Friday, June 25, 2010

Bighorn 100 Mile - Race Report

I'll start this post by saying: Running 100 Miles is hard work. It may seem rather obvious to most of you, especially those of you who've never run a 100 miles - but yes, the 100 Mile distance is not a pleasure cruise. But maybe, if you could put together the Perfect 100 Mile Run, it could be. I think that's part of the fascination of running these things.

If you're me, the joy of running in beautiful places, on new exciting trails, surrounded by the good people of the ultra community is the reason why I do these things. That and taking pleasure in the unique experience that is the 100 Miler: it's a curious and fascinating Experiment of One and it really is like experiencing a Lifetime in a Day. Which is pretty cool. So, while these things are hard and there are moments of misery out there, the end result is that it's ultimately a positive, rewarding adventure.

Myself, Dennis Aherne and his lovely wife of Boise, ID, Angela Pierroti

So, that being said let me tell you my story. I've had a week to digest it, to come down from this big adventure, to savour the experience.


Everyone loves a good road trip, especially me! There's something magical about cruising an open highway through Montana with nobody else on the road. Montana is like that: it's expansive, it's gorgeous and it's empty. I like places like that.

I hit the road with Angela Pierroti, a friend of mine from Calgary who only signed up for Bighorn less than a month ago. She's spontaneous like that. I met Angela at Western States Camp last year and since then we've had some mighty fine adventures together. She's good people.

As we rolled through Montana, it was a world of green with every creek, river and lake swollen to capacity - with lots of visable overflow. There was tons of standing waters in the fields and I've never seen Montana so green or so beautiful. Somewhere between White Sulphur Springs and Billings, we hit a crazy storm where the sky just opened up and hammered. It was followed by a rainbow over the interstate which we drove through - have you ever driven through a rainbow? It's a kaleidoscope of glowing energy and then, nothing.

We rolled into Sheridan, with plenty of time to spare, check out the town, pack up the drop bags and hit the pre-race dinner. It was a full house of ultra-runners, with plenty of nervous energy bouncing off the walls. As always, this crowd was raring to get started.

The race starts at 11:00 with the pre-race meeting at 9:00, followed by a mass exodus of car-pooling to the start line. The 11:00 start is a bit different - no matter which way you look at it, it means you're going to have a long day 2 on the trails. Finishing times for this race are super slow - indicative of a kick-ass race. We hitched a ride with Dennis Aherne and his family and did some pre-race socializing. By my standards, the day was heating up already. Before we started, I soaked my head, my hat and my shirt. I'm a heat intolerant, white Canadian girl at this time of the year. By the end of summer, I can handle the heat much better. As with everything, it just takes some time to adapt.

My original plan for Bighorn involved a roadtrip with this guy. My buddy Phil Desilets from Calgary. Phil is an ex-Banffite, damn fine company and a great runner. It was to be his debut at the 100 Mile distance.

The Race:

Finally, we got the show on the road. We started with a few kilometres on the road, before we hit some canyon singletrack and finally, hit the beginning of the first climb. It was a monster of epic proportions and just kept going up and up and up. Naturally, I loved it. It was a train of runners, power-walking, socializing and taking it all in: the scenery was stunning and there were expanses of green, dotted with an explosions of burgeoning flowers. Splashes of blue Lupines and mutant yellow heart-leaved Arnica - much different than the flora of my area, but just as gorgeous.

The first 15 miles of an ultra are such fun: you spend time with people of different paces, the fast ones and the slow ones and you might not see any of them again until the finish line. Gradually and slowly, the crowd spread out.

I met up with Brian Kamm of Salt Lake City, who I was hoping to meet. Brian and my hubby Keith work for the same company - even though we live in two different places. It's a small world. Especially in Ultra Land. Really, I'd be curious to know how many ultra runners there actually are in North America. 3000? 4000? 5000? I know the sport of trail running is growing and that there are plenty of 100 milers out there to choose from, but all in all, it seems like we're not that many: we're a pretty small, tight-knit community.

Brian Kamm (centre)

Kelly Ridgeway and Beat Jegerlehner

In those first 30 miles, I was having a lot of fun. Being a 100 Miler newbie, I'm still figuring out that pacing thing. How do you pace yourself for running a 100 Miles? My perceived effort sure felt easy and fun. I was just rolling along, socializing, taking in the scenery and enjoying it all. I didn't really think I was going too fast, and who knows what is too fast for me over 100 miles? I'm a newbie and I'm still figuring it out. I do know I shared some quality miles with Kelly Ridgeway and Beat Jegerlehner, both ultra veterans. I follow Kelly's blog and know her to be a really talented runner. She's also 52 years old and looks a decade younger. Ultra world is full of guys and gals like this, it really changes your perception of what is "normal" with regards to aging and activity. I get my ass kicked regularily by guys and gals in their 50's and 60's and meet lots of runners in their 70's. That's another great thing about ultras, they are a great Equalizer. We're all just trying to do the same thing: get to the finish line.


Beat and I

Flew down the descent into Footbridge, having fun, going fast, smiling a LOT. It was muddy and treacherous in spots, but that just added to the fun. I came across Phil in this section and he was doing the smart thing: running conservatively. That just added to my sense of: "Hmmmm. Maybe I AM going to fast."

Dennis cruises the descent

The Beat Goes On

Leslie in the Sky with Flowers

Phil and I

Coureur de Bois - He's a French Canadian

After the 30 Mile mark and Footbridge aid station, we lost the sunshine and I jumped in behind Mike James of Billings. Mike was great company and we mostly power walked the next 10 miles as the trail climbed slowly and steadily up and out of the canyon. Mike stuck with me for a long time and was great company, he even waited for me more than once.

Mike, Walking The Walk

It was a beautiful evening. The cowboys were gracious when I said, "Smile and Say Wyoming, boys!!" Dark was arriving quickly, and unfortunately, I had to ditch Mike when I got really cold, really quick. I had that need to get moving, quickly and immediately and NOW, before I got too cold.

As night descended, I caught up with Kelly and another runner. They had gone slightly off trail and were looking for a safe way to cross a raging creek. We had seen another runner plow throught the creek, so we all plunged in. It was mind-numbingly cold and our feet and lower legs were instantaneously frozen. Soon after our creek crossing, we hit the beginning of the muddy, treacherous, snowy, slippy, slidy section. It was hard tricky foot work, it took a lot of energy and of course, it was dark. It took a long while to get my feet to come back to life. The temperature dropped quickly - I was surprised to see people in shorts. By my standards, it was definitely tights weather. Happy legs are warm legs. And warm legs work better. I was also glad to have my poles with me - I used them for the duration of the race. In the dark, they kept me upright and in the day, they kept me moving forward. Occasionally, I'd use them to prod people in the butt.

The biggest surprise on this section was when I was gripped by the sudden and rapid urge to puke. It was my first Ultra Puke! It hit me fast and furious and had me bent over my poles so quickly, I didn't no what hit me. I projectiled into a snow bank, where mercifully, I had the snow to clean myself up. The good news is, I felt like a million bucks afterwards. The bad news is, I had to somehow replace all of those calories and electrolytes that I lost.

About 30 minutes later, I arrived into Porcupine Aid Station and announced: "I'm damaged goods!" I had slowed down a lot after the puke and just needed some more food and some warm clothing. Thankfully, Danni was there and she helped me get my shit together. I'd been looking forward to the company, as she was going to join me as a Pacer for the next 50 Miles.

I had to weigh in at this station and was surprised to find I was 8 pounds up! My feet and hands weren't swollen, and I didn't think I had been overdosing on electrolytes. Either way, I realized that I had only pee'd twice, all day. I had been steadily drinking lots of water, but my body was hanging on to all of the water.

I invested in some time to get myself together, drink, get down some calories, put on some warm layers before I hit the road. We left the aid station with me fully bundled up wearing my down coat and toque. I'd been sitting a long time and needed to generate some heat. It had to be below freezing, as the mud was starting to get ice on top of it.

I had to work hard to get down some food down the next few miles, I was nervous about upsetting my tummy by eating too much, so I stuck with little non-stop bites of food. I also dumped about 300 calories into my water and some electrolytes to try and get myself back on track. As this course is an out and back, I had to wrap my brain around slogging back through the snow and mud. With Danni entertaining me through this section, it actually went by pretty quickly.

We power-walked our way through the night and I mostly felt pretty good. At Porcupine, the aid-station volunteer hooked me up with a giant bag of hot, salty, mashed potatoes. I swear the bag weighed a half a pound and it was the only thing I ate all night. By the time the sun came up, I had worked my way through the entire bag. That's a lot of potatoes.

Shortly after the sun came up, I had a full-on melt down. I've heard stories of other runners feeling re-energized at sunrise, but that certainly wasn't me on this day. Instead, I just got slower and slower. I also turned into a complete emotional basket case.

For a girl who is emotionally stable and not prone to mood swings, irrationality or sadness, this was a brand new Leslie. Aliens had taken over my personality. I found myself pouting, angry and frustrated. Then I was close to tears. Then I was whining about my foot pain. Then I was full of rage. RAGE! All of this occurred sometime between the hours of sunrise and my arrival at Footbridge around 8:00 in the morning. During those hours that I was trudging, inconsolably miserable, with person after person after person passing me. This was hugely frustrating, but for the life of me - I couldn't run. My feet hurt, I was tired, distracted, moody and I wasn't going anywhere quickly. Poor Danni had the patience to endure, and at one point I even entertained the notion of dropping. In my irrational mind, it was all so stupid. I couldn't wrap my brain around being out there for another entire day, running. Who knew this strange combination of weird food, exercise, fatigue and sleep deprivation could produce such weirdness in me? At least I could still fake a smile. :)

Dawn of the Dead

The Trudge

All of this occured sometime between the hours of sunrise and my arrival at Footbridge Aid Station around 8:00 in the morning. At Footbridge, I was well aware that I needed to sit down, take some time and try and get back in the game. I don't even know how long I was at the aid station, but it felt like an eternity. But it didn't matter, I needed however long I needed to get back in the game. I ate. I drank. Danni helped me clean my feet, change my socks and put my shoes back on. I was moving soooo slow. Slowly, gradually, the cobwebs cleared from my brain and I got my Mojo back. I still had 30 miles to go and it would take me all day to do it.

From Footbridge, the trail climbs from 4,590 feet to 6,800 feet - the same rockin' single track that I had descended the evening before, had now turned into a big ass climb. I actually felt strong and it felt familiar. The flow of just powering up a mountain, with the help of my poles. The soreness in my feet had vanished and the change of shoes had worked wonders. All of a sudden, my day had turned.

Now, I've got to say - I've basically got amnesia with regards to Day 2 of Bighorn. I do know, I put away the camera and I simply concentrated on the act of moving. After the big climb, it was time to get back in gear and run. I had no good excuse, I'd been walking all night, and I just wanted to finish. So, I ran. I wasn't chatty Leslie, as I was putting all of my energy towards just staying in motion. Run. Trudge. Run. Giggle. Thank-you Danni. Pee. That's was my pattern for hours. My body finally dumped all that fluid I had retained and it was almost frustrating. There's were a whole lot of pit-stops. Inevitably, anyone who I had passed would catch me with my pants down around my ankles. Apologize. We leap frogged a lot with Johnny, a Texan living in Minnesota. I do believe he saw my ass more than once.

Danni marveled at the scenery of this new day, but it was already ancient history to me. I was focusing on the trail in front of me. I couldn't think about the distance that lay ahead, my coping strategy was to put it in the back of mind and concentrate on the present. Trudge. Run. Run. Giggle.

I had been anticipating the Dry Fork aid station at 82.5 miles for a long time. In my mind, I had decided that rest would be a cruise home. At Dry Fork, they had a honest to goodness buffet with an incredible spread. I had some special brownies with coffee beans in them, Turkey and cheese roll-ups and bacon. Awesome. I took some of that, To Go! Danni worked her way through the whole buffet, guilt-free while I looked on in amazement. We left Dry Fork, happy, satiated, rejuvenated.

We had a few long rolling miles and when I finally had the opportunity to test out my down hill legs, I was pleased to find that I actually had some. That gave me a lot of time to look forward to the final, massive descent from Horse Creek Ridge to the Tongue River. When we finally reached the top of Horse Creek Ridge, I was stoked. The descent is epic: roughly 7.5 miles of downhill running where you drop from 7225 feet to 4090 feet.

Danni and I each took a few photos of each other at the top of the descent and then, I took off like a crazed woman. I ran down that mountain at a fairly ridiculous and borderline dangerous speed, passed a few folks and caught up with a few 50 Mile runners. I chased them down the mountain and they were super surprised when they realized I was a 100 Mile runner. About half way down with my quads-a-trembling I began to wonder if I had misjudged this "hammering the descent" thing. I was worried when I hit the flats my legs would be done and may even be damaged. But, I was having too much fun - so I flew.

When I finally hit the bottom, I did something smart for a change. I got in the creek immediately and soaked my legs. Sweetness. I was pretty happy to see this guy and I even danced a jig for him. He laughed pretty hard when I fell over. The cruise out of the canyon, was longer than I remember, it was hot and I still had the long section on the flats to contend with.

I had another soak in the river, before I had to endure the last flat 5 miles on the gravel road in to the finish line in Dayton. They were the only miles we had to run on anything resembling a road. But flat road for the last 5 miles?!? Gaaaaad. That's like torture to a mountain girl like me. It was long. I laughed hard when a truck came by and the windows rolled down to reveal Danni, with a beer in hand. She'd caught a lift back to town with some locals and evidently, they were thirsty.

I finished it up feeling pretty darn strong. I ended up gapping all of the people that I had spent the day running with, and made some huge gains in time with my speedy descent. That was a nice way to end the day, feeling strong.


After I hit the finish line, I immediately hit the river for a full leg and lower back soak. There was also a great big feast and BBQ to wind up an eventful 31 hours and 30 minutes of trail running fun. There was socializing to be done, but I was one exhausted girl. All I could do was muster up an occasional stupid grin, while we waited around for the rest of the runners to finish. Angela got it done as well, finishing up a tough Bighorn 100. Out of 35 ladies who started, only 18 finished. I've got to say - it's a tough and beautiful race.

Me and Ang

Me and Danni

Danni, Iris and Angela

The awards breakfast was fun. We got to hang in the town square in downtown Sheridan, early on Sunday morning. Thankfully, the weather cooperated and we soaked up the sunshine and enjoyed this relaxing start to our day. It was awesome. It's always fun to socialize, hang and swap war stories with everyone post-race. It's an incredibly well organized event, I couldn't believe the thought and planning that went in to every little detail. Clearly, they have gone out of their to pay attention to the little things and in doing so, have created something special. In a nutshell, the Bighorn Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run is awesome. And so is Wyoming. And so are my friends. Special thanks to Danni for being a great pacer and to Angela and Iris for sharing in a great adventure!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

It's a Big and Beautiful World: Bighorn 100 Mile Trail Run

***Danni has been more diligent than I about posting her experiences at Bighorn as the Leslie Pacer - her post and thoughts are here.

I've been a busy girl with a return road trip from Wyoming and jumping back into work. No time for a race report or much else! On my facebook account, I left this message which pretty much sums up my thoughts post-100 Miler:

"Aaaah, Wyoming. I love you, your prettty places, your friendly people and your big sprawling skys. I got the Ultimate 100 Mile Tour. Thank you kind people of the Bighorn Ultra! You've got yourselves a helluva' little runny-run going on down there."

That's me "hike-a-running" as the sun comes up at 5:00 in the AM somewhere in the Bighorn Mountains. It sure was beautiful out there. I'd be lying if I said it was easy, but there were moments of big smiles and elation as I cruised along the trail. There were also moments of frustration and grumpiness and feeling sorry for myself. But I'll get to all of that when I write up a race report.

For now, I'll tell you this: I finished! Woohoo!

Some numbers from this years 2010 edition of the Bighorn 100 Mile Trail Race:

157 Starters
95 Finishers
62 DNF

35 ladies started
18 finished
17 DNF'd

As for me, I finished 12th out of those 17 ladies and took 31 hours and 33 minutes to get my butt to the finish line. I was pretty darn happy to reach that finish line and even managed to finish feeling pretty strong. I've certainly got lots to learn when it comes to running a 100 miles - it's an ongoing experiment of one. I'm enjoying it.
Danni was kind enough to join me for the last 50 miles and her company was appreciated, enjoyed and a welcome distraction. Thanks, Danni! Angela was a fantastic road trip companion and also managed to get herself to the finish line. I'll say this: I sure have met some great people through this little trail running habit of mine. My friends are super stars! Thanks everyone, for a great weekend.

Race report to come as soon as this fog in my brain clears.... :)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Happy Trails!



Have a great weekend - I'm off to Wyoming for Bighorn 100 this weekend and I'm excited to see some new pretty places, faces and trails. Yay for a road trip!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Hey, Girlfriend!

Historically, I've spent a large amount of time in the company of men. In life, in work and in sport - in seems I've been a wee bit of a tomboy my whole life. These years and more recently, these days I seem to be amassing a rather fine collection of cool women who like to Giv'r. Having Nicola in town, was just the right motivation I needed to send off a few e-mails and before I knew it - BAM! There were 7 women who wanted to run on Saturday. Yahoo!

The weekend started early and went non-stop. On Thursday night, Nicola rolled into Banff and the first thing we did is go for a run. Now, I don't know Nicola that well, but in the first hour I determined a few things: she thinks farts are funny and she doesn't have an ounce of self consciousness. Our Mountain Bender started with an evening run around town and a trip up Tunnel Mountain:

It continued, with a ridiculously fun day which featured no less than 2 runs, a bike ride and a canoe trip. We started the day with the tandem ride to the trail head:

I've noticed that my face gets sore from smiling so much when I ride the tandem. Incidently, the tandem finally found a name last year: her name is Jill, named after this girl.

Nicola, in her happy place.

We ran for a couple of hours around Bankhead, taking in my favorite view of Lake Minnewanka and making it back to town just in time for a trip with my co-workers down the Bow River.

After that, we blast out to Johnson Canyon and the Inkpots for another hour and a half of cruisin' the canyon. I had forgotten that this run climbs the entire way! It was work than I was anticipating, in a good way. :)

I was excited for our run on Saturday because it was my first trip out to Emerald Lake of the season AND because I had the company of 6 amazing ladies. I love Yoho and the Emerald Lake area!

It's still early in the season and June is all about going out there and poking around and seeing how much snow is still out there. That's pretty much what we did on Saturday. We ran up to 3 different destinations from the lake: Yoho Pass, Emerald Basin and Hamilton Lake. The plan was to turn around wherever we hit the snow-line.

Starting out on Emerald Lake, the Chick train: Nicki Rehn, Iris Priebe, Monica Hardy, Nicola Gildersleeve, Ellie Greenwood and Angela Pierotti

Nicola cruisin'

Monica - she's strong on the climbs!

Ellie and Iris checking out the avalanche

Emerald Basin

We made it in to Emerald Basin, but Yoho Pass and Hamilton Lake were still snow bound. I can't wait to come back! It was my first time to Emerald Basin and we got to watch an avalanche of wet cement-like snow flow into the basin. At first glance, I thought it was a water fall - it looked like liquid instead of snow. And it just kept flowin'....


It was incredibly humid and we were all dripping sweat as we climbed up Yoho Pass. It's funny, this place is always like this: green, lush and moist. It's the only place in the whole park that we see cedars growing in the rainshadow of Mount Wapta. The Glacier Lilies were out, exploding from earth and snow any where they could. On the shoreline of the lake, there were lots of other flowers making their first appearance of the year.

Iris - rare mountain flower!

Hello, Emerald Lake. I love you.

To wrap up a great day of running, I had everyone over for BBQ at the house. There's no worries when you invite a house full of women over for dinner, things just take care of themselves. Everyone brought food, pitched in and made me look like a super star. The crowd grew larger, with Brenda, friend Jen Silverthorn and her baby Ellie and friend Miles joining in for the fun.

Girls of Lake Louise:
Ellie Greenwood, Nicola Gildersleeve, Nicki Rehn, Leslie Gerein

For a grand finalee of the Mountain Bender, I thought a visit to one of the Most Beautiful Places on Earth was in order. I was pleased that it looked a whole lot different than it did 2 weeks ago when the lake was still frozen! We started our run in the village of Lake Louise, ran the Tramline up to the lake and then hit the Little Beehive, Lake Agnes, Mirror Lake, the Highline, Plains of Six Glaciers and the shoreline of Lake Louise. Phew.

It was great to get to know Ellie and Nicola a little bit better as well - these ladies are talented and fast, fast, fast. And fun, fun, fun!

(Climbing to Mirror Lake)

(Gong Show - Part 1)

(Gong Show- Part 2)

(Gong Show - Part 3)

(Gong Show - Part 4)

(Lake Agnes)

(Plains of Six Glacier)


(Avalanche debris)

The outrageous scenery and great company left me feeling giddy and free. It was just what I needed to wrap up my training for Bighorn and leave me feeling relaxed, confident and inspired to just run and enjoy. Does that sound corny? Yup, but it was the perfect day.

(Ellie, feelin' the love)

So that wraps up the weekend mountain bender - thanks to all who participated and got me all fired up for the upcoming season. I'm thinking it was the "unofficial" start to my summer trail running season - I sat in glacier fed Pipestone creek post-run and the weather was warm enough to almost make it enjoyable! :)