Prairie Chickin' at the Prairie Chicken

Another 50 miler in the books.

The Prairie Spirit Trail races are 50 and 100 miles, in their second year with race director Eric Steele, who started the event company Epic Ultras. For a race that's only in it's second year, they have their act together.

Aid stations are well-spaced and well-stocked, they had everything you could want, the basics of course, but it was all available and no hassle. In and out, no disorganization to slow you down. The volunteers had a system worked out at all of the aid stations that was efficient, and they were on top of it.

The weather was just about perfect, and there was a good breeze but not anything resembling wind, which is lucky for this time of year in this particular place. The weather gods were happy. Thanks Sasquatch, if that was your idea.

I slept fairly well in the motel room, despite the indoor pool stench. I woke up two minutes before my alarm went off. I had already taken my drop bags over the night before, so I didn't need to get there early. I left the motel at 7:30 for the 5 minute drive, giving me 25 minutes to goof off before the start.

It was cold in the morning, so I started with my Pearl Izumi short sleeved jersey under the long sleeved one. I had shorts and gloves, and a headband over my ears. I had my PI H3s on, testing them at ever longer distances. And gaiters, as it was a gravel path most of the way.

The night before at the dinner I sat with Rachel and her husband Brent. They are from Iowa and it is Rachel's first 50 miler. I wanted to make sure I found her before the start.

I found Rachel. Her eyes were pretty big, she looked nervous but acted calm. I think her husband was just as nervous. He had some cameras and took pictures of us. Eric gave the official time until the start, and David Horton was the special guest and if you know anything about David, he's a very devout Christian. So he gave a prayer.

Then he photobombed the picture with Rachel and I.

So then, with a few minutes to spare before the start, I got rid of my phone and went over to the start with about 30 seconds to spare.

The first 2 miles were northbound first, an out and back into town, then we turned around and headed south until the turnaround at 27 miles and change. Some people tore out of there like it was a 10K. The first guy, who ended up winning, was out in front from the start, but then there were a ton of other people who followed him. I just hung back and tried to settle into a reasonable 10 minute pace.

Except for the asphalt crossings through towns, the entire path was a gravel railroad grade, very gentle slopes, barely noticeable except for the last 6 or so miles up to the turnaround. The H3s seemed to be working fine. I did get a lot of dirt in my shoes despite the
gaiters, probably something to do with the tongue, breathable upper and the way I tied the H3s. I didn't ever have to dump out my shoes though, and no blisters.

My plan was to stick to 10 minute miles all the way to the turnaround, then see what I had left. It was hard to run that pace, I think just because at 1000 feet it is so much easier to breathe. Still, I managed to stick to 9:40s or so, that seemed to be my comfortable pace.

I was running with a group of about 5 guys, leapfrogging on the way out. All five of them, who were from different places, were in their first 50 milers. They kept pushing the pace, though a few of them were smarter about it than others. I did end up passing all of them by about halfway. I was trying not to get caught up in their pace so I finally pulled out my iPod and put on some relaxing trance music and got in my own world.

One guy was a talker. He was young, and every time I would catch him or he caught me, he would start talking, telling me all his predictions for the race and his plan to run between 7 and 8 hours and so on. He knew everything, of course. Yeah, yeah. I wanted to say, " Just shut up and run, dude." I think duct tape is an item I need to add to my drop bag list. Just in case.

The scenery was farmland, pastures on both sides, and the course was lined with deciduous trees. There were no leaves out yet, but there was enough shade to keep it cold most of the morning. The scenery wasn't that interesting, but it was pretty. The course passed through a few tiny towns, crossed some railroad tracks, and you could see silos and water towers up ahead, it gave you an idea that there was something else out there besides just miles of fields and cow pastures.

It was cold, I kept my long sleeved shirt and gloves on all the way to the turnaround, and for an hour or so after that I was still cold. Then it eventually warmed up, to 61 degrees, but it never felt uncomfortably warm.

As I headed into Garnett, the turnaround, I was 22 minutes behind the first place woman and 16 minutes behind second place. They both looked comfortable, so I didn't think about it any more. I just went to the aid station, took 5 minutes to strip some clothes, eat some PBJs, mess with my drop bags, and grab a few gels and drinks for the road.

I turned the iPod on at that point to my racing tunes. Headed out of Garnett I cranked up the pace, down to between 8:30 to 9:30 per mile. I flew past a few of the men, and took advantage of the slight downhill grade, only stopping to pee a few times. I saw Rachel, who wasn't much more than a mile behind me at the turnaround. She looked good. I kept on moving, passing a few men.

Around 35 miles, suddenly I realized the second place woman was ahead of me, in striking distance. She was walking. When I caught her, she said she was having some foot pain and wasn't sure what was wrong. She kept trying to run, and when she did run, she was moving well.

At the 36 mile aid station I ate more PBJs and drank some, but getting out of there, I felt like I was starting to crash. I kept moving well, maybe 10:30 miles for a while, and threw a little walking in here and there. Going into the aid station I was in second place and then she caught me as I was walking out of the aid station, eating my PBJs.

She got a few minutes ahead of me, but it wasn't long before I passed her again. I asked her if she wanted to try running with me to distract her from her foot, but then she said she was trying not to puke. She seemed to be okay though. I decided to let them know at the next aid station that she might need some attention.

I never saw her again, until the finish, she managed to finish under 9 hours. No one passed me the whole way in, I only passed two people after 35 miles. I couldn't see anyone else ahead of me. I wondered where the first place woman was.

Around 44 miles I got my legs back, but 9:30 to 10 minute miles were about all I could do at that point, and it was a definite uphill the last mile or so. I pushed it in, and finished in 8:25:02, 2nd woman, 7th overall. The first place woman, as it turns out, was only 13 minutes ahead of me finishing, so I had gained on her too. It was her first 50 miler. Seemed like it was everyone's first 50 except me.

Eric, the race director, was there to greet us as we came through, and handed us belt buckles as we finished.

My drop bags were back at the finish line before I was. That's pretty amazing work, considering the last aid station was at 42 miles. They had hamburgers and hot dogs, potato salad, and cold drinks at the finish line. The results were posted to the website immediately, too.

The only thing I think they could improve on is having ice and cold drinks available for the runners at the aid stations in the afternoon if it's warm. The water was cold, but the coke and drinks they had out were getting almost hot inside those little tents. Other than that, I think they did an outstanding job. It was fun, fast, and well-done. Can't get much better than that. I highly recommend it, if you want a fast course that isn't on asphalt.

It's a race I want to come back to. The packet pickup was easy, the t-shirt was nice and I liked the quote on it, and the starting area and everything in town was in close proximity and easy to find. The thing that impressed me even more was that they send out a survey after the race to ask for ideas for improvement. For a new, small race, that shows they really do want to serve the runners. Those are the kind of races that deserve our support.

I hung out for a while, talked to some other runners, and ate a burger. Then I went back to room to shower and grab some more food, then I wanted to get back in case Rachel finished soon. Turned out I missed her crossing the line by just a few minutes, but I saw her in the building. She ran 9:53. That's a great first 50 mile run. She was already talking about doing another one. I told her husband, "There's no cure."

It feels good to run in the 8 hour range again. I haven't run this fast in about 10 years. I am still nearly an hour off my PR, but I still need to do more miles and speedwork. The year is young. I have 6 months to nationals, so I have lots of time to work on those things. In 5 weeks I run Cornbelt, and I just want to get more miles in that last time, run more of it than I have in the past, and chip away at my goals. It will be warm and humid, most likely, so I look forward to that challenge too.

It is fun to be getting more competitive again. It was so frustrating carrying around all that extra weight, it really kept me from running to my potential. I still have a lot of work to do but it's great to see results. And then there's always the fun of the age and gender pecking order...

When I went back to find Rachel, I did peek at the results, because I had not yet seen my overall place at that point. No one older than me beat me. The next 50 year old was two places behind me, a man. I guess that doesn't count as sharpei-ing because we're the same age. But I think it does count as a chicking.

A Prairie Chicking.

Running Down Scottsdale's Shin Dagger Alley

I'm feeling pretty good 2 days post-race. Sunday I just walked around downtown Scottsdale with my parents, we got some food and I found a colorful painted lizard to hang outside the woman cave.

Monday morning I felt like running. I went out on the canal in the direction of Phoenix, ran 5 miles out and then turned around. The short section of the canal near where my parents live goes along the part of the Arizona canal that has been oxymoroned, upscaled and affluenza-ed to the "Scottsdale Waterfront" is enjoyable for me because of the agaves, cacti, and flowering plants along there.

I call this part "shin dagger alley" because it is literally lined with shin daggers...

The tourists in old town Scottsdale are the same as I remember them, old people who weave in and out of overpriced trinket shops and there are just not enough art galleries anymore in this section of town. It's fun to watch the mix of tourists north and south of shin dagger alley.

To the south are the old folks, and to the north are the younger, more cosmopolitan set, wearing outrageous fashions and sitting in sidewalk cafes mesmerized by their mobile devices.

My ten miles went well. It took about 3 miles to warm up and then I felt great. Tomorrow I have to go back to Fort Collins, which I'm not thrilled about only because the weather here is promising to hit the 80s with sunshine. I wish I could stay one more week. But the weather is supposed to improve at home, and this Saturday is the beer tour, and the theme is the 1970s and I can't think of a costume so I am planning to go as Mr. Bill. Ooooooh, Nooooooooo!

I am so ready for spring. I need to keep hitting the hills and add some fartlek to my runs, and a few runs with Wheaties Boy should help me get into the 8 minute pace groove, and I'll be ready when the end of March rolls around and I go to Kansas to outrun the Prairie Chicken.

Gotta go, important business to take care of by the pool again this afternoon...

Channeling the Prairie Chicken

Wrapped up January with a kickass week of training, until Snowmageddon hit.

That's okay, it's February, we're a whole month into spring, and a little snow never hurt anyone. Keep in mind that we're happy to have it after the fires of the past few years. Whatever we can get now will help this summer.

I had a fantastic run on Wednesday, 17 miles of challenging hills between Maniac Hill and Lory State Park up and down along Horsetooth reservoir. I felt great and I kept increasing the effort on each hill. I finished up with the giant hill north of Dixon Dam and sailed back down to my car at Rotary Park. I felt awesome.

That was before Snowmageddon. I planned a day off on Thursday or Friday, and Thursday was perfect timing since we got dumped on with 5 or 6 inches of snow, and it was heavier than it's been. The ski areas are getting tons of powder, like 2 or 3 feet, but this stuff down here is heavy. Not quite tree branch-breaking, but close. Right before it started snowing, it actually rained for a short time, just enough to ice everything up on the surfaces underneath. Great.

The snow made running a bit challenging, but I had my MICROspikes Friday as I braved the unplowed sidewalks on the way over to the well-plowed Power Trail, where I met Emma for an afternoon run. The four miles of the Power Trail were clear of snow with a few ridiculously icy patches, but the two miles or so getting over there and coming back were more suited to snowshoes than shoe spikes.

Fort Collins has enough of a plowing problem on the streets, asking for somewhat clear sidewalks is a dream. But I guess I can forgive them since they always get to the bike paths first.

So what do you do when you're in the house surrounded by white stuff, too heavy and wet for the dogs because they get ice balls in their paws?

You sign up for spring ultras, that's what!

I needed an early spring ultra as I get ready for Cornbelt in May. I was looking at something in late March, but I'm on a budget and I needed to make it a quick trip, something driveable. Lucky for me I found the Prairie Spirit 50 mile race in Ottawa, Kansas.

I looked up information on it, it's a fairly new race but it sounded well-organized, the surface sounded good, crushed gravel with a few asphalt sections. I really don't care too much what the course is like as long as it's not rocky and technical. It's 8 hours drive from here, which is not too bad. I've never been to eastern Kansas before, either. The lure of the unknown...

I don't know why but I keep wanting to call it the Prairie Chicken. And so it is.

I signed up and I'm headed for another Midwest adventure! I don't think I've ever run a race in Kansas before. I usually drive across Kansas on my way to races, but this time it's a destination.

Plus it will be my first official race in my new age group! Unless I decide to do some short race before it.

It's supposed to be the Year of the Horse for the Chinese New Year, but I think for me, it's the year of the Prairie. Prairie Dog, Prairie Chicken, Prairie Spirit, whatever...prairie something.

Then we have the prairie Buffaloes, in their favorite natural habitats:

Isabelle, in her favorite place...

and Iris, in hers.

This morning it's snowing again, looks like we got maybe another inch so far. I need to get out there and do some miles. Tomorrow is the Tortoise & Hare 5K but with these icy conditions, with an 8 am start, I don't think so. I'll wait until mid-day and go to the bike path and do some fartlek or something instead, once the ice melts.

But next week I get a reprieve from the snow and ice, off to Arizona to run Pemberton 50K! WOOHOO!