Week in Review:
October 21-27
Monday, October 21st
OFF—Rest Day
Tuesday, October 22nd
PM—3 Miles—0:32—850’—Mushroom
Rock (Carbondale, CO)
After a nice chiropractic session with my friend Michele
Zebrowitz I decided to get out for a little run and test my lower back (and the
new pair of shoes I just bought). Mushroom Rock is a quick and easy one-mile, 800’+
climb that usually takes me about 14 minutes at easy-to-moderate effort. Today
I ran at super easy pace and topped out in 14:42. I probably spent 20 minutes
or so sitting on the rock admiring Sopris from afar. I probably descended a
little harder than I should have, even sneaking in some sub-6 pace.
Wednesday, October 23rd
PM—7 Miles—1:08—1,050’—Porcupine
Rim (Moab, UT)
Easy run on Porcupine Rim to shake my legs out after driving
all day. Amazing sunset. Feels good to be back in the desert…
Thursday, October 24th
PM1—2 Miles—0:42—700’—Hidden
Valley
Some great views on this little trail. It starts off with a
short climb then, like everything else around here, levels off. I did quite a
bit of scrambling around/bouldering once I topped out on the climb.
PM2—6 Miles—1:06—1,350’—La
Sal Foothills
Met up with Bryon Powell for a nice run around the foothills
of the La Sals. A little on-trail, a little off-trail, a lot of awesome. We had
great views of the La Sals from just about everywhere on the ascent. I opted to
keep the descent super easy since my lower back is still hurting from
time-to-time. It’s always nice to have good company on a run. Cooled down with
a beer and views of the La Sals on the iRunFar HQ patio.
Friday, October 25th
OFF—Climbing at Indian Creek
Saturday, October 26th
AM—1
Mile—0:51—1,000’—Easy scrambling on Kane Creek Road
I decided to try reaching the rim of the canyon from our
campsite on Kane Creek Road before giving some of the MTB riders a shuttle up
the mountain. The scramble up was a little different than anything I’ve
experienced since beginning scrambling/climbing; loose, crumbling rock (well,
dried mud is more accurate) that you can’t really depend on for anything. Fun
stuff. As I neared the rim I realized that the guys were planning to leave
fairly soon for their ride. So, I cut the ascent short and made quick work of
the descent back to camp. Of course, there was blood. It’s just not a run
without a little blood or a little mud…
PM—6
Miles—0:54—950’—Porcupine Rim
Pretty easy run on the ascent. Right before I began the return trip a group of 10 or so douchey MTB
riders passed. So I decided to give them a few minute head start before running
them down. I hovered around a 6:30 minute/mile pace for most of the descent,
which was enough to catch up to them. Worst part about Moab is the MTB riders
since most of them tend to be raging douche bags.
Sunday, October 27th
PM—5
Miles—0:54—400’—Bar M Trails
I almost decided to take a rest day, but when I met up with
Amanda later she wanted to get out for an easy run. So, I joined. We did a
relaxed 5-mile loop while both of us tried not to throw up our late lunch.
Miles— 30
Time—6 hours 9 minutes
Elevation Gain—6,300
feet
I’m still trying to ease into things since my lower back
still bothers me on occasion. Slickrock always tends to give my body a bit of a
beating for the first week or so until I get used to running on it again.
Week in Review:
October 28 – November 3
Monday, October 28th
AM—9
Miles—1:54—1,700’—Devil’s Garden Loop (Arches National Park)
This is the longest trail in Arches National Park and it
provides views of something like eight different arches. So, I had to give it a
go. The ranger at the information center came off as more of a fear monger than
the stooges on Fox News. She felt compelled to warn me about the strenuous
“scrambling” involved on this trail and how it would likely take me something
ridiculous like 5+ hours to complete. I laughed in her face, said that I
probably wouldn’t have to use my hands at all, and would be done in less than
two hours. The loop was classic slickrock trail for about half of the way; run
to a cairn, slow down to spot the next one, then repeat. Pretty easy terrain, though. I dabbled in a
little easy scrambling, but wasn’t about to push it with the 50mph+ wind gusts
that were funneling through the area. I took this run pretty easy since it
takes me a few runs to soften my impact while running on slickrock trails.
Tuesday, October 29th
PM—6 Miles—1:24—700’—Negro
Bill Canyon
My back was hurting a little today. So, I decided to do a
flat run up Negro Bill Canyon to the Morning Glory Natural Bridge to see if
that loosened it up a little. While returning, I noticed a side canyon that
seemed worth exploring. I ventured off that way and it quickly turned into a
fun bushwhacking session. At the end of the canyon it looked like there were a
few caves at the base of the cliffs. When I headed over to check them out I
noticed a dog leash with the collar still attached just lying on the ground. I
bolted and got the hell out of there before some “Hills Have Eyes” crap went
down…
Wednesday, October 30th
AM—6 Miles—1:24—1,650’—Gooseberry
Trail and White Rim Overlook (Canyonlands NP)
I went to the information center to ask for advice on some
trails. I asked for the most strenuous trails they had—Gooseberry was the
recommendation. While it was a great little run that provided some stellar
views and a little climb, I wouldn’t call it “strenuous” by any stretch of the
imagination. The trail was moderately technical with no real steep areas. I
took the descent easy (still babying my lower back), sat at the bottom for a
while, then made my way up pretty quick. After topping out, I added the short out-and-back
to the White Rim Overlook. Once I finished the run I jogged around a bit on the
pavement to cool down when a sharp pain in my left interior knee came out of
nowhere. Oh, didn’t see another person on any of the trails today.
Thursday, October 31st
AM—12 Miles—2:31—2,100’—Lathrop
Trail (Canyonlands NP)
This was another information center recommendation. I found
this trail to be quite a bit more enjoyable than Gooseberry. The trail cleverly
snaked around below the rim as meandered down towards White Rim Road. There
were excellent views from pretty much every step of the way. The few miles of
descent were capped off with a few more miles of flat running through a wash
until reaching the road. I probably spent 15 minutes or so at the road to
appreciate my surroundings and the fact that I hadn’t seen another person since
leaving the trailhead (and wouldn’t see anyone for the duration of the day).
Shortly into the return trip the sharp pain in my left knee came back—mainly
while running flat or descending. The pain eventually subsided and I was able
to sneak in some 7:15 pace. Unlike Gooseberry, this trail actually had some
steep, loose sections that pretty much necessitated a power hike.
Friday, November 1st
PM—6
Miles—0:44—400’—Moab Dirt Road
As I started driving from Moab towards the Grand Canyon I
realized I hadn’t run yet today. So, I stopped for a quick little run on a
random dirt road between Moab and the turnoff to The Creek. It felt good to run
a somewhat decent pace for a few miles.
Saturday, November 2nd
AM—7
Miles—1:13—2,000’—South Kaibab to Skeleton Point (Grand Canyon, AZ)
I decided to sneak down into the canyon to give my legs an
idea of what is to come tomorrow. Quick, easy run down to Skeleton Point with a
pretty solid effort on the ascent. About halfway down a guy was on the ground
with a broken ankle and a helicopter rescue en route. At Skeleton Point I saw
the helicopter come down for the landing. I was a bit surprised to see it still
parked there on my way back up. I stuck around for a few extra minutes to watch
the takeoff—a pretty amazing sight. Of course, I forgot my friggin’ camera…
Sunday, November 3rd
AM—42 Miles—9:47—11,100’—Grand
Canyon Rim2Rim2Rim
After a horrible night of sleep I headed into the park
around 4 AM to start getting things ready for a 6:30-7 AM start. I immediately
started pounding coffee for two reasons: to wake up after sleeping for only
about two hours and to clear out my stomach to avoid the problems associated
with the pounding of two ~5,000’ descents. On Saturday night, I set out all of
the clothing, gear, food, etc. that I would possibly want to take along for the
run. In the morning, common sense took over and I left pretty much everything
behind. I put on some arm sleeves and a singlet, but after getting out of my
truck for a few minutes I immediately knew those would be overkill. I eventually
settled on heading out with the following:
-New Balance MT110 shoes
-Super-short RaceReady running shorts with a bunch of
pockets
-Nathan waist belt (to hold the UD flask so it wouldn’t
bounce in my shorts)
-UD 5-ounce flask with 500 calories of VFuel gels (I used
about 200 calories of VFuel)
-Two GU double espresso gels—in case I needed a jolt of
energy given my lack of sleep (I didn’t use them)
-Two GU mandarin orange gels—I like citrus flavors after I’ve
been going all day (I took both of them)
-Two UD handhelds with a combined ~500 calories of GU
Roctane
-Mountain Hardware Ghost Whisperer Anorak windshell (never
used it)
-Head wrap
-Sunglasses
-Suunto Ambit watch
-Toilet paper (never leave the Taco without it)
By far, the best decision I made all day was ditching the
upper body clothing in my truck and heading out shirtless from the start. I
would have shed those layers before I reached the river anyways. Around 6:30AM
I began the 0.5 mile warm-up jog to the South Kaibab Trailhead with the morning
coffee starting to kick in. My plan was to stop at the toilets near the
trailhead before taking off—hopefully not having to worry about any bathroom
issues for the rest of the day. It’s amazing how fast those plans can change
when you’re closing in on the trailhead and see a mule train making its way
there too. If there’s one thing you want to avoid during a run in the Canyon it’s
getting behind a mule train. The wranglers leading the trains tend to be
assholes when it comes to letting runners pass them.
So, as I trotted through the parking lot towards the TH I frantically
messed with my watch hoping it would find a GPS signal quickly. Thankfully, it
did. Without a bathroom stop and my typical moment of reflection or whatever at
the TH I just dove straight into the Canyon ahead of the mules. I probably started
about 15 minutes earlier than I planned and checked my watch a few times to
make sure it was actually tracking. Visibility was OK, but the winds were so
bad and stirring up enough dirt that I had to put on my sunglasses almost
immediately to both keep dirt out of my eyes and keep my eyes from watering.
My pace was pretty mellow down to Skeleton Point (about 3
miles or so down) due to limited visibility and high winds. The winds were
probably in the 30-50mph range. As I approached Skeleton Point the Canyon was
coming to life under the light of the rising sun. Sunrise in the Grand Canyon
is something truly special to witness.
Below Skeleton Point the winds died substantially and the
sun had provided enough light for me to see finer details of the trail. The
first glimpse of the Colorado River occurs just below Skeleton Point. To the
inexperienced runner this can be a bit daunting. I mean, the river is still
almost 3,000 vertical feet below. I continued pushing downhill and eventually
reached the river in 0:57 and Phantom Ranch in 1:05. At Phantom I stopped to
refill one of my bottles and received a few cat calls from some of the girls—must
be the shaved legs…
Up to this point, my legs generally felt like crap—little aches
and pains appeared in my quads, hamstrings, calves, shins, feet, and knees. I
kept waiting for the sharp knee pain I experienced in Canyonlands NP to show,
but fortunately it never did. In hindsight, yesterday’s run down to Skeleton
Point and back up was likely a bad idea.
The run from Phantom to Cottonwood Campground passed by
quickly, but my legs felt like hell nearly every step of the way—especially on
the mellow, uphill grades. Lucky for me, this entire stretch of trail is mellow
uphill. I still managed to get to Cottonwood in 2:16 and the Pumphouse
Residence in 2:35. I was able to “run” every step of the way from the residence
to the bridge below Supai Tunnel, but from the bridge to the North Rim was a nauseous
death march that saw me on the verge of throwing up the entire time. At Supai
Tunnel my stomach finally had enough. Good thing there’s a bathroom there
because there are not many places on the Grand Canyon corridor trails where one
can answer the call of nature without an audience.
I finally reached the North Rim (halfway point) in 4:20,
taking 1:45 to stagger my way up the ~6 miles from the residence. All I wanted
to do was throw up and quit. If I had a way to quit there I probably would
have, but my truck was 21 miles away on the other side of the Canyon. Quitting
wasn’t really an option. I spent about four minutes on the rim downing a few
gels, stretching my beat up legs, and mentally preparing for a 14-mile descent.
Ugh…
The descent started off slow, really slow. I stopped for
about 3 minutes at Supai Tunnel to guzzle water and drench myself under the
faucet. The somewhat steep terrain from the rim down to the bridge put a bit of
a beating on my quads. I decided to take this stretch really easy in the
interest of saving my legs for the ~6 miles and ~5,000’ climb up South Kaibab. Once
I hit the bridge I started picking up the pace a little and reached Cottonwood
Campground in 5:49. I felt like I was going to throw up every step of the way.
With seven miles between me and the next water source, I
spent three minutes pounding water and soaking myself again. The temperatures
were likely only in the 70’s, but during an entire summer spent in the high
country of Colorado I rarely experienced temperatures this high on any run. I
had been sweating my ass off and feeling the effects of dehydration since
Phantom Ranch at mile ~7. It seemed that I just couldn’t drink enough water
throughout the day.
After the pit stop, I took off towards Phantom Ranch. This
was probably the most enjoyable section of trail for me all day. Nausea, muscle
fatigue, mental exhaustion, and a host of aches and pains were present every
step of the way. Yet, somehow I managed to forget about all of these things and
just focus on one thing, “I’m running in the bottom of the f’ing Grand Canyon,
it doesn’t get much better than this!” As I took my eyes off the trail to gaze
around the inner canyon walls my legs just kept going without requiring any
thought or effort. Before I knew it I had arrived at Phantom Ranch in 7:01—averaging
sub-10 minute miles from Cottonwood. Considering that nothing felt good
physically I was rather pleased with this pace.
At Phantom, I spent a little over five minutes chugging
water, soaking myself, downing two gels, and trying not to throw up everywhere.
My legs hurt, my stomach was churning, and dizziness was starting to set in. The
stretch from Phantom to the river passed by easily—I reached the river in 7:15.
I was able to run up the first few switchbacks out of the river bed, which had
me incredibly optimistic about a quick exit from the Canyon. Turns out I forgot
that the South Kaibab Trail has a sick-and-twisted sense of humor.
It didn’t take long for the steepness of South Kaibab to
force me into a death march. Any hiking pace, regardless of speed, just seemed
to take every ounce of my dwindling energy. Running was the most comfortable
cadence for me, but anything steeper than the trails encountered in The Box was
impossible for me to run. The next logical thing for me would be a hands-on-knees-nose-in-the-dirt
power hike. Yeah, that wasn’t happening either. So, death march it was.
On the way out I passed a handful of people, which I always
appreciate for the crawl back out of the South Rim. It’s always fun to see the
reactions of people you passed earlier in the day when they see you passing
them again. I passed one couple who was on their way down (to where? I don’t
know). Apparently I passed them earlier in the day on my way down South Kaibab.
Now I was passing them on my way up South Kaibab while they were still heading
down. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I had covered damn near 40
miles and a double crossing of the Grand Canyon before they had even made the
6-mile descent of South Kaibab.
Shortly after Skeleton Point, I passed a park ranger and
talked to her for a few minutes. She is the only ranger I’ve ever passed while
running in the Grand Canyon who thought what I was doing was “badass” and never
said anything negative about the concept of R2R2R or my minimal approach to it.
She didn’t give me the typical “you’re a fucking idiot” look that I receive
from pretty much every ranger in the Canyon. She just thought it was awesome
and kept talking about how I was making great time.
The short break provided a little burst of energy that
coincided with a runnable section of trail. So, I hit it with a decent effort.
I had already accepted that I likely wasn’t going to sneak in under 10 hours
and just focused on holding a steady pace up to the South Rim. The nausea,
dizziness, and constant feeling of being on the verge of puking my guts out
persisted from river to rim. I found myself stopping several times on the
ascent to brace myself on a rock since I felt like I was going to faint. For most
of the trip up I hugged the inside of the trail, staying away from the edge
should I actually faint.
After what seemed like an eternity, I caught first glimpse
of the last few switchbacks leading up to the rim. A glance at my watch made me
realize that I was going to break 10 hours. I dug deep, finding what little
energy I had left, and began “running” some of the steep terrain. There was a
lot of grunting, groaning, and yelling in those last fractions of a mile. After
a slow-as-hell 2:37 river-to-rim ascent, the South Kaibab trailhead was finally
before me. Thoroughly spent after the 9:47 double crossing, I flopped down on a
rock to stare back across the Canyon.
In all honesty, I was shooting for a time somewhere around
nine hours. That being said, I’m pretty happy with the 9:47—that’s 2:02 off my
previous PR double crossing. Considering that I felt like absolute hell for
50-75% of the day it’s hard to not be pleased with a 9:47.
The Grand Canyon double crossing is always a beautiful mix
of pleasure and pain; the countless jaw-dropping views are contrasted by the
grueling ascents/descents, daunting views from the river up to the rim, seemingly
endless mental/physical exhaustion, and the effects of relentless exposure to
the brutal sun. I suppose this blissful suffering is what has kept me coming
back for the past three years…
Miles—88
Time— 18 hours 59
minutes
Elevation Gain— 19,650
feet
Well, this was my first decent week of running since The
Bear 100 back in late-September. My lower back seems to finally be coming
along, which has allowed me to get out on some longer runs. It’s kind of crazy
to think of all the amazing things I’ve seen in just this week alone: Arches
National Park, Canyonlands National Park, the Grand Canyon, and a few other
runs around the Moab area. For the past two years I’ve really enjoyed the months
of October and November as they’ve allowed me to truly explore the desert
landscapes provided by Utah and Arizona. While the mountains will always be my
home, the desert will always be my home away from home.
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| Driving over Independence Pass on my way to Carbondale. This is why I was headed to Moab... |
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| First run back in Moab--a sunset run on Porcupine Rim |
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| Hidden Valley Trail in Moab. La Sals in the distance. |
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| Awesome view of the La Sals from the iRunFar HQ patio. And this view is just a reflection in the mirror... |
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| This piece certainly didn't do what it was supposed to... |
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| Devil's Garden Loop in Arches National Park |
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| Devil's Garden Loop |
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| Negro Bill Canyon in Moab |
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| Off-trail exploring in Negro Bill Canyon |
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| Sunrise at the Island in the Sky district of Canyonlands National Park |
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| View of the awaiting ascent from White Rim Road |
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| It's actually a pretty short, easy ascent... |
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| View from the White Rim Overlook (I think?) |
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| Panorama from the same overlook |
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| Sunset over Green River in Canyonlands NP |
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| Looking back on the Lathrop Trail. You can see the trail continuing up (to the left of the photo) and you can also see the trail continuing way down in the canyon (sort of in the middle of the photo) if you look close enough. |
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| Damn...Not a comforting sign to see when you've had as many mountain lion encounters as I have... |
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| It's hard not to love the Grandest of Canyons... |
