<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336</id><updated>2011-10-17T01:44:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILE 90</title><subtitle type='html'>If you have to ask, you won't understand</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-4568650419126891849</id><published>2009-12-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:31:48.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite DNF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AvRfN0xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xYNkDHgTfpU/s1600-h/DSCN1679.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"The first year just go out and get your ass kicked, and then come back the next year and do it again." -on attempting Leadville 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AvRfN0xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xYNkDHgTfpU/s1600-h/DSCN1679.jpg"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AvRfN0xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xYNkDHgTfpU/s320/DSCN1679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417057107688936210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winfield 50 mile turn around, getting DQ'ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1Arz1Is9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Icp2tp9lMeI/s1600-h/DSCN1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1Arz1Is9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Icp2tp9lMeI/s320/DSCN1680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417057048188203986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13 lbs under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AkyK2PbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KGAgUUqyk2w/s1600-h/DSCN1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AkyK2PbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KGAgUUqyk2w/s320/DSCN1621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056927483313586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AcH_WtsI/AAAAAAAAAfE/C2RkHwa9kx8/s1600-h/DSCN1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AcH_WtsI/AAAAAAAAAfE/C2RkHwa9kx8/s320/DSCN1624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056778721867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around May Queen AS mile 13.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AX1R7UTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2OTyG9LiAuw/s1600-h/DSCN1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AX1R7UTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2OTyG9LiAuw/s320/DSCN1629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056704980013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hagerman Pass Rd. Sunrise over Turquoise Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AUuWAndI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a2GALyOBGjU/s1600-h/DSCN1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AUuWAndI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a2GALyOBGjU/s320/DSCN1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056651578482130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some where along Sugar Loaf Pass 11,000 ft&lt;br /&gt;mile 19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AQUTShjI/AAAAAAAAAes/tJk3gSniUeg/s1600-h/DSCN1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AQUTShjI/AAAAAAAAAes/tJk3gSniUeg/s320/DSCN1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056575868274226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1ALzPWKmI/AAAAAAAAAek/JiQQCtr2_9M/s1600-h/DSCN1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1ALzPWKmI/AAAAAAAAAek/JiQQCtr2_9M/s320/DSCN1637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056498273888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Powerline downhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AGprbm5I/AAAAAAAAAec/UIpT-gZiW7E/s1600-h/DSCN1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AGprbm5I/AAAAAAAAAec/UIpT-gZiW7E/s320/DSCN1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056409807985554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure where this , maybe after Fish Hatchery mile 24?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AAtoKC5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/aKThMntUsAc/s1600-h/DSCN1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AAtoKC5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/aKThMntUsAc/s320/DSCN1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056307788778386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trail just after Twin Lakes AS mile 39.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_8UQREII/AAAAAAAAAeM/j9rQpA2aBSU/s1600-h/DSCN1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_8UQREII/AAAAAAAAAeM/j9rQpA2aBSU/s320/DSCN1657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056232258211970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical scene heading up to the pass. I was getting pretty sick here too. Mile 41?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_3uhtVLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/38ipPI-yeqM/s1600-h/DSCN1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_3uhtVLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/38ipPI-yeqM/s320/DSCN1663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056153411343538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_0BorlvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/cG7l4C1xMgw/s1600-h/DSCN1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_0BorlvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/cG7l4C1xMgw/s320/DSCN1664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056089821386482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Runners leaving Hopeless AS mile 43?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_vqDWeXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IbR0mRKnOIY/s1600-h/DSCN1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_vqDWeXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IbR0mRKnOIY/s320/DSCN1665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417056014771321202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back at Hopeless AS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_pcD1jGI/AAAAAAAAAds/-EGkbNGpuxw/s1600-h/DSCN1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_pcD1jGI/AAAAAAAAAds/-EGkbNGpuxw/s320/DSCN1669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417055907936046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost to the top of the pass looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_k6PiEDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/AX6CsLzkBlo/s1600-h/DSCN1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_k6PiEDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/AX6CsLzkBlo/s320/DSCN1675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417055830138818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul Schoenlaub inbound looking fresh like he just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_ed85thI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UN8MUlPAFEE/s1600-h/DSCN1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy0_ed85thI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UN8MUlPAFEE/s320/DSCN1677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417055719465268754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steep trail section and why a lot of people use trekking poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suck at blogging. Leadville Trail 100 was like 4 months ago. I haven't run an ultra since. I've been running a lot of short course races and working towards improving speed.  I've been resting a little more and helping my wife do a few more races. I would like for her to get a marathon/ultra finish this coming year. I'm very grateful for this past year. I was given the opportunity to travel with friends, had the privilege of being a pacer, and  run some very difficult races when the economy has been upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna put out some  boring, crap race report. Just a few tips I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a trained, healthy runner from sea level can run this thing on zero acclimation. It won't be pretty and it won't be fast. I was getting a respiratory infection the week of the race so I need to emphasize "healthy" and "injury free" runner=finish, sick or injured=DNF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadville Trail 100. Elevation 10,152 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadville is basically a road course with hours and hours of mountain hiking thrown at you. The only other mountain 100  I have to compare it to is Western States 100. WS  is a horse trail, a lot hotter, has more climb and more severe downhill than Leadville. What makes LT so special is that its 2 miles up. There are no freebies with this race, Hope Pass will break you. Pay close attention to  pacing and nutritional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the crap you don't need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used  hand held water bottles at WS and then for some reason decided to use a hydration pack at LT. Never again! You end up running with a bunch of dead weight. A filled 2 liter bladder weighs 4.5 lbs, plus gels, batteries and other food items you probably won't use and the pack  weight itself, for about 10 lbs total. This is a no-go, the furthest you run with out aid is the first 13.5 miles of the race. This early in the race you are most likely to be over hydrated (had to  stop and pee about 5 times) extra weight at that altitude contributes to faster fatigue and kills running economy. The exception would be the Hope Pass climb outbound. Lighten up. Utilize drop bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't over race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient and allow time for recovery after each race. Everyone is different in their recovery time.  At this point I don't think I'm capable of more than one 100 a year. The training volume for WS was pretty intense. I was thinking that the fitness I built up for WS would carry over and get me through Leadville. Nope. I needed more back to back training runs for LT. I think I  was able to run 200 miles in the 8 weeks after WS, not enough! The residual fatigue from completing a 100 can last a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A finish or a race???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want the end of a journey or a speed contest? Guess it comes down to personality type.  I became a runner out of self-selection, meaning I'm not good at anything else. My goal in a race is to cover ground as fast as possible. This type of running means you need to be willing to thrive in failure, not accept it. Buckles, medals, awards are nice to receive, I have a few. But, what I'm looking for are those opportunities you can only experience in a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-4568650419126891849?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/4568650419126891849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=4568650419126891849' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/4568650419126891849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/4568650419126891849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-dnf.html' title='My favorite DNF'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sy1AvRfN0xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xYNkDHgTfpU/s72-c/DSCN1679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-1436716583571126845</id><published>2009-07-02T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:40:24.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAfQsfVMHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kFPlITKYebk/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAfQsfVMHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kFPlITKYebk/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814328624459890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise race morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAc-hh4eRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/j2PZAbS0GI4/s1600-h/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAc-hh4eRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/j2PZAbS0GI4/s320/DSC_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354811817421469970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robinson Flat 29.7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1KmxqcCnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8IytkanzivE/s1600-h/DSC_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1KmxqcCnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8IytkanzivE/s320/DSC_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354017562040207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entering Michigan Bluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1KMFKIfVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/C32ViVcxs0o/s1600-h/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1KMFKIfVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/C32ViVcxs0o/s320/DSC_0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354017103416950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my low point Michigan Bluff, 55.7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1J5xDVCBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/3G-L2aqG0Qg/s1600-h/DSC_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1J5xDVCBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/3G-L2aqG0Qg/s320/DSC_0268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354016788782057490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAdRZPUDSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xc5B8TFc69k/s1600-h/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAdRZPUDSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xc5B8TFc69k/s320/DSC_0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812141613616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foresthill School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAf3xjDDNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QzNeM95LjOE/s1600-h/DSC_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAf3xjDDNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QzNeM95LjOE/s320/DSC_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814999997123794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1IX3RWGyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5AwEQtbeTwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1IX3RWGyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5AwEQtbeTwQ/s320/DSC_0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354015106824280866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pacer Tony Clark getting ready to run all night&lt;br /&gt;leaving Foresthill school 62 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1G1Gm9GyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mG3VeQgZCs8/s1600-h/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1G1Gm9GyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mG3VeQgZCs8/s320/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354013410134399778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian waiting for me at Hwy 49 93.5 Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk08McxkW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/rHP4B7db2hI/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1F_ErzuDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YDFeJEw1O6A/s1600-h/DSC_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk1F_ErzuDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YDFeJEw1O6A/s320/DSC_0366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354012481904949298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk9dai-rj6I/AAAAAAAAAck/wB_BANPIVKY/s1600-h/090630_0799_03_TIF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk9dai-rj6I/AAAAAAAAAck/wB_BANPIVKY/s320/090630_0799_03_TIF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354601192614498210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk08McxkW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/rHP4B7db2hI/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Sk08McxkW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/rHP4B7db2hI/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354001716593580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The award you see here is the result of a monumental effort of my friends, crew, and my wife. It also represents thousands of miles of training, hours and hours at the gym, victories, defeats, elation, depression, fear, injury, boredom, and—last but not least—agonizing pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in me giving background information on WS100 as it is the most media-covered ultra event in the US. You climb 18,000 feet you descend 22,000 feet... Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday June 26&lt;br /&gt;Slept as late as possible. Then, with Gabe and our respective crews, we went to the med check and packet pick-up. The race swag you get at WS is unbelievable: a nice Mountain Hardware backpack, 3 shirts, LED hat (which is totally useless), GU, Green Magma, Ultrarunner mag, Sunsweet fruit, stickers, and other various promotional items. Next, we got our picture taken with our bib numbers. Then it was on to weigh in and have our blood pressure taken which was all carefully written down along with our name, age, sex, and hometown on a hospital-type bracelet. Most of this info would wear off or be gone by morning as a result of showering. Mid-afternoon, we showed up at race headquarters in the Olympic Plaza for the mandatory race meeting. Most of the stuff said here was the usual fare: don't die, don't go out hard, make sure you drink and eat. Then a race official mentioned Dan Moores, the founder of Auburn Running Company. Dan had died the previous day in a long battle with luekemia. He said that over the years Dan was a major contributor to the race and had run it several times. But his real passion was being an aid-station captain at the Bath Rd. aid station (mile 60.6). The race official asked that we honor Dan by doing three things: running the race with the prestige it deserves; on the climb to the aid station—even if we were hurting badly—to think of Dan and push a little harder; and finally, at the Bath Rd. aid station, give a smile to the volunteers. A moment of silence and bagpipes concluded this race briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race Day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday June 27&lt;br /&gt;Awake by 3:15. Shower, then food. Pop Tarts, banana, coffee. Tony Clark, my pacer, was already awake. Tony wanted to see the start and had gotten only three hours of sleep due to 15 hours of flight delays and mechanical problems at the airport. Tony is a veteran combat Marine and has done some of the toughest 100s out there: Big Horn, Leadville, HURT. When he called me to volunteer for pacer duty I jumped on it. This was going to be a difficult race and I was going to need a badass to push me. Gabe woke up late and thought that it was all a bad dream. We both fumbled around in silence filling water bottles and  double-checking gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30. Out the door for a short walk to the start. Checked in, got our bib # pinned on took a few pictures, then lined up. I was in awe, the energy at the start is supernatural. Its almost like you absorb the emotions from the other 400 athletes at once. Shotgun blast and we were off. Two years in the making!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squaw Valley to Robinson Flat (0 - 29.7 miles)&lt;br /&gt;This was high country: 7,000 ft average with the highest point being Emigrant Pass at 8,700ft. Emigrant Pass is what you climb towards in the first 3.5 miles and it is quite a hump. Made it to the top in about 52 minutes. Then you go down for awhile. I don't remember much else. Running with Gabe we made it to Red Star Ridge, 16 miles, around 8:10 am 3hrs 10 min. Sat down and laced up my shoes a little better. Even though WS is known for being hot, dry, and dusty, the first twenty miles offer quite a few opportunities to get muddy. Started to noticed a little warmth here. The sun was out over the high peaks. And the altitude made it feel like I was dragging some weight behind me. Duncan Canyon, mile 23.8, marks the start of another significant climb. This will eventually take you to the Robinson Flat Aid Station, 29.7 miles, the second-highest point of the course at 6,700 ft. "Keep your head down and go up," is what I was thinking here. It must have been tough because I remember nothing about this climb except I passed Dean Karnazes and Jenn Shelton—both elite runners, both having bad days. Running into Robinson Flat was exciting. They announce your name and hometown over a loud speaker and everyone is cheering for you. Masses of people lined up against the tape barricades. This was to be the first weigh-in. I was up three pounds: 140 compared to my original 137 lbs. No big deal, and I got waved on by the medical staff. Crew are not allowed to touch their runner in the aid station here. This was a dumb rule and made it hard for some crews to help their runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canyons&lt;br /&gt;Miller's Defeat to Rucky Chucky (34 - 78.1 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Robinson Flat I knew the rest of the course. Having run it in training camp, I felt pretty confident. Around Miller's Defeat I noticed the signs at the aid stations. Listed on them were the projected cutoff times for  24 and 30 hour runners. I was less than 10 minutes under the 24 hour cutoff!! (Little did I know this same situation would repeat itself over and over for the next 16 hours). I wasn't real worried yet and I felt really good. Next was a pretty long decent down to Last Chance, mile 43.3, and then a extreme decent down Deadwood Canyon, mile 46.1. This marks the start of the climb to Devil's Thumb. No big deal. It was a little warm. I got to the top and saw at least two runners puking, a couple more laying down. Felt okay considering what I had just done. Grabbed some cut-up mango and took off down to El Dorado Creek, mile 52.9. This was a very long descent and the quads were starting to feel it. It was about 3:30 pm and very warm. The sun was bouncing off this canyon creating kind of an oven effect. But it was nothing I hadn't been through before. Made it to El Dorado Creek A.S. just after 4 pm. This is also where Gabe caught up to me. Took a cool sponge bath. I don't remember eating anything here except maybe an S-Cap and GU, and then we both headed up the climb to Michigan Bluff which isn't real steep, just real long. About half way into the first mile it was was like my switch got turned off. I could feel it  happen: dizziness, accelerated heart rate, breathing was out of control. Redlining. Textbook bonk. I stepped off the trail to let Gabe pass. Then I bent over and put my hands on my knees and rested for a few moments trying to get my heart rate under control. "This is bullshit!" was what I was thinking. "This doesn't happen to me, I don't get f@#!ing tired!" I could no longer hold pace. Continued to slog up the climb although it was a lot slower now. This was a very humbling exeperience for me I tried forcing myself to run the short, flat sections. I basically wrote off finishing under 24 hrs here. Wobbled into Michigan Bluff, mile 55.7, at 5:10 pm, 12 hrs 10 min—thoroughly wiped. Weighed in at 131 lbs, from what I weighed at Robinson Flat (26 miles ago) that was a 9 lb loss. My awesome crew noticed immediately that I was hurting and went to work. Red Bull on ice, 2 S-Caps, salt and potatoes, Payday bars, Rice Krispie treats. I spent about 15 minutes here, my longest stop for the entire race. I needed it.I had just gone through hell and my crew helped me regroup. Checked out of the A.S. and slowly worked up to a easy jog. At Bath Rd., mile 60.6, your pacer can meet you and run with you into Foresthill 1.8 miles away. I had caught up to a group of about 4 runners and their pacers and Tony was there to run me in. On this hill I noticed that a runner slightly ahead of me had a pretty good limp and was struggling up the hill with his pacer. He heard me coming and yelled to me and few other runners, "No one walks this hill, we run it for Dan!" This was a reality check I needed. An endurance athlete dies fighting a horrible disease and I'm here alive and feeling sorry for myself because I'm running slow and didn't eat enough.  Shut the F up and put out! Ran hard into Foresthill School, mile 62, 6:41 pm, 13 hrs 41 min. My amazing crew again swarmed me: someone took my shirt off and put on a fresh one. Shoes and socks were changed. Slammed another Red Bull. Put on my headlamp and Tony and I were gone. We ran the next 8-9 miles pretty smoothly. I was actually feeling good on this section as it is mostly down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Peachstone Cal 2 - Auburn Finish Line  (70.7-100 miles)&lt;br /&gt;Just after passing Cal 2 A.S., about  mile 72 the sun went down and so did my pace. In the trade they call this "going soft". Exhausted, my legs were smoked, it was pretty warm, and I was getting a bad attitude. Tony recognized this and took over:  "It's okay man, were gonna run for 3 minutes and walk for one." We continued this all the way down to Rucky Chucky, mile 78, where Tony let me sit a couple minutes. Two massage therapists went to work on my quads as I was eating some noodles. While I was enjoying bliss, Tony was refilling bottles and an aid station captain walked up to him and asked, "Is your runner going for silver?" Yes. The captain turned to me and put his finger in my face: "Get out of that chair! I'm kickin' you out! You're 9 minutes above 24 hour pace! You have no time!" This fired me up and with Tony in the lead we crossed the river a headed up the steep windy road to Green Gate, mile 79.8. Angel, Tony's wife didn't miss a beat she had more Red Bull and ice for me. The next aid station was Auburn Lake Trails, mile 85.2. I came into this A.S. around 1 am, almost 20 hrs of running "I'm not going to make sub 24, I'm going to slow, I can barely run anymore." These were some of the negative thoughts I ran with and they were crushing me. The downhills were absolute agony. Brown's Bar, mile 89.9, 2:10 am: empty Jaeger bottles, loud music, and all the volunteers were wearing red dresses. Now, as I write this, 2 hrs and 50 minutes to run 10 miles doesn't seem all that hard. But after running for over 21 hours, it felt like I was gonna have to run an out and back to the moon in order to finish. My stride was gimpy and short. I was frustrated, and downhill running was a no-go at this point. The next few miles, Tony played a huge part in my finish time. He kept talking to me, getting in my head, saying we could knock this thing out in under 24. "If you can hack the pain, you're going to get a silver buckle." I went blank on the insane climb to Hwy 49, mile 93.5.  I had less than 1 hr and 50 min to run a 10k. Just to give you an idea, it can take the elite front runners 1 hr 20 min to do this difficult section. Painful run down to No Hands Bridge, mile 96.8. "GO,GO we are not stopping!" Tony yells at me. Just over 5k to go in less than 50 minutes. "This is too close." The climb up to Robie Point, mile 98.9, will forever be burned into my memory. I had to curse, bite, scratch, and claw my way up that long, steep, rocky, nightmare. I fell several times, tripping on jagged rocks going up this climb. At Robie Point, the rest of the course is all pavement with some impressive hills. Someone said I had 21 minutes to run just under 2 miles. Struggling up those final hills I knew I was going to make it. The last half mile to the finish is all painful, joyous, downhill. I lost track of time here and I was running as hard as I could. I entered the stadium and rounded the final turn of the track and saw the clock. I had finished under 24 hours with only seven minutes to spare. Kristi and Adrian were there to hug me at the finish. It was so good to be done! Tim Twietmeyer  congratulated me and handed me a finisher medal. Sat down in a chair so medical personnel could tell me if I was going to live or not. Larry Gassan, a photographer who runs the Finish Line Photo Project, came over and pulled me out of the chair to take my picture. I threw everything I had at this race and still, I barely scraped in under 24 hours. Satisfied for now; that's why I'm going to try Leadville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-1436716583571126845?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/1436716583571126845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=1436716583571126845' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/1436716583571126845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/1436716583571126845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2009/07/western-states-100-mile-endurance-run.html' title='Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SlAfQsfVMHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kFPlITKYebk/s72-c/DSC_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-5525735132487639133</id><published>2009-04-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:59:34.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Rockin K 50 Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptDLN4GEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8kiQKbDmRpE/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptDLN4GEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8kiQKbDmRpE/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685811009689666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gate 6 A.S. Mi 13 1:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptC95yZlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8g7V6RSvbe0/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptC95yZlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8g7V6RSvbe0/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685807435769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished with the first marathon 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptCv_YuQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0KhFZO_piL4/s1600-h/DSC_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptCv_YuQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0KhFZO_piL4/s320/DSC_0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685803701156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard, but rewarding finish 9:19 2nd place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all who finished the marathon and 50 miler. I would classify this race's difficulty as a "graduate course". It's Kansas prairie so runners generally under estimate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it was pretty wet with extreme "wetness" at the water crossings. The course got 4 inches of snow a couple days before the race, so the feet never really got to dry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for goals and strategy for this race I just wanted to run well and not die in the process. I did not expect to run a fast time. This was my fourth time at this race and it always beats me up.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas McKenna, last year's winner and current course record holder passed me at about mile two. See ya! I had no delusions of trying to run him down. He knows the course really well and is an outstanding runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few mistakes prior to the race that cost me a lot of undue suffering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgot how hard this race is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Should have used a drop bag. I went in to this race with a "minimal" mindset thinking I could finish with just gels and water. Might have worked if it had been cooler but the warm and windy temps made the sodium loss extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;3. Left my summer hat back at the hotel. Scalp sunburn blisters are epic.&lt;br /&gt;4. No bodyglide/vaseline: Again, should have used a drop bag. Skin was still attached when my running shorts were removed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Not enough trail training. Wet weather in March made most of the trails unrunnable in my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most of these are petty excuses and a lack of attention to detail. I still had fun and it was good to see a large contingent of KC Trail Nerds out there tearing it up. You guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We owe a big thanks to Phil, Stacy and all the KUS members who make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-5525735132487639133?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/5525735132487639133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=5525735132487639133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5525735132487639133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5525735132487639133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-rockin-k-50-mile.html' title='2009 Rockin K 50 Mile'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SdptDLN4GEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8kiQKbDmRpE/s72-c/DSC_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-6015708717914863084</id><published>2009-02-15T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:15:35.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Wyco 50k 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZnzcRocgbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8o-TwnNxhWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZnzcRocgbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8o-TwnNxhWQ/s320/DSC_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303537703300399538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZibFbwIJnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lGMKoAFKUrI/s1600-h/DSC_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZibFbwIJnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lGMKoAFKUrI/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303159078880028274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZiatQ_LadI/AAAAAAAAAZg/p77BYHzBN70/s1600-h/DSC_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZiatQ_LadI/AAAAAAAAAZg/p77BYHzBN70/s320/DSC_0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303158663673506258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amos Aid Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZiTuE4DKRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ruXn9vL16AY/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZiTuE4DKRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ruXn9vL16AY/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303150981020854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't written a race report in a while, but this year's Psycho race deserves it. Arguably the toughest 50k in the Midwest, Psycho Wyco boasts three 10-mile loops of  relentless elevation change, roots, rocks, and soul-sucking mud. Add in veteran ultrarunner volunteers at every well-stocked aid station and a crazy race director, Bad Ben, and you get a one-of-a-kind event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loop1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this years race was a sub-5 hour finish. Last year I think I missed it by 3 minutes and change. December and January were kinda high mileage for me (7o-80 mpw) and I spent many weekends training on the Psycho course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I started out way too fast caught up in the moment. At about mile 4 I basically stopped on the trail and let a bunch of people pass me; running an 8 minute pace felt like I was being pushed a little too hard. The rest of the loop tried to maintain pace discipline. In training runs I run all of the hills but in this race I kinda enjoyed walking some of them. Finished the first loop in 1:26, said thank you to the volunteers as they were filling up my bottles, stopped at my drop bag for 2 gels and some m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loop2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the loop choking on frozen M&amp;amp;Ms. I don't get how people can run and eat solid food at the same time. The trail condition wasn't too bad at this point. The first aid station you come to is the Wyandotte triangle manned by the loudest, rowdy KC Trail Nerds. Aid station tip: always run into an aid station and--even if you don't feel like it--SMILE at everyone, say thank you a lot. Volunteers feed off of this energy, and it gets passed on to other runners. Roughly 6 miles into this loop is my favorite part of the course, Fester's Wander. It starts with a fast descent down the ridgeline section followed by winding single track over some short sweet climbs. By mile 17ish it was starting to get a little soft running towards the Amos aid station. It had to happen sometime: the mud was coming. Took it easy on the 3 hills section and finished the second loop in 1:33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loop3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days prior to this race I paced 40 miles for Gabe Bevan in his 5th 100 miler, the Rocky Raccoon 100. In that race he didn't get the time he wanted, but still, despite intense pain he put down an impressive sub-21 hr finish. Gabe was signed on as a volunteer for the Amos aid station but I knew he wanted to stretch his legs and get in on the action so I told him to run the last loop with me. We both took off on the last loop. Even after a hard 100 Gabe was hungry to run. I had to rein him in a couple a times reminding him I needed to be able to run the back half aggressively and not limp in to the finish. Collectively we've run hundreds of miles on this course together in training  so I knew that he knew how fast I could run a loop on tired legs. The rest of the loop I just tried to remain upright and everything was kinda of a blur, as I tend to blackout on the difficult sections. Hit the finish line at 4:41 (1:42 loop) happy to be done running for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all KC Trail Nerds&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks are in order for Gabe and John, Kyle, Tony, Caleb, David, Shane, Gary, Willie at GPRC, you guys have taught me to chase instead of follow.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Ben congratulations on being a zen master of race directing, try to get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-6015708717914863084?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/6015708717914863084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=6015708717914863084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/6015708717914863084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/6015708717914863084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2009/02/psycho-wyco-50k-2009.html' title='Psycho Wyco 50k 2009'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SZnzcRocgbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8o-TwnNxhWQ/s72-c/DSC_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-3168558893092485871</id><published>2009-01-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:08:51.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't put much out as far as blogging goes. Been running a few miles though, getting ready for Psycho Wyco  Feb 14, then 3 days of syllamo in March. Congrats on the new baby David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-3168558893092485871?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/3168558893092485871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=3168558893092485871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/3168558893092485871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/3168558893092485871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-2929198769844594984</id><published>2008-05-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:09:31.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berryman Trail 50 Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBLbks7gaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hW0-CfILxv8/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBLbks7gaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hW0-CfILxv8/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201740506693599650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDCtEUs7gdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nxvWsZq8lag/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDCtEUs7gdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nxvWsZq8lag/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201847859401163218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carey Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBIrEs7gUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YYAR-iNp294/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBIrEs7gUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YYAR-iNp294/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201737474446688578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul Shoenlaub (shorty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBITEs7gTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/46AEF981zFU/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBITEs7gTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/46AEF981zFU/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201737062129828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Tony Clark, Stacey Amos at the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBH7Es7gSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aef0lNBRmQw/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBJrks7gVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/my_s9n6d-YY/s1600-h/DSC_0034.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBKUEs7gXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GEHHAm5iryY/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBKUEs7gXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GEHHAm5iryY/s320/DSC_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201739278332952946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBHrks7gRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8giDM6nVtFI/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBHrks7gRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8giDM6nVtFI/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201736383524995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBHJks7gQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XYg7O_l2-jo/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBHJks7gQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XYg7O_l2-jo/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735799409443074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mile 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBGnks7gPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pNqutfJ_i88/s1600-h/DSC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBGnks7gPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pNqutfJ_i88/s320/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735215293890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Tony finish 1st loop in 3:33 only 25  miles to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBF9Us7gOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xq0vbuk84zM/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBF9Us7gOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xq0vbuk84zM/s320/DSC_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734489444417762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coming into Brazil Creek A.S. mile 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBFdEs7gNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fvYymcsAqAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBFdEs7gNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fvYymcsAqAQ/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201733935393636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mile 44 Getting a bit warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBE-Us7gMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LSxCdft0Cv8/s1600-h/DSC_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBE-Us7gMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LSxCdft0Cv8/s320/DSC_0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201733407112659138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony finishes first place 7:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBECks7gKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gkCPTu6_EQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDCrRUs7gbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dzsMycazfBw/s320/DSC_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845883716207026" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;2nd place 7:54&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDCsJks7gcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/I8v4PnyqI60/s1600-h/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDCsJks7gcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/I8v4PnyqI60/s320/DSC_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846850083848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBDgks7gJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gLLtB-87cjs/s1600-h/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBDgks7gJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gLLtB-87cjs/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201731796499923090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian hanging out with Angel and Tony Clark at the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Tony Clark I set a 50 mile P.R. this weekend. This would be my 3rd year at this race. I finished in 9:20 in 2005 and 10:11 in 2006. My goal for this race was just to get a final fitness test in for Western States 100. I've run a 50 miler about every 3 weeks for the last 9 weeks. At the start I met up with Tony. He had never run this course before so we agreed to run  together for a little while. The race director said go and we were off, 80 runners in the 50 mile and 120 in the marathon. Tony and I set a relaxed pace and were somehow in the lead. The plan was to fill up at every other aid station to help get in easy miles while the temps were still cool. We stopped for water at mile 8.33, 1:09 wondering where all the fast marathoners were at. No one had passed us yet and I was worried that the pace was a little to fast. We continued on and were finally passed by 2 marathoners at mile 12. Ran into Brazil Creek A.S. 15.55 in just over 2 hrs. Once you reach Brazil Creek you have 2 miles of hills that seem to take forever then just 8 more miles to the start/finish area. I finished the first loop in 3:33 and told Tony to go ahead while I changed shoes to prevent a blister problem. Took off for the second loop at a consistent pace still running all the hills and taking a GU every half hour. By the time I hit Brazil Creek mile 40 6:05 I was getting a bit soft in the head, it was warming up real good now. Prospects of finishing under 8 hrs were fading fast. I tried explaining this to my wife Kristi but she would have none of it, basically she told me to shut up and run! The next few miles were mostly hills so I would pick out a tree in the distance run to it, and then walk to the next tree and repeat. There are some excellent down hill sections that are fun to charge down and you can make up time for walking the hills. Finally I got to the last aid station only 2.3 miles to go and 25 min to do it in. I knew the last mile was pretty much flat so I jogged the hills and attacked the downhills. Crossed the finish line and pretty much collapsed, the heat and exhaustion I'd been trying to ignore caught up to me. It felt so good to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SLUGS put on quality races. Thank you David and Victoria!! I'll be back next year I'm sure. It was good seeing old friends and making new ones. Thanks for pushing me on that first loop Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-2929198769844594984?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/2929198769844594984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=2929198769844594984' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/2929198769844594984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/2929198769844594984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2008/05/berryman-trail-50-mile.html' title='Berryman Trail 50 Mile'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/SDBLbks7gaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hW0-CfILxv8/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-5180957658759370121</id><published>2008-04-06T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:38:45.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_l69OpEQ8I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZPyX4PyHcUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_l69OpEQ8I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZPyX4PyHcUQ/s320/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186311638214788034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_lrPepEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4qkFeKW-jMM/s1600-h/DSC_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_lrPepEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4qkFeKW-jMM/s320/DSC_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186294359561356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Adrian on the course Friday before the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k2P-pEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cfLwUuzMOM4/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k2P-pEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cfLwUuzMOM4/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186236094035018578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k0QupEQzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EbCTr4chnIs/s1600-h/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k0QupEQzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EbCTr4chnIs/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186233907896664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the many water crossings, this is about 1.5 mi from the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kz1OpEQyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MGcbEtwSTvo/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kz1OpEQyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MGcbEtwSTvo/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186233435450262306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parts of this course resemble Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kzjOpEQxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Pv9Z0s74Wdk/s1600-h/DSC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kzjOpEQxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Pv9Z0s74Wdk/s320/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186233126212616978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kpgOpEQpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3R5Rb5lLxwk/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kpgOpEQpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3R5Rb5lLxwk/s320/DSC_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186222079556731538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 Rockin K 50 mile finish 9:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_koqOpEQoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P89wAraDXHQ/s1600-h/DSCN0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_koqOpEQoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P89wAraDXHQ/s320/DSCN0972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186221151843795586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       2005 Rockin K 50 mile finish 12:46:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kuE-pEQsI/AAAAAAAAALY/wHPpYMtCgQw/s1600-h/DSC_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kuE-pEQsI/AAAAAAAAALY/wHPpYMtCgQw/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186227108963435202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the start with a few members of team Salomon/G.P.R.C.&lt;br /&gt;Deanna Stoppler, Willie Lambert, Stuart Johnson, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kw2-pEQtI/AAAAAAAAALg/ya_Y-EhBWB4/s1600-h/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kw2-pEQtI/AAAAAAAAALg/ya_Y-EhBWB4/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186230166980149970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KC Trail Nerd Kyle Amos at 13.2 mi Gate #6 A.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kyCOpEQuI/AAAAAAAAALo/cwfKoz9_LqI/s1600-h/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kyCOpEQuI/AAAAAAAAALo/cwfKoz9_LqI/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186231459765306082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nerd Gary Henry at 13.2 mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kydupEQvI/AAAAAAAAALw/kOAogDKFylw/s1600-h/DSC_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kydupEQvI/AAAAAAAAALw/kOAogDKFylw/s320/DSC_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186231932211708658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting Big Bluff Loop 13.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kzDepEQwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jdRik5uALgA/s1600-h/DSC_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_kzDepEQwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jdRik5uALgA/s320/DSC_0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186232580751770370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian 13.2 mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k1ROpEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yn8R_l4b5Zw/s1600-h/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_k1ROpEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yn8R_l4b5Zw/s320/DSC_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186235015998227266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Paul Schoenlaub at the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had blast at this year's Rockin K 50. The weather was near perfect, upper 30s at the start and  about 70 degrees in the afternoon with wind gusts up to 30 mph (that was fun). I am using this race, along with Free State and Berryman 50 to sharpen up for Western States 100 in June. I tried a simple calorie intake plan that worked really well: basically an s-cap and gu 30 min before the start, 1 gu and 1 serving of clif bloks at each half-hour interval, and an s-cap every 90 minutes, plus accelerade drink mix. All that added up to roughly 450 cal/hr. I didn't have any stomach issues and never bonked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first loop is a full marathon distance. My goal was to finish it in about 4 hours. About mile twenty I was feeling really good—so good, in fact, I completely missed an obvious right-hand turn at one of the gates. Fifteen minutes later I figured out that something was amiss: "Damn, I'm going the wrong way." Turned back around, picked up the right trail, and screamed and cursed all the way to the start/finish area with 2 extra miles in. Got to the start/finish mile 26.4 (28.6 for me)4:33 fired up and pissed off. Filled up my hydration pack, slammed a red bull, strapped on my ipod, and took off for the final loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the next six miles in under an hour. I was trying to make up time. It was getting warm and the wind was picking up. Ran the Big Bluff Loop (42.63/44.62) while out of paranoia kept looking back over my shoulder to the last course marker to make sure I stayed on course. After Big Bluff Loop its only 8 miles to the finish with a few water crossings mixed in. I checked my garmin it read 8:59 , 51.2 mi but still, I had 2 miles to go to the finish line. Two stream crossings and a lot of sand, finally uphill finish  9:20 53.19 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. SLOW THE FUNK  DOWN AT TRAIL INTERSECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't stay mad for very long.&lt;br /&gt;3. Salomon makes excellent trail shoes . The XA COMP 3  was perfect for this course lots of mesh in the upper for water drainage.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have the ability to push myself even after a major screw up. It was kind of enjoyable in a sick way.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rockin' K is a tough course in 2005 it was my very first 50 mile it broke me at about mile 39&lt;br /&gt;and I walked most of the last 10 miles in the dark with coyotes yipping at me. This year I ran a bit faster but it's never easy, wouldn't be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-5180957658759370121?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/5180957658759370121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=5180957658759370121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5180957658759370121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5180957658759370121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2008/04/rockin-k.html' title='Rockin K'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R_l69OpEQ8I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZPyX4PyHcUQ/s72-c/DSC_0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-5909762510688423693</id><published>2008-03-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:53:35.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding peace on the trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wzJ5FxYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4_qCFowimR8/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wzJ5FxYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4_qCFowimR8/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178069916606096162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wy-JFxYxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JKk59Dabxpg/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wy-JFxYxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JKk59Dabxpg/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178069714742633234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wyFJFxYuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mLxtDbKyeu8/s1600-h/DSC_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wyFJFxYuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mLxtDbKyeu8/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178068735490089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wSxZFxYtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qnMe1WgMeyQ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wSxZFxYtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qnMe1WgMeyQ/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178034311327212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wSDZFxYrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QIuiKt2EomU/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wSDZFxYrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QIuiKt2EomU/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178033521053229746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write about, here's some pics we took last Sunday after running Red Bridge Ramble. This is at Martha Lafite Thompson Nature Sanctuary in Liberty, Mo. We hiked for about 90 min , the trails there offer a good mix hills, flats and a nice stream crossing, not very long though maybe 5 miles total. Kyle thanks for the carrier Adrian loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-5909762510688423693?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/5909762510688423693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=5909762510688423693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5909762510688423693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5909762510688423693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2008/03/finding-peace-on-trail.html' title='Finding peace on the trail'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R9wzJ5FxYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4_qCFowimR8/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-888981386575965103</id><published>2008-02-15T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:15:39.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Raccoon 100 Pacer Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZePJCAvFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V8twkX3FmYM/s1600-h/DSCN0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZePJCAvFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V8twkX3FmYM/s320/DSCN0762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167421236669627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe's Pacer Mark Stovall. His first time pacing a 100 he did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZdrpCAvEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SeuHN6kuYko/s1600-h/DSCN0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZdrpCAvEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SeuHN6kuYko/s320/DSCN0763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167420626784271426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KC Trail Nerd A.S. Stacey Amos and Tiff with S.L.U.G. Carey Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZdJ5CAvDI/AAAAAAAAAII/DhyLjSWcE9o/s1600-h/DSCN0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZdJ5CAvDI/AAAAAAAAAII/DhyLjSWcE9o/s320/DSCN0774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167420046963686450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd loop 174 A.S. mile 57 John looking unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7Zc45CAvCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/W5s7hMFXRFg/s1600-h/DSCN0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7Zc45CAvCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/W5s7hMFXRFg/s320/DSCN0779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167419754905910306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yet another self portrait mile 70ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZcSJCAvBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z2SSXiXhWP8/s1600-h/DSCN0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZcSJCAvBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z2SSXiXhWP8/s320/DSCN0789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167419089185979410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4th loop around mile 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7Zb9ZCAvAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nP7EcGXJLP0/s1600-h/DSCN0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7Zb9ZCAvAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nP7EcGXJLP0/s320/DSCN0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167418732703693826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John King 100 Miles 20:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZbuJCAu_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/arNAmoXp8dY/s1600-h/DSCN0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZbuJCAu_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/arNAmoXp8dY/s320/DSCN0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167418470710688754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Brim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZbP5CAu-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/c5N6bPOmHnU/s1600-h/DSCN0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZbP5CAu-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/c5N6bPOmHnU/s320/DSCN0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167417951019645922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bad Ben&lt;br /&gt;(sleeping off Chafe Fest 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZZxJCAu9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MDAfv-pdGlk/s1600-h/DSCN0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZZxJCAu9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MDAfv-pdGlk/s320/DSCN0810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167416323227040722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the morning after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZZJZCAu8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MDxzuFNj0gM/s1600-h/DSCN0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZZJZCAu8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MDxzuFNj0gM/s320/DSCN0811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167415640327240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe's crew chief and wife Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the morning after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZX-JCAu6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/4x7swsgPa6U/s1600-h/DSCN0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZX-JCAu6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/4x7swsgPa6U/s320/DSCN0824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167414347542084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gary Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZXkJCAu5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/acEaXX0htNc/s1600-h/DSCN0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZXkJCAu5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/acEaXX0htNc/s320/DSCN0825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413900865485714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Race Director Joe Prusitis at the awards ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZXPZCAu4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tjkiY0No3oU/s1600-h/DSCN0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZXPZCAu4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tjkiY0No3oU/s320/DSCN0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413544383200130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and his wife Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John and Gabe both had excellent races at RR100 throwing down some  fast times.  Gabe has come a long way in a short time. His  fitness  and  nutrition  discipline was rewarded with an amazing 19:33 PR finish. Mark Stovall and I  flew to Dallas then drove 3 hrs to Huntsville State Park. This was Mark's first time pacing a 100 and he was a little nervous. As soon as we got there we quickly changed into running gear and met up with the KC Trail Nerds who had set up their own aid station at the start/finish in support of runners Bad Ben, Kyle Amos, Tony Clark, Gary Henry, Gabe Bevan, and John King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that John and Gabe were way ahead of schedule. From the start/finish area we walked about .5 mile to the site 174 aid station (mile 57) to get some pics and see our runners, but Gabe had already gone through so Mark had to sprint back to the  start/finish  to catch him . John was feeling great at the start of his 4th loop (mile 60) so we set off at a comfortable pace. I have run this race twice and this would be my third time pacing at 100-mile race. I felt confident that if anything went wrong, John and I could manage it. Most of the time I would be in the lead. For most of the fourth loop we would run 20 min and then walk for about 60 seconds. I wanted to keep John somewhat fresh for his final 5th loop. Since John was on a great pace I was anxious to try and catch up with Gabe.  When we would get to an aid station I would look up Gabe's time and see if he was slowing down. He never slowed down! Then I saw him on the out-and-back section to Far Side A.S. looking mean and bombproof. "Sorry John were not gonna catch The Big Guy," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOP 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Quick shirt and shoe change and we were off on the final loop. John was starting to feel the miles, but he was still running good. As soon as we would get within sight of an aid station I'd ask John what he needed. When we would get to A.S., I'd grab food, fill his water bottle, and we would take off in seconds. Once I got caught up helping the overloaded volunteers  and had to sprint to catch up with John. We were doing 1-mile intervals with about 90 sec of walking mixed in, until we got to the Dam Road A.S., mile 92.7. I looked at him and said "John a 21-hr finish would be a great time , but 20-hr finish is even better. We gotta run hard and we gotta run everything including the hills." I made sure John went through an awesome experience that last 7 miles. We hit the last A.S. Site 174 (97.1) with a marginal cushion of time John was getting more and more fatigued and had an IT band that was acting up. We made the final turn to the long straightaway to the finish line and John took off for a sprint finish 20:48. Outstanding! I'm pretty sure John's got some sled dog in his genetics because he can run his legs off and never complain--and do it all with a smile on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TRAINING-principles of progressive (agressive) overload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a fitness trainer  I know running is about obtaining the necessary skills, stress, recovery, adaption, and building muscle memory through repetition blah, blah... All this is great if you're planning to do a 10k. A 100 challenges you beyond that physiology. Before the race, John and I discussed various goals and strategies. He said he just wanted to finish, but I knew better and said I would push him to a sub-24. His training consisted of many long runs and other "prep" ultras races. Our favorite trainer is the infamous Psycho course--typically 2-3 10-mile loops anywhere from 4-7 hours, depending on how deep the mud and or snow is. Often we would have "push-up day": this run involved completing 50 pushups as fast as possible at each mile interval  for  15 miles. This is one of Gabe's favorites, too! This exercise does nothing to increase  running ability, but it beats the hell out of you and mimics the upper body fatigue you would feel in the latter stages of a 100 (more of a mental trainer). Many of these runs were in sub-freezing temperatures (Cameron Fat Ass 50k) which was excellent 100 prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the awards ceremony I told John it was luck that helped him through this race, but that was wrong. Luck is just a residual of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-888981386575965103?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/888981386575965103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=888981386575965103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/888981386575965103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/888981386575965103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2008/02/rocky-raccoon-100-pacer-report.html' title='Rocky Raccoon 100 Pacer Report'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7ZePJCAvFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V8twkX3FmYM/s72-c/DSCN0762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-8664168976884822329</id><published>2008-02-12T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:07:06.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHO 50 K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7eIZJCAvJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yywQqu7r8nc/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7eIZJCAvJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yywQqu7r8nc/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167749062933396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle Amos pushing me up a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JKHJCAutI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ecCf9qNgw3M/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JKHJCAutI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ecCf9qNgw3M/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166273209091275474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter Adrian this is her 4th ultra and she's only 8 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JJ9ZCAusI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/04_fkbI-cx0/s1600-h/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JJ9ZCAusI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/04_fkbI-cx0/s320/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166273041587550914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John King, me and Gabe Bevan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JJwpCAurI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g63We_iNkCw/s1600-h/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7JJwpCAurI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g63We_iNkCw/s320/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166272822544218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mud is my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll put up some pics soon . I was telling Gabe that you can't compare a 50k to a 100 miler, but as far as exertion per mile goes this was the hardest race I have run. Guess you can call that progress. First loop was great, second loop not too bad, third loop was something special . How do you  train for a kick to the nuts ,the simple answer is , you don't you take it on board  and suck it up , I had great support  from my wife Kristi and daughter Adrian, the Amos aid station Caleb Chatfield, John King and Gabe Bevan , and many others .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-8664168976884822329?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/8664168976884822329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=8664168976884822329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/8664168976884822329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/8664168976884822329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2008/02/psycho-50-k.html' title='PSYCHO 50 K'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/R7eIZJCAvJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yywQqu7r8nc/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-6860684389415622591</id><published>2007-10-21T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:05:44.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fell 7 Miler Kill Creek Park</title><content type='html'>Once again Trail Nerds put on another great race.  This was my first trail run since AT 100. It has been 2 weeks since that race and I haven't done a whole lot of training. Gabe and I drove over an hour just to run a 7 mile trail run. If Bad Ben puts on a race its WORTH IT !!!  The trail had a little bit of everything hills, roots, rocks, water crossings, all good. Legs felt great, stayed relaxed finished in 50 min -something. I always forget to hit stop on the watch at the finish line. Next up Rock Creek 25k. I've got a races pretty much every weekend till December. Damn basement never gonna get finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-6860684389415622591?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/6860684389415622591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=6860684389415622591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/6860684389415622591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/6860684389415622591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-fell-7-miler-kill-creek-park.html' title='Fall Fell 7 Miler Kill Creek Park'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321613580264674336.post-5137494889313813374</id><published>2007-10-10T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:28:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AT 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw15uYW-JVI/AAAAAAAAABg/baWY7pPSXJo/s1600-h/imagew2-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw15uYW-JVI/AAAAAAAAABg/baWY7pPSXJo/s320/imagew2-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119882189109863762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arkansas Traveller 100 has been around since 1991. The race is currently directed by Chrissy Ferguson—who has now finished the race 13 times—and Stan Ferguson. The 2007 running had 140 starters, the largest field in the history of the race. Fellow Trail Nerd Gabe Bevan and I were accompanied by our respective pacers, John King and Mike Prentice; Tiffany Bevan and Stacy King rounded out our support crew. Race morning I got up at 3:45 had some poptarts, accelerade and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw16I4W-JWI/AAAAAAAAABo/1yW3XFkEpq0/s1600-h/imagew2-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw16I4W-JWI/AAAAAAAAABo/1yW3XFkEpq0/s320/imagew2-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119882644376397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ultra-runner, I know I should have some detailed race report including split times and all that to write about. The fact is, I don't remember much. But I can give you a condensed version of the dialogue that was going on inside my head. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud BANG. Finally, it starts. Here we go—2 miles of pavement with Gabe and Carey. Easy run. Hit the Ouachita Trail. Nothin' special except hills and the rocks are lichen covered and slick. Don't fall. Don't slow down. LAKE SYLVIA A.S. 16.4 mi. Cheerleaders are yelling at me... or for me... I don't know. "Tiff, I need S-Caps." Don't slow down. Getting a little warm now. Drink. Pee. Cliff Bloks. S-Caps. Why does my pee look like blood? Gotta make 50k in sub-6 hrs. GO! Rocks everywhere. SMITH MOUNTAIN S**t, this is gonna beat the hell out of me—it's straight up! Really hot now. Suck it up, there's some down hill! Don't slow down. Feet are hammered. POWERLINE A.S. 48.5 mi. "Tiff, I'm OK." Change into Hardrocks. Weigh in. 138 lbs. Good, only two-pound loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17SoW-JYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mn_mWec0RiA/s1600-h/DSCN0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17SoW-JYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mn_mWec0RiA/s320/DSCN0553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119883911391749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17fYW-JaI/AAAAAAAAACI/nDTYrgVFe7w/s1600-h/imagew2-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17fYW-JaI/AAAAAAAAACI/nDTYrgVFe7w/s320/imagew2-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119884130435081634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17joW-JbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b9Ft9Zk0wBo/s1600-h/imagew2-6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17joW-JbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b9Ft9Zk0wBo/s320/imagew2-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119884203449525682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make 100k in sub-13 hrs. Push! Don't slow down. Drink. Pee. Cliff Bloks. S-Caps. TURNAROUND A.S. 57.9 mi. Need ice. This is the longest 12 miles of my life. Back to CHILI PEPPER A.S. 63.2 mi. Pick up pacer, Mike. Don't think about the finish—just run. Don't slow down. Walk only the uphills. Getting dark. Still hot. Drink. Pee. Cliff Bloks. S-Caps. POWERLINE A.S. INBOUND 67.6 mi. Weigh in. 134 lbs. Not good. If I lose any more weight they'll make me sit down. Get fired up. Here comes Smith Mountain. I hear, "Watch for rattle snakes at the pinnacle!" LAKE WINONA A.S. 83.9 mi. Drink. Pee. I'm sick of Cliff Bloks. S-Caps. Bats. Tarantulas. Copperheads in my way. Getting dizzy. Slow down. Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast. I can make sub-24 if I just keep my head. Mike makes me run even though I don't want to. ROCKY GAP A.S. 87.2 mi. Painful rocks everywhere. Drink. Pee. Pringles are so good. PUMPKIN PATCH A.S. 93.7 mi. Wheels are coming off. Only 10k to go. Mile 97. Water crossing. Lose balance on wet rock. Plummet to Earth. Catch myself with my head on jagged rock. Pain. Blood. "Is it bad?" Doesn't matter. "1.7 to the finish," says the old guy sitting in a chair. Smooth pavement. Downhill. Is it real? This can't be the finish line. Then the music starts to play. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17nYW-JcI/AAAAAAAAACY/d3EWjvVabHw/s1600-h/imagew2-12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17nYW-JcI/AAAAAAAAACY/d3EWjvVabHw/s320/imagew2-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119884267874035138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17ZoW-JZI/AAAAAAAAACA/zSjJQl3aHCM/s1600-h/DSCN0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17ZoW-JZI/AAAAAAAAACA/zSjJQl3aHCM/s320/DSCN0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119884031650833810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17EIW-JXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GhgIpS7qELM/s1600-h/DSCN0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw17EIW-JXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GhgIpS7qELM/s320/DSCN0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119883662283646322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321613580264674336-5137494889313813374?l=mile90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/feeds/5137494889313813374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321613580264674336&amp;postID=5137494889313813374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5137494889313813374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321613580264674336/posts/default/5137494889313813374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile90.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-100.html' title='AT 100'/><author><name>Rick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10322053429081256995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Szn0l0kcz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/SZ1yjZLntxE/S220/DSC_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssl_53yKz-A/Rw15uYW-JVI/AAAAAAAAABg/baWY7pPSXJo/s72-c/imagew2-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
