(TLDR version: I ran 100 miles, it went better than
expected, my crew was awesome.)
I had the great opportunity of running my third hundred mile
race recently at Kettle Moraine 100 miler in Wisconsin. I’ll start off by saying that I have been
really lucky so far in running ultras. I
have yet to DNF and have not had anything go spectacularly wrong in a race (my
first hundo was really tough, but I was able to finish). This recap is all about planning, crew and
having fun.
I went into this race with a goal of a sub-24 hour
finish. Kettle is a relatively easy
course as far as 100 milers go. It is
very runnable with well-maintained trails and it has total elevation gain of
less than 10,000 feet. I don’t think
that any 100 miler is easy, but this was a good race to shoot for a PR. My first 100 (Superior) was done in 33:30 and
my second (Pinhoti) was 27:00. I figured
I had a sub-24 hour race in me if everything came together. I trained harder than for my last hundo (but
still only 860 miles in the 23 proceeding weeks) and was diligent about doing
speedwork this time around. The race
specific training seemed to make a big impact on results.
I had the best crew and pacers anyone could hope for in this
race. Paul Schlagel is a local runner I
met about 8 months prior when he lent me a garmin for my last race. We had met only a few times, but had some
conversations about running. Paul nailed
his first hundred this spring at Zumbro and was signed up for Kettle, but
injured his knee a few weeks before it began.
Paul graciously agreed to come along to crew and was invaluable. Joe Lang and Matt McCarty are running friends
who agreed to come along and crew and pace.
Both are strong runners and all around funny guys which made the trip
down and the entire experience a blast.
Additionally, we had Matt Lutz meeting us down at the race and he was
running the hundred as well. We planned
the trip together, camped together and cheered each other on. I paced Matt in his Superior finish last year
and was looking forward to seeing how his race would go as he had little
training due to a heavy work schedule and family responsibilities.
We left Minneapolis on Friday afternoon for the long drive
down to Southern Wisconsin. The hours
flew by as tales of debauchery and running filled the truck. Packet pickup was uneventful other than a
good talk with John Taylor who was running Kettle for his 83rd
hundred mile or further finish. John
told tales of an easy course, but to beware the section he nicknamed “The Serengeti”.
After a nice meal I settled in for a
quick night’s sleep in the tent.
Race morning went by quickly with some pictures with
friends, pictures of the Gnarly Bandits and an uneventful start at 6:00 a.m. Kettle has quite a few different races going
on all at once. I started with the other
hundred milers, the hundred mile relay teams and the 100k runners. This made it interesting to try to decipher
who was going out how fast, and why. The
course starts with an approximate 50k out and 50k back on the same trail, then
the course takes a slightly different 38 mile out and back that shares the same
7.5 miles with the prior out and back. I
wanted to push the pace early in the race to get further out front and stretch
the legs a little. I visited with a
handful of other runners and enjoyed company until I met my crew at mile
6. I had prepped my crew with my diva-like
tendencies (they were given a 22 page crew packet with explicit directions for
how the race should go). I came into the
first aid station and most subsequent aid stations and gave them an empty
bottle, grabbed a handful of food and a couple quick drinks of Heed and Coke,
grabbed a new bottle from the crew and hit the trail again (they also had bacon
for me at the first aid station). I hit
mile 6 in 28th place and 8 minutes ahead of my plan.
The crew was fantastic.
They had everything ready for me, encouraged me, pushed me out of aid
stations, tended to my every desire, updated social media and took
pictures. They had Nascar-like
efficiency and were always ready with a quick joke or degrading comment.
Miles 6-14 were uneventful other than falling in with a
group of fast runners that I really had no business hanging with. This included Jason Rezac from Minneapolis
(who eventually ended up in 13th place) and a runner I nicknamed LA
Jesus because that is what he looked like.
This group kept a solid pace and had good conversations to keep the
miles moving by quickly. Besides one
nasty toe stubbing and one pit-stop these miles were wonderful. I hit mile 14 in 31st place and 12
minutes ahead of my plan.
Miles 14-23 is some of the toughest on the course, not due
to difficult trails (this is perhaps the most runnable section), but due to a
lot of open exposure to the sun through prairies and meadows that hold humidity
and bugs. This is the Serengeti section
John discussed and another runner nicknamed “Helter Swelter”. We were extremely lucky that despite fairly
warm temps and high humidity we caught a break with some cloud cover on the
first trip through this section. The
miles rolled by fairly effortlessly and I found myself coming into the aid
station at mile 23 in approximately four hours which was ahead of my plan. Banking some extra time versus my plan seemed
the wise move given that I felt good and I wanted to get through some tough
sections before it got too hot. I hit
mile 23 in 34th place and 25 minutes ahead of plan.
Miles 23 through the 50k turnaround were similarly
uneventful. This race has some nice
views, but due to the flat nature of the course there are no jaw dropping
vistas. Through this section I put in
headphones and began to chew through miles.
I consciously decided to dial back the pace a bit since I pushed hard before
and my sweat rate was really high for this early. My crew continued to be awesome and got me
through aid stations quickly and kept the race interesting. I entered the 50k turnaround in about 5:35
which is my fastest 50k. I was now about
24 minutes ahead of plan, but had dialed back the last 13 or so miles right
into my planned pace. On Facebook my
crew posted my splits and my wife wanted them to remind me that this was a 100
miler and not a 50. I took about 4
minutes at the aid station and then headed out for the return trip feeling
good, but hot. I hit the 50k turnaround
in 45th place and 24 minutes ahead of plan.
Miles 31-38 were likewise fairly uneventful, but the hottest
section was coming up. I tried to take
it easy through this section and bank some energy so I could push through the hot
sections. I also spent a few more
minutes than usual at aid stations making sure I was fueling sufficiently. At mile 38 I was in 42 place and 19 minutes
ahead of plan.
Miles 38-47. I hit the Serengeti on my return trip right as the sun came out. This section was fairly miserable and you could start to see runners dropping off. I was still seeing runners going through on their inaugural trip and they looked pretty rough and I passed a few runners that were struggling with the heat. Thankfully there were plenty of horseflies that kept me motivated to move quickly. It was hot an miserable, but I felt like if I could make it through this section quickly and without any major damage that the rest of the race would go ok. I hit mile 47 in 39th place and 27 minutes ahead of plan.
Miles 38-47. I hit the Serengeti on my return trip right as the sun came out. This section was fairly miserable and you could start to see runners dropping off. I was still seeing runners going through on their inaugural trip and they looked pretty rough and I passed a few runners that were struggling with the heat. Thankfully there were plenty of horseflies that kept me motivated to move quickly. It was hot an miserable, but I felt like if I could make it through this section quickly and without any major damage that the rest of the race would go ok. I hit mile 47 in 39th place and 27 minutes ahead of plan.
Miles 47-62. After
getting through the Serengeti unharmed I gained some confidence and was able to
get back to business in hitting my splits and enjoying the miles. These miles went quickly even with some
confusion at the intersection where the trail splits in three separate directions. I was looking forward to picking up my pacer
and going into the night. I knew I was
running fairly well at this point and I felt better than many of the runners I
passed looked which gave me a boost. The
end of this section is hilly, but I was still able to run the hills pretty
aggressively. I hit the start/finish
turnaround in 33rd place and 33 minutes ahead of my plan.
Miles 62-77. Matt McCarty
was my first pacer through this section.
He nailed it as a pacer keeping me moving and interested in the run
while also giving me space to run my race.
He kept me eating and drinking when I was starting to get that foggy ultra-brain
late in the race. We didn’t need
headlamps until about mile 70. I used my
Black Diamond Spot headlamp on my head and Paul was gracious enough to share
his Ultraspire Lumen waist light with me; this light is awesome. I’m sure that my wife will curse Paul for
this, but I need to get one of these lights.
It made night running so much easier as I could always see the trail in
front of me and the two lights kept me from getting tunnel vision. These miles were fairly uneventful and pretty
lonely as many runners dropped at the 100k mark. I think loop courses and races with multiple
stops at your car make it more tempting to drop. We made great time in this section and I came
into mile 77 in 23rd place and 36 minutes ahead of my plan.
Mile 77-90. I
switched pacers to Joe Lang at mile 77.
I also switched out of my road running shoes and into trail shoes due to
a couple muddy spots that I figured would be easier to navigate with
treads. Joe and I blazed through the
early miles to the turnaround at mile 81.5 and back down the course to mile 90,
even though this is the most technical section of trail in the race. Joe was a fantastic pacer keeping me moving
and entertained throughout the night. I
had switched to my race vest from handhelds in some sections and had even
broken out the trekking poles in a section I thought would be easier with
poles. We kept a pace that was faster
than my plan through these miles and ran really well. It was nice to see some other runners from
the turnaround on including John, Matt and others. However, by the time I hit mile 90 I was in a
bit of a low spot. I hit mile 90 at about
2:00 a.m. in 23rd place and 46 minutes ahead of plan.
Mile 90 through 100.
I was in a fairly low spot at this point in the race. This was the first time that I’ve gotten
fairly foggy cognitively and it was strange to navigate. I was still moving ok, but my pace slowed
significantly and I just wanted to be done.
My feet hurt and that was my only physical issue, but mentally I was
fairly spent. I kept doing math wrong in
my head about my pace needed to hit my goal and I didn’t trust Joe’s math (math
late in an ultra is a bad idea). Joe
kept me entertained even when I had the conversation skills of a dial tone. Somehow I mentally missed one of the aid
stations so I thought that I had more than 2.5 miles further to go than I
really did. Hitting the aid station at
mile 93 I started asking about how far to the next aid station and when Matt
could join us and I would have two pacers.
I was shocked to hear that I was at the last crewed aid station and that
Matt was ready to go. Cheetos and 2.5 miles
disappearing can make any ultra-runner happy.
We said goodbye to Paul and Joe, Matt and I headed off down the
trail. This section was really runnable
when I had fresh legs, but now the miles had caught up with me and I was
hurting and whiny. I don’t imagine it
was much fun for Joe and Matt but they kept me moving. Lots of joking kept the miles ticking. I knew that I was well ahead of my plan and
that my goal was in hand. This may have
been a bad thing as I didn’t push too much in the last 10 miles, I hiked it
in. At one point Joe gave me the needed
splits to break 23 hours and I should have pushed to make it, but I decided I
was happy enough with what I had. We
tried to enjoy some time and I even “ran” some of the final few miles despite
some hills that were really a pain the fourth time around. I was nervous about my place, but we were
able to maintain 23rd place through the last 25 or so miles of the
race.
I finished in 23:13:10.
This took a little less than 4 hours off of my previous best and was 14
minutes ahead of my plan. I was very
happy with how the race came out. I felt
like my plan was pretty accurate and I’ve learned how to listen to my body in
100 mile races. It is great to get the
sub-24 monkey off my back and another finish in the books. I have my main goal race coming up this fall,
The Bear, and it will be much different from Kettle. Below is the chart of my planned splits between aid stations and my actual results. I was pretty consistently on pace and ahead of pace throughout the race until the last 10 miles.
I truly can’t thank Paul, Joe and Matt enough for the crew
support and pacing. These guys were
incredible. They were strict, patient,
funny and weird the entire time. They
dragged my crap through a hundred mile race and never complained and they
slogged through the final miles without complaint. My favorite part was after the race looking
at the group chat we were all a part of.
My pacers stayed in fairly constant communication with the crew since
there was cell service and kept them abreast of my pace and what I wanted when
we came into the aid station. This
conversation somehow morphed from race details to trash talk, Rancid lyrics,
ball gags/nipple clamps and things that shouldn’t be passed on. I couldn’t have gotten the results I did
without them. Matt Lutz ran a great race
as well as other friends out there. I
was able to hang out at the finish line and intermittently nap in a chair while
cheering on other runners finishes. A total of 225 people started the 100 miler and 133 people finished for a finish rate of 59% which is not bad for a 100 miler, but lower than I thought it would be. Overall it was an amazing experience from start to finish.
In the end I always go back to the words of Wordsworth: ”Another
race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears.”
I am still trying to figure out why I
do these things and still feel like I am a long ways away from
understanding. Perhaps it is simply
because I can, and that will have to do for now.