18 July 2012

Hardrock 100 Race Report 2012


After my experience at Hardrock last year, several people have asked whether I would even consider running the race again.  The answer was always yes, but what I don't mention is that I was looking forward to giving it another crack while driving back to Boulder the same day I finished the race.  Something deep inside me knew I'd be given another chance and when the lottery was drawn and I was just 7th on the wait list, I knew my fate was sealed.

The unfortunate aspect was that I now lived in the Bay Area at sea level and didn't readily have access to altitude.  I did, however, have access to hills and many, many races, which I took advantage of right out of the gate in 2012 with a trail half marathon on Jan. 1st and then a 50k the next weekend; I've raced nearly 400 miles in the first six months of 2012 before Hardrock.  I switched things up beginning in November of 2011 with a focus on climbing and long tempo-style runs (like the half marathons).  I also changed my diet some, which evened out my energy, tempering the swings I used to experience from a ball of energy to a sloth with little variance in between.

Along with the heavy race load of half marathons and 50ks, personal life was occupying much of my mental capacity (scarce to begin with), and it seemed I was in nearly constant conflict with a couple of the main people in my life.  Running, I realized, had become the one thing I turned to for happiness.  It wasn't only the simple activity of running but the people that running was bringing into my life that provided the enjoyment.  Even with those new people and certain amount of happiness, I was still missing something and that, I slowly realized, were the mountains that gave me so much fulfillment.  I craved mountains and I craved racing in the mountains, so Hardrock was a main source of escape for me.  I must have looked at every photo on the internet of the San Juans a dozen times each.

Slowly, the chaotic parts in my life either lost interest in me or I in them and they fell away leaving a somewhat clean slate on which I could create with a new brush and fresh, bright colors instead of the dreary greys that had grown darker over the last few months.  Hardrock was always there for me, even though I took steps to back out of it a few times, mostly to appease the negative people and situations in my life.

In terms of the training leading up to the race, as mentioned, I raced a lot.  I laid out a solid plan and schedule of races that gradually grew in both distance and intensity.  In February I raced the American Canyon 50k.  In March I raced Way Too Cool 50k hard to a 3:59 finish, followed that up in April with the Diablo 50k, which I won breaking my own course record in 4:51.  Then, two weeks later, I ran hard at Miwok 100k, resulting in a 10th place in 10:15.  And, finally, I raced San Diego 100 mile and chopped 3 hrs 45 mins off my 2011 time there, finishing in 3rd overall in 19:01.  The re-work of my training plan and tweaking of my nutrition had changed my running for the better and I felt good for Hardrock, though realized my pure mountain running and climbing was lacking.  Also, having now lived in the Bay Area at sea level since November, I was quietly concerned about the elevation I'd be facing in July.  There wasn't much I could do about it.

Race

My recovery from San Diego 100 lingered a bit and I felt low energy and dull on my runs up until about a week before Hardrock.  Milage was low during those four weeks but there were some decent runs, including the fun of pacing Brandon Fuller for 38+ miles at Western States to a 23:22 finish.

Shaun (left) and GZ at Silverton Brewery
Please don't let me get lost.

A couple months ago I blurted out a post on my site that I'd like a pacer and possibly crew for Hardrock.  I ran it last year without crew and had JT as a pacer for just the last (excruciating) 28 miles.  By the end of that day, I had two friends committed to my race, Shaun Katona for crewing and George Zack (GZ) for pacing.  I couldn't have been more content.  GZ picked me up from the airport and I stayed with Shaun in Boulder before we all three left on Wednesday morning for Silverton, arriving just in time for the medical check and bib pick-up, where I got to chat with my friend and one of my biggest running influences, Karl Meltzer.

Miners Shrine
Thursday morning we met up with JT and Brian Fisher (who I'd seen the night before and invited) for a little 40 min shake out run on the eve of the race.  Then we attended the brief pre-race meeting (Dale does a superb job of keeping it focused, informative, and engaging).  Suddenly, all the lead-up to the race was done and all that was left was waiting to line up and start.

Our dainty hotel room in the Grand Imperial.
GZ, Shaun, and I had dinner and Shaun headed back up to his campsite (his choice) and GZ and I retired to our floral room in the Grand Imperial Hotel (opened in 1882).
Shaun's campsite. 
I didn't sleep one minute that night; a situation I hadn't experienced before a race in the past.  I simply lied in bed and thought about everything from the race to where I might end up living at the end of the month.  So, when 4:45am rolled around, I was bleary-eyed and completely drained.  I just put it out of my mind and went through the motions of getting ready after running down to the start and checking in with Dale.  I purposely avoided going down to the start and mingling with everyone and at 5:55 I went downstairs, hugged and thanked my crew, and lined up next to Nick Pedatella and we were off at 6am.


Instead of going over every step of the run, I'll simply say that I hit my splits within about a minute for the first 25 miles.  I put splits together for a near 30 hour finish somewhat based on Ted Mahon's Hardrock in 2010.  Sure enough, Ted caught up to me just as I was leaving Chapman aid station at mile 20.  We ran together for the next section to Telluride at mile 29.  We climbed well together up to and over 13,000 ft Oscars and descended.  I stopped to pee and Ted gapped me, so I spent the 4,500 ft descent down Bridal Falls "Rd" trying to catch up.  He and John Hart were motoring and I felt uncomfortable pushing so hard that early but maintained the pace, catching them just before the bottom and we three jogged into town and the aid station.  It was pouring rain, which made the first crew stop a little chaotic, sock change (my new socks were rolling down under my heel and had caused some nice blisters), grabbing a jacket, trying to decide when the rain would stop and whether I'd be too cold, all while trying to eat something after that nauseating descent.  GZ ran/walked with me a couple blocks and I was off on my climb up Virginius feeling drained and in an abnormally high amount of pain.

Me climbing Virginius just ahead of Christian Johnson.
Photo Evan Honeyfield
The bad patch continued the entire section and I got off course for a while, which sucked.  When I finally reached the peak and Roch Horton's Kroger Canteen aid station, I was in a sour mood and feeling like it might not be my day.  Typically, I can talk myself out of bad spots and know I'll feel better at some point but this was different.  I was sleepy, sluggish, and in an intense amount of pain, feet, joints, back, everything.  I ate a little and dropped off the backside of Virginius half falling, half running, with a lot of scrapes and cuts along the way.  Jogging along the path leading to Bird Camp Rd., Krissy Moehl was coming up behind me and told me to latch on for company, so I did.  My mood immediately improved, if ever so slightly.  I could tell Krissy was hurting but she just plugged along like the champion she is.  It was so nice chatting with her and sharing our silent misery.  The long run down Bird Camp went by reasonably quickly and soon I was at Ouray at mile 45 where Brandon was waiting to run with me for the next section to Grouse.



Ouray dinner.

Contemplating sanity.

Geared up and heading out.
Brandon was great.  I was tired and quiet.  He was tentatively making light conversation and it was nice talking with him as we made our way out of town to tackle the long section with 6,800 ft of climb in it. He also took some video footage; gives one the idea of the scale of the area in parts of it:



We crested Engineer Pass and descended the long road to Grouse Gulch (mile 60.5).  I was miserable on the descent and told Brandon I'd need to lie down for a bit.  The lack of sleep leading up to the race had taken hold of me and there was no going on until I recharged a little.  Shaun, Kara, GZ, and Brandon went to work immediately.  They ripped my shoes off and Brandon taped my mangled feet like a professional.  The others tried feeding me and keeping my spirits up, while GZ prepared himself for his long 42 miles to come.  After a few minutes, they convinced me to get up and dressed me for the cold night climb over 14,000 ft Handies Peak.  Here are some photos that pretty much sum up my condition.  I'm usually a master of sleep deprivation but I was close to unconscious.


Brandon concerned his awesome foot taping job was wasted on a corpse.

Soft kitty blanket…. whatever.

keeping the sandwich handy on my shoulder.
Kitty blanket hell.
Trying to rally my cloudy mind to get up and go.

GZ and I almost ready to go.
It was now 20 minutes after midnight and we were making our way out of Grouse Gulch to make our way to Handies Peak, the highest point of the race at 14,048 ft.  Before that you have to climb American-Grouse Pass, a nice little 13,000 ft climb.  In my fudge-thick mind, I thought we had summited Handies until GZ pointed out we were only at 13,000 ft.  I scanned around with my light and found no higher point around us and then remembered we'd need to drop to a basin where I filled my hydration pack last year, albeit in the middle of the day at that time.

We made our way across the basin and began the climb up Handies.  It was windy and cold at times but otherwise just a long grind that felt like we were handling well.  Only one set of lights were gaining on us while the others seemed to be slower.  It turned out to be Billy Simpson and his pacer who was dragging a little.  The four of us summited together and scrambled across the peak before dropping off the steep backside onto a series of fairly technical switchbacks.  I fell once with my left leg collapsed and twisted between two rocks.  It was more startling than painful but I got to my feet and continued on.  I could feel the air thickening, which helped me increase the pace a bit and we reached Burrows Park aid station just before 5am.  It was a brief stop since we had Sherman aid station just down the road about 4-5 miles.

Reaching Sherman in that pasty blueish light of very early morning with the night chill in full effect, I wasn't in the best of moods and not very interested in lingering there long but we had some work to do in the form of dropping off our night gear and extra clothes in my one drop bag there.  I ate a breakfast burrito that was tough to choke down.  We had a big climb ahead of us, not the steepest but very long with a lot of gain.  I remembered this section as one of my favorites from the previous year, mostly because it was a very long gradual descent through beautiful meadows, around waterfalls, water crossings, and views rich and expansive.  GZ loved this section.  He kept commenting that we'd been going for a long, long time and the valley meadow seemed unending and pristine.  It is definitely void of any human evidence.  It was getting a little old for me and I was pleased to finally see Pole Creek aid station situated on a large lump of a hill with a sadistic little climbing path straight up to it.

I was in a dour mood, nauseous, dizzy, and still in some of the worst pain I've experienced in any races.  I was trying to choke down scraps of banana in a tortilla and GZ was just trying to lighten the mood, I'm sure, by being coyly overbearing on the insistence of me eating.  "Eat something.  Want a cookie?  How about some potato chips?  A gel?"  I snapped at him to stop and that I was eating.  Then I asked Chris Price, who was working the aid station if he'd like to pace me the last 20 miles.  The volunteers just sort of stood there saucer-eyed not really knowing how to react to this crazy looking runner who was obviously about to snap.  GZ and I laughed it off and headed out, to the relief of the aid workers, I'm sure.

Maggie Gulch (mile 87 of 102.5)
It was a long, hot, exposed haul to Maggie Gulch.  It was a nice surprise to see Shaun and Kara there, since it's a non-crew access aid station.  Justin Mock was there as well as his little dogs - good to see him.  I ate a little but the thought of food was repulsive.  I knew from my 4 hours of not eating at San Diego that I had to choke down some calories, so I tried.  I was mentally and physically drained.

I don't really remember the next section to Cunningham, except that it was very long and we encountered a couple of icy cold rain storms that forced me to run hard.  We caught up to and passed Krissy Moehl and her pacer during the rain storm.  We were flying.  I was pretty fucking pissed and in my fragile mental state I felt the rain was part of the race to make it more difficult.  We passed by this old hippie guy taking photos and I remembered him taking a photo of me in the beginning of the race.  "Hey, you took my picture 31 hours ago.  How's it going?"  Then we began the ankle twisting long, dry descent to Cunningham aid station.  It seems there was a large bear on the trail here just minutes before we arrived.  At that point I would've kicked him in the teeth just for existing.  This shit was getting old and I wanted to be done.

Should say, "Next stop, bed."

Dropping down to Cunningham.

Finally getting my appetite back a little

Leaving Cunningham for finish.
 The climb out was atrocious.  I was blacking out from exhaustion and the switchbacks seemed endless.  Knowing this was the last substantial climb was about the only thing that kept me going, just had to crest this sucker and make it to town.  Once over the top, it was a giant view where you could see the trail descend all the way down to a rustic, rocky road further dropping into trees where it disappeared. I had it in my head that Krissy was close behind us and didn't want her to see us when they reached the top of the climb, so we ran the entire descent fairly well until we caught a glimpse of two specks just coming over the top of the mountain.  The rock strewn, rutty road seemed unending.  I ran nearly two miles of it with GZ until I felt feverish and had stars flooding my vision.  My knees were really swollen (another thing I had never experienced).  We broke into a fast hike with intermittent jogs, finally reaching the end of the road and onto singletrack that lead to the Kendal Ski School at the north end of town.  We broke into a soft run for the last few blocks. I couldn't breathe at all and was gasping for air, so I couldn't thank GZ at that moment.  I rounded the flags and knelt to kiss the rock, sat down, and it was over.

35:49 and 34th place.
Just about to enter the finish chute.


With race director, Dale Garland.
GZ, me, and Shaun

GZ, companion for 40 miles and nearly 18 hours.


Everything is still a little raw in my mind.  There've been a couple times when I look at photos or watch Brandon's video, or simply think about parts of the race and my chest gets tight and eyes well up.  Hardrock is difficult.  I can't express what it's like to be pushed to the point of apathy.  You simply need to have the faith that it will end at some point and the suffering will be over.  Why put yourself through it?  That's a difficult question I get asked all the time.  It's not like I enjoy suffering.  I suppose the rewards, from seeing and experiencing remote, rugged, beautiful places, to stretching your perception of what is possible are a couple of the reasons.  I'll have to think more about it all and maybe write more later this week or soon about it.  Needless to say, Hardrock is in my heart and soul, imbedded in me like a belief.  I love the place, the event, and, most of all, the people.

Thank you Shaun for your quiet kindness, hospitality, generous gift of your time, and for being a good friend.  Thank you Kara for your organization, support, friendship, and kindness.  Thank you Brandon (and your family) for your companionship on the trail, knowledge of aid station needs, and friendship.  Thank you George for the adventure of sharing a good chunk of a race that's become an intrinsic part of my life.  We've had a couple of good adventures together and I look forward to more.  You're a good friend.  I value each of you deeply.


25 comments:

  1. Hopefully, I am not available to pace next year...since I will be running the thing with you.

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  2. Hopefully I have to determine who is going to fire me with 20 miles to go.

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  3. Congratulations, Tim. I wanted to say that it meant a lot to me to see you at the Silverton High School gym at 4 a.m. Sunday when the last Hardrock finishers were rolling in. If you were you, I would have gone to bed for about a week, not wandered back to that Zombie morgue in the middle of the night. I don't think Beat remembers any part of it, but I thought it was a great gesture of mutual respect for all who battled this beast.

    Hope to see you soon at an Inside Trail event. I also appreciate your recent contributions to Bay Area trail running. Thanks again.

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    1. Hi Jill. Thanks for commenting. Like I said, I love the people involved with a hardrock. Beat had a particularly tough race and I wanted to come over and congratulate him on his accomplishment.

      I'm not involved with Inside Trail Racing in any way now but am sure I'll see you guys at other events.
      Take care.
      Tim

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  4. Your intrepid strength in these things, given all the crazy variables and obstacles--before, during, and after, is such great motivation. I look forward to the stories and soaking up details as this sinks in and, hopefully, you begin to focus on (why?, but of course) another go. I'll follow (ain't missing another one).

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  5. Seems like yesterday we were on the phone while you were driving back to Boulder last year after Hardrock. There was no question on that Sunday that your next 363 days would be consumed with 1 thing - lining up last Friday morning. Glad you made it back, even though it was so hard, and couldn't be more proud of you for your perseverance. Enjoy some rest, you earned it!

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  6. Awesome job man. Recover well.

    Bedrock

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  7. You were awesome out there. Not once did you sound like you were even considering not finishing, even staggering into Grouse.

    So do you wear two belts at the same time now? I would.

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  8. Countdown - 361 days. You're made of exactly what I thought you were made of, Stength - mental and physical. I'm just in awe of this race and the people that take it on....

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  9. Well done Tim,always an unforgettable experience.

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  10. "Why put yourself through it?"... because you are internally motivated to better their own person... because you are someone who can rouse their own internal competitor... because you because you are a bad ass who loves a challenge.

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  11. The Footfeathers narrative is fuckin sublime. This is the argument for the 100 miler sufferfest ad nauseam: You. Truly a spiritual journey. A wise old young man.

    I can not wait for this weekend.

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  12. Jeez man...wanting to kick a bear in this teeth for just existing?? LoL. Great job!

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  13. Congrats on a solid race Tim! Sounds like you had a good day and it was a much better experience than last year. Sorry we didn't get a chance to chat much over the weekend.

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  14. Nice work out there Mr Long, way to get it done! Great hanging out with you guys this past weekend.
    Good luck with whatever your future holds, keep living the dream!
    BFish

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  15. In the company of Karl and a few others, you are officially a 100-mile machine. Grand Mesa in 2 weeks? No problem. HR is special though, and gets in your blood. Congrats!

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  16. Thanks Rob. Oh, yeah, forgot about Grand Mesa 100 next week. yippee.

    Kidding, it's a super event with a hugely challenging and beautiful course all run at about 10,000 feet!

    Thanks again.

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  17. Great run Tim, I had a good time sharing a few miles together. Hope the recovery is going well.

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  18. Man, what a fantastic report. It really shows the difficulty of running this event. I dnf'd and probably for the last time (am 2 for 9), time to step aside and give others a shot after my years here, of course I'll still be part of the Hardrock machine :-)

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  19. Nice running with you for a bit, way to stick with it. You learn something every time. I know I do.

    Take a sleeping pill the night before. It's a great way to start the day, waking from 8 hours of sleep.

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  20. That's SO awesome. You need a kitty blanket of your own. ;) Congrats again, Tim!

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  21. Awesome report, Tim. Nice work out there! Hardrock really is special, completely unlike any other race. thanks for sharing your journey, and congratulations!

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  22. And you beat JT! Thanks for the write-up and video. I was at Kroger's aid station and hoping to give HR a shot in 2013. Did the altitude zap you a little too or was it just the lack of sleep. Any ill effects from coming in from sea level? Congrats!Steven M from Austin Tx.

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