The idea of doing this iconic event sprang up a few weeks after the Trans Rockies multi-day run in 2013 – after the brain had suppressed the pain of that undertaking. But then a fi ve-day stay in the ICU at Johns Hopkins hospital after a “cardiac event” in December put a lot more than just completing this event into question for me.
by Ron Adams Mild, misty weather greeted the runners at the start of the Whistler 50 Ultra, followed by nearly perfect running weather with some sunny breaks later in the day. This year Whistler again was the host race for the ACU (Association of Canadian Ultramarathoners) 50 Mile trail championship. Roy Kok of Vancouver led
by Alyssa Godesky With the Ultra Race of Champions occurring two weeks earlier than previous years, it seemed we may beat the snow in Colorado; of course, that wasn’t the case! Runners awoke on UROC morning to a dusting of snow at the peaks around Copper Mountain, where the 2014 course was being run. The
by Shannon Featherstone My husband runs ultras. I never did. Like many people, when asked if I would ever consider doing one, I would respond with a breezy I could never run that far. What I really meant to say was that I could never spend that kind of time with myself – alone with my
I’ve always told our kids that our true character comes through in how you deal with life’s setbacks, rather than how you respond when things are going great. I, unfortunately, had the opportunity to “practice what I preach” in Leadville this past August. I learned in no uncertain terms that the only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary. On a beautiful sunny day in the Colorado Rockies the Leadville Trail 100 chewed me up and spit me out. Period.
So here I am, six thousand feet up on a French mountain beginning to hallucinate hard. The sun went down six hours ago while I was on a different mountain peak. That was the second sunset I had seen in this race and it was sixteen miles behind me, twenty kilometers behind me, six hours behind me, several thousand feet of climbing behind me –several thousand feet of climbing ahead and many miles/km to go.