Monday, December 26, 2005
Black Diamond AvaLung (thanks tina!)
Black Diamond Lightsabre bivy (thanks Mom/David!)
Our Paddle Sponsor Epic Paddles gave us some props on their site!
Friday I leave for Jackson Hole, WY. Corbet's Couloir, a narrow, rocky passage that requires a 5- to 20-foot airborne entry into a usually tracked, super steep mogul field awaits my arrival.
Jackson's Good stats
Base Elevation: 6311 ft.
Summit Elevation: 10,450 ft.
Vertical: 4,139 ft.
Skiable Area: 2,500 Acres
Longest Run: 3,8000 ft.
Annual Snowfall: 403 in.
Jackson's Bad stats
Single day lift ticket: $70 (absolutely insane!)
Season pass: $1945
Friday, December 23, 2005
Since the Baja Travesia I've been trying to rest. It's been two weeks now and I'm feeling great, fully healed (with the one exception of my right heal blister). Even though I feel fine I know that my body needs this rest after an entire season of racing almost every other weekend. I've read it can take elite marathon runners two months to fully heal... well the Baja race was almost 10x a marathon distance at somewhere around 240+ miles, so even though I feel all healed up, my body needs this rest.
Some endurance mtn bikers never seem to take a rest - Sologoat (2nd at 24-Hour Wolds) and Jeff Kerkove seem to either be doing some sort of racing or cyclecross all winter. It doesn’t sound like they take very much time off at all. Crazy – but to each his own. It’s obviously working for these guys.
This rest period for me comes at a good time as I’m trying to get my life in order before I leave Seattle for Jan and Feb. I have one more day at Microsoft… which will consist of coming in, checking my email, boxing up any left over personals, then meeting with HR for my exit interview. I’ll turn over my badge and be out by noon Dec 27th!
Just three short days later, on Dec 30th I pack up the van and head to Jackson, WY where I’ll be taking the 8 day AMGA ski guiding course. After that it’s ski tour and train for the rest of Jan. I still don’t have a place to stay in Jackson so if you are reading this and you can hook me up with a cheap place to crash for Jan let a brotha know. I need one room with a bed, and enough space to setup my bike trainer and that’s’ about it really. Oh and access to a kitchen too. I don’t drink, don’t smoke and go to bed early (I’m so boring).
Febuary 1-20th I’ll be in Crested Butte, CO to ski and train. Feb 20th it’s back to Seattle. A couple of things are bringing me back at this time: The Life-Link Randonee Rally at Alpental (Feb 25th), and the DART adventure racing clinics we are doing for the Pro-Club (largest gym in the US).
Enjoy: I have to include a link to this SNL skit – so funny - Lazy Sunday - SNL Digital Short
Monday, December 19, 2005
Me on the 9,842 foot bike climb
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
There was a time when the geek in me was in heaven at Microsoft. I was learning all this cool technology and it was very exciting. The resources to learn at this company are second to none. However in recent years that fire has faded as another one has taken it's place. And so on Dec 27th, 2005 I leave Microsoft to pursue my athletic career.
Wish me luck, I'll need it.
“Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else’s dreams?” Orson Welles
Monday, December 12, 2005
Since I wrote a comprehensive race report for MountainZone.com on this race I'll spare you all the details... but I'll give you the basics. The race traversed the peninsula of Baja California - traveling more than 370km from the Pacific Ocean to the Sierra Mountains at 10,000 ft and back to the Sea of Cortez. My teammates for this race were Cyril Jay-Rayon and Jen Segger. We also had a second DART team racing as DART Gregory - Glenn Rogers, Ryan VanGorder and Jen VanGorder. This race was one of the most adventurous and challenging events I've ever done and we finished in 69 hours on less than 15 minutes sleep! Second place finished more than 9 hours after us. However we had no idea and my hallucinations had me thinking we were being chased down to the finish. DART Gregory finished a respectable 4th place after 3 camp fires - pretty impressive.
Paul Romero and Karen Lundgren of Team Sole where the race directors and they put on an amazing race. It's hard to say this race was harder than other races, but I finished this race so messed up that I would have to say - this felt like the hardest event I've ever done. There were times when we were putting up our own makeshift rappelling ropes in the dark, in a 10 foot wide, 6,000 foot high canyon that I could not believe we were on course.. no one on my team believed it either. We are an experienced team and we were freaking out, so an average team had no chance, and from what I saw no average team finished this race.
- The dolphins swimming beside our boat on the first 50km (31 miles) kayak section.
- The two DART teams riding the first bike section and the following trekking section together - it was just a blast to be out there with 5 other teammates pushing hard.
- Finally getting out of Devils Canyon, which took 6 hours of down climbing and rappelling super steep terrain and loose rocks.
- Arriving at CP15 and having them tell us we were in first place having passed Nike ACG Europe.
- The 26+ mile run to the Sea of Cortez, I was holding my compass bearing the whole time and having the team running fast enough that we knew no one could catch us at this pace - no one.
- Finally getting out of the boat at the finish, then having them confirm that we were first.
- Going to sleep, getting up, going back to the finish line and realizing that no one else had finished yet and wouldn't for another 9 hours.
- Cyril's navigation throughout the race.
- Being absolutely embarrassed by team Silly Rabbits (Salomon) Rick Barraff, Harold Zundel and Emily Durksen on the first paddle section - they hammered on everyone
- Sitting in a cactus on the first bike section, oh the pain. Thanks Glenn for pulling the needles out of my ass. He didn't want to do it but I reminded him he has kids and to pretend I'm one of them!
- Thinking at one point in Devils Canyon that we were going to have to bivy for the night and wait for a helicopter to come get us.
- Hallucinating in the 104 degree heat of the desert after coming out of the 18 hour canyoneering section, I was absolutely crazy at that point on less than 15 minutes of sleep.
- The Mexican Policia jumping out of his truck with a machine gun and coming at me.
- After running a quarter mile to the last CP on the kayak section the rest of the paddle was pure hell for me. My asthma was out of control, I couldn't breath, but I couldn't slow down because we could see lights of another team chasing us down.. (or so we thought).
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
- A bivy (I've been eying the Black Diamond Lightsabre for over a year now)
- USCG approved strobe (we each need one)
- 30m 6mm climbing rope (for the canyoneering sections)
- 36" sewn sling (the two I have are 24")
- a dry bag big enough for ALL my mandatory gear
Starting Monday (Dec 5th) you can follow the race on Sleepmonsters.com.
On a more exciting note I have been working with Epic Kayak Paddles on a sponsorship deal for the team. Epic make the best kayak paddles on the planet. Today I ordered 3 paddles to be overnighted to me for Glenn, Seegs and myself.. we're getting the 2 Piece Mid Wing Full Carbon Paddles - this could be the most beautiful and awesome paddle ever made... I'm pretty sure.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Turns out about 1/2 the teams that races have become sick. The race directors just sent this message out to all the teams. Apparently everyone has come down with an infection called leptospirosis that you get when you are exposed to water contaminated with the urine of infected animals.
Monday, November 21, 2005
tina at Snow Lake
South Fork of the Snoqualmie River
Thursday, November 17, 2005
My first two runs were in complete darkness.. add a little fog and you get a scary scene. I could only see about 4 feet in front of me as my headlamp just reflected back off the fog that enveloped the entire ski hill. I say hill because it's just over 747 feet of climbing from the bottom to the very top. However darkness and spotty snow coverage made it somewhat challenging. As the sun came up the fog burned off and it became a whole lot more enjoyable... well, as enjoyable as skinning up Summit West can be. I got in 3,000 feet of climbing this morning and made it to work on time - booyaa.
"Either you ran/biked/kayaked/skied today or you didn't."
Monday, November 14, 2005
"The work of the guide implies abnegation. The guide does not go where he wants to go,but must go to the summit of which his client has dreamed. The guide does not climb for himself but primarily for the pleasure of the companion he is leading." -Gaston Rebuffat 1965
DART wins Explore CA 24-Hour Adventure Race - Gold Country!: Since RVG, Jen Segger and I just competed in the USARA Nationals we sent Cyril, JVG and Glenn to CA to compete in the last 24-Hour race of the Explore CA Series. We are currently winning this seires, I raced in the Catalina race and we've managed to send some kind of team to each one of the first 5 races. The series ends with the Baja Travesia expedition race in Mexico. Congrats to the DART team for bringing home a win! Apparently they battled early with Wellsport but then ended up winning the race by more than 5 hours! Sweet.
Skiing this weekend: This weekend I got on my skis at Snoqualmie. RVG and I skinned up Hyak, headed to the power tower and then skied down summit Central (ski acres). The skiing wasn't good but it was fun to get out there for a few hours. We ended up meeting up with Steven Wort and a cast of others from the local adventure racing community.. it was nice to get a good social day out and get on the snow. I am still getting over being sick, this cough just won't go away, so this was just my speed.
I have been talking to Steve who does many "beginners training" sessions. I am going to make an effort to help him out. It's of vital importance that we get out and get involved in promoting the sport locally.
Tidbit: "The average American will watch the equivalent of two months of television each year". - Don't be average.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
I recently visited the TRIOBA Adventure Race site to see if their 2006 race dates were up yet... and bam! I'm hit with our image on the homepage - pretty cool pic of me and Cyril. He's sucking on his hose and one could argue that I look a bit constipated. Here are the dates for 2006 - hopefully they have more long events this year than short.
- May 20 or 21
- July 15 or 16
- September 9 and 10
AR World Championships:
One of the races I've always wanted to do is the Southern Traverse, New Zealand's premiere adventure race, 400km, six days long, non stop. This year the Southern Traverse, which starts in 4 days, is also the Adventure Racing WORLD Championship race. My team DART, qualified in May by placing second at the Appalachian Extreme expedition adventure race in Maine. The problem is the cost of doing this race is HUGE... so unless a sponsor stepped up to help us get there, we could not afford to race - and that did not happen. It's really one of the big disappointments of this season. I'm not sure what more we have to do to get financial sponsorship.. seriously.
My lovely girlfriend tina has just posted a blog that is a public request for us try to get on the CBS reality show the Amazing Race. I still don't know much about this show. If I can put her on my running tow and hammer out mass miles I'm in.. better yet if those miles were in beautiful and exotic places all over the world... perfect. BUT if I have to eat cow testes - forget it. If I have to embarrass myself in any way or eat anything gross - it ain't happening. More to come on this later.
What time is it?! - It's time to skin up and ski down.. time to earn your turns baby. Snow is falling in the Cascades and Mt Baker opened Tues with more snow than anyone in the WORLD! RVG and I are planning a trip to Mt Rainier for some buttery turns this weekend. Sunday I hope to get tina out on the snowshoes in the Snoqualmie area... I can't wait, I love snow.
I enjoy reading Ernesto Marenchin's blog. Mostly because he is what I dream of being someday, a professional athlete.. also because he is the underdog. This guy came (seemingly) out of nowhere at the 24-Hour World Championships this year to take second and give Chris Eatough (6 time World Champion) a HUGE scare. Here is another interesting read - a Nat Ross interview after the 24-Hour Mtn Biking World Championship where he gives Ernesto some well deserved props. Keep an eye on this guy.
Quote for today: "The will is everything. If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, you become something else entirely." Henri Ducard - from the movie Batman Begins (corny source, good quote)
Monday, November 7, 2005
The week prior to this race I had a sore throat that never got better or worse--that is, until the pre-race meeting. Then I started to feel really sick. That night, I felt really weak and my sinuses were a mess with loads of mucus, which caused a couple of throw-up sessions in the bathroom. Although there was no option of me not racing, the times I was able to fall asleep I had nightmares of being so sick I would not be able to get out of bed. I would wake up and try to assess how I felt throughout the night, and it was not good; it seemed to be getting worse.
Although certainly not 100%, I woke up and was able to get out of bed, and I felt much better than I thought I would. The race started on foot with an orienteering section where you had to grab tokens out of buckets at four different CPs. We ran well and stayed on our bearing most of the time, with a few exceptions where we had to retrace our route back to our known point and start over. These exceptions made me think we would be way behind teams that nailed them all.
After dropping our tokens off in fourth place, we tore out for the next nine trekking CPs on foot. We had to cross a significant river, a prime gator spot where we heard someone had been attacked. If you look at the photos from the race you'll see the two walking zip lines set up by the race directors for you to get across. We didn't even consider them; it's faster to swim. RVG, our fearless leader, dove in and we followed; we would end up doing this what seemed like 100 times through the race. After getting all nine trekking CPs we arrived as the first place team was shoving off in their canoe. Even with our mistakes we were fast enough to still be in a good spot.
The canoe section was crazy, gross, ridiculous, hard, itchy and fun as shit. A volunteer forced us to take a red "heavy" canoe because it was closest to the water. Teams behind us were able to grab the 30 lbs.-lighter white canoes. At the time I had no idea they were different and might not have cared that much – however, I had no idea what lay ahead. We first paddled upstream for a CP in the major part of the river, then back down. We had quite a nice rhythm going. Once we got into the thick of the swamp, however, things changed. First, they call this area "17 rivers" because there are 17 rivers you can head down--16 HUGE mistakes to make. We were warned of this in the pre-race meeting. People have gotten lost paddling this area, requiring search parties, etc., "so follow the flow of the river at all costs" we were told. This was easier said than done. As we paddled deeper into the swamp, we approached our first downed tree that blocked the river. We couldn't go under it, couldn't drag the boat over it. The first three teams were still trying to portage around it when we arrived. OK, a quick portage, no problem. We got out and portaged our heavy ass canoe through the swamp, put it back in and we were on our way again. As we kept on down the river, it got worse. Teams were all over each other, trying to push their boats over logs rather than portage, fighting for position, almost pushing their canoes down on each other – at times - an ugly scene, but we quickly became good at it. Depending on how big or bad, we would either get out, stand on the log and drag the canoe over it, or portage around in the swamp. Some of the logs were such that there was enough room to paddle under, as long as we lay down in the boat. It was scary at times: You had to paddle, then hit the deck or get your neck broken. It was a challenge and while racing you had to somehow try and be careful about it all. Dan Weiland from Nike was not so lucky: Their race ended with him being knocked out and getting stitches in his head. And so it went for the next few hours, constantly getting into and out of the canoe to portage, dragging it over downed trees while balancing on logs, swimming in the nasty while pulling the boat over debris, lifting it over obstacles, killing half-dollar-sized spiders that kept jumping in the boat, flicking off leeches, hoping I'm not drinking too much of the brown/yellow swamp water that I'm swimming in, etc. During this hotly contested section we would fluctuate from top three to 11th, then back again.
The first bike section was fun for a few minutes, then the trail hit another swamp. We waded through with our bikes on our shoulders. I am the sweeper, so I'm usually last in our line. This is so I can make sure no team member gets dropped. So it was RVG, Jen then me. As I watched RVG almost disappear in the swamp with his bike over his head, I was certain that I would have to help Jen, but somehow with just her head above the water she got through it. But we did not come out of the water unscathed. RVG lost one of his egg-beater pedals, just the stem was left. This was not good news. We pressed on and RVG then got a flat. As I was changing it, we were passed by the team that went on to get second place. After the bike, we headed out on foot for the next trekking section and this was where our race ended.
We caught up to the front pack at an intersection and they said they couldn't find CP12. RVG had a good grip on the map, so we headed out down a trail as he followed the curves on the map. He knew right where we were, but we could not find the surveyors' trail that was supposed to lead us to CP12. We continued to look, going down a bit farther.. nothing. We assumed it was overgrown and since we knew the first teams had not found it yet, there would be no worn path through the jungle yet. So we headed in where it was supposed to be on RVG's bearing and convinced ourselves we were on some sort of old trail. Within minutes we hit swamp, and it fluctuated from ankle to just above knee-deep. We followed this bearing for a while; it should have been 700 meters in. It started to get dark. Eventually we crossed paths with a pack of about six teams and joined forces, all of us slowly trekking through the swamp in the middle of the night. It was very surreal. Shining your headlamp out into the swamp you could see little eyes reflecting back at you--gators, snakes, etc.; we were traveling through their living rooms. This swampy, dangerous terrain was no man's land, and we spent about 4.5 hours out there, sharing theories and ideas. Florida is flat, so if there are no features to go by when you're lost. With us were a couple of good navigators from well-known teams. Jennifer Shultis from EMS pulled the cell out and called the race director. The race director informed us many teams had found it and there was ribbon on the path. Whoa. She also said it was better to miss a CP than the 12:30am cutoff time for this section. As a group we decided to cut our losses and head for the trail again, skip CP 12 and move on. It wasn't long after hitting the trail that we found the surveyors' trail to CP12, much farther down the road than we thought it should be.
After getting 13, 14, 15 and 16 we ran back with EMS and another team to the TA. We would arrive just over 30 minutes too late for the cutoff. About 18 teams had made it in time. Our race was over. None of us had ever been short-coursed before; it was a yucky feeling. At this point continuing would be for fun and training. We would have finished the short course but Jen was not feeling that well. She had severe chafing, but worse yet was her year-long injury of plantar fasciitis. It was obvious for the last few hours she was hurting pretty badly: She ran bow-legged and only spoke when asked direct questions, and even then she only answered a quarter of the time. Whenever we entered the water she would howl in pain. So RVG and I left it up to her to decide. As a team we have one more race left, the Baja Travesia, a 3-5 day expedition in Mexico. So it simply didn't make sense for her to continue for fun and risk still being injured for the Baja race. At the time I was torn, but now I am of the opinion that was the right decision. We need her in top form in Mexico. First place wins $10,000.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
This weekend I traveled to Hood River, Oregon for my buddy's birthday. RVG's (Ryan VanGorder) big 30 celebration was a blast... mexican food and pie attacks (courtesy of Fleming). I rode Post Canyon saturday on my new Jamis xlt 3.0 - this bike rocks.. so plush, unreal. Sunday Seegs, Ty, RVG, JVG, Lee and I hit the whooptie-doo trail. After the crew parted RVG and I rode Hosptial Hill/White Salmon - the views were amazing.! Hood River is a pretty sweet place - a place I will have to return soon, I just can't get enough silky singletrack.
Overall I was very happy with the way I felt. No real knee pain, and my cardio was acceptable. I have 9 days until USARA Adventure Race National Championship in Florida. Judging by the way I feel now I think I'll be ready to race hard. How cool would it be to win the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.!? -Very.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Last year I did many adventure races and ultra marathons. Finishing with the USATF Ultra Trail Running Championship--the White River 50 miler--I had run with a pain in my knee that turned out to be a torn meniscus. All this came to light two weeks before my first expedition adventure race, the biggin' -- 2004 Subaru Primal Quest. So I had surgery rather than compete in the race I had been training all season for; I cried. They removed 25% of my right meniscus and the Dr told me to keep it to 15 miles/week. I knew this would be almost impossible.
Me: "Can I run that 15 miles all at once at least?"
Dr: "No, it's best if you run a few miles at a time."
I don't do anything a few at a time.
I heal and start the 2005 season off in great fashion in Moab with my team. Since then it's seemed like things have been going my way. DART kept winning and we have been ranked in the top 10 North American teams ALL season. I've even found a new distraction from ultra running.... endurance mtn biking (it's easier on the knees!). However, as the season wore on, I didn't realize how beat down I was getting. I have been racing every other weekend for the last 5 months! Way too much. Before I knew it my knees were aching again and my body was revolting... but I packed up the VW and headed to Moab with my crew, which included Tina (girlfriend), Matthew (buddy/mechanic), Chantrelle (friend/Matthew's wife) and their 11-month-old baby, Wilder (cutest baby).
I pre-rode the course with Matthew and Jari Kirkland the day before. Jari races with the adventure race Team Crested Butte. Currently Adventure Sports Magazine has them ranked 7th and my team ranked 9th. Jari would go on to win the woman's solo division (yeah she's bad ass) beating another adventure racing goddess Danelle Ballangee. As we rode, I noticed my heart rate was up way higher than normal.. about 10 - 15 bpm higher than normal. I ignored it and hoped it was the altitude.
Race starts out with the Le Mans from hell around a random bush in the high desert... just dreadful (I was actually wearing a mask so as not to breath in all the dust). As we rode, I assumed I was way behind, but about 3/4 of the way around the 15-mile loop Sloan Anderson passed me. Then a few miles from the pits National 24-Hour Solo Champion Cameron Chambers passed me and I hung off his wheel for a while, arriving at the pit a couple minutes behind him. I'm not feeling right, but with these incredible riders around me I am thinking I must be OK, least I'm in good company. Long story short I am not OK. I feel weaker than I ever have in my life (that includes many a morning after drinking way too much). I am not able to get my heart rate up out of level one--hell, I'm barely able to keep it in my level one. I suffer for a few more laps and I start to deteriorate mentally and suffer like never before physically. But it's a different kind of suffering; it's exhaustion, not exertion that is killing me. I was not riding anywhere near what I was capable of. Climbs that should have been very easy found me pushing my bike up hill and questioning myself.
After 5 laps, 75 miles, 8,500 feet of climbing, I snapped. I realized it was not my day. I thought about all the signs that were there and how I shouldn't have even come to Moab--because I knew. This was the hardest decision I've had to make. Deciding to DNF is harder than pushing yourself through the pain. I hope to never have to make that decision again. After a brief cry in my van about how I have never DNF'd before, I tried to sleep but it wasn't working with all the excitement around. Plus I could hear Cameron Chambers puking a few feet away in the pit next to mine.
The next day I had no muscle soreness, just a broken ego and, of course, achy knees. It's been a week now and I'm feeling great except for the knees. I'm scared I have done permanent damage to them this season. I see the Dr and get some MRIs on Monday. This could turn out to be really bad - but I stay positive.
If all is well, then I race in the USARA National Adventure Racing Championship in two weeks with my teammates Ryan VanGorder and Jen Segger. If not, I hope my teammates will understand.