tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82340164655225290642024-03-13T14:44:32.699-07:00Winnipeg barefoot RunnersWe are a running group with a focus on running bare feet or using minimalist footwear. Shod and shodless runners are welcome to join us for our Sunday early morning runs. Location to be announced weekly.Gailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450032798106679813noreply@blogger.comBlogger263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-49344728745786675412014-11-20T14:45:00.003-08:002014-11-20T14:45:53.319-08:00EC100: My California Adventure<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The third week of October I had the opportunity to take part in an
adventure like no other, one that I remember for the rest of my life. The </span></span></i></b><a href="http://www.100ec.org/"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">100EC Urban Ultra Marathon</span></span></i></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> is not
your typical 100 mile race, there are no dirt trails, no single track and
definitely no wildlife beyond the elusive bikini clad beach bunny and the shy
but ever smiling and happy local nightlife. This is a race of hard surfaces,
from concrete sidewalks and the Los Angles floodway system, to the asphalt
roads and bike paths, to the paver stone beach boardwalks and wooden trestle
bridges along the route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hard
surfaces test your body and soul like no other, the constant jarring of your
joints as you make your way along the route is a testament of your resolve for
pain, there is no relief it just carries on and on until the finish line at the
foot of the famous Santa Monica pier and ferris wheel. Such is the life of the
urban ultra, you push forward with your only thought being that big wheel that
goes round and round spinning in your head as the ultimate sign that you have
done it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now sure I have done some crazy races that most people look at me and
shake their head in disbelief that I run them barefoot (or at least start
barefoot prior to methodically upgrading my footwear), but this one is an
experience like no other. The run is put on to support an amazing organization
in the United States called the 100 Mile Club. The 100 Mile Club is a national,
school-based program with the goal to run or walk 100 miles during a school
year. The program also teaches kids life skills, goal setting, and self-esteem
while making physical activity a healthier habit for life (sound familiar – it
should it is similar to another great cause that is dear to my heart,
Start2Finish through Ted’s Run For Literacy). The founder of the 100 mile club,
Kara Lubin, is an amazing lady who tirelessly helps out from well before the
start of the race to well after along with the race directors Darren and Sandy
Van Soye and the balance of the volunteers who help to put on a first class
event. I have nothing but praise for this event and the organizers, it is an
event that must be experienced in my books.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The race itself starts at the 100 Mile Club headquarters in Norco,
California which is one of the many cities that surround Los Angeles County and
a good 40 miles inland from the ocean that you are determined to reach. The run
goes through 20 cities proper including Anaheim, Huntington Beach, Santa Ana,
Orange County, Long Beach and Santa Monica to name a few. The sights are
amazing in places and just eye opening in others. You run through the richest
areas in Los Angeles like Palos Verdes which runs along the bluffs and among
the largest and most amazing houses you will ever see (makes Beverley Hills
look like the Weston Area), and also through some of the poorest areas
including San Pedro. You get to see areas of Los Angeles that you will never
experience with a tour guide. Running down the Los Angeles floodway or the
Santa Ana River was an experience that I will never forget, it makes our
floodway look minuscule in comparison. Seeing all the homeless (young and old)
really brought perspective to the amount of people that need help in this
world, it was an eye-opener for sure. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once you hit the coast at Huntington Beach the journey along the beach
begins, I was lucky enough to watch the sun set as I was running along the
boardwalk from one city to the next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
route consists of one continuous beach all the way to Long Beach with some
slight deviations when required.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
breathtaking watching the sun slowly disappear beneath the waves. The sights
and sounds as you run the boardwalk was one of the most memorable experiences,
to see the surfers plying their tricks on the waves, the volleyball players
rocking the sand, the skate boarders, the roller bladers showing their skills
up and down the boardwalk was a sight to see, never a dull moment that’s for
sure. After Long Beach you run in land a bit through some of the more let me
say interesting parts of town. Including an area considered to be a bit sketchy
due to the high homeless population, an area considered to be populated by
numerous gangs, a club district (thankfully we passed through here before the
bars let out) and the oil refinery district. It was definitely areas that are
not listed on your most popular tourist destinations. After this you are up
into the hills to view the mansions along the bluffs then finally back down to
the beach for the final leg of the journey. Once again watching the sun come up
as you run along the beach is an unbelievable experience for sure. As I noted
above the run finishes up at the Santa Monica pier after running through Muscle
Beach, Venice Beach, Manhattan Beach, etc. It was amazing to say the least, and
an experience that I will never forget.</span></span></i></b></div>
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for 18<sup>th</sup> place overall. This would be an event that I would love to
support every year if it was at all possible, but at least I know I had the
privilege to run it once and that can never be taken away from me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>A good shot of what I was determined to get my 100 mile buckle and of course my running companion from start to finish. Unicorn power.</strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Yes the barefoot guy is also a supporter of Hoka One One. I love my shoes.</strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>My pacers extraordinaire, my lovely wife Nicole and my good friends Scott and Bridget Herrin. Unfortunately another awesome cog in the pacer team Kelly Leigh was not available. Oh yes that is my son's thumb that you see in the picture. </strong><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-62622987494380798422014-06-25T22:03:00.002-07:002014-06-25T22:03:27.401-07:00Look Out I Am Coming Back<div style="text-align: center;">
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Sorry for the long period of inactivity. I am getting back to it, so you should be seeing some interesting posts coming your way very shortly...in fact the next couple of days. Let the fun begin.</div>
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Your Winnipeg Barefoot Runner's Team</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-84855727792306437692013-05-26T17:56:00.001-07:002013-05-26T17:56:29.675-07:00Keeping Busy: Canadian Running Magazine Articles <br />
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So far this year, I have been so busy with writing articles for Canadian Running, training for my crazy running schedule and work, that this blog was the unfortunate sufferer. I am going to make a honest effort to change that and will be attempting to post something once a week, I will not guarantee what it will be or what the context will be about, but there will be something there none the less. <br />
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This weeks instalment will be the links to my Canadian Running Magazine articles, I know that is not the most original idea, but I am pretty proud of my articles and just in case you might of missed one here they are:<br />
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/05/sections/training/blogs/the-manitoba-marathon-2013-fargo-style/">The Manitoba Marathon 2013: Fargo Style</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/04/sections/training/internation-barefoot-running-day-2013/">International Barefoot Running Day 2013</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/04/sections/training/blogs/boston-a-show-of-support-winnipeg-style/">Boston A Show of Support Winnipeg Style</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/03/sections/training/blogs/running-for-a-cause-up-a-mountain-or-two/">Running For A Cause, Up A Mountain Or Two</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/03/sections/training/blogs/streak-running-it-seems-to-work-for-me/">Streak Running: It Seems To Work For Me</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/02/sections/training/blogs/canadas-newest-winter-ultra-actif-epica/">Canada's Newest Winter Ultra - Actif Epica</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/02/sections/training/blogs/ice-donkey-winter-adventure-race/">Ice Donkey: Winter Adventure Race</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/02/sections/training/blogs/barefoot-running-arizona-style/">Barefoot Running: Arizona Style</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/01/sections/training/blogs/breaking-in-a-new-year-polar-bare-style/">Breaking In A New Year Polar Bare Style</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2012/12/sections/training/blogs/running-to-the-moon-in-2013/">Running To The Moon In 2013</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2012/12/sections/training/blogs/winter-running-barefoot-style/">Winter Running: Barefoot Style</a></div>
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2012/12/sections/training/blogs/why-i-run-barefoot/">Why I Run Barefoot</a></div>
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It has been a crazy year so far with everything that has been going on in my running life and we are only just finishing March. The rest of the year only looks more intense and I am loving every minute of it. <br />
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In case you haven't heard through my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GrizzlyBarefootChallenge?ref=hl#!/GrizzlyBarefootChallenge">Facebook page</a> (and how could you not if you are my Facebook friend), I am currently involved in a little friendly challenge for charity with a event and a local Running Store in Canmore, Alberta. Yes, you heard me right, The Ultimate Fit Centre and Smith Events which puts on the Grizzly Ultra Series has challenged little ol' me to run The <a href="http://www.grizzlyultra.ca/Grizzly_Canmore.php">Grizzly Ultra 50km</a> barefoot in October. The challenge is called, yes I thought this one up all by myself, the Grizzly Ultra Barefoot Challenge with major kudos to Alain Foidart for the awesome logo.<br />
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As you can see there will be a little bit of trekking involved with this one. I even understand there is some type of coal chute or something, lucky I like to get my feet dirty. I will be joined in my barefootness by another barefoot runner from Calgary named Paul. He has been biting at the bit to get a chance at running this, so what better time then the present, right.<br />
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So this is the challenge, I have to tackle and complete this 50km mountain ultra barefoot from start to finish, hmmm think I can do it. I am so sure that I will finish I will even leave my shoes (or Luna's depending on my mood of the day) hanging from the start line under strict supervision of the M<em>aster of Promotions</em> for <a href="http://www.fitcentre.ca/">The Ultimate Fit Centre</a> and chief instigator, Cindy Chiperzak. My partner in crime in organizing this awesome event, who by the way if I finish will have to join me in a barefoot run post race, what fun that will be. With a little bit of convincing and audience participation I might just get Tony Smith (Grizzly Race Director) to go a little bit san shoe too, sshhh I haven't told him this yet. <br />
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Anyway I digress, as I noted I need to finish the event barefoot and by doing so the following things will happen:<br />
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<li>Smith Events will reimburse my entry fee which I will turn around and split between the two charities involved.</li>
<li>Smith Events will pitch in another donation equal to the entry fee to basically double the donation.</li>
<li>The Ultimate Fit Centre will donate the cost of another entry fee to help out the cause.</li>
<li>Plus I am throwing in another $140.00 of my own money at a minimum to help out the cause</li>
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That is $560.00 towards the cause before we even accept a donation from the public.<br />
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Now if I don't finish (which we know will not happen):<br />
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<li>I have to double my donation to $280.00 and I will have to beg and plead with Tony and Cindy to keep their respective organizations donating to the cause. Did I mention I do not grovel very well, so this will be very hard and probably very entertaining to watch, and I am sure that Cindy will probably video tape it or something for prosparity</li>
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The two charities involved are both near and dear to all of us and of course it revolves around kids and physical activity.<br />
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My local charity is <a href="http://www.tedsrun.com/">Ted's Run For Literacy</a> which supports the local Winnipeg chapter of <a href="http://start2finishonline.org/">Start2Finish</a>. Ted's Run For Literacy is a local memorial run for Ted Swain who was active in Winnipeg’s running community. Those that knew him will remember a gentle and patient man. Ted was also an English teacher at Vincent Massey Collegiate. Ted died from heart failure in May 2009 after completing the Police half-marathon. Ted’s Run is our attempt to honor a most remarkable man and his two passions, running and reading. To ensure that Ted's legacy continued, another very passionate educator, runner and blogger Mike Bennett from <a href="http://www.seemikerun.ca/">See Mike Run</a> puts on this yearly event to help raise funds for Start2Finish. The charity itself helps fund afterschool programs in local Manitoba schools that center around helping under privlaged kids learn to read as well as give them a safe place to run while supplying them with a good pair of running shoes and other necessities. This also gives them a safe place to be after school as well. The entire program is supported by teachers and educators that volunteer their time to this worthy cause. This is Start2Finish's Mission Statement:<br />
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The second charity is local to Canmore, where the race is taking place. <a href="http://www.kidsport.ab.ca/index.php?page=bowvalley_home">Kidsport Bow Valley Chapter</a> is a another great charitable organization centred around helping kids participate in organized sports. This is the choosen charity for The Ultimate Fit Centre and also worthy of everybody's support. This is Kidsport's Mission Statement: <br />
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<em>We believe that no kid should be left on the sidelines and all should be given the opportunity to experience the positive benefits of organized sports. KidSport provides support to children in order to remove financial barriers that prevent them from playing organized sport.</em></div>
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All funds raised through this event will go to both charities and will only be utilized to fund the programs as this was my mandate going in and will continue to be throughout the months and weeks leading up to the event. With this we have been very lucky to receive some fantastic support from the running community in general, as I have been able to secure some awesome giveaways and prizes for contests that we will be holding in conjuction with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/GrizzlyBarefootChallenge">The Grizzly Ultra Barefoot Challenge Facebook Page</a> on a weekly basis. A big thankyou to <a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/">Canadian Running Magazine</a>, Ted's Run For Literacy and a few more surprise benefactors that I am currently in discussions with. </div>
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You can also check out my article in <a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/03/sections/training/blogs/running-for-a-cause-up-a-mountain-or-two/">Canadian Running Magazine</a> on this intiative as well.</div>
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To donate to either one of (or both) of these great charities just follow the directions below. Also don't forget to go to the Facebook Page and 'Like' it and Share it with all your friends. </div>
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Thanks again from all of us for all your support.</div>
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Run For Literacy Donations through Start 2 Finish<br />
Go to the following link and follow these very important instructions. <a href="http://start2finishonline.org/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://start2finishonline.org/</a><br />
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So go check it out and join the fun, spread the word and most important of all help two great causesever you can spare. Tax recipts will be provided for donations that are eligable through the websites. <br />
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If you happen to be in the Canmore area October 13, please come out and cheer me on. I would definitely appreciate the moral support.<br />
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I have been meaning to get this up for the last couple of weeks and I am not offering any excuses. Well other than I was out of the country, on vacation, running in the mountains, spending quality time with the family, but other than that, no excuses.........<br />
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I am so looking forward to this event, just think a summer mud obstacle run with, yes, you guessed it snow. What could be a better way to spend a late morning in February but running an obstacle course in Winnipeg with 300 plus of your close friends, plus it is for a great cause in the United Way. Two things that Winnipeggers do very well, host a event for charity and turn it into a party. John Ford and the Swamp Donkey team have outdone themselves once again with this little ditty, there is going to be some uniqueness to the course I am sure, like nothing Winnipeg has ever seen.<br />
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Now this is not the first year for the Ice Donkey event, it does have a pretty storied history, but this is the first year that it is being held in this format. All previous years it has been a celebration of different winter sports and activities to get people out, get them active and to enjoy the winter. For example, last year it was a race incorporating teams that had to complete different disciplines including, biking, running, snow shoeing and skating (not in that order) over a course laid out on a map throughout storied Saint Boniface (the french quarter in Winnipeg). Nicole and Gail ran (among other things) this last year and they had a blast. See the attached post that will take you to another post on Gail's other blog, <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/02/ice-donkey-2012-from-perspective-of.html">Ice Donkey</a> (phew that was a mouth full). <br />
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Another Ice Donkey vet, who I expect to be out on the course giving it his all is my Actif Epica partner in crime, Cory. I expect him out there with his bushy beard, chug, chugging along.<br />
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I cannot wait to see the obstacles and the participant costumes, and I will be sure to bring my camera to capture some of the more interesting moments (which I expect will be quite a few). I know I will goofing it up with my attire a bit, but I do not want to spoil the surprise, you will have to wait until I complete the post race report. Until then, you can guess I will not look like these two (I think they have to much clothing what about you........<br />
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I also don't think I am going to do any obstacle diving like my buddy, Blake who decided to forgo the snow angel and went for a snow plane instead............<br />
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Needless to say, I am excited that this is tomorrow, because it allows me to take my mind off my bigger challenge (not to say this is not a huge challenge, wink, wink, nudge, nudge) next weekend, which I will discuss in a post very shortly.<br />
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So if your coming out tomorrow, good on ya, if your not, I expect to see you out there next year. Because you are missing something awesome tomorrow, what a great day it is going to be, I do expect to be flying high.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-47435116738741806362013-01-15T22:42:00.001-08:002013-01-15T23:03:25.396-08:00The Polar Bare Run: 2013 Edition <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Welcome to the Polar Bare Run</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Cathy posing beside the Race Sign </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>The Polar Bare Run (aka The Frosty Nipple Run), Jan 1, 2013</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Winnipeg, MB</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits : Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>So what did you do on New Year's Day? </em></strong><br />
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Well I can tell you what I did. I ran a great little word of mouth event called the Polar Bare Run at the Formal Gardens located in Winnipeg's Assiniboine Park. This was the 9th year for this get together of runners that takes place New Year's Day no matter what Mother Nature's throws at us.<br />
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The great thing about this event is that there is no fee, you just show up with a open mind and some form of minimal running gear to blast around the approximately 700 metres of frozen road track and have a bit of fun. The typical attire is bikinis for the ladies and the ever popular speedo for the guys, but you do some interesting variations of this as well, including underwear briefs, boxers, formal gowns and a tutu. Yes, you read that right, a tutu, more on that later, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.<br />
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I have run the Polar Bare Run for the last two years, and the weather and wind definitely makes this interesting. Both years have produced base temps below -20 degrees Celsius and dropped it even further with the windchill to the range of -30. It makes for a interesting time for sure. This year was no different with a nice little breeze out of the east, the last sprint when you come around the corner is quite invigorating to say the least.<br />
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But I digress, this year there was about 40 runners out to complete the task at hand. Everybody was prepped and ready to go huddled around the start line in a combination of housecoats, winter coats and whatever else they could find to cover themselves before the call to run. At 8:58, the two minute warning was called and jackets, housecoats were quickly removed and everybody lined up for the start call. I hung out in the back trying not to cause to much of a scene as I removed my mukluks and housecoat to reveal my running gear of the day. A Kate Kift original tutu is a combination of blues and white, I thought it blended perfectly with my blonde hair and blue eyes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Can you spot me in the background, </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>I will give you a hint, I am wearing something blue</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong><br />
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As everybody sprinted off, I slowly picked my way from the back through to the front. I got the usual, <strong><em>'holy crap bare feet that is crazy</em></strong>', to<strong><em> 'Awesome, what a great tutu'. </em></strong>I felt like I was flying as I passed most of the runner's (I personally think it was the shock factor, because normally I could not compete with the majority of these guys and gals) and headed to the front of the pack. My feet were handling the icy conditions well as I B-lined it down the road. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>One of my favorite shots as the runners head down the </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>road through all overhanging trees</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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I was chasing down the first 4 or 5 runners as I hit the corner and hit the wind, holy crap it was a like a smack in the face, I knew it was coming but it still shocked me to no end. I picked up the pace to finish as quick as possible, as I started to realize that the very efficient parks crew had spread salt all over the road. Crap, this was not a good thing for my feet at all. Oh well, grin and bear it, because it was going to be over soon. As I raced to the finish line with my tutu fluttering in the wind, all I could do was smile, I know it was not a official race but it felt pretty good to be way ahead of some really good runners. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Coming into the finish line </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Stephen Anderson-Lindsay Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Sporting a Kate Kift Original </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>and a Grin From Ear To Ear</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Stephen Anderson-Lindsay Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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I crossed the imaginary finish line and continued around the last 300m back to my housecoat and mukluks, by that time the salt on my feet were starting to take a toll on my feet. It is amazing, I can run barefoot in snow and cold temps in the -30's with no issue, but though some salt into the mix and it just eats my feet. Luckily it was a short run so no real damage done, just a couple of blisters that developed on my little toes. <br />
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Here's to another great Polar Bare Run, I know I will be back to take it on again next year. If you want to try something different and fun, this might be for you. Come on out and join us.<br />
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Here are some more pictures from the event, courtesy of Kelly Morton Photography.<br />
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Hope you enjoy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Captain Swamp Donkey, John Ford </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Sporting The Canadian Winter Fur Hat Special</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Cathy still smiling as she finishes this thing off</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Photo Credits: Kelly Morton Photography</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Hey your going the wrong way</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>and A Very Strategically Placed Arm</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>(Made you look, yes he had a speedo on)</em></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Awesome spirit from these two young girls</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>She was definitely smartly dressed.</em></strong><br />
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You can also check out my article in Canadian Running Magazine Online at the following link, <a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2013/01/sections/training/blogs/breaking-in-a-new-year-polar-bare-style/">Breaking In A New Year: Polar Bare Style</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-11157434054627478842013-01-05T19:29:00.001-08:002013-01-06T09:39:15.554-08:002012: A Year In ReviewI don't even know where to start with this one, it has been quite the year for this lil' ole barefoot runner from Winnipeg, Canada. I started off with some basic goals which included running 1,000 barefoot miles, finish a Half Marathon in under two hours and continue to push myself to further distances, I had wanted to run my first 50 miler (boy did I miss that target). <br />
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My biggest intention was to just go out and run, have some fun and hopefully help some other runners along the way. I quickly realized that I am not the fastest runner and will never compete for to many first place finishes. But that being said, my <span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;">philosophy has become, start with a smile and finish with a smile, if I can do that they I have won.</span></span><br />
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Here is a quick recap of the year that was 2012:<br />
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<strong><em>January:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Polar Bare Run: A 650m dash around the Formal Gardens at Assiniboine Park in Winnipeg with a twist. The twist being this is the Polar <em>Bare </em>Run. My running attire for this one was a kilt, hat and gloves. Yes I barefooted it and I am Scottish so you can fill in the blanks. It was a great run until we turned the corner and hit the wind (-30ish with the WC). It was a little nipple-ly for sure. See link here, <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/01/starting-2012-off-on-right-foot-then.html">Polar Bare Run</a></li>
<li>I started my strength and core training with my personal trainer Carolyn. Basically she kicked my rear end into submission and made me all the more stronger for it. How I was going to need all of that later on in the year.</li>
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<strong><em>February:</em></strong><br />
This was where all the craziness started, and I can either blame my wife or thank her profusely, I am not sure which.<br />
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<li>Registration for the Canadian Death Race: I almost fell out of my chair when Nicole asked me if I wanted to put together a relay team for the 2012 race. After I put my jaw back into place, I went into hyperdrive to find a couple of other crazy runners who would want to do this with us. Well I found one, my buddy Dan had wanted to run this as well for years but could not find anybody who was willing to run it. Well that was it, I registered us as a 3 person team and 'Up A Mountain With No Shoes' was born. You could not wipe the smile off of my face for a week. At least until I started trying to figure out how to train for this being flatlanders from Manitoba. See link here <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/02/cdr-training-week-one-two-slow-jaunt.html">CDR Training</a> and <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/02/canadian-death-race-2012-all-signed-up.html">CDR 2012</a></li>
<li>The 120 Day Running Challenge: I started a challenge to run 120 straight days with logging at least a mile. This does not sound like much but it was really not easy to do, there are just some days when you just don't want to run. But that being said I started and I finished. <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/02/120-day-running-challenge-focus-on.html">120 Day Challenge</a></li>
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<strong><em>March / April:</em></strong><br />
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<li>March and April were event free months, just CDR training and logging more daily miles. The real fun began in May.</li>
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<strong><em>May:</em></strong><br />
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<li>The Winnipeg Police Service Half Marathon: This was suppose to be my first sub 2:00 half mary, well it was and it wasn't. But I am ok with that see link <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/05/winnipeg-police-service-half-marathon.html">WPS Half Mary</a></li>
<li>The Manitoba Trail 50km Ultra: This was the long overdue event from the previous year that unfortunately got cancelled due to all the flooding out at Spruce Woods. Dwayne Sandall put on a great event, and one that I will definitely be back to run again. See link here, <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/05/manitoba-trail-50k-spruce-woods-great.html">Spruce Woods</a> </li>
<li>Med City Marathon: This was a great event, Nicole and I travelled to Rochester, MN to run this one. We met some great people, had a lot of fun. We got to run with some awesome barefoot runners including Christian (Maple Grove Barefoot Guy), Katey and Andrew. This was my first above 90 degree F race, it was so hot, I had to be careful not to burn my barefeet. No PB for this one, it was all about the fun.</li>
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<strong><em>June:</em></strong><br />
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<li> CDR Training Camp: This was our first look at the CDR course. An absolute must for runners who seriously want to run The Death Race. Not only do you get to run or bike the entire course over the weekend, but you get to meet other runners who are also running and those that have run it before. Valuable experience to be tapped. Further to this the camp is ran by Dale Tuck the creator of the Death Race with the help of Tracey Garneau, expert advice for sure. Some great friendships were developed at this weekend. See the following links, <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/07/canadian-death-race-training-camp-day.html">CDR Day One</a> ; <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/07/day-one-of-training-camp-cdr-style-cont.html">CDR Day One Part Two</a> and <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/07/canadian-death-race-training-camp-day-2.html">CDR Day 2</a> .</li>
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<strong><em>July:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Where's The Beach? Stead MB: A unique event with a 33km running trail race running the same course and time as a 33, 66 and 100km mountain bike event. Of course I ran the event, because my biking skills suck. It was a blast, and I am definitely looking at doing it again. See the following link, <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/07/wheres-beach-stead-mb-mountain-bike.html">Stead, MB</a>.</li>
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<strong><em>August:</em></strong><br />
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<li>The Canadian Death Race: All I can say is this was bloody awesome, Team Up A Mountain With No Shoes' finished the race, and we all did fantastic. Check it out at the following link: <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/09/the-canadian-death-race-views-from.html">CDR, 2012</a>.</li>
<li>Dirty Donkey 5km Obstacle Race: This was a blast, my local Hash House Harriers run group put together a team for this and we ran it hard and had a fun time completing it. Basically a local version of the Tough Mudder series put on by our Adventure Racer extraordinaire John Ford of the Swamp Donkey racing events. I had a blast doing this barefoot and without my glasses (if you know me I am virtually blind without my glasses), so my teammates had to call out all obstacles and other areas of concern to me so I could make it safely through. Somehow I did make it through just in time for the beer.</li>
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<strong><em>September:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Lost Soul 100 mile Ultra Marathon: This was my first attempt at a 100 miler in Lethbridge, nothing like picking a hard one first time out right. I ran this race with a good friend Scott Burton who 'convinced' me that I should give it a try by twisting my rubber arm. Anyway, I ended up DNF'ing it but I did complete 100km of the event so I was very happy with that. I am going back this fall if I get in to complete it. Let me say I am determined and my knee is not going to tell me no this time.</li>
<li>Swamp Donkey Adventure Race: The original event put on by John Ford out in the Whiteshell Provincial Park located in eastern Manitoba. This event includes a 10km plus canoe, 30ish km bike through trails and a good quantity of running (about 10km) all mixed together with orienteering. Our team consisted of 3 rookies (myself, Gail E and Peter S), who despite the weather and really not knowing what the heck we were doing finished in the Top 15 for the team event. We had a great time, and yes you will see us back out there again trying to improve on our time. Anybody who likes something a little different, this is a event worth checking out.</li>
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<strong><em>October:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Paramedic Fire Fighters Half Marathon: A race that in its first year of existence exceeded all expectations. First of all it sold out not once but twice, as there was such a response the race director, John T had to open up more spots and those quickly sold out as well. Due to this they had to redo the half marathon route to accommodate all the runners. This was a good event from start to finish (just need to make sure they have coffee next year), and I had a great time running with friends and whooping it up with the other runners and volunteers. I also was able to break the 2 hour time I was looking for, well not really just breaking it but shattering it with a 1:53:24 and that includes a good distance of gravel trail. </li>
<li>Following up the WPFS Half Marathon, I ran the Ted's Run For Literacy 10km the following day, where even with tired legs and slightly sore feet I was able to secure another PB with a 52:44. The race directors Mike, Aldo and the rest of the crew put on a great event and lots of money was raised for a great cause. I also got to run with my fellow BRS member Dutchie (Jack) as well, good times.</li>
<li>The Awesome Twosome: A 5 km with a twist, really it a 10 km race with two runners running a 5 km loop in opposite directions. My partner Gail E and I finished 12th in just under 50 minutes combined with me running another PB in the 5 km with a 23:40. </li>
<li>VP of Administration with the Barefoot Runners Society: Still not quite clear why I was chosen for this, but I was honored by them choosing me for this. I just hope that I can live up to their expectations. </li>
<li>1,000 Barefoot Miles Ran: I surpassed the goal of 1,000 barefoot miles ran and finished the year off with 1,115 miles barefoot and 1,836 miles total.</li>
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<strong><em>November:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Selected as The North Face / Canadian Trail Running Ambassador for Manitoba/Sask: This was a great honour to receive as well, I am so looking forward to the upcoming year. See link <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/11/i-really-dont-know-how-to-do-whole-link.html">here</a></li>
<li>2012/2013 Winter Barefoot Running Challenge: Participating in this slightly crazy event that I have been involved with for the last three years. I have surpassed 200 km and have completed a 1.5 km run at -31 degrees Celsius. See link <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/10/winter-barefoot-running-challenge.html">BRS Winter Challenge</a></li>
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<strong><em>December:</em></strong><br />
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<li>Canadian Running Magazine Online: I commenced writing a weekly blog for CRM on barefoot running and they are even paying me for it. This is the latest, <a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2012/12/sections/training/blogs/running-to-the-moon-in-2013/">Moon Joggers</a>.</li>
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Basically it has been an exciting year and a lot of firsts, I have been involved in quite a few articles through out the year, either assisting with the article or the focus of the article. It has been a little over whelming at times but fun at the same time. I have also had the opportunity to write a guest post on a great blog called <a href="http://winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.ca/2012/11/winter-running-my-guest-post-on-daily.html">Daily Improvisations</a>, that I am very proud of as well. As I said it has been a fun year. <br />
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I am really looking forward to all the adventures that will be taking place over the next year that is 2013, as I continue to grow and push the boundaries that little bit more.<br />
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<span id="goog_1345631853"></span><span id="goog_1345631854"></span><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-80156965341171430522012-12-12T18:45:00.000-08:002012-12-12T18:45:28.888-08:00My First Canadian Running Magazine Blog PostIt has been a month of great news as I have been asked to write bi-weekly barefoot running blog posts for Canadian Running Magazine. <br />
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Keep me in their good books go check it out and lets share the hell out of it. <br />
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This is installment one.<br />
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<a href="http://runningmagazine.ca/2012/12/sections/training/blogs/why-i-run-barefoot/">Why I Run Barefoot.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-35450439750135185332012-11-29T22:46:00.000-08:002012-11-30T12:12:36.150-08:00The North Face / Canadian Trail Runner Ambassador's Selected For 2013<img alt="2013 The North Face Trail Ambassadors Announced" class="thumbnail" height="100" src="http://trailrunner.ca/home/wp-content/woo_custom/173-trail-ambassadors-announced-2013.jpg" width="198" /><br />
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I really don't know how to do the whole link thing... so copy and paste it is! Congratulations to Bob on his becoming a Canadian Ambassador for The North Face. That's him in the center photo. you can find the artical at <a href="http://trailrunner.ca/">trailrunner.ca</a> (I hope this link thing works???)<br />
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I am really proud of my awesome husband who has fallen in love with trail running. It is so great to see him enjoy going out for a run...... especially when he used to think I was absolutely crazy for doing so! Well done husband! I can't wait to see you run this next year!<br />
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Congratulations!<br />
NicoleNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833985721985120150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-29929023820805623942012-11-28T14:50:00.001-08:002013-03-26T18:33:08.539-07:00Barefoot Winter Running, Yes Through The Snow<br />
Now I have to start with this, I never realized how difficult is to actually videotape yourself run until I actually tried it today. Throw in running in well below zero temps and on slippery snow with a Iphone, and well you know.........<br />
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Anyway for those of you that were wondering if I was serious about me running barefoot this time of year, here is a video that I took today and a few pics for your viewing enjoyment.<br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">And a footnote (ha, foot get it), the peeling that you see on the bottom of my feet is from minimial barefoot mileage, with all the snow depth, and lack luster spreading of salt, chemicals and sand to the running trails. The peeling has happened to my feet for the last three years and is perfectly normal, my soles are just as durable as before in all the areas that are experienced SPS (skin peel syndrome).</span></em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-33512281291173086492012-11-27T19:03:00.002-08:002012-11-27T19:13:11.316-08:00A Snowy Night Run Through Assiniboine Forest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-18826364189267915442012-11-27T10:06:00.005-08:002012-11-27T10:06:57.264-08:00Winter Running: My Guest Post On Daily ImprovisationsAs promised, here is my Guest Post on Daily Improvisations, I hope you enjoy it. Also please do feel free to leave comments, in fact I encourage it as I am always interested to see what your opinion is.<br />
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Thanks again to Laura, for giving me the opportunity to reach a wider audience.<br />
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BobAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-33115058018910521602012-11-24T20:47:00.001-08:002012-11-24T20:47:56.335-08:00Going Up, Up In The WorldA couple of weeks ago I was asked to consider filling a very important spot in a organization that I am very proud to be a member of, The Barefoot Runners Society or BRS for short. I was honoured that the powers that be would even consider me as a possibility to fill a position but least of all a important role like the Admin VP, kind of took me by surprise. <br />
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Here is the link to the Announcement that was posted on the BRS web page, hopefully I can fill the big foot prints of the previous members that came before me and help out in a small way.<br />
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<a href="http://thebarefootrunners.org/threads/welcome-bob-nicol-a-k-a-barefooting-bob-as-our-new-admin-vp.12590/" target="_blank">BRS Announcement Link</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-16674704003599063582012-11-24T14:07:00.000-08:002012-11-25T08:36:10.606-08:00Guest Post on Daily Improvisations <br />
I am honoured to say that I will be a guest blogger on a friend's blog that will be posted on Tuesday Nov 27, 2012 and I am very excited about it. <br />
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I had originally posted it here on my blog, but after much consideration, I have pulled it and will provide a link on Tuesday to Laura's Blog, Daily Improvisations. She has taken my raw material and tweaked the format to make it flow as it was intended, and for that I am very excited as I have seen the finished product and it looks good, really good. <br />
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Have a great day of running everybody, I know I will.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-84120414708638242562012-10-07T12:19:00.001-07:002013-03-26T18:33:42.783-07:00Winter Barefoot Running Challenge - 2012/2013<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">The gauntlet has been thrown down,</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Time for the yearly barefoot winter running challenge, 2012 Edition. </span><br />
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We want you to record your <b><span style="color: blue;">BARE FOOT</span></b> running at temperatures <b><span style="color: blue;">below 5°C (41°F)</span></b>, whether you run once or 50+ times. The Challenge is about having fun and exploring barefoot running, in winter conditions. Besides, it's worth all the strange looks and dropped jaws you'll get from the disbelievers.<br />
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Here's how to play: <span style="color: red;"><b>Oct 01</b> 2012 <b>to</b> <b>Apr 01</b> 2013</span><br />
1. Go to this <span style="color: blue;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a class="externalLink" href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Atdzmo_MEqTKdC1zV3BpLVZ3UHp4U2dPeEMzOFVkeGc#gid=0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: blue;">Winter Challenge link</span></span></a> </span></span> (charts are more interactive if you are logged on with Google account ie gmail)<br />
2. Add your <b>Member ID</b> (1st sheet - row A)<br />
3. Add your <b>Country</b> (1st sheet - row B)<br />
4. Add your <b>cumulative number of runs and distance</b> for each temperature range (include Wind Chill --- here is a link to a <span style="color: blue;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.csgnetwork.com/windchillcalc.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: blue;">Wind Chill calculator</span></span></a></span></span>)<br />
5. Add your <b>coldest run</b> (temperature and distance)<br />
6. Check out the '<b>Stats</b>' sheet to see how everyone is doing<br />
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Happy Barefoot Winter Running.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-44607448463321856232012-10-05T19:18:00.001-07:002012-10-05T19:18:54.880-07:00<h2>
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I'm afraid. Totally unprepared! Doesn't this sound familiar? I seem to do
this over and over again, you know the whole thing about jumping in over my
head..... I'm up to so much of this kinda thing this year; I would almost think I shouldn't be afraid?! Now I'm just waiting on some laundry in the dryer, my clothes are set
aside -the blue nuu-muu with leggings, long sleeve tech shirt, Solomon fleece
with Solomon jacket to start the morning (I hate to be cold; even to start) and
a headlamp (blue to match the dress!) black head band to keep my ears warm. In my box of stuff (drop bag), north face
jacket for a change if I need something dry later, as well another long sleeve
tech shirt and another pair of running pants. I also have a hand held water
bottle, second pair of shoes, socks, my glasses (in case my contacts don't
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One thing I'm not really worried about is the food situation! Dwayne has
proven himself in many of the runs I've been to! I'm always impressed
with his thoughtfulness! So I've decided to run without carrying anything to
start, which is unusual as I really like to be prepared (over prepared?). It's a 5km loop with a water station at the halfway point.... I'm
thinking this is a well planned location. I guess we'll see tomorrow. Hopefully
running a loop, I won't even have to be worried about getting lost! for the first
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It was my 5 year old who was so excited as we left for school. He walked outside and was sooo happy to catch snow on his tongue that in the 10 minutes we took to walk to school I had a change of attitude myself! I was now able to envision some of the pictures from the Winnie the pooh books, <strong><u>The Blustery Day story!</u></strong> SOOOOO WINNIPEG! Of course having that thought in my head I was able to look for adventure, intrigue, and my friends! Thursday was awesome!</div>
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I had truly intended for this post to go out very quickly after we finished the Death Race, but everytime I sat down to start writing I started thinking about Lost Soul which I ran last weekend (report to come hopefully very quickly). I was on such a runner's high right after the race that I could not sit still long enough to start typing and when I did, my mind would drift towards thinking about my upcoming 100 miler. So for this I applogize, especially to Wendy as I know she has been chomping at the bit to read this. So here we go.....<br />
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We left Winnipeg at our usual time which is very early in the morning so we could make it into Edmonton as soon as possible. It's always interesting travelling with kids and a dog, because play and run breaks are very important, thus a usual 12 hour drive turns into 14 and sometimes more. As always, we had some interesting moments along the way. We almost ran out of gas twice, once in Saskatchewan (shudder the thought) and once in Elk Island National Park (seriously I thought there was more gas stations along the Yellowhead). Luckily we were able to coast into the gas station both times, phew I really didn't want to start running a long distance that soon I was trying to save my legs.<br />
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I also want to point out that I now know where all the mosquitos disappeared from Manitoba too, holy crap Alberta (especially around Edmonton). It brought a tear to my eye to hear all that familiar buzzing and skin smacking as the hoards of little blood suckers pounced on our relatively unblemished bodies. Five words come to mind, "You can keep them Alberta", they are all yours, we do not miss them at all. <br />
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After we filled up on the necessities, we packed everybody back into the truck and started on our way to Grande Cache, another 4 hours with breaks and we would be there. The excitement was starting to build the closer we got, along with this was also the thoughts of 'What have we gotten ourselves into!' and 'Shit, are we really ready for this?' Nothing like a little bit of self-doubt before the biggest run I have done, like <strong><em>EVER.</em></strong> <br />
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We rolled into Grande Cache to something we were not expecting, cool temperatures and off and on rain. Crap I was really hoping for mid-range temperatures and partly cloudy, but it being the mountains that was a pipe dream. But at least I knew there was going to be <strong><em>MUD</em></strong> and lots of <strong><em>PUDDLES </em></strong>to tromp through, it gives me a slight advantage over those shoe wearing folks who are trying to keep their feet dry.<br />
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We were booked to stay at the <a href="http://www.grandecache.ca/visitors/accommodations/grande-cache-municipal-campground" target="_blank">Grande Cache Municipal Campgrounds</a> for the weekend, but in true fashion, I screwed up and booked us in for Friday night to Monday, this would normally not be a problem but it was Thursday and this was CDR weekend. Well, I am happy to report that the operator at the campsite is an absolute doll and went out of her way to find us a campsite to use for the night. I really wish I could remember her name but as usual, it has disappeared into the black hole that is my name recognition area of my brain (one of these days I am just going to randomly start spewing names out of all the people I have forgotten over the years). It would mean we would need to move the tent to our reserved spot on Friday, but at least we had a place to sleep, all was good. Plus have you ever seen a couple of people walking down the road of a campsite with a completely constructed tent, I am sure it was quite interesting to see as that was what Nicole and I did the next morning, and it didn't even fall apart, as the shirt says above, "Be Impressive", and dammit we were. I would highly recommend the Campgrounds if you need a place to stay, absolutely fantastic.<br />
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<strong><em>Hazel at Campsite No. 1, intently watching the squirrels as they stayed just beyond her leash extents.</em></strong></div>
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After we had the tent up, I went up to the office to find out where I could get some firewood for us, cooking hotdogs,etc over a campstove is just not the same. After a brief conversation with the operator (I seriously wish I could remember her name), I headed over to the wood enclosure to load up my wheel barrel ($10 for a load, pretty sweet deal), a couple of people started coming up to me and saying, "Hi Bob", I didn't think to much of it until one guy started talking about the Death Racer magazine and how I had a two-page article in it, and he went back to his truck and grabbed a copy for me. I was over-whelmed and really did not know what to say, I was contacted by a reporter about a month ago and he did ask some questions, but I was not expecting this. Pretty cool, there I was in a magazine complete with pictures, anonymity is now gone. Guess I was committed to run it barefoot now, oh well, wouldn't have it any other way.</div>
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<strong><em>Our 2 page spread on Team 'Up A Mountain With No Shoes'</em></strong></div>
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As we mulled around keeping ourselves busy and waiting for Dan to arrive, he was flying in and was scheduled to arrive late Friday morning, we decided to head to town to check out the vibe on the street, so to speak. The town was hopping, Death Race flags and shirts everywhere, this was a town that was just busting at the seams getting ready for a hell-of-a-weekend. We started running into people we had ran the training camp with, and I was getting some weird looks and finger pointing, but honestly that was par for the course for the last few years anyway. </div>
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After picking up the race kits and taking part in a so-so pre-race pasta dinner at the hotel, we headed over to the 'Pre-Race Information' session, which was being held at the main stage by the start/finish line. Although it had a lot of good information, it was a little to theatrical for my tastes, Dale Tuck decked out as Dr. Death went through the leg descriptions one by one with a little bit of the 'Fear and Loathing' descriptions of what the runners might face thru the day. Dale sure knows how to work a crowd though it was quite interesting to watch. We also ran into Erick (City Park Runners) who was running Leg 5 with one of the North Face teams, Mark V. of course and numerous other participants of the training camp like Bert, Nikki, Carolyn, Jennifer, Rose and Christian. I know I am missing people again, but such is life in my world, if I did forget you, I apologize profusely and bend a knee to you in forgiveness (I really need to stop reading this Game of Thrones series, its corrupting me).</div>
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<strong><em>Dr. Death (aka Dale Tuck) and the Crystal Skull (trophy for the top finisher)</em></strong></div>
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After a night of not much sleep (like that is unusual), I rolled out of our sleeping bag and started to get ready for the long day ahead. I was full of all types of emotions, excitement, nervousness, anxiousness to name a few. Nicole had been up and was returning from town with coffee for us and Dan (how awesome is that), and she already had half of my pack filled up with the essentials like, a full bladder, energy bars, Vega gels, emergency blanket and my bear bangers. I love my wife dearly, she always puts others before herself but sometimes I wish she thought of herself more, but at this point I was not complaining. </div>
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I was really starting to freak out as I was getting my running gear together and glancing over at the time, I did not want to be late to the start line not for this. So I started running my gear checklist through my head as I ripped through our running gear bag. </div>
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Shoes, ch----, just kidding, I don't need no stinking shoes. Only my backup Vibram KSO's just in case.</div>
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With that, we all piled into the truck and raced to the start line to get me checked in, it was getting late, about 7:40 and I wanted a few minutes to focus on the day ahead without scrambling around to much. As I headed over to the North Face check in area I ran into Lori, one of the many fantastic organizers of this event. She greeted me with a great big smile, and promptly said after looking at my feet, "Why are those on your feet, your running barefoot aren't you Bob?" I smiled and said of course, but I am going incognito until closer to race start time I don't want to freak to many people out. She laughed and wished me luck. I checked in quickly and headed back to the start line where I disposed of the shoes and tucked them away, other runners started looking my way and pointing at my feet and whispering. I just ignored as much as possible and focused on getting into the zone. I got a bunch of good lucks from runners around me as the small talk continued, and I ran into (not literally) Craig from Winnipeg, we chatted for a couple of minutes said our good lucks and buckled down for the start. As the big clock at the Start line clicked down to the 8:00 start, I quickly went through my mental checklist in my head (because out loud would of just seemed crazy). Hat...check; running pack.... check; full bladder....che...ck. Shit, I forgot to go to the loo, oh oh this could be interesting, hopefully my system can hold out until the end of the leg, cross your fingers or legs whatever comes natural.</div>
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At 8:00 we were off, after a slow shuffle out of the gate towards Hoppe Avenue, with RCMP officers in full regalia leading the way. The start of the run featured a quick loop up and back down to the start line where we were off and running. This was when I first realized I didn't have my poles with me, crap of all the things to forget I did not want these to be one of them. As I was cursing my way along, I looked up to see Nicole, like a vision of beauty, standing off to the side holding my poles out to me. With a quick thank you, love you and good luck I was off. Things were going along swimmingly as we carried on up Shand Avenue towards 100th Street (I believe that would be Main Street) and turned to head out of town. I was trying to maintain a even pace for this part as it was all on asphalt and I did not want to blow it early by going out to quickly. I was still passing other runners, to the shock and dismay of them once they realized my feet were bare. I felt like I was surrounded by a herd of buffalo with all the foot stomping going on, I just cringed and focused on nice light steps, be the ninja, I am the ninja........ Then there was Dale Tuck prancing (and I do mean prancing) up the dirt trail beside the road looking fresh and spry, enticing everybody on. This seriously was not a good look for the guy who was sporting black and white face paint, a cape and carrying a crystal skull the night before, did he have us all fooled the night before.All I can say is 'Well played Dale, well played'.</div>
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I was really happy with my pace as we made the turn to get onto the first part of dirt trail, I was still passing other runners, my breathing was good, my feet felt fantastic, I am quite sure my smile was from ear to ear. Then as we entered the woods, the unmentionable happened.... my stomach started to gurgle, crazy noises started to escape my posterior. 'Hmm must of been a squirrel making all that noise', was the only thing i could think of saying as i cruised along the trail, hoping nobody suspected the barefoot runner was letting lethal backdoor breezes escape in rapid fire succession. </div>
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Then all of a sudden it stopped. I wasn't quite sure how to take it, was this just trying to get my system cleaned out of excess gas and potentially take a few of my competitors out at the same time or was it the calm before the storm. Only time would tell. So I figured I would take the opportunity to get some good running done, so I picked up the pace a bit and hit the muddy and wet sections adjacent the golf course with a reckless abandonment. I smiled as runners were trying to find a dry path around the many puddles that frequented this part of the trail as I just crashed right through the meat and potatoes of them. I felt like Wyle.E.Coyote at a Roadrunner convention with the doors locked as I tromped through the endless puddles. I was passing some serious runners and moving up the pack. I know I got some looks as other runners who could not see my feet until I came of out of the water seemed dazed and confused. I got my fair share of comments and well wishes as I made my way. I passed a photographer at one puddle and he went crazy with the photos as I went by I think I was also the only one he turned around to get a picture of me after going by him <a href="http://mkuhnphoto.photoshelter.com/gallery-image/G0000hn_4oKF0mLM/I0000MPPWnms_394/0#.UC-WoRKEsOE.facebook" target="_blank">see link</a>. I'm not sure if it was my crazy speed or my barefeet, I'm going with the speed because I was just flying (wink, wink). It was fun, for a while at least, until it felt like somebody just reached into my gut and twisted my insides into a knot. The gas came fast and furious and loud, so loud. I had no choice but to veer off of the trail and drop the shorts and let the world (at least the poor runners around me) see me in all my glory as i lost every bit of my dignity and cleared my bowels out at the same time. All I could think was I hope I brought the TP, because I really do not want to <a href="http://squirrelwipe.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">wipe my ass with a squirrel</a> as my buddy Jason Robillard would say, or for that matter with leaves. Woohoo the TP was in the backpack complete with a ziploc for the cleanup, yes I am environmentally friendly, i have no issue with shitting in the woods, but I will not leave used TP around, that is just nasty. <br />
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After the 15 minute mandatory evacuation I was feeling much better so I grabbed my stuff and headed back to the trail, a good amount of runners had passed me by this time and I had a lot of ground and time to pick up. All I could think was my 2 hour first leg finish was definitely in jeopardy and I would have to run like gang-busters to get in anywhere close to that time. So I headed out with a bit of grit and determination, my bare feet felt like they were barely hitting the ground as I picked up the cadence. I hit the hills hard, trying my best to let my body go and have my legs and feet try to keep up on the downhill, it was an awesome feeling as I started to pass runners again. Things were looking up as I broke out of the woods at the highway access onto the gravel road prior to hitting the short trail run along the highway. The volunteers were hooting and hollering, and all of a sudden they stopped, then I heard it, the exclamation of "He's got no shoes on as I pounded past them with no concern with the pointy sharp rocks that were underfoot. Show no pain, lift, lift, lift, run like the ninja, was all I was thinking as I cruised by and turned up the trail. At this point I ran into one of my new Facebook running friends, PJ from Wisconsin, we talked a bit while we ran the trail to the road crossing, it was good to finally meet. <br />
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The volunteers were well organized and did a fantastic job of controlling the flow of runners and vehicles at the road crossing, this could of been a dangerous situation with cars trying to get to the transition for Leg 2 and the runners trying to get across the road, but it was 'smooth like butter' as I only had to wait for about 20 seconds to get my opening to take off across the road. <br />
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Things were going well as I felt like I sped through the next portion of trails, and onto the gravel road which at first I was quite concerned with but my feet just 'toed' the tire tracks and I carried on my merry way. With about half of the gravel road behind me, I was slowly catching up on one of the Legends of The Death Race, Dag Aabye, an absolute inspiration to me and many other a Death Racer. Dag is 71 years young and has participated in the last 10 Death Races as a solo runner and finishing I believe 7 of them. The only way I can describe the way Dag runs is, 'Smooth as Silk', he is such a treat to watch as he strides along at a consistent pace. <br />
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I was in awe as I slowly picked up the pace to catch up to him, I wanted to shake his hand and tell him how inspired I was by him, and that I hoped I could be doing what he was doing in 30 years. All this was flowing through my mind as I finally caught up to Dag, we both looked at each other and that was when the magic happened (at least in my mind). We both held our hands to each other and said pretty much at the same time, "I want to shake your hand you are a inspiration for what you do." I was in shock, here was this man who is the epitome of what runners should be, telling me I am a inspiration. I did not know what to say, and then I shook my head and we just shot the shit for a few minutes, it was amazing and humbling listening to him tell me a little about himself. He was also very interested with what started me on the path of barefoot running. It was a amazing experience running and talking with him and I will remember it for a long time to come. </div>
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At this point we only had a few more miles to go into the transition point with a couple of big up's and downs and some really muddy, swampy areas. In other words, fun for me. Absolute treat getting all dirty and not having to worry about the shoes being sucked off of my feet. The poor runner ahead of me, I think that was what she was worried about, as she cringed every time her foot went in and her foot came out with a big sucking sound. I just told her, that I would help her dig it out, if she did end up losing a shoe, at least I made her smile. Then we broke out of the bush to more gravel and the last little bit of distance to the building and hopefully where Dan was waiting. It was a great feeling running by all the people and being greeted by my son cheering me on to the finish. With a quick exchange of timing chip and Death coin, Dan was off to the races for Leg 2. I ended up finishing my Leg One in 2:18:15, definitely not the quickest time in the world but I will take it. As expected my feet performed perfectly, for that matter they performed better than even I anticipated. Now the long wait till my next Leg, that would be Leg 4: The Hamel Assault.</div>
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This was Dan's leg, this was a quick mountain assent up Flood, followed with a crazy 'bumslide' into Slugfest, which brings us to another assent up Grande and a very long descent down the power line and back into town. This can be a very nasty leg, with lots of mud and water in the bogs of Slugfest. It is one of the longer legs at 27km but it gives you some spectacular views and of course lots of mud. Great place to get dirty, and not the place to be if you don't like a little bit of mud on your shoes, or feet or what ever you run in.</div>
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This was Nicole's first leg, a 21 km run from the Start/Finish Line (yes you return to the Start line at the end of Leg 2) shortcutting through town towards the dump and potential bears looking for an afternoon meal, then up the old mine road to the active coal mine and down the highway to the start of Leg 4. Doesn't sound like much does it, well don't be fooled. Even though this is deemed one of the easiest of the legs, it has it's own set of unique challenges and can become dangerous very quickly. I will not even mention the bears, but you end up running down some interesting trails that are covered with lots of loose rocks (prime territory for a good ankle sprain if you are not being careful). The leg also brings you through the valley, which heats up substantially and this year I believe it crossed the 30 degree mark. The heat and the trees above create another interesting phenomenon as well, the sunlight coming through the trees creates this sort of prism effect, which can really screw with your eyes if you are really not being careful, thus the loose rocks on the downhill and the light create quite the tripping hazard. </div>
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Besides these little gems, this is a perfect leg to pick up some well needed time, because there are some great downhills and some flat areas where you can pick up the speed and just go. My understanding that the heat this year knocked a few of the runners on their ass, really drained them just in time to start Leg 4. </div>
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Nicole did awesome on this leg, even though she would say it was to slow, at 2:57. I say she finished it standing and before the cutoff and she gave me over 40 minutes to spare, that was all I needed. I also must say, Nicole was not feeling to well before heading out, it might have been the nerves but none the less, she made it through and that shows how tough the love of my life is. A challenge comes up and she meets it head on. So as Nicole ran into the transition station, I could tell she was slightly relieved that she finished. Although she had to rest up, because Leg 5 was hopefully not to far away.</div>
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I was getting really antsy waiting for Nicole to get in to the transition station, figuring she would be in at around 6:00pm, I was starting to get concerned when 6:05 then 6:15 passed by. I was doing little circles, around and around, I almost think a wore a path into the ground with all my pacing. The great thing about this was that I was not worried about people noticing my bare feet. With all the activity going on, nobody seemed to notice anyway which was a good thing. Because, I am sure the tension was pretty high with everybody and I'm not sure how i would of reacted if somebody would of said something. Trying to take my mind off the waiting, I checked my poles, got my gloves on, double checked my backpack (also making sure I disposed of my little package from leg one, ewwwe), made sure my bladder was working and just kept an eye on the incoming runners so I would not be caught off guard as Nicole came in. At about 6:19, I saw my two boys jumping up and down madly, as Nicole rounded the corner into the transition station, so I started getting ready for a quick osculation, some words of encouragement and a really quick start. </div>
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As Nicole reached me, there was the hand off of the timing chip, the Death Coin (very important for Leg 5), the above mentioned osculation (kiss) and I was off with a bang. I flew out of the transition station to a chorus of, "Hey look it's the barefoot guy" and " Holy crap he really isn't wearing any shoes!". I just focused on the path ahead of me and tried to steam roll up the pathway to the highway and the ditch until I had to enter the trees and the seamless never ending upwards trek to the top of Hamel.</div>
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I was so determined and focused that I just powered up the hill, utilizing a combination of power hiking and running when I could. I passed numerous runners, some looking better than others, some were well on their way to total exhaustion but digging deep to keep moving forward one step at a time. I took inspiration in this, as these runners (the majority soloists) were giving it their all and trying to finish, so who was I not to let them know how great they were doing and how great they were for taking on this amazing challenge. So at that point I made the decision to talk to everybody I met on the way up and let them know how awesome they were doing, its a beautiful thing. Of course with this, I ended up getting the 'Your My Hero' or the 'Your Hardcore' or my favorite 'Your Crazy' (aren't we all) comments thrown at me. The most inspiring moment for me was when I was coming up on this one relay runner, she did not look like your typical runner, a little over weight, dressed in not your typical trail running attire, but slugging it out none the less. You could tell she was putting every ounce of effort she had into this climb, she looked exhausted but determined to not let her team down and would not let the mountain conquer her. I ran with her for a bit to help spur her along, all she kept talking about was my feet and how she was just amazed at what I was doing. All I can say is, thank you for running that day, you are amazing and I hope to run into you again next year.</div>
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As I got about half way up Hamel, there is this clearing in the trees that gives one of the best views of the trail down (showing all the runners at different stages of the mountain, pretty epic) as well as out towards the other mountains, I decided to stop there and take a quick look around soak in the moment so to speak. Just on cue, I opened my mouth and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Go Death Racer", and as my call ended, another picked up and then another, and another. 'Go Death Racer' echoed up and down the trail, it was one of the most beautiful and fitting things I have ever heard. I just stood there and smiled, then I turned and ran on inspired to finish this thing off. </div>
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I was setting a torrid pace up Hamel, I got to the top and checked in after the shale switchbacks, running the ridge line and collecting the flag and getting back in 2:32 which is pretty damn quick, most of the runners around our time were running this in over 3 hours so I was quite proud of my performance. Especially since I spent a little bit of extra time walking the ridge line in my barefeet, I really had to take my time up there as the the rocks were quite pointy and sharp. I also had to get some photos as well, because being on top of a mountain at sunset is the most spectacular thing to witness ever.</div>
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I had originally figured I would put my Vibrams on for the shale switchbacks to the summit and for the summit ridgeline itself, but I was having such a great time and my feet felt fantastic, so I just carried on to the dismay of numerous runners and volunteers. Even stopped to pose for a picture or two, and possibly a proposition about watching me run over the rocky trail again or something like that. I was on such a runner's high, that it did not even concern me I would be going down the mountain as the sun was setting. That was at least until I remembered the Rock Garden that is located a couple of miles down the trail from the summit, this would be absolutely crazy to try to do barefoot in the dark. So with this thought I headed down the long and windy trail off of the summit. I will admit I was a lot slower going down than going up for some reason (yeah didn't make sense to me either), the only thing I could account it to was ensuring I had good FOOTing on the downs, one slip and my run could of been over with a broken toe or a serious bit of trail rash. My intent was to get as far down the mountain as I could before the sun finally dipped below the horizon. </div>
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With a little bit of skill and a whole lot of luck (definitely more luck than skill), I made it down to the flats approximately 5 km to Ambler Loop (a very long 5 km but 5 none the less). Here was a quick check point where the volunteers were stationed to record runner's numbers and ensure they put their head lamps on as the sun was pretty much gone and the darkness had taken over. I must say first of all both my lights sucked, they sucked royally, I thought I would be set with one on my head and the other wrapped around my waist, boy was I wrong. I was having a hell-of-a time seeing anything at all, first I thought it was my eyesight playing tricks on me, but that was quickly disproved when I was running with Barb with her crazy high powered light. So I quickly realized that my lights were grossly inadequate for running trails, technical or non-technical in the dark. So plan B came out, I made sure I was running with another runner or two for the balance of the trail to Ambler then I would re-evaluate. This worked really well, plus I got to talk to some really awesome soloists en route, picking their brains for tidbits of information on training, and them me for the ever popular topic of barefoot running. They never suspected that I was just using them for their lights, it was a perfect relationship. Just kidding, they got me back a little further up the trail when we encountered the lakes that were dotting the landscape of the trail, can you guess who tested the water. I knew you could, of course send the barefoot runner into the water to test how deep and treacherous it is. Not that I really minded, as I happily trudged through the water and mud. Pretty much they needed to find a way around if they wanted to keep their feet dry, was the verdict for most of them. Thanks to Tom, Steve and Pascal (I hope that was everybody, its hard to tell in the dark), I was able to make it to Ambler safe and sound.</div>
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After a quick stop to check in and hitting the aide station for some sugary goodness (got to keep that energy up), I headed out on the 2 km portion of gravel road to the next check in and the trail that loops back to the aide station. I was still barefoot as I headed out, and after about a km and a lot of cursing and swearing (I just could not pick up the gravel very well with my lights), I was starting to think that finishing off Leg 4 barefoot was not in the cards. I could of kept going but at a reduced pace, but I was starting to get concerned with time as I still had 10km plus to finish and the majority of it was on gravel. So with a sigh I sat down in the middle of the road and started to put my VFF's on. I was a little disappointed, but when Jennifer and Nicole a couple of other fantastic soloists passed me and gave me the motivational speech I needed (I still can't believe you went that far barefoot), I brightened up, got my shoes on and got my butt back to racing. Seriously I just finished a mountain summit barefoot and finished about 50 of 60km barefoot on the day, I would say that was a huge accomplishment, and why shouldn't I be proud of that.</div>
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So with that, I cruised up to the next check-in point, not worrying as much where I was stepping, cause my feet were protected by my KSO's. I think my speed pretty much doubled over my previous output, well that might be a bit of a stretch but it felt like I was flying. I quickly passed Jennifer and Nicole, thanking the both of them for getting my mental game back where it needed to be and I entered the trails of Ambler Loop. You know that they added this section on to get the distance because it is the most boring section of the whole 125km, I just wanted it over, so I went quick, not worrying about puddles, just running right through them, wet shoes or not. It also helped that I really still could not see that well so a couple of the bigger puddles caught me off guard and I was in them before I even realized it. This would of not been so bad if it was just me but I was still kind of trail blazing for a few other runners and unfortunately a few of them got wet too, oops.</div>
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After finishing Ambler I quickly checked in and started heading down the last 7km of gravel road and onto the highway to the transition point. This was the longest part of the whole leg for me, it just seemed like it would never end, typically I run a 10km in about 50 to 55 minutes, this race from getting to Ambler Loop to the finish it took me 2 hours and 16 minutes, that was 12km give or take plus a aide station stop, can we say my lighting speed was very much turtle like. But realistically I cannot complain because that first 1 km and a bit barefoot on the gravel took me about 20 minutes at a run, I could of walked it faster I am sure.</div>
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When the endearment of the gravel road from hell finally came to a conclusion, I was so glad that I had only 2 km up the side of the road. I was making good progress and I caught up to another soloist about a half of a km from the finish. Now I am a bit competitive, but I could not bring myself to pass a soloist before a transition station, to me it is just not good karma. They have been out here slugging away and I am just doing two legs, no way I slowed down to let them in first. I did not find this out till later, but the runner I was trailing into the station was Craig D. from Winnipeg. A great runner who I have had the pleasure of running with at the start of the day, Craig finished Leg 4 ahead of me by 6 seconds. Overall I finished Leg 4 in 7:02:32 not bad for this barefoot guy. Nicole would have lots of time to finish Leg 5 (about 6 hours and 20 minutes), unless she got lost or fell off the trail we were sure to finish before the 8:00 am cut off, still no pressure right.</div>
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This was Nicole's turn to shine, she loves running in the dark, and was really looking forward to the boat crossing at the Smokey River. She took off from the aide station with her normal zest for life, definitely feeling better than she did earlier. She headed up into the bush for the technical canopy trail with a bit of a skip and a jump in her step. It brought a smile to my face as I watched her disappear into the woods. I knew she would do awesome, because she sure kicked my ass at the training camp for this portion, so it was definitely in the cards. Sometimes I wish I could of ran with her for this, but I felt I could live vicariously through her for the trip across the finish line. I know she did great because she is my wife and she is the most awesome part of my life. She also never ceases to amaze me with everything that she does on a day to day basis. Let me just say life is never boring with Nicole around, she inspires me to do epic things like this little race. </div>
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Nicole finished strong and ended up running in with another unbelievable soloist named Laura finishing right behind her with the same finishing time (21:54:21), that would be 5:54 in the morning Alberta time. What a experience for everybody involved, this is a Class event and an adventure to remember for not just all that finished but for all that participated. The organizers and volunteers are top notch bar none, and the town comes together to put on one hell of a great event. I now know why runners who participate in this event come back year after year, and I will be one of them. Next year I will be tackling this solo and have already started planning my strategies to make sure I finish. Because I am a Death Racer, and I do not take that lightly.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-22194017103577785512012-09-06T19:59:00.000-07:002012-09-06T19:59:00.584-07:00Lost Soul 100 Mile Ultra MarathonHere we are, the night before Lost Soul and my first 100 miler, <br />
am I nervous - a little; <br />
am I excited - damn straight;<br />
am I ready - as ready as I am ever going to be.<br />
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Here is a link to the tracker system that they are using for the race, if you want to follow along. Hopefully it will be good forward progress.<br />
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Wish me luck.. and see you at the finish line.<br />
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<span style="color: black;">....That is how long until I am a virgin no more, this time next week I will be over 8 hours into my first 100 mile ultra marathon. Of course, I couldn't of picked a easy one either, Lost Soul 100 miler is considered one of the toughest races on the prairies. I laugh at this, as most people consider the prairies flat, well this run is not flat, there are over 17,000 ft of elevation change over the 100 miles. Here is the elevation grid for each lap of the run, remember 100 miles is 3 laps, that last climb to the finish is going to be a killer, not withstanding the rest of the climbs and descents.</span><br />
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<em>Am I looking forward to this?</em><br />
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Well that is a stupid question, of course I am. <br />
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<em>Am I ready to take on this distance?</em><br />
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As ready as I am ever going to be, I have played through this in my head a <em><strong>'Hundred'</strong></em> times mile by mile for the last 3 weeks. I will be running this race first on strength, then heart (or passion) and then finally on guts and determination. I am sure I will want to quit numerous times throughout the run, but I am a stubborn son-of-a-bitch (no offence mom), and I just will not allow myself to do that. I am expecting to experience pain, lots of pain, hallucinations, serious fatigue and doubt in my abilities, and more pain. But I will persevere, because I believe I have found my bliss, running long and far and pushing my body to the limit and then seeing how much farther I can push it. It will be a test of wills, my brain saying, "Go on you can do it, you are a rock" while my body tells me, "Are you bloody well insane, I've got nothing left". It will be a battle, that is for sure, but I am determined to push myself through to the end. Besides, I will not be alone, a good friend will be with me, Scott Burton, another 100 miler virgin (yes we travel in groups), together we will be pushing each other along and motivating each other to finish.<br />
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<em>Am I insane?</em><br />
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Yes, yes I am, everybody who I talk to thinks so, and maybe they are right. We will just have to see how that turns out. <br />
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<em>Am I going to run it barefoot?</em><br />
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YES, for as long as I possibly can. Will my feet survive? I honestly do not know, I ran up and down Mount Hamel including the summit barefoot (oops, teaser from my future CDR blog post), so I know my soles can handle it, but for 100 miles? That I do not know, and is yet to be seen. Will I be the first to complete a 100 mile Ultra barefoot? That I am not sure about, there must be others out there, but I do know if I do complete it barefoot, I will be in the minority, one of the few to overcome and conquer the distance and barefoot to boot (pun intended).<br />
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I have been giddy with excitement, ready to boil over at the seams as I have been counting down the days to this point. I have been so engrossed with this run that I haven't even posted a new blog since before the Canadian Death Race, which I have still yet to complete and post, and yes that was epic and the story will be told, but it will be a little later.<br />
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So here I am, sitting and counting the days until next Thursday when I board the plane for Alberta and the new adventure that I am partaking in. I have a lot of nervous energy right now, most would probably say I should be tapering and resting but I cannot seem to do that. I have been running everyday for the last 20 days and have only missed one or two days in the last 200 plus days. I have been running in the heat of the day, at night in the dark with no headlamp, going out when I am tired and not sure if I have the energy to make it down the front stairs, running our husky so she pulls me and makes me speed up when I don't want to and slow down as well. Prepping for any possibility is very important as I do not have any idea what is going to happen or how my body will react to this. My last thoughts are..............<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Get 'Er Done.......</span></em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-83557403808072667842012-07-23T11:09:00.001-07:002012-07-23T11:11:16.428-07:00Jumping In the Deep End With Both Bare Feet : Lost Soul 100 Miler Ultra Marathon<table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 640px;"><tbody>
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So I have been humming and hah-ing about upping the ante this year, and doing 2 legs of the Death Race is definitely doing that. But, I also wanted to really get out of my comfort zone by going all out and trying a 100 miler. Now this might seem pretty silly to some, as the longest I have run in a race situation is 50km but lets just say I was inspired by a couple of fantastic runners who were in the same place that I currently find myself in.<br />
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Vanessa Rodriguez of <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/" target="_blank">Vanessa Runs</a> and her other half, Robert Shackleford affectionately known as Shacky ran their first 100 miler this spring, see the first of Vanessa's blog posts on the achievement <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/2012/02/21/rocky-road-100-mile-race-report-part-1/" target="_blank">here,</a> followed by <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/2012/02/24/rocky-road-100-mile-race-report-part-2/" target="_blank">Part 2,</a> <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/2012/02/24/rocky-road-100-mile-race-report-part-3/" target="_blank">Part 3,</a> <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/2012/02/27/rocky-road-100-mile-race-report-part-4/" target="_blank">Part 4,</a> and finally <a href="http://vanessaruns.com/2012/03/02/rocky-road-100-mile-race-report-part-5/" target="_blank">Part 5</a>. These are a awesome read and a good way to get a unique perspective from inside the head of a Ultra Marathoner who is finishing their first 100 miler. Plus Vanessa is such a good writer, she makes you feel like you are right there with her.<br />
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A friend of mine, Scott decided a few months ago that he was going to tackle the 100 miler this year, this will also be his first, and has been training relentlessly since. I have been reading and talking with him about his progress and in the back of my mind weighing the pro's and con's of jumping in as well. First, I was trying to figure out how I could help him crew and maybe be his pacer for the last lap, that seemed possible. The logistics would be interesting because we are both from Manitoba and I would need to get there, secure accommodations and of course take some time of work. Then I started to think, <strong><em>Could I actually run this now and finish? </em></strong>I was originally thinking and planning where I could try a 100 miler next year, but the more I thought (sometimes this is quite the process, I am blonde you know), why not this year. I kept all this to myself for the last month or so, not really sure if I wanted to seriously consider it or not, there was some serious logistics to be thought out and I wanted to make sure I was really committed to this. Of course this would mean my lovely and very talented wife would be left with the kids for a few days as Daddy travelled to Alberta, ran a crazy distance, then travelled home in total disarray and would be probably be pretty much useless for a couple of days afterwards. I love Nicole like crazy, because she is totally supportive in whatever crazy ass thing I decide to do, including this one. <br />
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I am super excited and nervous at the same time, once we finish the Death Race August long weekend, this will be the focus, so hopefully all my friends don't want to shoot me by the time I leave for Alberta, because I am sure it will be the only thing I want to talk about. <br />
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Wish me luck this is going to be a crazy ride, and I will be hanging on for dear life.<br />
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Course Map from the 2009 Race <a href="http://www.lostsoulultra.com/2009_ULTRA.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07174888795613317148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234016465522529064.post-41225545370106795732012-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:002012-07-22T09:07:40.482-07:00Where's The Beach? Stead, MB - Mountain Bike Enduro Event Trail Running StyleOn July 1, this year I signed up to take part in a little Run, Bike challenge in Stead, MB. Basically a 33km trail run taking place during a Mountain Bike Enduro Race of 33km, 66 km or 100km. Just couldn't pass it up. It was hotter than hell, and the sand was like running through hot coals but I finished and I finished smiling. This little video was put together by the organizers of the event. I have a very quick double time barefoot running cameo near the end. Had a blast and this is definitely a recommended event if you want to do something a little different.<br />
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What more can you say other than looking at the above Elevation Profile for the Death Race, do you see that really high up to the right of the white line? That's Mount Hamel, it is a epic 6 mile run up to the top (seriously feels like you are going straight up at times) before you crank out a really long down to the start of Leg 5. This leg is 36 kms long with the largest elevation gain. Of course I would make this leg mine, because I really like to go up and the down is manageable in my mind. But I digress, back to the start of the day.<br />
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The day started with little to no sleep, because who can sleep with the a day planned like this, a 13 mile mountain bike ride called Leg 3 to warm the legs up and get them good and tired before tackling my leg, which would be 4, The Hamel Assault. That sounds so cool doesn't it, I think so and that is all that matters. Anyway, as I said sleep was hard to come by the night before, I would be lucky to say Nicole and I got 2 hours between us. What lied ahead and what we just finished did not allow my brain to shut down long enough to drift off. This crazy ass smile just kept drifting onto my face and I could not stop it, I bet I looked like the Joker with that grin, I swear it was from ear to ear. <br />
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As Nicole was running Leg 3 race day, she did not want to bike it (and who could blame her, I probably should of ran it too, as I swear I almost filled my shorts a few times during the ride), so she and a few other runners left a little bit earlier and headed out to cover it by running. But figuring I was saving my legs a bit for my Hamel by biking (boy was I wrong), Dan and I stuck around the hotel and had breakfast while we waited for the bike ride from hell to start. Now don't get me wrong I like riding my bike, I like hills (remember I am from Manitoba, land of the Flatlanders) and trails but I was total out of my comfort zone with this. Supposedly this was a easy ride, but for a relatively new mountain biker, I never learned how to use my gears until about a month prior, it was nerve racking as hell. Anyway I am not going to bore you with the details, lets just say I was never so glad to get off my bike and get ready for some running when we arrived at the start of Leg 4. The only thing I remember was what Dale said at the beginning, "When you are going downhill, be alert to the big rocks, holes and trees on the path, but don't look at them as your bike will go where your eyes are looking, always look for the clear path and your bike will follow." That is so true, but damn it was mind numbing constantly worrying about going ass over tea kettle when hitting that one big rock.End of story.<br />
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<strong><em>One of the many vistas along the way, again I didn't see this either, crap my eyes must of been closed.</em></strong></div>
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<em><strong>Running along the highway to the end of Leg 3</strong></em></div>
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I got my pack back on and prepped myself for the run, as I looked down at my Vibram clad feet, I thought to myself, take them off, keep them on, take them off, hmmm dilemmas what to do, what to do. So I decided, to not to freak out everybody, I would leave them on until I hit the treeline, then I could non-discretely take them off and run free once again. So we were off up the road we went following what we thought was the trail up a ridge and along a narrow path to........... nothing, well a dropoff anyway so that could be called nothing. What the heck, we just started the leg and we were already off course, this did not bode well for the rest of the run, or did it. So we doubled back, down the ridge and back onto the road for a bit more before.... low and behold.... a clearly marked trail right up into trees and straight up the mountain. Right on, here we go, once I hit the treeline, the shoes came off and I felt the dirt track against my feet, the big smile graced me with its presence, then I started running. Piece of advice never run in the woods with a smile on your face, because yes, smack right in the teeth a bug decided to make it home right between my two front teeth, yuck, I swear I was spitting bug parts for at least a mile.</div>
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<strong><em>Oh glorious mud, how you cake my legs and feet</em></strong></div>
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I loved this run up the mountain, there was a bunch of different types of terrain, once we got above the dirt trails we hit rock, lots of rock and stone littering the trail.....<br />
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<strong><em>The irony as we went over the edge into the unknown, well at least unknown to me anyway</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>The mining road as it twisted and turned up the side of the mountain</em></strong></div>
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As I crested the top of Mount Hamel, I just stood there and looked around, I was in awe, firstly because I have seen numerous pictures and videos of this on the net as I was doing my Death Race research and could not believe I was actually here. Secondly, because this is the highest I had ever gone on my own two feet (and bare to boot) and that was a great feeling. Thirdly, because the view was absolutely spectacular, well it probably would of been if I was not shrouded in cloud, what a cool feeling that was.</div>
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So, here I stand on top of Mount Hamel with my barefeet, I honestly thought I was going to be cold, nope I could feel the heat coming off of me as I took in the views. What a feeling, I had just run up a mountain with no shoes on, the week before I was unsure if I could deal with the verticals, now I knew I could do it, and what a feeling that was. Bring on race day, because I am going rock it, and be dubbed the convented 'Death Racer' and hear me roar.</div>
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The crazy thing is while running up Hamel is a major achievement, I still had to go down, and the up was only 10 km of the run, there was still 23 more to go, totally mind boggling. My feet were feeling great, but after the swale switchbacks to the top I figured I would be running on the same coming down, I really did not like that idea to much and would shred the bottom of my feet and I still had another day to go. So I put my Vibrams on for the way down, it was kind of a strange feeling, knowing what I had just tackled and completed, but I like my feet and I figured they liked me so I wanted to keep them. </div>
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The run down was very different, the slopes more gentle the trails winded in and out through the trees as we made our way down, I really could of taken my Vibrams back off but for some reason I was a little hesitant, oh well at least I will have a little bit of protection in case I need it. This was the perfect place to keep practicing with the poles, and I was starting to think I was getting the hang of it as my legs were feeling pretty fresh and relaxed. I was able to start just letting go, relax and running with the hill, unlike my usual 'fight the momentum and tense up as I traversed down an incline'. I was having a blast. Dan caught up to me as I hit a flat and made a stop to have a bite to eat and a good drink, it was good to run with him for a time, running trails in solitude is a lot of fun, but running with a friend is just as much fun. </div>
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We continued on for a while until Dan decided he needed to walk a bit, I on the other hand wanted to pick the pace up a bit and with a quick see ya at the end, I was off. It is such a great feeling to just let go and run, I was having a great time and moving quite quickly along when I heard a funny noise. It was sort of this low rumbling throaty sound that was coming from the treeline, my first thought was crap is that a cougar. I really didn't want to look, but figured it would be smarter to know then not know what I might have to deal with, I really don't like surprises and especially ones like this. So I turned my head and looked into the trees and low and behold there is a black bear about 20 feet from me (felt like it was closer than that) making some really interesting noises and looking right at me. So my woodlands instincts kicked in (I grew up on a airforce base in northern Alberta called Cold Lake and spent most of childhood in the woods) and I started making the same noise back at him (or her) in the throatiest growl I could come up with. It seemed to work, the bear caulked its head and just sat there as I ran by, it did not come any closer but it did continue to talk like it wanted to have a conversation. I obliged with a few more growls and I picked up the pace so I could get as much distance between it and me as possible. I did not slow down till I was at least a km away, and was glad I did not have to clean out my shorts, too close for my comfort that's for sure. Next time I will make sure I have some bear bangers with me, I am just glad the bear speak I used, did not translate into a challenge or something. That would not of been good for someone, and that someone would of been me. </div>
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I got down into the more flatter areas (relatively speaking of course) and saw someone I was not expecting in the not so far distance. There was Nicole moving along steadily ahead of me, I figured she would of been finished and waiting for us at the end of Leg 4 by this point. Oh well, at least I would be able to run with my wife for a little bit as we were not to far from the gravel road and the start of Ambler's Loop. </div>
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Dan with a well deserved beer..... once a hasher, always a hasher......<br />
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The smiling faces of Lori and Dave awaiting us at the Aid Station<br />
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Nicole, Dan and I pose for a great picture.... who's thumb is that? Man I am short or Dan is a giant..... yeah I guess I am short.....<br />
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I ended up making it about another 2 km before the volunteer trucks came flying down the dirt road to start plucking the runners one by one, to see if we could stuff the cabs as full as possible. I ended up sitting in Nicole's lap, I was hoping my bony ass didn't cause her to much pain as we hit the bumps along the way. I think we ended up with 11 in the crew cab and another 4 in the back for 15 crushed runners. Of course there were the die-hard runners who totally refused to get in and wanted to finish. If I only knew that was a option I would of probably did the same, oh well the ride was good too.<br />
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Mountain biking in the mountains is scary business, and I am not sure I like it. <br />
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I ran up Hamel barefoot and am damn proud of that.<br />
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You can really run faster when you are scared s**tless. <br />
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It is surprising what your body is capable of when you think you have nothing left or should have nothing left.<br />
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The organizer's for this race are first class, and I would recommend the training camp to everyone who is thinking of doing this race, I had the time of my life.<br />
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My thoughts for race day, I will start Leg 4 barefoot, and run up Hamel to the shale level then put the Vibrams on for the summit and take them back off for the way down. This is going to rock.<br />
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So if you are running up Hamel or anywhere else along the course and you see some lunatic run by with no shoes, just wave and say hi, because that would be me.<br />
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Go Death Racers.<br />
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I was going to make a separate post for Day 3, but I think I will forgo that with a quick review of the day.<br />
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Day 3 consisted of me running Leg One (not from the start line but from the hotel) out to the trail head and continuing for about 7 km through some 'easy' (relatively speaking of course) trails with lots of mud and water. It was a blast with my bare feet, until we reached the point where we cross the highway, this was where we took up the mountain bikes again to finish the balance of Leg 1. Yes I scared the crap out of myself again with some of the hills, almost went into the lake with the bike and tackled some crazy uphills (one that Dale had to get off his bike and carry it up). Best quote of the day was when we were standing at the hotel before the start and Dale was mentioning not to take any gear with you that you did not need for the run. As he looks straight at me, and says, "If you don't need your gear like shoes for the run, throw them into the back of the truck" Of course everybody looked at me and started laughing. Tension be gone.<br />
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Looking forward to tackling this for real, see you in August for Death Race Weekend.......<br />
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One last appropriate song for good measure.....<br />
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I can't believe I almost forgot this, to top off the epic two mountain summit run on Friday, Nicole and I also joined about 32 or so other training camp participants for a 5km plus or minus night run of the start of Leg 5. This was one of Nicole's legs and how could we pass up the opportunity to run in the dark on the all important last leg of the race. Even with my slightly rubbery legs, I was not going to miss it, because I was bound and determined to see as much of the course as possible over the three days even if it killed me (and that was a distinct possibility, it is called the Death Race don't you know). <br />
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The funny thing about this night run, was at the orientation prior to us starting camp, Dale asked everybody in the room, who was going to partake in this little night time adventure, and about 40 hands went up. At the time Dale chuckled at this, and quickly noted that he expected that by the end of the afternoon that would easily be cut in half. Well Dale, you were not quite right, and I think we surprised him with the amount that did show up. Can we say this camp crew was hardcore, why yes, yes we can. <br />
So at 10:30 pm as the sun was starting to go down we all met at the Hotel entrance to see what Dale and the rest of the team had in store for us. With a little more 'magic' to be performed by the organizers, we shuttled everybody to the end of the 5km run and piled into a vastly smaller quantity of vehicles and headed to the starting point of Leg 5 at the Sulpher Gates Station where we would enter the heavy tree canopy portion of the leg. So as Dale explained what would take place and how important it was if you were running Leg 5 to see what the conditions of running this portion in the dark would be like first hand. The first portion of Leg 5 you enter the 'Canopy', it gets dark quick and the trail is full of tree roots, so keeping a diligent eye and having a very good head lamp is important, or you will be not on your feet to long.<br />
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Dale gave us quite overview of what we were to expect on the trail, from the cat's eye reflectors on the trees to mark the trail (these were neat to see, like a airport landing strip at night), to the tree roots and quick turns, he explained you needed to be aware of your surroundings at all times. He split us up into groups of 4 or 5 runners and sent us on our way, with his catch phrase bellowing, "I Love This Shit!!". Put a smile on my face as we entered the tree line and the pitch black conditions.</div>
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I will say, after finishing Leg 2 today and the chore of Leg 4 the next day, I decided to wear my Vibrams for this 5km and I was glad I did. Nicole and I were testing out new headlamps and mine just sucked, it would not stay in position and the light just bounced everywhere. So as you can imagine I would be running along not really seeing where I was going and damn it, I would either land on a tree root or kick one on the leg lift. I just plain could not see the ground properly because of it and I had to slow my pace down just to ensure I was staying on the trail. I really do not like being at the mercy of a light, but I would have to make do I guess. So along the 5 km I ended up going off trail 5 times, almost missed a turn and went off the side of the trail and down an incline (scared the crap out of me), kicked a dozen or so nasty tree roots and stepped on too many to count. That little bit of protection saved me some pretty good gashes and 2 very sore feet for sure. </div>
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With me trying to make sure I didn't die on the trail, Nicole flew ahead and finished way ahead of me (I blame it on the downhills, because Nicole really likes the downhills), I could hear her whooping and hollering through the trees having the time of her life. I knew this was going to be the perfect leg for her, plus she really wanted to do the river crossing on the boat, so how could I deny her that pleasure. I believe I finished about 5 minutes behind her, and was just glad to be back in a area that I could see. But seriously I do like to run at night, because it adds an element of difficulty and a whole new aspect to the challenge of running. But having the correct gear to assist you is very important, and testing out a new light on a trail you don't know is not a good idea. Lesson Learned.</div>
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After 'I' finally finished, Nicole and I headed back to the hotel for the night to prepare for the next day and the 'Mountain Bike Ride From Hell' and the 'Rise To The Summit of Hamel'</div>
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<strong><em>A look to the south (at least I think its South, I'm not an orienteer or anything you know) from the trail. Can you see the bee that I caught flying in front of the lens.......</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Enter 'Slugfest' This is looking up at the trail we just came down. This is me kneeling and pointing the camera up the trail, i was trying to show the butt sliding slope of the down. You might even be able to see the grooves of many a previous ass cheek that has slide down this hill</em></strong></div>
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<em><strong>On the floor of Slugfest looking towards Grande Mountain. The muddy trail in the photo is some of the driest down in the valley</strong></em></div>
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<strong><em>A view of Grande Cache from Grande Mountain</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Our Relay Partner Dan coming in after finishing Leg 2. This is his leg</em></strong> </div>
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<strong><em>Dale Tuck, our fearless leader bringing in the last runner to the finish</em></strong></div>
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<em><strong>Nicole and Dan looking quite happy for Leg 2 to be finished. Relaxing in the grass</strong></em></div>
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Took a little bit to get some time to start this, but figured it was worth at least a little bit of a post. I was a little bit nervous and a whole lot excited to get the opportunity to partake in this training camp. To get the opportunity to not only see the course first hand before we had to run it in August but also get some inside tips from not only the organizers but also from experienced 'Death Racers' as well made this trip very important to us flatlanders (this was the term that Nicole came up to describe us with during the camp) from Manitoba.<br />
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Nicole and I arrived Thursday night late and Dan (the very important 3rd component of our team) ended up arriving Friday morning about two hours prior to the start of the camp. I can tell you the elevation change if you are not ready for it can definitely play havock with your breathing, so it is very important to get a run in before just to get your lungs used to the thinner air. When you go from an elevation of 240m (786ft) above sea level in Winnipeg to 1,280m (4,200ft) above sea level in Grande Cache before you even start up a mountain, you need a little time to get adjusted. With this in mind Nicole and I went out for a quick (ok, not so quick) 1 mile loop around town to take in some of the great vistas and get our lungs introduced to the local conditions. Wow, what a difference, it seemed like the lungs were working twice as hard for that short distance, this was going to be interesting to say the least. I was actually more tired after that mile run than after I finished my 3 miler in Cold Lake the previous night.<br />
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<strong><em>This was the sunset we were treated to the night we arrived in Grande Cache</em></strong></div>
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After a night of restless sleep in anticipation of the next three days, we headed over to the Grande Cache Information Centre to check in for the camp and 'Face the Day' ahead of us. Suddenly the three of us from Manitoba were surrounded by some seriously fit people and I will be honest, I was a little intimidated, most of these guys and gals had that look in their eye, you know the one that 'I am going to eat you up and spit you out', look. Hmmm, I wonder how they were going to take to this smaller in stature, barefoot runner from the prairies treading on their territory, I seriously hoped by the end of the camp there would be a little mutual respect flowing my way as I start my journey to gain the covented title of <strong><em>'Death Racer'. </em></strong><br />
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The camp started off with a quick overview of the next three days and an introduction to the organizers and volunteer team that would be working out with us throughout the weekend. Dale Tuck, the founder of the race did a spirited speech about the course including the ups and downs that we might experience throughout the race utilizing a little bit of humor and fear that had me wondering what I had really gotten myself into. You could tell that he had fun doing this as the smile slowly got wider and wider as he went along. I could tell this was going to be a weekend to remember and I was going to embrace every minute of it and dig for as much information as I can from him and the rest of the team. The team of organizers for this event were fantastic and you could tell they were happy to be there and ready to help and cheer on at every corner, I can not thank all of them enough for everything that they did. The camp ran like clockwork, the organization skills of everybody involved were second to none. Another treat was that Tracy Garneau (the 2010 Western States 100 miler Women's winner) was involved in the camp as well, and not only were we able to run with her (let it be way behind her) but we were able to pick her brain for advice and hints. She is the best downhill runner I have had the honour to see run, and Nicole was bound and determined to get some downhill running hints from her as well. <br />
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We started off the camp with a quick bike ride from the Information Centre to the start line and then a quick loop of the first part of Leg One to give us a feel for the course. I think this was also to get the blood flowing in the legs for the real true start to camp which was about an hour away. We tackled a pretty good downhill on the bike which honestly scared the crap out of me, I just thought to myself this is easy, this is easy and hung on for dear life. The funny thing was this was on a asphalt road and not even a rocky trail, boy I was not going to like the bike portions of the camp. As well you know if you go down a big ass hill, you also have to go up it. Let us just say, my quads were feeling the burn as we finally crested the hill and headed back to the hotel to drop off the bikes. Once I cleaned my shorts (scared the crap out of me, ha) and put the bike away we jumped into the truck and headed back to the information centre for our first run of the camp, Leg 2. Leg 2 consists of 2 mountain summits, first there is Flood Mountain and then over to Grande Mountain through the domain of Slugfest, if you don't want to get dirty then this is not for you. There is nothing like running up and down two mountains before supper. <br />
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Once we dropped all the cars off at the end of Leg 2, we crammed everybody into a few select vehicles and headed out to the start of Leg 2 south of town. This was where the first of many 'Feats of Magic' performed by the organizers and volunteers happened. The mysterious car drop and they magically appear at the end of the run, ready for us to go. As I said earlier, the coordination and logistics of running this camp was second to none. As everybody headed over to the other side of the highway to where we were starting from I was starting to get some questions about my shoe choice. I was wearing my old VFF's in anticipation of me losing them as we started the run, but of course I was not devulging this to anyone. So I answered some questions, advised those who were curious that I was testing the waters to confirm my foot coverings of choice (basically none) for the race. I got a couple of good lucks and a couple of 'I don't think those will last' and a 'Your a braver man than I' comments from the runners and that was that. Prior to starting Dale conducted a tutorial on the use of treking poles, showing us the do's and don't's to utilize them effectively, that is a skill that I definitely need to master and he made it look so easy and fluid. I on the other hand, look about as graceful as a walrus trying to tiptoe over a iceburg, not so much. I would see running with poles was going to be a bigger challenge than I originally thought, oh well, On On.<br />
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As we started up Flood Mountain, I lost the shoes with a big sigh of relieve as my toes felt the contact with the ground for the first time in the mountains. I was suddenly rejuvenated as my legs started turning over and the run began for me in earnest. I stuck to the back of the pack but I did end up passing a few surprised runners as this guy with no shoes rambled by them with their fancy trail shoes. The trail was absolutely fantastic a mixture of soft pack and hard pack, a few areas of water to tromp through and a good introduction to hill running with a steady incline up towards the top. I could feel the quads starting to burn a little bit as they were not used to running uphill for any extended period of time, but I am quite sure I was grinning from ear to ear. Fun Fact: We were all given two flags to help mark the course as well, this was my first on Leg 2 about half way up Flood Mountain, my little piece of history and Dan better remember to pay homage to my contribution when he runs by in August. I also tied one on Leg 4, Mount Hamel on the descent but I forgot to take a picture.<br />
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Here are a couple of the photos that I took while being a tourist going up Flood Mountain, I figure I would get them out of the way because there will be no time for photo taking during the race.<br />
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<strong><em>My contribution to the marking of the Death Race Course</em></strong></div>
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As I reached the final bend at the top (not really the top but at the start of the 5km loop to the summit), all I hear is Tracy shouting at me 'Oh my god did your shoes not work? Are your feet ok? This kind of confused me for a second, then I realized she did not know I run barefoot, so I started to chuckle and like the smart ass I am, I pointed to my shoes shoved into my pack strap and said no the shoes are fine they are right here. Then I explained to her that I run barefoot, and she gave me one of those quizical looks, shook her head and then the questions started coming. You could tell she wasn't sure how to take it and with general concern with my safety as well to ensure I knew what I was doing, so with a raised eyebrow Tracy asked me how long I have ran like this, how far and what type of terrain. I must of satisfied her concern because once I gave her my answers that was that and she headed back over to the main group. I got some looks from the other runners who were waiting, I don't know if they were having a hard time with what they were seeing or they just could not believe someone would be crazy to run up a mountain barefoot. Well what can I say, I guess I could be classified as a little bit crazy, hopefully in a good way. A few of the runners were curious and started asking questions about my feet, the typical ones, 'You must have crazy calluses on your feet', 'How can you run on rocks'. One of the other runners, I believe it was Nikki said, 'I could never do that, Ican't even walk barefoot around my house, stepping on Lego hurts to much'. I think I surprised her with my answer to that one, 'Yes stepping on Lego hurts me too, usually because you are not expecting it to be there, when you are running on gravel you know it is there thus you are prepared for it.' This kind of set the tone for the rest of the day, I kept getting a lot of comments from everybody how tough I was and they could never do that, etc. etc. Really it has nothing to do with tough, just finding that thing that works for you, and running barefoot works for me, end of story.</div>
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I also got the look from Dale as he rounded the corner with the last of the runners, but he did not push the issue, I am assuming that he figured I either knew what I was doing or didn't and would be done the camp by the end of the day. Nicole decided not to carry on and run back down with some of the other runners who were not running this leg to conserve themselves for tomorrow, so I switched packs with Nicole as my bladder (no not that one) system was not working properly and I was not getting any water from it. I love my wife so much, she is always out to make sure everybody is taken care of, and thinking about herself last, this is a trait that is really hard to find and she has it in spades.</div>
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The entering of Slugfest, this is 1,300 ft drop down to Washy Creek which is located between the two mountains. Basically a swampy area that had most of the runners complaining about getting their shoes wet or scrambling to find a way around the boggy areas with little to no success. This was a big advantage for me, as I could just trudge right through everything and no issues. As long as I watched where I was placing my feet, all was good. I ended up with a few runners following me as I was calling out where the deeper areas were as well as potential shoe sucking off feet spots were. I think I saved a few runners their foot wear that afternoon. I wish I would of took some pictures along the way of this leg but I was having to much fun running through all the muck and water, oh well maybe next time, but you can use your imagination it was pretty much a swamp. </div>
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As I said earlier what goes down must come up and we had a second mountain summit to tackle in Grande Mountain. Grande Mountain rises about 2,200 ft up above Washy Creek utilizing a combination of trails and mining roads, so lots of gravel and shale rock over the approximately 10km of the leg. Nothing beats running on rocks to solidify your form, keeps your steps light and quick. By this time I was also starting to get the hang of the poles, and wow were they an energy saver and took that extra stress off of the quads and calves, I was really starting to like these for the ups. </div>
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<strong><em>Kristian and Jenn making their way up</em></strong></div>
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I was amazed at how the roads or trails just continued to go up, round and round we went twisting and turning, I was starting to think we were never going to get there, when finally there it was. The top of Grande Mountain, I could see the weather station that we saw from the townsite (it seemed so far away), and I was in awe as I just finished my second mountain summit in the same day, well ever as I have never done anything like this unassisted before, it was just unbelievable to be standing on top of mountain and looking around. Yes I conquored it barefoot, strike that one off the bucket list. The views were fantastic, Grande Cache seemed so far down, then I realized I have to go down now, shit, I still have a long ways to go until this is done, the hardest part is the power line run down as it is a drop and no relenting until you are down. Just a continuous drop in elevation with one little up part way down before you drop the final 1,800 feet plus or minus down to the cemetary (I might be needing that by the finish) and the cars. </div>
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<strong><em>The weather station at the top of Grande Mountain</em></strong></div>
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The power line was just plain crazy most places were a straight down drop with a dirt trail weaving down the mountain. My first thought was just let go and run with it, but then I thought maybe a controlled descent would be better, considering there was quite a few rocks scattered all over the place, and stubbing my toes were not on my wanted list at this time. It was a challenge in some places keeping my footing but again the poles came in handy as I was able to use them to steady myself in places that I thought I was losing control. Holy crap my quads were getting a workout, I have to say this was the most difficult thing I have ever done and I was loving every minute of it. I was tired, but having the time of my life, and could see why people do this run year after year, it was like an addiction needing to be satisfied. I honestly don't know how many miles it was, nor do I care, I had an absolute blast going down, I was almost thinking of asking Dan if he wanted to switch legs, I was having so much fun. <br />
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<strong><em>A view of the power line descent from Grande Mountain</em></strong></div>
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As I rolled (not literally) into the cemetary area at the bottom and finish I was greeted by some of the organizers (Tanis, Lori, Anita and Eryn) and the look of surprise on their faces as I rounded the corner grinning from ear to ear. I'm not sure if it was the smile or the barefeet, but it was nice to see them and Nicole at the bottom to greet me, made me feel special. I must say that was the hardest thing ever, until tomorrow that is. I have the deepest respect for anyone that not only finishes this race but runs it all. It is crazy hard but worth every second of it. So first part of the camp is done, I now know my feet can handle it and I am looking forward to the real challenge of tomorrow, Mount Hamel.</div>
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<strong><em>Me at the end of Leg 2, feet a little dirty but performed fantastic. </em></strong></div>
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Day 2: The Hamel Ascent........... to be continued.</div>
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