Saturday, October 3, 2009

St. George Marathon (Utah)

October 12, 2009
Marathon 39, State #33
St. George, Utah
3:57:28
https://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/


There are so many great things about this marathon adventure I hardly know what to write about first.  Besides the marathon itself being fantastic and if you know me I like to see what else I can squeeze into a marathon weekend this was certainly a full weekend adventure at certainly fits into my appetite to "gulp".   

I must be honest and disclose that I'm actually writing this marathon recap 10 years after I ran the marathon.  Usually the first place I search is my email sent folder to see if I would have written anything and shared with any of my marathons friends.    I found  a couple emails catching up with friends and sharing what I've been up to but not much detail of the race.   I would have to piece my experience back together by looking at photos and digging deep in the back of my brain for what I remember.  

I had traveled with a friend of mine Brian and it occurred me that if I gave him a shout he might be able to help me remember some of the details.   The conversation was quite comical because as he share with me what he remembered nothing he shared with me clicked.   Starting out he said with absolute certainty that we drove 1,001 miles to the start line.  I thought that that seemed a little far, so I asked him if that was round trip, but he said no that was just one way.   I know it was a long drive but I think I would have flown if it was that far, but I just let him continue.  I was 41 when I ran St. George so now 51 and thinking to myself am I really getting so old as I didn't recognize a single story he shared.   I let him roll as I stood there in puzzlement until he said we each got a 10 pound bag of potatoes at the finish line.   I was having serious doubts of my memory, however, a big bag of potatoes I would have thought I would have remembered.   This is when I realized he was actually thinking of a marathon he drove to with another friend all the way to Idaho which explains both the long distance, all the other inconsistencies, and of course the bag of potatoes.  

Two of my best friends ran St. George Marathon, John in 2001 and Mary in 2004.  They both praised this race so I had know for 10 years when I finally made it to Utah that St. George was going to be my marathon.  Besides, one of my marathon bibles showed St. George as a fast downhill course so I thought it might be an easier course.   Now living in Los Angeles it was accessible by car and 370 miles away (not 1,001!) or just 2 hours past Las Vegas.   St. George makes the perfect marathon weekend road trip, especially when your friend likes to gamble as the route passes directly thru Las Vegas in both directions. 


While most marathons are Sunday races, right in the heart of Mormon country, this is a Saturday race.  In order to drive we would have to leave Thursday in which we made it to Vegas the first night.   My good friend Greg has probably recently visited Zion National Park and talked about a famous trail called Angels Landing.  We figured Zion is only about an hour outside of St. George so it might just be possible to stop by the marathon expo on Friday and then continue on to Zion for the afternoon/evening to hike this trail.  I would then run the marathon on Saturday morning and then afterward we would head back to Vegas for a Saturday night and then return back to Los Angeles on Sunday.   Sounds like the perfect plan, right?  

The last marathon I broke 4 hours was the Boston Marathon way back 3 and a half years ago in 2006.  This was a strange couple of years in my marathon history.   I had been busy because after Boston later that summer I was an Ironman Triathlon finisher  in Coeur d'Alene.   2007 I moved to Los Angeles and in 23 years this was the only year I wasn't able to run a marathon since I started my 50 state quest.   I came back the beginning of 2008 an ran Mississippi Blues marathon 20 minutes slower followed by also competing in 2008 in Hawaii for the Ironman World Championship.   

I started to improve my fitness in 2008 training for Kona and I continued in 2009 by doing a couple other fun activities.  Perhaps not your ideal marathon training plan, however, I'm a big fan of cross training so these two activities played perfect into my training.   First, the middle of August  I spent a week cycling in Colorado.  I was at my best adult weight of 164 lbs.   The high altitude cycling was a heart burning and leg searing torture.   I followed a couple weeks later by climbing Mt. Whitney over two days the first week of September, which gave me only 1 month to switch to marathon training.




Thursday, two days before race day, mid afternoon with Brian and I headed toward Vegas.   My only friend I can call with a couple days notice and say, "Hey, I'm passing through Vegas, you get 2 nights there, free hotel, free gas, wanna come".  


We spent Thursday night in Vegas, had dinner at Paris buffet, took in a show, and in bed by midnight.  Friday a.m. drove to St. George and did the expo, and were surprised only 37 miles to Zion, so we bolted and made it to the National Park mid afternoon. 



We hiked the Angels Landing trail that Greg told us about before joining us at Whitney.  The description is 5 miles, 4-5 hours round trip, and classified extremely strenuous, with 1,400 feet vertical and signs extreme danger of falls on the exposed cliffs.  Perfect hike the day before a marathon!  (kidding)  We made it to the summit in 1:06 minutes, 6 minutes slower than Greg did last month, but broke for many pics, snacks, and bathroom.  After a nice dinner near the National Park entrance we ventured back to St. George, and in bed later than I would have liked!   Note, if you are thinking about running a PR, probably not the best idea to do a hike like this the day before a marathon.  On the contrary, trying to do this after the marathon would have been impossible!
St. George is a point to point marathon, so a wave of school buses line up and take the runners to the marathon start.  Wake up call 3:30 mountain time (2:30 pst, ugh).  Brian dropped me off at bus shuttle to start in the dark.  The course is supposed to be downhill and fast.   The buses chugged up a highway up to an elevation of 5,240 ft.   (the finish line plummets all the way down to 2,680ft.)   5,000 feet in October makes for a cold morning and marathon start, however, the joys of this race include a long series of bon-fires that are raging to keep the runners warm until the buses can bring all the runners to the start line.
Fires were loads of fun, had one LDS guy at my first fire that tried to convert me!  Fire was great, but soon started to die down, so I would move onto the next fire which was started a few minutes later and which was producing more heat than the one that was dwindling out.    While tired from lack of sleep and a little cold, I tried my best to relax until till race start.


As the gun was fired to start the race at 6:45, I started off slow with strategy to taper from there!  Ok, really felt great all morning.  I never pushed hard until mile 23 and I realized I might be able to break 3:50.  I finished 3:49!   While the course is mostly downhill, there are a few sections that climb back up as well as rolling hills that were all challenging.   Not to mention the thin air, but time in Colorado as well as Mt. Whitney were paying off and the lungs and legs felt pretty good all day.  
 
Another great part of the trip was the E. Veterans Memorial Highway between the Arizona border and St. George where you pass through a notch and the scenery is just marvelous.  We took my BMW M3 which tore thru this pass like it was on rails!   Much thanks for Brian driving back after the race.

Saturday night back to Vegas we checked into Terrible's Hotel & Casino for another night out with Brian.  We had a great dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant and he played Texas holdem until another show we got tickets for at 10:30.  Afterward he went out and I went to bed!  Came home Sunday morning to see the girls, back by noon!




1. 8:45
2. 8:42
3.  8:09
4. 8:36
5. 9:09
6. 8:45
7. 9:28
8. 9:58
9. 9:01
10. 9:08
11. 8:37
12. 9:08
13. 8:37
14. 8:57
15. 8:32
16. 9:03
17. 8:46
18. 9:04
19. 9:44
20. 8:46
21. 8:29
22. 9:02
23. 8:41
24. 8:47
25. 8:45
26. 7:17
..2. 1:36

Friday, September 4, 2009

Mount Whitney, Califorina (14,494)

23th High Point Visited
2nd Highest State High Point
8th Most Difficult

summitpost.org
wikipedia.org





Ever since the crazy idea of visiting the high point of every state and especially after knocking off Mt. Elbert in Colorado and Mt. Rainier in Washington I’ve had a burning desire to climb Mt. Whitney and add not just another state, but 14’er as well to my list of accomplishments.

As destiny would have it, moving to Southern California the end of 2007 would set things in motion.  With qualifying for Kona in 2008 adding Whitney to my plans were out of the question the first full year residing in California, but in 2009 it was the only thing in my sights for the summer.   Planning to hike Whitney is something that takes nearly a whole year to plan. 
 
First is getting a permit, because of the high demand you must have an itinerary well in advance, in this case February a reservation request must be made.   You must choose up to 6 dates in order of preference.  I inquired with a few friends who I thought may be interested and recruited a friend, Greg Bachman, from Ohio who we once ran Pikes Peak Marathon together in 2001.  Ironically we both summited Mt. Elbert a few days before Pikes Peak independently of each other.    Also my good friend Brian Schott, one of our first friends in California was up for the challenge.  Lastly, I learned our youth pastor at a church we attend was a marathon runner so also invited him for the festivities.      Greg preferred to climb on a weekday to hopefully have less traffic on the trail and it’s recommended to climb under a full moon in case you end up on the mountain at night it’s easier to navigate.

Greg and his wife Maureen visited us in California in February.  They actually spent a night in Lone Pine a few days before arriving in Los Angeles and got a sneak peak of the road that leads to the trailhead, but were turned around because of heavy snow.   We hiked in the San Gabrielle’s a short hike so they could see my play ground a few miles from our home and we could gauge our fitness and what we all needed to do before September.  Greg provided me with a copy of the climbing guide of Mt. Whitney which has plenty of good information of the trails and history of the mountain.
Brian Schott shared with his friend Ing of our plans and also recruited her to join us.  Throughout the summer Brian, Ing and I enjoyed several climbs of Mt. Baldy preparing for our adventure to Mt. Whitney.   Our first climb took us to the Sierra Hut on the Mt. Baldy trail.   Another adventure took us to Chantry Flats and the back side of Mt. Baldy.   Brian’s friend Ing got involved with a “meet-up” group and spent many weekends preparing on her own.   She probably was in the best shape of all of us.  Brian and Ing learned of a seminar at REI on climbing Mt. Whitney, so we attended to gain any information that could help us.

I met Matt Glassier through work at Canon and learned he climbed Whitney over a couple days in 2008 and had planned to go again this time in 1 day in August.  Matt and I were able to climb once together to the 10,068 ft summit of Mt. Baldy.   We went up past the Sierra Hut and took the Devil’s backbone to the ski lifts and returned to the parking lot via the lift.    I felt like I was in superior shape to Matt and was comfortable with my training when I learned Matt made his successful 1 day ascent of Mt. Whitney. 

My brother-in-law invited me on a Colorado cycling trip for 5 days of cycling the Rocky Mountains.  What better way to prepare for Mt. Whitney than spending a week at elevation only 2 weeks before our climb.  I immediately accepted John’s invitation to ride.   John and I are always challenging one another so most of my summer I actually spent in the saddle training for Colorado.   Our 5 days of cycling climaxed with a 32 mile ascent of Mt. Evans, the highest road in America.   

During the Colorado excursion I for the first time tried the drug Diamox which is used to treat elevation sickness.  Ends up taking 250mg 2x per day starting 3 days before traveling to elevation limits the body’s negative reactions to high elevation.   I found that this defiantly helped me.   Each of my previous 3 experiences at 14,000 feet I felt limited in my ability to breathe and perform.   In Colorado I felt strong even a top of Mt. Evans.   The only drawback to the drug was it made carbonated beverages taste like a nasty roll of quarters!

So finally the week of our climb!   The plan was to meet at my house on Wednesday morning and head toward Lone Pine.   Brian, Josh, and I loaded into Josh’s mini van and were off.   Greg flew into Vegas a couple days earlier and spent a day in Brice National Park and would meet us in Lone Pine.   Ends up we arrived in Lone Pine within ½ hour of one another, met at the visitor center, Greg had already picked up our passes so we did a quick tour and headed to lunch at the local pizza parlor before driving the 13 mile road up to our 1st night camp at the campground near Whitney Portal.  
The road literally goes straight up the mountain and takes you from 3,700 feet to nearly 8,300 ft.   Acclimatization is very important for climbing, so coming from sea level in Los Angeles a night at 8,300 helps your body adapt for the long climb up to over 14,000 ft.    We set up camp, hiked up road to the Mt. Whitney Portal store and headed back via the Whitney trail which parallels the camp ground and dumps us right at our camp site.  We could already feel the elevation, but this was good for us!

We decided to drive back to town for dinner.   There are not a lot of choices for food so we searched for the busiest place.   A Wednesday night in the mountains there wasn’t a line anywhere!   I don’t know what happened to me, but I had no appetite, but knew it was important to eat and drink.   I tried to eat but ended up after a bite getting sick and not knowing if I would be able to hike the following morning.  I woke in the middle of the night was able to take in some food and miraculously,  Thursday morning, I awoke like the day before had never happened.

We packed up camp and headed to the trail head.  Paving the way to our high camp at 12,000 feet was myself, Brian and Josh.   Ing was to arrive Thursday about noon and catch up with us at high camp and Greg had planned to do the 1 day summit.  Greg’s plan was to to leave the Portal at 3 a.m. and meet up with us on the 99 switchbacks above high camp in the morning.  

I think we finally began the trail about 10:30 a.m. and had planned on trying to hike an hour then break for 15 minutes.  Josh and I were pushing Brian a little and we ended up taking a few short breathers before we reached our planned break after an hour of hiking.

The terrain continued to change as we climbed higher.   Eventually Brian waved us on so Josh and I pushed onward to high camp by ourselves.  I think Josh and I made the 6 mile hike to high camp in less than 5 hours.   There is a scale at the trailhead and my pack was 43 lbs, Brian and Josh’s were about 37.   Ends up there was plenty of water all the way to high camp so the 3-5 liters of water we carried were unnecessary and we could have filtered as we climbed.   Brian rolled in about an hour after Josh & I.   Josh and I had already set up our tent so helped Brian with his.   

We choose to cook freeze dried camp meals, so we just boiled water to add to the packet and dinner.  After the night before, food  never tasted so good!   Shortly before dark Ing rolled in by herself and joined our camp.    Now camping the highest I’ve ever slept (at 12,000 feet) we were concerned with the weather.   The report was for 20% thunderstorms both Thursday and Friday.   Thunderstorms are common on mountains after noon.   Clouds rolled in Thursday afternoon but Thursday night the skies were clear.   I remember waking up in the middle of the night and the moonlight was so bright it seemed to penetrate the tent in that I thought it was morning.   I stepped out under the moonlight to use the restroom and was awestruck with the majesty of the high peaks on all sides of us and the way the moon lit up the canyon.   

We set our alarms for 6 a.m. and planned to hit the trail by 6:30.   We hadn’t seen Greg yet and the plan was to leave without him if he hadn’t made it by 6:45.   All four of us made our way through the 99 switchbacks.   We peered down and could see most of the switchbacks below us and recognized Greg moving toward us.  We yelled and greeted one another.   Greg caught us right at the trail ridge at 13,600 feet.    We had been blocked from the wind up until this point, but as soon as we reached the ridge we were blasted by the cold air.  We added layers and couldn’t help to notice the grey skies.   We didn’t want to be high on the mountain in a storm and especially on the summit so the plan forward was to make a rush for the summit, take a few photos and turn around immediately and get back down to a safer elevation.   

Our plan in the morning was to stick together until Greg caught us and then if Brian and Ing wanted to slow down we would meet them on the summit.   Greg, Josh and I pushed along the very rocky trail along the ridge to the summit.   On the ridge is the first time you actually can see all the way to the summit and we caught a glimpse the first of the storm shelter on the summit with about 1000 feet left to climb, or roughly an hour away.   We made 5 mile hike to the summit by noon and kept a close look at the grey clouds.   There was a dark patch way off in the distance, so we didn’t spend much time on the summit, just enough time for a few high fives, a couple photos, and started back towards high camp below.   

Just as we made our way past the storm hut on the way back down, it began to snow.  The wind was blowing hard so the corn snow pelted us.   We passed Brian and Ing still on their way up and paused to share some extra water we had carried up that we thought they would need.   After a quick refill and another high five, we pretty much started a full jog from the summit towards a safer location from the storm which was now upon us.   Now to really freak us out we heard 2 separate cracks of thunder, but a bit relieved that we never saw a lighting strike to know exactly how far away the sound came from.   

We continued to rush down the mountain in the snow, but the flat part of the summit soon became a little more technical so we had so slow down.   Also nearly 2 inches of snow had accumulated on the trail that was clear just moments earlier.  It was still easy to find our path, but footing on the wet and slippery rocks was dangerous so we had to slow down.   The storm seemed to pass and now we felt as if we didn’t need to descend in such a hurry.   We even paused to get a few good shots on the way down that we didn’t take on the way up.   I had expected the last hour of the hike to the summit to be more technical than what it was.  There was never a section where we needed to scramble.  There were a couple narrow areas where there were sheer drop offs on each side, but I never felt any danger of falling in these areas.   

To keep ourselves entertained we counted the switchbacks on the way down.  I think Josh had the odds and I had the evens and we would shout them out every time we took a new turn.   Yep, 99.  Greg was with us to keep us on track a few times when we lost count!  We made it back to high camp and as planned decided to cook lunch while packing up the tents.  Greg was traveling light weight so decided to press on without us and meet us later at the hotel.

Brian and Ing showed up and shared with us their adventure which included 15 minutes in the shelter on top while they waited for the storm to pass.    The four of us started down the trail together.   Our packs were lighter on the way down and we all had about 1 liter of water which we filtered a couple more times as needed on the way down.   Josh was feeling strong and pushed onward by himself and Brian, Ing and I took a more leisurely pace back down the mountain.   Brian’s knee was bothering him, my ankle was bothering me that I sprained somewhere along the way, so we both took advantage of any good place for a break!   

We  made it back safely and even managed to get a few more good photos on the way down.   We had all look forward to a cheeseburger at the Whitney Portal.   Josh was at the trailhead and had arrived back at the car about an hour before us.   We were all excited to have some real food prepared for us and even ordered a beer apiece to wash them down!    Funny thing is that none of us could finish our beers, but there were no leftovers of our food.  

We met Greg at the hotel and cleaned up.  We were all in the mood for some desert so drove into downtown Lone Pine for a taste-tee treat!   We stumbled upon the Youth Hostel and had and interesting conversation with the clerk.  I even found a 50 states mountain guide that I hadn’t seen before to help with planning our next adventure!