Alone in the Woods

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2017 Superior 100

Part 2

Throughout  the day I had slid from 98th to 121st. Arriving at mile 46 I felt good. I had worked my way through some major cramping and managed to get my hydration back under control.

Co. Road 6 to Finland 7.7 miles

Darkness was about to fall and I had done no harm. My race is about to begin. Technically I’m not racing anyone but the voice inside my head that is telling me I got no business being out here and that I should just quit. I have a goal of 34 hours which would be over an hour off my PR. The day went well and I know I’m ahead of my projected split times. For now I ask my crew not to tell me anything about splits. I know there’s a lot of race left. I love night running! I practice it and I’m used to staying up all night having been a shift worker for the past 10 years. For every 8 day swing I work two 12 hour night shifts back to back. This section starts out very runnable. Then it climbs and climbs. You can see a mountain top through all the dead or dying birch trees. Fortunately we don’t have to crest this one. We only go about 3/4s of the way up, but it still makes for one hell of a climb. Then the trail skirts the side of the mountain. Ahead we hear a cowbell. I ask Don if I had imagined it, but he assured me I did not. Sure enough we come to a lady in the middle of nowhere cheering us on. As we don our headlamps I begin to hunt. It becomes a game to us. Each light we see ahead is a new challenge. How many can we pick off by morning? I think of Jason and Kevin saying gets very runnable as we get closer to Finland. We are making good time. As we get to Finland we have moved up 30 spots to 91st.

Finland to Sonju Lake Rd. 4.2 miles

As we leave Finland I prepare myself for what may be the most technical section of the race. We take what the course gives us. I run when I can but more importantly I keep a steady pace by power Hiking thru the worst of it. I don’t let the rocks, mud, and monster roots get to me mentally. It don’t take long before we hear a party in the woods at the Sonju Lake Aid station. We get in and out and avoid the pitfalls of the raging bonfire.

Sonju to Crosby Manitou 7.5 miles

We continue our game of hunter and hunted, but not surprisingly the runners are starting to become fewer and farther between. Our game pouch is still bulking just not as fast as before. As we near Crosby I hear a familiar voice ahead. It’s Mark Smith and his runner. With a smile I call out to him in the dark. He introduces me to his runner. We have something in common. We were both in the Marine Corps. We are brothers. Quickly I slip past and the section makes a long descent to the road crossing. I can hear Mark let out an eerie howl from the hill high above. Someone on the roadway answers by beeping there horn. The sound of civilization can’t be more welcome as I climb out of the woods. I make my way up the 1/2 mile dirt road to the aid station. One more big section ahead and then the race will seem so much more manageable. We’ve moved up another 8 spots to 83rd.

Crosby Manitou to Sugar loaf 9.4 miles

Lindsey and her pacer Biz are getting ready to leave at the same time as us. Now I have another rookie pacer Travis in tow. Not wanting to worry me he doesn’t tell me that this is his first time running with a headlamp. I can’t believe we’ve caught up to Lindsey. Lindsey’s soon to be husband Bob was my pacer for my 1st 2 Superior finishes. Both Lindsey and Biz’s Uncle Stu, is my crew chief and 3 time Superior pacer extraordinaire. This was Lindsey’s first attempt at the 100 mile distance. She took 3rd at Zumbro this year in the 50. Her coach is Jake Hegge, the Superior 100 course record holder. Before the race I sent her a message of good luck with a P.S. Jokingly of, “Don’t to let me catch you!” For the rest of the race we play leap frog. She leaves most the aid stations first and I try to catch her. It’s a game of cat and mouse. I think she was using me as the mouse. It is the most fun I’ve ever had in a race. We spend a lot of time together over the final sections. Leaving Crosby starts with a gigantic bolder riddled descent down into the Caribou River Gorge. Once we cross the bridge I think it’s the 2nd longest, but for sure the steepest, climb back out of the gorge. Someday I have to go back in the daylight. It has to be absolutely gorgeous. Climbing out it’s hand over fist up the rock ridden ascent. It is extremely difficult but to top it off there are multiple false peaks. So just when you think it’s over you turn and continue to climb. As hard as it is we’re having a blast with Lindsey and Biz to keep us company. This section has been a death march for me in the past. This time however I was in a groove. My biggest concern with having two first time pacers was that it wouldn’t be fun for them or that they would hardly get to run at all because I fail to perform. Toward the end of this section we got passed by the leaders of the 50 miler. I ask Travis to notify me when he hears them coming. As they catch us he steps off the trail and notifies me how many of them are together. This method works brilliantly so that I barely have to move over. Yet at the same time it lets the fresher runners scoot right on by. As a small train goes by I make a monster effort to latch on as their caboose. I startled the rear runner as we catch back up. I confuse him a bit as he says he has never been caught by a 100 miler before. He thinks I want to pass, but I tell him I just want to ride their coat tails as long as I can. We were flying. Somehow I stick with them bounding down the long descent to the next aid station. My heart rate felt relaxed and somehow my breathing was in complete control. For once this section was not so bad. As I look back to Trav all is right in my world. He was breathing heavy and glistening with sweat. We gained 15 more spots and move to 68th.

Sugarloaf to Cramer 5.6 miles

Cramer is the Marathon starting point. I have a new objective. I wanted to get there and get out ahead of the marathoners. Stu is now with me. This section is not bad at all. It’s very runnable. It don’t take long and the trail opens up on two different occasions to power line sections which make you think you are at the aid station only to find out sadly you are not. It don’t take long and we hear a car door. We pop out of the woods and to our amazement see our buddy Jason right in front of us as he’s arriving to get ready for the marathon. We laugh, say hi, and cross the 1st road only to jump onto a parallel road that leads to the trailhead parking lot. 77.7 miles in and for the first time I change my shoes. I sit by the fire and take the time to thoroughly address my feet. I pop the one tiny blister that had formed using a bib pin, relube, and put on fresh shoes and socks. The aid station is serving pancakes and bacon. They may have been the best pancakes I had ever tasted. This time we had only gained 2 spots. We were now in 66th.

Cramer to Temperance 7.1 miles

Lindsey again leaves ahead of us but we are in hot pursuit. This section is mostly down hill. The trail rolls along side the cross river as it gently rolls up and down. Again it is very runnable. photo credit: Cole Peyton

It goes through several campsites along the beautiful river. As we near the river crossing we again catch Lindsey and Danielle and scoot on by. photo credit: Cole Peyton

We cross the river and climb into to forest on the other side. Trav and I latch on to some more 50 milers which gets us moving. I can’t keep their pace the entire time so each group that passes I stick with them as long as I can. It’s another long descent down to Temperance aid station and the last half mile I stick with some more 50 milers or what could’ve even been marathoners bounding down the trail. Travis is working hard which makes me happy. We again gain 2 spots to move into 64th.

Temperance to Sawbill 5.7 miles

Now we are into familiar territory. Having run three spring 50Ks and now on my 4th 100 miler it makes 9 times that I’ve been through these final 3 sections. I know exactly where I can make good time and where to conserve energy. Lindsey is in and out of the aid station super quick! I can tell she is smelling the hay in the barn. Stu and I are together again. The first part of this leg is super quick and slightly downhill. The trail is nicely buffed out and heads along side the river toward the lake to the big bridge that crosses high above the Temperance River.

Photo credit: Amy Broadmoore

After crossing the river the trail starts the biggest and longest climb of the race. At first it’s a scramble up some big rocks. Just after that is a great spot to get in the river to cool down or wash the salt and mud off. This is the first time I blow right by without going into the water. Again the trail is very runnable along side the river. Then the long climb begins. This is one of the tricky ones which can be a major mind fuck late in the race. After climbing for what seems like an eternity you come to an opening in the canopy only to be demoralized by this gigantic rock of a mountain still far up ahead. If you don’t know it’s coming this can break you mentally. We make good time and by the time we reach the top we are in a conga line. About 10 Marathon and 50 milers in front and 2 or three behind. I hear a guy behind me complaining that he should be in front even though the trail Is super tight. There is no way I am stopping to let him by as I am right on the heals of the runner in front of me. Also I have a big plans as we crest The top. As we start the descent I say on your left and bound by 6 runners at the same time latching onto two of the lead guys also hopping down the rocky descent. I stick with them all the way to the road as the trail is all downhill on this new beautiful wide wooden boardwalk. I bet we were doing sub 9 min pace easily the whole way quickly gapping the group behind us. I love that section! It’s so much fun. Another 2 spots gained moving up to 62nd.

Sawbill to Oberg 5.5 miles

Lindsey is leaving as I arrive. The crew has a chair for me off to the side in the shade. I don’t stay long or even fill my water knowing this next section goes quick. There are no major climbs and it’s again very runnable if you still have legs. Don is with me for his final leg. We make really good time. Toward the end I latch onto another group of Marathon runners and let them pull me into the aid station the final mile or so. We pull into Oberg and I am grinning ear to ear. Up another 2 spots to 60th. I take a quick seat and wave to Beth who’s working the aid station with her whole family. Stu breaks the news to me that if I make it to the finish by 4pm I’ll break 32 hour. That’s almost 3 hours for the final section. My math is all screwed up. It just doesn’t making sense. I still was just hoping for 34. I know I can do this section in closer to 2 hours. This has me chomping at the bit to get going to see if I can finish closer to 31 hours vs 32 hours.

Oberg to the finish 7.1 miles

We take off a blazing. The quicker we get there the sooner I have a cold icy beer in my hand. I have never felt the pull of a finish line more than this one. Only two major climbs and this sucker is in the bag. I can’t believe I’m still able to run. Then we hit it. The stairway to heaven. The long climb up the back side of Moose Mountain. It’s a steep, dark, and narrow rock and root infested climb that’s shadowed by the towering pines.

It is never easy. Especially when you’ve already got almost 100 miles on your legs. Travis and I are right behind a couple girls throughout the climb. After we crest the peak the sky opens up and you can practically see all the way across the Lake to Wisconsin. Moose Mountain is a long one. The trail follows the crest for what seems like at least a mile before we drop steeply off the other side and into the open hardwood forest below. We are catching other runners. Most likely Marathoners. Soon we start the final climb up Mystery Mountain. Which isn’t too bad because of all the switch backs. At the top I start to strain my ears listening for that glorious sound we all love. The sound of the Popular River as it plummets off the back of Mystery Mountain. I also start looking for the campsite that signals the final descent. This year something is different. It takes a bit longer than I remember. We come to the campsite, only to find out it’s on the left instead of our right. I guess they must have rerouted the trail to make up for the bridge being out and the lost mileage at the Split Rock water crossing. By this time however nothing can phase us. We hit the jeep trail and float on down to the bridge. photo credit: Superior Fall Races

We pass a few people as we climb out onto the pavement and make our way through the ski resort village. I look around to make sure no 100 miler is going to catch us. As we turn back off the pavement and enter the finish chute we catch another 100 miler. I feel bad passing him but there is no way I am walking it in. I hear my name over the loud speakers and couldn’t be more proud as Storkamp says my name and that this my 3rd finish. I can’t believe it. It’s over. We gained another 2 spots to finish in 58th place out of 169 finishers and bout 250 starters. With a finish time of 31:25. Almost a 4 hour PR.

So many people to be thankful to…..

First and for most my family for putting up with me and allowing me to chase my crazy dreams.. Then to the race directors extraordinaire John & Cheri Storkamp and all the 285 amazing volunteers. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s like everyone wants you to succeed more than anything else and they will stop at nothing to make it happen. It is truly the people “trail people” that make this event so special. Finally to my selfless crew that made my race what it was. Thank you guys! You knocked it out of the park…..

#DreamBig my friends. There are #NoLimits…..


2017 Superior 100

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This may be lengthy as I try to paint a picture of the course section by section.

You’ve got to love it when a plan comes together.

My heart is filled with gratitude. Three guys rallied to my side and selflessly gave of themselves all without ever even being asked. Their generosity is still a little overwhelming to me as I sit here and think about what transpired this past weekend.

Don, Travis, and I headed up to Gooseberry Falls to set up Travis’s camper at the campground where the race would start the following morning. I had the whole week off, but these guys took half the day off Thursday and a whole day off Friday. Stu would join us after school on Friday. (He’s a teacher) After unhooking the camper we headed to the fairgrounds to the mandatory prerace meeting. We all ate spaghetti that was served up by the local 4H kids. This is my 4th year doing this race and the atmosphere is more like a summer picnic with extended family. It’s a blast getting together with these amazing people that know no limits. We sat with a group of Hrimthurs and a couple friends(Bob and Lindsey) from Cloquet. Scott Kummer, also a Hrimthur, and host of the podcast Ten Junk Miles got there a little late and was scrambling to find a place to stay for the night. I told him where we were staying and he said he might come visit after the meeting. As soon as we got back to the camper Scottie was messaging me that he was coming over. When he arrived we cracked some beers, sat around, and shot the shit for a few hours. Scottie is one hell of a story teller. If you ever get a chance have him tell you the one about the Italian girl. One beer turned into 4 or 5 and soon it was midnight. That was my cue to turn in. After all, I had a race to run in the morning.

Race morning the alarm went off at 6am. Bob and Lindsey had a dead car battery so I headed over to there campsite to give them a jump. When I got there they had already got it going again. Letting it sit overnight seemed to have recharged it enough to start. I head back to the camper to make some java on the camp stove. After coffee and a quick shower I take extra care to lube up real good knowing it was going to be a wet race with all the rain we’ve had. I pay special attention to my feet and make sure they are coated with lube. The race starts at the visitors center at Gooseberry falls State Park. It’s one of the most beautiful places on the north shore with its gorgeous waterfalls plummeting into Lake Superior.

As usual John Storkamp(The Race Director) gets up on his ladder and gives us some last minute instructions. Mainly covering the two early water crossings. This year Split Rock Bridge is out and the beavers (a little further up trail) had a pond over flowing it’s banks. He warns us the river isn’t bad if you rock hop, but the beaver dam will be mid thigh deep. This doesn’t bother me one bit. I knew we would be wet anyway. There would be no avoiding having wet feet for most of the 103 miles. Then he starts the count down at 99, 98, 97…. He was only kidding and got a good laugh out of all of us. With a quick 5,4,3,2,1 we were off.


The first 4 miles is a gorgeous paved bike trail overlooking Lake Superior on our right side. Everyone uses this time to visit and find their place in line before we turn left and head under HWY61 through a tunnel and onto the single track of the Superior Hiking Trail. I run with Lindsey, Mary, and Aaron. Aaron and I met thru Facebook, but this was the first time we got to meet in person. Mary and I ran this section together last year too.

As soon as I get on the single track I find myself next Lourdes who was also at Arrowhead with us winter Warriors this past winter. She had come all the way from Calgary, Canada. Kummer was going to crew and pace for her later in the race. It don’t take long and we were to the Split Rock River crossing. There are 3 or 4 volunteers there for safety. I know 3 of the 4 and say hi to them as we make our way across. It’s pretty easy to stay on the rocks in the shallow water. The water is just over ankle deep if you rock hop and the crossing is about 40 feet across.


The trail basically follows both sides of the river before and after the river crossing. Then after the water crossing the trail steadily rises to the cliffs high above Lake Superior. It’s a blue bird day and the views are absolutely spectacular overlooking the lake.


Soon we are turning onto the spur trail down a long stairway that leads to the aid station. With it being an out and back down the spur trail you get to see where a lot of other runners are at this point. I top off my water, grab some endurelytes, and head back out. I thank Angela whom I met last year and go to give her a fist bump. With a big smile she smashes the hell out of my fist.


Leaving the aid station it’s a long climb back up the stairs to the top of the cliffs. This section always gives me trouble. These early sections there is a lot of ledger rock and it is very unforgiving. The trail is also very exposed as it overlooks the lake as the day starts to heat up. Not too long and the trail heads inland away from the lake. The trail goes through a couple real good ups and downs in this section. On one of the downs we skirt a beaver pond. I figured this would be our other water crossing but soon we are climbing high up on the cliffs again in among the giant majestic pines. Once again the views are amazing from the cliff tops.

Now the views are of an inland marsh land instead of the the lake. When we descend again we skirt yet another pond and come to the flooded section of trail that the beavers have wreaked havoc on. We slowly make our way across the mid thigh deep water. The guy in front of me trips on something and almost goes down. At the same time I trip on a submerged log and I almost go down as well. This has us all laughing because we notice Cary off to one side taking photos of our misery.


Shorty after the beaver pond crossing I run out of water. I still have a couple miles into the aid station. Being  without water will come back to haunt me. Up to this point I was still running up some of the smaller climbs. I chose not to use my poles from the start and I could tell I was starting to over exhaust my quads. My quads started to cramp. My feet are also beginning to have some trouble spots. They needed to be addressed quickly or I would be in major trouble later in the race. As we arrived at Beaver Bay it is bustling with activity. I get in and out quick leaving with Lindsey.

Beaver Bay to Silver Bay 4.9 miles

Knowing my quads were being over taxed I start using my poles on this section. We leave Beaver Bay on a 1/4 mile of dirt road. As we veer off onto the single track Lindsey stops for a bathroom break. I go ahead as the trail goes along the river. I stop at the river to address my feet. I find a rock to perch on and remove both my socks and shoes. I rinse them thoroughly to get all the built up mud out. As I go to put them back on my legs start to seize up. As I sit in the icy water my leg muscles are in full out revolt. Fortunately I stocked up on endurolytes at the first 2 aid stations. After getting back on trail I take 4 endurolytes to help with the cramping. I even break the last one open and put it on my tongue. This helps but this entire section I’m right on the edge of completely seizing up. I go into catch up mode with my hydration after running out in the previous section. With this being a short section I attempt to drink the entire 2 liters in my hydration pack. This section only has a couple big climbs. In past years I’d have to stop to allow my heart rate to get under control. This year I am able to just power right up them. This section used to play mind games on me as well because the trail brings you close to the aid station then circles back away around the back side of two big hills. This year I am ready for it. I catch up to April Anselmo(The 2013 Superior 100 winner) It is so cool to get to share the trail and get to know her a little. She is planning to pull out at the next aid station due to knee trouble. As I make the descent into Silver Bay I have a plan to Hydrate as much as I can and fill my bladder plus an extra soft flask for the next long section. I hope to get the cramping back under control.

Silver Bay to Tettegouche 9.9 miles

I leave Silver Bay I am with a guy from the state of Virginia. Him and I will pass one another about a million times over the course of the next couple sections. It’s almost comical. Starting out on this section I keep telling myself to do no harm. Take what the course will give me. I must have listened to Kevin Langton and Jason Husveth say that on the Rub Some Dirt On It Podcast about a dozen times in the 4 times I listened to the Superior 100 preview show. I also kept telling myself that Jason says it’s very runnable in the second part of this section. That is exactly what I do. I embrace it and just keep plugging away enjoying the views as we climb high above Bear and Bean Lakes. I even take a detour to take pictures and video from one of the overlooks.


I know the race doesn’t even start for me until sundown so I am just out there enjoying every single minute. After coming off the overlook I start looking for the 1st creek crossing. From a training run I did 3 years ago I know It’s about the half way point for this section. It’s also when I’m guessing it gets a lot more runnable like Jason says. We are now over 50k into the race and I hadn’t gone to the bathroom yet. This worries me a bit so I continue to work on my hydration. I also start working on keeping my energy up by eating a trail size Baby Ruth every time my energy wanes a bit. Who would have thought a candy company would make a bar specifically for trail running! 😉 I had gels with me too in case the candy bars didn’t work, but they end up being the only on trail calorie source I used for the entire race. Gels have become increasingly difficult for me to stomach as of late. It didn’t take long and we were to the drain pipe. The drain pipe is a super steep technical descent that goes straight down. It has some gnarly rock and roots, but this lets you know this section is nearing the end. Tettegouche is teaming with activity. I’m very pleased at how early I make it there. I even start to think I may make it to the next aid station in the daylight. Something I haven’t done in the 3 years previous. Stu has now joined the crew and this makes me happy! He was with me for my 1st two Superiors 100s.

Tettegouche to Co. Rd. 6 8.6 miles

Leaving Tettegouche aid station the trails are well worn and built up with it being a State Park. There is a lot of stairs leading down to a magnificent bridge that crosses the river. Climbing out the other side I am passed by Susan Donnelly. She is going for her 100th 100 mile finish. Usually she passes me in the second section around Mile 15. This and the fact that there is still a lot of daylight left let’s me know I’m doing well compared to previous years. I’m still using Jason’s and Kevin’s do no harm method and I couldn’t care less about the people that are still passing me in this section. This section really is gorgeous to go through in the daylight. After the river crossing we travel through the Wolf Ridge learning center vicinity. It’s got one of the most beautiful overlooks of either Raven or Wolf lake.

This is one of my favorite spots. We never get close to the actual learning center but their campus contains 2000 acres. The Superior Hiking trail cuts right through their property. There is a big set of stairs in this section too that seems to be in the middle of nowhere. Some how toward the end of this section I get in with a train of other runners. They start wondering when we will get to the aid station. Having done this race 3 times before I explained to them that once the trail turns back to the left we will be high above the aid station. From there you are able to see the it from the cliffs high above Co. Rd. 6. From that point it’s a good mile or so of descent down to the road crossing where we will have a 1/4 mile to go in the ditch along side the road leading into the aid station.

^^Photo credits: Mike Wheeler^^

Over the day I had slid from 98th to 121st. Soon darkness would fall and it was going to be time to hunt headlamps.

Co. Road 6 to Finland 7.7 miles

I got to Co. Road 6 and I had done no harm. I felt good. I had worked my way through my cramping issues and managed to get my hydration back under control. I even finally went to the bathroom at the end of the last section. I picked up my 1st pacer here and we were on a mission. The sun was about to set and the goal was to not be passed the rest of the night and gain as many spots as possible by morning.

Part 2 coming soon…….

Actif Epica and The Order Of The Hrimthurs 

DISCLAIMER: Long and drawn out. These races are very personal. For some reason I have an insatiable desire to find out what I am truly capable of. I find it fascinating that things I once thought of as impossible are actually possible with enough hard work, stubbornness, and intestinal fortitude. Sharing these endeavors is very difficult for me for fear of being judged. I realize that I am not the best at putting pen to paper, but that fear is out weighed by my gratitude of those that have come before me. Not only have their reports played a huge role in my development, but they have also motivated me to dream big and go after those dreams. If I can play even just a small part in motivating just one person to go outside their comfort zone then it is worth it. My words cannot begin to explain how difficult this race was. Hard to believe warm conditions can make the shortest flattest race the most difficult of the 3, but it absolutely did.

It’s 3a.m. as the alarm sounds. I awake in not only a strange house, but a unfamiliar country. I’m in Canada for the first time, and it is very foreign to me. While some things are similar many are unfamiliar. My normal morning routine is off because we are house guests of a family we really don’t want to bother. Amazingly these folks so graciously opened their home to three of us on our quest to join the Order of the Hrimthurs. Mark Smith is also with us and this is going to be his first winter ultra. His in laws are from Winnipeg and are our hosts for the weekend.

By 4a.m. We make our way to the center of the city where the race will finish. There we stuff ourselves like sardines along with our gear on an old school bus. It’s a 2 hour ride to where we get dropped off to start the final leg of our journey. We arrived at starting point just before 6:30. I have yet to have my morning coffee. This makes me extremely nervous. When you start every day with coffee your body expects its morning dose of caffeine. Not to mention the other things morning coffee helps, but let’s just say that it can really throw a loop in the plan when you are about to venture out on a 100 mile journey by foot where the facilities are few and far between.

This is the first time the Actif Epica is offering a 162km or 100 mile option to their race. 16 of us brave souls gather outside a tiny community center in a town that can’t be any larger than a dot on a map. As the clock strikes 6:30 we are told we can go. We are already a half hour behind when we were supposed to start according to the race website, but as Ultrarunners most of us take great pride in being able to go with the flow and adapt to whatever difficulties come our way. This is a very minor one at best. The only worry would be that this could bring us dangerously close to the early cutoffs because as in most races the early ones can be tight.

This race is unlike most races as the course is not marked. This is new to most of us and it really throws a wrench into my plans. I had a GPS unit but I had absolutely no idea how to use it. The other option for navigating the course is to use cue cards and some sort of distance tracker. This is how I planned to go but this too seems to be troublesome because many of the turns are onto unmarked trails or roads. This wouldn’t be to bad if you only had a few turns, but our cues sheets contained 5 pages of turns.

I quickly changed my plans and hope to find someone going my pace with a GPS and team up with them. I had originally hoped I could team up with Paul since we had spent many miles together already at Arrowhead. The only problem was that I didn’t want to hold him back if he decided to go out fast. He’s a much faster runner than me. Mark is as well and from the get go I can see those two decided to work together and go out fast. Them and one other guy take off and open up a gap right away. Not thinking I could keep up I hang back near the front of the main pack still trying to come up with a good navigation partner.

I find myself with Chuck Fritz whom I’ve known for over a year. He’s also a former Marine and he actually did this race last year. I spent the weekend last year tracking his spot device during that race. So I knew he had what it takes to finish this. It was fun getting to hang out with him for a while as we have a lot in common. Soon we find ourselves heading off road onto the first of many untraveled trails. It’s already warming up nicely but this proves to be a huge problem as it makes the deep snow very slow going and arduous.

This is us the day before the race checking out the conditions of the first section of trail. I had heard people describe portions of this race with the term post holing, but it didn’t take long before I got to experience it first hand. Post holing is when the snow is deep and you basically sink up to your knees or even mid thigh with any given step. What makes matters worse is that with a crust on top of the snow you just never know when you would be able to stay on top or when you would break through and sink. I found myself doing two things, wishing I had brought my snowshoes, and trying to step lightly. Stepping lightly was only wishful thinking for a guy that normally tips the scales at over 200 lbs. Not to mention the fact I was carrying another 20 lbs of mandatory gear, food, and water on my back.

It wasn’t long before I was asking myself what the hell had I gotten myself into. Usually that takes 25 miles or so, but here it happened only after a few miles of post holing. Take a look at my face in one of the early sections of post holing. This was a look of concern to say the least.

At this point I was in 4th place with Chuck right behind me. After a couple more miles the pack closed what little gap Chuck and I had opened. This was a beautiful section of trail that followed a river bank. After an extremely difficult and long section of post holing we came back onto a dirt road. The road was a nice reprieve, but it only lastest a few minutes before we were back on a trail leading down to a swinging bridge that crossed the river. Before heading down the river bank a group of 8 or 9 of us gathered at the top where water and snacks had been left under a small canopy with a bench. Those that had snowshoes sat down to put them back on. The swinging bridge was very unique. Apparently it was made mostly from old tractor parts.

After climbing out from the river bottom we encountered more open fields and what seemed like miles more post holing. I was breaking trail, but soon a Stampede of snowshoe wearing runners in a conga line make their way around me. This makes it much easier for me as they laid down a decent track to follow. Finally we make it out to another section of road. Everyone wearing snowshoes had to stop to take them off.

Me, Erik, and Kari start to make our way onwards as the others securely stow their snowshoes. Hoping the worst sections are now behind us we spend a couple hours opening a gap as we make our way toward the first check point at mile 26.45. Upon arriving Kari is already getting word that we need to be in and out as we will be close to the cutoffs at the next aid station. At the first aid station I finally get to do my business after holding it all morning. Thus far my feet are wet but I didn’t have any hot spots so I decided to not change socks. I drank a can of Pepsi, had a couple snacks, and changed my headlamp batteries. I quickly filled my hydro blatter to just over 1 liter and I was ready to head out. So were Kari, Erik, Randy, and Danial. We all left together.

This next section is 17 miles so we won’t get to the next aid station until after dark. Kari, Erik, and myself are moving a little faster than Randy and Danial, but we all stay within sight of each other most of the afternoon. Eventually we start to real in Mark. As we pass him you could tell his feet were bothering him. He already had quite the hobble going on. After a couple hours we started to close the gap on Paul as well. Once I could see Paul up ahead I started to push pretty hard in an attempt to catch him. I couldn’t believe we were able to catch either one of them because I figured we wouldn’t see them again until the finish. As Paul made a turn into an open field I made one last really hard push to catch him. Somewhere near the middle of the field I finally caught him. Once we were together at about mile 35 we would stay together right up to the finish. We made a great team. It was getting late in the day and as a road section came to a (T) we could see the trail went straight ahead but unfortunately the trail also went straight through an enormous puddle with virtually no way to go around it. Paul lead the way sinking up to nearly his knee in the icy water. Seeing that he broke through in a really deep spot I took a slightly different line through and only got a little bit wet. After that I knew my feet were going to be in trouble. 60 more miles to go and with wet shoes. I was going to definitely need to change my socks at the next aid station.

Just after dark Paul and I made it into the Sugar Shack aid station. We hear Kari’s Mom ringing her cow bell before we see the aid station. The sound of that bell will bring us overwhelming joy more than once during our travels. The aid station had some phenomenal volunteers. They were all over us trying to help in any way possible. They even offered to dry my shoes and socks with a hair dryer. I laughed and said,”thank you, but I would never put someone through something like that.” However they did get to watch as I operated on my feet before I changed into dry socks. My right foot was in rough shape already from being wet. It had developed a huge blister on the ball on my foot. It took a while but I did get it to drain before lubing my feet up and putting on my only extra pair of socks. The kids working here were some sort of Cadets, probably in their late teens. They seem pretty fascinated by my rough looking feet. Paul and I had some split pea soup and a couple cups of coffee and soon Erik and Kari showed up.

As Paul and I took off Randy and Danial made their way to the Sugar Shack. The next section was about 10 miles. This section we were alone on the trail. Toward the end of this ten mile section was the only section of trail that was marked. I think it may have been a detour, but anyways it was really nice to have a marked trail. The trail was good too and it weaved its way through one of the few wooded areas up to what I believe was a hog farm. At the hog farm they had an amazing aid station set up. They welcomed us in and had quite the spread for us. It was almost midnight so the sleep monsters were upon us. I had 2 more cups of coffee, a bowl of soup, some BBQ spare ribs, and some cookies.

Again Erik and Kari were right behind us and came in as we were finishing up our coffee.

As we were about to leave we made the mistake of asking about cutoff times. This got us all in a panic as we were going to be cutting them awfully close. We weren’t even sure Randy and Danial would make it here in time as we were being told 12:30 was the cut off. With 10 minutes to spare the four of us were out the door together. Randy and Danial were coming in as we were leaving and virtually had to check in and check out. All six of us were now together as we had 12 miles to go to the next aid station in which we had to be there by 4:30. Working together we gained some ground. We spread out but stayed mostly within eyesight. At one point we all missed a turn into a park and had to back track a bit. We arrived at the Nivervill Arena well ahead of cut off. Here volunteers had Pierogies for us. I had never had a pierogie, but I was willing to try anything that was warm and contained the calories that I was desperately seeking. They were absolutely scrumptious. Apparently pierogies are a potato dumpling filled with cheese of some sort, but damn were they good. As we were about to head out a group of runners were brought in and we’re dropping or had been pulled from the race. Mile 65 and we were the only six left on the course other than the leader. All of us other than Erik were still on our quest to join the Order or the Hrimthurs. Now more than ever we were in this together. Each of us wanting this for the other almost more than we wanted it for ourselves.

We all left together just after 4 a.m. Now the cutoffs would no longer be hard cutoffs so we were able to put that stress behind us. As we spread out again Paul and I ran into a couple navigational problems. We made a right turn using my cue cards onto a dirt road that was clearly the right road according to the cue sheet. After a half mile or so Paul says,”we were supposed to go the other way.” We stop and I double check my cards. I assure him it’s right. However Paul’s GPS clearly says it’s the opposite direction as my cue sheet. Now this could have been bad and we could have just as easily parted ways because we both felt strongly about which way we needed to go. However we were in this together and if one of us was going to get lost we were both going to get lost. We went with Paul’s GPS, but that made us back track the 1/2 mile back to the intersection. After a few more turns we realize both ways would have got us to were we needed to go, but never the less we lost about 15 minutes and added a mile to the course. No big deal. Just a better value for our money. It didn’t take long and it happened again. This time the cue sheets brought us down a hwy heading into town. Paul realized his GPS was telling us we should have gone straight to what looked to be a paralleling frontage road. This time we chance it a stay the course instead of back tracking. Erik, Kari, and the others go the other way and follow their GPS. It wasn’t long and we were turning off the Hwy and climbing up onto a dike and back on GPS course. On top of the dike there wasn’t much snow but all the bikes and runners ahead of us had left tracks in what must have been slush. Now it was frozen, uneven, and very unforgiving. It felt as if we were running barefoot on a gigantic cheese grater. All of our feet were taking a beating from being wet so long. For me each step was excruciating. After a mile or so we made it to the Pharmacy aid station at mile 73.

It was nice to be in the company of these winter warriors. As we sat there we all knew we only had about a marathon left to go. The volunteers again took good care of us. I had a couple hash browns and some coffee.

One of the volunteers tried to explain that he would be sitting at the end of the spill way waiting for us. I had know idea what a spill way was but we were about to find out. We all left together again and it was a couple more miles on top of the gigantic cheese grater before we had a couple miles of roads. Finally the roads gave way to the vastness of the spill way. As far as the eye could see was open fields with a tractor path zigzagging its way across and towards the dike off in the horizon. As the sun came up the frozen ground gave way to what is known as Manitoba gumbo. A slippery almost impenetrable black mud that collect on your shoes as if being weighted down by cement. Every few steps you would have to try to knock it off he soles of your shoes.

Once again our groups had spread out just a bit. Finally after a few hours of this torture we were at the dike. This meant back into the deep snow, but the surface was still hard enough to mostly prevent post holing. We had about a mile of following tracks laid by the shorter race runners and bikers as we made our way along the dike. Near the end we heard that glorious cow bell. We high five them as we pass by. We aren’t allowed to use the bridge to cross the spill way but they do have a path marked to go under the bridge. Once we climb out of the spillway on the other side it seems as though we are on the outskirts of the city. We will only have road ways and sidewalks for most of the way to the finish. After the crap we had been through that was a welcome relief. Paul and I were making pretty good time. We could no longer see the other four behind us, but we knew they were still close. Some of the neighborhoods we go through along the river are really nice. It’s a nice change of scenery from the vast nothingness of the country side. As we make our way onto the U of M campus we can’t for the life of us remember what the building was called that we were looking for as the last aid station. My cue sheets had the wrong final aid station so we were at the mercy of the GPS. Before long we heard more cow bell which brought a smile to my face. Kari’s Mom told us we had a surprise waiting in the final aid station. As we walk in Mark is there waiting for us. Even though his race didn’t go as planned there he was to support us in our final push to the finish. Such an amazingly selfless act of Brotherhood.

We didn’t stay long as we were beginning to smell the hay in the barn. As we were heading out Kari and Erik were just arriving. As we get outside Randy and Danial are also arriving. All that is left is a 6 mile section of mostly sidewalk and then 3 miles of riverside trails. As we cross a bridge Mark is there to direct us through a park. Paul and I start to pick up the pace. We are ready to be done. Normally we would finish the last section on the river, but because of the warm weather the city closed the river ice trails for safety. A race official was at the other end of the park to guide us to the final trail since it was a last minute change.  As we got close I texted Scott (who ran the shorter race) so he would know we were getting close. As Paul and I climbed up from the river trail into the Forks court yard it was almost fitting that a band was playing. With a huge smile we see Scottie waiting for us. Finally with much relief we cross the finish line side by side. We made it. We were about to enter the realm of legends and the Order of the Hrimthurs.

The rest of the crew was not far behind.

Every one of us that went to Actif Epica in search of the Order made it. I find that remarkable and a testament to the toughness of the people that make it this far on this quest. This is a bond we will share forever. I am honored to call these folks my friends.


2017 Arrowhead 135 – A Journey to remember

“From struggle comes strength.” 

I’ve been blessed with parents who brought me up to believe that through hard work and determination that anything is possible. There is nothing special about my abilities as a runner, but nobody is going to set limits on what I can accomplish. All my life I’ve tried to learn from everyone I’ve come into contact with. In recent years some of those people are very, very, special. By surrounding myself with positive like minded people and distancing myself from negativity my life has improved exponentially.

2016 taught me many lessons in struggle. I failed at Arrowhead 105 miles in. I had three experimental procedures on my knee one month later which had me on crutches, struggling to even walk, and questioning whether or not I would ever be able to even run again. I was pulled from the Superior 100 for missing the final cut off by 6 minutes, but that is when the magic started to happen. You see I thought I was done at Temperance (mile 75), but this amazing group of people,(trail people) whom I had never met, gathered around me and got me moving again after I thought I had nothing left. I spent the next few hours on the trail with certain young lady that was able to get an effort out of me that I didn’t even know existed. Though I failed it set me on a path to what is quickly becoming an almost unbelievable 2017.

On January 6th I completed the longest race of my life and somehow ended up in 2nd place at the finish. See Tuscobia report here: The 2017 Tuscobia 160 Mile Winter Ultra   Now this past week I completed the Arrowhead135. This is all in hopes of completing The Order Of The Hrimthurs. The Order is a Grand Slam of sorts that includes 3 Winter Ultras within 6 weeks. Something only 3 people have ever completed on foot. This year in fact will be the first year that the final race of the 3 has offered a 162k option. So actually nobody as ever completed that as of yet. There will be 4 to possibly 7 of us going up next week to give it a go. Find more details here:

The Arrowhead 135 has a special place in my heart. I love everything about this race. This would be my 4th attempt. The 1st year brought failure at -50 degrees as I had no idea what I was doing and my gear was grossly inadequate for those temps. Wisely I called it quits at mile 36 as I was severely dehydrated and hypothermic. Year 2, having learned many lessons from my DNF, I was able to get my first finish. The 3rd year I made it 105 miles but made a crucial fueling mistake that left me again severely dehydrated and throwing up for almost 12 hours before finally throwing in the towel. Which brings me to this year, my 4th attempt.

Having just completed the Tuscobia 160 3 weeks earlier I had no idea how my body was going to respond. I had every intention of taking it easy and just hoped to get a finish. If all went really well I dreamed of going sub 50 hrs, but I was trying to be realistic. I had signed up to go unsupported so I had no drop bag and didn’t plan on getting any aid at the 3 aid stations. This meant my sled would be even heavier than normal as I would need to carry extra fuel, food, and water because again I would not be able to restock at the aid stations.

7:04am Ken(the race Director) said release the hounds!! We were off and running. As usual I quickly found myself up near the front of the pack because I have very little self control and always start too fast. This meant runners would continue to pass me as I slowed down and settled in to a comfortable pace. Like past years some of the faster guys like Rob Henderson and John Storkamp would come by and we would visit for a bit before either they would take off or I would let them go. It didn’t take long before I realized that there was some major residual muscle fatigue still going on from the 160. My legs felt like stone. Like in almost every Ultra I was hitting the wall by mile 25.



By mile 35 I was questioning my sanity and was already considering dropping from the unsupported category.

Only one mile later I find myself on the spur trail into the first check point. On my way in I see Jared coming out. I tell him how awesome he is doing and remind him to save some energy for the 2nd half of  the race. Cheering him on somehow gets me out of my funk. As I pull into Gateway Store a Volunteer is standing outside with a clipboard to check us in. I see about 10 sleds sitting there so I give him my number, thank him for volunteering, and head right back out.


Upon leaving check point 1 I was chuckling that I gained so much ground while everyone else was enjoying hot food and a warm place to relax. I knew this could come back to haunt me, but I was happy to be ahead of previous years having never left there during daylight. As darkness approached the legs finally started to feel good. Night time is my favorite and things begin to click. Throughout the night I meet and leap frog a few different runners. Parker Rios, Tosh, and Paul Schlagel. I did know Paul having met him at Tuscobia and we rode up to the race together. About 1/2 way between check points my stomach began to go south on me. I could no longer eat. I knew that this was bad, but thankfully I had jolly ranchers to suck on. Somehow this was enough to keep me moving. Tosh, Paul and I started to work together taking turns breaking trail. Early in the day when Tosh had passed me I guessed he was a former Marine just by the way he carried himself. As we talked he confirmed my suspicion. Come to find out not only were we both Marines, but we were both infantry, and  we both went to the same Security Force School. I was hoping to reach Check point 2 by morning, but as we got closer I figured It would be more like 4am. As Tosh and I reached Elephant Lake Paul had gapped us a bit. Tosh stopped to pee and add a layer.  I went ahead and also stopped to put on my puffy jacket. I was now chasing the red blinking light that was already crossing the wind swept lake. I gained on him, but never  was able to real him in before we got to the resort. As I rolled back onto shore I knew I was in trouble having not eaten for the last few hours.

My best option at that point was to change to the supported category and utilize the final 2 aid stations. I entered the aid station and began changing into dry clothes immediately. Then I attempted to replenish the calories I so desperately needed. I had a couple cokes, a couple chocolate milks, and a grilled cheese sandwich. Unfortunately the sandwich was not going down well. I ended up only eating half. A volunteer gave me 3 Alieve. It took a few tries to even get them down. I was having a difficult time swallowing without throwing them back up. Finally I was able to choke them down. I put my shoes on the heater and headed up stairs to lay down for a quick nap. As did Paul and Tosh. I set my alarm for 2 hours. I slept, but did a lot of tossing and turning. While we slept Parker was outside melting snow to replenish his drinking water. The alarm went off way too early, but I knew it was time to get moving. I head down stairs and grab a cup of coffee. I quickly gather all my belongings and fill my water containers. With one last thank you to the volunteers Paul and I head back out at 7am. Tosh was still asleep, but we were in hot pursuit of Parker.

Day two brought more snow and the unrelenting hill section of the Arrowhead trail. It was fun having company for this section. Paul and I were working well together. Eventually we caught up to Parker as he had stopped to make a fire at a trailside shelter and dry out his shoes. We stopped to join him for a few minutes as I knew I was way behind on my fueling again. I hadn’t eaten anything but Jolley Ranchers the last few hours on the trail. After grabbing a couple different types of food that I hadn’t tried yet I climbed into the shelter and took a seat along the wall in the dirt. This shelter was just three walls and a roof but it didn’t have a bench around the inner wall like some of them. I ate a big stack of Pringles and a few chunks of beef jerky. After quickly eating I hopped back up and readied my sled to depart. Paul was doing the same as I began to violently throw up everything I had just eaten. After about 5 hurls I apologized to them for having to witness that. As we leave I think to myself I guess it’s back to Jolly Ranchers.

As daylight on the second day starts to come to a close Paul tells me we just passed the 100 mile mark. We celebrate by sliding down yet another of the endless hills.



Soon it was dark again and going off the mileage card all day I was estimating that we would be at the final check point by 7pm. Then Tosh caught us and straightened me out. He said it would be more like 8 or 8:30 before we made it there. That caused me to unleash a whole slew of cuss words because it had already seemed to take forever. I didn’t dwell too long however knowing that that kind of negativity can absolutely kill your race. I just adjusted my target to 8:30 and hoped we would get there before that. You would not believe just how much your attitude can affect your race. It can be the difference between a DNF and a finish. That was my last negative thought of the race. We arrived at the Surly check point at 8:15pm. Paul and I were both having stomach issues most of the day. We needed desperately to get a little break and rally.

I grabbed my clothes bag from my pulk and headed into the teepee to change into dry stuff. My feet were pretty thrashed. Coming into Surly I had concerns that my toes were frostbitten. Thankfully the pain I was feeling was not frost bite. It was just a nice collection of blisters. I sat down in front of the wood stove and began to operate on my toes using one of my bib pins. It felt so good to release that pressure. After that I decided to try to dry out my feet and shoes at the edge of the stove before putting socks back on. The next hour or so I just sat there and shot the shit with other runners, volunteers, and supporters. These are some of my favorite times in these races. The camaraderie of this fraternity is unmatched anywhere.

Photo Credit Robbie Skantz (man is it hard to keep your eyes open when someone’s using a flashing the dark)

As I sit there I can’t help myself from doing the math as I begin to smell the hay in the barn with only one more climb and about 25 miles to go. I try to get Paul going as I think just how cool it would be for us to finish this thing together. We both agree, a couple of times, just a little bit longer. Finally the pull of the finish line has us both up on our feet and gathering our things. We spent way too much time there. The warm teepee had left us both battling the sleep monsters.

As we hooked up our sleds we begin our 3 mile climb up the final hill. Paul is still throwing up and he began to worry that the black color of the vomit was serious. Maybe even blood. I give him a couple tums hoping it will settle his stomach. I’m also still having issues as all I can keep down is Jolly Ranchers. Paul asks if I have any left. I dig the rest out and gladly give him half of what I have left. We finally reach the top of  Wakumup hill. I give Paul a heads up about the big turn at the bottom and we ready ourselves for one final slide. After Wakumup we click off a few final miles. Everytime we stop he throws up. Now we are both worried. Paul starts talking about bivvying for a couple hours. I’m not ready to bivvy, but I stay to help him figure out where to set his up. As we part ways I get an overwhelming feeling of guilt for leaving him. I start to pick up the pace now that I’m alone. However, after a couple hours I find myself standing in the middle of the trail asleep on my feet. From past experiences I know it’s now time to bivvy. Instead of trying to push through and continuously finding myself standing there making no headway I promptly pull over and set up my sled to bivvy. The first time I just put on my puffy jacket, cold weather mitts, and pull my neck gaiter up over my face.  Instead of taking out the bivvy I sleep right on top of the sled. I hope all I need is a quick 15 min nap to get me to the finish. It don’t take long and I wake up chilled. I pack up and get moving again. After only a couple hours it’s happening again. I can’t keep my eyes open. I know I’m close to the final trailside shelter so I push on to the trailside oasis.

This time I do it right. This will be my last bivvy. I pull out my whole kit and crawl into my sleeping bag. After about a half hour the cold wakes me once again. I hastily pack my stuff and quickly reference my mileage card to see how many miles are left. Knowing I’m going to be slow I figure the final 10.5 miles could take me as long as 3 hours. I put my head down and embark on the final leg of my two year odyssey to get back to the finish line. Minutes later my biggest savior Robbie rolls up on his snow machine. Robbie, with his always smiling face, came to a complete stop to reveal some desperately needed encouragement. That is when the supernatural happened. Robbie told me I had only 6.4 miles to go. When he said that I was in utter disbelief. I must have looked at him like he was crazy! Could my card possibly be 4 miles off?! With his big old grin Robbie pointed to his odometer and assured me he was correct. What happened next I’m still trying to thoroughly process. It was as if my body no longer had an internal governor telling me I had just gone 130 miles. It also didn’t hurt that the trail was finally firming up for the first time since the very beginning of the race. I was off and running! Everytime the footing got good I’d pick a tree up ahead and make a surge until I’d reach it. I was making really good time. Soon I realed in another runner. It was a young lady from New Jersey. I’m not sure what I said to her, but I’m sure we exchanged pleasantries as I passed. Now I had one more goal, not to be caught. I continued my surges to try and open the gap between us. I knew I was getting close to the finish. I started to search for any sign of the up coming road crossing or signs that the Casino drawing near. Soon I come to some power lines as I make my way to the final road crossing. After crossing the road I know I’m on Casino property. Two years ago Harvey Lewis came out here and interviewed me about what I thought of the Arrowhead 135. At the time I was in rough shape. This year was a different story. I pulled my phone out to document just what a difference a couple years can make.



Soon the Casino is in sight and I make one final push to the finish line. At 7:49 am my race comes to an end. As I cross the finish line a giant of a man with a monster beard comes out to greet me. With an enormous grin and his arms out wide Steve Cannon welcomes me home with a big old bear hug. Now I’m not normally a hugger, but even I can make an exception when something this special has happened. I have been blessed with many really good friends and Steve has quickly become one of them. My place is of absolutely no consequence. The only person I was racing was myself. I beat my finish time from two years ago by 4hrs and 43mins. If all went well I had a dream of breaking 50 hours. I finished in 48:45. Somehow I still have a lot of room for improvement.

My biggest take away from this race is that we all have an enormous untapped potential. Our biggest limiting factor is our own mind. The only reason I write these reports is to hopefully inspire someone to go outside their comfort zone and dream big. There truly are no limits to what one can accomplish if only they believe.

So many people to thank. Ken, although I don’t know why you allow me to be chosen to run this race I want you to know that I am extremely grateful for the opportunity. Thank you Ken, Jackey, and all the amazing volunteers for all you do.

Last, but certainly not least, thank you to my beautiful wife and kids who pick up my slack when I’m gone and enable me to chase my crazy dreams no matter where they take me.


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