2013 - 24 HOUR OTTAWA SRI CHINMOY SELF-TRANSCENDENCE - POST RACE REPORT

Hi everybody.

Welcome back. My last race is now almost 3 weeks behind me with the next one only 3 days away. I mentioned after my failed 100 mile effort at Haliburton Forest (completing 50 miles) that I was not totally bummed. I mean, it's never pleasant not finishing something you started and maybe I gave up where others would have continued but I'm still new to ultra running and learning not no quit when you feel down is something you hopefully pick up along the way through experience. I was really pleased to see many of you out there and encourage you in your races and that is always a really nice thing. I appreciated everybody's encouragement out there.

This next race is put on by the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team. They have been organizing ultra events for many years all over the world. They seem to choose small circuits to run crazy timed courses - 6, 12, 24 hours and the big New York 3,100 mile race you have to finish in 52 days (just to let you know that means you have to run 62 miles a day just to finish in the allotted time!). You run around a square block of Queens. I did one of their 6 hour races in Kingston early this year which was quite an interesting experience.

It is quite different running a certain number of hours rather than a specific distance. A set distance in a certain time may put off those that are concerned about finishing due to the difficulty of the course - terrain, elevation  etc.

I think the two biggest reasons why more people don't participate in this type of timed race is one, because of the very short laps these events are traditionally run on; from 1km loops or in the case of this particular race, a 400 meter indoor track in Ottawa. Not everybody can get their heads around the tedium and monotony of seeing the same people and same things over and over again. The other reason would be for the length of time we are talking about. In a marathon I'd say the majority of runners are done between 3-5 hours but the minimum time for these events seems to be 6 hours and going for 24 hours in my race. If you run 100 mile races you can fathom 24 hours but if you are just getting into ultras the thought of running for 24 hours scares the pants off people.

I did the Kingston 6 hour race to get an idea of what that tedium might feel like and yes, at times it got a bit mind numbing, but seeing all your competitors over and over was actually quite inspiring and nice I thought. You got to gauge how you were doing based on how often you passed others or they passed you, and you got encouragement from the people around you. You had the aid station they provide always available and didn't need to carry water bottles or wear belts with your gels, salts, etc. You could sit down and relax and get up and get on your way when you are ready. Most people will set up makeshift camps around the track. Tents are allowed but not obviously to be staked down. I'll have my aid station available every 400 meters.

The race starts at 8am for the 24 hour race and traditionally you arrive early to meet your personalized timer. The members of the cult are each responsible for a small number of runners and count you after each lap so you have to get introduced before the start. Also, you wear your name rather than a numbered bib so again, it feels very personal. You make sure as you go around that you catch the eye of your counter. At Kingston, my counter used to say 'Got you Alex'. 

There is a leader board which will be updated once you get some miles under you and the top 7 men and women are continuously updated over the day and night. You can ask your counter any time what your distance is in case you are not in the top and are wondering how far you've done.

Ottawa for me is a good 5+ hour drive so I'm not looking forward to that - and even less so 24 hours later. I'll leave 10am and arrive approx. 3-4pm. We have a pre-race dinner at 6pm and you can camp outside the facility and set up your tent/food/aid etc. inside but you can't sleep inside the dome. After 9pm they close it and you can get back in at 6am. My intention is to set up my stuff minus my tent inside the dome, and set my tent up outside. It will be getting cooler at night no doubt but I think I have enough protection and generally I sleep better if it's colder anyway. I'll have dinner and greet friends and I believe there is someone there doing a research project who wanted to talk to me and some others about how we got into ultra running, etc. so I'll be curious what types of questions he asks and what other people's stories are.

I'm supposed to meet the race Director of Hali at the pre-race dinner to collect my 2 drop bags I was not able to get at Hali. I really hope that works out because my race shoes are in there! Helen is doing the 6 hour race.

The plan is to go get some groceries and things on Thursday and get the car packed and ready. I won't need as much stuff and it should be easier to organize now I'm using crates and zip-lock bags. I just keep all my stuff in these now and it means I just can grab them and go.

I have never run on a track/artificial surface so I'm most curious about this aspect. I'm slightly worried it will be slightly 'bouncy' which over a long time could suck my energy like what I think happened at Limberlost with the soft spongy undergrowth. At least I have no concerns about running in the dark or tripping over roots or dealing with the elements or monster hills. It will be a completely controlled environment, probably around 18 degrees. For those of you that are thinking, do we run around in the same direction for 24 hours? No, we don't. They are turning us around after each 6 hour segment so we don't get fatigued/injured due to the continuous left hand or right hand turns. Track etiquette dictates that slower runners stay further out and let the faster runners lap you to the inside - you can be disqualified for not following this rule.

Prior to the start we line up and have a minute's silence and then there is a very informal, GO, and we all start. I believe there are about 30 or so 24-hour runners entered with another 20 or so doing either the 6 or 12 hour races. There are washroom facilities and you are expected to leave and enter the track at the same place. If you are going to sleep or rest for an extended time it is considered good practice and polite to let your counter know this.

Pre-Race Predictions

It's a good question. Honestly, I'm getting tired... I can feel it's been a long season. I've upped my racing and mileage hugely since last year but I've enjoyed myself. I rested for almost a week after Hali and the heel and hip have bothered me on each practise run. I'm now not limping at least but I know the right heel is going to cause problems on Saturday. It feels like somehow the pad of the foot feels like it's lost compression and gets very tender so I may consider heel inserts. The hip I'm going to gel up before the start and take an Advil right at the start and hope I have no further problems throughout. I've had a few good runs and a few terrible ones where I felt all my fitness was gone so I really don't know where I stand these days. I won't have run a single mile in the last week. I just couldn't get motivated. 

Let's look at some times/distances/past races to get an idea what I might be able to accomplish:

Haliburton Forest - hard course - 50 miles - 12 hours
Dirty Girls - hard course - 100 miles - 33.5 hours (2.5 hour sleep) so 31 hours
Kingston - 6 hour timed - 1km easy looped course - 39 miles
Sulphur Springs - medium course - 50 miles - 9 hours

So what can I realistically expect on this course? If you look at Kingston I should be able to do 120 miles easily. Not going to happen. Look at Sulphur and again I should be able to do over 100 without much problem. 

I'll tell you that I'm aiming for 100 miles. I think that is realistic and achievable. If I can get over 110 I'd be really really pleased but I think it will be somewhere between the two so that's my 'guess'.

Well, that's all I have for you now. I'll have my post-race blog up as soon as possible. It will go something like "I ran the first 400 meter lap. . . and then I did it again another 400 times!" THE END.

Wish me luck and good luck to all of you - thanks for visiting again.


POST RACE REPORT


I may have to stop these pre-race predictions. They kind of have a habit of coming back and biting me in the ass. What did I say? 100 miles? Try again Alex. All I can say is I'm glad it was not a 100 mile race or I'd be facing my second 100 mile DNF this year. I'm afraid I only managed 52 miles (good for fourth last place). I managed 50 miles in the same time as the Hali race, in 11 hours 56 minutes and was intending on quitting at that point but we were just about to do the turn-around on the track and I didn't want to inform my lap counter when it gets confusing out there so I trudged on for another 2 miles. Trudged? Actually, scratch that. I was not trudging, I was walking. I walked for so many laps I lost track. The thought of walking 11.5 more hours with an occasional burst of blistering 4 miles an hour just kind of deflated me. 

How do I feel about my race. For myself I'm frustrated on this one; more so than Hali. I mean what excuse can you have on a completely flat surface? How could I run 50 miles in exactly the same time as I did on a hilly, hard course? It sounds like a no-brainer - flat surface, indoor, controlled environment - of course I'd be faster. . . 208 laps around a 400 meter track. I remember saying earlier that I was concerned about the track being spongy. No worries there. It may not feel like concrete but it's pretty damn hard. My usual problems surfaced with the right heel pad, feeling like somebody pounding on me. The Achilles tendons gave me grief, my hip gave me grief, my shoes gave me grief and my damn watch decided to stop working on the trip up and didn't give me any grief at all!

This race was a total unmitigated disaster for me. I did, however, get to see poetry in motion! I was privileged, as was every other runner there, to witness an American 100 mile record get shattered. Jon Olsen was the first American to run 100 miles under 12 hours - in 11 hours 59 minutes. His first 50 miles was in 5:58 and the second in 6:01. I think someone wrote that he ran 7:11 minutes/mile for 100 miles. Let me just say that there were 2 races going on. His race any everybody else's. He was at a completely different level of running than the second or third fastest person there. Even when we were all fresh he was lapping us in perhaps every 2-3 laps. When I got tired and began walking almost every lap he was coming by me. He is tall and lean and he runs so lightly it's more like he's springing. I know it's a bullshit expression to say he made it look effortless because I'm sure if you asked him he'd say he was in pain, but truly as he zipped by he looked like he could have carried on at that pace indefinitely. I shook his hand after and told him how inspiring he was and he asked about my race and he was very humble. I liked him. He flew in from California. It was really amazing to be able to watch someone of his caliber over the entirety of a race rather than in a big city marathon where you might watch the lead runners fly by and that's it. His wife was there helping/supporting him all the way. She was handing him whatever he needed and had to be on her toes - he flew by so quick there is a real knack to handing off liquids or foods without spilling or it flying out of her hands. You can read his blog report here. [BLOG]

We were informed by the race director about the inside track rule, and that it was meant for fast runners and to keep it clear and if someone calls out 'track' it means for you to get out of the way. Most runners were good about this but there were 2-3 runners, not fast, who I constantly saw hogging the inside lane. It annoyed me to think of Jon who constantly had to call out 'track'. Some moron made some stupid comment (he was one of the lane hogs) that the straight-away is a place where you can run wherever you like. 

Well, let me start at the beginning. . .

I left the house at 9:45am on Friday and it was a perfect day, sunny and warm. I had a fairly restful sleep and set the odometer and set my wrist watch and off I went. Within 10 minutes my watch starts beeping at me and driving I couldn't really deal with it so pushed a number of buttons but it kept making beeping noises. Finally I got a look and it informed me of a sensor problem so I opened the glove compartment and chucked it in there, hearing the occasional muffled BEEEP over the next 9 hours. Not an auspicious start. 

Did I just say 9 hours! From my house to Ottawa should take about 5 - 5.5 hours and it was all going swimmingly until Brockville.  At Brockville the roadside signs cheerfully told us that the East bound 401 was closed at Brockville. I don't have a GPS and I am not familiar with the roads in that part of Ontario and while the traffic was steady, it was not bumper to bumper so I figured they would have an alternate route bypassing that section of the 401 and we'd be underway in no time. WRONGGGGGGGGG. By the end of that fiasco I was completely stressed and pissed off. You know what it's like in a traffic jam. The end will be just over the next rise - the traffic will begin to flow again, anything ! ! ! So eventually, after about 2 hours of perhaps getting 5 miles along, I got the opportunity to take a left hand turn. I was trying to get north and east to hit Highway 416 which takes you straight into Ottawa. So myself and the car behind me take the gamble and off we go and things are going well and we get to a right hand turn a few miles further up and I decide to take it, hoping it will be a country lane which will keep me going east until I can hit the 416. After about 2 miles we hit another traffic jam and it is slow again but at least moving. I get to a 'major' intersection and am faced with heading South from where I came (DON'T DO IT!), an East which has traffic and is slow (DON'T DO IT!), a North, which is flowing well and hell, I need to get moving North and if I stand still another moment I'm going to experience a melt-down, so North it is.

Off I toodle-loo and begin my trek North and I pull onto the hard shoulder just to see on my big map where I might be and it appears this road will take me to Smiths Falls which will eventually get me to Ottawa. Thank goodness! I get to the Dome at 6:15PM. I was a very unhappy and sore and stiff bunny and I made my way inside to get my first sight of the dome. Some people were already there chowing down on the dinner and I saw Cameron Lutley but I just wanted to sit down and eat so apologies if I sounded a bit dismissive. Cameron is a really nice guy and a very good runner. He won the Kingston 6 hour race. I sat down next to Helen Malmburg and fortunately she had my two crates with my drop bags from Hali which was a relief considering how the trip was going so far. I had some vegetarian lasagna and some salad ingredients and a drink but the real treat was the rhubarb crumble. Whoever made that I thank you! Yum.

Various tents and tables/chairs/coolers with all the gear we ultra runners need.

Straight-away leading to the counter table. In the middle was a full size soccer pitch

Drinks table with a choice of water, coke, ginger ale or some weird honey kind of drink

I had a good chin-wag with the people around me and after the meal I began bringing in my crates and stuff into the track and set up. We seemed to have a limited amount of room so it got busy with people's tables and chairs and tents and even more so the next morning when people continued trying to cram their things between everybody else that was already there. I was not too impressed the next morning when one couple suggested they move me and the person on my right so they could fit their 8 foot table in! I think they got the hint from my furled eyebrows and moved on. 

I set up my tent outside right in front of my car beside a building and about 100 feet from the Dome entrance. At the time I didn't notice I had set it up directly beneath a light pole so I slept bathed in light. Oh well. It was cool but not uncomfortable and I actually prefer it being cooler. When I went to bed at about 9:30pm there were no other tents outside. Unfortunately you were not allowed to sleep inside the dome. Some people had set their tents up to use it as a place to crash or chill out over the course of the race. Some people had brought their spouses or children so over 24 hours this would be a great place to rest for them.

The following morning I got up at 5:30am, ate a banana and got out of my tent which was now covered in dew. I saw one other tent set up and of course Gino and Karin's palatial motor-home. I can't say I had a brilliant sleep. I could hear the constant hum of generators meant for keeping the dome inflated and also felt the ground beneath me vibrating. I don't know what that was from but it stopped at around 12:00pm. 

I left the tent standing and figured I'd use it to sleep in after the 24 hours were up. After dinner I blew up a second air mattress and hauled it inside the dome. It was my first time in one and I didn't realize it is pressurized. There were two entrances inside at each corner and there were revolving doors like at some airports. Adjacent to those swinging doors was another door for bringing in larger items. You were supposed to have someone open the second door on the other side, then close the door  and then they open the door on your side. I got my air mattress inside and went to push the other door but the first door was not closed yet and there was a huge WHOOSH of air like being in a wind tunnel. Ooops. 

I had almost all my items inside from the previous night and just took one crate inside and set up my gels and various things I'd need. I ate my cereal and relaxed, waiting for the chance to pick up my bib and meet my counter. We were due to do this 15 minutes before the start. Of course I'd had a chance by then to see Gino and Karin, Kimberley and Richard Takata who had driven up together. Also Cameron Lutley and Patrick Campbell and Helen and of course Ron Gehl and his wife Barbara. The night before I met Hans Maier, a 75 year old who is very sprightly and has a sparking mischievous gleam in his eyes. His Nephew I think it was who I believe was called Erik was doing the 6 hour race on his own. Erik was 16! He had done the 6-hour relay in Kingston earlier in the year. Kudos to you and keep it up! 

Gino and Karin - nice people and really good runners.
Both are going to win his/hers for the overall OUS standings!

Hans Maier - 75 years young!

To infinity - and beyond!  Dude - get a bloody hair cut - and tuck your ass back in those skimpy shorts! And there is Kim - one lady on the course thought we were brother and sister.

Another nice guy - Richard Takata

My table and chair and air mattress behind

One 'tackle box'of goodies owned by Richard Takata! Between his crates and Kimberley's - they need a bigger van I think! Still, better organised than my zip-lock bags and very handy. 

As I was waiting for the start, this tall guy set up his chair and items next to me and his name was Charles. He was friendly but seemed a bit awkward but we had a nice talk and his thing was road running and he'd done this track race a few years in a row. He and his wife were staying with in-laws in Ottawa and his wife didn't really have any interest in his running which is a shame. Unfortunately Charles had a bad day and pulled out about 2-3 hours before I called it a day but I wished him well.

I moseyed over to the tables and got my bib which was kind of awkward. There were two bibs, both large - one had your name in a particular color which was useful for the lap counters to identify their particular runners - and taped beneath that was your running number. I believe there was a 'back-up' of other counters along the track inputting your laps on a computer but I could be wrong. The bib was awkward to put on and I believe some people had wanted to switch over to chip timing. It's a hard call. It really is a lovely race and what partially makes it special is the personal attention of the race director, the cult members and the counters who help and support you. This year I think was their biggest entry field so far and I think it's possible some laps may have been missed for some runners. I believe there might have been a discrepancy with mine on a few laps so they were having to double check with the computer people versus the lap counter. It didn't make much difference to me in the end as I pulled out early but I'd be pissed if I'd run further and not been credited for my laps so I don't know the solution as the race gets more popular. It is very difficult for the counters when a slew of runners come by in the early laps and we are all running relatively quickly. 

My counter was Prataya and then two others took over during the 12 hours I ran. See the bibs and counting cards they used

Various runners getting their bibs and meeting their counters - the guy on the right is Jon who beat the American 100 mile track record in 11 hours 58 minutes!

My good luck charm with mega sized bib

The race director was standing on the other side of the track from the counters and was yelling out our names to the counters. I think he must have been hoarse by the end - but he was instrumental to helping us and the counters over the time when runners were more bunched together. It was very frustrating when SOME runners would stop at the tables and have conversations with their counters, blocking their view and making it difficult to know if you'd been seen. A few times I had to really wave and was unsure if I had been counted.  I always made a point of waiting to ask any questions when we were spread out and I didn't go right up to the table so they still had good visibility. They changed places over the course of the race as people needed bathroom breaks or perhaps after 6 hour stints. Some counters were better than others. One guy was excellent in my opinion and I really knew he had marked me and that he'd seen me. One other seemed like she was almost looking through you and it was not registering and I had to wave and try to get her to make eye contact. She got better later on but I had doubts initially.  Saying that, they were all excellent and it is a huge commitment they make. It's an ultra event for them also. They don't only tick you off on the sheet but once things spread out are supposed to input your time for that particular lap so it takes allot of mental agility over the hours.

The race director had us line up and some photos were taken but it was not organised this time so that everybody could be seen. There were just too many of us. A few moments before the start we all got silent and reflected on the journey we were about to face and the counter informed us he was ready and the director counted down 5,4,3,2,1, GO . . .

Obviously I can't remember, nor would you want to hear, about my 208 laps so I can only highlight the, well, er, highlights!

Highs and Lows

We all started off at what felt like a comfortable pace but I did know within the first 30 laps or so that we had picked it up and were being a bit silly with our pacing. Karin mentioned it to me and yelled out that we were all being asses. ha ha. She was right. There was the usual light-hearted banter, the usual story-telling and you would chat with someone for awhile, then pass them or they you. You waved to your counter, went to your table or chair as you needed or grabbed some nibbles from the race table. The temperature in the dome was a bit warm and it did feel a bit 'close' at some points through the day and looking through the emergency doors it was bright and sunny and hot outside. At the far end of the track there were various things laying about and some people had hidden buckets or pee bottles so they didn't have to make the journey to the 'official' toilets. I had intended on doing something similar but in the end I was grateful for the extra few seconds it took to get a change of scenery.

There were big garbage cans dotted around the entire track which was useful if you were munching on an orange slice or had a plate of food and were walking - as happened 12 hours later. Unfortunately I needed to visit those garbage cans twice for a different reason. I had my usual stomach upset around 4 hours into the race and had to race to one of them. I didn't like to but there was nothing else for it and I felt sorry for the people having to witness my upheaval. I think news got to the race director or he saw me and asked me several times if I was OK. Thanks for your concern. He was often seen walking around the track, wishing people well, making sure everything was good. Fortunately the second time nobody commented and I just carried on. I didn't seem to have any bloating or water retention issues this time - my fingers remained finger shaped.

I did go through a really bad spot and the medical stand which happened to be squeezed right next to me suggested I take some Dulce (dried seaweed) to get my color back. Also, after I did the dumpster dive, I think Jon (the running machine) told me to get some salt into me. He encouraged allot of runners himself. Well, I did try the Dulce and I think it did a better job of revitalizing me than the S-Caps so I'll definitely be looking to get some of this stuff again.

Over the following hours we got to see the start of the 12 and 6 hour races which made the track even more crowded but it injected fresh energy to the race. My fellow runner Jack Kilislian ran the 6 hour and he had an awesome race (41 miles). He never wears a shirt and is a really nice guy. He's down to earth and has a good sense of humor and he was hurting near the end and could see the strain in his face and body but he pushed for every lap and I was doing my best to encourage him. I had no idea how he'd done although if I'd looked more often at the HUGE leaders boards for the 6,12 and 24 hour races I would have had an idea. Regardless of my inattention, he held a beautiful trophy after the 6 hour awards ceremony. He placed first! Well done Jack!

Several times through the race I had a chance to chat with Cameron Lutley. His friends and people I just met this year and like very much were at an American 106 mile race called the Mogollon Monster 100  I had a look and it looks pretty damn tough. I think there is a 36 hour cut-off time and 23,000 feet of climbing so it is no walk in the park. They are Heather Lightfoot and Dan Lightfoot. She was racing and Dan was going to be pacer and support for her. Whenever I started to feel wimpy I tried to think of them. I hope she did well. Dan sent me a text asking how I got on at Ottawa but I wish he'd said how she did. Hers was a far harder race. When she posts her blog I'll post a link and you can read all about it if you'd like. It will probably (well, definitely)  make more interesting reading than this rambling report. ha ha. Hey, how interesting can I make a 208 lap journey around a race track sound? Here is her blog report [blog]

There was a really nice chap called Narcisse I believe. He lives in Ottawa and in previous years had volunteered at this race in many capacities and wanted to do the 24 hour race one day. This was his year. I believe in previous years he had done the 12 hour one. His wife was helping in the kitchen and his little 4 year old daughter was a real sweetheart and her and her new-found friends were all playing on the huge mats that are used for pole-vaulting. He was down-to-earth and had a very positive attitude. He was humbled by the runners he saw over the years running through pain but with determination. It was a pleasure to meet with and talk with you.

I also stopped and chatted with Erik who at 16 was the youngest runner there doing the 6 hour race. His head lolled to the side and you could see he was really feeling it but I did my best to lift his spirits and tell him how remarkable he was and to keep at it and he'd achieve his goal. I'm sure he would have. Wow. What the heck was I doing at 16? 

I only peed once in the first 5 hours and once more over the following hours until I stopped at 12.5 hours. I was probably dehydrated but it's not unusual for me not to pee for hours and while it was colored there were no signs I was in difficulty. I tried to take S-Caps and gels regularly but as is usual I get tired and forget. I was just nibbling on orange slices or watermelon and occasionally drinking some Hammer gels. I tried some Perpetuem but forgot after a while and thought maybe it was causing some of my stomach upset. I probably was not getting anywhere near enough food. I didn't think the selection was very good for solid food. Occasionally they put out some potato wedges but they didn't last long although I enjoyed those.

The big problem for me on this race were my feet. I have never changed shoes and socks as much as I did in this race. I started with Injinji toe socks and my lighter trail shoes with heel inserts but still my heel felt pounded and then my baby toes started feeling crushed and getting hot so I took off the toe socks and switched to regular ones. That helped the toes but didn't do much for the heel. I then tried a new pair of socks with my heavier but more padded trail shoes which are more roomy. They gave my heels some relief but I noticed a hot spot developing in an unusual place for me which was below the toes in the middle. At first when I took off the socks to check it was a fairly small blister and I tried to put on a Spenco second skin and some Kinesio tape over that but I think it just aggravated things. 

Whenever I came around and thought about having the medical team deal with it they had their hands full with other runners doing massages or dealing with feet or electrolyte problems so I just put it off until I was in pain just walking. When I had a look after the race the little blister had grown to one that was probably 3-4 inches long. I think the trapped liquid had pushed itself further and further along the underside of the foot. Popping it may have helped but I think unless it was dealt with properly it would have resurfaced. Blisters really can end races and I would recommend in a really long race dealing with them ASAP and not ignoring them. I told the medical lady I wanted to get to 50 miles and then would have her look at it but as I got closer to 50 miles it stopped hurting as much and as I knew I was going to call it a day shortly I decided to just get on with things.

Nice perfectly formed blister. I didn't enjoy running on it much

I don't know at what point I knew I was going to quit - probably somewhere around 65km. I decided 50 miles would be my goal and damn but those final km's seemed to just crawl by. As I said, I was walking huge amounts and sometimes some of the friends or runners that had finished their 6 hour races tried to encourage me which helped getting me running 1/2 a lap or maybe a lap sometimes but eventually I was back to a walk. As I approached 50 miles I knew I had two laps remaining and looking at the giant digital wall clock I had 4 minutes to get those 2 laps in to try to beat the Hali 50 mile time (11 hours 55 minutes) so I started running like a crazy person and was flying around the track. I'm sure everybody was wondering what the hell I was doing. Unfortunately I think I was out by a minute but it felt fun while it lasted and I just ignored the pain. I wish I could have done that for another 11.5 hours! ha ha. Once things fell apart I found myself sitting down in my chair quite often to change shoes or just chill for 4 minutes since walking seemed like hard work by that point.

My table had been encroached upon over the hours and with the medical people beside me there were a few water bottles and plates of nibbles on my table which kind of irked me but after my race was over when I was back from a shower and laying on my air mattress I was kinda pissed to see a 10 year old butterball of a girl dipping into my bloody potato chips. Goodness knows how often she'd been doing this but I'd seen her with all sorts of junk food over the 12 hours and I was like, maybe you should be out there running laps instead of eating as much crap as you can cram into your face. I'm just surprised the 2 chocolate bars were still there.

When I got to 108 laps or 52 miles I went over to my counter and told her I was retiring and thanked her and all the other counters there for their dedication. As this was a timed event rather than a distance race, I believe I am due the certificate and a medal but honestly at the time I didn't give a rats ass about this - and still don't although it would be nice to have the certificate in case I decide to give it another go some year. I didn't finish in my minds eye so don't feel I really deserve the medal but I gave it what I had and yes, I probably could have gone on for another few hours but I don't want to just walk so I didn't see the point.

I hobbled into the showers and had a BEAUTIFUL 20 minute hot shower. What a relief. After that I came and lay down on my air mattress which had just about deflated. I packed up my stuff - very slowly - and packed the car. I could have crashed in the dome as others were doing but didn't want to feel shit watching others still running so went to my tent and at 9:30pm crashed. I was going to get up at midnight and start the drive home but only woke at 1:00am. I got started and the roads were dead which was a relief. There were some fog banks but it felt like a relief to be heading home and not having the traffic that I faced on the outward journey. I passed a number of roadside signs for MacDonald's or Tim Horton's or Subway and every time I saw one of those my stomach growled and I had serious hunger pangs and had a huge craving for a MacDonalds'. I NEVER have MacDonald's but at the next exit sign for one I got off. I first got some gas and there was an attached burger joint but it HAD TO BE MACDONALD'S. I asked the guy if I was close and he said another 6 minutes down the road so off I went. Ohhhhh I was looking forward to that Big Mac or Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Hell, I might even have two. And a large fries to go with it! So I find the place and park and try the doors but no entrance after 12pm and have to use the drive-through. So I jump in the car and drive around and I'm told their systems are down and I should try the MacDonald's at such and such location. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! You have no idea how pissed I was. I'm literally starving by this point and I've got it in my head about this damn MacDonald's and they just dashed my hopes. When the young guy popped his head out the window to give me directions I almost pulled him out and was going to start stomping on him! 

Back I go and totally forgot his instructions and ended up back at the gas station and went in and had a burger and fries and it was shit - probably just like MacDonald's would have been - but I got some meat in my ravenous belly and I felt satisfied for the moment. I went off driving again and within 30 minutes I'm beginning to feel I can't drive anymore - exhaustion is setting in and my eyesight is getting blurry and I can't concentrate so I pull off at a big service station exit, find the furthest parking spot, adjust some of the crates on the back seat and grab my duvet and crash for 3 hours. When I wake it's about 8:30am and my eyes are taking time to adjust so I get back on the road and get to one of my least favorite sections going past Oshawa right where the 401 begins with all the Collectors and Express lanes. People are going at crazy speeds and I'm one of them, just wanting to get the hell home.

I decide I should probably go to work and help out my business partner in case it's busy. Even if i just sit down in a chair if it's busy I can at least keep an eye on things. I have a retail business and weekends can be very busy and with one person it can be a handful. I've got this craving emptiness again and decide I'm going to stop at a little diner I've never tried before which is right by my work called Butterballs. I go in and I feel like shit and I'm hobbling like an old man and since I didn't cut my hair it probably looks like I'm some sort of crazed Einstein without the 200 IQ! I look at the menu and quickly decide on 3 pancakes with syrup and a separate main order of 2 sunny side up eggs with potato chunks and bacon and French toast! It takes about 12 minutes and people are coming and going and my stomach is making me pay for every minute and then it's here - two large plates with real fattening food! Ohhhhh bliss. I tuck in and before I know it my stomach is saying ENOUGH already. Ok, my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I had to leave 2 pancakes but it felt good not to be crazy hungry anymore.

I drive the 2 minutes to work and just as I'm unpacking some stuff from the back of the car at 10am my business partner arrives and tells me I look like shit and to go home. I came in for about 30 minutes to the store anyway - realized I did look like and feel like shit and drove 25 minutes home where I checked some emails and then went to bed for 4 hours. I had pulled out 2 pork chops, 2 chicken breasts and for dinner ate that, plus a corn-on-the-cob and mashed potatoes followed 30 minutes later by a wedge of rhubarb strawberry pie! I had turned into an eating machine!

That's my story and I think it's time to end it. It was not my best effort but it was my 2nd longest run of the season and my fitness is not where it was at the beginning of the season. I think 52 miles is still a long long way and I should not beat myself up too badly but it's not a race I'll be wanting to repeat anytime soon. I thought the track would be easier than it turned out to be and I like to be outside with hills and rain and mud and wind and heat and cold. Sounds crazy. To everybody who stuck it out well done. Thank you for coming back to read my report. I have one race left in this season which is The Vulture Bait 50km run in London, Ontario (2 laps around Fanshaw Reservoir) in about 2-3 weeks. 

All the best to all of you who completed your full times at the race. It was wonderful having you there to be with and share time with over the hours. And for all you others that were not there but are runners yourselves, keep up the training, enjoying your races and I hope to meet some of you in the future. Happy running.

2013 HALIBURTON FOREST 100 MILE - RACE REPORT

3 Weeks Out

What did Stan say to Ollie in some of the episodes (you'll have to be a certain age to even know who Stan and Ollie were) - "Here's another fine mess you've gotten us into!"

Well, I got myself into this mess and we'll now have to wait to see how messy it gets. I'm thinking there could be tears, maybe some blood and definitely allot of sweat. I seem to remember early in the season a few people saying that Hali was a GREAT place to do a first 100 miler. Now AFTER I've signed up I'm learning that 'something is rotten in the State of Denmark!' Those people extolling Hali's virtues have disappeared into the woodwork and doing my own researches I find that actually Hali is a pig of a course - technical, tough and demanding. In fact, one section of the course - the Normac - is also known by a far less endearing name because it's a major pain in the ass.

The good news is I now have an idea what 100 miles feels like from Dirty Girls 2 weeks ago. The rest is just bad news so I won't bore you. Ok, Ok, I will. I know how much bad news makes us feel better about our own situation. My hip pain was intense for 4 days after the Iroquois Trail Test - far too many twists and turns - but I think with some Voltaren gel I'll be good to go. The worse news is my right heel is intensely painful. I've had it since DG where they got pounded badly but the right one is worse. It has stopped me running anything since ITT last weekend. It's an injury I've had since earlier this year but it's obviously getting worse. I've looked up plantar fascia and Achilles tendinitis and yadda yadda yadda but I don't know exactly what it is. Maybe if you've had it you can suggest something. Right on the heel you can brush your finger down it (or run a feather down it) and it is intensely painful with just a breath - BARELY touching it - but push your finger harder into it and no pain - scratch that - there is pain if you press hard. It makes no sense. I find myself hobbling but I've had proper plantar fascia before and this isn't it. Anyway, I shouldn't make excuses. This is my blog and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to. . .

I'm sorry to report that one of my running friends, Chris McPeake, had a failure at Leadville that just happened. I was really sorry to hear that for him as this is the second attempt and I know he went out there this year determined to kick it's butt. He wrote saying he will write a two-blog report about the race and the factors (other than running) which precipitated his demise. I have read about one major problem from a runner that placed very highly so I might know what one problem was. What the other runner was saying was that there were just too many people on the trails - very narrow single track, trying to pass one another - many 'newbies' that would never hit the cutoffs and didn't follow trail etiquette going up and doing the mountain passes. We'll have to wait to see what he says. Oh yeah, and a total mess-up happening at aid stations.

Two other running friends that run EVERYTHING in the OUS calendar are ONLY doing the 50 miler at Hali and that gave me pause. Speaking to Ron Gehl who is a seasoned ultra runner, he is concerned about making the 30 hour cut-off. I think he has it in him but I respect his decision and having run the damn thing about a zillion times he knows. I have beat him in some of the races this season and he's whupped me a number of times also so I have to be slightly concerned. The other person, Kimberly, I think is keeping something in the tank for the Ottawa 24 hour track race which I think is where people may be selected for the worlds so if that is the case it's wise. She and Karin and Lisa are at the top of the female leaderboard and they are all very capable and determined runners.

Having looked at the names of those entered in the 100 miler I am up to my eyeballs in seasoned ultra runners - more so than at Dirty Girls. There are some people I don't know from the confirmation sheet, but 20 are names I know of people that spank me regularly at races, or have been in the top 3 of this race in previous years. Swiss Miss (Iris) will be there, a seasoned Badwater finisher, Maryka who placed second at DG, of course Gino and Karin who won at DG, Cameron Lutley, Patrick Campbell, Steven Parke, etc. It could be a very lonely race out there for me and I hope they don't create too many mud puddles for me. Maybe they'll scare all the bears away before I catch up an hour or two or three later.

My plan is to drive up on the Friday early morning and get there early to mid afternoon and get settled. I'll check in at the cabin and get my race kit and be able to have a relaxed pasta dinner that night and then settle in to my tent before a very early wake-up call and 6am start! That is the earliest race start of the season. I could be more comfortable staying in an Inn or Hotel but this camping thing is quite an adventure for me and it's part of the whole weekend experience.

The conundrum for me is aid stations and what do I drop off and at which one(s)? Dirty Girls was easy. Your tent with goodies is at the start/finish which you pass every 8km (5 miles). This one is an out and back 25 miles with 7 aid stations generally about 10km apart. You have to figure out when it will start getting dark out for your light and also some warm weather gear in case it gets cold during the night.

Information About Haliburton Forest and about the Race

Haliburton Forest and Wild Life Reserve Ltd., or simply Haliburton Forest, is a unique, privately owned forest located on 70,000 acres of rolling hardwood. Check out their website with photos, video, etc. at [LINK]. It's about a 3 hour drive north of Toronto and is located South East of Huntsville and sort of South West of Algonquin Park.

For information about the race itself check out Helen's Malmburg's website for the race [LINK]. Just a note. This year is the 20th anniversary of the race.

In case you are interested in the route, here it is for your viewing pleasure:

Back to the Race

Oh crap! Looking for the Haliburton Crest logo to put on this blog I came across a blogger's report on his 50 mile effort back in 2011 at Hali and he was telling us all about the various runners he met during his efforts and he just HAD to tell us that 2011 was Steven Parke's 7th attempt at the Hali 100 where he DNF'd 6 times before finishing that attempt sub 24 hours. Now I'm pooping myself. Steve is ahead of me in the points series, a better runner and now I learn he DNF'd at Hali 6 times! Ok, take a deep breathe and no more blogs!

Ok friends. I'm calling it a night. I'll update you when I have something to update you about. Hopefully that will mean some running to talk about. Stay well and good luck to everybody on their training and racing.

5 Days to Go

Wow, the time has gone quickly. Only 5 days left before the biggest challenge of my ultra racing hobby - definitely not a career - I won't be giving up my day job because while I don't suck, I'm no elite machine. 

I think this race is going to be harder than Dirty Girls - running 100 miles with the clock ticking down to failure. . . don't make 30 hours and it was all for nothing. I would have preferred to do a training run here prior to get a feeling for the course but it didn't happen. It isn't that far away from the Limberlost course and I have DNF'd there twice now so I think it's going to be pretty rough. Certainly from all my blog reading that seems to be the consensus. 

Speaking of Limberlost, I was working in my retail store on the weekend and this young Asian guy walks in with his girlfriend and they are walking around the store. He sees something he likes and comes up and asks me something and spots a shirt I'm wearing which I didn't even realize had some running crest on it and he asks me if I run. I said yes, I'm into ultra running and have a 100 mile race next weekend and then asked him if he was a runner. He says, yes, I run ultras also. I was like, coooool. How often in life do you come across other ultra runners so I say, oh, do you do some of the OUS races and he says yes, I did the Limberlost 56km race. I'm like, cool, I was there. I say, so, how did you do? And he says, 1st! I say, holy crap man. Who are you? His name is Julian Ho. So it was terrible I'm at work and it's busy because him and I are just chatting away about ultras and it's like we have never met and yet here we are chatting away freely and openly and happily about something we both love doing. ha ha. Anyway, it was really nice meeting them both. He mentioned running with some Italian guy who it turned out is Gino De Carlo, so it is a close-knit group of people out there. I hope I see him in the future. Well done Julian.

I also heard that Elise has gotten over her DNF and has decided to continue running ultras. I'm glad to hear it. 

With regards to my running things have not been good. I did one training run almost a week after the ITT race and my right heel was very painful and has been swollen and sore. I've been icing it 2-3 times a day and have not run anything in 9 days. I went out yesterday (Sunday) for my first run, still with the heel sore but not brutal. I wanted to see if things have calmed down a bit and if I remember how to run still! Henri (race Director of Niagara ultra) added me to their mailing list and every Sunday they go somewhere on the Bruce Trail so I decided to tag along with them yesterday because I wanted to run with some people and try somewhere different. 

Yesterday's run was just down the road from me and started up at Woodend Park. It's up the Niagara escarpment, just a 5 minute drive from my gym club at White Oaks which is great as I was able to go there after the run and have a shower and get ready for work.

It was disgustingly muggy. We stuck to the trails but everybody's shirts were stuck to their bodies and the sweat was dripping. The course was almost all single track and some of the rocks were really viscous looking. They were pointed up in sharp triangle points so you really had to be careful in sections and no way I wanted to trip.

Henri took the lead and I followed with about 6 others behind me and then another group headed off from the car park who were going to do a hike rather than run. Henri kept pointing out poison ivy at different points of the trail and I was glad since I have not got a clue what it looks like. I had poison oak when I was a kid and remember it was not a pleasant experience and I didn't want any burning, itching going into Hali. I was running along happily and then felt a really sharp stinging sensation on the thigh and swatted away a damn wasp that had just stung me. Arrrrrrhhhhhhh. Second sting in my lifetime. The first was when I was a kid swimming in an outdoor pool and I saw this poor little fella struggling on the surface of the water so lifted him to put him on the side of the pool and he stung me. No good deed goes unpunished!

I must say I felt the lack of training after nine days without running. I'm hoping some of it was the high humidity but I struggled and was glad when the hour and a quarter was done. The intention is one more run Tuesday evening of 1.5 hours in Short Hills and then it's game time.

I have to admit to trepidation about this race. I really didn't give much thought to DG 48 hours and just showed up and started running. That's probably the best strategy and I'm just going to go with an open mind and run when I can and when I get tired I'll walk. People complain about the hills but as far as I'm concerned they are an excuse to walk. I mean, if it's flat and I'm shattered and I'm walking, others are probably catching me, but on a hill everybody is walking except the runners who I have no chance of catching. It gives me a chance to recuperate, and hopefully by the top I can get going again.

I'm not going to get freaked about running at night. I've at least done it once and 90% of the time it's actually an amazing experience. I have not yet packed or prepared drop bags so I'll do that on Thursday. I was glad to hear that Chris McPeake has entered the 100 also. I hope we'll get a chance to run together for awhile but if not it will be nice to share the experience. I was sorry about his Leadville race and to enter another 100 just weeks after the last one - I respect his determination.

That's about it for now. My fitness is definitely down but I'm looking forward to the challenge, the amazing trails and being with the other competitors. It's a new race distance for me, a new trail and before I know it, I'll be walking down the road with the other 50km, 50mile and 100 mile racers, being led by Helen Malmburg and the bagpiper to the start line and then we'll all be off.

Happy running and wish us all luck. I'll update you as soon as I can.

Oh - I can't leave you without. . . YOU KNOW. . . the pre-race prediction. Where's Kimberley's mystic ball when I need it. On second thought, I don't want to know. It thinks I'm a looser! Just to tell you my aim is to finish in 30 hours doesn't really do it, does it? It's a bit of a cop out, isn't it? But if only 53% of people finished last year isn't just finishing a respectable target? So cut me some slack. Sheesh. Ok, well, I would like to get to the 50 mile mark in 11 hours and be done in 26 to 26.5 hours.  If I squeak under 24 I'll be one happy camper. There you have it.

Day Before the Drive Up

Here we are. It feels like this is the most important race of the season - that all of the training has led up to this race. I don't know why but it does. If I fail here it will make a big difference to my chances for points in the OUS results. I've had one DNF so far this season but this race is critical. I was looking at my success and failures over the last two years since I got into ultras.

In 2011 I attempted two ultras (both 50km) and failed at one (Run for the Toad). In 2012 I attempted four (two 50km, a 56km and a 50 mile) and failed at 2 (Limberlost 56km and Sulphur Springs 50 mile). So far in 2013 I've attempted 8 and failed at one (Limberlost 56km). I want to keep the momentum going. After this race there are two left in the series. The 24 hour Ottawa track race and the final race of the season, Vulture Bait 50km. 

After my run on Sunday I did one final run after work Tuesday evening at Short Hills. I was apprehensive with the heel problem. It was a bit humid and my plan was to be very conservative and run slowly but try to run the hills. I must say I was pleasantly surprised to finish the run in 1 hour 7 minutes, 3 minutes faster than my best time there! I don't think I was super fast but I ran most of the hills, not having to take much recovery at the tops and that made all the difference. My only complaint at the end was my hip. Damn it hurt, even after applying the gel beforehand. The heel didn't hurt too badly and didn't swell up and I've continued the icing but I know it's going to get pounded on Saturday and I know with the arthritis I'm going to be taking a few Advil but hey, I'm ready as I'll be now so bring it on!

I spent the day at home carefully packing, patched the holes in my air mattress, got a few groceries and a few chocolate treats. I got some zip lock bags and have divided all my gels and extra socks and all the other stuff for the drop bags and have gassed and filled the car tires. I've printed off directions, got my lucky charm and filled my water bottles. Boy this ultra running is tiring!

Well, it's almost 10pm and I'm going to call it a night. I even did some research on bears and for the most part they are diurnal and I feel better that they'll be sleeping while I'm running. I don't really mind coming across any during the day as long as I don't startle one. All the best everybody and wish me luck :)


Post Race Report

Welcome back. I've been home exactly 45 minutes and have not even showered yet. I need the fresh(ish) smell to remind me about my amazing weekend and didn't want you to have to wait a second longer than necessary.

I'm not ashamed and truthfully I'm not anywhere near as disappointed as I was after DNFíng at Limberlost this year for the second time. The truth is I DNF'd at Haliburton after 50 miles. I gave it everything I had but Hali was more than I could cope with this year. I am going to revise my grading system now and put Hali as THE hardest race in the OUS calendar. If anybody disagrees I'd be happy to hear arguments for and against.

I can't cite weather as a factor. Those poor folks last year that had to race in almost constant downpours - I'm shivering just thinking about what the course would have looked like. It was probably as close to perfect as it gets yesterday. There were some long wet grass sections with wet logs but it's the middle of a bloody forest for goodness sakes!

I drove up Friday at 9:45am and got up in 4 hours 10 minutes from Niagara with no problems. It was easy enough to find. I drove in further from the Boiler Room after grabbing my race bib and found lots of camping spots along the road on the right hand side just before the gate which is locked which takes you further into the reserve. The start is right on this gravel road and goes past the gate and down a gentle road which eventually gets you to Aid Station 2. After this you head into the trails. I heard from Helen and Gord (the chap that was compiling all our race data) that they are going to change the course next year to make LESS road (currently about 20%) and also cut out the loop.

To the right is the road - there were various spots for people to set up campers or tents

My little spot - the finish is up the road to the left about 200 feet - to the right is the gate leading into the park

The gate - we all ran down here on gravel road for about 2km

Looking up the road to the start/finish - the Canadian flag on the left where the people are is where it was set up - further down is the Boiler Room and the Park entrance

Huge number of race kits for all the runners about to arrive - taken inside the Boiler Room

Here is the hoodie for 2013 - very nice. Do I have to give it back since I only managed 50 miles?

Volunteers in the Boiler Room checking in runners - I believe one of these ladies is Helen's sister.

After picking up my race kit, later in the afternoon, I returned to the Boiler Room and had my weigh-in. I was 153.5 lbs which is 1lb lighter than at the weigh-in for Dirty Girls 3 weeks ago. I was not weighed again and not sure when or where the 100 milers would be weighed.

Outside the Boiler Room where you left your drop bags for the various aid stations - mine is the big plastic crate at the front of aid station 2.

Race headquarters

 After settling in I introduced myself to a few people and then saw Chris McPeake. We chatted for about 20 minutes about Leadville and other races and I took the camera and got some shots which I'll post later. I was getting peckish (hungry) so ate 1/2 a sandwich and a few cubes of chocolate I'd brought and then lay in my tent while others arrived. Come 6pm I headed up to the restaurant and got chatting to Ron Gehl and his wife Barbara and then all us hungry runners were ushered in, relieved of our food tickets and served ourselves from a buffet of spaghetti with several sauce choices, a bun and a ceasar salad. There was a selection of cakes and pie after but I usually just have 2 main course helpings and leave desert to others. It hit the spot and I looked around and saw many familiar faces. Nobody here from Weight-Watchers that's for sure! 

Introducing all the runners

After everybody has chowed down the introductions begin with a microphone. Everybody there introduces themselves - it is very informal but most people will say stand up and say something like, 'hi, my name is so and so, I'm doing my first 100 miler or 50 mile and first Hali'. Then everybody claps. With so many runners to get through it takes some time but there were a few touching stories who got more clapping. 

Helen Malmburg who has been directing this race for 20 years then talked us runners through various aspects of the race. She is very soft-spoken and it was sometimes hard to hear her but we got it all in the end and she does have another awesome helper who marked out the course who is very loud and lively and sometimes he'd step in and clarify things. I believe his name is Don and he did an incredible job on the course marking. I never went wrong and I can't imagine the amount of time and effort it took into placing all those little flags - over 2,000 in all I believe! Only one runner was DQ'd - he missed passing by an aid station and obviously went wrong somewhere but he came clean - it's a shame as I believe he had run about 103 miles in total actually.

As we were eating Heather Lightfoot came by and said hello. It was lovely to see her and she indicated where Dan, her husband was. Unfortunately Dan had dropped to 50km due to his knee not healing up properly which was a shame. I think he feels this year his running has been cursed but I'm sure he'll be back on track next year. Helen was going to run with him and then settle into her own race. She kindly offered me a bear whistle (no, not the kind that hints, 'hey sexy, over here' - or is that a wolf whistle? All I did throughout the race in the parts where it felt VERY, um, woody, was to yell out 'A-ooooooohhhhh'. It seems to have worked since I didn't see any bears but I could swear I saw a wolf once - it was through trees at the top of a hill to my left while I was on a main trail but I won't swear 100%.

After the meal, around 8pm, everybody trailed out. I went to my tent and called it a night and set the alarm for 4:15am. I didn't have a restful sleep and heard all the noises of people around me and was thinking about the race. Occasionally during the night I felt some rain hit my tent through the trees but it was sporadic and short-lived. I woke before the alarm and waited until 4:30am before getting up as I didn't want to disturb people by unlocking the car. I got out of the tent and opened the back of the car and ate my cereal and banana and then walked up with a flashlight to use the port-a-pottie. There were about 6 set up outside the main toilet building which had a single toilet in it but also a shower - I'll have to remember that for next time. There are also cabins at the start line so I imagine they have bathrooms and proper beds if you don't want to set up a tent. 

I then walked back to the car and put in my contacts, applied my kenisio tape and body glide and prepared everything I needed including my lucky charm and then it was time to walk up for the role call at 5:45 at the Pump House. As the role call started it was apparent many runners were not yet present but I answered to my name and then my stomach started feeling unsettled again so I left to use the toilets and of course now there was a big line-up and when I finally got in the piper was on his way down the road with the runners so I took care of business quickly and met up in the final seconds and said hello to some familiar faces and then we were off with a count-down.

5:30am. Ok, so I look like a deer in headlights. I didn't take an after photo because road kill doesn't look very good either

No girlfriend to wish me well but I texted her before the start and have her with me in my heart.

 It was dark but the road was bright and only about 50% of the runners had head lamps. I had a little hand-held  in my bum bag in case I needed it but the first several km flew by and I didn't need it. As we entered Normac it got a bit darker under the forest canopy but mostly it was fine. By Aid Station 2 I was feeling a bit warm and removed my long-sleeve top and put it in my drop bag and was out quickly.

The trail was beautiful and I get into explanations of it later but I was feeling good initially and enjoying things. I started feeling tired after 2.5 hours and slowed it down a bit but was still making good time. I didn't pee until 4 hours into the race and felt maybe I was not drinking enough so tried to keep up with the Hammer gels, Perpetuem, salt tablets and water. It is a tricky balance. At the aid stations I would munch on orange slices or watermelon. I tried some cheesies at one and some potato which I dipped in salt but my favourite, much later in the race, was the 1/2 grilled cheese sandwich. Ohhhhh I needed that. Also, one aid station had hot soup which I loved but it was too hot and I couldn't wait for it to cool and burned my tongue and roof of mouth so that anything salty after that stung. ha ha. I only sat down at Aid Station 7 on the return journey to remove a rock and had to do that once again further along the trail.

People spread out eventually and it got slightly busy as the people ahead of you started passing you on their return so around mile 23 - 26 you got to see a number of people. Otherwise, from 26-50 I only saw about 20 runners either passing me or me passing them, and then closer to 50 some of the 100 mile people on their second loop. I can't remember when the first place guy came by but he was running up a steep hill! Wow. Then there was an almost 30 minute gap before the next runner and about 40 minutes to the 3rd place runner.

For the first time in a race I noticed that my fingers were very puffy and swollen so I guess I was retaining water and backed off drinking and then I started having to pee every 15 minutes for awhile and eventually the fingers stopped looking like weenies.

One lady, Iris Cooper, was very stylish. She had a cute little pink skirt with gaitors, her hair in her usual pig-tails and at some point I heard bells behind me. I turn around and here comes Iris. As she comes closer I say, 'Hey! I thought you were Santa Claus'. Off she went ahead, scaring the bears away for me. How awfully thoughtful of her! The only bear story I heard of any consequence was the lead woman who according to the volunteer I saw had an encounter with two. The first was easy enough to avoid but the second the bear got a little curious and started coming towards her. Now that would not have been fun. I don't want to scare you. As I said, I saw nothing much other than chipmunks and probably most other people didn't either and nobody has been hurt in the 20 years of this wonderful race but be aware there is wildlife and just act sensibly (and no, I don't mean run for your life). 

I also ran into Kimberly Van Delst during my race. She had dropped to the 50km and initially had entered the 50 mile. Her ankle was still not back to full strength after Dirty Girls but she looked to be flying. I'll have to check her results. Richard Takata was nice enough to drive her up. We saw each other as she was bombing down a hill on her way back from the turnaround and we had a quick hug and wished each other well. I was ahead of some of the good runners who passed me by as we got further out. Steven Parke came by looking great and also Jack Kilislian without his shirt. Steven, I had mentioned earlier, had DNF'd at 5 Hali's I believe and finished for the first time last year but this year he absolutely crushed it and came 5th overall in something crazy like 21 hours! Amazing job. I probably went off too fast (50km, 50 mile and 100 milers all start together at 6am) but honestly this was not the reason for not finishing.

I tried out the Injinji socks and not a single blister. I used Body Glide on the little piggies and put on Kenesio tape around the heel which works a treat. It doesn't work well on the bottom of the foot but is way better than band aids and I've been having better luck with it than duct tape. Kenesio is breathable and although it doesn't look like it will stick and stay in place, it does. I wore my slightly heavier deep trail shoes from Asics which I was slightly concerned about, thinking they might have been the reason my heel got so beat up at Dirty Girls but this time no issues in that respect. 

Pain wise the big problems for me this race was the same problem I faced at Limberlost. The right heel/sole of the foot - whatever you call it! It was getting excruciating after about 30 miles. I popped an Advil and fortunately the pain there subsided otherwise it would have been a LOOOONGGGGGG walk back. It was looking pretty bleak up to this point and I was on a logging road and looked back and saw Ron Gehl with his harem. I thought to myself, there is no bloody way is he coming by me. Not that he's not a great guy but I decided to use him as my motivation to move my sorry ass and by the end I had made up 20 or so minutes. He was entered in the 50 mile. Once that Advil kicked in I found a new lease on life and actually ran really well for about 10km and reeled back about 8 people who had passed me over the last hour.

One chap was an Asian fellow with walking sticks and I asked him how he found them. He thought they were good and we came into an aid station together and I guess I left ahead of him but once my surge was finished he came by me again and got to the finish before me - again, he was doing the 50 miler. Honestly I don't think I could have gone much faster even had I ONLY been doing 50 miles. I finished the 50 miles in 11 hours 57 minutes and while I had 30 hours for the cut-off, my head was not in the game anymore.

All the competitors were wonderful. Everybody said keep it up, looking strong, well done, etc. It didn't matter if they were lead runners or back of the pack, everybody was supportive of each other and that is awesome. I love it. There were only two I'd have to say were not in my good books but it could just be they didn't hear me. I was going through a grassy section that had logs and rocks and saw them ahead of me on the single track. They were only about 50 feet ahead - this was during my perky phase. A thick branch tripped me up. My foot went ahead of it, my back foot didn't lift far enough and caught the back end of it, slammed it into my lead foot and I went ass over tit, sliding into an imaginary base. I grunted loudly as you do when the air gets knocked out of you but the two ahead just carried on. Grrrrr. I picked myself up, wiped myself down and decided they had to pay and caught them shortly and didn't see them again! Needless to say they didn't get a well done, keep it up from me. HAAAAAAAAAA. Once I got out in the clear I looked at my knee and there was blood running down. How cool is that! Well, it was good enough for sympathy at one of the aid stations. Shock horror they wanted to rinse it off. Are you crazy I said? This is a battle scar I have to carry for the rest of the race. 

Of course this blog is in no particular order. I'm just reminiscing as I remember things. Another memory just came to mind. For the first time ever I had a call of nature during a race. I think a Huckleberry Hammer gel didn't agree with me (normally I have the raspberry flavor  and I had to go looking for an appropriate spot. This was about mile 22. I bushwhacked away from the main trail and of course at that particular time it was like bloody rush hour on the main trail and I'm having to drag myself through thorns and bushes to get away from anybody who might look over from two possible directions. Have you ever tried to, er, take care of business when your legs won't bend and you're having to direct your tackle so you don't piss in your shorts at the same time? I found it quite a challenge to do all this and not fall over since there were no big trees to lend a hand. Fortunately I had come prepared and had some tissues in my BUM bag. Hmmm, maybe that's where it got it's name. So there I am, making big efforts to be discrete and unfortunately I'm farting at about 100 decibels so I apologize if you happened to pass by me at that point and just have to tell you it was NOT a flock of geese! 

The most cruel section, but not the hardest, is by far Aid Station number 7 when you think you are finished your outward journey. You arrive there, stuff your face with all the goodies and then they tell you it's 'just a bit further' up the gravel road there. Fucks Sake! So off you go and the road goes on, and on, and on, and all the other runners coming back towards you all try to encourage you with 'you're almost at the turn-around'. I almost thumped the 5th one that said that when it was clear the damn turnaround was nowhere to be seen and it was obviously some malicious pleasure everybody was having at my expense being a newbie to Hali!

Well, that damn turnaround did finally arrive and I promised I wouldn't try to encourage anybody in the same manner upon my return. Ok, I did once and smirked after but I promise it was only the once!

Oh, hey, another cool moment - well to me anyway. I'm doing a slow shuffle on a gravel road on my way back, maybe at mile 42, when a guy running the opposite way looks over and slows and says, 'hey, are you that runningdude guy'? I say yes, and he says, I read your blogs! I say thanks and good luck and carry on but it really perked me up for awhile. So whoever you are, thanks for reading all my verbal diarrhea - actually some of it is OK. I even spell-check it on occasion. It was nice to meet you and I hope you had a good race. I see the blog 'counter' rise and know there are people out there but to meet someone in person that I never met before is cool.

I love reading other people's running blogs. I learn things from them - about a particular course, about training, about their lives and you get a feeling for some - what they might be like as a person. Most are really humble and it's really cool to get some insights into their races and experience their highs and lows. Sometimes I'll be like, hell yeah, I know exactly what they are talking about. Sometimes I'll burst out laughing when they are all serious and then they throw in some bizarre, hilarious story.

I only threw up once in this race and it was mostly dry heaves. I was walking allot on the return journey. I got to the turn around in 5 hours 27 minutes and I didn't get to the start/finish until 11 hours 57 minutes so the second half took an hour longer.

The weather throughout the race was pretty good. It stayed overcast throughout the day and there were occasional spatterings of rain but nothing serious. It did feel a bit muggy but that was probably more that you were wet and hot from running rather than it being unbearably muggy which it has been in a few races this year but September is perfect - hardly any mossies or black flies to worry about.

Now let's have a discussion about the course. If you ran this race you know what I'm talking about and if you didn't then maybe you'll be interested. The 20% road sections are all gravel, mostly very tightly packed so not allot of really mushy course gravel but hard-packed dirt. It was very runnable and I think there was only one real hill on the road which was on your way back to the start, going up and past the Normac loop. Maybe it wasn't steep but by 48 miles it felt it. Other than that it was all just pretty gently rolling and a good place to make up time if you were able.

The trail was pretty much all single track and it was hugely varied which was awesome. It beat the crap out of me and it's very hilly. All the big hills that you faced on the way out you faced on the way back in reverse and my personal feeling was that the return hills were worse - again, possibly because by that point I was exhausted. There were several long sections with tall grass which you had to be careful on because it hid rocks and at some points wet logs had been put down and there were sometimes gaps between them and sometimes it looked like parts were rotting so you had to be really careful about your footing because the grass and logs were wet. 

There were only two boggy sections but by being careful you were able to get around or over without getting a soaker but last year it would have been deep under water. There were of course sections with roots and rocks and some sections where you got into a rhythm and felt awesome, cutting through the woods, changing direction, feeling like you are a skier slaloming between the trees. Honestly I can't remember all of it but the 80% trail is extreme trail mixed in with nice moderate trail. The course is made up of about 6 different trails and they are all graded. 

This is NOT a course for beginner runners so I'll just give you that tip. If you are contemplating your first 100 miler then Sulphur Springs is a much more manageable looped course to do a 100 on. I'd say Hali is about 3x harder than SS because of the elevation changes and the toughness of the course. Similarly, Dirty Girls is easier than Hali but Dirty Girls is a great place to go for 100 miles. That's my two cents worth. If anybody has questions about any of the races just ask. I'd be happy to provide any insights if you are contemplating any of the races.

The race was extremely well managed and organised and I met some wonderful family members who were there supporting their son or daughter or father or mother. It was a great feeling at the start/finish and at the different aid stations where people were helpful and enthusiastic and I think many think we are a crazy bunch but they have allot of respect for us. I think that is cool. I like a challenge and a marathon certainly is but I never failed in a marathon and I think that's one reason I like ultras - being pushed to the limits of my strength and knowing that there is always a chance of failing.

I had one thing which frustrated me and it's the drop bag situation. It was my first true 100 mile race effort (rather than my 100 miles at DG which was a timed race). There were 7 aid stations and 7 places where runners could choose to have a drop bag. By placing your bag which was to be well labelled and left at the Boiler Room when you arrived, they transported it to the aid station requested. As you know I DNF'd in the 100 miler. When I finished 50 miles after 12 hours I let Helen know I was dropping, gave my bib number and informed her of my drop bag locations and asked how I could get them back. I was told that over the course of the evening drop bags would be brought back to the Boiler room as trips were made to the aid stations to drop off supplies or volunteers or whatever.  I gave her a big hug saying thank you for an amazing race and headed back to my tent. 

I was starting to shiver badly now that it was 6pm and my body was in a state of shock from the exertions and I took a towel and wet it and wiped all the sweat and dirt and blood off and got into some PJ bottoms and a shirt with sweatshirt over that and jumped into my tent and I was very uncomfortable for a long time. Before I slept/rested I consumed a big salad I'd prepared and had some water and 1/2 bar of chocolate. Then I tried to settle and get comfy but the legs were very unhappy with me but the feet were in great shape.

By 9pm I had decided I wanted to drive home. There was lots of noise from the family/friends who were waiting for runners to arrive up the road and I knew I was not going to get much sleep and felt after my 3 hour rest I could probably cope. I didn't want to face traffic jams the following day with weekend cottage owners coming back down Highway 11 and the 400. I hobbled up to the Boiler Room and saw some drop bags but neither of mine so I went to the start where there were about 9 of the volunteers and I asked one and I didn't get any real answer. It was annoying. I wanted to go and it seemed that nobody knew when the drop bags were coming back - it seemed to be the one thing that was not thought about. What about the 50 mile runners who used drop bags and were going to be leaving right away? Were they also supposed to wait until 12pm the following day to get their bags? What about the 100 mile DNF's? Again, did we have to wait until noon the following day?

I sat in the dark on a picnic bench beside the volunteers feeling very pissy. The volunteer said that Helen would take back the drop bags to her place in Toronto but I didn't want to have a 2.5 hour drive after the fact to collect drop bags and needed some of these items for other races and training runs.  As I sat there a lady came up and asked if there was any food going and was told there were all sorts of goodies there to help yourself. I didn't realize I was sitting so close to food! I asked if I could have some and if I needed a food ticket and she said they were taking them earlier but not now so I took a Styrofoam container and opened it and there was a corn on the cob, a jacket potato and a big chicken breast. It was cold by this point but damn I tucked in. I didn't realize how hungry I was. As I'm sitting there another runner joins me - he had come from Pennsylvania and had run the 50 miler I believe. I think his name was Mike so we had a good chat in the dark while we chowed down.

I decided I'd spend the night and collect my drop bags when I woke so I headed to bed, put on my iPod and fell asleep to music with the sound of night revelers and clapping as worn out runners came in to finish their 50 milers or turn around to do it again. 

Waking at around 7:30am I stumbled out of the tent and walked up to the Boiler Room and again, no bags for Alex. Aid station 6 bags were now there, but no sign of mine. I again went to ask one of the volunteers and the lady didn't know. I asked where Helen was and was told she was gone to get some more chairs for the volunteers and would be back shortly so I followed a guy into the Boiler Room and it was nice and warm and cozy. That is where I met Gord who was on his laptop compiling the times and results and I asked him how people were doing, etc. I spent about 45 minutes there, pet his lovely dog who was a real softy and then headed outside again where I saw Helen. I asked about the drop bags and said I wanted to get going. Again, it didn't appear there was any plan in place to get things back to runners so I have no idea how some drop bags were getting back and not others. Helen said she was taking the bags to her place if they were unclaimed but I said I don't get to Toronto often and she mentioned a friend in Welland which isn't too far from me. Being tired and wanting to go I said that would be great and I'd send an email. I know she had a zillion things on her mind probably so apologies but I think this is one aspect that needs to be addressed. 

Gords' dog - Chester or Chelsea or something. Real cutie - loved being pet

I ran into Steven Parke at the Boiler Room and a branch had caught him across the bridge of the nose and under his eye - ouch. But he came 5th overall in an amazing time and I congratulated him heartily. He's having an amazing year. I saw Gino de Carlo and congratulated him also. I think he came 4th and just as we were talking his girlfriend Karin was coming into the finish and he was standing  right on the finish line and gave her a huge hug and kiss. It was really touching. It's moments like that that I'll remember.

Off I headed once I got the drop bag news and began the long drive back home. My race didn't go as planned but even so I had an amazing experience and I'm really happy that I had a chance to do this course. I highly recommend it as a challenging but awesome course in some amazing Ontario natural beauty and I'll definitely be returning with a bit more experience and knowledge of what to expect.

Well, there is your race report. A long race so a long race report. Thank you for taking the time to visit. My next race is in three weeks - the 24 hour track race in Ottawa. I hope your running is going well and wish you the very best. I didn't get any race points or a medal but I had an amazing time and learned more about my strengths and weaknesses and had great pleasure sharing the race with all of the other runners.

Until next time, this is Alex (aka the therunningdude) signing off.