Better late than never. Mission Accomplished. Finished the race under
12hrs, ranked in the top 15 and didn't get seriously injured. All in
all, I call this an outstanding success!
Kerrie, my father and I arrived at Willamette Pass about
halfway through the pre-race briefing. Luckily I didn’t miss too much and was
able to eat some spaghetti before everyone started retiring to their respective
campsite/car sites. Like us, lots of people opted to campout in their cars or in
tents off the side of the parking lot. I tossed and turned most of the night,
but became too excited when the turned on all the night skiing lights for the early
starters. After they banged the gong, I knew I would get much more sleep.
I finally decided to get up an hour later and prepared for
the day’s adventure. Kerrie and my dad were planning on meeting me at 4 places
and my mom and sister were going to meet me at Aid 8. They each had a pack filled with all sorts of
backup equipment, meds and food should something start falling apart.
Eventually the gong sounded and I was off. My plan for the
day was to try to hang out in the top 20 and then see if I could pick anyone
off towards the end. The race starts straight up a blue square ski run called Perseverance.
Enough said. I walked here and there and tried to take it easy. I was in the
top 10 till the top when some people really started pulling away. No
worries. It cool to look back and see
all the headlight bobbing up and down up the slope.
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| Ready, set, go! |
The run down hill on the skyline trail toward Gold Lake
trail went fine. I tried to stay light on my feet, but the trail was kind of
hard to see in the early morning light. Not light enough for no headlight, but
just light enough to see. Eventually I turned it off and felt my way to the
bottom. I was trying to stick to 2 gels and some blocks per hour in an effort
to keep the calories coming in. I knew this might be too much but I felt I
could manage it to the point that I could pull back if need be.
I went through Gold Lake aid without stopping and headed up
to the road to see Kerrie and my dad for the first time. I got re-supplied and
began the march up Fuji. I knew this climb was going to take a toll on me so I
opted to take it as easy as possible. I had done the climb about a month prior
after about 15 miles and it definitely worked me then. I ran what I could and
power hiked the rest. About halfway up I started feeling a little nauseous and
knew that I needed to back off the gels. Eventually I passed the aid station,
then saw the leader fly by me, then made it to the top. I was tired, but not to
a concerning level.
The stretch from the top of Fuji to the bottom would really
test my durability in regards to the pounding my quads and glutes would
experience. At the aid station, I still wasn’t feeling too great, but was able
to put down a bunch of watermelon, which would eventually become my favorite
food of the day. Eventually, I lost track of my place as I started to pass the
early starters. I was looking forward to Pothole Meadows as it would be
beautiful in the early morning light, and it meant I was almost done with the
descent.
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| Coming through Pothole Meadows |
By the time I reached the bottom and met up with Kerrie and
my dad my glutes were feeling pretty worked. The distance was just under a
marathon if I remember correctly, and it was at this point that I knew that I’d
be having a long day. My tummy still wasn’t agreeing with me, and I now had to
carry my hydration pack which I remember feeling very heavy. Low point number 1
of the day. I didn’t feel like running and the smallest inclines seemed tough.
From Aid 3 to Aid 4, I just trudged along. Talked to a few people and tried to
press on as much as I could considering most of this section was all gradual
uphill.
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| Photo thanks to Long Run Picture Co. |
At Aid 4, I regrouped
and refilled. Ate a bunch of watermelon as the volunteer forced more and more
watermelon into my hands. I was kind of hoping to see Kerrie or my dad, but in
the end, it just pushed me out quicker. I had ran this section before so I knew
what I was in store for and knew that it shouldn’t be too hard. I just jogged
along trying to ignore the fatigue in my hips and glutes.
Aid 5 at Charlton Lake
seemed like a circus when I got there. People everywhere, tents, booze,
cheering children. There were so many
different tables and people offering to help that I didn’t know where the real
aid station was. I kept looking for my dad or Kerrie and finally found them at
the end. I felt very flustered and was pretty tired. I fumbled with gels and couldn’t
really decide or remember what I needed. Luckily I had told Kerrie beforehand
what I would probably need. I ditched the pack and went with handhelds instead.
Leaving the aid station I started to feel confident because I passed a few
strong runners that werent doing too well.
I passed a buddy named Rob who appeared to be in bad shape. I wished him
the best of luck and told him things would get better. Unfortunately, I learned
at the finishe that he decided to drop. Sorry Rob!
Around this time I
caught back up to another buddy named Rick who I often run with in the
Trailfactor group out of portland. He had cruised by me earilier in the day so
I was surprised to catch up with him. We
motored along for while moving at a quick pace. I asked him about the upcoming
sections and noticed a change of shoes from earlier in the day. It was at this
point that he informed me that he was competing for the Wet Waldo award, where
the first person to jump in all 5 lakes and finish wins. He had jumped into
Charlton Lake, which explains why I caught up to him.
Around this time, I
started to get a few twinges of calf cramps. Not good. I didn’t have any
margarita clif bloks or any salt tabs because I didn’t have my pack. I drank a bunch
more nuun but didn’t want to overfill my stomach. Not 10 mins later, my prayers
were answered when I came across a little plastic baggy in the middle of the
trail filled with white capsules. Not sure if this was divine intervention or
Irish luck, but I was super surprised and happy to come across a baggy of
Electrolytes or S caps when I needed them most. Now I don’t know for sure if
they were salt tabs and I was a little hesitant about popping these pills into
my mouth, but considering how many were in the bag, I was pretty confident they
were some sort of salt pills, and not Race Cap Supremes or something. So
whoever dropped these, THANK YOU! Hopefully it didn’t ruin your day.
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| Keep on keeping on |
Coming into Aid 6 I was
very flustered and out of it. My dad and kerrie were there, as well as, another
friend Jason Leman. I wanted to get out really fast because there were a few
people right in front of me and a few behind me. I got refueled, but tried to
leave without my pack (bad idea). Luckily Kerrie reminded me that I told her to
make sure that I took it because it would be a long stretch before I refueled
or saw any other people. I took off out of the aid station intent on catching
the few people right in front of me. I just cranked up the iPod shuffle and
went to work. This would be a hard stretch with another good, steady climb. I
passed a group of people, but was on my own for the most part. At this time, I
started worrying about people catching me and trying to maintain my place. Not
sure what I was in terms of place, but I thought I was in the top 15 at least.
I crested the Fuji
saddle and took my second pee of the day. Not a good sign, but the color wasn’t
that dark so I was too alarmed. Just needed to stay on top of fluid for awhile.
The descent down into Aid 7 definitely took its toll on me. I was pretty beat
up when I came into the aid station. They told me what place I was in. I think
13 or 14. Cant really remember. Didn’t talk much with Kerrie or my dad as I was
pretty worked mentally as well as physically. One good-bye kiss and I was on my
way. See ya at the finished I yelled. Little did I know that I’d only see one
of them at the finish…
Time to go climb Maiden Peak.
Just need to find Aid 8 and meet up with my mom and sister. At the time, I didn’t
know if they’d actually make it because they were leaving portland later because
they had to drop off my other sister to go to training camp at Carrol College.
During this stretch, I ran into Amy Sproston who was out volunterring for the
day. She pointed me in the right direction and I was off. However, I zoned out
for a while before I realize that I hadn’t seen a ribbon marker in a while. I
passed a bunch of backpackers, but still no ribbon. I stopped to see if any
runners were coming behind me. Nope. Shit. Did I take a wrong turn? No way! But
where is everyone? Damn, time to back track. I ran a few hundred yards before
seeing another runner who assured me we were on track. This delay was a big
letdown for me, but I just cranked up the tunes and kept going.
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| Coming into Aid 8 |
Eventually I stumbled
into Aid 8 with the other runner. My mom and sister were there yelling great
job Bryan, etc. The other runner, also named Bryan, was so surprised that everyone
was rooting for him. We laughed and refueled. I probably spent the longest time
in this station. Eating and drinking and talking with Lauren and my mom. Maybe 5
mins or so before starting the ardous 3mile, 3,000ft climb up Maiden Peak at
mile 50. At first, it wasn’t so bad. I kept up with Bryan 2, a multi time
finisher at Waldo. But eventually he pulled away. Farther and farther ahead. My
jog became a power hike, then hike, the crawl. The incline was insane. I felt
like runners would catch me in no time. The climb when on forever. Steeper and
steeper.
After an eternity, I
popped out at the saddle and a volunteer took my number and ushered me up the
final pitch to the summit. The trail became a talus field of sharp rock. "How do they expect me to run down this," I thought?
Ah the summit of Maiden Peak! 8,000ft. 53.3 miles! Wahoo! The volunteer at the top walks over to me and says, "You don't look good man!" "When was the last time you peed?" "Did it look like coffee?" "You're very pale." "Whoa dude, quit psyching me out," I thought. I told him it'd been a little while, but no it wasn't dark. He told me to see the medic at the bottom if I could make it to the end! I collected myself and started down the mountain. "Do you know what bib number you are," he yelled out. "89," I yelled back! "Good just wanted to make sure you are still mentally with it!" I know he was looking out for my best interest, but he really freaked me out!
Well that psyche out combine with the 4 or 5 runners I passed on the way back down to the saddle really took it out of me. My quad were dead, my glutes were shot and my hips hurt a bad one. Was a really falling apart? Am I going to run myself right into the hospital? Don't think about it. Drink some water and keep going.
The section right after the saddle is called Leap of Faith. It can't really be called a trail. It's super rugged, hard to follow and incredibly steep. Remind you that my downhill muscles were basically shot at this point. Felt like anything would just give out at any moment. I basically stumbled downhill as fast as I could because I had people right on my tail. This motivated me and scared me.
I got to Aid 8 barely in one piece. I vest was taken from me and refueled. Watermelon stuffed in my mouth and gels crammed into pockets. A waterfall of sponges rained over me and my iPod. My vest found its way back to me and was re-attached. I dont think I stopped moving while all of this was happening. It was as if I had my own pit crew waiting for me at the aid station. It was incredible! Thanks again to all the volunteers!!
Just as I left another runner came bounding into the station and it was long before he passed me. Shit! Here it comes. Waves of runner were about to pass me I thought. I struggled up the uphills and fell haphazardly down the downhills. Where the hell are Rosary Lake? How has anyone not passed me yet? My grandma walks faster than this! Yay a lake! Wait where's the other one? Shit wrong lake, its Maiden Lake. Keep moving damn it!
About this time, the calf cramps finally caught up with me, and I was forced into a routine of jog and bit then stretch on a tree. Repeat and repeat to the finish. Still no one has caught me. I can run through cramps. It will just hurt. Wrong. Doesn't work like that. Let's see. How can I run without using my calves...? Ah run like Forrest Gump with leg braces! This seems to work.
Finally Rosary Lakes! Wow were they pretty. Wish I could have stayed longer and just hung out with all the campers. Okay only a few miles left. Need to get to the highway. I turned off my music so I could strain my ears for. Finally, I heard the rush of semi-trucks barreling down Hwy 58. Wahoo I'm done. Finish is right around this corner. Or this corner. Or this corner. Shit where is it? Oh okay I see buildings. Now a ski lift. I'm almost there. Ah there it is! I see the finish! Boom calf cramp! Damn I don't want to limp into the finish! 50 yards from the finish. Maybe I'll just dip behind this tree and stretch real quick. Shit they've spotted me. Cant stop now. Dont limp. Dont limp. Ah success! Waldo 100k finisher. Under 12hrs and top 15!
I shook hands with Craig, told him that he has a wonderful race and picked out my visor. I hugged Kerrie and my sister Lauren and sat down.
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| Worked, but owner of a new visor! |
Ah success! Wait, where's mom and dad? "Oh they're at the hospital in Eugene," says Lauren. "What!?!" I was informed that earlier in the day my dad had gotten stung by a bee in the calf. Hours later after they sent me on my way after Aid 7, my dad became very lightheaded and his lips and throat began to swell up. Mind you they were 3 miles out from the trailhead. Kerrie started down trail to get help and miraculously ran into a volunteer medic just around the corner. She gave my dad some Benadryl and began walking down the trail. By the time he got to the trailhead, he was in worse shape. Popped more Benadryl. Kerrie called my mom and Lauren and they began running down the trail. The proceeding events involved vomiting, dizzyness, IVs, a high speed forest road races, police cars, and ambulances. In the end, he had just had a very bad allergic reaction and was fine. But it definitely added a lot of adrenaline to the day. And this all happened right after I left Aid 8.
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| Recovery in Sunriver |
