June 25, 2017

Congrats to Ryan Sandes - Winner 2017 Western States 100

By mile 62, there was nearly an hour between the leader and the second place runner. The race appeared to be in the bag. The young phenom in the lead was on pace to shatter the course record. But there was one small thing that stood between him and the finish line. The distance.

Yes, the distance. That thing that tends to rear its head on 100 mile races. That thing that holds on to the most promising, the most prodigious and the most unsuspecting of runners, and doesn't let go. That thing that is often disrespected, and rears its ugly head when so regarded. As it was on this day.

I followed most of Western States 100 this year via ultralive.net. What a race!

South African runner Ryan Sandes, a veteran ultra runner and formerly runner up at Western States, overtook Jim Walmsly with about 40k remaining. Gaining a spark in the process, he surged as he moved into first place. The celebration didn’t last long though, because he was now the hunted. Understanding the need to maintain momentum and hold off his rivals closing in on him, he worked with his pacer to get through the later and some of the most difficult sections of the course. 

Congrats also to Dan Barger, a Grand Slam contender this year, for capturing the 50 - 59 age group win at Western and besting my WS Grand Slam time by 39 minutes. Is he on his way to setting new 50-59 grand slam record? There is 300 miles to go. Is anyone paying attention to this? I am.   

See the Sandes finish line interview here.

June 20, 2017

2017 Big Horn Trail 100 - Of Slog and Sludge

A total of 437 runners started this year’s Big Horn 100 mile trail race. 175 finished. Rain fell relentlessly for nearly 24 hours during the race. What unfolded was chaos and confusion.

I went into this race thinking weather could be a factor. Just a few days before it snowed in Yellowstone and hail the size of grapefruits slammed through vehicle windshields in southern Wyoming. Were these signals from mother nature?

I thought it odd when a race official told me the day before they were only forecasting a 3% chance of rain on race day. Yahoo Weather was saying 50%.

Any questions about the rain were quickly answered as sprinkles dribbled down upon us during the pre-race briefing before the race. The same race official told us not to bother changing our shoes or socks at the turn around. He said they were going to get wet and muddy near the top of the mountain and dry shoes and socks will just get wet and muddy all over again.

He apparently had no idea of the deluge that was about to occur.

The Bighorn Trail 100 takes place on the eastern slopes of the Big Horn mountains in the state of Wyoming. The course is an out and back and starts at 3,900 feet and ascends to 9,000 feet at the 48 mile turn around. As a Hard Rock qualifier, it ranks high on the difficulty scale in the best of conditions with 18,700 feet of elevation gain and lots of technical single track trail. Throw in incessant rain, cold, and a trail disintegrating into mud, goop and sludge and you have, in my humble opinion, a difficulty rating much like the HC climbing category in the Tour de France, beyond categorization.


She was sitting on the side of the trail. Her nose was broken from a fall when her face hit a rock. We could see it bent to one side. We asked if she needed help. She said no and just sat there.

Big Horn runner Matt Scarlett on an anonymous runner at Big Horn Trail 100, June 17, 2017

As ultra runners, I believe we must take responsibility for what we sign up for, regardless of the conditions we find ourselves in. It was this maxim that I threw out the window somewhere around mile 53 when the trail below me went from murky mud to a frothy goop and rendered running or hiking virtually impossible. At this stage of the race I was descending into a long, desperate trudge through the night with episodes of epileptic-like contortions to maintain balance accompanied by vulgar outbursts. The sequence continued to repeat itself. One moment I was on my feet stepping gingerly down the trail, and the next I was spinning desperately out of control, often ending face first or ass down in the sludge.

I lost count after falling 15 times. My body was taking a beating. My pride was tattered and seeking shelter by the thought of giving up. I just kept hoping I wouldn’t fall on a rock, a stump, or off a ledge. I found myself cursing at the course, the race directors, the rain, the Forrest Service and the mud out loud for letting this happen to me. I tried telling myself the trail would get better, the rain would stop, and things would get back to normal. But that didn’t happen. The rain just kept falling, and the trail, which supposedly was going to be muddy only near the top, got worse as we descended back down the mountain. I vowed never to return to this place again. I vowed to quit the sport. I vowed that I was too old for this crap. And I kept asking myself, why am I out here?

I couldn’t get the negative thoughts out of my head.

Eventually, I came to the realization that it was Me who signed up for this shit show. Me who was blaming everyone and everything. Me who chose this sport. Me who had been in this situation before. And me only who could get me to the finish line.

When I finally arrived at the Dry Fork aid station at mile 82.5, I was waterlogged, beaten down but starting to feel the pull of the finish. The sun was beginning to emerge, and the aid station crew gave me a Macdonald’s cheeseburger. I dumped my lights and ski gloves and headed back out to the trail, burger in hand. It was then I remembered I needed to visit the porta potty. This moment is probably something only my fellow ultra runners can relate to, but sitting down in that porta potty for a couple minutes to relieve myself while munching on a cheeseburger was like, well, nirvana. I know the sun’s rays were shining directly on that porta potty during those precious moments.

One of my favorite things about running 100 milers is talking to the other runners on the same journey. Conversing back and forth during the run, encouraging each other during difficult sections, just being in the elements with other people, it makes the absurdity more bearable. I met runners at Big Horn Trail 100 from Denver, San Antonio, Buffalo, Boston, Sheridan, San Francisco, Minneapolis, and New York City. Every one of them had that undeniable ultra spirit. Some of us made it to the finish, others didn’t. But each of us stepped into the ring with the beast.

Finally, thanks to all the volunteers who braved some downright awful conditions through the night. You deserve a buckle too.

Keep it real runners. 

June 13, 2017

OK, I failed.

A few months ago I posted that I was going to do something I’ve never done before every week. Well, I failed. Sorry folks. I couldn’t hold on to the spirit that captured my imagination last new year’s eve. I gave it a good college try. I jumped in the ocean naked, hiked a mountain and skied down, visited the house I grew up in when I was a wee boy, and even turned right when I usually turn left. But then life got in the way, apathy and general malaise. You know what I mean?

Anyway, I’m NOT making excuses. I’m just admitting that I blew it off. It became something more important that the reason I chose to do it. That reason being to simply keep life interesting. Avoid the boring. Shake it up. Throw some pepper in the stew.

--> I’m glad to say that I haven’t abandoned throwing the pepper in just yet. This week brought out some good spices for me to play with….

The Grasshopper Is Hungry. See Him?

Yellowstone 6-13-17 @ 12:30 pm

Yellowstone 6-13-17 @ 1:10 pm

June 12, 2017

All Parts Wyoming

The Big Horn Basin, nestled between the Big Horn Mountains to the east and the Grand Tetons to the west. I could get used to this...