September 7-8, 2012
I had the opportunity to run and finish the Wasatch 100 for the second year
in a row over the weekend. In some ways I had a much better race than last year,
but overall it was definitely more challenging for me this year. This course is
so tough that you can't even believe it until you run it. I still can't believe
people are dumb enough to do this, but it is also pretty incredible to complete
it and I have to say it is awesome.
Matt Willianms had several of us over for a pre-race barbeque and then Craig Lloyd, Josh Greenwell and
I stayed there over night because he lives so close to the start. I was awake
about 2:45 am and couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up at 3:30 to get ready. I
choked down about 900 calories (the Hostess fruit pie was money) and we made it
to the start with plenty of time to chat with some other runners before the start of the race. The temps were cool, but it was definitely warmer than last year and I could tell that it was going to be a hot day which would end up making things pretty tough. I wanted to
hang with Craig and Josh for as long as possible, but after a few minutes Craig
took off and Josh and I settled into a decent pace that put us ahead of the
really big pack. Over the next few miles we passed a several runners and found
ourselves in a pretty good group power hiking up to Chinscraper. I think we
stayed with the same core group all the way to the summit where we topped out in
2:17.
After we hit the Chinscraper summit we ran on the ridge tops for the next several miles. I really love this part of the course. You weave around high summits and hit the east and west sides of the ridge, which provides some pretty sweet views of Davis County to the west and Morgan to the east. I was still feeling pretty good and felt like I was right where I wanted to be. We hit Groben's corner (13.5) where we were able to fill up our bottles for the first time. Josh said he wasn't feeling well and I know he wanted to push a faster pace,
but I was happy to have him with me all the way to the Francis Peak aid station
(mile 18.7). My legs were still feeling really fresh and we ran everything that
we could and I thought held a pretty good pace. We hit the aid in 3:56 which was
21 minutes faster than I did it last year. We stopped to refill our water and
quickly grab some food and we were back onto the trail. It started getting hot
on the next section and I just tried to hang with Josh and push through. The
steep hill up to Bountiful B is a killer and I was so happy to hit that aid
station (mile 24). There was a runner down and I heard one of the aid station
workers say we need to call 911. I kept thinking hydrate hydrate hydrate. We
were only there for a few minutes. I ate some salted potatoes, cookies and had
some Coke. We grabbed some gels and took off.
The next section was just a grind. It was getting hot and I was starting to
feel some fatigue in my legs, but nothing serious at all. Again Josh and I
stayed together and it was nice having him there to help me push when I wanted
to hike. We ran everything that wasn't too steep and made decent time into
Sessions aid (28.2) where we only took a few minutes to grab some food and
refill our bottles. I was carrying a handheld bottle and 30 ounces in my
hydration pack. It was working perfectly because I could barely feel the pack
on. I had been drinking pretty well up to this point, but after Sessions I made
the mistake of not drinking enough. It was now getting really hot and the steep
hill climb out of Sessions is brutal. We grinded up that and then settled into a
nice pace along the ridge to Swallow Rocks aid (34.9). I had only consumed about 20
ounces of water between the aid stations which was a huge mistake, but I was
still feeling good, so I thought I was ok. At the aid I again downed some
potatoes, cookies, Mountain Dew and we both carried a rootbeer popsicle out of
the aid station. They told us we were in 56th and 57th place. I know Josh wanted
to be moving faster, but we were right where I wanted to be.
High five with Josh at Big Mountain
Photos by Lori Burlison
The run to Big Mountain was fun. I put on my ipod to get some energy and we
grinded out the miles in pretty good time. Both of us were feeling good and with
a little over a mile to go I noticed that I was getting a bit dehydrated. I had
only consumed what was in my bottle and hadn't even touched what was in the
hydration vest. I quickly took a few big gulps from the vest, but with Big Mt.
(mile 39.4) coming up I forgot to keep drinking because I was so excited to see
my crew there. I told myself to stay a bit longer at the aid to make sure I
hydrated and cooled off because I knew the next section would be a killer. I hit
Big Mountain almost two hours faster than last year, but I was down 3 pounds and
my crew quickly put me in a chair and started asking what I needed. They brought
me a tuna sandwich that I choked down and two cups of Coke. I sipped some
Gatorade but it was too sweet and I only got a few gulps. Greg rubbed out my IT
bands and my pacer Becky had a cool wet towel that she gave me for my neck. As
awesome as my crew was they really rushed me out of the aid quicker than I would
have liked and I didn't take the time I should have to get hydrated. My stomach
went south and I told Becky I needed to walk to let it settle. Josh was with us,
but within about a half mile he went ahead because I started to slow down. I ran
into Kendall from the blog and we chatted for a minute before he took off
and went on to run an impressive race.
My crew working me over

After about a mile I completely went into the tank of misery. I had zero
energy, I couldn't push the pace and I felt like I was going to puke. I couldn't
run and I could barely hike. Finally I sat down on a log and took a gel and an
S-Cap. 3 groups passed and all asked if I was ok. I probably looked like death.
What was going on? Just an hour ago I was running hard and strong. I got back up
and slogged for about 20 more minutes and I finally went pee and when I saw that
my pee was brown it hit me that I was severely dehydrated. Damn! Why wasn't I
drinking more? Why didn't I spend more time hydrating at Big Mt? Stupid!!! We
were now at the hottest part of the day on the hottest section of the course and
I was in trouble and I knew it. Catching up was going to be tough. I started
chugging my water and quickly drank the entire handheld. Becky was so good to me
through this section even though I was a total mess. She kept giving me her cold
water to drink and kept the towel around my neck wet and cool. My stomach was
still a mess and I thought maybe a trip to into the bush would help, but as I
stepped off the trail I got attacked by a yellow jacket that started stinging my
left calf. Low point. The more I drank the better I felt, but my steam did not
come back quickly at all. In fact through this entire 14 mile section I never
had it. I was passed by dozens of runners. Demoralizing.

At the Alexander Ridge aid (47.4) Becky got me some ice water, a peanut
butter sandwich and some cookies. I drank a lot and then I noticed Josh sitting
in a chair and not looking very good. He looked totally wrecked and was having
some major issues, but after a few minutes he got up and hiked out. It helped
inspire me to get out of the chair and get moving. There is a long climb in a
grassy meadow out of the aid station and last year I ran about half of it, but
this year I walked every step. The heat was brutal. I was wrecked. I just
grinded every step and at the top where at the connector trail I had to stop to
sit on a rock for a minute to keep from puking. From that point on I slowly came
back and started feeling better. We were now out of the sun which made a huge
difference and I had been drinking constantly. Becky was amazing through this
entire section. She talked the whole time to keep my mind off of the grind and
she helped me out so much. Without her I would have been toast out there. The
last few miles we picked up a decent running pace and ran it into Lambs Canyon
aid 8 pounds down. Wow!
Me and Becky trying to stay cool

My crew quickly went to work getting me food and fluids. I drank a lot and
took a lot of time getting refreshed. My second pacer Seth Wold was anxious to
get me moving, but I needed to make sure I took enough time to cool off and get
my body back into the game and it worked. As soon as we hit the Lambs Canyon
road I felt better. We actually ran some of the hills and when we got to the
trail up to Bear Pass I felt great and we really pushed it up to the pass,
passing at least 10 runners. At the top I still felt great so we ran strong all
the way down to Elbow Fork. Just before we hit the road we had to put on our
headlamps because it was now dark. Seth was incredible. He kept track of what I
was eating and drinking and would tell me when I needed to drink, take salt or a
gel. He also pushed me to run up several hills that I probably would have hiked
if I had been by myself. On the way up Millcreek Canyon we were pushing it up
the road when I saw some eyes peering at us just off the road. I said hey check
out those eyes and we both put our headlamps on a large cougar that was checking
us out. Seth went for his camera, but before we could get the picture the cat
took off back into the brush. Awesome!
We got into the Upper Big Water aid (61.6) feeling good. Seth got me some
soup and Coke and I put on some warm clothes. It was cold! He got me back up and
moving and we pushed and slogged to Desolation Lake. Seth kept pushing me to run
and it really helped. I was now feeling great again and things were definitely
looking up. At Desolation Lake aid (66.9) we stopped to grab more soup and I
downed a hot chocolate as well. There were several runners stopped there
including some that were laying down by the fire. I remember it being brutally
cold going out of this aid station and I didn't warm back up unitl I hit the
Wasatch Crest. From there we got into a running pace again and ran a good
portion to Scott Hill aid (70.7) where I went into the tent for more soup and
tried to get warm. Seth got me moving out of there which was smart. It was so
cold leaving the tent and again I shivered for several minutes until I warmed
back up.
Me and Seth coming into Brighton
This year I was actually able to run a good section of the road down to
Brighton where last year I had to hike it because of my feet. Brighton was also
really cold and I decided I was going to put on all of my warm clothes. We got
into the lodge and I was actually up 4 pounds. Seth had done an amazing job
making sure I ate, drank, took salt and pushed myself. It was the perfect
balance and I am so grateful he was there. In the lodge I was greeted by Kelli
and my crew who were so good to me. They took care of me and made sure I ate and
drank and Greg gave my IT bands another rub. I had to put on more glide (sorry
eveyone in the bathroom) and I took off my shoes for the first time to shake out
the rocks and sand. My good friend Rob would be pacing me to the finish and I
was happy to have him with me.
At Brighton aid stop

Going out into the cold was hard and I seemed to have lost some steam hiking
up to Catherine Pass. My climbing legs were gone. On the descent down into Ant
Knolls it became apparent that my toes were not happy with all of the descent
and they were on fire just like last year. I was wishing I had my poles and I
knew it was going to be a grind to the finish. I also noticed some pain in my
right calf and with each descent the pain got worse to the point where running
became very painful. We were so slow and finally hit Any Knolls where I wanted
some breakfast, but they weren't serving it for 50 more minutes. I would have to
wait until Poll Line to get my pancakes, sausage and Coke. The steep climb out
of Ant Knolls was hard, but it felt much better than descending. After the climb
we tried to get into a running pace again on the flatter sections, but I could
only shuffle along because my calf was now cramping pretty bad. Every time I ran
Rob would encourage me and keep reminding me of the under 30 hour finish that I
wanted. At that point though I didn't care. The pain in my toes and calf was
much greater than the desire to go under 30 hours.
At Poll Line I did get my breakfast and just like last year I fell asleep in
the chair. Rob had to get me up and moving again and the next 4-5 miles were
very hard and painful. What a grind. Rock Springs aid seemed much further than
last year and when we finally made it I just wanted to keep moving, so I filled
my bottle, grabbed two gels and we left. The next section is one of the most
difficult of the entire course. With 'The Dive', 'The plunge' and 'Irv's Torture
chamber' I was definitely worried about my feet and legs and for good reason. It
was just plain hard and painful. After several minutes Rob made me laugh with
"I'm tired of diving and plunging". Rob made me laugh a lot even though I was
hurting and it was really good having him there. Irv's Torture Chamber was
indeed torture and it was a major slog to Pot Bottom (93.1) where we stopped and
I ate a banana, cookies and some Red Vines.


The last 7 miles were really hard and I was glad to have Rob there to push me
along and make me laugh. The rocky road was once again a miserable run and with
my hurting toes it was downright brutal. I lost count of how many times my big
toes banged into a rock ,which would send a shooting pain up my leg. When we
finally hit the single track I knew that the finish was close and I really
picked up my pace. I was now running faster than I had in the last 12 hours and
I kept it up all the way to the finish, running every step of the last two
miles. I think the adrenaline kicked in because I couldn't feel the pain in my
calf and toes until after the finish. Finishing was just as sweet the second
time around. My wife, kids, mom and dad were there along with several of my
running friends. Awesome! What an experience. I'm still trying to process all of
it. I know I will do Wasatch again, but I think it is time to try a 100 miler
with a little less elevation change and one where I won't lose both of my big
toe nails (yep they are gone again).Thanks to eveyone that helped me in some
way. I appreciate all of your support. To my pacers and crew I could not have done it without you and especially thanks to Kristina for putting up with all of my craziness.
