Centurion Ultramarathon Blog

Leadville had always been high up on my list of dream races. As it was we flew out to the mountains, the Tuesday before the race and I was beaten up from a weekend of high stress and almost no sleep at our NDW races. I had finished sweeping the course in darkness on the Monday night having run the last 17 miles with a pack and a pair of scissors clearing everything from the trail.

A good friend of mine, Hully, who had come over to London from Sydney to run the NDW, was flying out also to crew for me through Leadville After a 10 hour flight, we touched down in Denver and he drove us the 4 hours up in to the mountains. Our accommodation for this one was a huge house situated just off of the main street, which we were sharing with Drew Sheffield and Tim Adams, two British ultra runners with bags of experience. When we arrived we hit the sack almost immediately in our designated room, a huge children’s bedroom up in the loft space complete with 4 separate single beds, some kids desks, a VHS player and an 80s TV.

Leadville, Colorado, prides itself as being the highest incorporated city in America at 10,152 feet above sea level - to be honest there isn't a lot more to say about it other than that. I’d been to the Rockies twice before and struggled both times to breath during sleep the first couple of nights. This time was no different and I woke up a few times gasping for breath. It sounds dramatic but it is pretty disconcerting waking up and having to think about breathing… Hully drove Tim, Drew and I over to Twin Lakes the following day and we spent some time messing about on the stretch that serves as mile 40 – 43 and 57 – 60 on the out and back route. This section is the lowest point on the course at 9000 feet above sea level, but in the midday heat it felt very hard to get moving. Running at altitude was clearly going to be a major issue and we hadn't really left time to acclimatise properly so it was all about just going for it with everything we had. All of the pre race literature suggested coming out to Leadville for 3 weeks prior to the race but that just isn't feasible for normal humans. Out on the trails we took it really easy, made our way over and back through the knee high river crossing, as we would do on race day, and aborted the climb up Hope Pass after all of 200 yards. Thank god we didn’t go any higher as if I’d gone back to Leadville knowing what was actually in store for us on race day I would maybe have had a panic attack. After an hour or so messing about on the trails we drove up to 12,000 feet and lazed about (Drew didn’t – he hiked up to 13,000 feet) to try and help speed up the acclimatisation process.

Thursday we hit registration and weighed in, then attended a pasta dinner at which the legend that is Marshall Ulrich gave us a quick talk through some of his Leadville experiences and his book 'Running on Empty'. Marshall's most outstandingly insane feat was having completed Leadville in 21 hours, before driving to Pike's Peak to run the Marathon there the same day.  Drew managed to get him to give James Adams, a friend of ours currently just 4 days from completing the LA to NY footrace, a call on his mobile. That left only the pre race briefing for Friday which was, as usual with US 100s, way too long and overblown but gave me a chance to catch up with a few people from the Grand Slam.

It was awesome to finally be traveling to a big race with a good group of guys once again. It’s been a couple of years since we finished the 4Deserts as a team of 5 and in the interim I have travelled to the States 7 times to run 100s, mostly on my own. At each race I meet up with US runners whom I’ve got to know over the years, but sharing a big house made the whole pre race preamble that much more enjoyable.

Race morning came around and we got up at 3am. I like to leave the house at the last possible minute and was delighted to find that Tim and Drew were happy to do the same. I’m not overexagerrating when I say that we locked the front door ar 3:57am, 3 minutes before race start. We jogged to the back of the crowd, the shot gun blast came and off we went without pause. No time to get cold!

Tim shot off pretty much straight away, I don’t mind admitting that I did fear he would go too hard too early in his first 100 but he went on to totally blitz the course in an incredible debut. I knew that Drew and I would be there or there abouts all day and although we hadn’t spoken about running together we started off at a similar pace. With the help of some early bathroom breaks, we got split up within that first 13.5 mile section and cruised in to Aid Station 1: Mayqueen, just a minute or so apart. The three of us wouldn’t be more than an hour apart for the next 25 – quite incredible in a race of this length.

Those who read my Western States blog will know that I found it incredibly tough because I thrashed my quads to pieces inside the first 20 miles. On a 100 mile course with a net downhill of 23000 feet in total, that isn’t good planning. The first 13 miles of Leadville were downhill and flat but on a low grade, making time disappear. I left Mayqueen at 13.5 in about 2:25 and made my way up Sugarloaf mountain with Micah True, otherwise known as Caballo Blanco from the book ‘Born to Run’. He had a steady gait, running the hills but pacing only as fast as I could power hike. For a guy who is pushing the years now he is in great shape but man he did not smell good and after an hour or so of running with him I had to push on. A lot of people ran past me at the bottom of Sugarloaf giving me the ‘Jeez dude you’re walking NOW, there is NO WAY you will finish if you are walking here!!!!’ kind of look. Well I’m finally becoming a bit more experienced at 100 mile races (this was my 8^th)  and I trusted my judgement.

Sure enough in the 4 mile climb I ate back the crowd that came past me lower down who were forced into a walk by the later stages. The descent down powerline the other side is a steep and rocky/ rutted trail but I flew down it. The confidence in my downhill running was slowly returning, it’s always been the best part of my game and is the reason I have managed my better results in steeper trail races. I cruised down into the Fish Hatchery aid station at mile 23.5 in good shape and hully met me there with some more gels and a bag of cheese cubes - pure gold. I was still eating and drinking well out on to the 4 mile stretch of road to Half Pipe Aid Station and cruised all the way into Twin Lakes at mile 39.5 after a long grinding climb and an awesome quick 3 mile descent.

Down the Hill into Twin Lake

The first 40 miles of the course had been forgiving, straight forward running in reasonable temperatures and with the help of Hully crewing me at each place, I had kept on top of nutrition and hydration. I realised I was finally starting to have a good 100 mile race, I had never had one before and I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

I came down the iconic little bit of rocky trail into Twin Lakes outbound, had a quick pitstop to eat a bagel, some bananas, coke and crammed my pockets full of gels, crisps and sandwiches for the climb up Hope Pass. I also grabbed my poles. I wasn’t sure that I’d need them but in the end they were a big help in the section before I ditched them again at mile 60. On route to Hope Pass there are three water crossings and once significant river pass which soaked sore feet and left debris in our shoes. I pushed on and began the ascent of Hope which runs from 9000 – 12,600 feet in the space of 4 miles or so. Up and down is where I do best and I was immediately disappointed to find that on a stretch that everyone was forced to power hike, I lost ground to the dozen or so people around me. I couldn’t work out what was going wrong but I think on reflection that the altitude was finally starting to bite me a bit. The climb up Hope begins in the woods before breaking out into Mountain meadows at the top as you creep above the treeline and I knew I was nearing the aid station ‘Hopeless’ just shy of the summit, when I saw a runaway llama, used for fast packing the aid equipment up to the summit being chased by a volunteer. I came into the aid station and grabbed the same level of food as I had at Twin Lakes and moved straight on up the grinding last 600 feet to the top of the pass. Up here were just scree slopes and falling grass. Everything looked exactly as the photos of Hardrock do and it made me realise how much I want to run that race. The altitude really came in to play up here though and it was noticeably even harder to breath up there than down at the Lakes.

Just before I crested the mountain Ryan Sandes the men’s leader and eventual winner cruised back down the hill, paced by Anna Frost and we made way for them as they streamed away from us. Roughly 9 very hilly miles up on me by then it was actually a much better situation than I’d expected on no training. The descent into Winfield was totally unexpected and brutal. The pitch of the slope that side of Hope is something people don’t warn you about. It drops hard and fast and is pretty technical in places. At the bottom we were spat out on to the road for a 2 mile dusty run into Winfield Aid Station at mile 50, which I reached in around 11 hours. A great foundation to build on.

Winfield Mile 50: More Cheese

To think as I weighed in at that point, that I had to travel back to the point at which I’d started wasn’t anywhere near as horrendous as I’d anticipated and preapared for. I felt shitty for sure but I had a good feed, visited the gents, ate two more bananas, headed out onto the road and began the run back down to where we came off of the mountain. Leadville’s sting in the tail is the fact that it is an out and back and the climb back up the near side of Hope was twice as severe as the front side, made worse by the fact that it had begun to rain and I was getting cold. I was passing a lot of people still headed towards Winfield at this stage. The cut off to get there was 14 hours and some were cutting it fine.

The climb broke me twice on the way back up the mountain. I pushed as hard as I could without red lining but it was almost impossible to stay under the threshold and keep moving at any kind of pace. I wasn’t in a hurry but I didn’t want to labour up something that would slow burn my reserves. I did reach a balance but whether psychological or otherwise, I was struggling to get my breathing rate down by the top of the pass. Down the other side once again I pushed straight through Hopeless and ran most of the way down the back side of Hope towards the rivers and Twin Lakes once again, this time at Mile 60.

I came in to Twin Lakes in significantly worse shape than when I’d left it earlier but was still eating and drinking well and felt like I had gas in the tank for the last 40 miles. My one issue was that I was without a pacer and ideally wanted one for the long night ahead. As soon as I began climbing the short rocky ascent out of Twin Lakes, a huge bearded runner in a chequered shirt stormed up behind me with a pacer bib on. I asked him where his runner was and he mentioned he didn’t have one so was just headed off on his own accord. I asked him if he’d perhaps want to stick with me and to my utter delight he responded yes. The guys name was Brian Ricketts and he’d just come off a finish at Tahoe Rim Trail 100 and wanted a long training run before Wasatch in 3 weeks time. I’d struck gold much as I did with my pacer Jeff at Western States in that Brian had paced here before. We climbed up out of Twin Lakes and burned at a great pace all the way down to Half Pipe and Mile 70. I had to take a pit stop on route but other than that we ran pretty much the whole thing and I felt great.

Things only started to unravel once we hit Half Pipe, I quite quickly fell nauseous and just as we pulled in to the mile long stretch of people parked up watching runners come through, I started hurling. I puked most of the stretch whilst continuing to walk, silencing a lot of the clapping and cheering, but once I’d finished I said sorry to everyone and got a huge cheer which was pretty nice.

Brian and I ground out the 4 mile road section into Fish Hatchery Mile 76.5 and dropped the mile or so to the base of Power Line, the final climb in the story. Power Line is a brute of a hill, it is steep, rutted, uneven and worst of all has 4 false summits pushing you on higher every time you think you’ve finished the climbing. At the top I felt ropey and it was with a grimace that we shuffled down the other side. I noticed at this point that Brian was easily able to keep up with my running pace by walking but I stuck it out, tried not to look across at him and kept up the ultra shuffle. We then hit the single track and dropped down to May queen with just 13.5 left to go. I was very cold by this stage and knew that I had to get my core temperature up otherwise I may just manage to mess all the hard work up in the final throws. I grabbed some blankets and a chair and hully got me massive plate of pancakes and syrup and some hot coffee. I knew I had no hope of busting 25 hours at that point but also that I’d finish in good time so I spent about 20 minutes there getting back on track. I don’t think I’ve ever been at an aid station for as long (without being held back medically) so it felt weird and wrong but so good at the same time.

Pancakes at May Queen. The stuff of dreams

Brian and I pushed on around Turqouise Lake which seemed to be neverending in the dark. When we finally came back out on to the road we could see a trail of headlamps back 6 miles behind us. We hit a steep descent where inexplicably the organisers had a photographer out at 5am in the pitch black shooting us coming through, and then began the slow climb from the 95 mile marker up to the finish, ascending all the way on dirt roads that we’d left town on 26 hours ago. We crested the final summit and could see the finish line back on the main street of the town ahead. I was trying to look out for Hully at that point so that we could finish the three of us together, but he was nowhere to be seen. It turns out we ran straight past him and he waited an hour and a half after I’d finished before coming back to the house to find us there. Whoops. Brian and I crossed the line in 26 hours 29 minutes to a small crowd and a very loud speaker. Finally done and a good race in the bag.

I loved this race – but primarily because I felt so good for 71% of it ( I can be precise because the nausea and vomiting came on very suddenly and undid everything as usual!). Much like Western it is a runners course and the 30 hour cut is a tough one to meet. In the end I finished 114^th out of about 627 starters. Only 50 finished for a 56% finisher rate and 100 of them were in the final hour. Drew and Tim both squeezed in under the 25 hour barrier for a three from three.

I owe this one to Hully, Brian and Tim and Drew, a great trip and thoroughly recommended. One word of warning though, we had blue skies almost throughout. If it had rained, this race would have gone from very hard to almost impossible. This isn’t Western States or Vermont, this is a mountain race and the weather can turn fast. All through the night preceeding the race we were in a huge thunderstorm with driving rain and freezing temps. Thank the lord we raced Saturday instead of Friday….

In case anyone is wondering, I would say on edge that Western States is slightly harder than Leadville, but there is very little to choose.....

For now that's it for my racing season. I have been injured for 8 months and need to give my body a decent recovery period so that I can get back on track for 2012. I would like to say it has been a total disaster of a year, but being able to finish both WS and Leadville in one summer is as much as I could have hoped for given two stress fractures and almost zero run training. It has been a year to remember in as much as I have learned a lot once again but am very grateful for being able to do what I have this year despite everything.

The front page of the Centurion Running website has now been changed to show the webcast we will have over race weekend. Lots of cool stuff on there to follow runners/ the day in general so stay tuned over 13th/ 14th August!!

www.centurionrunning.com

This weekend is the calm before the storm. This time next week we will have had 100 Marathon runners and 100 50 milers cross the finish line of our inaugural races and will be awaiting the arrival of the final few returning 100 mile warriors, 28 hours deep in to their adventure across the North Downs....

We've done everything we can do in advance of Thursday. I feel extremely well prepared, that which we can't prepare for - one can never prepare for. As with every event there will be issues over the course of race weekend but we will roll with them and i'm confident we have got enough of a framework in place to be able to handle most any eventuality.

We have run into a few speedbumps on the path to this coming weekend. When I touched base with Box Hill again a couple of months ago, the initial permission for runners to use the NDW path over that area had all of a sudden been rescinded. Many competitors have been aware that the weekend of our race is also the date for LOCOGs Olympic Road Cycling Test Event in preparation for London 2012. The route for the cycle race heads from central London down to the Surrey Hills and sends the riders on a multi lap circuit around and over Box Hill. As such LOCOG intervened with our race and made it clear that we would not be able use the NDW path at all due to road restrictions and spectator numbers and asked us to change the date. Needless to say I wasn't keen on that idea and after much haggling and explanation as to the simplicity of our circumstances - not least that all of our runners will be off of Box Hill by 6am on the morning of the cycling event, LOCOG finally agreed to give us the go ahead. Having to re-route runners around the base of Box Hill would have meant missing out on one of the more iconic points on the route and certainly the steepest and longest single ascent/ descent (some might be wishing now that we hadn't got clearance after all!) - for me it would have literally and figuratively removed the heart of the race.  Nevertheless we are good to go as long as we are clear of the area by 6am. As such, the 5:50am cut off for 100 milers to reach the 76 mile point at the base of Box Hill having negotiated the descent and the bridge/ stepping stones will be strictly enforced. If a runner is close to the cut off at Reigate Hill they will be encouraged somewhat strongly to pick up the pace over the next 7.5 miles....

We've also had plenty of comments on the thick swathes of stinging nettles blocking the NDW by Clarks Lane just after the point where we'll have our final aid station on route to the 50 mile point. I spent Friday afternoon out on the course with Allan Rumbles (NDW 100 miler) armed with an axe, a scythe and some shears ready to clear Downs which had been impassable for a half a mile. Thank goodness we found the council had been down maybe only a few days before we got there as the way was remarkably clear leaving only a few ends for us to tidy up. If we'd had to do it ourselves we'd have been there for hours to make it passable. Not quite the level of trail work that goes in to making Western States happen each year but some nevertheless!!!!

Logistically everything is now in place. The team of volunteers has grown almost daily. We had our core of volunteers in place for a long time, the numbers I felt we needed to get things running smoothly on race day but I feel much happier about the overall level of support we have now. I don't think there's ever a time when you can have too much aid station support as a runner.

Rucky Chucky Near Aid Station at Western States: Photo c/o Joe Mcladdie

Food, water, Coke and both Electrolyte Replacement Drinks and Gels from our nutritional sponsor GU have been stocked and instructions mailed out to our aid station teams. Runners will find over 60 people on the course during race weekend including:

- 2 fully equipped medical response units covering all 3 finish lines with a further roving response unit to get to runners in need out on the course.
- An 8 strong course marking team who will lay additional markers and directional arrows through Friday 12th, glow sticks during the day/ night of Saturday 13th before finally sweeping the course across Sunday and Monday 14th and 15th.

The majority of our volunteer team, some of which will be out on the course assisting runners for 36 hours or more are experienced marathon and ultra runners and those that aren't, have friends or family who are. We are deeply indebted to them for their help and support and as always, without them there would be no race.

Some of international runners arrive through Wednesday onwards so things will really start to become real around then. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep again at night come next week, just in time to fly on to Leadville for my own 100 mile assault the following weekend out in Colorado....

Well pretty much everything is in place now for our inaugural races on the 13th/ 14th August.

This morning I opened up the online registration back end and saw that we had finally reached our limit of 100 x 50 milers, that being on top of the 100 x runners for the marathon which filled a few weeks ago and the 55 x 100 mile runners we have. The registrations opened in November and really only took off in February but we have had an amazing amount of support thus far.

I have found that the logistics and time spent in organisation of an event like this are beyond extensive. Whilst a lot of it is enjoyable there is a vast amount of process with it too.

It remains to be seen if anything is missing come race day but the basics behind this event and the major reasons why I decided to put this and the other Centurion races together are stronger than ever and we will deliver on them.

I went out in the week on the mountain bike with our chief course marker and was shocked at how slow our progress was. It would have been far quicker to run, due to the numerous albeit short sections of stairs and steep up and downs on slippery clay trails that make the 50/ 100 mile races the tricky proposition that they are. The elevation changes in terms of other 100s that are out there, are relatively modest at 5500ft/ 10400 ft and there are plenty of very runnable soft and well groomed trail, but the core of the race, the section from Box Hill to Reigate Hill (and vice versa) is by no means easy.

In trying to predict the winning times of both events I have drifted from one extreme to the other, but I am sure of one thing, that our last 50 mile and 100 mile finishers will need every minute of the 15/ 32 hours we have put aside for them.

Very exicted for race day and to finally get this thing off of the ground.

Two warnings on this blog report, graphic description of poorly performing bodily functions and a pretty downbeat spin on things. It won't last, don't worry....

The second race in the Grand Slam did not pan out as I had hoped. As regular readers of this blog well know, I have been injured for most of the year with two stress fractures and almost no run training to speak of in the run up to Western States which I managed to get through on cycling training on a stationary bike, mental stubborness and good luck that my shin held up.

When I returned I thought long and hard about going to Vermont to run. Between the two races I managed a total of 3 miles, had a lot of trouble sleeping and was mentally and physically fatigued as a result of pushing an out of shape body through 100 hot mountain miles in 28 hours. But to not have tried would have been a sin. I was thankful I got through WS but knew if I could knock off Vermont, the 'easiest' 100 in the Slam, then I would have enough time to recover better for Leadville in August.

We left it late to fly out and for the third time in succession, BA had oversold the flight and made us wait until an hour before the plane was due to leave before confirming we had a seat! In the end we landed in Boston around 8pm (1am UK time) and drove the 2 hours out to White River Junction. Thursday night we got about 5 hrs of sleep and then hit registration at Silver Hill Meadow, hidden in the green hills and rolling dirt roads of Vermont alongside around 300 other runners and some horses who were also running the race (not joking). Below is a picture of two of the 100 mile horses wearing blinkers, except the blinkers are actually total headwrap blindfolds? This is the best thing that I have ever seen at an ultra

At registration there was a weigh in and I came in 4 lbs lighter than WS starting weight. It kind of told me what I already knew, that I wasn't over the race 3 weeks prior but I felt ok. We got back to the hotel around 7pm that evening and got off to sleep around 9 but with a 2am start, again, left short of sleep for the 30 minute drive to race HQ. I felt awful in the car before the race start and maybe should have read it as a sign of things to come but once you get started at these things all the previous issues tend to fade away.

We started at 4am and ran down some dirt roads and up some more. I have no idea why now, but I had assumed vermont was a trail race. Well don't be fooled, almost the entire thing is on roads and that was a shock to me. The going was very straight forward and the hills were short and not too steep which made hiking them at a good pace easy to do. My quads felt good on the downs too so I began to feel quietly confident that I could have a good day. Runners came and went with the ebb and flow of the early aid stations as usual and it was great catching up with other Grand Slammers and new runners alike. I got to a little stake in the trail at 26.2 miles in around 5 hours in great shape and about 5 minutes later smashed head first into a brick wall of fatigue. It is hard to put my finger on what caused it, i had been eating and drinking regularly but all of a sudden I just started projectile puking everything that went in - food and water. I knew from experience that it would likely pass so I pushed on a little slower with plenty of time to play with already and tried to bring my stomach back. The heat kicked up a bit here and on some of the exposed sections it was pretty hot and humid, I'm guessing somewhere around 85 degrees as reported. Each aid station started to feel like it was taking an eternity to get to and I was sick so many times that I stopped bothering to lean over and just hurled the bile up as i walked along. At this point my pee also started to dip from clear to dark brown/ coffee coloured and it was extremely painful to pass. The puking distressed a few runners and a couple admitted they were concerned for me that when asking how I was doing I said I felt totally out of it. I started to get a ringing sensation in my head and lost track of the mileage as I continued to hurl everything for the next 5 hours straight.

I stumbled in to Camp 10 Bear at mile 47.2 and weighed in trying to look like I wasn't in trouble. I was down 6lbs there, so now 10 lbs off of my WS weight and 14 lbs off of my WS weight at the equivalent point in the race but Im not sure about the accuracy of those scales as other people reported even more ridiculous numbers. I ushered myself through to the grass behind the aid station and a friend of mine from Virginia who had been running with me for much of the day at WS was volunteering and tried to help bring my core temperature down. It had got to the point where I was overheating so much I had started to shiver and it took an hour and a half of ice on my head and neck and a lot of fluid to get back on track. I really didn't see how I could continue but I knew that I was at a point where if I didn't push it all the way I would regret it big time. I ambled out of the aid station and crested the small hill before puking everything back up in front of a car full of people. I turned back to start walking back in to the aid and started laughing at how bad things had got. I spun on my heels and literally grit my teeth and carried on walking in the right direction. It took everything i had not to just pull it there and then. I think I knew at that point i was past the point of no return but I am not one to give up without a fight. At some point in the next stretch I got lost for over 40 minutes in some woods which did nothing to help me focus but with no food and water reaching my system I was on a big and unstoppable downhill spiral.

At about 52 miles I passed out cold and woke up with my face in some gravel in the road. I had just conked out on the move and woke up when i hit the floor so got back up steadied myself and walked on to the next aid station. I had a tiny revival here like my adrenaline had got going and I actually started running pretty fast but that didn't last and after running down the hill with another grand slammer, I pulled in to mile 57 aid station and sat with the medic. I could feel the blood had run out of my face and they looked genuinely concerned for my health. He told me I could get an IV but that he would have to take me to hospital as part of race rules. Had he been able to give me an IV there and not done that, I would have been ok and Im pretty sure I could have finished. Without it and with literally nothing in my stomach for the past 8 hrs I was totally and utterly done, there was nothing left in the tank. To say I had no energy and nothing on which to continue would be an understatement. It was an effort to stay awake.  I hadn't peed in as long as i could remember and my kidneys were aching in my back. Passing out was the final straw really, I think it was at that point that I realised I was actually putting myself at risk of being in serious trouble between aid stations. Life threatening? Probably not. Potentially causing long term damage? Maybe but if the answer there is maybe you need to start asking serious questions as to whether continuing on is really that smart.

I have to analyse my DNF here as mentally it is one of the hardest things to deal with and sometimes it can be hard to look yourself in the mirror if you feel you could have gone even one more step.

Sometimes you have a bad day on the trails, sometimes you can turn a bad day around and go from feeling like you can't go on, to running 8 minute miles within the space of thirty minutes. And some days you just can't turn it around at all. Saturday was one of those days for me. For 9 hours I tried to get food and water to stay down and to get my core temperature somewhere approaching normal but to no avail. Even after an hour and a half at the aid station Camp 10 Bear, I still managed to throw everything I had consumed up less than 400 yards up the road.

A lot of people state that they have either never DNF'd or would do so only on a stretcher. The reality is at some point in their career every regular ultra runner will DNF a race. Find an ultra runner who has done 50 races or more and not DNF'd and you have found one lucky individual. It happens. There is a difference between being in pain for 10s of hours on end and actually being concerned that you are causing yourself pretty serious internal damage. In that situation your body doesn't hold back and if faced with the physical signs ie. dark brown pee, painful kidneys and failing consciousness, the ability to push through the usual pain of an ultra washes away.

Every race is different and over 100 miles a lot can go wrong and it takes kahunas to line up at the startline. There is, however, always another race. Not finishing a race because it is too hard and you are tired and the distance is too much is one thing but I know that I didn't do that here. If I did ever do that I think I would give up trying.

So being at home now without a finish sucks but it's just one more race in so many past and future. VT100 will be there in the future and if I turn up fit and rested Im pretty sure I could do alright on that course.

My hope as a Race Director is that if runners get themselves into a similar situation to mine at VT, at our Centurion races in the future, that they make similar calls to the one I made before they get into real trouble. There is a line between gruelling extreme periods of self doubt and muscle pain which are par for the course in an ultra, and signs that your body is warning you that things have gone too far.

Doesn't mean it doesn't still suck though!!!!

So the Slam is over. By not finishing Vermont I lost my conditional place at Wasatch which just leaves Leadville. 'Just' Leadville. That doesn't sound right....!!!! Having been injured or recovering from February 5th to this point, I need a break to get fit and healthy again. Whilst never achieving elite status, I have always been able to compete at races and usually finish in the top 10%. I have lost that this past year as my body has rebelled and my fitness nosedived. I want to get back to training hard and enjoying my running again and build it back up slowly before getting back in to longer harder stuff next year.

Leadville is a major race for me, it will be a slogfest because once again i'll have done little between races and with no running base to build on but I am going to give it 100% and hope to return home with the haul of WS100 and LT100 double in one summer which won't be too bad given the year behind me.

Thanks to those medics who sat with me for hours after the race feeding me fluids. My pee finally returned to normal colour on the plane home, over 48 hours after the race. For those interested in a little further reading from a much more experienced runner about why urine turns brown and what it can mean, try this from AJW. It is food for thought at future races and I would be lying if I said that having had it plus kidney pain at the past two races I didn't have concerns for future 100s. Interesting that the docs advise harder training to prevent muscle damage. Something I have been sorely lacking in the run up to this summer and would go part way to explaining why I am having such issues for the first time....

Finally congratulations to all the Slammers still going. There are some sersiously tough athletes out there doing it one race at a time, particularly Sniper (David Snipes) who is running 100 at Angeles Crest this coming weekend just 7 days after VT. Congratulations also to Pete Goldring who travelled with me for this one and who finished in an impressive 20 hours 50. Another great effort at only his second 100.