Showing posts with label Burro Racing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burro Racing. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Monday Saturday 11-16SEP2023

Ah, Santo Domingo.

I really don't think I'd say this is a top ten favorite place to run.  It is hot.  It is humid.  It is flat.  It has a lot of trash.  There are some great ocean views though.  Monday AM ... 3 something miles.  Nothing in the evening as we did the corporate weenie dinner,



Tuesday AM - Same thing.  3 something miles.  It takes an hour to get to the site.  And an hour to get back.  Haina is quite an education.  4 something miles in the evening but then it took me 20 minutes to cross the street back to the hotel cuz ... traffic.   Ah well.

Pikes has been apparently blanketed in snow.  And it is supposed to get walloped again on Friday night.  I can't worry about it right now ... just too busy with work.  I guess I will figure out what I am gonna do when I get home Saturday.  






















Wednesday was a goose egg.  I didn't run in the AM and then I did dinner with the team down here.  I wasn't overly concerned with miles anyway given the taper / rest up for the week.

Thursday AM - the three something, PM - the four something.

Nothing on Friday because I slept in, packed out and then traveled to Miami that night as we finished with the site.

Saturday - also a zero ... headed back to Denver from Miami, got back to Broomstick mid day.  Then down to Manitou Springs to get situated for the Sunday race.  Picked up my number at Memorial Park as they were doing awards for the Ascent.  

Bonnet broke the Ascent record with a 2:00:20 - which is absolutely insane.  There is video floating out there of him running the final stretches and he makes it look so ridiculously easy.  He is just blasting it at 14000 plus feet.  It is sick.  

That said, his record comes in an Ascent only run, whereas the prior record, Carpenter's 2:01, was in a full round trip.  It was cool to see Matt giving props to Remmy at the awards for breaking a record that stood for 30 years. 























And Matt did it with complete class.  He was not the grumpy guy wanting his record to never be broken.  

Meanwhile on the JZ front, on Saturday he did a burro race in Frederick and took fourth.  



Saturday, April 22, 2023

A statement regarding Pack Burro racing - 22APR2023

I have been the lucky benefactor of running with a burro that has to be at least considered in a "Hall of Fame" conversation for Pack Burro Racing  Jack.   Jack has three wins at Fairplay, six at Leadville , and a Triple Crown win.  And a lot of 2nd and 3rd places in the mix there as well.  

Part of the reason I have had that luck of running with Jack is by way of support of Bill Lee of Laughing Valley Ranch and Amber and Brad Wann.  They have been nothing but supportive of me in donkey racing and life for over a decade.   They bring a passion to burro racing and a wanting to share that with others.  

I have seen how some folks don't share their vision.  In 2012, when Jack and I made a run at the Triple Crown (we came up short, losing in BV after winning Fairplay and Leadville), it was made clear to me that others didn't appreciate a suburbanite from New England who was now a Colorado corporate weenine "who didn't own his burro racing for such a trophy.    

And then Jack would put his head on my shoulder and I could know that at least this donkey didn't care if I was the person who owned him or not.  We enjoyed each other's company and we dug running in the mountains together.

In the eyes of critics, I didn't really understand these animals and therefore I was somewhat of an outsider.  Bill, the Wanns, Laughing Valley Ranch ... by some they were considered as part of a problem of inviting in outsiders and spoiling the sport.  

In my view, they were doing the opposite:  they were creating an opportunity for people to learn about animals, the outdoors, our state history, and themselves through Pack Burro Racing,  Their passion was the key driver to make this ridiculous event Colorado's official Summer Heritage Sport by law.  

Jack and I are both past our fastest racing days but we will both look to make some show at the burro racing circuit this summer.  And I wish I could say that is all there is too it:  just a simple thanks to Jack, Bill, and the Wanns for some great races and memories.

Unfortunately, that is not the case.  

I have been decidedly fairly quiet in the public space about much of the news surrounding pack burro racing in the last couple of years.  Pack burro racing has always had what its own folks call "donku-drama."  It is a term I first heard from either Bill Lee or the now deceased Curtis Imrie.  Those guys shared with me that Colorado's Summer Heritage Sport had a long standing tradition of people worrying about things that the donkeys really didn't seem to care about.   There have been debates about saddle weight, what is really a pick axe, the use of intact jacks in races, the use of in heat jennies in races, if this team cut a race corner or lost control of the rope and didn't go back to where they lost it, and any number of things.

In the last couple of years however, the amount of this drama and its volume seems to swelled to new levels:  questions over the integrity of Western Pack Burro Association elections, who calls the shots at the races (the town or the WPBA), heightened debates over rules of the races including where spectators can observe from, use of jack chains, and cutoffs at races.

I have tried to steer clear of most of this stuff, but I have waded into the soup on occasion.  I wasn't a fan of splitting the start between long course and short course at Fairplay.  One year at Idaho Springs, another racer accused me of not keeping my rope and I accused him of cutting a switchback (and we weren't smiling about it ... by the way, neither of us won that race).  

I and those around me look to remind me that it is better to consider the bigger picture: be grateful that you can run these things with these beautiful beasts of burden in an amazing backdrop of the Rocky Mountains.  And oh yeah, mostly - the donkeys don't care about our human created ridiculousness.  

The Chaffee County Times have recently released two articles on some of this (1, 2),  Like any good controversy, there is a bunch different perspectives, hurt feelings, and multiple sides to the story.  

This story however also has a character that has been considered divisive for years, and long before his entry into the burro racing circuit as a race director or WPBA member.   You can refer to the article to get a sense of some of that history. 

I find when this person comes up in conversation, most of us are a bit stuck.  Most of us don't want to wade into controversy, or are looking to abide by the rule of "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."  And so we don't do or say anything publicly.  We let it go, and hope that it will go away.  

But my experience is that in our private conversations we state our disgust at his ego, his brazen nature to capitalize for himself first while trying to paint it in the light of some broader good fellowship effort and, perhaps worst of all - his inability to respond to any criticism.  This is almost always met with some sort of rant of how he is being bullied, and a character attack on the person raising the concern.    

You might not share my view.  That is fine.  You make your choices and I will make mine.    If you don't like the decisions of any town with their race choices, including who the RD is, "vote" with your choices and don't participate.  Instead, support those who support the values you support. 

I recognize my essay here, support of Bill/The Wanns and the criticism of some won't sit well with some and I may deal with consequences from that.  There are some who could interpret this text as being disrespectful in some regard, and therefore, such behavior could disqualify me from participating in pack burro races (see page 31).  I am willing to deal with those consequences if some authority deems them necessary and appropriate:  I'd rather stand with these folks who have helped me than at the starting line of a race being directed by someone who has questionable motives, been destructive and I think the sport would be better off without.  

And remember, the donkeys mostly don't care.  

Monday, July 26, 2021

Week ending 25JUL2021

Monday AM - truly beat legs.  6 miles.  
PM - stupid hot again.  3.7 miles on the ditch.  1400 plus on the year.  

Tuesday AM - 6.1 miles.  Super slow as I was on a call. 
PM - ditch - 3.1 miles.  

Wednesday - 7 miles.  Half dozen 45 second striders on the ditch.  Some gym work.

Thursday - 5.4 in the AM around practice.  Another 3 miles in the afternoon (hot on the ditch).  

Friday - evening, went up to FoCo to help JZ move some stuff, and we went for a run post.  Headed from his place up to the Horsetooth Res.  Round trip was 8.5 miles and it is a bit of a climb to get up to there.  Good run.

Saturday AM - with practice, 8.5 miles at Teller Farm.

Sunday afternoon - up on the Fairplay Pack Burro course.  Good to see Bob and Yukon get the win.  I was racing Yukon with Justin more close a decade ago when he was truly a crazy donkey.  Bob has worked on him and this burro racing game harder than anyone I have met in it.  Stoked that he and Yukon got this World Championship.  





























8.8 miles for me.  Altitude.  Oh yeah, I forgot about that.  

Somehow that ended up being a 60 plus mile week.  I have not had one of those in over a year.  And while it was patchwork in making it happen, it was still a good amount of volume.  We'll see I guess.  

Monday, July 5, 2021

Week ending 04JUL2021

 Track is done.  So, let's start XC.















Yeah, no real off season I guess with the late run on track.  Some kids will still have some time off, but some already have so its back to base building.

We had the banquet for XC 2020 last night.  That's right, because of COVID, we are finally getting to it.  I found it surprisingly emotional for me, but in some ways, that ain't surprising at all.  
























Monday AM - 5.3 miles screwing around with the start of practice.  
Afternoon - 5k, with 8 x 200 strides, untimed, on the MS track.  Sort of blissful.  

Tuesday AM - run around practice.  Feeling the work from yesterday.  7 miles.  Been summer weather but nicely cooler v. the hot-hot we had a few weeks ago.  

Wednesday AM - backed into calls but got in 3.4.  
Wednesday PM - I do seem to feel better and perform better most of the time in the afternoon.  4.6, moving pretty good on the ditch-Ridgeview loop (up the water tower hill) at sub 8.  That's pretty good for me these days for a training run.  


June 30 ... halfway through the calendar year, sitting at 1247 miles according to Strava.  

Wednesday night was the track 2021 banquet.  

Thursday AM - 8 miles around practice.

Friday AM - 8.1 miles, post practice did 6 x 300 on 200 rest just untimed and as pickups.  

Saturday AM - 8.8 miles.  Hot.  Was feeling pretty beat at the end and so rather than slog the miles I decided to just push on blocks, off blocks.  

Sunday AM - 8.5 miles.  Got attacked by some nesting bird in the Commons as I jogged through.  That ain't gonna go well for that bird tonight when there are 10k people there for fireworks.  

Feeling good about how I managed the second half of the week, and well, the week overall.  Some of my better miles, some miles not just a slog and getting a few reps of something above the jog.  Ain't calling it anything yet, just enjoying it.  56 plus miles on the week.  That is the most by a bit in a bit.  

My Achilles issue kept me from my racing goals last year, namely Pikes but it also unraveled my pack burro racing and running.  I found that to be a bit of a welcome respite, because burro racing is pretty consuming to the summer, and ... well, there has always been a fair bit of drama around pack burro racing that tends to suck up some degree of emotional energy unnecessarily.  And it is stuff the donkeys really don't give a crap about.  It has been things like if pack saddles have to be of a certain weight (and different requirements for mini donks), can runners get assistance on the course, if an intact jack ought to race, if a pen can be counted as a pick axe (no really that happened), if the races should be divided up for men and women, cut off times, different start times, how many race teams can be in the race, and if those who rent donkeys are undermining the culture of the sport/ if someone is not a real racer unless they own their donkey.  Most of this the donkeys don't care about (they might have a word to say about pack saddle weight tho).  But as long as I have been involved in burro racing, there seems to be a tradition of quibbling over such things.  

This year, there is a fair amount of debate as to if the Fairplay race is in its 72nd or 73rd year.  While the town cancelled their race last year, there was a race held last year.  While it was on a different course, there have been changes to the courses over the years for a variety of reasons.  In addition to what to put on t-shirts (72 or 73), the whole affair has further been escalated as some have declared the winners of the race last year won't get their names (and their burros names) placed on the traditional Prunes monument sign.  The personalities around this - none of which are donkeys - create the additional so-called "donku-drama."  The very new RD of the Fairplay race (who many would say has had a history of controversy related to his "management style") has added his fuel to an already well stoked fire, that is often already fueled by a passionate hard charging and hard working folk who have deep history and involvement in the game.  

Again, sort of glad to miss that, but I'll add my take: no harm to put the winners names on the board.  Who gets hurt by that?  Put it up.  In fact, sort of a shame if you skip it.  I have yet to hear a good reason to deny that.  What is the issue if it is called 73 instead of 72?  They ran probably 30 miles last year.  Call it the 73rd.  Meh.  I don't hold any expectations that this blog in the underbelly of the blogosphere changes anything.  I wouldn't however be surprised if even expressing the views I have shared here further fans the flames and irks people.  \

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Week ending 10MAY2020

Monday AM - gorgeous morning.  Rained on the overnight and it is that time of the year where everything is greening up nicely.  Cool and beautiful sunrise along the Bobolink trail.  8.3 miles with strides.

Tuesday afternoon - one of those days best not to compare myself to my past self.  12 x a quarter.  The track was pretty well buttoned up so I did these on the quarter mile stretch of Main in front of the high school.  The southbound ones were a bit quicker as it might be slightly downhill that way (and slight uphill northbound).  I figured mile pace so these went (starting southbound) 84, 83, 81, 84, 81, 82, 81, 84, 79, 81, 80, 81.   Rest was equal, mostly inactive around the corner.  This one felt a bit more on the edge than other recent workouts - which means it was good in that it tagged me a bit.  I was definitely flayling a bit on the last couple.  10.2 miles total.

Got to be honest ... upper end of speed these days is just under five pace.  I might be able to nudge that a bit but it ain't like the sub 30 200s are around the corner.

Wednesday AM - legs pretty spent, expectedly so.  8.3 miles easy.
Wednesday PM - sat in the office way too much this today.  Got out at the tail of the day just to shake it off a bit.  3.2 miles along the ditch.

Thursday - afternoon, just as the winds wound up.  8.3 miles with some strides at the end.

Friday PM - 10.1 miles.  Tempo work - 4 miles averaging 6:33 on the roads.  I have run the tempos a bit quicker on the track as of late of course, but this fair for me.  Legs still felt a bit heavy but once ya get rolling, you go with it.

Saturday AM - 7.3 miles.  That does not include the two miles I went around and around trying to get Cheeto.  It was a pretty tame run but we did do the last click under six pace.
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Sunday - didn't get out until the afternoon.  I didn't feel up for paying the "go-to-Boulder" time tax and I figured I could get some hills out in the 'stock without having to deal with crowds and hence the mask issues (they are now required on Boulder OSMP).  11.6 miles, with about 900 feet.  Not quite a Flagstaff but the pace made up for it anyway.

66 something miles on the week, a couple of quality workouts, etc, etc.  Solid week of running for me these days.

Official word that Burro Days is cancelled this summer.  This comes a few weeks after the announcement that Leadville also cancelled Boom Days.

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There is some scuttlebutt that there will be some other race of course.  I am not sure how that will play out at this point.

Last two Rails Open Mics.



Everytime I do one of these mics, I feel a bit of mixed feelings -  a bit disappointed with my level of performance, a bit satisfied with the fact that I did it, a bit overwhelmed by the quality of the other musicians that participate, a bit motivated to dial up my game and my equipment mix more effectively, a bit thinking I'll never do it again, and a bit recommitted to get better. 

I did my first open mic just over a year ago when Charles took me to a bar in Centennial.  Shortly after that I did what I think was my first real one - a post wedding party at Rails.  I call it the first real one because the one in Centennial was like five other musicians.  I didn't know the open mic at Rails was going to be a post wedding party affair, and there were something like a 100 people.  Since then I think I have done four or five live ones there and then four of these "virtual" ones.  It has clearly been a significant factor in my music education  - a lot has changed over that year (a couple of new guitars, the number of songs I can go to, the wiring in my head on what I hear, and even a tune or two of my own) but I have a lot more to learn and do.   

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Weekend 10-11AUG2019 and Gold Rush Days Pack Burro Race

Saturday - 5.6 easy miles with the team in the AM.

Saturday night I went to Railsend to play an open mic.  Sign up was supposed to happen at 6:30. I got there at 6:15 and got a 10PM slot - as the earlier slots were already filled (!)  I was not overly stoked about the late start ... it would mean my sleep for the Buena Vista Pack Burro Race would be short and I was already looking at 5AM start of drive to get there.

When 10:20 hit and the guy who was supposed to play at 9 had not yet played - I bagged it.  I was looking at a midnight gig.  I was getting tired, cranky and not really in the moody to play.  Yeah, as a rock and roller, I'd have a tough go of it I guess, but I had to make that call if I was going to go to BV.

Rolled into BV around 8 after dropping TZ off in Fairplay.  I did the typical setup and was ready all set to go under a lightly rainy set of skies by 9 and change.  We wandered up for the 10AM start ...

Jack and I rolled out of town with the leaders and as we turned north to head to the hair pin before the bridge, he eased into the lead.  I was stoked.   A lead position before hitting the single track and the bridge would be perfect - to assure at least we were in the mix for all of it ... just before making the hairpin back, a donkey came up behind me, clipped my legs and I went down.  I was able to manage to keep the rope, but I was banged up pretty good - although thankfully not trampled on.  I am sure I will be able to post pix of this soon.

We bounced up, ignoring the sting of the road rash and trying to assert some surge of adrenaline in the mix.  We had slipped quickly to fourth but it was not overly concerning if we could stay in the lead group.  Anytime third began to slip the pace from 1, 2 (Marvin, Louise teams) I'd yell a bit to get going or to let us by.  As we came into the open space around the bridge entrance, I made a go to get around two of the teams and move into second.  As I came by Pandora/Louise on the bridge, I got caught squeezed between Jack, Pandora and a barricade post crotch high.  I had made this error forgetting the post and turned sharply to not do real serious organ damage.  I went down again - and this time I lost the rope for 10 yards.  I retrieved Jack and now had to bring him back against teams trying to go upstream.  We slipped to ninth.  The lead group pulled away.

And that was pretty much it.  Hal and I worked together to move to sixth and seventh.  We made ground on the lead pack of five, maybe even getting within 100 yards of them on the climb to the highest point on the course, but then we ended up moving slowly behind Hal and FTB and lost four minutes ... We ended up seventh in 1:59 on the nose.

It was a fun day to run with Jack, we just had some bad luck and a few errors that added up.  It happens.

I was reminded burro racing is a contact sport.  The cuts and road rash I have today are less troubling than the throbbing left hip I am currently managing.  Hope that clears in the next day or two ...

That is pretty much a wrap on the burro racing season.  We didn't win any Triple Crown races but we did manage a win in Georgetown and in Creede - two races we had never won before.  Not bad but not the big games that we used to take.

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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Leadville Boom Days Race 2019


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Jack has won the Leadville race six times, with five of those times coming with me at the end of the tether.  We didn't compete in it last year as I only did the Fairplay race with him.  Neither of us are the runners we were even a few years ago when we secured the Triple Crown in Leadville in 2015, but we had managed a fair number of good days in Leadville by taking advantage of the smooth road finish coming down the last few miles of California Gulch.  There was some question as to if we could improve on our fourth place finish from Fairplay the week before, and maybe play the spoil sport to Leadville hometown favorites, Marvin and Buttercup in their bid for the Triple Crown.

I got up to Leadville with TZ early - like 7AM - coming up from Fairplay.  We did the typical donkey prep, race day reg, fiddling with the saddle, but I was feeling the early rise.  As the race approached, I tried to get my mind right, or dial in the power of magical thinking.  Meaning, imagining stuff that might occur if I think about it like it is really going to happen.  There is nothing really to this approach, but it beats the alternative - thinking you can't.  Because if you believe that you are truly screwed.

We got out well, with the leaders and started the long climb up.  Jack was in no mood to lead this group but we settled into a pack of about 8 teams.  It would stretch, collapse, repeat.  I had no real concerns here because as long as we were in contact, we were not losing anything.  You are unlikely to win the race here, but you can lose it.

As we started the first descent, it was still the same crew.  No big moves, and nothing fast.  But as the climb out of checkpoint three started, the race really set.  Hal / FTB and Marvin / Buttercup put a clinic on of getting away a little by little.  Jack and I fell way way back - even far back from the 3-7 positions as if we were getting dropped.  It took most of the climb to fight our way back into the pack and then all the way back up to nose to nose with Louise in third place.  Hal and Marvin had probably a four or five minute lead on us coming off the pass, and they would slowly extend on that over the day.

As has been the case in past years, Jack carefully picked his way down through the rocky mining road, and now we don't run those ups much.  We were able to get away from some Tracy and Kirt, but we established a pack of Bob/Yukon, Joel/Jake, Louise/Pandora and me and Jack.  It stayed this way - sometimes stretching out as much as 200 yards between us.  As we hit the road, Bob and Joel had separated significantly but I knew Jack and I would roll that up.  Louise caught up to the crew and we got a good little set of movement going - still not 2012 speed, but fair enough.  We shook Joel but we didn't have the wheels to break Bob or Louise.  I knew what the outcome was going to be coming into town even as we turned onto a traffic busy, rainy Harrison with its cones and loud people but tried to make a fight of it anyway.  We ended up fifth behind Louise (3rd) and Bob (4th) in about 3:55.  Marvin had won in a time of about 3:45, about the typical time it takes to win.  Hal had come in a few minutes later in second.

It was a good day and a good run for a couple of guys who still think they got it.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

What a week ...

Let's see ... no update in a while but it ain't for lack of activity.

Friday 26JUL2019 - Teller Farm easy with the Eagles.  7 miles.
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Saturday 27JUL2019 - up to Fairplay on Friday night.  Did my usual easy run down through the mine and the reeds to dial that in.  Headed over to the Fairgrounds afterwards to get a bit of check in with the donks.  3.7 miles.
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Sunday - 28JUL2019 - yeah the big one, or the World Championships of Pack Burro Racing.  It was a different year in that we would not go across American Flats or even to Mosquito Pass because of high snow and the run off, but instead stay on the north side of the London Mine in an out and back fashion.  It was thought the course was going to be 25 miles rather than the typical 29 and change.  And it also was going to be a split start with long course runners starting about 10 minutes before short coursers.

JZ and KZ did the short course, and so getting them on and going was fun (images by John B)




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As far as a race report - there is not much to really report other than this:  a group of eight teams got out and ran together, switching positions for the first 8 or so miles.  The running was not particularly fast and there was no one team really driving the lead any more than any other.








Then it was seven teams up past the fork (going to the right this time).  I had predicted that we'd probably go faster through the course given we were not covering the typically slow American Flats.  But it seemed that the donkeys were not going to have any of that and they slowed even on the road - almost in a collective union unspoken sort of fashion.  No one was really breaking away.


The climb on the rocky part to the London Mine was really slow - a walk, with Bob and Kirt getting slightly ahead of the remainder of us.  Jack and I were in close proximity but not enough to get the substitute First Ass to the Pass (a post at the London Mine in which Bob and Kirt "tied").  It was only nominally better on the down rocky  part.

Joel and Hal fell off and so it was down to five teams - Bob/Yukon, Marvin/Buttercup, Louise/Pandora, Kirt/Ricky Bobby and Jack and me.  It would stay this way all the way down the Mosquito Pass Road.  The donks were running but not quick enough to take away the legs from anyone.  The pack would taffy but then pack back up.  I knew any chance we had for a win would diminish the longer this played out and tried to get Jack to up the pace even slightly, but we are not the runners we were nearly a decade ago.

We came into the last five mile stretch with Bob, Marvin and I holding a slight lead over Kirt and Louise.  I thought this might be a place where Jack and I could get a bit of a lead but we couldn't manage it.  I even took a face plant spill (nice rope burn holding that rope!).

I took the lead into the mine, and even on the last climb and down through the South Park City Museum, but soon as we crossed the gate into town, Jack wanted to avoid the noise and crowds and turned to the left.  Marvin edged Bob for the win, and a late charging Louise came by Jack and I for third.  We were fourth on the 26.4 mile course just a few clicks under five hours.


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No time to really celebrate a fair run in which we were in the mix all day or to mourn coming so close again for the fourth year in a row - turned around and headed back down to Broomfield to get ready for XC camp up at Tahosa with the HS team.

Guest speaker this year was a former marathon world record holder.
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Awesome running with the kids for a few days at altitude.  It always sets the tone for the season in terms of goal setting, commitment, and what fun is for us.

I kept most the efforts light in light of recovering from the marathon effort on Sunday, but still jumped in the relay on Wednesday morning.  That left my lungs with the post workout hack.  All good.

Again, a quick turn around from that - and I was off to DC Wednesday afternoon for a couple of days of work.  I got tied up on Thursday and missed a day, but got out to the Mall on Friday before heading back.  I hit a new memorial:  FDR.  (8.6 miles in the humidity!)
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Back home Friday night.  Colorado put on its typical night time light show for the evening dog walk.
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And for Saturday ... a little run on the trails near Eldo before heading up to Leadville for Boom Days race tomorrow (6.6 miles).


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So a busy week.  More to come.

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Wednesday 24JUL2019 Burro Days Course Change Announced.

AM - 6.1 miles with Greg and Gabby during practice.  Legs felt tired but we were moving well enough. 

Thought about getting another in the afternoon, but the thunderstorms gave me pause and I passed, rationalizing I probably needed the rest because of the longer burro race effort this weekend, and the two harder efforts yesterday.

It is pretty much easy to rationalize whatever you want for training almost anytime.  I have wondered in this case if my eschewing a run like this is me being smart now that I am coming up on 50, or if it is me being soft because I am now coming up on 50. 

In evening Fairplay Burro Days officially announced some changes to this year's race.  First, because of the snow leading up to Mosquito Pass, the course won't go there, or even over American Flats.  Instead, it will be an out and back, rather than the lollipop it typically is.  This looks to be around 25 miles versus the regular 29.  Also based on the map, it looks like it will make the turn around near the base of the London Mine.
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Second, the start will be split.  Fairplay has been contemplating this for a few years with the growth of the race and the number of teams at the start.  Long course runners will start about 10 minutes before short course runners (I say about because I can't recall any burro race that has gone off to schedule exactly).  This should put those 15 or so teams (that is about the typical number of the long course entries) out there and then the remaining 65 or so (again based on last year) in the short course start. 

Supposedly this makes for a more safe start overall with less racers (I have questioned if safety is really the priority in a race where people run with a donkey in a mountain setting to the top of a mountain pass at oh-lightning 30 but that is a different rant).


Sunday, June 9, 2019

Creede Pack Burro Race, Week wrap up

Finished off a couple of days in PHX and had some nice runs.

Wednesday AM - 6.2 miles
Wednesday PM - 4.2 miles

Thursday AM - 8.2 miles
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Traveled back to CO in the evening.  It was just about 102 when I left PHX.

Friday ended up being an off day, the tenth on the year.  I was scrambling in the typical "get back" sort of thing - laundry, wrapping up an engagement, getting ready for the next one, and the like.  We headed out for Fairplay mid afternoon, shortening the day.  I decided with a Saturday race to let it go rather than try to over grip getting the run in.

It is still a different land up in Fairplay ... the buds of the aspens are still working on coming out at 10000 feet.
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Hung out in Fairplay for the evening ... it has been too long since we did that.
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We headed down to Creede on Saturday morning.  Creede is a bit of a ride - about 265 miles or five hours from Broomfield and three from Fairplay.  We coincidentally came up on Bob just south of BV while making the trek.
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We caravan-ed it to Creede.  It is truly a spectacular drive across that part of Colorado - it is as if you are driving through a John Fielder photo or some sort of post card.   It is really beyond description and I don't have a camera that capture that.

We got to Creede a little before 10, and quickly learned that the typical 10 mile lollipop course was not going to be run as tributaries into the Rio Grande (the Willow) were gushing hard with recent snow melt.  Roads on the course were washed out or with significant water flowing over them.  The sheriff had closed large portions of the typical course.

There were no lack of opinions as to what to do from folks.  There were different suggestions to do an out and back, laps and loops.  Suggestions were coming in with races anywhere from 3 to 12 miles.  I decided to not get overly concerned about it and roll with it.

Did the typical sort of prep stuff, and did even a little warm up jog with Bob to eyeball any damage we could see.
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We didn't see any for as far as we were willing to jog in jeans and sandals but it was clear with the amount of heavy equipment and sandbags they were throwing around, stuff was pretty serious.

The race was supposed to start at 1, but as is typical in a small town race, it was just really gathering at about 5 after.  The race announcer decided to read every participant's name and their burros names so we really didn't get going until about 20 after.  Right before the race, Brad announced the course - we'd head south back out of town and up on the Bachelor's Loop, and up to the third aid station before coming back exactly the same way.  He said he thought the course would be about 11 miles, but admitted he really was not sure.

Jack and I got less than a stellar start two blocks up but even by the first turn we had moved up into the top 10.  All the typical players were there with a new face or two.  We took a short turn, west, then another south and were heading down out of town.  I think it might be the first burro race I have been in with a DOWN start - and the burros were really getting on it.  Jack punched up to sub five pace and I was quickly realizing the elevation of 8900 of Creede.  Jack took the lead and I was wondering if I was going to be on my face with any stride.

Things quickly got back to normal with a couple of turns that had us going up to the west and to the north (within a kilometer of the race).  Everyone slowed and about a dozen teams were in it.  It would stay this way for the next 9 miles (with the only thing really changing is that maybe four teams were whittled off).  The lead would change, the pack would stretch and collapse over and over.  This is the case of the burro race.

No one however knew when we were turning around, and so the question kept building ... 3.5 miles, 4 miles, 4.5 miles.  No turning.  The tension was building but no one really was saying anything about it so we just kept rolling.  We saw a photographer so we knew we were not too far yet.  At the 4.5 mile mark, the big climb ended and we started a drop back into the woods.  5 miles, 5.5.  No turn around.  8 teams there, including the minis, Hal and Ricky Bobby, Hal and FTB, Pat and Alice, Joe and Jake, Bob and Yukon, and Jack and me.

Jack never really led on the way out.  I kept him in sight of the leaders on the climb but it was clear he was not going to gallop up the hill.  It was warm and he was only having so much of it.  But we kept enough contact.

6 miles.  6.5.  Then at 7 we came across the final station and the turn around.  The next race started.  Everyone tried to get a jump back up the 2.5 miles to long downhill back into town but the pack just did its taffy thing.  There were some pissed off folks coming at us though wanting to know where that turn around was.

We started the down and the butter nature of the road was right to Jack's liking.  He opened up and we took a lead.  On some of the turns or more shallow sections down he slowed and I could see the whole train of folks not far behind.  It was still anyone's race.  Patrick and Alice caught us and stepped up ahead of us.  We locked into that.

On a section a bit steeper than the rest down, Jack opened up and we took a bit more of a lead.  We got some daylight between us and Patrick and Alice - maybe as much as 150 yards.  There were a few sections where we hit sub five - and I was feeling for a bit like some of the days of old with this great donkey.  We might not have other days like this anymore but at least for today we had the wind at our ears.

We had a good gap, but I was questioning if it was going to be enough as we had to climb the last half mile back into town and then in the town area for the finish itself (Jack is usually not great at that).  As we hit town, I could see Patrick/Alice closing on us, chipping away at the lead.  But we had generated enough of a gap that we were able to hold on for the win. 

Patrick and Alice came in just a few strides behind us.


Certainly Jack and I have had a great early season with two wins and a third.  But the mid summer and Triple Crown races are different ... longer, harder washed out roads, and three weeks of it in a row.  Just have to enjoy each one as they come and not get too worried about the actual result.

Long ride back on Saturday night after all that, but again beautiful.

Sunday - back at it in Broomfield.  I did an easy six on the Lac Amora loop.  Legs were pretty tired tho.
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Good week for travel - a nice hill workout in AZ, the race on the weekend with 14 miles and 2400 feet of climbing.  I need to get to altitude a bit more (I felt it in Creede and that is only 8900 feet).