Still reliving the moments of our run through the Alps. Check out this great slide show on the TAR facebook page!
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alaska-Sports-Hall-of-Fame/131955895994?ref=mf#!/media/set/?set=a.210849542308003.54090.132829716776653&type=3
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Return
We Conways made it back to Anchorage on Saturday. On top of the journey being nothing short of incredible, I was somewhat surprised that not only am I not burned out on running, but I couldn't get back into the mountains soon enough. Joey and I took advantage of my jet lag by going for a leisurely stroll up near point to catch the sunrise. West Tanaina, tempting us, in the background.
Harlow and I are incredibly lucky to have the fitness, the means, a like-minded partner, and the support to take on an endeavor like the trans alpine run. But we are even more privileged to be able to share in similar experiences right here in our backyard.
Harlow and I are incredibly lucky to have the fitness, the means, a like-minded partner, and the support to take on an endeavor like the trans alpine run. But we are even more privileged to be able to share in similar experiences right here in our backyard.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Transalpine 2011 in 8 minutes
The organizers of the TAR did an outrageously good job with just about everything. One of the things they invested a ton of time into was video footage. Check out this clip that wraps the 2011 race up with a nice bow. There is no way to capture the essence in 8 minutes but this does a pretty damn good job. I couldn't spot Team Chugach in there - maybe you can. I suspect we were too fast to be caught on camera!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Stage 8 - In the Books!
Posted by Harlow
Distance: 30.20km/18.76miles
Ascent: 1807m/5928ft
Descent: 1882m/6174ft
I didn’t allow myself to think about finishing the Transalpine until I saw the sign saying 2k to go. At that point the sun was directly overhead and we were pounding down a gradual descent on a paved bike path through apple orchards.
It had been a tough day for me. Everyone else seemed to have an extra gear for the final stage and I kept lagging on the long climb that started the stage. Patrick had the decency to slow up and fall in behind me. He kept telling me little lies like “this is a good pace for me too.”
Distance: 30.20km/18.76miles
Ascent: 1807m/5928ft
Descent: 1882m/6174ft
I didn’t allow myself to think about finishing the Transalpine until I saw the sign saying 2k to go. At that point the sun was directly overhead and we were pounding down a gradual descent on a paved bike path through apple orchards.
It had been a tough day for me. Everyone else seemed to have an extra gear for the final stage and I kept lagging on the long climb that started the stage. Patrick had the decency to slow up and fall in behind me. He kept telling me little lies like “this is a good pace for me too.”
We did eventually crest the summit and then it was a good 15k of steep descending to the finish of the 2011 Transalpine. On the descent I clumsily caught my toe on a rock while cruising through technical terrain and went down hard on both hands. It was a lucky fall, because if my hands hadn’t come out in front of me, it would have been my head that took the brunt of it. Nevertheless I was cursing myself for the lapse in concentration. A broken bone would have been a discouraging way to end this thing after coming so far.
I redoubled my focus and fell in behind Patricknas he shifted into road gear and we hammered out the narrow winding roads down to the valley. Then all that was left was the orchards and the 90 degree heat. After 170 miles and some 55,000 feet of climbing that 2k felt like eternity. Slowly but surely though, we hit the outskirts of town, then we could hear cheering spectators, then as we rounded the corner, there was the finish line. The cheers along the sides of the tiny Italian cobblestone street propelled us the last 50 meters.
Then we were done!
Really done. No stage tomorrow. Medal around the neck, beer in hand.
Patrick and I worked hard to prepare for this adventure. In the end it was everything we hoped for an more. We were humbled and inspired by the quality of the competition and stoked to meet so many cool people - runners and non runners alike - from various corners of the world. We passed through breathtaking country on every stage. And we competed well - finishing 19th overall and 12th in the “Men Under 40” category. There were some 320 teams to start this event and approximately 250 finished. I tip my sweaty, muddy, bloody Skinny Raven cap to them all!
There is much to be thankful for. My surgically repaired knee held out spectacularly despite all the technical downhill stuff. We had tons of great support from Patrick’s wife Heidi and his girls Grace and Roses and from my Dad and Sarah. I don’t know how we could have done this without them. I'm thankful to my wife Gina for lettting me do this and pulling double duty for me at home. I miss you Gina, Eli and Rowan!
I redoubled my focus and fell in behind Patricknas he shifted into road gear and we hammered out the narrow winding roads down to the valley. Then all that was left was the orchards and the 90 degree heat. After 170 miles and some 55,000 feet of climbing that 2k felt like eternity. Slowly but surely though, we hit the outskirts of town, then we could hear cheering spectators, then as we rounded the corner, there was the finish line. The cheers along the sides of the tiny Italian cobblestone street propelled us the last 50 meters.
Then we were done!
Really done. No stage tomorrow. Medal around the neck, beer in hand.
Patrick and I worked hard to prepare for this adventure. In the end it was everything we hoped for an more. We were humbled and inspired by the quality of the competition and stoked to meet so many cool people - runners and non runners alike - from various corners of the world. We passed through breathtaking country on every stage. And we competed well - finishing 19th overall and 12th in the “Men Under 40” category. There were some 320 teams to start this event and approximately 250 finished. I tip my sweaty, muddy, bloody Skinny Raven cap to them all!
There is much to be thankful for. My surgically repaired knee held out spectacularly despite all the technical downhill stuff. We had tons of great support from Patrick’s wife Heidi and his girls Grace and Roses and from my Dad and Sarah. I don’t know how we could have done this without them. I'm thankful to my wife Gina for lettting me do this and pulling double duty for me at home. I miss you Gina, Eli and Rowan!
I’m thankful not to be preparing for another stage tomorrow. I’m thankful not to suck down another gu or drink electrolyte drinks for a while.
And I’m thankful that Patrick and I have become better friends for this. The Transalpine has the potential to test a friendship. We both ebbed through highs and lows through the eight stages and we both had our moments of frustration and exhaustion. But I always felt like Patrick had my back when I needed support - and I hope vice versa.
Later, we’ll share some impressions and pictures from this grand adventure. Right now it is time to have a nice cold beer!
And I’m thankful that Patrick and I have become better friends for this. The Transalpine has the potential to test a friendship. We both ebbed through highs and lows through the eight stages and we both had our moments of frustration and exhaustion. But I always felt like Patrick had my back when I needed support - and I hope vice versa.
Later, we’ll share some impressions and pictures from this grand adventure. Right now it is time to have a nice cold beer!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Stage 7
Posted by Patrick
It was a beautiful day that started with views of the sun rising on the 4000 meter Orter peak to the south (photo). The stage started with a run through Mals, complete with passage through the interior of the local school. It continued with a 15k gradually inclining (1500') approach to the steepest climbing we've had throughout the race. Though the previous six days have sapped most of my motivation and enthusiasm, Harlow and I both felt pretty strong and started a little quicker and further up the pack than we normally do. More of the same on the climb, which was about 6k and 1200 meters ascent (second photo from about the halfway point). By far the highlight of the day was the last 2k of the climb, which was grueling. We were approaching 10,000' so not moving very quickly, but climbing through a beautiful amphitheatre complete with a small band consisting of a tuba and percussion, playing When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, Amazing Grace, etc. At the top of the pass, it seemed many of the race organizers were there to cheer the competitors. Nowhere during the event has the crowd, and in turn the race participants, been more spirited. Huge peaks on either side. Beautiful views down into the valley and over to the larger peaks to our south. Then a long hard descent to Schlanders, where temps were starting to climb into the 80s (third photo). Just a monstrous descent, dodging cows and trying not to get distracted by views of mountains, castles, and a valley full of orchards below.
We may have finished a bit higher than normal today. Maybe not. It was a great day and was capped by crossing the line with one of our favorite teams and closest competitors, a couple of great guys from Salzburg.
The days have definitely taken their toll, physically and psychologically. But standing at the finish line and watching teams roll in for an hour or so yesterday was a lesson for me. With one more day to go, Harlow and I have fared far better than a large number of our competitors. Teams ahead of and behind us continue to drop out. Others are nursing injuries and suffering to complete each stage. Our suffering has been entirely self induced. If all goes well tomorrow, Harlow will be describing that we finished this incredible journey in one piece and surrounded by some very talented athletes.
It's been a blast. Thanks to Heidi, Grace, Rose, Pete, Sarah, Gina, Eli, Rowan, Salomon US, and Skinny Raven whose name is known worldwide as one of the greatest running stores on the planet. Also thanks for all the great comments. We've had very limited internet access but have read them all and appreciate the support. This is an event unlike any I've every participated in. Do it.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Stage 6: Engadin Scuol (SUI) - Mals (ITA)
Today's stage took us over a small pass and into Northern Italy.
Patrick and I both rolled out of bed feeling good. The relatively easy time trial yesterday gave us a chance to recover a little bit and rest the quads afterall the long descents we'd done the first four stages.
The stage started off with a 5k gradual downhill on a paved bike path. After about 2k I realized I'd been fooling myself thinking that my legs were fresh. I felt waves of lactic acid course through the legs and was laboring through a relatively easy pace. When we turned off the pavement and started what would be about a relentless 20k grinder of a climb, I wasn't feeling any better. It didn't help my psyche when we passed a guy from one of the Scottish teams that had been near the front of the pack doubled over on the side of the trail retching. It was looking like it was going to be a long day for Team Chugach.
But you learn things about yourself after six days in the Alps. After a couple k's of doubt and frustration, I realized that my legs were turning over just fine and we were reeling in a slew of familiar teams.
Dealing with fatigue. Big part of this race. Several teams that had been running ahead of us the first several days came back to us today and they didn't look good. At the same time, several other teams that had been playing it conservatively showed up in our running group. Smart running.
Today's stage was the tamest yet with regard to climbing. No big passes, just the long grinder. Very much like the Lost Lake race on steroids with a 5k on paved bike path on each side. The pass itself was spectacular. The trail is an old cattle trail that was blown out of the side of the mountain with dynamite. Several tunnels and exposed trails too narrow to pass on. Awesome!
Patrick has really come into his own during this race. Every day he seems to get a little stronger and more confident in his ability to compete in an event like this. Along with this comes his competitive spirits. We've been firm about staying in our comfort zone though and not getting passed our threshold. We have 2 tough stages left (a climb up to 10,000 feet tomorrow) and both of us know it wouldn't take much to blow up.
We've found our place consistently in the top 20 overall and around the top10 for the "Men's under 40". Got to keep focused on good health and good spirits and we'll let the standings take care of themselves.
Stage 5: Engadin Scuol (SUI) "Hillclimb"
Bergsprint
Today was the much anticipated "rest day", which was about a 6k hillclimb on the ski slopes of scuol. The route took us about halfway back up yesterday's final descent. The format was very similar to a bike race time trial. Teams started in 20 second intervals in reverse order of overall ranking. The timing was also different in that teams are scored based on combined time, which means that we were not required to run together.
It was a blast. The course started in the center of the village and ascended through staircases and cobblestone streets. Then onto the ski slopes. The highlight of the day (excepting the gondola ride down the hill) was the crowds cheering and singing along the sides of the trail. For someone who's never competed in Europe this was pretty invigorating.
Not sure how we finished in the standings, but there wasn't much to be gained and plenty to lose by going big.
Closed out the day with a fabulous afternoon with Petra, Fletch, and Leena.
Harlow, enjoying some sun:
Today was the much anticipated "rest day", which was about a 6k hillclimb on the ski slopes of scuol. The route took us about halfway back up yesterday's final descent. The format was very similar to a bike race time trial. Teams started in 20 second intervals in reverse order of overall ranking. The timing was also different in that teams are scored based on combined time, which means that we were not required to run together.
It was a blast. The course started in the center of the village and ascended through staircases and cobblestone streets. Then onto the ski slopes. The highlight of the day (excepting the gondola ride down the hill) was the crowds cheering and singing along the sides of the trail. For someone who's never competed in Europe this was pretty invigorating.
Not sure how we finished in the standings, but there wasn't much to be gained and plenty to lose by going big.
Closed out the day with a fabulous afternoon with Petra, Fletch, and Leena.
Harlow, enjoying some sun:
Scenes from the Scene (so far)
Posted by Harlow
Pictures say more than words. Here are a few from the scene while we are not out in the mountains. Thanks for all the great shots, Dad!
Pictures say more than words. Here are a few from the scene while we are not out in the mountains. Thanks for all the great shots, Dad!
Scoul, Switzerland
Senior Master leaders. These guys are 100+ years old between them and can still hammer!
For 20 Euros, Jordi will work magic. It's all platonic for sure, Gina.
Salomons, compression tights, cobblestones and trekking poles = European.
After the 53k Stage 2. Not sure this is what they intended when they built it.
We all just call them "the Girls". And most of us are getting "Girled".
Patrick's wife Heidi at the start of Stage 1. Every stage starts off with "Highway to Hell".
Our friend David from the Barcelona team. They load up for every stage on rice and salted ham.
Finishing ALWAYS feels good!
Patrick's toe. The biggest injury problem so far.
Patrick gets a hug from daughter Grace of the Team Chugach support crew.
A lot of teams do the bungie chord. This is a tough Kiwi mixed team.
Speaking bad Spanish.
Runner's camp. Glad we're not staying here!
Runner's camp.
Effort.
The Conway Crew waiting for a sign of Team Chugach.
Stage 4: Galtür (AUT) – Engadin Scuol (SUI)
Posted by Harlow
Today was a great day.
A Spanish team that we leap-frogged with all day said it well. We had all stopped along a ridge at about 7,000 feet elevation at the same time to drain our bladders and one of the guys said "thees ees the best toilet in the world!". And he meant it in the best sense.
After yesterday's rain, we were wishing for sun again - already forgetting how brutal the heat of the first day was. Well, today, up in the High Country it was the perfect temperature under blue-bird skies as we passed through some of the most beautiful country on this earth.
A good thing for the scenery too, because the course was gruelling. We had three burley climbs and about 9,000 feet of descending. After running a marathon-plus effort for three straight days already, the thighs are talking a little bit.
A good thing for the scenery too, because the course was gruelling. We had three burley climbs and about 9,000 feet of descending. After running a marathon-plus effort for three straight days already, the thighs are talking a little bit.
But like I said, it was a great day. We enjoyed the scenery and raced well. I was feeling some fatigue today, but Patrick, the "Bounce-Back Kid", was strong and full of energy. He pulled us up all the hard climbs.
We even beat the first women team today. They have established quite a reputation at this event both for their phenomenol talent (they were 11th overall the last time I checked) and for their beauty. Of course if my wife Gina teamed up with Patrick's wife, that would be the most show-stoppingly gorgeous team to have entered this race, but until then, these two take the prize.
We descended about 3,000 feet into Scuol, Switzerland. It's a gorgeous cobblestone village tucked in with the Alps gaping on all sides. Tomorrow is a team time trial up the side of the ski resort in town. We are looking forward to an uphill only that should take less than an hour. The last three stages will be hard, so we'll appreciate a short day!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Stage 3: Soaked
Posted by Patrick
It's been pouring rain for about 24 hours, since right after we finished yesterday. Harlow and joked during the first stage that we'd take a driving rain over that heat anyday. (The) God(s) must have been listening, because it was downright nasty all day today. After showing up at the starting line two hours early, not realizing that the start had been postponed, we finally got off at 9 am and ran the 'alternate route' for the third stage. Rather than ascend to elevation and stay there for the day, we left Schruns and headed up the valley, ascending gradually for the first 30k. Then descending to Galtur over the last 10k. Going into it I was thinking it would be easier, ignoring my statement from the other day that there are no easy stages. Smart. There were a number of challenges today that didn't show up on course profile - a two mile long wet, slippery boulder field being one of them.
After yesterday we both felt fairly strong, not only knowing that we had the 50k behind us, but that we ran it conservatively and survived fairly unscathed. So we started the day a little ahead of the crowd we ran with yesterday. You could tell too. Only a little further back in the field people don't hesitate to stop for pictures or slow down to enjoy a conversation. Moving up in the pack we noticed that most teams are really there to race. Pretty much maintained that position throughout the day. Overall, the day went well, aside from being cold and wet the whole time. We covered the course in something like 4:40 which felt pretty good if not a little quick.
Looking back at the first three days, I'm definitely thrilled to have made it this far. Getting those stages behind us has not been easy, and watching teams finish a stage is all the evidence one needs to confirm how much of a challenge this event is. I'm also cautiously looking forward to the next several days. While I'm starting to really feel the effects of the miles, and the downhills, I've also been surprised at how we seemed to have found a pace that both Harlow and I can maintain comfortably. Every once in while we surge and it's immediately obvious how bad of an idea that is.
Harlow never ceases to amaze. He's always got a spring in his step. It's hard not to think I'm slowing him down, but his ability to settle into a pace and avoid needling at me to go faster is one of his qualities that made me want to partner with him.
Galtur is beautiful and the forecast for the next several days calls for good running weather. Cooler temps, some clouds.
Pics are from Pete as we approached Galtur. The other two guys are some dudes we met from Salzburg. As Harlow wrote, we are both very appreciative to our fellow competitors for making the effort to speak English with us. These guys were great to chat with a good part of the last 20k today.
It's been pouring rain for about 24 hours, since right after we finished yesterday. Harlow and joked during the first stage that we'd take a driving rain over that heat anyday. (The) God(s) must have been listening, because it was downright nasty all day today. After showing up at the starting line two hours early, not realizing that the start had been postponed, we finally got off at 9 am and ran the 'alternate route' for the third stage. Rather than ascend to elevation and stay there for the day, we left Schruns and headed up the valley, ascending gradually for the first 30k. Then descending to Galtur over the last 10k. Going into it I was thinking it would be easier, ignoring my statement from the other day that there are no easy stages. Smart. There were a number of challenges today that didn't show up on course profile - a two mile long wet, slippery boulder field being one of them.
After yesterday we both felt fairly strong, not only knowing that we had the 50k behind us, but that we ran it conservatively and survived fairly unscathed. So we started the day a little ahead of the crowd we ran with yesterday. You could tell too. Only a little further back in the field people don't hesitate to stop for pictures or slow down to enjoy a conversation. Moving up in the pack we noticed that most teams are really there to race. Pretty much maintained that position throughout the day. Overall, the day went well, aside from being cold and wet the whole time. We covered the course in something like 4:40 which felt pretty good if not a little quick.
Looking back at the first three days, I'm definitely thrilled to have made it this far. Getting those stages behind us has not been easy, and watching teams finish a stage is all the evidence one needs to confirm how much of a challenge this event is. I'm also cautiously looking forward to the next several days. While I'm starting to really feel the effects of the miles, and the downhills, I've also been surprised at how we seemed to have found a pace that both Harlow and I can maintain comfortably. Every once in while we surge and it's immediately obvious how bad of an idea that is.
Harlow never ceases to amaze. He's always got a spring in his step. It's hard not to think I'm slowing him down, but his ability to settle into a pace and avoid needling at me to go faster is one of his qualities that made me want to partner with him.
Galtur is beautiful and the forecast for the next several days calls for good running weather. Cooler temps, some clouds.
Pics are from Pete as we approached Galtur. The other two guys are some dudes we met from Salzburg. As Harlow wrote, we are both very appreciative to our fellow competitors for making the effort to speak English with us. These guys were great to chat with a good part of the last 20k today.
Distance: 43.10km/26.78miles
Ascent: 2672m/8766ft
Descent: 1773m/5816ft
Course Profile - this isn't the course we ran. Check the TAR website- they may post the "alternative route" that we covered today
Ascent: 2672m/8766ft
Descent: 1773m/5816ft
Course Profile - this isn't the course we ran. Check the TAR website- they may post the "alternative route" that we covered today
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Stage 2: Kleinwalsertal (AUT) – Schruns (AUT)
Distance: 53.20km/33.05miles
Ascent: 2481m/8139ft
Descent: 2913m/9557ft
Course Profile
There are two sides to “stunning”. On the positive side, every corner we rounded on the stage from Hirschegg to Schruns provided some of the most breathtaking scenery imaginable. The downside is that “stunning” comes with a price.
Today’s leg included three major climbs totaling some 2400 meters and almost 3000m of descents. And at 53 kilometers, it’s the longest stage of the event.
That said, today was a big success. After our scare in the first stage with the heat, we made it our goal to finish the stage in good health and good spirits. We know we’ve got plenty of work ahead and it was critical to us both physically and mentally that we stay out of that red zone we found ourselves in during the first day. With that strategy, Patrick and I set a conservative but deliberate pace as we passed through and over jutting peaks and postcard-perfect villages. We realized after the big climbs today that , although they were burly, they are very similar to what we’re used to Alaska. It was hot again, but not stifling. We pounded fluids, gu, and gorged on the gourmet aid-station buffets and were encouraged at how well the K’s clicked off. We finished feeling tired but strong. A good omen.
One of the coolest aspects of the Transalpine is the international camaraderie. There are a bunch of teams traveling similar speeds to us that leap-frog depending on how they’re feeling and their strengths. After two stages, we’ve already got trail buddies from Lichtenstein, Austria, Germany, England, Scotland, Spain, Greece, Russia, etc. Big thanks to all of them for using their best English, as our foreign language skills are poor.
We’ve discovered since we’ve come here that being from Alaska comes with a price. As it turns out, Team Alaska is big talk around here still from last year. Brent Knight and Brandon Newbould kicked some serious ass last year when they finished 3rd. Now that I’ve seen it and done some of it, I can tell you that what they did is truly impressive. When we mention we are from Alaska everyone says, “Oh, you guys must be very good.” Then they talk about the shaggy-haired bandana-wearing team that surprised everyone. Nothing like trying to follow that act!
After the race we chatted with the English team in second place overall at the moment. They said that as the Transalpine gets more popular, it’s attracting some serious international talent. This year, they say, is stacked. We’re pleased to have finished 12th and 16th the first two days in the Men’s category, but thinking about standing or time is way far from our mind. Patrick put it well when he said the most important things are to stay in good spirits and good health .
Tomorrow will be tough. The stage from Schruns to Galtur is not much shorter than today (43k) with more climbing (2700m). As I write, the weather has moved in and the rain is coming down in buckets. Stay tuned!
Ascent: 2481m/8139ft
Descent: 2913m/9557ft
Course Profile
There are two sides to “stunning”. On the positive side, every corner we rounded on the stage from Hirschegg to Schruns provided some of the most breathtaking scenery imaginable. The downside is that “stunning” comes with a price.
That said, today was a big success. After our scare in the first stage with the heat, we made it our goal to finish the stage in good health and good spirits. We know we’ve got plenty of work ahead and it was critical to us both physically and mentally that we stay out of that red zone we found ourselves in during the first day. With that strategy, Patrick and I set a conservative but deliberate pace as we passed through and over jutting peaks and postcard-perfect villages. We realized after the big climbs today that , although they were burly, they are very similar to what we’re used to Alaska. It was hot again, but not stifling. We pounded fluids, gu, and gorged on the gourmet aid-station buffets and were encouraged at how well the K’s clicked off. We finished feeling tired but strong. A good omen.
One of the coolest aspects of the Transalpine is the international camaraderie. There are a bunch of teams traveling similar speeds to us that leap-frog depending on how they’re feeling and their strengths. After two stages, we’ve already got trail buddies from Lichtenstein, Austria, Germany, England, Scotland, Spain, Greece, Russia, etc. Big thanks to all of them for using their best English, as our foreign language skills are poor.
We’ve discovered since we’ve come here that being from Alaska comes with a price. As it turns out, Team Alaska is big talk around here still from last year. Brent Knight and Brandon Newbould kicked some serious ass last year when they finished 3rd. Now that I’ve seen it and done some of it, I can tell you that what they did is truly impressive. When we mention we are from Alaska everyone says, “Oh, you guys must be very good.” Then they talk about the shaggy-haired bandana-wearing team that surprised everyone. Nothing like trying to follow that act!
After the race we chatted with the English team in second place overall at the moment. They said that as the Transalpine gets more popular, it’s attracting some serious international talent. This year, they say, is stacked. We’re pleased to have finished 12th and 16th the first two days in the Men’s category, but thinking about standing or time is way far from our mind. Patrick put it well when he said the most important things are to stay in good spirits and good health .
Tomorrow will be tough. The stage from Schruns to Galtur is not much shorter than today (43k) with more climbing (2700m). As I write, the weather has moved in and the rain is coming down in buckets. Stay tuned!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Heat
Distance: 27.2km/16.9miles
Ascent: 1806m/5925ft
Descent: 1496m/4908ft
Course profile
It's hard to believe we've actually started. Heidi, the kids, Harlow, James & Wendy and their kids all (got lost several times, then) arrived in Oberstdorf yesterday. Harlow and I checked in to the race and went to the pre-race supper/ceremony. It was pretty enjoyable, somewhat confusing since we didn't really understand much of what was said, but met some nice folks and enjoyed a delicious pasta dinner.
Today's stage was relatively short (27k) and mellow (1800m climbing). We started conservatively and settled into the middle of the pack, knowing what's coming in the next few. It was tremendously hot, temps were in the mid 80s but at times felt warmer than that. The slower start helped us find a pace that works for us, rather than getting caught up in the competition and kept us from overheating early.
Throughout the day Harlow and I took turns leading, mostly focusing on allowing the slower person at any given time set the pace. Harlow struggeled a little early on with breathing, either altitude or congestion induced. Then late in the day, I hit the wall on the last 1200' climb. I felt plenty strong enough, but we were baking in the sun, pouring sweat. I never really recovered from that climb and struggled over the last 5k. We finished the day in 3.5 hours, probably a little slower than we're capable of, but definitely at a pace that both of us felt was all we were really interested in running. No idea what place we came in, and neither of us are too concerned right now.
Not a bad day overall. The sights were amazing (see below) and the competitors are very friendly and encouraging. Todays stage was quite a wakeup call for us though. This is going to be intense. People keep saying this is the hardest course they've ever set. It's definitely going to be hard.
The temperature is supposed to come down tomorrow and they're calling for inclement weather later in the week. We will welcome both.
Harlow's over at the neighboring campsite having some Greek dude massage his feet. Don't worry Gina, he tells me it's strictly platonic.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Transalpine Countdown!
| In a little more than 24 hours Patrick and I and 300 some other teams will be heading off into the Alps and this grand (or foolish) adventure. We spent the last few days acclimating in Wallhalben, a small and quaint hamlet south of Frankfurt Germany and the home of Patrick's brother James and his wife Wendy and children. Wendy is a doctor at the U.S. Hospital near the Ramstein military base. Super appreciative of their warm hospitality. Great spot to adjust to the 10 hour jet lag. A few shots from the last couple of days...    As it turns out, tons of Americans connected through the military live in this little town. We got to meet a bunch of these families at a BBQ last night. People from places like Florida, Ohio and Montana all living as neighbors on the other side of the planet. We owe them all our gratitude for their service. Patrick and I are both trying to kick colds. The timing is terrible, but as with all things in life, you deal with your situation and move forward. Lots of fluids and vitamins and other various remedies recommended along the way. We shook out our gear one last time and spun our wheels a little bit on a beautiful old track along a creek that connects the villages that seem to be about every 5k in country that Patrick says reminds him of his old stomping grounds in Vermont. Only difference is that it is entirely possible that a Roman soldier rode the same trail a couple thousands years previous. We're off today with the German Conways for Obersdorf and the race start. Will meet up with my Dad and Sarah down there. Below is a preview of the race route and an overview of the course to get you primed!  |
| With a distance of more than 273 km and 15,436 m of climb, the Gore-Tex Transalpine-Run 2011 offers the most challenging course that was ever run on the Western route from Oberstdorf to Latsch in Vinschgau. While the tried and tested stages between Galtür in the Paznauntal and Latsch were left untouched and highlights such as the Uina gorge or the Rappenscharte remain as the "roof of the course," stages two and three will demand everything of its participants. The second stage alone, with its distance of 53 km and 2,481 m of climb, is probably the toughest stage the Transalpine-Run has ever seen. The third stage won't be one bit less demanding, being physically challenging with 43 km of distance and 2,672 m of climb but also offering one of the most beautiful trails of the central Alps, the "Wormser Höhenweg." Wolfgang Pohl (Race Director): "With a distance of more than 273 km and 15,436 m of climb, the Gore-Tex Transalpine-Run 2011 offers the most challenging course that was ever run on the Western route from Oberstdorf to Latsch in Vinschgau. While the tried and tested stages between Galtür in the Paznauntal and Latsch were left untouched and highlights such as the Uina gorge or the Rappenscharte remain as the "roof of the course," stages two and three will demand everything of its participants. The second stage alone, with its distance of 53 km and 2,481 m of climb, is probably the toughest stage the Transalpine-Run has ever seen. The third stage won't be one bit less demanding, being physically challenging with 43 km of distance and 2,672 m of climb but also offering one of the most beautiful trails of the central Alps, the "Wormser Höhenweg." I think these facts alone are making clear that the Gore-Tex Transalpine-Run 2011 is going to write trail running history..." |
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thanks
What with our eminent departure for Europe, my thoughts turn to all those that have helped make our Transalpine adventure possible. I know Patrick feels the same and wrote a similar entry the other day.
I've got to send out a few "shout outs" of my own though:
My wife Gina doesn't give me the rah rah cheerleading kind of support that some spouses may. She doesn't always understand my motives and laughs about how I look in my compression tights. I wouldn't have it any other way. What Gina does understand though, is that this was one of those things that was important enough for me that she was 100% behind making it happen.
Gina grinded through the last semester of nursing school and started a new career and was a loving mother to our two boys while I've been spending way too much time heading out the door in my compression tights. I look forward to regaining a balance in life. I know Gina really looks forward to that. Maybe next year Patrick and I can support Gina and Heidi in a grand adventure. Maybe the TAR?!
A shout out to my sons Eli and Rowan. "Are you going running again, Dad?" was a popular question I don't plan to hear for a while once I'm back. The boys have also inflated my ego in ways only your own children can, asking questions like "Are you really running across four countries?"
A shout out to my Dad. He called me about a year ago and said, "You really need to do this, it's a once in a lifetime experience. I'll write you a check to help out with the expenses. Just consider it your birthday and Christmas present for the next few years."
Thank you Dad.
And thanks Dad and Sarah (Dad's wife) for joining Team Chugach and making the trip over with us. Along with Patrick's wife Heidi and girls Grace and Rose, we have a great support crew!
A shout out to the local running community. There is no tighter-knit group of runners anywhere on the planet. We compete hard against each other and cheer even harder for each other. Thanks especially to Daniel, Jerry, Najeeby, Brent and the rest of the folks at Skinny Raven who really got behind us in this adventure.
A shout out to Louis Mass, owner of Elite Sports Performance. Great guy, great program. I wouldn't have been able to work my injured knee into shape without all the blood, sweat and tears he (and Chad and Billy) extracted. And thanks to Dr. John Lapkass and John Polonowski for the skilled operation and maintenance.
A shout out to Salomon USA for providing us with great gear. We're grateful for the support and look forward to promoting the brand.
A shout out to all the friends, family and coworkers who have taken the time to wish us well.
Look forward to sharing the adventure!
Thanks.
I've got to send out a few "shout outs" of my own though:
My wife Gina doesn't give me the rah rah cheerleading kind of support that some spouses may. She doesn't always understand my motives and laughs about how I look in my compression tights. I wouldn't have it any other way. What Gina does understand though, is that this was one of those things that was important enough for me that she was 100% behind making it happen.
Gina grinded through the last semester of nursing school and started a new career and was a loving mother to our two boys while I've been spending way too much time heading out the door in my compression tights. I look forward to regaining a balance in life. I know Gina really looks forward to that. Maybe next year Patrick and I can support Gina and Heidi in a grand adventure. Maybe the TAR?!
A shout out to my sons Eli and Rowan. "Are you going running again, Dad?" was a popular question I don't plan to hear for a while once I'm back. The boys have also inflated my ego in ways only your own children can, asking questions like "Are you really running across four countries?"
A shout out to my Dad. He called me about a year ago and said, "You really need to do this, it's a once in a lifetime experience. I'll write you a check to help out with the expenses. Just consider it your birthday and Christmas present for the next few years."
Thank you Dad.
And thanks Dad and Sarah (Dad's wife) for joining Team Chugach and making the trip over with us. Along with Patrick's wife Heidi and girls Grace and Rose, we have a great support crew!
A shout out to the local running community. There is no tighter-knit group of runners anywhere on the planet. We compete hard against each other and cheer even harder for each other. Thanks especially to Daniel, Jerry, Najeeby, Brent and the rest of the folks at Skinny Raven who really got behind us in this adventure.
A shout out to Louis Mass, owner of Elite Sports Performance. Great guy, great program. I wouldn't have been able to work my injured knee into shape without all the blood, sweat and tears he (and Chad and Billy) extracted. And thanks to Dr. John Lapkass and John Polonowski for the skilled operation and maintenance.
A shout out to Salomon USA for providing us with great gear. We're grateful for the support and look forward to promoting the brand.
A shout out to all the friends, family and coworkers who have taken the time to wish us well.
Look forward to sharing the adventure!
Thanks.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Support
The starting line is rapidly approaching. I recently endured a week where I thought I was burned out, disinterested in training, and wondering if this isn't too much. Too much training. Too much focus. Too much time away from the family. The real answer is that 'yes', it probably is too much. Running is an addiction and once you're hooked it can be easy to overdose. Fortunately, I think I was just grouchy at the time because now we're in sort of a taper mode and the focus is more on planning, packing, travelling. I've been back on the TAR website and have been getting incredibly fired up. It's going to be sick. Take a look at this video and tell me I'm wrong.
Something I've been thinking about a ton lately is that participating in an event like this is not possible without significant contributions from others.
Most importantly I rely on my family. I would not have chosen to participate in the TAR if Heidi, Grace and Rose were not going to join us. I would not have been able to train for it if Heidi had not agreed to sacrifice a huge chunk of her personal time this year to allow me to get into the mountains for numerous long days. While I expected that the training would require Heidi to buy in, I definitely underestimated how much of a commitment she'd have to make. And we haven't even left yet. I hope a time will come when I can, at least partially, pay down some of my debt I owe to Heidi and the kids. In the meantime all can do is share my gratitude.
I know Harlow feels the same way about Gina, and I do to. But don't want either of them to get the wrong idea if I start singing Gina's praises to the world over the internet. That could put a damper on our team dynamic.
I will, however, express appreciation to Pete and Sarah. For those who aren't aware, Pete, Sarah, and Heidi, Grace and Rose will all be following the race in RVs and joining us in the stage towns. I think that the trip they're going on would be sweet on its own merits, so I hope that they enjoy it. But we will also be relying on them tremendously along the way. Harlow and I will definitely need the help and we're grateful to them for filling that role.
And, of course, Salomon USA and Skinny Raven have been hooking us up with gear, advice, and moral support in preparation for the event. Harlow and I have always been happy to push their products. And now we really owe them. Both companies have helped us out in big way.
A couple of parting shots from my last week of training in Anchorage. For those who like to hate on Anchorage, and you are many. This city has some of the best and most accessible terrain I've ever run on. I didn't want to move to Anchorage either, but it's by far the best community for outdoor recreation I've lived in. Here's some of it:
Looking SE from Rendezvous Peak.
Back towards town from Wolverine
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Team Dynamic
The Transalpine Run will be different than anything Patrick or I have ever done for many reasons. One of those is the team dynamic.
The TAR requires that you have a teammate. But this race is not a relay like the Klondike or any of the other classic events where one person runs at a time and once they're done with their leg, they hop in the RV and tap the keg.
In the TAR, both runners run every step. Together. Race rules require teammates to stay within 15 seconds of each other.
High functioning teams in any aspect of life are dynamic and can pool the various strengths of the individuals. But this is bound to be different. As runners, Patrick and I each have areas where we're stronger than the other. There are going to be times where one of us is holding the other up. For instance, Patrick has great road speed and could comfortably clip off some miles at a pace that would wear me out.
Brent Knight and Brandon Newbould competed together in last year's TAR. Brandon shared an emotional story about hitting the wall several stages into the race. Brent was pulling away on a long climb and realized Brandon was lagging. Brent offered his pole to Brandon and towed him over the top of the climb. On the following descent it was Brent who was lagging from his towing effort. Brandon then had to pick up his buddy emotionally and set a pace the rest of the way in that Brent could follow step for step.
"He was there for me and I was there for him," Brent said. "We didn't want to let each other down."
You get a sense of how much this event is a team-thing by watching this video trailer from last year's race (look for Brandon and Brent at 3:15):
As for Team Chugach, Patrick and I have a lot in common beyond some of the subtle differences in strengths.
Foremost, we both love to get out in the mountains and have an adventure. Both of us are psyched at any chance to check out new places. The exhilaration of travelling through the heart of the Alps is going to make it hard to get frustrated about any of the challenges we face.
Secondly, we've got reasons for doing this. Both of us love to compete and test our limits. But I can say with certainty that neither of us will put the race ahead of our friendship. If one person is struggling, the other is going to be focused on getting them through - not our time or standing.
Thirdly, we both have a similar overall fitness. Over the course of a long outing in the mountains we usually end up expending about the same effort. We should be able to set a a good conservative multi-day tempo by pacing off the slower person at all times.
The TAR really is about the journey for Team Chugach. We're stoked for the experience. And because of the unique team format, it's going to make for some memorable shared experiences.
The TAR requires that you have a teammate. But this race is not a relay like the Klondike or any of the other classic events where one person runs at a time and once they're done with their leg, they hop in the RV and tap the keg.
In the TAR, both runners run every step. Together. Race rules require teammates to stay within 15 seconds of each other.
High functioning teams in any aspect of life are dynamic and can pool the various strengths of the individuals. But this is bound to be different. As runners, Patrick and I each have areas where we're stronger than the other. There are going to be times where one of us is holding the other up. For instance, Patrick has great road speed and could comfortably clip off some miles at a pace that would wear me out.
Brent Knight and Brandon Newbould competed together in last year's TAR. Brandon shared an emotional story about hitting the wall several stages into the race. Brent was pulling away on a long climb and realized Brandon was lagging. Brent offered his pole to Brandon and towed him over the top of the climb. On the following descent it was Brent who was lagging from his towing effort. Brandon then had to pick up his buddy emotionally and set a pace the rest of the way in that Brent could follow step for step.
"He was there for me and I was there for him," Brent said. "We didn't want to let each other down."
You get a sense of how much this event is a team-thing by watching this video trailer from last year's race (look for Brandon and Brent at 3:15):
As for Team Chugach, Patrick and I have a lot in common beyond some of the subtle differences in strengths.
Foremost, we both love to get out in the mountains and have an adventure. Both of us are psyched at any chance to check out new places. The exhilaration of travelling through the heart of the Alps is going to make it hard to get frustrated about any of the challenges we face.
Secondly, we've got reasons for doing this. Both of us love to compete and test our limits. But I can say with certainty that neither of us will put the race ahead of our friendship. If one person is struggling, the other is going to be focused on getting them through - not our time or standing.
Thirdly, we both have a similar overall fitness. Over the course of a long outing in the mountains we usually end up expending about the same effort. We should be able to set a a good conservative multi-day tempo by pacing off the slower person at all times.
The TAR really is about the journey for Team Chugach. We're stoked for the experience. And because of the unique team format, it's going to make for some memorable shared experiences.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Pain
"You bring me pain,
But you leave me pleasure."
- Rob Halford, Judas Priest
I doubt Rob was singing about mountain running - or any kind of running. But runners will find plenty of meaning in this classic Judas Priest tune. For once, the worlds of British heavy metal and running collide. But more on pleasure later. First the pain.
Living with pain, if not loving pain, has helped me achieve racing goals beyond any of my initial dreams. Early on, I was a wuss. When pain came to visit I'd pretend I wasn't home. Over time,I learned to answer the door. Nowadays, pain is like the neighbor who just walks right in without knocking - ready or not. Kramer.
Patrick and I are well aware that pain will be coming to visit during the Transalpine Run - we're just not sure what it's going to look like. Our friends Brent Knight and Brandon Newbould ran the TAR last year and Brent described the suffering like nothing he's ever felt.
More on the TAR later, first some perspective.
Some local runners shared their own insights with me on pain and racing at some more traditional distances:
More on the TAR later, first some perspective.
Some local runners shared their own insights with me on pain and racing at some more traditional distances:
Doug Herron is arguably the most talented runner ever from Alaska. He ran a 1:49 800m in high school in 1985 (still at top-ten American HS time) and had a stellar collegiate career.
"Running unconscious"
Doug during his record-breaking 800m
"You have to find the will to push through to the other side and get into that zone," Doug said of running fast on the track. "You almost have to run unconscious" Doug swears that the ability to tolerate the suffering, not talent, is the key ingredient to success. And managing the pain has everything to do with having a clear goal. "It's all about desire," he said. "A person either has it or doesn't. The only way I could run that hard is because I had a very clear goal in front of me. There is no way I could handle the pain without that goal."
Brent is known as a ferocious climber who can push his threshold needle into the red and beyond.
"You can push yourself in Mount Marathon until your eyeballs feel the swell of lactic acid burning through them," said Brent. "It's 45 minutes of tough physical pain. The difference for racers is in who has the ability to mentally tolerate the pain and hold oneself together the longest."
Mount Marathon record holder and 8-time champion Bill Spencer once said about the race, you have to "roll the eyes back in your head and go for it".
For Brent, his combination of talent and tolerance got him in trouble a couple years ago on a scorching hot day at Mount Marathon. He had crushed the field, putting three minutes on a competitive pack by the time he'd climbed the 3200-foot mountain and descended back to the road a half mile from the finish. He doesn't remember much about what happened next. With the finish line a block away he stumbled, then he crawled, then he rolled. Then he was carried off on a stretcher and received seven liters of fluid by IV at the hospital.
Brent, Mount Marathon 09
The Matanuska Peak Challenge - a 15 mile race with 9,000 feet of climbing - is a different kind of beast than Mount Marathon with an altogether different kind of hurt. Darin Markwardt is a contender in both races every year. He's also about the toughest person I've ever met. I can't remember a race where he hasn't ended collapsed in a heap at the finish line, every ounce of his 125 pound frame spent. "Mount Marathon is like being stabbed for 50 minutes," Darin said, "while Mat Peak seems like a weeklong torture fest." After his first attempt at Mat Peak, Darin lied an inch past the finish line vomitting for an hour before being taken to the ER. He says he easily gets queasy and vomits during races after that experience. But he keeps coming back for more each year.
Former Mat Peak women's record holder Nora Tobin said having a baby was nothing compared to the suffering she experienced during the race.
Former Mat Peak women's record holder Nora Tobin said having a baby was nothing compared to the suffering she experienced during the race.
I've had my own close and personal meeting with pain on Mat Peak. In 2001 under record-breaking temperatures, I melted down. I had made it to a plateau half way up the last climb where my father was stationed with Gatorade. I was severely dehydrated and drank about a liter but couldn't shake a deep-down despair. It took me a couple minutes to even will myself to get moving again. The pain wasn't intense but it was complete. I had a primal urge to curl up and weep like a baby as I shuffled over the last few miles. I have no recollection of crawling into a ditch at the finish line and lying in some muck, but there was a picture in the newspaper to prove it.
Mat Peak meltdown
So, what to expect with the TAR? Rolling the eyes back and going for it? Searing-lung sprints? Mat Peak-like meltdowns? Probably not. Hopefully not.
"The pain in this race became more mental," said Brent. "The body hurt more each day and convincing the body became the struggle. Mount Marathon effects were felt for a few days after. TAR effects lasted a few months."
Hmmm.... sounds great! Can't wait! What about the "pleasure" Rob Halford sang about?
There are the endorphins. Endorphins are a pure and highly addictive drug. And because they must be earned, there is no guilt attached to consumption.
But the lasting rewards are bound to be more complex, especially in a race like the TAR.
"Each day I finished the stage, I felt like I did something and achieved some level (physically and mentally) I never thought I could," Brent said of his TAR experience. "This to me was not a feeling that could be replicated in any other race. Having one of my best friends there to go step for step with me was how I dealt with the pain. He was there for me and I was there for him. We didn't want to let each other down."
"Each day I finished the stage, I felt like I did something and achieved some level (physically and mentally) I never thought I could," Brent said of his TAR experience. "This to me was not a feeling that could be replicated in any other race. Having one of my best friends there to go step for step with me was how I dealt with the pain. He was there for me and I was there for him. We didn't want to let each other down."
No telling what stories of pain and pleasure lie in wait for Team Chugach.
Stay tuned!
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