2012 Red Hot 55k Report

In all my ultras to date, I've entered with a plan to run my own race.  I'll figure out various aid station splits to meet my goal time, and then I simply put my head down and try to make it happen.  For the Red Hot, I took on a very different approach.  No splits and no conservative start.

My goal was to crack five hours after running a 5:16 last year and knowing I could do a little better.  I knew that shaving off 17 minutes would require a "racing" type effort from the start and that's not typically how I roll out there.  Shortly before the race, I decided that in order to make it happen, I'd go to school.  My teachers would be Todd Gangelhoff and Joe Ziegenfuss.  Both of these guys have thrown down some impressive times at many races.  Todd went sub-5 last year, so my plan was to chase them and observe how they ran.

The morning was chilly as the sun rose into bright blue skies.  After a quick pre-race meeting we were off into the spectacular canyons and mesas.  It was quite convenient for me that Joe and Todd began running together, so I hung back as school was in session.  A few miles in, Joe pulled over for a bathroom break and Todd and I just kept trucking along.

The meeting - Pink ribbon is Good.  Blue ribbon is bad.

Photo:  Colorado Runner Magazine

If you've ever run with Todd, you would know what a strong uphill runner he is.  There's a decent amount of climb in the first 10 miles of the race and Todd's pace was hot.  We were easily clicking off some miles in the low 7's.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned about a major blowup later on.  Who was I trying to kid?  I've only run that pace in a road marathon.  Around mile 14, we hit a long flat stretch and Todd and another dude started pulling away as I just couldn't keep that pace going any longer. 


I came into aid station #3 and one of the volunteers said I was 15 minutes behind the leader.  I laughed since no one has ever provided me that information in a race before.  My response?  "Thanks, but that time is only going grow!"


At mile 18.5, I pulled over for a bathroom break and lo and behold, Joe comes flying along.  I quickly hopped back on the trail and we chatted for a bit.  Apparently Joe had been about 300 yds behind me for the last 15 miles. 


What followed was Joe and I leapfrogging a bit and helping each other stay on course during the slickrock section.  He was typically in front of me and at times started to pull away.  It was around now the pain "tennis match" began.  My knee began the "bandera ache", and my left hip was giving me a sharp stinging sensation.  The hip thing began about a week before the race, but I figured it would eventually run it's course. The knee and hip nicely alternated in delivering their pain.  While the pain was real, it was nothing compared to the sting of a DNF, which was still fresh in my mind from Bandera.

The only pic captured on course.  Joe about 300 yds ahead.

After passing through the mile 28 aid station, we were running next to each other and agreed that breaking 5 hours was not going to happen.  I was discouraged, but tried to hold it together enough to stay under 5:16.  Joe slowed down to run next to me, but I told him to go on ahead.  My breathing was a bit off, so I really couldn't talk.  It didn't take much and he move ahead by a quarter mile or more.


With about a mile to go, I started to recognize the final stretch and looked at my watch.  4:43.  I'm not sure what we were thinking when we thought we wouldn't make it under 5 hrs.  That really got the juices flowing and I started pushing it hard on the downhill stretch.  Joe had built up quite a gap, but I was able to cut some of it and cross the finish line about 10 seconds after him.  4:50.  13th place!

So happy to be done!  One of my top three favorite finish line scenes awaited.

This race was by far the hardest I've pushed it in an ultra.  I can't thank Todd & Joe enough for being the carrot that kept me going.  I know I would have walked more in the second half if Joe wasn't up ahead running.  I carried my camera and it would have been a perfect day to capture some shots of the course, but when you're chasing some seriously fast guys, taking the camera out is not an option.  I did once towards the end, but that was so I could not kick myself for carrying it and never using it.

I'm not sure if I could run this race any faster.  Maybe a just a tad, maybe not.  It is very hard running an ultra like this with a marathon type pacing effort.  Very hard, but very rewarding.  

After the race, Tanya & the girls took me back into Arches for some....hiking!  Yes, we cruised around Balanced Rock and a few arches.  It felt good to walk and the weather was simply gorgeous.  I can't get enough of Moab and maximizing the day was all we wanted to do.  Since I didn't take many pictures during the race, here are a few from Arches.

No rest for the weary.   It was easy to scrounge up some energy when this awaited!

This pic cracks me up.  Megan holding up the South Window Arch.

Now for a little perspective on how large the South Window truly is!  It is probably 1000 feet behind them.

Moab's Red Hot 55k Update

4:50.  We couldn't have had better conditions to run in out here.  Todd G = 4:42 (7th).  Joe Z = 4:49.  Not sure who won, but it was somewhere in the 4:12 range.

Winter Runs

I've been trying to keep some running momentum lately and it always helps to have some fun excursions to keep things fresh.

Two weeks ago, I met up with JP, JY, JZ, and CB for some miles at Matthew Winters/Red Rocks/Green Mountain.  As always, it's a great time running with any of those guys.  Especially when we start on a frigid and dark morning.

The sunrise was welcomed by all, but the clouds stole some of the desired heat.

The driest CO trails I've run on since November.

Mt. Morrison and Red Rocks provides a nice backdrop.

A bunch of TURDs.  (Trail Ultra Running Dads - Thanks CB)

Last weekend, we had the opportunity to spend some time in the Icebox of America.  Just being in the mountains with a spectacular view of Byers Peak from the condo, the pull to get out and run was quite strong.

Did I mention it was cold?  The first morning, I got a half mile into my run and passed a Bank of the West sign that showed the temperature at minus 11 (not sure how accurate it was).  I cruised up County Road 72 from downtown Fraser pressing my gloves onto the exposed skin of my cheeks and entered the National Forest at Elk Creek.  At the trailhead parking lot, there was a snowcat parked off to the side.  Could it be?  Yes, groomed trails/roads!  It was brilliant.  I ventured a few miles into the forest on hard-packed snow and could have run for many, many more had time allowed.

The next day I drove to County Road 73 to start my run.  It was downright toasty on Sunday.

I got about a half mile into the run and snapped this picture of Byers Peak.  My camera froze and became non-functional on both days, so this is the only shot I came home with.

After about four miles of dirt road running, I came to the end of the line.  The road turned into a snowmobile only trail.  I continued on it another mile trying to step where snowshoers or cross-country skiers had left tracks, but the snow was not nearly as solid and I was breaking through.

All in all, I feel like I found a great place for some mountain running in the winter.  Those county and forest service roads are either plowed or groomed!  I got close to Byers Peak and summit fever hit, but that will have to wait for another, much warmer day.

The view from the condo and my amateurish sketching abilities.