Altemus had won in an unbelievable 25:12 – that’s 5-minute miles on crazy switchbacks! Jeff Riley got 2^nd in 26:51, with Cameron Hanes just a few seconds behind. Sean was 4^th in 29:13, and I got 5^th in 29:39. In the Women’s race, Jenny Knight sailed to win 30:29, gaining almost 20 seconds on Meghan Arbogast. Tom Riley came in right behind them in 31:47. Before we could finish our dip in the river, 8-year-old Dillyn Carpenter came racing in at 52:17 and got her prize. That girl has a future in trial running for sure!

Meghan: After everyone made it up, Bev lined us up in the order we had placed in the climb, and set us off at 30 second intervals for the 'Flying Turtle' downhill run, back the way we came. Jenny, the woman on my tail at the top, said she was a fast downhiller. I ran fast, but she ran faster, and by the end of the morning events, I had a mere 24 seconds on her.

We had a long break before the final 10-mile run in the evening, and most of us retreated to the closest air conditioned hang out. The mercury topped 102 degrees, so this last race was going to be a sweat fest. My Dad and I reminisced about the old pizza parlor, and soon found ourselves there splitting a pizza and pitcher of beer (no worries, I know I can run just fine with that kind of lunch). With a little “liquid courage” in him, my Dad decided to sign up for the 10-miler rather than hang out and wait for me.

I worried that folks might drop from the 10-miler Salmon Creek Stomp due to the heat, but I should know these runners don’t back down from some stiff competition. Only a minute separated the Oakridge HS Team and the Sunsweet Team, and there was less than a minute between the two Women’s leaders. Sean Messiner had four minutes on Cameron Hanes, but Cameron had just shown us all he can go fast when he needs to. Craig Thornley stepped in for the Sunsweet Team, and Maxime Long for the Oakridge HS Team. My Dad lived up to his promise and toed the starting line, wondering how the beer and pizza were going to sit, if at all.

Meghan: After the morning events, and a sit down in the Salmon Creek, I ate a big lunch, checked into a hotel, and rested up for the 10 miler at 4:00. Jenny said she would be there, but didn't feel much like racing. By 4:00, it was HOT! The clouds have given way to clear skies. The course was pretty flat along the Salmon Creek - up stream for about 5 miles which includes an out-and-back section, then cross the stream and back on a more technical trail.

The pace started strong, with Craig, Maxime, Cameron, and Sean out in front. Once my muscles warmed up, I tried to push a 7:30-minute mile pace, but my body temp kept redlining and I was relegated to something closer to 9:30-minute miles. Meghan was having no trouble, and she slowly picked up her pace as Jenny Knight stayed within site of her. About 4 miles in, we hit a turnaround where I caught a glimpse of the front-runners. Sean and Maxime were up front, but Cameron and Craig Thornley were stalking them closely. Meghan was really picking up the pace now, and began closing in on the front-runners. I hit the turnaround and saw my Dad on the way back – it didn’t look like the pizza was sitting well in the heat. He gave me that “I think you tricked me into this” look, but kept moving forward.

In the closing miles, I had plenty of invitations from nearby swimmers to take a quick dip and almost took them up on it. I ran the last mile with Erin Lynch, and we finished up 8^th and 9^th around 1:25 or so. Cameron Hanes had pounced on the pack and finished in 1:09:33, with Sean and Craig less than a minute behind. Maxime and Meghan came in 4^th and 5^th in 1:13, and Tom Atkins and Jenny Knight finished 6^th and 7^th in 1:19. My Dad had fought his stomach the whole way to finish in 1:35, but was all smiles at the finish just to know it was over. I was very proud of him for sticking it out!

Meghan: Runners were wilting. In 10 miles I went through 2 full bottles of gatorade, plus drank at all 3 aid stations, and I still was a bit woozy at the finish. I had seen Jenny a couple of minutes back at the turn-around, but didn't let up, and came in at 1:13 to her 1:19. She was not at all interested in staying for the 50k the next day. We had the 2nd awards ceremony of the day, with great food and comraderie, and prizes for everyone. We returned to the hotel, and I played in the pool for awhile to cool off.

At the end of the first day, the Oakridge HS Team and Sunsweet Team were within 90 seconds of each other, and Sean and Meghan had about 4 minutes respectively on Cameron Hanes and Jenny Knight. It was going to be a close match at the Westfir 50k the next morning. Unfortunately, I had to drop from the 50k in order to spend some time with my grandmother who had fallen ill (she has since recovered nicely). So Meghan will let us know how it finished.

Meghan: Sunday morning arrived without a cloud in sight. Brian (Arbogast) and I were both signed up for the 50k. I was the only woman signed up for the entire weekend, so really, all I had to do was finish, but I like to challenge myself more than that. I paid for Saturday's fun with tired, sore legs, but they were still functioning.

The 50k took place in Westfir, a few miles south east of Oakridge. There was only one other woman running the 50k, a handful of men, and at least 3 relay teams. After some instructions, we were on our way. The first section hugged the North Fork of the Willametter River. Nice, single track, rolling....I eventually hooked up with Beth and we stayed together, chatting, when suddenly, the men who had led the way, were all on their way back! We had all missed a turn, and added a bit of distance, so we all turned around and ran back to a very steep, very well marked bank to scramble up to Aid 1.

Beth and I tanked up, and started up the next section - a gravel road, that climbed to A2. My legs were tired, and I could plod, but she had more in her, and I convinced her to go on without me. She waited at A2, but I waved her on. I refilled my Nathan pack and continued slogging along. One of the male contenders for the weekend, Cameron, soon caught me. I was surprised he had been behind me. He said getting off course took the wind out of his sails. We ran together for awhile, and then he faded back again. This was a fairly long section of gravel road, but you could see forever.

A3 finally came. I re-fueled, put ice in my jog bra and my shorts pockets, chatted with Penny, Jeff, and Lewis (Jeff, Lewis, and Craig were competing as a relay team). They sent me on my way onto what was the most beautiful section of the course, and as of now, I don't believe I have run anywhere more beautiful than this. It was 5 miles out and back, on Sour Grass Mountain. It had Old Growth, open space, meadows, rolling hills, switchbacks, and views. I was still feeling pretty tired, but stayed focused on the moment. After about 20 minutes I saw a HS runner from a relay team on his way back, and thought I must be close to the turnaround. Alas, he was WAY ahead of the next runner. I caught a relay runner, then finally saw Craig coming towards me. He was 17 minutes from the turn-around. Next I saw Beth, and realized she had the overall lead for individuals! I was jazzed. We both checked on each other, and I gave her some salt. She assured me I was close to the turnaround. I met Sean and the original race leader, and then I was at A4.

I re-filled the Nathan pack again. I was going through 50-60 ounces between aid stations. I headed back out, and caught former number 1. He was not carrying a bottle, had planned on running from aid station to aid station. He eventually experienced his first DNF in 27 years of racing.

I worried about Brian in the heat, but finally saw him after the turn around. He was struggling with the heat, but still looked good. He said Tom was behind him, not faring too well in the conditions. I continued on, and soon met Tom, who still had the presence of mind to shoot a picture.

Finally, I made it back to A3, now A5. Craig filled my Nathan pack, Penny cooled me off with cold water, fed me gu, and they promised it was only 9 miles to the finish and it was downhill. Feeling inspired, I trotted off down the road. It wasn't exactly downhill, but it was fairly easy going, rolling for the next 3 miles. I was cruising a downhill section, noting that my feet weren't trashed, I had no blisters, I had been drinking tons and taking enough salt - life was good. I heard a voice below shout 'Hey Meghan! How are you doing?' and saw Alan. I yelled back that I was doing great (?!) and then I didn't see him anymore. How cool to have a hallucination, I thought. But I was in his aid station in moments, cooling with more ice water, and on my way again for the last 6 miles.

This truly was downhill. I felt I was going at a nice pace, and heard steps behind me. 'Fresh legs coming through' he said as I let him by. He was carrying to bottles of water, and wearing a fai rly heavy looking cotton shirt. He was soon out of sight. I kept focused on moving forward, relaxing, drinking. I crossed a gravel road, and thought I must be close. Then I came to an opening and could see I was way the hell above the valley where we finish. Gulp. More trail in the woods, another gravel road, more views. Eventually, Mr. Fresh Legs came back into view. He was walking. I caught and passed him, asking if he was okay besides the heat. He said yes, and that he had gone out too fast.

I kept winding down hill, and came to the face of the last hill. This was very exposed, and blistering hot. I heard a cyclist come up behind me, and made a move to let him by, but he said not to move, he was fine. I really appreciated that, as I was feeling less steady by the minute. I reached the gravel road that leads to the finish. Beth saw me coming and yelled me in.

As soon as possible, I was scrambling down the bank to the river, shoes and all, where I laid down until I was cold. Beth joined me and we rehashed the event.
She was first overall. Sean and I won the weekend events (well, as I said, the only woman in all 4). The times were slow with the heat (Beth ran 6:10, Sean, 6:30, I ran 6:35, Cameron Hanes ran 7:51). Brian and Tom ran in the last 6 miles together, finishing in 9:08, so Tom Riley got 3rd overall male for the weekend. It was quite a sight to see those two fried to a crisp. Alan and Bev were quick to get them down to the river to cool them off.

In short, I had a blast! RD's Bev and Alan Abbs were gracious, helpful, encouraging, and generous.

I agree with Meghan - this was a wonderful event. My thanks to Bev and Alan, the Oakridge HS Team who never let up, Sunsweet, and the town of Oakridge. Hopefully we'll see more of you next year!

- SD