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Iditasport- Ididntsport

I’m trying to act like this is no big deal. Because in the grand scheme of things it really is. I’ve got my fingers, my toes, my life what happened is really no big deal. But I want to scream and cry at the same time. And let me tell you I did that on the trail a lot... All of the money, time, and preparation to have goals and aspirations ripped away in the hours before the race.

I spent a few years preparing for this. Hanging out in Alaska dreaming about getting to toe the line. When the flu wrecked my body the night before the race it didn’t matter. I was going to start the race. Even if I was putting myself in a needlessly dangerous situation.

So let’s start from the beginning.

People change, things change, goals change. And it appears that people in their 20s change more often then people more established in life. For me this past year has been riddled with a lot of change. Not external to me but very internal. I’m not the wide eyed 22 year old who suffered her way through the Susitna 100. Things are different. I’m different.

Every year I came to Alaska, the Iditarod seemed more and more attainable. My gear was better. My racing was more dialed. And I felt more comfortable in the cold. But I seemed to be loosing my fire, passion, and desire. The Tahoe 200 was a giant wave of emotions. The highest of highs followed by the lowest of lows. I fell deep into the post race depression. I went searching and grasping for that next high to unsuccessfully land myself alone and homeless.

These past 6 months rid everything clouding my life. I’ve had the peace and clarity to take a deep introspection on my life. Something that I know the universe had been trying hard to make me do for years, but that I continued to fill full of adventures and work. 

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So the Iditasport. I could tell you all the things that went wrong in the months leading up to the race from frostnipped toes to sprained backs. But really non of those mattered. I was here, I was stoked, and I was prepared. In my book the recipe to success isn’t the most prepared but the most unapologetically stoked on the objective.

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Prerace, survival training, ice climbing with a friend, and then a day at my friends Tony and Shawn’s house preparing. Things were going great. Other than my abnormal need to sleep and relentless headache. The night before race day never goes as planned. It’s usually a bit restless but this was a different restless. Night sweats to chills then jolting up and vomit. The cycle repeated and I ended up sleeping mostly on the floor around the toilet. The pain in my abdomen was severe and everything I had eaten the day before was coming out at forced speeds. It was the stomach flu I’m sure. Maybe the salad or chicken or eggs. It would pass. This was the last vomit then I’d feel better I kept telling myself.

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I forced myself to get prepared. I forced myself to eat. I came all this way and I knew things could change. Take it slow keep moving and things would turn around I was certain. They always do. I was proud of all the food I had kept down that morning. In the laying and seated position I’d barely notice I was sick. That feeling of needing to vomit lingered and I knew it wouldn’t be long till it struck again. But optimistically I went outside and got ready to start the hopefully 9 day journey over the Alaska range.

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I walked with my good friend Shaun out of the start. He and I had come here together and I’d hoped we would stay fairly close and be able to spend some trail miles together. Realistically that was very possible. I don’t walk slow. But the elephant in the room was making that hard. Shaun and I talked and walked together for the first few miles the talk helped distract me from the sharp abdominal pain but soon it became overwhelming and I needed to lay down. Shaun reminded me to take care of myself and walked off. I agreed taking care was most important. So I did.

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Now the entire field was far ahead of me. I couldn’t even see their figures on the relentlessly flat and straight rivers. I’d walk till the pain became severe. Then I’d walk till I couldn’t stand straight. Then I’d push a little further till I’d collapse on my sled and close my eyes trying to hold back the vomit. The effort was exhausting. I’d roll over retching off the side of my sled tears rolling down my face as the contents of my stomach ended up on the trail again. Maybe 10 miles into the race now. I wanted to bivy in my sleeping bag. My body was screaming sleep. But my head was screaming get to scary tree tent camp before dark. I’d sit up force food into my mouth and then stand up. I could feel the food slowly moving down into my tender and swollen belly and the beast reminded me that we would tango again soon.

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The cycle repeated over and over walk, lay down, walk, lay down, vomit, cry, eat, repeat. It wasn’t cold. Maybe in the teens but every time I’d lay down my body would loose heat fast. Severely dehydrated and alone. I knew going into the night was putting myself in a dangerous situation. I had cell service so I texted my friends Lourdes and Nikki. I was scared. Hypothermia was as real as it had ever felt. I was depleted and I could barely move. 

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I kept moving thinking I could make it to scary tree on pure determination. I kept repeating get there and sleep it off it’ll get better. It always does. But never have the easiest miles of the race felt so hard. The sun had set and I frantically pulled on all of my layers -40 degree overboots, down pants, down jacket. It wasn’t cold enough to need them but I feared laying down for a few minutes, falling asleep, and then loosing toes. 

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Dressed in all my layers I continued to march. Tears streaming down my face. Screaming in pain and determination. Acid running from my mouth. These were the hardest fought miles of my life. I honestly thought I might die. That’s when I pulled my sat phone out. Texted my friend Nikki and asked her to get someone to just check on me. I just wanted the comfort of someone checking on me. An hour or so passed. The cycle repeated. Laying in the fetal position on my sled acid running from my mouth I stood up and vomited and vomited and vomited again. That’s when Andy showed up on his snowmobile. Too weak to even stand at this point. There was no questions to be asked. I was putting myself in a needlessly dangerous situation. I needed to get out.

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We were certain it was the flu and going into the tent camps to continue the vomit cycle would just put other racers in a tricky situation. I loaded onto the snowmobile. And we traveled the 15 miles back to the start. Not without a couple of stops to let me vomit stomach bile all over the trail.

It was the flu and I spent the next few days horizontal vomiting and feverish till I caught a plane back to Bozeman. Is this how I imagined my Iditarod race going? No. This is the worst case scenario unfolding before my eyes. It can’t be real. I want to cry. 

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But maybe this was exactly what I needed to happen. To remind me that we can’t control nature. And that there is no such thing as accomplishing something but instead doing something in this moment. I had read on the plane ride here “Zen Mind, Beginners Mind” by Shunryu Suzuki. I was hoping I might be able to do some meditation on the trails and maybe find some enlightenment about my ever changing goals and motivations. But I think I found something even better than that. A new path forward trying to rid my life of ego.

I don’t want to be sponsored, I don’t want to be accomplished, I don’t want to be a badass. I want to be nothing. I want to feel fullness in life without arbitrary goals. I don’t want my happiness dependent on achievements. I want to have pure intentions and be my truest self. This trip to Alaska was different. I didn’t feel the same giddy excitement and enchantment that I once felt. A dark cloud of pain and suffering surrounded me. The flu on the trail only darkened the cloud. 

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My next trip to Alaska will be different. Paraglider in tow I want to experience these mountains that I fell in love with years ago differently. Because even though I don’t love them right now it doesn’t mean I can’t come back with a different perspective and love them again. I’m learning more and more that space and perspective are healthy and important. And that things change and people change and it’s okay. It’s okay to change. It’s okay to change what you want.

So hell I’ll say it again. I don’t want to slog alone. I want to paraglide. I want to rock climb. I want to surf. I want to fastpack with friends. I want to explore Alaska. I want to explore France. I want to master Spanish. I want to build my house. I want to meditate. I want to give. I want to just be.

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Tuscobia 80 - Hard for the sake of being hard

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Tuscobia 80 - Hard for the sake of being hard

It’s taken me awhile to write about this because I wasn’t totally sure what to say. I know what I would say if I saw you in person but writing this down is harder. Tuscobia was riddled with a string of misfortunate events but I don’t believe any of those things led to my DNF. I honestly truly believe I never wanted to do it in the first place.

So Tuscobia race report. It started back in August when the 80 mile race sold out in less than a week. I figured it was no big deal since I didn’t even want to do it to begin with. But I love the winter crazies and I wanted to go back and see them. So I put my name on the waitlist. It wasn’t till November that I actually got in. This is when I had to ask myself. Do you actually want to do this race and are doing this for the right reason? In my head I said sure. I am capable of doing this and it would be good training for Alaska. Plus I wanted to see my friends again. Though in all honesty non of those are good enough reasons.

Life added some rollercoasters in the fall and my desire to go to the Tuscobia kept getting smaller and smaller. I remember messaging my friend Kummer and saying I wanted to stay in Bozeman for New Years because it would give me a greater chance to be social and possibly meet some new men. But after saying that out loud I knew how stupid that was. Tuscobia with the winter crazies was exactly where I wanted to be on New Years and I new that. So the race was a go.

I flew into Ohio a few days before hand to see my pregnant sister. Then my friend Lester who was driving up from South Carolina picked me up on the way. We would have a 10hr drive together to get to the race. I drive a lot and mostly alone so a 10hr drive didn’t sound like much to me. My sister dropped me off with Lester in the morning and we were headed towards Rice Lake, WI. That was until the truck slowed to 40 mph. It was throwing some warning codes on the dash so I quickly read through the manual. It looks like the diesel fuel might be jelling I read. He had last filled up in Kentucky which wouldn’t treat there fuel for -10F so it was a possible idea. We pulled over and added some mixture to the fuel. Back on the interstate for another few miles and it was back down to 30 mph. This game of pull over drive slow pull over drive slow went on all the way to Indianapolis were after 4hrs and only traveling 100 miles we pulled into a Ford dealership. 3 more hours later and we had a fixed truck. Apparently the fuel filters Lester got changed in SC were cranked too tight and broke the fuel pump. This was allowing air to get sucked into the pump and thus loose engine power. Whatever the issue was didn’t matter at this point. The truck was fixed and we still had over 8hrs to drive to get to the race.

Lester finally able to breath after a stressful morning stopped at a local Wendys to get a burger for the road. The lady at the counter took his 5 dollar bill held it up to the light a few times and then gave him his change. I chuckled a bit at the idea of someone questioning the realness of a 5 dollar bill. But we were finally moving so spirits were high. That was till we hit Chicago. The set back with the broken truck sent us straight through Chicago during rush hour. We sat in bumper to bumper traffic for hours, with incredibly icy and slick roads, that led us straight to toll road central. The drive through Chicago added at least another hour if not more to our already close to 18hr day now. Needless to say Lester and I were both silent and unhappy. We stopped around 10pm to grab some dinner and I would take over the final 4hr push into Rice Lake. The windshield wipers didn’t work and the windshield immediately upon driving became covered in salt and road gunk. I spent the next 4hrs into the early morning head forward trying to look through a tiny bit of windshield that was barely visible through.

The next morning we woke up and were just happy to actually be at the race. Against a lot of odds we actually made it. We headed into the nice town of Rice Lake and grabbed a quick breakfast with our good friend Scott Kummer. The usual pre race grocery store runs and then it was gear check time. Lester and I loaded up to the race head quarters with our required gear. I breezed through gear check while Lester got caught up with a sleeping bag issue. A few hours later and we were both cleared to race. We headed back to the hotel to get situated. The sleeping bag issue had put Lester in a bad mood and I was feeling anxious about the race. This is when I sliced open my knuckle. I felt so stupid the dull knife went forcibly right over my joint. I ran to the front desk and get some first aid on it quickly. After a quick call to my sister it wasn’t deep enough to warrant an emergency run. It did however feel like the final straw.

We returned to the race start for a prerace debriefing. I got to see a couple more friends from over the years of racing and the sinking feeling continued to set in. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to do this so bad that I didn’t even want to start it. I’d rather work the aid station all day and get to help my friends succeed then even set one foot on the course. Lester went into the hotel room after the prerace and I stayed in the car to make a few phone calls. I talked on the phone with a few friends repeating that I wasn’t planning to start the race. I was talked down a bit and decided I would at the very least start the race. Though I knew I wasn’t making it to the finish. The first opportunity I had to bail I was taking it.

Lester and I drove to the race start with our friend Scott. By the time the race started I was already unable to feel my toes. I was layered very lightly even though it was currently -12F. I had to run at the beginning because I was afraid I was going to loose my toes. I kept running and running checking in periodically to see if I had regained blood flow. It maybe took me 5 miles before I was able to breath comfortably again. The toes had finally regained feeling. All the running however had caused me to sweat and I could feel a layer of ice had built on the inside of my jacket. I had made a plan to keep moving until an hour before sunset. Then to find a sunny place to layer up and put hand warmers in my gloves. I made it to the first town 20 miles in faster than expected. I must have been in 3rd or 4th place at that point since I had run so much in the beginning.

A few other men were doing things in there sled so I decided it was fine for me to as well. I took off my jacket and watched the ice fall on to the ground. I hadn’t realized how bad that had become. I then tried to add my fleece layer. It must have only been about 30 seconds with my warm mittens off that my fingers started to loose dexterity. I reached in a panic for my hand warmers as the pain started to become extreme. Unable to open the hand warms with the current functionality of my fingers. I shoved my hands in my mittens anyways. Next came the extreme audible moaning the pain was so intense I was going to loose my fingers I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t just stand there freezing jacket less in -20F in the setting sun. I yelled at a person in a car is the bar open is THE BAR OPEN!!??? It was only about 2:30pm but the bar had opened when a few bikers came barging in looking for warmth. I was the first runner they had seen and I ran as fast as I could sled open because I couldn’t zip it shut with my brick hands. I blasted into the bar crying in pain. A few bikers were sitting at the bar and I went straight to the bathroom to run some room temperature water over my fingers. My fingers were already discolored and I was still unable to feel them. The water didn’t help and I frantically came back into the bar repeating I can’t feel my hands I can’t feel my hands. I sat over a heat vent for a few minutes massaging them but the feeling refused to come back. I sat down at the bar and a biker bought me a drink. My fingers had entered a tingling phase so I was thankful they would still have some sort of feeling.

The bikers at the bar were DNFing and though the plan was to DNF at the half way point I didn’t see any reason why DNFing now versus then made any difference. I hung out for a while with them at the bar before Lester came in. Lester proclaimed girl I’ve been trying to catch you for hours! I laughed and said well here I am. He wanted me to walk with him to the half way point but I was done. I didn’t want to do hard things for the sake of them being hard. I didn’t want to suffer for the sake of suffering. I gave it a 20 mile go but I was over it. I loaded up with the bikers as Lester headed on. They took me to the aid station were I got to help other runners continue on or DNF. I had so much fun talk to people, hanging out, and drying clothing. Not for a second did I wish I had continued to march in the ridiculous cold. Plus how often do you get to take a ride in Randys mini van!?

Next came the call from Lester. He was at a bar in Winter about 10 miles from where I had last seen him at the other bar. He wanted me to come and get him he was done. I hoped in the truck and drove over to the bar. It was packed full of snowmobilers who thought we were the craziest specimens alive. Thus they bought me a few shots and then Lester and I insisted we had to go. So we drove back to the aid station to find our friend Scott arriving. Scott had contracted some sort of cold but was in great shape. He made a deal with us that he would DNF only if we all went to a bar together. Thus the three of us loaded up and I hit my 3rd bar the night. I couldn’t think of a more fun way to spend my time at the Tuscobia than bar hoping my way across Northern Wisconsin.

Lester and I said our goodbyes to Scott in the morning and we started our long 10hr drive back to Ohio. It went faster this time with no car troubles and taking an alternate route to avoid Chicago. My pregnant sister was super sick but she was happy to get to see me for a few extra days. We took a short ice skating trip in downtown and then I returned back to Bozeman.

So what have I concluded from another midwestern DNF? Success rate in the midwest is 0 for 2. I guess in math terms I'd put it this way. X is a very hard thing. Y is just hard. X appeals to me so I go and do it. By doing X this means I can do Y because X is harder than Y. Y does not appeal to me but via this algorithm I am capable of doing it so I go and do it. I fail at Y. By failing at Y does this mean I cannot do X because X is harder than Y but I couldn’t do Y? That can't be true because I already did X. So it must mean that Y is harder for me personally because I didn't have the desire to do it though people may perceive X as harder.

So to bring this back to Tuscobia. I am very physically capable of running the Tuscobia. I am however not at all mentally capable of doing it. It is brutally cold and boring. And most of all I don’t want to do it. I think running in -20F in the flat boring nothingness of Northern Wisconsin is the most miserable thing in the world, and when I was out there I had the ability to change that misery so I did. And I’ve come to realize that being miserable is the worst thing ever and we should try and limit the misery as much as possible so that when we have misery that we can’t control, like unexpected health complications, we can handle them and say THANK GOD I DIDN’T SUFFER MORE THAN I NEEDED TO WHEN I WAS HEALTHY!

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White Mountain 100 - Cold Really Cold

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White Mountain 100 - Cold Really Cold

The White Mountain 100 is a race through the White Mountains of Alaska just north of Fairbanks. It's hosted at the end of March which allows for more daylight and less harsh conditions. I was excited for this race, really excited. But after my sole crushing DNF at the Arrowhead 135 just a few weeks earlier. I wasn't even sure if I'd make it to the start line. It wasn't till all the aches and pains had passed and I wrote about my Arrowhead experience that I realized my failure at the Arrowhead was actually exactly what I needed to get me to the start of the White Mountain.

The weeks leading up to the race were uneventful. I was relaxed and not even slightly nervous of what was in store. I paraglided a bunch and surfed and skied a bit too. The most important thing to me after the Arrowhead was that I was happy. I was happy when I trained. I was happy when I raced. And I was happy when I finished. I just wanted to be happy and if running didn't make me happy I would do something that did. The other two important take aways from the Arrowhead was consistent and appropriate fueling and staying positive even with a bored and ideal mind. The inevitable boredom and loneliness scared me the most. Still not totally sure how to train that other than extreme solitude... and with my dog Lopi I'm rarely alone alone.

The other elephant in the room was my rotated hips. I'm stuck in a forward rotation and have been my entire life. I had hip issues in high school track and field and pretty much my entire running career. However as an adult I barely notice the hip issues until I get 60+ miles into a run. It must be the constant bad form for hours on end that finally add up and explode. I've been in physical therapy now for 6 months and was finally seeing results after the Arrowhead. I however was scared of the idea that I needed to rebuild new running muscles in just 6 weeks so I stopped PT and decided to resume when I got back from Alaska. Better to run on my trained and tested muscles even though a body break down was inevitable. 

I flew up to Alaska the Friday before the race. It was cold when I got off the plane about 12F. Not unreasonable though and I was optimistic that the conditions would be actually warm. My friend Lourdes joined me that night and we got a hotel in Fairbanks. It's so cold there over night that you had to plug the car batteries in when ever you parked them. It's crazy to me that people live here all year round. I made sure to do a really good job this time of eating and drinking before the race. So much so that I kept make myself sick from forcing food down my throat. Though I knew I'd be in a caloric deficit after the race so I needed as much as I could now.

We breezed through the prerace checkin, got our bib numbers, said hi to some old friends, and started the long wait for the race to start. The night before the anxiety started to set in. I asked Lourdes how she survives the boredom. What she thinks about while she's out there. She said she thinks about nothing. Sometimes she counts or just repeats the same word over and over. I wasn't convinced I'd be able to do the same so I download a few more podcasts on my phone just in case.

We woke up early and made it to the start line thanks to the badass crusher Teri Buck who let us follow her. (She'd already be home in Anchorage by the time I finished) It's definitely a bikers race with less than 15 runners out of the entire 90 starters. You also get a feeling that they don't really like the runners that much since the very appropriately refer to us as walkers. I guess if it was just a biking race they could probably make the cutoffs shorter and the volunteers wouldn't have to spend as much time out there but I digress.

The race started quickly my plan was to run for as long as I could so that I could get as far on the course as possible before my legs started to break down. I had a strong start and was moving well. The air was so cold that I physically felt my nose holes freeze shut. A lot colder than I was expecting... this would be a theme. About 45 minutes in I ate some food and then reached for my bladder hose to take a drink. Nothing. I thought maybe the change in altitude from Fairbanks to the start had caused the hose to become pressurized so I waited for an uphill to check the situation. I took the pack off and got the bladder out. It was frozen. I was screwed I thought. I can't believe I didn't bring any other way to carry water. I'd surely not be able to continue if I couldn't drink in between aid stations. Then Lourdes came down the hill. I asked her if I could just have a little bit of her water to get me to the first aid station so I could fix the situation there. Instead she gave me one of her little bottles and we went on our way. Lourdes literally saved my race with that bottle.

The first aid station was just a table on the side of the trail. I drank a bunch of water and filled my bottle again. I needed to make it 21 more miles before I could sit down inside a warm cabin and really fix the situation. At this point Beat, Lourdes, Eric, Tony, Virginia and I were all very close. But I was starting to fall back from lack of hydration and fueling. This section also was when the trail turned from punchy runnable to soft sand snow. I could see Lourdes in front of me and I thought we might go back and forth between peeing and layering but it wasn't long till Lourdes started riding the downhills and gained miles on me. I was alone now and actually enjoying the scenery. It was beautiful and warm enough that I didn't need my face covered. My only wish was that my bladder wasn't frozen.

When I made it to the second aid station Lourdes was just leaving and we waved at each other. Inside the cabin Tony was trying to get some food down and warm up. I changed my socks and tried to dry out my shoes. I wanted to drink as much as I could before heading back out for a very long cold night. I ate a pound of bacon and my first PB and J of the race. I also drank a Skratch Labs Recovery shake and made another one in my bottle for the road. A skier who DNFed at the cabin gave me a second bottle for water and I was so thankful for his generosity. The sweep came to the cabin and said the next runners behind me were very far behind and I never saw them even once during the race. 

I headed back out on the trail about an hour before sunset. I was really hoping to make it as far over the pass as possible before it got really dark. I had put some music in my headphones at the last aid station and was hoping it would help distract my mind. Instead I just got to think about things with some background music. A few miles down the trail I came up on Tony. Tony had just changed into some serious winter over boots. They looked like they might have been rated for -40F. My shoes and socks were wet and as I passed him I started to think. Was it really going to get that cold tonight? Was I going to get frostbite? Should I put on all my layers before it gets really cold? The thoughts swirled through my head. I stopped waited for Tony to catch up and confessed. Tony I'm really scared. If something happens out here in this 23 mile section the people behind us are hours away and the people in front are hours away. I'd be screwed. You want to walk with me through the night over this pass for safety reasons? Tony was kind of enough to oblige and we chatted for a bit as the sunset. 

Tony shouted look up and the northern lights were dancing above us. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Vibrant greens and purples and pinks dancing across the sky. We stopped and tried to take a couple pictures. Then we kept moving to stay warm. I'd look up every once and awhile to watch them but Tony and I no longer talked. It was way to cold to pull the buff down from your face and the higher we rose the less tree coverage we had and the wind chilled us to the bone.

This is when things went really down hill. The temps read -28F and with the wind chill it could have easily been -30F. Even with 4 jackets on my arms started to go numb. The artificial hand warms were key and I kept moving my toes hoping they wouldn't get frost bite. But the worst of all was that everything was frozen and I couldn't pull my buff down long enough to put any food or water in. Tony's head lamp was comforting. Just knowing he was there made it feel less scary. But I started to think that if a snowmobile came by I might take the easy way out. But they never came and by 4am Tony and I had successfully made it to the 3rd aid station.

This was my favorite aid station. The volunteers were great, the warmth was amazing, and I ate literally 5 PB and Js. Lourdes and Eric were still there when we arrived but on their way out. Tony wanted to sleep so he passed out and Fred woke up and we chatted for a bit. Fred was fast really fast but was widely under dressed for the conditions. He had spent a good amount of time in the aid station warming up before going back out to brave the conditions. I left a few minutes before him and he quickly caught me. We chatted and walked together for a bit but my pace was too slow for him to stay warm so he took off. My headlamp was dead so I walked alone in the dark really appreciating the northern lights. I tried the counting thing but mostly found my self repeating over and over "The faster you run the faster you're done". This motivated me to the next medic tent and then finally to the last aid station. But my hip issues had caught up to me and around mile 70 I was unable to bend my left knee.

Walking became a chore and the only way I could even move fast enough was to shuffle at other peoples walking pace. I looked more like I was cross country skiing than running since I would swing my left leg out around by the hip instead of bending it. At the last aid station I sat down for a bit and eat one last PB & J. I was in the final 19 miles to the finish and it was now going to be a death march. It sucked that I felt so good and did everything right just to have my body go out first. But I knew it was going to happen so I pushed through the pain. Screaming in pain every time I had to run. Repeating over and over The faster you run the faster your done. I needed to make it to the finish before sunset. I didn't have a headlamp and I wasn't about to freeze out there another night.

I was in the final 7 miles to the finish when Tony finally caught me. I was so happy to see him. We were climbing up the wall right before the final horrible 6 miles of uphill to the finish. We chatted for a bit but he was walking and I couldn't keep up even at my shuffle. He kindly gave me his headlamp just incase and took off for the finish. I kept him in my sights for awhile but I started to hallucinate as the light started to get dimmer. I kept seeing Tony hiding in the woods. So vividly that I would shout Tony what are you doing. I kept trying to talk to him before he disappear into a tree. Then the pain in my knee became unbearable I would just start shouting like a crazy person every time I had to run. The faster you run the faster you're done! It felt like the finish took forever. Probably because it did but it was still daylight so I met my goal. 

I grabbed a bunch of food to eat and then jumped in the car and Lourdes and I headed back for the hotel. Now it was time to take stock. Only one blister on my big toe which I counted as a success. Lower back and shoulder chaffing from the backpack. Butt crack and inner thigh chaffing from well you know... Feet swollen from 37hrs of being on them and well hmmm that left knee ya that didn't bend for a solid 3 days.

I was actually in super great shape for running almost the entire race granted a shuffle run but still a run. Made me wish I didn't have messed up hips or might have been able to finish hours faster. But in conclusion I've canceled all my upcoming races to focus on my hips. I don't want to feel like mile 60 is the guaranteed death of my knee at every race because of my hips. And I'd also like to not have to use my high pain tolerance all the time. Stay tuned for full body reset. I know it'll take months and lots of work but it will be worth it in the end. 

 

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How to Build a Running Sled 2.0

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How to Build a Running Sled 2.0

As you may remember I wrote a blog about a year ago about how to build a running sled on a budget. I then ran 100 miles in Alaska with that sled, and am here to say that maybe the budget sled isn't the best option for serious endurance events. It probably is killer for dicking around town or whatever but I probably wouldn't take it out on my longest runs. So here I am coming back for round two because I just can't seem to get enough of those winter ultras!

I spent a lot of time this year researching gear and trying to go as light as possible. I really want to minimize weight and force on my hips. This is what I came up with.

Gear List:

Now that you have the meat lets get started!

Step 1: Cut the handles off the adidas bad. They're just going to get in the way anyways.

Step 2: Take bag outside and apply the first layer of water proofing. Let dry for 30 minutes while you do the rest of the steps. (pretty much just follow the instructions on the box) 

Step 3: Apply wax to the bottom of the sled and buff until shiny!

Step 4: Cut the rope from the sled in half and burn the ends.

Step 5: Tie a over hand knot on a bite and then mark the PVC pipe where you are going to cut.

Step 6: Cut the PVC pipe and then measure against the other pipe so they are the same length. Feed the rope through and tie the knot again.

Step 7: Add the next layer of water proofing.

Step 8: Attach the PVC pipes opposite each other to the connection points on the back of the harness. OPTIONAL: you can then connect the harness to a running backpack to take more weight of your hips (pretty cool right!?)

Step 9: Add bungee cords to hold bag and other gear in the sled while running. Maybe even a mesh bungee might work well!

That's it! Now to test the ultra light sled in some harsher conditions. Stay tuned....

DECEMBER 29TH UPDATE

I've put about 150+ miles on my sled now and I've decided to make a few modifications.

First I bought a new 120L duffle bag from REI

This duffle bag fits perfectly in the sled and doesn't slide around from front to back. I also was able to connect it into the sled using carabiners and maybe in the future for a more snug fit quick ties.

I was having problems with the poles smacking my butt while I ran so I opted for a more snug clove hitch to a carabiner to prevent rope stretch. I also decided to connect the poles farther apart in the back of the harness so that the sled does not tip over as easily.

 

 

 

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