Wasatch 100 Pacing Report

 “Success goes to the ones who do. Get up. Show up. Throw up if you have to. Do it afraid, but do it no matter.” 

-Toni Sorenson

Date: Sept 6-7

Location: Wasatch Mountains, Central Utah

Distance: 48 miles
Time: 19 hours

Of the five mountain hundos I am participating in, The Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run is widely regarded as the 2nd hardest 100 miler after Hardrock. The course, with it's 26k feet of elevation gain, is famous for its difficult terrain, steep climbs and descents, especially in the last 25 miles. The highest point of elevation is at mile 77 (10,467 ft) and at mile 87, runners are forced to endure the notorious "Dive & Plunge", two steep 600 ft descents over loose rocks. Add to this the amount of off-camber terrain, birthing blisters in new places, it's a brutal way to end a long day in the mountains. But I'm getting ahead of myself here...let's start from the beginning.

Sheila's participation in the race was uncertain and she subsequently did not start due to an injury. I still wanted to pace there since it would be a great training run just before I begin a taper for The Bear. So I found another runner looking for a pacer -- Matt Baker from DC -- and made plans to pace him instead. This would be Matt's fourth 100 miler, after completing MMT, Grindstone and Western States. His wife Lindsey would also be there as his crew chief and she could get me out to the Lambs Canyon AS to begin my pacing duties.

I met up with Matt & Lindsey at Sugar House Park last Thursday, dropped off my bags and we went to dinner to get acquainted and talk about the race. I got the impression that Matt would be a lot like my other two runners (Sheila & Jeanne): very self-motivated and mainly wanting the company on the trails. He didn't need a lot of data regarding mileage/pace etc, just some help with getting water refilled & getting refueled at aid stations. I was warned by Lindsey that he'd be a whiny pee-pants in the second half, but apparently Matt donned a different persona because I didn't hear a single whine the entire time we were out there. In fact, he was conversational, positive and a very pleasant person to run with, even when the going got tough. 

Wasatch Mts from Sugar House Park

The first of many "thumbs up" shots

The race started at 5am on Friday and it's always a slow, relaxing morning / afternoon for me as I wait to meet up with my runner later on in the evening. I spent a leisurely morning in SLC before heading over to Park City. That afternoon, I went to the only place I knew of -- Atticus Coffee -- which seems to be the second office of Bryon Powell from iRunFar. I took a local's recommendation and had the Wrap of the Mohicans and Dirty Chai. Oh my, that was a tasty lunch. They also had an open mic and it was nice to have some live music in the background as I read this month's Trail Runner, my blogs and followed the race. Met a nomad by the name of Shytei Corellian who is living the outdoorsy life, working at ski resorts, house sitting and writing novels. She's got one out called Merehr and working on more. It was great to share some friendly conversation with her & the folks behind the counter. If you go to PC, be sure and stop in there, it's a great place to eat and hang out.

Waiting isn't so bad...

Shytei

Since Matt was holding a 34.5 hr finishing pace, we expected to see him sometime between 8-9p. I met up with Lindsey around 5p, dropped off my car at the finish line, grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out to Lambs Canyon (Mile 52). We got there a little after 8p and Matt arrived around 8:43p, looking good after going through a couple of rough patches earlier. Temps earlier in the day were in the 90's and runners were dropping. A total of 105 DNFs out of 312 starters. Since I drove all the way from CO to pace him, Matt stuck with it and got through the low points -- one of the incentives of having a stranger from out-of-state pacing you, I guess.

"100 miles is not that far!" Sure, Karl.

Ready to roll out of Lambs

Anyway, Matt got some food, we got his pack refilled and we were on our way around 9p. The weather was warm - I had arm sleeves pushed down and pulled them up only when stopped at aid stations. I didn't need anything else for the rest of the night. After a short road section where Matt ate and brought me up to speed on his race we got on to some nice single track for our first 1500 ft climb out of Lambs Canyon up to Bare Bottom Pass. He was hiking the climb at a good pace and we were passing some folks. This was where I learned that Matt liked to sit down and eat a GU rather than eating it on the go. I told him he'd knock an hour off his total time if he kept moving each time he took one, but he insisted that this break gave him add'l energy, so that was that. Stubborn kid, I tell ya. Sheesh.

We got in to Millcreek (Mile 61) at 11:53p without incident. At this point, I was already hungry and was thrilled to find that my favorite aid station food - grilled cheese - was being served. I shoveled one down along with some watermelon and chased it down with some Coke. Both of us had hot spots on our feet. I put a blister bandage on mine and after we checked out and started on our way, Matt realized he needed to do the same thing. So I ran back to the AS and asked for a piece of duct tape to hold another bandage in place since his feet were dusty. Not ideal, but it got him to Brighton, where he had it tended to properly.

For some reason my recollection of the next 14 miles past Desolation Lake & Scotts Peak is a blur, probably because it was in the dark. I can't even remember the aid stations. I do recall scanning the sky for the Big Dipper, as I have seen it on my other night runs and saw that as a good omen. It was partly cloudy, but Matt thought he saw most of it, so that was good enough for me. 

GU break

We rolled into Brighton Lodge (Mile 75) at 5:03am, where Lindsey was waiting for us. We were ready to eat and to have Matt's blisters taken care of. Turns out, there was only one foot doc, so there was a bit of a wait. It was a madhouse in there, so many people crawling over each other. I had another delicious grilled cheese as well as a potato patty, watermelon & Coke. Hit the spot. Matt got his feet taped up with instructions not to change socks for the remainder of the race. Only 25 gnarly miles to go, what could happen?

Matt's thumb doesn't look as certain as mine does

We finally got out of there 30 min later and headed up Catherine Pass to the course's high point 2.5 miles later. I had been told this is a beautiful piece of trail and in first light, it was dimly apparent as Mary Lake & Lake Martha came into view. We got to the top of Point Supreme and enjoyed some sweet views. This is when I was finally able to get some pics of the course.

Mary Lake (I think)

The Beach

A GU with a view

Still had my Super Pacer socks on

Downhillin' to Ant Knolls

I recall that the descent here revealed I had a couple of blisters forming. By the time we got to the Ant Knolls AS (Mile 79) at 7:36a, it was time to change the socks. Why I didn't tape up the blisters, I don't know. Probably, I was distracted by the food. I loved this aid station and enjoyed chatting with the volunteers there. In contrast to the madhouse at Brighton, there were only a handful of runners, plenty of chairs and they had breakfast! I had pancakes, sausage & hash browns, just what I needed to fuel the short, steep climb up the Ant Knolls. 

We had 3 miles to go before reaching Pole Line Pass (Mile 82) and picking up an extra water bottle for the long, hot 10-mile segment to Pot Bottom. Thankfully, there was plenty of ice available at Pole Line. I iced my bandanna, put ice in our bottles and we were on our way.

GU time

Aspen grove & shade!

Rock Springs

As you can see above, first 5 miles of this section were beautiful. But we knew that at mile 88, the beastly part begins. By this time, both of us had blisters and Matt's quads were shot so the steep descent down the Dive & Plunge was just not fun. Neither of us fell, but there were a couple of near misses. I really didn't enjoy any bit of this section as the trail was just a mess and really tough on blistered feet. It was in this section that we saw Bighorn/Hardrock buddies Scott & Matt as well as Hans-Dieter and we would all end up finishing within 15 min of each other. As the heat intensified around noon, that was the one pleasant thing I recall from those miles.

Top of the Dive

The brief respite 

Matt coming off The Plunge

73 year old Hans getting it done

By the time we got to Pot Bottom (Mile 92) at 1p we were hot and dehydrated, despite bringing extra water. Imagine how we felt when we were told that they were low on ice and giving only one bottle's worth to each of the runners. The only soda was Diet Coke. I basically left with one water bottle and didn't eat anything else.*

The final 8 miles were nothing to write home about. Our final climb featured a dusty, jeep road in which vehicles would kick up dust, exposed to the mid-day sun. By the time we were descending the final few miles, storm clouds were moving in and the wind picked up. Once we hit the last mile of pavement, the heavens opened up and the rain fell. It actually felt good to be done with the heat, and the cold air kept us both motivated to run as much as possible.

BAM! Finished in 34:55

Matt crossed the line 183rd out of 205 finishers after a well fought fight to keep going, despite feeling ill-prepared for these mountains. It was a pleasure to join him on his journey and experience a piece of this storied course for myself. My summer of pacing is now over and I can now focus on recovering and prepping for my first hundred miler coming up in a less than three weeks! I'm getting excited about it, especially now that I'll be seeing Steve & Deb Pero there. Steve will be crewing Deb and has offered to crew me too (presuming I stick with her, of course). It'll be great having their company while I see what it's like to do one of these myself.

*I really appreciate aid station workers and their willingness to come out and help the runners all day long. Overall, the aid stations at Wasatch were great. But many of us going through Pot Bottom in the heat of the day were upset when there was little ice to cool us or our drinks. Someone had a point that if a race advertises fully stocked aid stations, this shouldn't be happening, especially when a) the number of runners can be estimated and b) the forecast is warning of high temps. I think a runner's expectation of having adequate ice/drinks is reasonable, especially when they're paying for that aid.

It's the back-of-the-packers that have to deal with these shortages, the ones out of the course the longest. And don't tell them to just run faster; we all know that developing speed takes time and there are numerous reasons why someone isn't able to run in the front or mid-pack, so let's not oversimplify things. Every race has those that come in the bottom third and they shouldn't be shortchanged because that's the speed they are running on that day. 

It seemed that aid station captains were given the discretion as to how much to supply the runners since some were well stocked and others were not. Perhaps the RD should be more involved in standardizing the basic supply levels, while giving them freedom to add their own personal touch. Maybe Wasatch can take a tip from Hardrock and have the extra aid station food brought to the finish line. That way, stations can supply enough for the runners and not waste the leftovers. My two cents. 

Happy Trails,

Shelby

Nolan's 14 Pacing Report

“Do it badly; do it slowly; do it fearfully; do it any way you have to, but do it.” 
-Steve Chandler

Mt. Princeton (14,197 ft)

Date: Aug 30

Location: Mt. Princeton, Sawatch Range, Colorado

Distance: 13 miles 
Time: 9 hours

If one follows the ultrarunning scene closely, it doesn’t take long before you hear of the Nolan's 14. When you run in the mountains in Colorado, it’s common to run up, down & around 14ers (peaks over 14,000 ft) since Colorado has 54 of them. Since many ultrarunners around here also enjoy peak-bagging, I suppose it’s no surprise that some of these mountain runners would try and chain many of these peaks together in a single push.

Back in the 90’s, Jim Nolan, a mountaineer who had tagged all of Colorado’s 14ers, mapped out a route of fourteen 14ers in the Sawatch Range in central Colorado (Mt Massive to Mt Shavano), which would cover approximately 100 miles. The first attempts at this colossal endeavor started in 1999, and in 2001, four people bagged all 14 peaks. This particular “adventure run/race” had a 60 hour time limit, but as TK has remarked, anyone who can summit 14 of these mountains at once has accomplished something special, no matter how long it takes. The shortest routes between the peaks are not necessarily the common ones, so finding the best route is part of the challenge. When mistakes are made and routes are missed, sleep deprivation dulls the brain and storms roll in quickly, the difficulties of merely getting over 14 mountains fast are compounded. As in an ultra, you never know what can happen to you when you're exerting yourself (at high altitude!) for that long. That's part of the appeal of this sort of intense endeavor.

While only 7 have finished the full route since 1999 (15% finisher rate) there have been many attempts made. My friend Julian, who is an experienced ultrarunner and mountaineer, has had this on his bucket list and planned to attempt it over Labor Day weekend. As a Leadman and a bona fide Hardrocker (both directions), this is just the kind of challenge that would engage his imagination. I offered to help and he suggested that I pace him over summit #4, Mt. Princeton, one of the most challenging of the 14.

Since he was taking the South – North route, I met up with Julian’s wife Lisa in Buena Vista and together we met Julian at the Grouse Gulch trailhead around 1:45pm. He had already summited Mt Shavano, Tabeguache Peak & Mt. Antero earlier in the day and was looking great. After having some soup and a potato & cheese burrito, we were off in the light rain, headed up Grouse Gulch.

Julian, upon arrival

Lisa had a great little setup for cooking

I hope to have one of these in a few weeks

Ready to go, rain or shine

We followed the trail as it led us up the east side of Grouse Creek, where the trail was a bit overgrown. Obviously, this is not the common route up Princeton. Lots of sticker bushes and fallen trees and if I was doing this in the spring or early summer, would be doused with DEET as I understand ticks are common in these parts. After going through an aspen grove, we came to a talus field, the first of many that I would gain experience with on this journey. We were a little over a mile into the climb at this point. We then went up the drainage to get to the rib where the southwest ridge came in to view.

It's a jungle out there

The first of many potential ankle-turners we encountered 

Climbing out of the drainage

We started the hike at about 9,100 feet. By the time we hit the two mile mark, we had climbed nearly 4,000 feet. My calves were hollering at me most of the way. Julian, being a stud, just hiked up like it was no big deal. At this point, we began taking lines along the side of the ridge (class 2-ish scramble) in which he pointed out a herd of mountain goats to me and we finally got to the point where the summit was in view.

Looking back at the lower line we used to go across

The little white specks in the bottom center are mountain goats

There were no safe lower lines to take to the summit, so we climbed up and over Point 13,971 and down the north side to the “trail” that led us back up to the ridge. After another 30 min or so, we made it to the summit around 6:30. Julian sent up a Spot Tracker signal to mark his summit time and we prepared for the descent.

Spotted: the summit

Heading up Pt 13,971

Looking at the summit from Pt 13,971

Going down the talus slope to catch the trail back up the ridge

Yours truly (Photo: Julian)

Final push to the summit

BAM! and #4 is bagged.

View of Mt Yale to the north

View of the ridge we just crossed to the west

View of Mt Antero to the south

The goal was to descend into Maxwell Gulch, take a jeep road that would lead to the Colorado Trail, about 6 miles from the next aid. We had a couple of options for getting down: 1) taking the NE ridge all the way across and down or 2) going straight down the avalanche gully on the north side. As I was having trouble getting my non-sticky soled shoes to grip on the talus, I voted for the gully, thinking we could glissade down on our feet. Julian thought this may be the quickest way down, tho’ in retrospect, we have our doubts. While there was some fun glissading to be had, it only lasted about a 1/3 of the way down. After that, we were mostly picking our route over loose rock as the sun set and we were using our headlamps. It took nearly three hours for us to get down off the mountain and on to the Colorado Trail. Julian radioed to Lisa that we were running late (we were due by 11p) and hoped to be there around 11:15 if we could run some of the next 6 miles.

This actually looked fun and it was...until it wasn't.

Long story short, we got there about 11:45p with Lisa, Sheila & John waiting. Sheila was pacing Julian over Mt Yale and she was hyped up on caffeine and ready to roll. Julian was feeling more tired was about to hit a low point in the next few hours. I was glad he had Sheila to keep him company and help him through that time.

Julian & Sheila as they headed out.

Having thoroughly been schooled on the rigors of climbing 14-ers, I was toast. My only 14er up until this point was Pike Peak (Barr & Crags trails) and was not a good indication of what I’d be experiencing on Princeton. I realized that I need to add a few 14ers into my annual training runs to get better at scrambling up and down talus slopes and across the ridges. I also need steeper vertical in my training to increase my strength and endurance on the climbs.

Julian managed to summit 12 of the 14 peaks in under 60 hours in his Nolan’s attempt, which is the farthest anyone’s gotten this year. After doing just one of those summits, I understand just how incredible an accomplishment that is. I expect him to go at it again using lessons learned this year to get all 14. He'll get it done, I'm sure of it.

As for me, I'm in major recovery mode as I prepare to pace at Wasatch 100 this Saturday. Those steep climbs gave my calves & hams a good workout and they're still feeling the effects as of today. After two days off, just one 40 min easy run and two 60 min easy runs are all I have on the docket for this week. Looking forward to sampling a bit of this course, widely considered the second hardest 100 after Hardrock. Stay tuned!

If you find the Nolan's 14 intriguing, learn more about it here & check out the reports of the three who finished in 2012:

• Matt Mahoney's Nolan's 14 site
• Jill Homer's blog post 
• Jared Campbell's report
• Matt Hart's report
• Eric Lee's report

The Julian Smith featured in this blog should not to be confused with this one, of YouTube fame:


Happy Trails,

Shelby

Leadville 100 Pacing Report

“…I run to feel. I run for the experience. I train hard and prepare as best I can, but I do not want every race to have an expected outcome, to go just as I had planned. Where is the value in leaving out discovery and self-examination?” 
–Joe Grant

Start/Finish Line

Date: Aug 17 - 18

Location: Leadville, CO

Distance: 40 miles 
Time: 12 hours

Let me start off by saying how difficult this report has been to write. Between my impressions of the race, the stories of the various runners I encountered as well as my own feelings of being a part of this weekend’s events, I’ve had a hard time whittling it down to a concise narrative that won't bore the average reader. I hope that after having a few days to chew on things, I’m able to put something together that both shares my story & perspective well within the confines of this format. If you've never been to Leadville, please at least read my thoughts at the end of the post. You ought to know what you're going to experience there before paying the fee. 

Ok, here goes…

As with all the races this year, this was my first time participating in the Leadville 100 Trail Run, the most popular (or rather, populated) 100-mile race in the country. Over 1,200 entered the race this year and about 950 started. It is on a beautiful out-and-back course in the Colorado Rockies, with the high point being Hope Pass at 12,600 feet. Total elevation gain is around 15,000 feet. Runners leave Leadville and go over Sugarloaf and then Hope Pass to the Winfield aid station. They then return back to Leadville retracing their steps back over Hope Pass and Sugarloaf. It requires no qualifier and historically has about a 50% finisher rate. It's also the only 100 miler that is corporate-owned as far as I know and the difference in culture from other mountain 100s was striking. I’ll get to that later.

Sheila and I had high hopes that it would be a good day for her. She's finished this race twice (after battling her usual stomach issues) and loves the course. She was feeling great, excited and ready to race. Unfortunately, despite an iron will and muscles that are able to endure through 100 miles, her stomach keeps shutting her down around the 40 mile mark. Her race ended at the Hopeless Aid Station with an IV in her arm. It was terribly frustrating for her to be stopped yet again and unable to recover.

Sheila leaving Twin Lakes

I was waiting at Winfield (mile 50) when I got the news, so I headed back to Twin Lakes (mile 60) with plans to pick up another runner as there’s always someone in need of a pacer. There were two people in particular that I wanted to check in on – Hans-Dieter Weisshaar and Jeanne Kysar-Carey. 

Hans (who I wrote about in my Hardrock report) was going after his 1,000 buckle, after DNFing last year. I saw him as he was leaving Twin Lakes at mile 40 and he gave me his customary kiss on the cheek before heading up Hope Pass. Made my day, sweet little man. With this finish, he's closing in on 140 100-mile finishes at the age of 73. Respect!

Jeanne (who I wrote about in my Bighorn report) had inadvertently signed up for Transrockies the same week, so she started LV with 56 miles on her legs and only one day to recover. I knew she was tough and would gut out a finish if she had to.  

This is what Jeanne looked like at Mile 40 before going up and over Hope Pass (she went over it during Transrockies too, I might add). She looks ready to get after it, doesn't she?

"I grew my legs here!" she says.

While waiting for them both, I found out from Hans' wife that he had a pacer for the remaining 40 miles of the race, so I hung around for Jeanne to see if she needed one.

The Jester, Ed Ettinghausen coming in to Twin Lakes

SPOTTED: TK lookalike

She arrived back in Twin Lakes around 7:50p after bombing down Hope doing 8 min miles and dropping her pacer at the top. I helped her get ready for running overnight with extra clothes, lights, change of shoes and food. We saw her pacer briefly when he showed up around 8p and she grabbed a few things from her pack that he had carried for her down Hope. With that, I assumed pacer duties and we took off as the sun was setting.

The climb out of Twin Lakes is tough when you have 60 miles on your legs so we walked it and she took 5 sec breaks to rest as she worked her way up. Her legs were pretty tired from the descent, but we knew that the worst of the climbing was behind her now. Once we got to the flatter sections, she began to run again and we pretty much kept a 4 mph pace during that final 40 miles. I was impressed, considering that Jeanne wasn't running LV on fresh legs to begin with. 

We had our headlamps on within 30 min and I found that my Black Diamond Icon gave me a good strong beam until 6am the next morning when I was finally able to shut it off. As with Bighorn, I had no issues running overnight; in fact, I really enjoy it. Pacing generally requires doing it at night, so that's a plus for me. I did take a few of Sheila's Redline pills, which kept me awake without the jitters. I felt good the entire run, despite being up for 26 hours straight.

Other than a few blisters that formed, which she would address at the aid stations, Jeanne just seemed to get stronger and stronger as the night went on. She would hike up the hills and run the descents and on the flatter sections would do a run/walk combo, running approximately 30-45 seconds and walking about 15-20 seconds. I saw how effective that was in keeping her going at a good clip, without using up too much energy. She struggled a bit with her asthma since she forgot to pull her inhaler from her pack at Twin Lakes, but took some prednisone and grabbed another inhaler at Fish Hatchery.

In the early hours of our run together we would be leapfrogging with a lot of the same folks (16-20 pacers/racers) with them passing us on the climbs and us passing them on the descents. That went on until we finally passed a lot of them for good coming off Sugarloaf, as I didn't see them after that.

Jeanne was quite concerned about cutoffs and I assured her that we were leaving each aid station with roughly two hours to spare. Nonetheless, when we left May Queen at 4:45a with 13 miles to the finish (final cutoff @ 10am), she began to push the pace a little more. By the time we got off the rolling terrain around Turquoise Lake and hit the pavement with about 5 miles to go, I was ready to strip off my overnight gear. The sun was up, the finish was secure and I was hot. Jeanne however, was pretty focused on finishing asap, so I let her go as I stopped to take things off and get a bit more comfortable. 

Since I ran in the dark up until this point, my picture taking started here:

Early morning views of Turquoise Lake

"Welcome to Leadville!" - The final rocky climb 2 miles out

Jeanne finished in 28:08 and I lollygagged in at 28:17. Found her shortly afterwards and took this lovely snap before we bid our farewells:

156 miles in a week and happy to be done.

I knew Jeanne was badass after seeing her resurrect herself at Bighorn. She is one of my UR heros and it was a joy to pace her and experience the whole Leadville course for myself (after a double pass of Hope a couple weeks ago). Jeanne didn't need me to push her or remind her to take care of herself; it's just "more friendly with two", as Pooh would say. I think my main service to her, besides keeping her company, was giving her our splits so she knew she wasn't skirting cutoffs. 

Besides the beautiful trails, it's the people are what make these race experiences so wonderful. I met Leon Lutz in my hotel lobby, hung out with the FoCo pacing gang on Friday night (Katie, Slusher, Mindy & others) along with Nolan's 14 finisher Eric Lee, dubbed "Baby Soft" after showing me his silky smooth stems. Slusher paced Clarkie, Katie paced Adam Bohr and Eric paced Nick Pedatella. Ran in to Faster-Than-Shelby Aaron at Twin Lakes as we were waiting for our respective runners. I'll see him again at The Bear. 

Me & Katie at Twin Lakes

Leadville "Virgins" -- please read:

If you have not been to Leadville, you need to understand that this mountain 100-miler is not like any other one you'll find here in the US. (Someone in the know can correct me if I'm wrong on this.). Mountain hundos tend to have small numbers -- a few hundred at most -- and are low-key, family-style affairs with a unique, personal touch. This is not the ambiance of the 1,000+ participant, Corporate-run Leadville 100. If you're hoping that your $300 fee will get you some sweet schwag, you'll be disappointed. This year, runners got a plastic water bottle and if they went to the expo, a t-shirt. Your aid stations, while manned by a wonderful group of volunteers, will be standardized with not enough food or supplies for the back-of-the-packers. No special homemade potato soup, no grilled cheese sandwiches, no pancakes & bacon, no perogies, no candy sushi rolls, no music, no disco balls, no costumes -- no personality to them whatsoever.

In contrast, the aid stations at other trail 100s take on a personality of their own and while they have the standard fare, they often include special homemade treats since they are run by different groups of people. The Barr Trail Mountain Race has a contest among the 9 aid stations which are manned by local high school cross country teams. Since runners vote for their favorites, these volunteers aim to impress. The winning AS gets a portion of the entry fees for their XC program. Wouldn't you like run through those aid stations, knowing they want you to remember them at the end?

Those of you who plan to crew/pace a runner for the first time need to understand that traffic at Fish Hatchery, Twin Lakes and Winfield are terrible due to the number of crew vehicles for the runners and no good parking/traffic plans. Winfield is the worst. Avoid that one, if possible. Many people, despite allowing plenty of time, had to walk 1-2 miles to get to the aid stations in order to try and meet their runner on time. If there is only one vehicle trying to get to all the aid stations, you can expect to be very frustrated and stressed as you sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic behind 40 other cars. 

After we sat for over an hour trying to get to Winfield, I finally got out of the car and hit the road on foot, along with a lot of other folks. I had about two miles to walk and I was trying to save my legs, knowing that I had 50 miles to do still. I was so angry at the race management at that point that it took me a second to notice that a car coming the other way had stopped next to me. The window rolled down and it was my friend, Meghan. She was leaving the aid station after covering the race for iRunFar. I briefly choked up to see a friendly face on that dusty road. I bitched about the logistic nightmare and she lent a sympathetic ear. She encouraged me to hitch a ride with a car headed in and that's just what a did. Got in an SUV with five other crews/pacers including RunColo's Justin Mock. I was thankful for the lift and to avoid breathing in any more dust from the road.

A bright light in a dark moment

I'd suggest that it's best to have two vehicles arriving at least two hours ahead of time, if you plan to crew someone who is in the mid to back-of-the-pack at all the aid stations. Otherwise, just park yourself at Twin Lakes and plan to hang out all day to make for the best crewing experience.

For more first-hand impressions of what it was like to run/crew/pace at Leadville this year, just read other 2013 race reports as well as the comments section of the following links:

• http://www.irunfar.com/2013/08/2013-leadville-100-mile-run-results
• http://elevationtrail.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/leadville-100-and-corporate-manhandling-of-ultrarunning/
• http://halfpastdone.com/2013/08/19/overcrowding-in-trail-races/
• http://rodbien.blogspot.com/2013/08/leadville-loses-its-soul.html

I encourage you to get the facts before you hand over money to Lifetime Fitness. As long as they have 1200 people wanting to enter the race, they have little incentive to change things. If running LV is important to your running goals, then please be prepared and help prepare your crew ahead of time for the logistical mess so they can plan accordingly.   

If like me, you get stuck in Winfield with a bottle of Ginger Ale for your runner, one way to keep it cool is to stick it in the river that runs along the road:

How's that for improvising? 

Then, look up and enjoy the Westerly view...

...keeping in mind that despite the hassle of getting yourself there, you have the opportunity to enjoy some beautiful scenic trails with hundreds of other folks. Be grateful for legs that work and let this be a kind of benediction for you before you take off with your runner up the steep climb to Hope Pass.

As for me, I think this may be my one and only Leadville pacing experience. I find the smaller mountain hundos much more to my liking. Glad I did it once, but I expect it to be my last.

On the homefront, I now have a preschooler and a 1st grader. He just lost his second tooth and she is wearing big girl underwear and keeping 'em dry. Life's a trip. I love these kiddos.

What's up next for me? I'll be pacing a friend over Mt. Princeton as he goes after the Nolan's 14 on Labor Day weekend. Wasatch is the following weekend. Looks like I'll be pacing a guy from DC in his first run there (after finishes at WS, Grindstone and two others). I expect it to soundly kick my arse, but it'll be good prep for The Bear. 

In musical news, Tired Pony has just released their second album...in the UK. We get it here in October. Here's the video of their first single. You're welcome.

Happy Trails,

Shelby