20 miles. Nice and easy to just feel things out and then ramped it up a touch over the last couple of miles. All good.
Ken set me up with the rules for the APFT.
A different challenge for 2013 … probably not my beef.
Been mulling over the year quite a bit. Typical stuff … the highlights, the lowlights, what I want to set up for a list in 13 and knock off. Here is a list in no particular order of ten great moments from 2013 with a few less than completely appropriately recognizing of them comments.
1. Hardrock. Pacing Tim Long at Hardrock was incredible. First, it is a little unreal to explain. After being up all day, dealing with a short lived panic to find the aid station at the base of Handies, I joined a not looking so hot Tim for a midnight endeavor over a 14er. I joined him for 42 miles of his 102 mile his Hardrock mission. That was about 18 hours with him on the trail. I am surprised the guy even acknowledges my existence after that length of time. Seriously, I lied to him enough times about the remaining number of switch backs going up Little Giant that I thought he was going to skewer me with one of his poles.
Hardrock opened my eyes as to how nutty and beautiful the San Juans were, how damn hard 100s could be (compared to my ridiculous B100), and the passion in the core of the folks who do these events. It was an incredible weekend with Tim, and his crew of Shaun, Kara, Brandon, and Justin. If you live in Colorado, and you are a MUT runner, you should just go and see the whole community and scene that descends into Silverton for the weekend in July. I will look to make it back there this year if at all possible, and have an eye on getting my son’s Scout troop to the San Juans in ‘14.
2. Pacing Bob at the Boulder 100. Tim showed me at Hardrock can keep going mountain over mountain over mountain … even when they seemed they would not end. Bob showed me the same sort of digging for toughness but in a different way at the Boulder 100. Let’s put it this way, at 97 miles Bob got a bit ahead of me out of the aid station as I was trying to get some liquids for him. He took this as motivation to see if he could drop me. And he made a pretty fair go of it. In other words, Bob set off at about 6:30 pace. Mind you, we had just been doing seven minute pace and I was already feeling that. My belly was still settling a score with some brew I had drank earlier in the night but I was amazed at how hard this guy was digging on the last 20 miles of this 100. It showed me a level of toughness in runners of his caliber.

Bob’s experience, and getting to pace him for about 35 of his last 40 something miles, well … not sure if need to scratch the 100 itch yet, but I can see that someday.
3. Cork 10k. Not a super fast 10k, but hey … I got to race internationally, in DUBLIN, and I walked away with 150 Euros in winnings. How cool is that?

4. Burro Racing. Yeah, I was the world champ in 2012. It was a rare day where I struck a balance between being fit enough, enjoying the process versus about worrying about the result, putting any faith I had in something happening in the head and heart of a four legged animal, and truly being content with whatever the outcome was going to be.
Well, that is mostly true. The last five miles I wanted my name on that sign (it is not there yet by the way, I checked the other day) REALLY bad and I did not want to blow it. And it happened. It was a day that I hold dear for a long time, in part because of the WC status, but because it represented a state that it hard for me to achieve. So many to thank for that day – Jack, Brad and the Wann family, Bill, Hal, Curtis, my family, Justin, the pack burro racing community.
Replicating the win the next week at Leadville made the dream live on for a bit longer, but I was brought back to earth in a beautifully appropriate way the next week with a 3 second loss and third place placing … just missing the coveted Triple Crown. It was a pretty magical three weeks. I will return to Fairplay in 2013 if able, but I won’t go in with any score to settle. If the wins happen, it will be unexpected and joyous. If not, it will be as it was at the start of the 2012 race – a great day in the mountains.
5.) KZ XC This one nearly tears me up because it blows me away. My daughter who seems to have hated running all her life set forth and took it on the day before the official practices started. Her times to start were humbling – enough to probably make most quit. At her first sessions, the well practiced summer team would disappear out of sight on their easy run while she was maxed out. But she set forth and continued to improve and fight on through. I can’t state how proud I am of her for taking this on and seeing it through for the whole season. I have no idea if she will ever run another competitive step, but I do know she is a better human for trying this in the first place.
I love this kid.
6. JZ and the downhill mile. Something I have learned from watching both of my kids race is that I don’t really enjoy watching them dig and go into the hurt locker. For what it is worth, JZ’s poker face on this is not as good as KZ’s – or maybe I just see through it better.

I remember watching him finish the Superior Downhill Mile, look at a finisher sprinting to finish ahead of him about 75 yards out and the bugger turned it on. But he paid a helluva price. I felt my heart drop a bit at that as I thought both “yeah, go get it” and “son, don’t do that, you don’t need to do that!”
I love this kid.
7. Racing on the track. It had been too long. I had not raced on the track in what? 3 years? The track is really where I started running. Sure, I have roots in school XC, but I was a guy who loved the grind of the track. This really needs to be part of my regular summer staple. It is scary. It is fun. It is precise. And it does not lie. 1 mile on the track … four laps, a simple problem … but not easy.

And yeah, adding in the steeple with Brownie was a hoot as well. I will certainly return to the BRR summer series in 13. Although I am not promising a race in Hokas for the steeple this time.
8. Pikes. Ah. Pikes. The race for me for the last half dozen years or so, and certainly still so.

Many call me a sandbagger with this race. It might be fair but I have found that time and time again that if I go in with lower expectations, I race more relaxed and hence run better. A summer of travel (over 65 nights in the last 3/4’s of the year) and I was sure that I be challenged to break 3 up and five hours round trip. But I raced well within my fitness and posted a 4:42.
No bones about it, I am going at this race with the focus for 2013. If the conditions permit, I will look to PR. In any case, I will look to leave it all out there on race day. But more importantly, I want to be sure I make all the little choices between now and then that appropriately set me up to get 13 minutes better at the least over 2012. I recognize that it is the process both in preparation and execution that can get me there. But it will take both, and a little bit of luck.
9. Travel running … Dublin, Cork, San Fran, Vancouver, Washington DC, Tel Aviv, Bordeaux, London, Pittsburgh, Yellowstone, Durham, Duluth, Seattle, Atlanta
Yeah, I travel alot now. It is a bane for some, and admittedly there are times it is a drag for me. It is hard for me to bitch however given the places I get to travel to, and that essentially this is a choice for me and my family. As long as I am doing I get to see some amazing places by foot. I am pretty blessed.
10. Runs with you guys. I had a list here but then I was sure I was missing someone. You know who you are. 90 percent of my runs are solo. It is not that I want it that way, but I find it is much easier for me to lace them up, get out the door and go and get back to the home fires. When I get to share a few miles with someone else it is a very special treat for me and I appreciate it greatly. Laughs, bad male humor, discussing anything and everything. It is probably the closest thing I get to spiritually connecting with people who are not my family. In 2013, I am going to try to do more of it. Admittedly, part of that is because I know it will make me better as an athlete, but I really know it makes me a better person.