This was not a race. This was not a competition. This was some folks out having fun, getting up Green Mountain.

Possible quotes of the evening:
”We got an email that there was a race occurring here tonight.”
”<name omitted> is the biggest p**sy in Boulder!”
”I met Nick on the Internet. And then we shared a hotel room together in Manitou Springs.”
”Really, I am never going to bitch again about how steep that run was.” (followed by bitching about the run)
”So what is up with your racing anyway?”
”That blog post was great.” “NO. It sucked.”
”I turned around. I made it three miles up Stanley Canyon.”
”Well … we are getting into race season now.”
I got over to Chautuaqua post work, and decided to do a little recon on the trails to determine if I needed additional traction. Under light rain, I headed up Amp-Saddle and then when the trail split to Greenman or provided the cut down to Ranger, I took the down. Snow was 95% clear of the trail on the up (so to about 7200 feet). On the down, Ranger was actually more covered and slushy, and any hopes I had of keeping my feet somewhat dry disappeared.
Gregory was completely clear of snow, but there were, as Tony mentioned two trees down over the trail. These were not huge impediments, as folks had cleared branches to make their crossing easier.
I threw some new screws into my screw shoes earlier in the day, but decided this would not be necessary.
I got back to the lot, popped into my car and saw Lucho and Bob. It was coming down a more significant clip now. Shortly afterwards, Kerrie, Nick and FoCo croo showed up. Thanks for coming out! Given I was cold and wet now, I skipped on taking any pix of the run.
An OSMP ranger approached us and asked if we were any sort of organized group. “Nope. Just some friends.” “Where are you heading?” “Up Green.” “Which way?”
“Well, that is to be decided. Some might go up Amphitheater, some might go up Gregory.”
“How many of there are you?”
I contemplated saying three but since there were at least five us standing there, and Brandon had just driven up in his Hummer, I said “Oh, maybe five, six, seven.”
“Okay. That is great. We got an email that there was going to be a race here tonight.”
“Nope. No race. Just a few friends heading up Green.”
One of the ladies from Fort Collins however put the capper on it. “Race?! I hope not!!”
A few more pleasantries exchanged and he was off.
Sigh. So, I am not sure who thought this was a race. Or felt compelled to email OSMP because a few folks decided to get up Green Mountain as fast as they can under their own foot power in snow and rain on a Friday night. Whoever you are: I appreciate that you love the Open Space. I do too. And I am not looking to harm it or make money off of it. Drop me a line personally if you want to discuss. I’d like to better understand your concern. Seriously.
JT apparently got stuck in traffic and as we were getting wetter and colder with the weather, we decided not to wait for him and we started our jog over to Gregory. There was some good hearted debate over which route to take but we landed on sticking the original plan of Amp-Saddle-Green.
Once there, we did some route discussion to make sure that the non locals knew the route. Oh yeah, that brings me to this point: Boulder runners – where the hell were you? Fort Collins came down. Colorado Springs came down. We had representation from
Longmont, Broomfield, etc. Not a single Boulder-ite could make the trip? Sheesh. No soup for you.
We were chitter chattering about the route, too much so, so I turned around, started the watch and went. This broke the ice and the run started. I was quickly passed by Lucho, Nick, Eric and Bob. On my heels was Pete.
I had not done this route in a long time, and the tough initial climb was quick to provide a tough punch. Mentally, I felt great and ready to get after it. Physically, my legs were not quite up to ascending 20 percent grades as quick as I’d like. Seeing that Bob and Nick took to power hiking some stretches ahead of me, I picked up on that cue. Better to take the slower longer strides versus blow up with running here. A little bit of work on this route will change some of that up for me.
Home course advantage let me put a few strides on Pete as we got above the rock overlooks. I could periodically see Nick, and looked to keep the even nature of a strong effort.
Above the Greenman, Ranger split, the snow thickened and was slushy. Any advantage gained by having a more run-able grade was lost with the side to side, slide to slide slipping. As I ascended the long stair approach, I heard a tarzan yell that was clearly Lucho. I guessed he had completed the ascent, and I was easily four or five minutes down. Damn impressive.
While I came to shun this route over the last couple of years because it is so steep and rather ridiculous, I found myself enjoying it. It was a good old fashion tough run, in tough conditions with a few folks who enjoyed the same. Rain, snow, fog … good stuff.
Turned the corner and the top four were there and they gave a few words of encouragement. I topped out at the summit post in 38:36. Shy of the 37:44 I ran here last year, but given the conditions, I am pretty stoked as to where that stands at this time. I will probably do this a few more times under dry conditions just to check. :)
Given it was snowing lightly at the top, we were all wet, we did not screw around too much at the top and headed down. It was fun yip yapping with everyone. We got back to the lot, enjoyed a home made beverage, and as we got concerned about some of the tail of the group – they made their way into the lot (in the dark). Shot the crap with folks until we all began to shiver and then broke it up. Grabbed a burger with Brownie and Brandon post. Overall – a very fun night.
Side note, a Gregory Canyon, Ranger, Ranger to Greenman crossing, Greenman might be a nice little workout.
Route …
Average grade is about 20 percent, but the front end is closer to averaging 25, and the back side is 15%. 2.11 miles, approximately 2200+ feet of gain. I ran about 19 minutes a mile over this two miles. I averaged a HR of 175 over this run, with a max of 180 (I am wondering if my overall max has dropped a touch lately).
From what I gather …
Lucho 32:56 (report)
Bob 35:32
Nick 36:02 (report)
Eric 36:46
GZ 38:36
Pete 39:14
Brandon 41:19 (report)
Kerrie
Victoria
Cat
Alex (turned around)
JT 45 minutes – late start in the dark and via Stanley Canyon (turned around)