Moab 50K (+/- 3.5 miles)

Brrrr! This is my friend Kristen and I about to embark on our craziest run ever. We went to Moab Utah earlier this month for a 50K trail run. So how far is 50K? Roughly 32 miles. Unless of course, you are the course setters who can't measure (more on that later). The start was at 8:30am in the canyons south of town. It was chilly so we donned our cold weather gear which we would hand off to Jim right before the start or stuff in our packs as we warmed up. There was also a 10 & 20 mile option that day, making for approximately 250 runners toeing up for a mass start. The air buzzed with excitement and shivered with nerves mixed with goosebumps. We had done quite a bit of prerace preparation; course mapping, aid station and cut off times recorded, pace expectations - we were ready! However, knowing full well that we would not stand a chance at winning we brought along a camera to document our journey. Our goal was to finish strong and finish together. No man (or woman) was to be left behind!

The course was typical Moab...Jeep road, slick rock and sand. Just follow the yellow brick...Opps! I mean fluorescent green dots and yellow ribbons. With a lack of vegetation, much of the course was marked with biodegradable paint dots and arrows on the rocks. Above, was the beginning of the first big ascent. The slick rock was covered with a thin sandy film, truly making it slick.

Kristen coming out of the shadowy canyon and posing in her true flair! Basking in the moments of light before delving back into the shadowy brisk air was truly a treat that morning.

Sometimes we just had to stop and take in the beauty that surrounded us. A natural amphitheatre in the making.

Finally, to the top of the first climb! Sunny skies and a brief downhill stint would warm our blood and make our tummies rumble. Knowing the first aid station was close, we ran like the wind to the table of salty potato chips and pretzels that awaited us. Staffed by the local Jeep club, the aid station (not pictured) offered snacks, drinks and a warm camp fire. The volunteers had spent the night in this remote location to ensure a rest stop for weary runners. They were all bundled in down jackets and beanie caps, as we ran through in thin shorts and sleeveless shirts. They checked off our numbers as we munched and gulped our calorie laden goods. Then we were off for more adventure!

The jeep road turned into a narrow trail following closely along the cliff of numerous canyons. In this picture, if you look to the bottom, you can see the Hunter Canyon trail. We would soon descend from our current location, follow a road and then run up the single track below. The views were spectacular, but we were only able to get a few pictures because remember - We had cut off times to beat!

There were times that we questioned the course marker's logic - like here. Look at the trail and follow it to the little green arrow on the rock at the edge of the cliff......

Was it confusing to the other runners that we would be turning? Did the course marker suspect that we might be so weary that we might continue straight and fall hundreds of feet? Well, better safe than sorry; but sometimes the trail is just obvious.

Many miles and over a thousand feet in elevation later, this was our view. We had climbed from the valley floor below along an old jeep road. I am not sure which was more breath taking: the view or the climb. The geology is amazing in Utah. Natural swirls of rock that can only be appreciated from high above make any climb worth the sweat and burning muscles. The aid station prior to this climb was in our opinions (and others we encountered) poorly stocked. The lack of food did little to prepare one's body for such a steep endeavor. Fortunately, Kristen and I had carried our own goodies. While some may have criticized the added weight of our small packs laden with extra gels, energy bars and gooey chews; others were thankful. At the top of this section, we encountered another runner with whom we had chatted with earlier in the run. She was zapped, bonking from a lack of calories she had only a single water bottle that she carried and was relying on the aid stations for her food needs. We stopped and offered her an energy bar and a couple of gel packs. She was grateful and mumbled thanks as she stuffed her mouth with chewy goodnesses. However, I would later question our good intentions as she went on to pass us with new found energy and we would not see her again until the end.

The top of the climb placed us onto a wide open plateau. Here you can see the snow capped La Sal mountains miles away. We had to pick up our pace with not much time to stop and record the beauty. For miles back we (and many others equipped with GPS devices) realized that they had mismeasured the course. Remember, I mentioned that at the beginning of this story. The aid station that was to be at mile 8.8 was at 9.9. We thought perhaps it was because mile 8.8 was on the side of a cliff which we had to sit on our butts and scoot down the rocks, obviously not a good place to set up a food table and let people gather. Ok, honest mistake. Only it got worse. The aid station that was to be at mile 10.5 was at nearly 14!!! That's over 3 miles off! With this new found knowledge, we had to quickly recalculate our pace in order to make the cut off times. Many people were upset by this grossly large miscalculation on the course setter's part and the fact that they didn't inform anyone or move the the cut off times / mileage points. With the day and age of technology that we live in, many found this to be inexcusable. If we as runners were able to figure this out why couldn't the race directors? What was more confusing is that they claimed this to be a qualifying race for another and did not recognize their mistakes making the the minutes per mile way off. In essence, the 20 milers ran over 23 but their times were posted for only 20 and the 50k was over 3 miles too long as well... reflecting a very slow pace. Oh Well!! Life is what it is and how you deal with it is what separates you from the others.

At first, I admit I was upset. Having to recalculate our pace while on the run was not my idea of fun; however we had decided that we were in this for the experience and not to win. So enjoying our experience is what we did!

After the wide open agoraphobic plateau, we crammed ourselves through a claustrophobic slot canyon. Here Kristen is descending into the slot, which we had to turn sideways and shimmy our way through. I guess the course setter figured if you can make it this far you aren't too big to get through the crack.

Not pictured are the steep traverses that we had to hang on to ropes to get across (our hands were too full to get pictures). Also was an aid station staffed by two people with a Hummer - I didn't know Hummers actually went off road! Creeks that we hopped across, sandy washes the seeped into our shoes, rocks that tried their best to trip our staggering feet and short climbs that took our breath away on the ascent then pounded our knees and quads on the descent: there were many miles not captured on film but they will forever live in our minds, hearts and muscles!

Towards the end we were still in high spirits. Kristen with her classic trail flair, smiling despite blisters on both feet. The mighty Colorado river flowed calmly through the canyon below and washed away the trials and tribulations of the miles before.

FINI - It's not a pretty finishing photo but it's the reality of it all. Kristen with her hands on her hips, resting tired arms that swung away the miles and me in the background reaching for boiled potatoes and salt. Food was all we could think of the last miles. Not sure of what we might be able to eat, we wanted something. The finish hosted a post race BBQ with cheeseburgers, pasta salad and lots of other goodies. However, there wasn't a beer to be found! I guess "real" racers don't chase the miles away with beers... or at least not in front of the finish.

We accomplished our goal - we finished strong and together!

After heading back to Kristen's hotel room for a shower, Jim and I grabbed a light dinner and hit the road for home. He had to work the following morning, so we could not stay the night. After a 3 hour drive home, I thought I might need a crowbar to pry myself out of the truck. I spent the next day sleeping in and treating myself to a lengthy massage in the afternoon. I recovered well.

Kristen and I have already been discussing our next crazy endeavor. Although, we don't know when or where we will meet up again to log miles and memories along the trails.

On a side note: Jim was the most wonderful support crew a girl could ask for! He drove me to Moab the night before the race and spoke words of encouragement to Kristen and I over dinner that night. He carried our extra clothes back to the truck after the start promised to be there at the end.

In the meantime, he had brought his mountain bike and decided to surprise us and meet us along the trail. Well, he ended up following our trail and after meeting up with the crew at the first aid station he realized he wouldn't be able intercept our path. Instead he turned around and set off on an adventure of his own. In his words, he "got wonderfully lost." It was Moab, a mountain biker's dream. He hopped the slick rock and wheelied through the canyons. One handed wheelies are his fortay and a sight to be admired by men on 4-wheelers that were struggling to just make it through the canyon.

He was at the end as he had promised. Capturing our less than "photo finish" and bringing warm clothes to our tired bodies. Patiently waiting while we devoured our greasy cheeseburgers and driving us back to the hotel. Offering congratulations the entire time to Kristen, while I took the world's longest shower. He drove back home, without complaint, late in the night while I rambled on and on about my run. He listened and listened for hours, until we were home and I collapsed into bed. Jim was and is the best support crew I've ever had... Thank you!

Our Local 5 Minutes of Fame

Photo Courtesy of Durango Herald 23 Sept. 2008

Jim, Doug, Aspen and I ran the Animas Mountain Mug Run on Sunday 22 Sept. and our picture appeared in the local paper the next day. I guess the photographer liked the dawgs! The run is the last in a summer long series here in Durango. They are all trail runs of varing lengths and all dog friendly. It's nice in a town where dogs are so much a part of the lifestyle that they allow them in these events. Doug and Aspen are sporting their fancy new bandanas they were given that morning. Jim and I received handmade ceramic coffee mugs created by a local artist. Doug, our labrador, was almost 8 months old at the time of the run. This was his first official event and was all excited by the commotion. Aspen, our golden retriever, is a seasoned veteran and remained calm and steady. Doug is growing everyday and is dwarfing our dear Aspen in size, yet she remains the alfa of the backyard. Aspen will be three in February and Doug will be 9 months old tomorrow. They get along splendidly and despite all the new dogs that have moved in the neighboring yards recently, they remain relatively speachless. It's nice to know that our dogs aren't the barky ones of the neighborhood.

Happy Trails!

The Grand Canyon - Now and Then

So, I am still new at this "blogging" stuff and apparently uploaded the pictures in the wrong order. I thought I could move them around but I can't... or at least can't figure out how. Being somewhat pressed for time they will stay in the order they are. All the pictures are from this year's anniversary trip with the exception of the last. Enjoy! A celebration beer and bagel at the bottom of the Grand Canyon for the birthday boy!!

The famous... huh-hem... infamous Ranger Matt. (Taken on our ascent out of the canyon.)

Love was everywhere!!! Even the prickly pear cactus was in the mood!

Sunrise from the trail on the North Rim. Yes, that's a cup 'o' tea in my hand. (gotta love the reflective gear... you know you gotta be careful with all those cars on the trail... hehe!)

Jim gearing up for the crossing of the Mighty Colorado River. Not for those who are scared of heights!! (Funny... the Colorado was named for it's RED waters, yet they appeared rather GREEN that day.)

Our Honeymoon 2007 - Starting the hike to the bottom at Bright Angel trail head on the South Rim

After one year we're still crazy about each other - or just crazy!

*** Picture taken the morning after our wedding in the San Juan Mountains 2007


WOW!! So we survived our first year of marriage. Many people have said that it is the hardest and after that married life gets easier, if this is true we are in for a cloud ride. For our honeymoon last fall we went to the Grand Canyon. We hiked down Bright Angel trail located at the South Rim and spent two wonderful nights in a cabin at Phantom Ranch located in the depths of the canyon. Upon our descent into the canyon Jim (dressed in a tan shirt and green shorts) was eagerly greeted by many women screeching "Ranger Matt!" They all seems excited and wanted to hug him; I was beginning to wonder if the man I just married had an alter ego. Meanwhile, I hiked along with my bounty. I packed down three (yes three) bottles of wine to celebrate the occasion. Little did I know the staff would have champagne on ice in our cabin when we arrived. After a night full of excitement brought on by the midnight raiding of a ring tail (who really only wanted our trail mix), we spent the second day exploring a creek recommended by the infamous Ranger Matt. (He really does exist and wears a tan shirt, green shorts and has a long ponytail..hence the confusion on the trail by weary female hikers.) We past the afternoon basking naked on the rocks sipping bubbly and enjoying the sun next to a crystal clear creek. The second night graced us with a return by our furry friend, who this time came for the imported chocolate and made a swift get away. We hiked out North Kiabab trail on the third day. Through out the canyons you can see evidence of rock slides from the years past; Jim kept commenting that "sometimes the rocks just fall." Sure enough later that day towards the end of our hike out of the canyon a rock did just that... it fell. It fell not more that 25 feet from where we were. Filling the air with dust and debris, we watched as a boulder the size of a suburban SUV crashed down wiping out the trail below. We went back to check on fellow hikers and found everyone was safe. The trail was immediately closed to mules and extreme caution issued to hikers. Safe and sound we arrived at the North Rim and washed up for dinner. Retiring to our cabin for the evening, we recapped the excitement of our trip and tried not to think about the long trip back around the canyon via a shuttle service and then the long drive home.

That was a year ago. This year for our 1st anniversary we thought it might be fun to run the ENTIRE trail from Rim to Rim in one day. Crazy? According to most, Yes!! However, like I've always said, "Crazy people have more fun!"


So, earlier this month we drove to the South Rim and caught the afternoon shuttle to the North Rim. After nearly 12 hours in cars, nothing sounded better that pizza and beers. We grabbed dinner and headed to our cabin. After eating, drinking and sorting out our gear; we set the alarm clock and retired early. Morning came all too quickly. The alarm never went off (it was set for PM not AM) but we awoke after a restless night with anticipation of our next grand adventure. We headed to the coffee bar for our morning jolt and then crammed into yet another shuttle with eager hikers. Arriving at the trail head in the still chilly darkness of the early hours, everyone set out at their own pace. Most were just going to the bottom to camp for a night or two. They were loaded down with big heavy packs thus Jim and I passed them quickly in our running attire and light day packs. We ran, skipped and hopped along singing songs and laughing down the trail. We arrived at Phantom Ranch in good time and picked up the sack lunches we had previously ordered. We rested at the bottom for about an hour and a half. We shared a Tecate beer in celebration of our anniversary (a $4 beer without lime never tasted so good!) After visiting with others at the bottom and letting our food settle we took to the trail and crossed the mighty Colorado River. It took longer to hike out than it did to hike in. We stopped along the way and chatted with other hikers and even ran it to Ranger Matt from the previous year. It was a hard trek out, a very steep trail. Yet the stunning views and encouraging company made it worth it. During the last few steep climbs, Jim serenaded me with songs like "Stairway to Heaven." Inspiring words but considering we were leaving a peaceful canyon and reentering the hustle and bustle of civilization, I felt "Stairway to Hell" might be more appropriate. We arrived at the top of the trail head just in time to sprint to the bus that would take us back to our truck. We celebrated our victory with Frenchies on the bus, despite the language barrier they seemed to understand what we had just accomplished and applauded us. We wrapped up our day with hot coin operated showers and a huge spaghetti dinner. Crawling into the tent that night, we wished each other "Happy Anniversary." Then before he could give me a kiss good night I rolled over and began snoring like a lumberjack. (I've never heard myself snore but that's what he said.)




We completed the 21 mile trek - down a mile and up a mile - in 10 hours and 40 minutes. It was worth every minute and sore muscle!! We might go back next year. We've talked of taking packs and spending four days camping around in the canyon. As for now, we are just entering our second year of marital bliss and loving each other every day of it!!