Friday, September 11, 2015

2015 race reports - running



The Rut 25K
Runners at the beginning of the technical Headwaters descent.  Photo: Myke Hermsmeyer
I had a great time at the third iteration of the Rut.  After a rough race last year, I returned with high hopes for a good run on the new 25K course.  I went out quite a bit harder than I would for a 50K, but was still in the back of the first wave.  I settled in with a few runners pushing at my pace, and the long first climb to Headwaters went off without much fanfare. After topping out, I went ahead and pushed the downhill but was not able to start moving up until about half way down.  Rolling up into the Swiftcurrent aid, I felt about as good as can be expected, and had moved up from somewhere around 50th to 42nd.  I had a great second half of the race.  The climb to Lone peak went well – I faded a little near the top, but still passed and opened at least a minute gap on about 4 runners.  The descent went even better.  While I consider my downhill running merely adequate, my legs still had enough fight to run the downhill well, which allowed me to move up several spots while having a blast careening down this beast of a mountain.  After a quick stock up at the last aid, it was off to the Africa climb.  This steep climb broke me last year, and this time my left adductor cramped magnificently, but only once, and a quick stop was sufficient to get it loosened enough to punch up to the service road, which I ran, re-passing Scott Marron.  My legs had a little rally on the final steep downhill, and I was able to re-pass Philip Slama on the way to a 4.23 finish.

I really enjoyed the new course.  It has all of the technical alpine running of the 50K, and flows together in a logical, challenging fashion.  It is pretty cool to race over an 11,000' peak on talus. The shorter distance was also nice, allowing one to push the whole time and run the technical sections well. Also, the reduced recovery time was nice, about four days faster to full recovery than a 50K, and over two weeks faster to full recovery than the Beaverhead 100k. 

My run was about as good as can be expected.  I showed up legitimately well rested, and stuck to a successful race strategy.  I think that saving some energy for Lone Peak played out in my favor.  However, looking back at results, I do have a few thinks.  First off, I was kind of slow, especially compared to the leaders.  On the flip side, I felt good about my time relative to the always-fast Jimmy Grant, and I did outkick Scott Marron a local runner who ends up consistently running exactly my speed, so I think my time was good but not great.  More interestingly, I was one of only a handful of runners who negative split the second half, and I can’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t have been faster to push it early on, where I had enough energy to cut out something like 5 minutes to the top of Headwaters.  Not that I think I made a bad decision – the pace in the first half felt quite hard, and I was flirting with a substantial blow up on the last climb. But it’s hard not to wonder.  That might be a wrap for races this year, although I am fully recovered and hungry for more, so perhaps I’ll find a shorter race this fall to participate.
 
Beaverhead 100K

Finishing the Beaverhead 100k.  Photo: Leah Samberg Story
I had another successful race at the Beaverhead 100k near Salmon, Idaho.  The race is put on by a dedicated pair of runners from Salmon who seem to recruit the entire town in their effort.  The end result is a remarkable event on a striking mountain course.  This is the longest race I have done, so I went into it with a primary goal of finishing comfortably and a strong secondary goal of beating 14 hours.

The shuttle went off without a hitch, and after a slightly off camber rendition of the national anthem, we headed out from the start line at Bannock pass by headlamp.  A group of about ten ran off the front, and I settled into a “feels easy but is probably still too hard” pace with a group of about twenty runners. It was enjoyable to run with them to the first aid station as they swapped stories of 100 mile race epics.  Contrary to normal patterns, I had slept poorly both Thursday and Friday night, and consequently did not really ever feel good, which was unfortunate, because the morning was beautiful and the early miles were stunning.  I held on to the pace past the first two aid stations, advancing slowly through the group.  The tread changes from singletrack to jeep trail about eight miles out from Lemhi pass, and after passing one last runner, I ran alone, as I would do for the next twenty miles.  The running was easy, so I passed the time just grinding it out and trying desperately to keep the pace in check.  I arrived at Lemhi Pass at 5:15, about 15 minutes ahead of my time goal. 

By this point I had experienced a few minor twinges, my left hamstring was surprisingly shot, and my stomach was still a little off, but overall I was feeling OK.  The breakfast burritos at Lemhi were awesome. The first 15 miles out of Lemhi was one of the best sections of the race for me, and I clicked off mile after mile of runnable terrain, generally enjoying the trail as it snaked along through the lodgepole forest.  The “think I’m moving well” theory was validated when I emerged at the Cutout aid within striking distance of Craig Herz.  The long stretch to Goldstone pass climbs into the alpine, and it was good to experience some more rugged terrain. I started fading on the climbs to the Janke aid but still arrived about 45 minutes ahead of schedule.  From Janke, the course leaves the trail and traverses three minor summits on the continental divde.  Fortunately, my legs were not cramping, and I was too tired to push the pace much, so this section served as a rest. It was not ideal to have eyes glued to the challenging terrain since the route and views were so striking, but I had a great time bopping along, passing 55K runners every 5 minutes or so.  The trail down to Bohannan was extremely steep, true mountain running, and I loved it.  The last six miles were much more painful than I had anticipated.  My energy level was adequate and nothing was out of wack, but my core and hip stabilizers had been shot for miles, my joints were just hammered, and the rocky jeep trail was relentlessly jarring.  I set a relaxedpace and just ran it out to the finish.  I was pleased finish under 13 hours, and even happier to see Leah. I crossed the line appropriately thrashed.

For analysis, I was pleased with the race, and I learned a lot about how my body handles the longer running distances. My overall pace was consistent, and I did not have any acute problems. I think I could have run a little faster if my body had a great day, but overall I am satisfied. In addition to normal muscle soreness which worked its way through in a few days, I have had some post race hip pain and pain in the arch of my right foot.  My unprofessional diagnosis is that both are muscle and tendon related, and will work their way through.  I am granting my body a generous recovery period, and am hopeful to return to hard running next week at least 95% recovered.

Looking forward, there are no races on the horizon for about 6 weeks. I am pleased with my overall running and fitness level. Of note, my body is accepting running well, I have been continuously healthy since early May, and most importantly, my general stoke and gratitude level to be out has been very high every day.  It would always be fun to run faster, and will continue to work on my weaknesses, especially form, and also try to maintain an always-helpful robust aerobic base without obsessing about getting miles in. I am also motivated to try and rebuild some high end fitness loosely in preparation for the Rut 25K and ski racing season.

For philosophy, it was interesting to run another race at a true ultra distance.  In addition to the satisfaction of having covered 100k on foot, the physical endurance and mental challenge associated with the increased distance was rewarding.  Running 100k without issues certainly opens the door conceptually to running 100 miles.  On the flip side, I have never placed much intrinsic value in running extremely long distances and have no plans to sign up for a 100 mile race in the near future.  Currently, I am much more motivated to get out in the mountains.  I have a long list of adventures and am excited to chip away at them over the rest of the summer.

Leah had another great run in the 55K, finishing second.  She has had some ongoing IT band issues, which were exacerbated by the race, and is going to take a little while longer to come around.  Leah has had a string of consistently strong races, and I am proud and inspired. 


Old Gabe 50K

Old Gabe was fun.  The race organizers have kept the event as low key as possible, doing just enough to keep everyone safe and happy. The course is a few miles under 50K, but with 11,000 vertical, it is certainly steep and challenging.

I did the first climb with Leah and a group of 5-10 other runners.  The pace felt easy, but it was still probably too fast. I topped out on Saddle saddle in about 12th place. I started feeling some fatigue about half way through the long descent across the Bostwicks and down Truman and immediately scaled the effort back to a pace which seemed sustainable for the remainder of the run.  This de-throttle ended up saving my race. The run across Bostwicks and out Truman is quite enjoyable, and I tried to just cruise it with minimal effort. The first aid didn't have any food that I could stuff in my pockets, so I spent an extra minute or so stuffing my face with M&M's and jerkey before heading up.  I was psyched to see Leah shortly after leaving the aid only about 5 minutes back and in 2nd or 3rd place. I would later learn that she pushed the downhills much harder than normal, which played out well.

I tried to move sustainably on the climb out of Truman, spending a few minutes moving and chatting with Nick on the ascent, and spending a few minutes running and chatting with a spirited Christian during the technical descent back to Middle Cottonwood.  It was fun to see my dad cheering at Middle Cottonwood.  On the climb back out, I was pleased and surprised to see Leah cruise by to a win in the 25K. Nice work Leah!  I felt pretty good on the climb out of Middle Cottonwood, and was able to pass two runners and close the gap to Christian and Becky Wheeler.  I passed both of them on the descent, but also had quite a few adductor and calf twinges before emerging at the Sypes aid. Becky Wheeler didn’t stop at Sypes, so I headed out with the goal of reeling her in.  Fortunately my legs cooperated, and I was able to push the entire climb, re-passing Becky and passing Joshua.  I was in a good position at the top of the last descent, so I stayed as relaxed as possible.  Fortunately, Joshua didn’t quite catch up, and my legs allowed me to cruised it in without any mishaps.

I felt very good about the run. It would always be nice to show up with more fitness, and to not flirt with cramps for hours, but within those constraints, this is about all I’ve got. I started too hard, but realized my error early and re-jiggered the pace accordingly.   My biggest learning experience was that a race can be salvaged even if I go out too hard if I can just stop pushing the pace. The rest of the race was kind of a slow fade, but my splits and effort were even enough to move up several places over the last half of the course, and my adductors held in there on all of the steep climbs.  Also, I ran a strong second half relative to those around me, and also relative to Jeff Rome and Jenny Pierce, two local runners who tend to close strong.  

The course itself was great.  It is steep and rocky, for sure, but there isn’t anything too technical, and the West Bridgers are a beautiful place.  On a philosophical note, I would perhaps contend the 25K is the premier distance, since the course is super logical and beautiful and long enough to be hard.  I am also psyched to be recovering quickly, which is good ‘cause I am hungry for the next adventure.

Dirty 30 50K

Rolling to the finish around mile 31. Photo: Glen Delman
I had a great time at the Dirty 30 race. The goal from the outset was to start at a reasonable pace and push it in the second half if possible.  I started out slowly, according to plan, settling into the second climb at a pace that I thought I could keep for the duration of the race. I was in about 70th place.  The middle third of the course is a series of short climbs and descents, with a short section of technical trail just before the third aid. I ran this section with a small group of runners, and we advanced a few spots along the way. I made a quick transition at the third aid and pushed the next long climb fairly hard, which yielded another few spots, but also had my legs near cramping by the top (Mile 20).  By this point I was tired and unsure about my ability to maintain my position.  Fortunately, a good burst of energy allowed me to maintain an even effort and pace over the last 10 miles, including the Windy peak section.  This allowed me to pass someone every fifteen minutes or so with a small pad of gas in the thank. I finished in 6.04, tired but in great spirits.

Thoughts
Race strategy was good. It was disconcerting to start so far back in the pack, but I was worth it to keep an even effort for the duration of the course, and this felt like my first solid 50K.  I have an unconfirmed theory that it is a little faster to go out about 10% harder and roll the dice with keeping it together, but it is a risky strategy that has the potential to backfire mightily, especially when the backfire mechanism is usually hateful adductor cramping. I finished with some energy left in the tank, but even in retrospect, it seems that it would have been unwise to push harder given the threat of cramps at mile 20.  I used a HR monitor, and ran the first 5 miles in the upper 150s and ran the remainder of the course between 145 and 155, both up and downhill.  I was pleased to be able to keep my HR above 150 on flats and uphills over the last 10 miles. Everything else (clothing plan, appetite, hydration, gear issues blistering/rubbing, fatigue from sheer pounding, joint pain, etc) went flawlessly.  I didn't even take a digger.

Leah does consistently well at 50K's.  This time was no different. She started aggressively, burned all the hay in the barn but held it together, and finished just over 7 hours, which was good enough for 15th place.

Ski racing tends to favor my meager speed talents, so, it was predictably disconcerting to finish below 50th place, even after a great few months of solid training and what felt like a great race. But so it goes, especially at early season races. I was also pleased to recover fully in less than a week.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Owen to Teewinot traverse

The final few steps to the summit of Owen. Teewinot on the background.
The day after climbing the Grand, Kyle and I headed out again, this time with a leisurely 10:30 start.  We pointed ourselves toward Owen with loose plans to do the traverse to Teewinot if we felt good. The entire approach was relaxed and chatty. It was good to get back to the Teton glacier - what a  spectacular spot. After surmounting the terminal moraine, we climbed the edge of the glacier before deviating up into the Koven couloir.  We soloed the Koven couloir, and aside from some sketchy snow and full value 4th class rock steps, it was casual. To our surprise, the fatigue from the previous day slowly melted away. We would both end up feeling more and more energetic throughout the day.
On the edge of the Teton Glaier.
Feeling small because Owen is a big mountain.  Feeling late because it was already noon.
We took our time kicking up steep snow in the upper Koven.
We continued up to the Koven snowfield, then climbed onto the upper East ridge via easy 5th class steps on the south side of the ridge. All of the rock climbing on the upper mountain was quite enjoyable. We roped up for the headwall pitch, and Kyle of course fired it off with ease.  We summited at a fasionably late hour of 4 pm. The descent back to East Prong was quick, and after some debate, we made the only-slightly-rash decision to continue to Teewinot.
Kyle making quick work of the 5.6 summit slab pitch on the East ridge of Owen.
Running down the lower Koven route with a light climbing pack.
Kyle lead us flawlessly up intimidating broken ledges to East Prong, and we worked in tandem routefinding to 10,880. I lead us around terribly loose but quick ledges on the north side, and soon we were on the high tundra below Teewinot.  We stopped for a few minutes, drank the last of our water, took note of the beautiful evening light, and pushed on to the summit. We began our descent just before sunset.  Kyle lead us easily down tricky terrain on the upper East Face, and before long we were jogging down the climbers trail.  We didn't quite escape the darkness, but soon enough we were out at the car.  At a solidly moderate pace with a single rope and light rack, we summited in 5.5 hours, did the traverse in around 3.5 hours, and descended in a little over 1.5 hours for a 10.5 hour day.
Kyle preparing to engage steep loose terrain on East Prong.
Kyle killing his water supply. 
Teewinot summit. Yeah Kyle.

Running the trail below the Worshiper and Idol.
We kept our helmets on to this point since the descent of the East face of Teewinot is exposed.
What a day.  I just love the challenge of moving efficiently through technical terrain, and it was a treat to share it with Kyle.
Teewinot summit at sunset. Ride 'em Cowboy.
Postscript -  Upon our return to the Cimber's Ranch, we learned that two climbers had fallen to their deaths on the East face of Teewinot (our descent route) the previous day. News release here. My condolences to family and friends of Tyler and Catherine. While I am confident we took enough time and care to descend safely, it is a poignant reminder to respect the mountain and remain vigilant in technically easy, exposed terrain.  

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Grand Teton - Beyer East face

Kyle leading out on the second pitch of the Beyer East face.

I was fortunate to catch up with my brother in the Tetons during his move from a PhD program in Chicago to a physics post-doc at Stanford. Saturday was forecast to be quite cold, so we settled on the warmest objective on the Grand that we could think of. Leah, Kyle and I left the car at a semi-alpine hour of 5:30 and made it to the Lower Saddle in a touch over 3 hours. Another hour plus had us across the black dike, through Glencoe col and at the base of the route.  We were elated to be on the warm, sunny side of the mountain.
Kyle leading out.

Hanging out with my favorite person in the mountains.  Good stuff.
Climbing the clean fist crack on the second pitch.  Most of the photos were taken by Leah
For those who do not know, Kyle is a super strong climber, so it was natural to put him on lead from the start. With a good topo and Leah's memory from climbing the route in the past, Kyle lead the first five pitches quickly.  Although the splitter second pitch was the highlight, every pitch was quite good.  I took over and lead two short and easy pitches to the end of the roped climbing on the upper Underhill ridge.
Kyle on the crux 5th pitch.
I took over once the climbing eased.

Starting the final pitch on the upper Underhill. Photo: Kyle
With ropes stashed, we scrambled easily for over a thousand vertical to the summit, arriving on top among a hoard of Exum and OS parties and a fast party at the end of the Cathedral traverse. We tarried on the summit for only a few minutes before starting down.  The descent was long.  We did both the Sargents chimney and lower raps, then pounded it out to the lower saddle.  For some reason, we all kind of hit a wall at the Lower Saddle, and the ensuing hike out turned into a bit of a slog. We returned to the car tired, with headaches from the smoke and elevation, and with the clear reminder that even with eighteen Grand summits between the three of us, the Grand is always a big and challenging day.
Return of the alpine Ninja!  Good luck settling in at Stanford, Kyle.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Bitterroot - Twin Lakes to Ward traverse

Smokey morning above Twin lakes. Photo: Jeff Schmalenberg

A busy week of work precluded planning a suitable weekend outing, so I fell back on a trip in the Bitterroot that my friend Jeff had proposed.  Much to my surprise, he was available for Saturday, so after some last minute shuttle logistic planning, we loaded up and went for it. The goal was to traverse from Twin Lakes to Ward peak along the Lost Horse/Roaring Lion divide. Mario Locatelli pioneered the route, which was also one of his group Mountain Marathon adventure hikes back in the day. I have run into Mario out in the hills on several occasions, and he is a character.  Intrigued by the historic nature of the route, but with no real information or route details, we headed out at first light, keen for an adventure.
Jeff approaching the first summit.
The morning was great. We summited the first peak without difficulty, and dropped off the ridge into the headwaters of the Twelvemile drainage, then again to Tenmile lake, where we filled water for the remainder of the day.  From Tenmile, we regained the ridge and settled in, hopping across endless boulder fields.  We stayed on or near the ridgetop, and the traverse from Tenmile to the headwaters of the North Fork went quickly, as did the traverse above the North Fork. 

Alpine tarns below the ridge in Twelvemile.
Climbing out of Tenmile.  Photo: Jeff Schmalenberg
Jeff boulder hopping high above the North Fork of Lost Horse creek.
The day was unfolding well, and we chugged along at a strong moderate pace, alternating between sussing out the route, chatting about life, enjoying the silence of the wilderness,  and stopping for food every couple of hours. Just before the head of Camas creek, we dropped off the ridge to the South, eventually doing a few class 4 moves up to a notch which gave access to Camas.  We bypassed the Fin, then regained the ridge and pushed to Ward.  Content with our effort, we took a long break on top of Ward, then ran the last six miles of trail out to the car without incident. Jeff banked a ton of good-outdoor-partner karma by graciously running the motorbike/car shuttle while I ate pizza and drank beer in Hamilton.
Jeff on the short step out of the North Fork.
More boulder hopping in the headwaters of Camas creek.
Thoughts
Great day, great partner, great adventure.  I don't remember the exact stats, but it was around 18 miles with 7,000+ vertical and a little over 10 hours.  The route is long enough to be a challenge, moderate enough to be non technical, and definitive enough to be worth repeating.  It would not be fun, but there are bail options into Lost Horse creek all along the route, and we left a bike near the bottom of the North Fork as an emergency bail backup. I would contend the traverse is not quite classic since the terrain is not particularly clean or exciting, and it doesn't hit any major peaks aside from Ward, but it is still a very worthwhile outing.
Moving.  Photo: Jeff Schmalenberg.
Whites
During the same trip, Leah and I climbed Whites mountain from Bear Creek pass at the head of the Lost Horse drainage in a surprisingly long (11 hour) day.  We followed the route recommended in Hoyt's Bitterroot climbing book.  It was great to spend all day traversing though high subalpine tarns and over high ridgelines deep in the Selway-Bitterroot wilderness.  Whites is a rarely visited peak and it was great to explore this remote corner of the Bitterroot.
Leah on the summit ridge in front of El Capitan.
Stiding out on the return from Whites.  Foxy gaiters.