Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Come Run Turkey and TATURS!!!! Nov 6th




Years ago, when trail running was new to me, I began to meet people of like minds. The best friends I have ever had in the world are my running friends. Upon forming TATUR (Tulsa Area Trail/Ultra Runners) one of the first things we did together as a group was put on Turkey and TATURs, a trail race on Turkey Mountain. This race is a 50K, a 25K, and a 10K on the best trailz in the Tulsa area.Over the past 5 years, we have had rainy weather, dry weather but muddy trailz, hot weather, and outstandingly nice weather. It has always been fantastic to at least bearable for the runners.
This year, the race has been moved from mid-September to the first weekend in November. The leaves should be spectacular in the peak of their fall color. While it might be a bit cool for aid station workers, it should be perfect for the runners.
I've ran all five 50Ks. It's my favorite 50K--mostly because I have so many friends running with me.Come run with me--as always, the race shirt is awesome, the TATUR aid stations are the best, and you'll get more trailz for your money than you'll get in the average boring flat-and-fast marathon. Trail running is where you'll find the meaning of life. 50K is the new marathon. TZ says so!!

Pumpkin Holler Hunnerd



The first running of the Pumpkin Holler Hunnerd is past, although I am still reeling from it. It's 2:30 early Tuesday morning, and I am sleep deprived (still) and worn out from the weekend and yesterdays chores of unpacking and tieing up loose ends, but the point of this post is not to give a rundown of how tired I am but rather to waste 20 minutes of your time whilst reading my race report. Thursday, Brian and I began packing, renting box trucks, motor homes, Dana had bought and packed supplies for seven aid stations, and we finally ended up at Eagle Bluff to camp for the night. Right at sunup, Brian and I (with the help of my nephews Kody and John, and the superlative assistance of Bill Ford) headed out to mark the course. Since it is a huge gravel relatively flat loop, the trail marking was actually pretty easy. It did require miles of driving, but by 4:00 pm, our chore was done. A pasta dinner in Tahlequah, a brief meeting with the runners, and then it was time for some shut-eye.

Even before I had some coffee, I was mingling around visiting with friends--some that I see often, and some I seldom see. Here, Randy and Kathy make an Arnold sandwich. There's a LOT of 100 mile finishes between the three of them.

Another trio of friends--Amelia and Jeff, along with Corey, were all tackling their first ultra this day.

As 8:00 am neared, I mounted my bike and prepared to ride the way to the first intersection, and then on to the first turn that the hunnerd milers had to make. This was great fun!!!

This picture was borrowed from the Facebook page of Deborah Sexton, who ran the 50K with us.

Somewhere on the web page, the course was described as relatively flat--and it is!! (Compared to say--well--Pikes Peak??) While there were no climbs more than 280 feet in the loop, and the 2 mile 500' climb that only the hunnerd milers had to do is over early in the race.

After seeing all the hunnerd milers into their first climb, I pedaled back to the starting area and drove out to the first aid station (Mad Dog) to make sure a certain BAD dog was behaving. Turns out it was being nice this day, but the owners did not pen their dogs up like they were asked to do. The front runners were flying, and the aid stations were scrambling to handle the rush.
I had misplaced my trusty Canon, and took pics with my iPhone. Aaron Ochoa was also taking pics with a big time high dollar camera, and I managed to steal his camera chip, and swiped several pics for this post.

Eric Steele--good friend and RD of FlatRock was seemingly moving along pretty good. I normally have a few cutting remarks to toss his way, but since I have been knighted and he is King, I am working on showing a little bit more respect. It's no fun.

Rachel, doing her first ultra, rests for a short while at Mad Dog. I borrowed this pic from her FB wall as well as the one of me below at the East of Eden aid stop.

The way my day was from early on--drive the course, check on things, answer missed calls whenever I had a good cell signal, and deliver more supplies, water, food, ice, generators, gas, and sag runners in.

It was an honor to haveDavid Hanenburg, the man behind Endurance Buzz, come up from Texas to run with us. David smoked the 50K, and then hung around well into the next day helping out with the timing, and did live Twitter updates on the race. Thank you, my friend!

Runners stack up at the Out-N-Back aid station. From there, they ran 1.5 miles out and then back before continuing on the loop. This was necessary so that the course would be an exact 50K.

Two more runners drop down to Savannah Corner. There, crew was waiting for a few of them.

Bill Ford was the aid station captain here. Aaron Ochoa stopped to pose for a pic during his 975 photo-shots.

Kristi Perryman screams down the hill into Savannah.

Another runner tops the hill just before Savannah Corner.

A nice descent making for an electrifying entrance into aid station #3.

Food, water, and Gatorade just ahead.

From there, the course turned south. Most of the route was shaded throughout the day. High temps were in the mid 90s, but few people complained. about the heat. They did complain about the hills though.


One last pic at Savannah, and I needed to go. Turns out the next stop--East of Eden needed their generator, and I needed to get it there.

Cassy storms down the hill, running her 2nd time out here. She really made this race look easy.

RockStar Ed totes the generator from the truck. He and Kate cooked up beans and cornbread and hot soup all through the night. Yum.

Dana was also having a rough day--with severe back spasms. She toughed it out though, and got her finish but not the PR she had hoped for.

Along Pumpkin Holler road, there are several horses. Some stay as far away as possible, but a few are quite friendly. I motored on along, and all day and all night, I drove--around and around the loop. Burned two tanks of gas, and had 2 flat tires.

My friend K2 decided that 100 miles was just not in the cards. He stopped at mile 70 and called it a tough day. I finally stopped the continual drive and slept for about 3 hours early Sunday morning before resuming my duties as course marshal/delivery boy,/sag wagon. Upon waking, I again drove the course and took inventory of the runners still on the course. One by one, they made their way in.

Crossing the big iron bridge for the final time must have been a glorious thing. The view from here is always postcard pretty.

My friend Dennis Crosby was the final finisher, finishing with 20 minutes to spare before the final cutoff. Dennis took the liberty of SMASHING the Pumpkin.

189 folks signed up for our inaugural event. 166 toed the line. I was elated to have such a good turnout for the first year! 57 started the hunnerd mile--31 finished. I guess I have to admit that it's sort of a tough course. I thought it was cool that a woman won the 50K--and even more amazed that she ran it in 3:57!! See, it must be a relatively flat and fast course! course results can be found here.

I had the awesome help of over 60 volunteers. Aid station captains Kevin Lemaster, Joel Everett, Bill Ford, RockStar Ed, Chuck Streit, Terrie Broomhall, and Stormy Phillipd stayed all day and all night and all day manning their posts.Others who put in close to 30 hours were Janine Robertson, Derek England, Brynna Schelbar, Kody Wilder, John Childress, Kate Ellisor, and Laurie Whitesel. That's not to slight the several others who worked 4-12 hours helping out, or spent hours beforehand buying supplies and doing preliminary work--like my sweetie Dana, and Brian and Kathy Hoover. You all are so valuable to me. More about Brian. Besides building a great looking website, he is a slave-bot setting up all of the start/finish area, receiving all the race entries, doing all the timing, a lot of the loud-mouth work, emceeing the pre-race dinner (one out-of-towner said he was FUNNY??) hauling stuff down and back, loading and unloading truckfulls of race stuff, writing checks--you name it, he probably did it.

Dana finished her 50K despite having severe back spasms. I was quite proud of her for toughing it out. Susan Westmoreland was a great help as well. She made the signs with arrows on the course, which was a great help especially for the crew cars. She ran her pace and her race, TZ style--enjoying the scenery along the way and taking LOTS of very good pix. If you are her Facebook friend, check them out.

All in all, it was a super race. No one got lost but there were a couple of 100K runners who went out the wrong direction on their second loop. Most folks who complained that it wasn't flat also said they'd be back to run it again.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


There is a secret trail I know
with signs that said I should not go
But I'll tell you where it is. It's down a long winding dirt road, and then a turn on a road into the sun. A long climb leads to a turn where the road is smooth with the sun peeking between the trees.
"You there! Yes, you!! It is ok to come this way. There is still light enough before nightfall. Bring your camera and come!"
"You've come this far--won't you come around the corner, over the gate and beyond?"
"For here is the house where I once lived. Stories were warm, and food was plenty. But years have slid by, and timbers fallen."
"Times were spent upon this porch telling stories and singing songs of old. Listen, and you can still hear the lingering chorus in the breeze of the early autumn winds."
"Look not upon the shambles, the decaying wood, but admire the stone that stands strong."
"Come, there is another sight to see beyond the next wood."
"It's but a walk, but you may run."
"Over a hill and around a bend--not much further."
"For years my barn was full, but in this field now, it is home for an old owl and not much more. But you should go--the sun is setting and there are miles to go back to your world. But come again to this old road with no name. More stories are only a little further beyong the next grove of trees. I'll be here."

Sunday, September 25, 2011

FlatRock 50K. 10 trips.




This race report gets longer every year. It really needs to be 3-part report. The night before is packet pickup and a pasta feed-fest. Then the race itself, and lastly, the festivities after the race. FlatRock is run along the Elk City Reservoir near Independence KS on rugged hiking trailz. This was my first ultra--way back in 2003. I had ran a couple of 5-mile trail races, and the 25K at Lake McMurtry. A friend of Dana's at work had told her that she ran this race and that it was so insanely hard, was called the Bloody Trail, and the slogan was "If you look up, you're going down." Something about the danger suckered me in. Tell me I can't do it, and Ima gonna. Really--how hard could it be?
This year, TATUR did the timing. A trail race as gnarly as this, and it's chip-timed.

Back in 2003, the race beat me to a pulp. I finished in 7:53, at 43 years of age and 155 lbs. I have never broke 8 hours since. This was really the first time hanging around ultra runners.
We ate dinner with them the night before, and what a spread of food it was. Warren Bushy each year makes a huge vat of spaghetti and meatballs, salad, rolls, and pink lemonade to wash it down.
Each year, even though there is a very good restaurant in Independence, we have ate the pasta and meatballs. It's awesome--good carb loading grub.
Even now, as I write this report, I WISH I had a dozen of these meatballs to make a sandwich.
The dinner is a great time to catch up with friends, and taunt the newbies with horrific tales of the trail. Here, Dana does her usual blink at the camera, and to the right are Amelia and Jeff, fellow TATUR friends doing their first 25K here. They went on to run well with Amelia finishing 3rd female and Jeff finishing 5th male. They're just fast.
Here are a couple of VIPs. Eric Steele has been the RD of this race for 17 years. He has it down to a science, and every year, the race goes flawlessly. His girlfriend Polly was his right hand man woman, helping with the packets and who knows what else all day the next day.

After our bellies were full, Dana and I headed to the Microtel in Independence where we have stayed each year.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Race day morning. We met back at the shelter where the dinner the night before was, and Eric went over some trail details, which I did not listen to. I was sure I would not make a wrong turn--not that there are many places to get lost. I really do know these trailz well enough to run them at night--I HAVE run it at night once when they had a 100K a few years back. How cool would it be to have another 100K?!?!? (Hint hint!!) At 7:15, we meandered down the road to the starting line. I think this race is supposed to be dead-on accurate at 50 kilometers. Eric has his clipboard in hand and begins a roll call.
It was a large field this year, as the race almost reached the limit of 125 total runners. There were a few DNSs, but still there were over 60 50Kers. In recent years, I have gotten slower. I am just not driven to beat people, and I realize my PRs are in the past. I DO want to run to the best of my ability, but particularly since I have started blogging, I stop to look at the sights along the way, and will try different settings on my camera and will jockey around for better camera angles. My camera could easily cost me 30-60 minutes in a race like this. My strategy this time was to leave the canon with Dana and just run. All of the above pics are mine, but from here on in this report, most of them are borrowed.
The race started promptly at 7:30. I had 10 hours to make it in by the time limit, and felt confident in an 8:30 finish.
The course elevation. Scary, huh? True, there are some climbs. Some of them are briefly steep, but none are very long, and there are no climbs over 100 feet. The course does go up, down, up, down. And there are plenty of rocks. But not all of the course is rocky. There are actually a few miles with nice soft dirt to run in--not that a stray rock won't jump up and trip you.

Some of the vistas along the way are breath-taking. It's hard to take a bad picture here. This pic, and the one below were taken by my friend Russell Bennett, who was here running his first FlatRock 25K.

Here's one of the steep drops down into a creek bed. Rocky all the way down, and all the way back up.

Dana worked at the Oak Ridge aid station at mile 9.5. She has worked this stop the past couple of years with Earl Blewett, a good trail running buddy. Earl brought a couple of helpers with him, his Chesapeake Retrievers. I breezed quickly in and out of every aid stations, but stayed maybe 2 minutes coming and going through Oak Ridge since Dana was here, and she had ham sammies and iced Gatorade for me. I had forgot to take a 5-hour Energy at the start, but gulped one here.

Dana took pics of friends as they came through. Dennis and Teresa ran together finishing just under 7 hours. Dennis was one of the first three FlatRock runners to be knighted into the Hall of Pain. Teresa was the first lady to be knighted a couple of years ago.

Tony Clark also helped out at Oar Ridge. Tony ran Badwater last year, and finished in 34:17!!! Talk about an ultra-celebrity!!!

Dennis Crosby ran great. I was ahead of him until just after the turnaround, but he moved ahead and stayed steady all the way to the finish,. I was sure I would catch him, but he finished over an hour ahead of me.

There is no shortage of stunning rock formations along the way.
SeeKCrun.com took race photos, and all the ones with the FlatRock label are theirs, and they allow free downloads--very cool.

Hitting Oak Ridge again, I was 10 miles from the finish. Dana is behind the Jeep making a quick sandwich for me. Lotsa mustard--really hit the spot. While I was here, the last place runner passed me. I walked out of the aid stop eating, and quickened my pace after the last bite. But still, my pace waning. It began to heat up a little, and I went shirtless for a while. The last aid stop is always a party. Loud music, and guys who have been helping out at the race since they were rug rats make it fun. They asked what they could get me and I said BEER!! They obliged, pouring me a cup and I downed it and felt new life. Seriously! The last four miles are the hardest on the course. Sure, you have ran the rocky up and down trailz on the way out, but now you have 27 miles on your legs. I purposed to attack the trailz, and ran 90% of the way in. I actually arrive at the finish around 30 minutes ahead of where the aid station guys said I would.

The finish at FlatRock is like no other trail race. There are sirens going off, a train whistle, clapping and cheering, and this year, the huge finish line banner. It was a welcome sight.

Russell was waiting, having run his 25K, and taking pictures all the rest of the day. He uploaded well over 100 pics to Facebook, and I borrowed a few.

Dana took this one as I rounded the corner and headed to the finish line. Just look at all the dust I was kicking up!! I was so excited, I took a victory lap around the picnic shelter, and even took of my shirt and waved it wildly like Brandi Chastain did after the Americans won the World Cup in 1999. Although there IS a picture floating around with me shirtless, I'll spare you the agony of having to look at it.

I finished in 9:12. When I realized that a sub 9:00 was out of reach, I slowed to a jog, but did run the last mile non-stop. I was about 1/4 mile away from catching a couple of guys ahead. No blisters, no boo boos from the three falls I took. I drank a lot of soda--Coke just sounded so good. I tried to eat but nothing really sounded good. Dana drove me to a nearby location where a campground had a shower, and being clean made me feel like a new man.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Then, it was time for the knighting ceremony. This is always a hoot, but I was actually very nervous about it. What would my new name be? Would I stutter? Would Eric accidentally slice off my ear with his sword?
The ceremony begins with the attending knights making me recite the oath to be loyal to the King and the Knights of FlatRock. I had to vow to uphold the traditions thereof, to tell fellow runners how easy the course is, that it is indeed flat and not at all rocky, and to eat as much spider web as possible, but to always leave some for my fellow runners. I had to promise to always brown-nose the King, which I do anyway.

I was then crowned, and surnamed Sir Cargo, since I always run with cargo shorts. Different. But I LIKE IT!! Sir Cargo. It sounds so very noble. I was relieved that Eric did not snip an ear.

As Eric says to himself--It's good to be King. But I say, it's also good to be a knight. All knights of FlatRock get a permanent cloth race bib, and have a lifetime entry to do the race. The usual fee is $70.00, so this bib is a mere $700 value--that, and 310 of the hardest miles you'll ever run.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

A few more things.
My friends Jason and Lisa came up from Tulsa to run their first FlatRock. Lisa ran the 25K and finished 2nd female. WOW, she has gotten so fast. Jason competed in a tough field, and finished 11th overall. Impressed the heck out of me!!

Another pic of the RD/King. This is the race shirt for this year. It's a super nice tech shirt, and I'll wear it a few times and then put it in with my most prized shirts for safe keeping.

I didn't get to visit much with Janeen. She looked strong when she passed me early on and when I saw her after her turn-around. Dana told me she waited to see me come in, but when I hit the chair, my brain went out. Sorry I missed visiting with you, Janeen.

Here's the band of young gun volunteers who absolutely rock with race set-up, and aid stops. We hung out at the camp fire after the race for a while, and they provided much comic relief and fire building skills.

Brian in his private timing booth. He had results printed and posted all day long, packed up all the stuff, stayed to film my knighting, then drove back to Tulsa, droipped off his trailer, and then drove to OKC to see Kathy finish her first Ironman. Talk about sleep deprivation!!!

Besides working Oak Ridge, Dana got roped into helping briefly with the timing at the start of the 50K. She is an awesome aid station babe.

And finally, a closeup of the coveted FlatRock permanent cloth bib. I told a friend of mine (Candice) that I would be awarded a permanent cloth bib a couple of years ago., Her comment was that that could be a good thing, because you never know when a cloth bib might come in handy out on the trail!!! Believe me, I'll come in with a sock missing before I use my bib!!!