Leadville 100 race report

 Leadville 100 run.

I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Ain't no mercy there for me 
Do you bury me when I'm gone 
Do you teach me when I'm here 
Just as soon as I belong 
Then it's time I disappear


 10th place male.
11th over-all. Tina Lewis is a bad-ass!
1st Leadman/ new course record.

My pacer, Tim Long's, race report.

This picture could easily be all I need to post.

This was taken heading out of Twin Lakes inbound at mile 60 by Rob Timko. At this point in the race I had lost the Leadman... something that I had worked for since last November. The reason that my bib number was 101 is that I was the very first person to enter Leadman. I paid the entry fee just seconds after registration opened. Then I woke up the next morning and headed out in the dark with a headlamp and I got to work.
 The first race was the marathon. I was fit and I wanted to put a point on my Leadman bid. I ran well and finished ~25:00 ahead of the next Leadman. I Googled the second place guy, Troy Howard, and I got a slap in the face. When I thought about doing Leadman I looked at the past results and arrogantly thought that I would easily crush it and take the record with little effort. My ego was knocked down a few thousand notches when I saw that Troy had not only beaten me at last years Leadville 100 bike... but he is a far more accomplished ultrarunner than me! At the Silver Rush 50 he put time in to me. At the 100 bike he crushed me and took back all the time and took the lead.
 The 10k on the Sunday before the 100 run was certainly a pivotal point. I hate racing with passion... but when I'm motivated to race, I race with passion. I took a huge risk and ran very hard to take back the lead by just over 3 minutes heading in to a 100 mile run where 3 minutes isn't even counted. But I needed this 10k, and the lead, for my head. I was still sore in my calves and hamstrings when the gun went off for the 100 run... but my mind was in a great place which will always trump the physical.
 Saturday 3:00am.
 I woke up a few minutes before the alarm and had my coffee. No food, no calories. My stomach was in knots as usual and I tried to just relax. I walked down to the start in the dark with visions of the Hawaii Ironman in my head. Visions of walking by the big Banyon Tree on Alii Drive in balmy, humid air were replaced with pine trees and a cold chill. I felt amazing and was ready to get going.

My hydration sponsor... a random dumpster and Duct Tape. Photo: Rob Timko

Photo: Rob Timko

 The start...
I started up front (white shorts) wanting to place myself well early.

Photo Rob TImko

Photo: Rob Timko

Not start fast, but definitely be in the mix. Very relaxed and easy to Mayqueen and I felt great, I could see the lead guys. I ate a Powerbar (vanilla) plus 2 bottles of maltodextrin with 100g of carbohydrate (1040 calories) to Mayqueen. I kept up with ~400-600 calories an hour for the remainder of the race.
 Up Hagerman... whatever.
  Down Powerline I started to feel sharp twinges in my quads and hips which freaked me out. Begin the self doubt. By the bottom of Powerline I was definitely limping. I caught my friend Scott Jaime which definitely lifted my spirits. Scott is as solid as they come, if I was with him then I was doing well. 

I'm in white in the back

In to Fish Hatchery and on to the 'long' road section.

Scott with his usual big smile! Me in white just behind.  Photo: Megan Hicks of irunfar

 My energy was awesome but my quads and hips were crazy tight. Every downhill caused sharp pain in my legs. The section from Fish Hatch to Twin Lakes is beautiful with rolling jeep roads and single track. I was struggling through here but eventually reconnected again with Scott Jaime. He was struggling with sciatic pain (I've had this same pain and it's nearly impossible to function) yet he was SO positive still. Here's a bad-ass runner in pain and when I catch him he has nothing but positive affirmations for me. I told him my quads were shit and he said "Don't worry! They'll come back! Stick with it!" His comments really stuck with me and gave me a lot of hope. Thank you Scott!! Rolling in to Twin Lakes I had to basically walk the steep downhills, every step was miserable and I was only at mile 40... 60 fucking miles to go!?

Walking in to Twin Lakes

With my eventual pacer Tim. Photo credit: Luke Crespin

Talking to Ben and Liv at mile 40. I got so much energy from seeing my boys, enough to fight some more for sure.

My awesome wife and kids. 

 Ugh... the hardest 20 miles of the course were in front of me. Up the front of Hope Pass I felt OK. I had my hike on and was content to just cruise and conserve. Down the back side I could barely run, my quads and hips were locking up and I was happy to finally see the new section of the course which was rolling/ flat. I came down in to Winfield feeling relieved to have just hit halfway, although I was WAY off my goal splits... I hadn't seen Troy yet.
 I picked up my pacer Tim Long at Winfield. I had been looking forward to this moment. Tim is just amazing on every front. A solid person and a solid runner... and I'm very hard to impress. I knew that my day would turn around the second he joined me... I was wrong. We headed back up out of Winfield and saw my danger man Troy coming in about ~6:00 back. Tim and I got chatty and completely missed the turn up the trail, a very well, overly marked turn! We ran for nearly a half mile before we realized that we were off course. Tim had never seen this part of the course but I had JUST RUN IT! Totally stupid mistake on my part. We turned around and ran for what seemed forever back to the turn... it ended up being a 9:00 loss and although we couldn't be certain we thought that now Troy was in the lead. This was only the beginning of the worst.
 Up from Winfield to the top of Hope Pass absolutely demoralized me. I was dizzy, stumbling, taking breaks every chance I could. I told Tim that I was done. The thought of being able to run another ~45 miles was unimaginable. And Tims response? Laughter. Laughing AT me. This is something that I will never forget... he actually thought it was funny that I thought I couldn't still win because he so completely knew that I could. This was amazing to me and it wouldn't hit me until later.
 Near the top I looked back and saw Tina Lewis running like a goat up Hope Pass... amazing! I got to meet her before the race and she's just awesome. Tina went on to crush the field (guys included!) to one of the fastest times ever at Leadville.
 I made it over Hope and down to the Hopeless aid station where it's impossible to feel bad. The Hopeless aid station is a surreal, fairy-tale place.

The volunteers are so happy and enthusiastic to help. Tim and I spent a fairly long time here stretching and getting in much needed fuel. The Ramen soup was so good and the feel of the place made me want to stay and just hang out. We started down very slowly. I was hobbling along and at times Tim was walking as fast as I was running. Every single step shot pain through my quads and hips... EVERY step. People were blowing by us like we were standing still. Down Hope in to Twin lakes...

 Twin Lakes Mile 60
 We got word that Troy had put 24:00 in to me over just 10 miles of Hope Pass. Ouch. 24:00 isn't a huge amount of time with 40 miles remaining, but this was Troy Howard. It was very difficult to stay positive about winning Leadman, and to be honest I was very happy for Troy. The guy didn't just half-ass Leadman and he's a crazy solid athlete. If I lost then I wanted to lose to someone that I respect tremendously.
  
 As we headed out of Twin Lakes Tim suggested we sprint up the ridiculous 40% grade to "make it look good". Laughter was my response as he choked down ate his cheese and ham wrap. A few minutes later he would be flicking cheese in to the forest wondering why he even tried to eat it. We hiked much of the climb out of Twin Lakes as I pounded fuel and tried to consider what I could take back from Troy on the flats. My legs never really felt good, but they stopped feeling horrible and we started to roll for the next ~10 miles. Long stretches of 7:30 miles with tons of positive talk and thoughts. Things started to snowball as I finally realized that my legs were manageable, very painful but I could deal with it and my mental state started to come back. Tim would check his GPS and tell me that we were putting 1 minute a mile in to everyone on course right now, maybe more. At times we were running quite fast. I was anxious for a time split and I wouldn't get a good one until Fish Hatchery so I pushed as hard as I could.

Fish Hatchery Mile 77:

Sir Howard... bad-ass.

 I got a time check at Fish from irunfars Bryon Powell that Troy had left ~7:00 ahead of us. We had done it! In the last 17 miles we had taken back 17:00! God it was good to hear that. But even more telling was that Troy had spent a very long time at the aid station. I stopped for less than a minute to fuel and grab a warm hat and a light. Now the hunt began. Tim and I thought for sure that Troy would put another ~5-10 minutes on us on Powerline, climbing is his thing. We caught a couple of runners at the base of Powerline and looked up to see two guys on the first switchback, maybe 3:00 up... it was Troy. We power hiked the steeps and ran the not-so-steeps and very quickly we caught the two guys. We tried to be patient and just sit back ~50 meters. Tim knows how good Troy is and was very cautious about passing him too soon. I was like a dog on a leash with Tim straining to hold me back. I remember him saying that if it came down to the last few miles that Troy would run on bloody stumps to win... so I shut my mouth and waited. Eventually one of them looked back and saw us and at that point Tim yelled "Is one of you Troy!?" Nice... very subtle Tim! Troy turned around and replied and we bridged up to them.
 It was really cool to meet up with these guys, with out a doubt the greatest moment in this entire series. Here we are out on a completely desolate stretch of track, exhausted, fighting just to move, coming face to face with an incredible competitor. Troy just gave me a huge grin and extended a hand and said "Nice work! Congratulations." I'll never forget that.
 We moved past and tried to be conservative. It would have been so easy to hammer as we were both jacked up from the pass, but at this point we still had over 20 miles to go. Jog on the flats and downs and fast hike on the ups. At this point we all had our head lamps on so we were able see anyone behind us. Dropping down on to Hagerman Pass road we had ~5:00 on the next headlamp.

 Mayqueen Mile 87:
 The last time I had seen my wife was at Fish Hatchery and I was ~7:00 behind Troy... running in to Mayqueen I was super excited to let her see where I was. My wife is the most amazing support and me doing well, or bad, affects her tremendously. I wanted to get to Mayqueen mostly to put her mind at ease.
 Mayqueen in 2010 was my undoing. I foolishly denied warm clothes and it cost me over 1:30 in time due to hypothermia. This time I made sure to almost overdress and it worked out perfectly. Tim and I ran very well for the remaining 13 miles, fast hiking the ups and running everything else. We had been yo-yoing with Liza Howard since Mayqueen and we had her lights behind us much of the time, but then they disappeared for a while. Once we hit the Boulevard there were lights behind us again and I was paranoid that Troy had come back, not really an unrealistic scenario, so I pushed every chance I could just to make sure... even though those lights were over a mile behind... my mind had lost the ability to rationalize. Tim was solid for me here as he's great with numbers. His maths had it as a near impossibility that Troy could come back here.

 On to 6th Street and the final mile. We had rented a house near the finish line, so my mom was waiting by the side of the road and I stopped to hug her and tell her how much I love her. Then Tim and I ran down the final stretch reveling in what we accomplished. The past ~10 months of training, focus and sacrifice were coming to an end and I made extra, extra sure to feel this. What I felt was a bit of pride, a bit of joy, and a  TON of satisfaction. Satisfied. That word kind of sums it all up. You could not have scripted the way the Leadman played out. Back and forth with basically a dead tie heading in to a 100 mile run. Then on the day neither Troy nor I truly melted down. We were both nearly equal and strong (considering the fatigue of the previous weekend) with the main difference being the timing of our bad patches happening at different times. Mine was early... his was late which made the difference.

 Thank you SOOOO much to my amazing wife for putting up with my selfishness and sacrificing for me. Jo has been my rock for over 12 years now... there's a reason I have my wedding band tattooed on my finger.
  My sister drove 12 hours to be part of the crew (again) and it was great to see her out on the course and she did so much to make the day happen.
 My kids. Although they don't get it... they sacrificed with out a choice. All the days I got up at 3:00am to run, that took away energy that I could have spent on them instead. Never again.
 And my pacer, Tim Long. I can't thank him enough. The guy is just so solid across the board. I have avoided even considering what the result would have been had he not paced me, certainly it would not have been as good. Huge thanks to you Tim!

 And of course thank you to YOU. The support and good words I get from you guys really does come in to play. I appreciate very much my followers and your comments give me good energy!

 That's all I have to say about that.