{"id":6,"date":"2009-07-26T12:15:09","date_gmt":"2009-07-26T19:15:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beultra.com\/wordpress\/?p=6"},"modified":"2009-09-01T21:36:57","modified_gmt":"2009-09-02T04:36:57","slug":"2009-hardrock-100","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beultra.com\/wordpress\/?p=6","title":{"rendered":"2009 Hardrock 100"},"content":{"rendered":"<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\n<tbody valign=\"top\">\n<tr>\n<td width=\"1%\" style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/4:<\/td>\n<td width=\"99%\">walking up 2 flight of stairs to room. out of breath, panting, hard. argh.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/5:<\/td>\n<td>trail marking w Olga @ Virginius. 4WD Drive to Gov Basin from Ouray (part of course) takes 50 minutes?!? Once on the pass, turns out to be fun though. No problems w\/ breathing here. Good? Getting worried about trail finding though. Why are there like a dozen people here who tried Barkley before? Are they all crazy?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/6:<\/td>\n<td>checking out Grant Swamp Pass. Still ok. Very pretty.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/7:<\/td>\n<td>checking out Porcupine-Cararact w\/ Julian. Legs feel sore and tired. Panting a lot. Worse than yesterday, shouldn&#8217;t I get used to this?\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/8-9:<\/td>\n<td>sore. tired. lots of panting up the stairs. Very close to panic.\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; \">7\/10-11:<\/td>\n<td>get up 3:30am<\/tr>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">0m:<\/td>\n<td>everyone is running. Why?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">2.3m:<\/td>\n<td>first stream crossing. No more dry feet for the next ~40 hrs<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">3m:<\/td>\n<td>Jamil, Kirk Apt overtake me. Wendell falls back, won&#8217;t see him again (Wendell considers Hardrock too easy and thus never acclimates to make it a little bit of a challenge &#8230;).<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">7m:<\/td>\n<td>first 3840 feet of climbing done, life is good. Run down with celebrity Diane<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">16.3m:<\/td>\n<td>another 3100 feet of climbing accomplished. This ain&#8217;t so bad. Coming to Pole Creek. Curious marmots wonder what this crazy huge family is doing out here. 2 magnificent elk. Field disperses, and I don&#8217;t see anyone ahead\/behind me for a while.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">25m:<\/td>\n<td>Olga said at race start she&#8217;d overtake me at mile 25. Not if I can help it. I keep wondering when she&#8217;ll show up.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">28.7m:<\/td>\n<td>Sherman! A marathon done, with ~9000ft of climb! Not bad, but barely a quarter done &#8211; in over 8 hours! I feel tired. This aid station has to be the best equipped one I&#8217;ve ever seen. Little &#8220;flower&#8221; arrangements with gels &amp; goodies on each table, my bag is unpacked and sorted on the table, someone taking my food orders from a long menu! Why leave here? I feel rushed, don&#8217;t eat enough, change socks.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">30m:<\/td>\n<td>on road going up to catch the trail to Handies Peak. I don&#8217;t feel terribly strong now. Raining.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">34m:<\/td>\n<td>Fredx finally overtakes me, with his usual ease. Those legs! He gives me some bogus &#8220;yeah you&#8217;re on 36 hour pace&#8221;. I noticed I didn&#8217;t eat enough early on. I am paying, slowing down. More people overtaking me.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">36m:<\/td>\n<td>The climb to Handies gets steeper and steeper. I can barely move, legs are empty, stopping and panting every few steps now. I start to feel sick &#8211; no headache though. Blake Wood+Billy Simpson overtake me, both will finish hours ahead of me.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">36.8m:<\/td>\n<td>I&#8217;m the highest I&#8217;ve ever been, first time &gt;14k. The views would be amazing if I didn&#8217;t feel so crappy. Blake taking pictures. How often do you meet a legend on a 14k summit? Surreal.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">39m:<\/td>\n<td>there is another damn climb? I sit down, try to eat, have to wretch. Blake long gone, as are many others. Just get to Grouse, where Chuck is waiting. Snail pace, even downhills are slow.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">42.1m:<\/td>\n<td>Grouse Gulch. only 14500ft of climb so far, still 20000 to go, and &gt;50m. I feel bad &#8211; done. Pondering quitting, but I am far too much ahead of the cutoff. In a regular hundred feeling like this, I&#8217;d have 10 miles with 1000 ft of climb to go. I try to remember similar exhaustion so early. Nope.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">47.2m:<\/td>\n<td>Engineer Pass. It just got dark. The road was easy enough, time passes quickly with good company, we overtook one runner (Chuck calls it trailkill?).<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">48m:<\/td>\n<td>I hear a yelp! Chuck stepped into a hole on a steep grassy cross country downhill. He overbends his knee, says something&#8217;s torn. I have a bandage, we apply it. Ouray will be then end for him, miles ahead, he can&#8217;t drop earlier. Julian overtakes us, I don&#8217;t recognize him.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">51m:<\/td>\n<td>Every step sounds like walking on broken china plates. Easy runnable downhill? I&#8217;m walking. Bear Creek trail scares the hell out of me. The river rushes very far below us, yet closeby. If the darkness makes this easier, I&#8217;ll wear diapers during the day. Even walking, I catch one foot behind my other, stumble, almost fall into the dark. Idiot!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">56.6m:<\/td>\n<td>Ouray. I catch up with Julian, who is taking time with a good refuel. His pacer stops here as well. We leave together, I only feel so-so. Still can&#8217;t eat enough. Chuck reassures me I&#8217;m on good pace, some number starting with a 3. I don&#8217;t even know if I can make it. He does some funky math, but really I know how fast I went in the beginning, and how much I slowed down. It just doesn&#8217;t seem to add up &#8230;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">59m:<\/td>\n<td>I don&#8217;t remember any of this! The road just goes on and on and on. I feel sick. Julian goes on, I stop to eat, try to get back some energy. We&#8217;re not even at the part yet that I remember from driving up here. What?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">64.5m:<\/td>\n<td>Governor Basin. Must. Eat. Julian leaves ahead of me. Every aid station now has a few exhausted ghosts wrapped in blankets sleeping or just vegetating.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">67m:<\/td>\n<td>Daylight. Virginius snowfields are frozen, much harder\/scarier to climb than before. Tent stakes help! The last pitch has a traverse or a straight rope up. Rope looks cooler, I take it. My god this is hard.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">67.7m:<\/td>\n<td>Got to be the craziest aid station ever @ 13000ft. The pass has only a few square feet of space. I get a hot chocolate.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">71.6m:<\/td>\n<td>Catch up with Roger Wrublik (or he catches up with me)? Good times. Steep downhill, but easy footing. He warns me of Oscar&#8217;s Pass. Hot. Long. Doesn&#8217;t look like anything on the elevation map?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">76m:<\/td>\n<td>Oscar&#8217;s pass ascent. It&#8217;s hot. It&#8217;s steep! It&#8217;s long!! Julian and I are walking together. Not talking much.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">77m:<\/td>\n<td>We&#8217;re not at the damn top yet? What? False summit. I want to scream.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">78m:<\/td>\n<td>We have to sit down. This is bullshit. Where&#8217;s the top? We&#8217;re totally spent. Hours of almost complete exhaustion, I am nearing a state of angry despair.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">79.2m:<\/td>\n<td>Oscars Pass. This was the hardest climb so far, even exceeding Handies. We go down a road &#8211; or so they call it. It&#8217;s a joke. I wouldn&#8217;t drive a jeep up something this steep and ridiculous if my life depended on it.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">80m:<\/td>\n<td>The snow field across the road is thankfully not very wide. Otherwise I&#8217;d soil myself. The drop-off looks deadly, the snow is slippery and hard. Wendell said this scares him the most. Now I know why.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">82.4m:<\/td>\n<td>Chapman. We hook up with Mark Heaphy, a ten-times veteran and super-nice guy. I look forward to Grant Swamp, the scramble, the lake view. Another runner later will see it and decide to quit. It looks frightening. But it&#8217;s doable. I think.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">85.3m:<\/td>\n<td>The climb was tough, now the final pitch to Grant Swamp Pass. Runners do switchbacks. Mark does, too &#8211; he&#8217;s smart. I&#8217;m not &#8211; I want to prove a point and do just one, then go straight up. Takes a lot of energy. Don&#8217;t look down. I make it. On the other side, after depositing my rock at the memorial, I start descending the initial pitch my butt. I&#8217;ve lost my downhill confidence? Damn.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">88m:<\/td>\n<td>On the Kamm Traverse. Julian and I did good downhill time. We think 41hrs is possible. KT is scary as I remember it, but thankfully, soon enough, it opens on a wider ledge. Someone at the aid station says he&#8217;ll try to go sub 40. Nah.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">89.6m:<\/td>\n<td>Julian is much stronger on the uphills. I am struggling. No energy. I tell him to go. He will be 30 minutes ahead of me at the finish.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">93m:<\/td>\n<td>My throat feels like I drank hot acid. I spit up crap. I gasp and wheeze. I am spent. I can barely move. Finally the ridge &#8211; downhill from here. Dan Curley moves up behind me, says he wants to break 40. Seems possible now &#8230; I overtake him back, stronger on the downhill. We run together, fast (not really, it just feels fast), start overtaking people. He has no flashlight, I give him my headlamp, I have a good handheld. It&#8217;s still light and will be until mile 97.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">94.9m:<\/td>\n<td>Putnam aid station. They say it&#8217;s 6 miles (should be 5.7?). 1h45m to go sub 40. No problem? Mark (who we overtook) says it&#8217;s very hard. He finished 10 times. Hmmm. Hurry. I only grab a cup of coke, and go. No food. Bad choice.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">96m:<\/td>\n<td>I run as hard as I can. The trail gets technical, opens up on a traverse of a very steep scree field high up. I&#8217;m scared. I walk very fast, run parts of it. In my mind: &#8220;you&#8217;re the biggest idiot to risk your life to try to get under 40&#8221;. I have no good answer for myself. I just keep pushing. I smack my foot against a rock, toenails will be gone. So what?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">98.3m:<\/td>\n<td>We&#8217;re finally at the crossing. Damn this thing is wide. John DeWalt has a bad fall later on here. The current is very strong, but not terribly high this year &#8211; just thigh deep. Still it wants to sweep you from your feet angrily. After crossing the freeway, another climb up to Nute Chute seems to go forever. I am spent like I&#8217;ve never been spent before. I feel faint, strangely ill. My heartbeat feels funny. We get onto the flat part and Dan says &#8220;We have to hurry. We should run&#8221;. I want to just lie down, but I run, slowly. It takes forever. Another scree field we traverse. Scary. I thought this was over?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">99.7m:<\/td>\n<td>The road to the shrine goes on and on. Dan gets worried about the time. We have 9 minutes left. I think he wants to run. If I run, I will die. I feel like fainting. All that keeps me going is that we&#8217;re close. But I know when I finish I won&#8217;t feel good for a long time. I&#8217;m not looking forward to it.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:right; font-style:italic\">100.5m:<\/td>\n<td>5 minutes to spare below 40hrs. Dan and I run in together &#8211; neither of us would have had the determination to go for sub-40 alone. Still, all I can think about is that if I don&#8217;t eat and drink I&#8217;ll end up in a hospital.\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>Julian, amazingly strong at the end, finished half an hour before me. Fredx has a great run, coming in at 37:30ish.<\/p>\n<p>This year the course conditions were among the best ever in this race.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> 7\/4: walking up 2 flight of stairs to room. out of breath, panting, hard. argh. 7\/5: trail marking w Olga @ Virginius. 4WD Drive to Gov Basin from Ouray (part of course) takes 50 minutes?!? Once on the pass, turns out to be fun though. No problems w\/ breathing here. Good? 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