Saturday, September 19, 2009

He's Got the Power

Kevin Grabowski coming into to his 3rd place finish.

Add a 2 in front of the 8 on that race clock

Monday, September 14, 2009

Superior Sawtooth 100 report

You might be an ultra runner if.....

You go an extra 12 miles in a race just to prove to everybody you can't go anymore.

I was done at 50, but nobody believed me. Cry me a river. They made me go to mile 58, a new crew access aid station. (code for - can't drop here).

I rolled into 50 saying "I have nothing to prove, I don't need to be out here anymore". I was just wanting to go home and crawl in bed.

Bill Pomerenke, my crew, had to put up with my crap for a while. Thanks Bill.

Saturday, sitting at the finish area, I was with Brad Birkholz and I said to someone "I knew I was done at 50". This person asked "How did you know?". Both Brad and said "YOU JUST KNOW".

This was not a funk. My stomach had gone south and that caused a chain reaction of everything else falling apart.

But the long and short of it is.... I am cool with it. To finish would have meant spending a lot time at aid stations as well as tearing my body to pieces. I did that last year, had no desire to do that this year. I was out there to do something different. I am glad I tried. It made the event a different feel and experience than last year.


The journey to the start line

Being on the road for work created more of a challenge than I expected. I sat in the Houston Airport looking at my flight get delayed 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 1/2 hour. I kept doing the math. This will be a short night of sleep.

Bill met me at my house at 8:15pm and we left around 8:30. We arrived at Gooseberry (hotel) around 11:30, and head hit the pillow at midnight. At least I can sleep in until 6:30. I woke up at 4:50.

Combined previous 2 night sleep around 11 hours. Both a result of me just waking up around 5am, my usual time. Not good.


The Start

I see Daryl Saari right off the bat as he holds up a newspaper with the headline "400lb bear killed at Finland" (Finland is the half way mark. Someone asked if that made me nervouse. My response "Not really. I don't plan on being the slowest runner out there, so I should be okay".

Larry gave one of his priceless speaches. Included in the speech was "In the extreme case you have to drop, notify a ham radio operator". I chimed in and said "Don't you mean the likely case?"


The First Few Legs

Adam Harmer and I decided we would run the first 50 together, but running our own races. We were cool if one of us had to back off or pull ahead. A group of us went out in a pack right at the start, and by the time we hit the bridge, Angus Repper started to pull away.

Angus looked back at us with an expression saying "Is anybody coming with me". I was a smartass and said "Go ahead, have fun!". I turned to everybody else and said "That guy is doomed, you can't do that pace out here". Turns out he showed us how it was done by winning the race.

Kevin Grabowski, Wouter (The Belgium Guy), and Chris Hanson took off together. It was at that point that I put my money on Hanson. I have seen him run this course, and he is patient, calm, and does not get caught up doing stupid stuff (like the rest of us). I think I even said that we would catch Kevin becuase it looked like they were going "guns a blazing". Kevin ended up bring the heat and kicked some serious ass. It must have been his cool looking shorts.

We soon grouped a pack together consisting of Adam, Sean Faulk, and the guy from Mexico. I deduced that the english equivalent to his name was "Bill". I made a trade with Sean - a few S caps for a week long stay at his cabin in Finland. Remember that Sean? You must have been out of it, because you basically said I can go there anytime I want :)

Soon the pack grew, and we had Bryce Carlson (Georgia), Jason Boon, Ryan Flynn, Scott Meyers, and at least 1 or 2 others. I had a suspicion Boon was waiting to turn on the heat. He had an amazing Afton 50K and Voyageur 50 Mile.

At that point I said "26 hours will win this race". A few said that the runners ahead were trying to break 24. I knew from experience that you have to be a top dog bad ass to do that, and only four guys have done that. None of us out there were at that level. Around that time Adam said "statistically speaking, half of us won't make it there". As far as I know, Bryce was the only one in that pack to end up finishing.


Things get tough

We knew it was a warm and humid day. In hindsight, we were in denial. At least I was. I kept pretneding it was not as humid as it was. I kept expecting Lake Superior to bless us with her cool breezes. No such luck.

Leaving the Beaver Bay aid station was the first of the mountain climbs in the exposed sun. At this point, you are climbing a couple of hundred feet at a time, but there was not shade.

By this time, we had already backed off. I was flipping my pace chart to reflect longer and longer times. I thought we were adjusting correctly.

Adam and Sean had to listen to me freak out about how we were approaching where I was attacked by bees last year. They were not there, but there were old honeycombs and dead hornet nests all over that section. I was PHREAKED.

When we rolled into Silver Bay, we were hot. Sean said he was going to back off and cool off. I still felt fine, but was hot.

The next section of climbs were BRUTAL. All sun. No breeze. Adam kept cursing. I periodically stopped on the climbs to get my heart rate down. I was starting to chaffe bad. We backed off more.

I kept saying if we could just manage this heat until 4pm, we should be in good shape. I adjusted the strategy to keep a lid on the heat problem, thinking we could recover and make up ground once the sun goes down. I knew there were plenty of runable sections at night.

We rolled in to Tettegouche a bit beat up. I had run dry on fluids, and was raw from chaffing. There are some rumors out there about what I did at that point, but they are just rumors.

You might be an ultra runner if.....

Let's just say I am going to have to pay off a few people to delete pictures.

We left Tett, and I felt a ton better. I felt so good, that I made Adam work for it. But that section from Tett to cty rd. 6 is hard. Very hard. The hills keep coming. I had forgotten how hard this section was.

The fequency of the hills did not allow my heart rate to recover. My average HR was skyrocketing over a half hour period. I should have stopped and taken breaks at the top of climbs.

Close to Cty rd 6, we passed Wouter (The Belgium Guy). Turns out, he had run Cascade Crest 100 two weeks prior AND he rode his bike here this week from Grand Forks (almost 200 miles per day). This must be Pierre's brother lost at birth.

We made it to 6. I tried to put on a strong face, but was not thinking straight. I knew I would need lights in this section, but we couldn't find them. Oops. Bill gave me his headlamp (which I left on the chair) and my crappy little hand held.

I think I could have had better illumination with moon shining off my white butt than that little hand held. I kicked every root and rock in that last mile before 50.

Somewhere between 42 and 50, I lost it. I was already sleepy tired (I have not had that happen so early). My stomach was so upset, I was starting to dry heave. When I did, my whole mid section cramped up. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't eat or drink anymore. I was too sick.


50 and on

I rolled into 50 announcing I was done. I knew I was past the point of no return, but everybody thought I was just at a low point.

I sat there whining and complaining, shaking from being cold (it was still warm out), and just a sack of crap.

After what seemed like an eternity, and everybody trying to kick me out, the Belgium Guy gets in my face and says "You are coming with me". I said "Are you walking?" He assured me we were. I followed.

His walk is BLAZING FAST.

At that point, 1/4 mile out, I realized ..... there is no crew access at the next aid station. THEY WON'T LET ME DROP THERE. I started to strategize how I will get to the station after that without running.

The Belgium Guy dropped me like a trappist ale yeast just finishing primary fermentation (that one is for you, Quick), and I was alone in the infamous "Sonju roots". Quite honestly, they are not that bad. I did bash my toes up, though.

I eventually arrived at Sonju Lake, mile 58 aid station. Larry, the race director, was there. I felt like my parents had caught me skipping schoold. I kept saying I was done, and Larry just laughed. Bill Gengler was there, trying to get me back on race. I kept thinkg "you of all people should understand". Problem is, he did understand. He didn't want to hear my whinning.

I don't know how long I stayed there, but after a bowl of vegetarian beef broth (yes, you heard that right), I figured I had to go.

Larry said "It's only 4.1 miles, you can do that in a half hour". Sweet. I was off.

WAIT A SECOND! Thats 7:30 mile splits!

It took me 1.5 hours.


The walk of shame

Walking into Crosby, mile 62, John Storkamp and Kevin Martin were leaving in their truck to help out other stations. John said I couldn't be a wuss like Adam and drop here, but I couldn't do it anymore. I said I was done 12 miles ago.

I had not eaten or consumed water between the last 2 stations. I could not without heaving.

Doug and Maria Barton welcomed me, but I said emphatically "I AM DONE".

Bill tried to get me to reconsider, but it was not use. I also said "There is NO WAY" I am going into the Manitou gorge in this shape.

Ring the bell. Stick a fork in me. I am Done!


And that was that

I feel guilty for wasting people's time helping me, crewing for me, cheering me on, all to DNF. I greatly appreciate all of the support.

Bill did his job. I went for it. It was not my day to go for it like I did.

But, I enjoyed the race. Staying in the race would have done more damage than it was worth. I actually feel pretty darn good today. I can even run up and down stairs.

There is more to post about what everybody else did, but I will do that separately as this one is already too long.

Congrats to

Chris Hanson for brining home a strong 2nd place
Kevin Grabowski for a strong 3rd (caught it on tape)
Zach Pierce - stayed in the game and got his jacket
John Stuart - First hundo!
Daryl Saari - Last gnarly bandit standing!
Lynn Saari? (not sure if she finished or not)

and all of the others who gave their time and effort to make it a great race.

Thanks again to Bill P. for putting up with my crap.

More to follow later

Saturday, September 12, 2009

DNF at Superior


You read that right. DNF at mile 62. I would have dropped at 50, but my crew and the entire aid station would not let me.

No crew access at mile 58, so they didn't let me drop there either.

Bottom line, it was warm and humid. I thought we backed off enough and did plenty of walking, but exposed mountain climbs did a number on me, and many other.

I got sick to my stomach and started dy heaving. NOTHING tasted good. I got to the point I couldn't even drink water without dry heaving.

Report to come in the up coming week.

I am not really down or depressed, just a little disappointed. It was just too hot for me, and this course provides only a slim margin of error.

It is toasty again today (Saturday). The other 2 races will be challenging for the field due to weather.

Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Signing off until the race

New Orleans was (is) interesting. Just walked down Bourbon Street and did not realize it is such a sleazy street. Looks much neater in the movies.

It is a tough thing to explain that I need to go home to sleep because I am running this weekend.

But... from here on out my crew, Bill, will be tweeting the race at

Matthew Patten @ kettlefans

click on #straces to see any updates from other runners. We have a few.

Thanks for all of the support and people who care. It is a great race.

I am praying for no bees. It looks like it could be warmer than expected.

See you at Lutsen.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

How do you get fired up for a race?

This video is one way.

Can you the correlation to running?

The sad thing is, I once heard a speech similar to this in a sales meeting early in my career. Needless to say, I quit that job shortly after.

YouTube - Glengarry Glen Ross speech

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The goofy things you do before a race

Everybody has them. I am not sure I do goofy things, it just consumes me from here on out.

At least next week I will have the complete distraction of work to take my mind off the impending doom and pain.

I put together a nice mini pacing flip chart I can stick in my pocket. I will be nice to know what pace I am not, including the fade factor. I am sure others will be envious.

I think I am going to invest in a second headlamp tomorrow. I think using one around the waist plus the head is the way to go. This way I can periodically turn the head one on and off to force my eyes to change and assimilate.

I have the food pretty much figured out. I have the fluid pretty much figured out. Not it's time to hit the wait room.

WAIT.... W A I T

8 mile run tomorrow, then a six and a 5.

Looks like the twittering thing will happen.

Scott suggested putting a "#straces" after each tweet. If any of you follow it, and click on #straces, you can see all of the tweets of others who have tagged the same race.

Who knows how many will join in. Probably none. We might be starting a trend (I guess it has already started with other races.

Less than 8 days......