Monday, September 1, 2014

Evansdale to Robins FKT: The Execution

This is a run I have been wanting to do for a few years. It would be an estimated 50 mile route from Evansdale Iowa to Robins Iowa along the Cedar Valley nature trail. This is a rails to trails route so would be a mixture of pavement,gravel, and dirt with no more than a 2% grade. Easy huh? It would turn out to be more challenging than expected.

Woke up about 3 am to get in the car and take the ride north to my parents house. My friend JD had decided to accompany me on this adventure and it was probably good he did as attempting this solo in hindsight would have been a dangerous idea. Anyway we chewed down a a PBJ and made my way to the parents house. dropped off my car and my Mother gave us a ride the 60 miles north to the trail head. We arrived about 0500 and took off about 0515. At start time it was dark,foggy and cool, perfect running weather. The first 12 miles of the trail was paved so we ran easy but still managed a 10:30 per mile pace. We were both using Salomon S-lab 12 vests and I was wearing my new Hoka Cliftons. We talked and concentrated on the little tunnels of light our headlamps made. After about an hour the sun came up and the headlights got stashed. This was to be an unsupported effort so we were carrying all our nutrition and supplies in our vests. We were still well hydrated at this point so when we stopped to use the woodline we also walked a bit. So these natural breaks worked well in this first section.

The first small town we hit was Laporte City where we stopped at a small city park to use the restroom and fill up with water. This would be the pattern for the rest of the day. I estimated the next town was about 6 miles based on the map I had printed out. The map wasn't very detailed though and it also was starting to get wet from all my sweat. You forget the small things after not running an ultra for awhile,small things like putting your map in a plastic bag! We headed down the trail. Shortly after Laporte the trail changed to dirt. This was my favorite section as it was shaded and secluded almost like a trail run in the woods. This even though we were essentially running through cornfields and pasture. The trees along the trail blocked the sun and our view of the open country. Eventually we hit the next town of Brandon (Home of the worlds largest frying pan). Once again we filled up with water at a small park and rearranged some nutrition.

Taking off the trail started opening up. Shade got less and less and the sun got hotter and hotter. Now we were in open country. We were still running at about an 11:00-11:30 pace but the sun was taking its toll. We saw more more people as the trail started south and the day was getting farther along. We or I specifically estimated this section would be another 6 miles. I was wrong as it turned out to be a little over 10 miles. We were totally out of water when we hit the town of Urbana. We tried to stop at. City Hall but no luck getting any there. Luckily there was another park alittle bit down the trail and we spent probably 30 minutes filling up on water and cooling down. Onward to the next town.

Humidity and heat dominated the next section. We actually started employing a run/walk strategy at this point. Due to the unvarying terrain our feet,knees,and hips were taking a pounding on the fairly hard packed trail. Walking helped relieve some of that pain. I had some hip,calf, and knee pain that was migrating around randomly. JD mentioned some pain in his hip flexors. Eventually we arrived at Center Point. We were about 10 miles from our destination but this would be the beginning of the end. We refilled up with water at an old railroad depot building and JD mentioned he was concerned because he hadn't urinated in quite awhile. Once we headed off we were pretty stiff. We continued the walk/ run strategy but the running was getting slower and shorter in duration. I was having some good aches and pains and JD was experiencing foot cramps. But we pushed on. 

Approximately mile 41 the trail turned to blacktop. The heat radiating off this surface was brutal. Shortly after that JD, although running well, actually stronger than I was at this point, mentioned he was feeling nauseous,tingly, and his vision was blurring. This was not good as he started experiencing a significant bonk which could have been heat related or due to the lack of nutrition in the last few miles. We had basically run out of supplies between Urbana and Center Point and were running on fumes. We walked for about a mile to the next road/trail intersection and called for exfil. If this was a race potentially we could have rested at an aid station and continued the last 8 miles. However we had no aid station,no supplies and limited water. It was the smart thing to call it a day. We finished 42 miles in 9:45 hours. We also accomplished what I had intended. Bottom line I wanted to test my limits and push the boundary. We did that and it will be a great memory.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Evansdale to B Team FKT: The plan

I have been talking about running this route for a few years now. There is a crushed gravel/paved rails to trails route from Evansdale Iowa all the way to Iowa City Iowa if you can navigate it. It goes by several names as different trails and urban routes hook up. I have run sections of this trail, some many many times but i have never strung them all together. This weekend in honor of my 51st birthday I am going to attempt a Fastest known Time (FKT) on the Cedar Valley trail portion. It will be unsupported except what i carry and buy along the way. It should be a hoot. I will report back

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Freedom 5K and Mines of Spain Trail Half Marathon

Did a few races last week. A 5K in E Moline ILL and a Half Marathon in Dubuque IA. great TeamRWB turnout

The 5K was great ran with our QC field team leader and Veterans OutreachDirector. Also my Wife tagged along. Grahm was pushing his daughter in a stroller and I carried Old Glory. 

The Mines of Spain  half Marathon was tough and hilly as always. Great race as well. I ran with a fellow RWBer Denise for almost 7 of the 13.1 miles. 

Here's to more RWB fellowship!!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Banya

I entered this story in a Veteran's writing contest at the University of Iowa. I received a polite rejection letter. Good thing I have my own blog. Enjoy!!

The moon was playing peek a boo behind the mountains surrounding the former Soviet military base in Bakhmal Uzbekisatn. I could hear the wind blowing through the pine trees surrounding the small brick building that housed the based sauna or banya. I watched as several of my teammates wrestled their Uzbeki counterparts in the snow that had drifted between the trees.
In November 2001 I was the Team Sergeant on a Special Forces “A Team” in 10th Special Forces Group. We had deployed shortly after the attacks of  9/11/2001 to the country of Uzbekistan to provide counter terrorism and humanitarian training to Uzbeki special operations forces or Spetznatz. We had been required to utilize a series of civilian flights as the War in Afghanistan had just begun as had priority of all military flights to the region. Our operation was a sideshow to the main effort.
Back at home base we had packed all the gear needed for a six month deployment in boxes weighing less than 75 pounds so we could meet the airline weight restrictions. We looked more like a bunch of college kids heading on spring break than a elite military unit deploying on a real world mission. Except for the crates of weapons and all the camouflage. The flight from Ft. Carson, Colorado to Tashkent,Uzbekistan took almost 24 hours . This did not include the 6 hour layover in Paris where I hired a cab and did a quick sightseeing tour of Notre Dame cathedral and the Champs Elysees. I managed to drink some coffee at a café within sight of the Arc de Triomphe, very bohemian.
Once we landed in Tashkent we cleared customs and hooked up with our liaison at the US Embassy. We procured some SUV’s and interpreters and took a 200 kilometer road trip through bandit country, eventually arriving at the military base in the Bahkmal region. Bahkmal was mountainous and primitive. To get to the front gate of the base you had to ford a wide stream that had no bridge. Our barracks had cots and cold running water. Our medic hooked us up a shower utilizing a bucket and hose. The heat was steam and would go off frequently. Power interruptions were common. The snow was deep as winter came early in the mountains.
We spent our days training the Spetznaz soldiers in marksmanship, close quarters battle, land navigation, patrolling techniques, and human rights policies. In the evenings we busied ourselves with more training or leisure activities like writing letters or reading.
One evening, after we had been in country a month or so, our counter parts invited us to go to the Banya or traditional Russian sauna. We jumped at the opportunity to experience this tradition. Not only would it cement our relationship with the Uzbeks it would let us experience our first hot water in a month. It was on like Donkey Kong!!
After training was over for the day and we had eaten our fill of the mystery meat served by the mess hall, one of the Uzbek platoon leaders came by and gathered us up for the trip to the banya. We grabbed our towels and wearing flip flops and running shorts we followed the LT down the snowy dirt road to a small brown brick building. There was no sign of its purpose other than a sheet metal stack coming out of the roof.
When he opened the door we could hear the Uzbek soldiers conversing in Russian and Uzbek as they lounged on plastic patio chairs in the combination dressing room and lounge area. Our hosts had smuggled in some beers and were busy inspecting the contents as they waited for our arrival. My teammates soon joined them as I explored the banya.
The banya consisted of three rooms. The aforementioned lounge and dressing area, the sauna, and a small pool that was about 10 feet long, 8 feet wide and 8 feet deep. Our host told us that after sitting in the sauna it was healthful to jump in the pool. Eventually we piled into the sauna. Once we entered and sat on the hot wooden benches the doors was closed. A small brazier with hot coals and rocks sat in the corner producing a heat so hot and dry it took your breath away. Sweat instantly poured from my body in great rivelets falling to the floor as it dripped off my elbows and any other right angles my body had produced.
I am not sure how long I sat in the sauna but it seemed like a long time. Once I could stand no more I went to the next room and jumped in to the pool. That is when I discovered that the water was ice cold. My lungs spasmed and I swallowed some water until I got my bearings and calmed myself. The opposites of hot and cold were supposed to have a healthful and therapeutic effect on the body. I repeated this cycle 3 or 4 times until I decided to take a break and step outside.
It was when I stepped outside that I discovered the wrestling match going on amongst the trees. Several of my teammates had been convinced by our counterparts to experience the banya in the traditional way. This involved running from the sauna and diving into the knee deep snow. Eventually this activity combined with the beers devolved into wrestling. I stood by the building enjoying the evening, gazing up into the mountains and thinking about my family half a world away.
We would leave Uzbekistan within a month, in six months we would be in Kosovo, in eighteen months I would be infiltrating behind the lines in Iraqi Kurdistan. But that was in the unknown future, at that time and in that place I was living for the moment.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

James Janos is a POS

So James aka Jesse Ventura just won 1.8 million dollars in his defamation suit against the estate of well known "American Sniper" Chris Kyle.  James claimed that Kyle damaged his reputation in his book. Sorry jackass you did that yourself. From being a feather boa wearing professional wrestler to a wing nut governor from the same state that elected Al Franken to Congress you did that yourself. From claiming to be a Navy Seal when you were actually at UDT ( not the same thing and you know it) you did it yourself. Hosting a show on conspiracy theories you did it yourself. But ultimately sueing the widow of an dead American hero because he hurt your feelings you really did it yourself. You are the Jane Fonda of my generation. PIECE OF SHIT.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Blackhills 100- My Second DNF

Not much to say about this race. We drove to South Dakota and got to have a very nice family vacation. The race not so much. Hope will not get you through a 100 mile race. I went in to this race under trained due to injury and still injured. It caught up to me. The course had over 18,000 feet of elevation change from 3500-6000 feet MSL. Due to torrential rains the course was covered in thick slippery mud. I slipped down a mountain at mile 25 and reinjured my Achilles. That was the end of my race. I walked 4 miles to the next aid station and dropped at mile 29. I did get some great pictures though.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

It's been a decade

10 years ago today I left the gate at Fort Carson Colorado and drove back to the state of my birth. It's been 10 years since I have worn the uniform of the United States. Somewhere a private that entered service on the day I left is a SFC leading troops in combat. Memories are fading and places and times are slowly blending together. I liberate the oppressed in different ways now. I try to help those oppressed by disease,injury, or their inability to connect with civilian life. It's been a long time and seems like yesterday. I will always be connected to my brothers, the warriors that came before me, my peers, and those that followed. Best job I will ever have.
De Oppressor Liber

Monday, May 26, 2014

Booneville Backroads 100K

The Booneville 100K was my last long race prior to my 100 mile attempt in South Dakota next month. I picked this race over a few others I have done in the past due to its proximity to home ( only 2 hours) and the fact that it was my first official 100K. I have run farther and I have run shorter but I have never officially run a 100K (62Mile) race before.

I left work a little early Friday for the race. This was necessary because most races have developed an irritating habit of limiting packet pickup to the day prior and none on the day of the race. I understand why but it causes extra expense for most of us. To try and defray some of that expense I decided to sleep in my Jeep on Friday night and possibly after the race. Any way I drove the 2 hours to packet pickup which was in Des Moines and grabbed my swag bag. I also left my lone drop bag and hung out for a soda/beer with fellow Team RWB teammate Larry Kelly. About 1900 I headed to Booneville, grabbed a pizza at the local bar and bedded down at the start line for the night. I also talked to a Marine vet who was running the 100K and encouraged him to join the Omaha Chapter of Team RWB.

So after a fairly comfortable night I woke up the next morning and drove my car down the road 100 meters to the designated parking spot. I met up with some fellow RWB'ers Tim Smith and Larry Kelly and then we made our way right back to the start on the officially sanctioned shuttle van. Thre were 30 people preregistered for the 100K but only 22 started the race. The 100K was starting an hour earlier than the 50K and the 50K relay, so we started bright an early at 0600. After short speech and a group photo we were off.

Mile 1-20

The temperature was cool at the start and with such a small group everyone chitchatted and kept an easy pace. Tim and I are about the same age and although lately he has been kicking my butt we generally are about the same ability level. I decided to hang with him in sight as I started getting my ultra legs moving. I was a little concerned about my Achilles injury because it still does not feel 100% healed. This course was advertised as 85% gravel road, 10% Level B road and 5% pavement. I am not sure on the actual percentages but running on gravel roads is a lot like running on pavement but add dust and small rocks. I was wearing gaitors to keep the dust and rocks out and it worked pretty good throughout the race. As is my usual modus operandi I was well hydrated. Tim and I would seesaw back and forth but he slowly opened about a 4 minute gap on me as I stopped to pee every 5 minutes. The hills also started from the get go in this section and you definitely had to keep your eye on the prize as those gravel roads stretched out for as far as your eye could see. Water was sparse in the first 20 miles and I had to rely on the aid stations at mile 10 and 23 to fill the blivet in my vest. You could definitely tell this race was put on my bike riders. Aid stations were a little too far apart for runners, traditionally they are about 7-10 miles apart and these were 10-12. They biggest thing though was the nutrition. Ultra runners come to expect certain things at an aid station. Real food, a helping hand filling up water etc.. The aid station volunteers were great but generally there was only one and all they had was Gatorade,Water and GU. Essentially I would run this entire race without real food until close to the end. This does effect your stamina. Especially if like me you have intentionally tried to avoid processed things like GU gels. I also wasted a lot of time at aid stations filling up my water. Just some constructive criticism. My half marathon time was approximately 2:20.

Mile 20-40

More of the same, it was during this section that the flats were hurting my feet.I  employed a run 3 electrical poles and walk one strategy on these sections. I actually looked forward to the hills as it gave me a chance to walk up hill and give my feet some relief. My right calf also started to have minor cramping. This is probably due to a gait imbalance I have developed due to my Achilles issues. I would have to stop during the remainder of the race and massage it occasionally to get the knot out. I reached the marathon distance in 5:20. I stopped at the 30 mile check point to change socks out of my drop bag. This was the last place I would see Tim. He had opened up about a 10 minute lead and was leaving as I was arriving to the aid station. We said hi and he was off as I rummaged through my bag. All of us racers were pretty spread out at this point. I was told that there were 2 people behind me which means some had dropped. I would not see another racer for the rest of the race. It was after mile 30 that my race went south for a while. It was the heat of the day and I was struggling with hydration a bit. I hit the 50K point in about 6:40. Luckily the race organizers had occasionally put out some unmanned water coolers along the road. The one at mile 35 literally saved my race. My water bladder was almost empty as I had drank it all in the 5 miles since the previous aid station. I filled the bladder and also poured water repeatedly over my head to cool off. That gave me the energy to continue. My biggest issue came at mile 37. To explain a bit, this course was unmarked. Ummarked meaning no arrows or signs like a normal ultra. We racers had to navigate using a list of right and left turns/road names on a piece of paper provided in our drop bags. Match this up with your mileage and easy enough right? Works well for bike riders I guess but I managed to screw it up. I had managed to get my paper wet when I was dumping water on my head and it was a little hard to read. This coupled with the fact I was a little out of it still, caused me to misread the paper and I took a right at an intersection instead of a left. I realized my mistake a little over a mile later when I saw a sign for a town we had run through back at mile 23. I realized I was heading the wrong way, cussed myself and turned around. My total out of route was 2.37 miles. Guess that's what you get for lacking attention to detail. The result of this little snafu was I lost about 30 minutes off my time.

Mile 40-62 (64)

The last 20 miles, as they are with most ultras was a gut check. I was walking a lot more and I had to grab my pepper spray 3 times for farm dogs that didn't like me approaching their territory. Lucky for them I didn't have to spray them. One encounter was resolved with a belly rub, and the other 2 were resolved with some strongly worded commands and a quickening of my pace. The hills never stopped and as darkness fell I hit the last aid station which was 8.5 miles from the finish. These folks knew how to run an ultra station. There was real food, pretzels,bananas,pbj, and coke. I remarked on this and discovered they were members of the GOATZ ultra club. They certainly saved my race as I chowed down and immediately felt stronger. I had run almost 13 hours and over 50 miles on nothing but water and GU gels. The real food was welcome. I could see that I was going to finish after dark so I put on my reflective vest and headlight and headed out. I could smell the barn but it was still a ways off. I kept moving forward relentlessly, running 3 poles and walking one, up the hill and down the hill. As I was nearing the end a car approached me and I recognized it. It was Tim who had finished over an hour before and he was checking on me. That was a great gesture and very much appreciated. After a few words of encouragement he let me know I was less than a mile from the finish. I decided to run it in the rest of the way. It was surreal as I ran in darkness down the gravel road. Lights in the distance and my headlamp creating a cone of visibility. I got closer and closer until I made the turn to the finish. I was met by the race director and congratulated on finishing. Out of 22 runners who started the race, 4 more had dropped out. I finished in 17th out of 18 in a time of 15:55:34. It was a good training and I think it prepared me for next month. It might be on the calendar for next year.