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Badwater Salton Sea 2018 Andrew Glaze Jared Ray Sanchez

Badwater Salton Sea: 81 Miles of Wind and Heat

Badwater Salton Sea 2018 Race Report

I arrived to the start line early on Sunday. The sun was starting to paint a pink line along the eastern hills and reflect on the water. The air was thick with noxious sulfur. The sky was clear with no chill in the air. I had missed the briefing Saturday due to getting mandatoried at work. I hadn’t slept and although exhausted my 2 day taper had me anxious and excited to run.

We used a Lincoln Navigator for our crew vehicle and had 3 crew members, one for each team member. I had Lauren, Ray Sanchez had Sergio Medina and Jared Fetterolf had Candy. We started with 11 gallons of water and 100 pounds of ice. We all brought our own food and nutritional plan.

My team arrived at the start and we started getting the vehicle organized while discussing strategy. Ray convinced us to start slow at a 9:30/mile pace and just maintain it throughout the day. We knew the Anza Borrego trail section and Palomar mountain finish would be difficult and slow us down. Our main goal was to win and get that golden Badwater ticket for 2019. Secondarily, we wanted to beat the course record.

We had to weigh ourselves, get a GPS tracker, take pictures, national anthem, and we were off. Dead fish snapped and cracked under our feet as we ran the first quarter a mile. The first 7 miles were flat and unsupported. I wanted to Run It Fast, but was kept focused and under control by Ray. At mile 7, we saw our crew for the first time and quickly shoved some calories in our mouth and grabbed new water bottles. We sent them 3 more miles down the road and continued on. We followed that routine for 18 miles and were probably in 6th place.

The weather was becoming warmer and drier and so we started using ice bandanas. Around mile 20 the wind started really howling. Suddenly we had 30 mph headwind and were running uphill. The wind zapped my energy and my legs felt heavy and sluggish. I started feeling frustrated and was falling behind Ray and Jared. We attempted to use Ray as a windshield and slowed down but I just felt tired. My mind started turn towards doubt and negativity, “you didn’t taper enough,” “you didn’t sleep enough,” “you’re weak,” etc.

I made the decision to take a minute and eat more calories and drink an entire red bull. I was reborn, my low last 4 miles but never returned.

The heat had us seeing our crew more frequently. Around mile 34 we were getting close to a main checkpoint. Jared was starting to fall back a bit. Something was wrong. Suddenly Jared began projectile vomiting with the ferocity of a head injury. It was a lot of liquid. Clearly heat stress was affecting his ability to absorb the liquid he consumed. We limped him into the aid station and started the process of getting him well again. He was dizzy, pale and thirsty. We cooled him off and started rehydrating him. Fed him mild bland food and ginger. We left walking and spent the next 5 miles at that pace.

At mile 40, we reached the parking lot of the Anza Borrego trail section. The wind was still whipping us in the face. At this point we were passed and went from 1st place to 2nd place. It’s always slightly demoralizing getting passed halfway through the race. Last year the trail section was a shit show. No one brought enough water and multiple teams fell apart. Not wanting to repeat that mistake our crew met us with hydration vests filled with copious amount of water. We were hoping to cover the 9 unsupported miles in 2 hours and instead it took us 3 hours. The course record had slipped away as had our lead.

The wind storm we endured is almost indescribable. The first 3 miles you gain 2300’ of vert on technical sandy single track. I am not a fast hiker and my legs screamed again. We would reach a ridgeline through a saddle and almost get knocked down by the wind. Back down into another valley and back up to another ridge. The wind was around 50 mph sustained at points. Imagine running a single track with 4 foot cactus on both sides while the wind attempted to blow you into the spines. Ray took some damage in one of his knees. For me, the wind made the runnable sections almost unrunnable. I was frustrated. I couldn’t listen to music because my earbuds kept blowing out, not that I could hear the music over the roar of the wind. Inevitably, we survived, came off the trail, and continued on down the road.

We could start to smell the hay in the barn. We were about 8 minutes behind first place with 50k to go. We had a gradual downhill through some picturesque cow filled grassy hills. We were making no progress on catching 1st place and the damn wind was relentless. Pushing downhill and barely hitting 10 minute/miles.

Around mile 60 we put all our night gear on: headlamps, 2x blinking lights and vest. This section of road is my least favorite. The shoulder disappears and the road is busy with speeding cars in both direction. It doesn’t last long but at night you definitely get a couple jerks in cars nearly clipping you.

Finally we started making progress on 1st place. 8 minutes turned into 6 minutes. We started strategizing about the last climb to the top of Palomar mountain. We agreed that we would run the entire 12 miles. And then we saw it. The wonderful red blinking lights in the distance. It reinvigorated us even more and we really started charging. The last turn at mile 69, we were 60 second behind. It got steep quickly, but we could taste the blood in the water and it drove us faster and faster up that mountain. We overtook 1st place with positive encouragement and never looked back.

Relentlessly, we grinded up that mountain without stopping. It hurt so freaking bad. It’s the kind of pain you have to really work for, you can’t buy it or rent it, you have to earn that pain. And earn it we did. Around mile 75 we entered a cloud. Scattered rain with limited headlamp visibility made the climb seem even longer. Mentally I was picturing the nice downhill bomb to the finish. That downhill never really came. It tapered off and flattened a bit, but then we were climbing again. The new finish would be at the top of another climb. Well played Chris Kostman. Nothing easy about this race.

16 hours and 16 minutes after we started we finished. Running to the finish holding an American Flag, just as the 3 of us had done in China two year earlier. We won the 3x team race and each received a 2019 Badwater golden ticket.

We couldn’t have done it without our crew, we had the easy part, all we did was run.

Smile or you’re doing it wrong.

Andrew Glaze (RIF #658)

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Japan’s Yuki Kawauchi won the men’s 2018 Boston Marathon

Japan’s Yuki Kawauchi Wins Boston Marathon in 2:15:58

Japan’s Yuki Kawauchi won the men’s 2018 Boston Marathon on a drearily cold and wet Monday morning in Boston with a time of 2:15:58.

He is the first Japanese to win the race since Toshihiko Seko did it in 1987.

Shamrock Biwott was the highest placing American male with a time of 2:18:35, good enough for 3rd place overall, followed closely by teammates Tyler Pennel in 4th place and Andrew Bumbalough in 5th.

Top 5 Boston Marathon Men for 2018

  1. Yuki Kawauchi – 2:15:58 (JPN)
  2. Geoffrey Kirui – 2:18:23 (KEN)
  3. Shadrack Biwott – 2:18:35 (USA)
  4. Tyler Pennel – 2:18:57 (USA)
  5. Andrew Bumbalough – 2:19:52 (USA)

Congrats to all these men and all the runners who ran today in the Boston Marathon.

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Des Linden Crowned 2018 Boston Marathon Champion

Desiree Linden Wins the 2018 Boston Marathon, First USA Woman Since 1985

Desiree ‘Des’ Linden made history on Monday morning, in cold, windy, very wet conditions winning the 2018 Boston Marathon becoming the first USA woman to do so since 1985 when Lisa Larsen Weidenbach won the race.

From Runner’s World:

Linden, 34, tucked into a slow-moving pack navigating driving rains, a challenging headwind, and temperatures around 37 degrees, for the first half of the race, even aiding fellow American Shalane Flanagan to rejoin the group after Flanagan needed to take a bathroom stop right before the 20K water station.

At that point, Mamitu Daska of Ethiopia made a break for it and gapped the lead pack of women by 25 seconds. Linden and Gladys Chesir of Kenya slowly chased Daska down through the Newton hills, where Linden surged ahead after mile 20.

From there, Linden quickly created a 20-second lead over the final 5K. It was one of the slowest finishes in the last 40 or so years of Boston history, but it was also contested in some of the worst weather conditions.

Linden finished the Boston Marathon with a time of 2:39:54.

Teammate Sarah Sellers (USA) finished less than 5 minutes back in second place. Third place went to Canada’s Krista Duchene.

Top 5 Women Finishers – #BostonMarathon 2018
1. Desiree Linden – 2:39:54 (USA)
2. Sarah Sellers – 2:44:05 (USA)
3. Krista Duchene – 2:44:20 (CAN)
4. Rachel Hyland – 2:44:29 (USA)
5. Nicole Dimercurio – 2:45:52 (USA)
6. Shalane Flanagan – 2:46:31 (USA)
7. Kimi Reed – 2:46:47 (USA)
8. Edna Kiplagat – 2:47:14 (KEN)
9. Hiroko Yoshitomi – 2:48:29 (JAP)
10. Joanna Thompson – 2:48:31 (USA)

USA women dominated the top of the field taking seven of the top ten spots.

USA Women to win the Boston Marathon

  • Bobbi Gibb (1966-1968) *unsanctioned
  • Sara Mae Berman (1969-1971) *unsanctioned
  • Nina Kuscsik (1972)
  • Jacqueline Hansen (1973)
  • Miki Gorman (1974, 1977)
  • Kim Merritt (1976)
  • Gayle Barron (1978)
  • Joan Benoit (1979, 1983)
  • Lisa Larsen Weidenbach (1985)
  • Desiree Linden (2018)

Congrats to these women and all the tough and talented runners braving the conditions in Boston today.

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Andrea Kooiman AC 100 Trail Work

Am I a Real Runner?

Am I a Real Runner?

When did you realize you were a real runner? Such an odd question to ask of someone, but I have been asked it many times. I have actually gone to battle with myself over this question and had difficulty finding the answer when trying to justify it to others.

I guess in order to answer the question; you must first understand what a “real runner” is. defines the words like this:

a person who runs, especially in a specified way.
“Mary was a fast runner”

actually existing as a thing or occurring in fact; not imagined or supposed.
“Julius Caesar was a real person”

So, based on the definitions, I guess the day I became a “real runner” was the day I hit the ground running. Each time I ran, whether for sport, to get to something faster (or maybe get away from something more quickly), I was running in a specified way. Just by the act of doing it, it became real. More importantly though, is the moment when I “owned” the title for myself. The day I decided that I in fact was a runner. That moment did not come until years after taking my first “running” steps. As I write this, I know that deep down I still struggle with the definition and what it means on a much grander scale.

Let’s rewind to my youth. I loved sports, I loved being outside and I loved a good dose of healthy competition. I wanted to win. It didn’t matter what it was, I wanted to give it a shot and I wanted to be the best at it. I had drive (some would say, I still do). I ran a few youth track meets and enjoyed the thrill of the chase and of course the recognition of a podium finish. As I entered high school, I ran with the cross country team, but to be honest, I only joined because the boy I liked was on the team. I was not a fast runner, but held my own for a few years until I lost interest in the sport. I still loved to run. I ran for fitness through early adulthood and would enter the occasional local 10K. It was my sanity at times, my reset button. It was my freedom.

It wasn’t until 2005 when a co-worker, friend and retired ultra-runner challenged me to run my first marathon. I took her up on the challenge and trained with her for 6 months. I ran my first marathon in January 2006 at the Orange County Marathon event. It was amazing. I must have liked it because the year I ran my first marathon, I ended up running three. The year 2006 is when I feel I started my official running journey. Instead of running for fitness only, I was running to complete a series of goals. I began coaching a youth marathon program and found new and interesting ways to insert my life into the running community.

With this new found passion for running and racing, I began to set more and more goals. Places I would like to run, PR’s I would like to set and distances I wanted to conquer. This was a transitional phase for me as I learned how remarkable my body was. I wanted to push harder, I wanted to run faster and eventually I wanted to run farther. A LOT FARTHER!

Here is where my “real runner” phase really begins to kick in. Maybe it was the pressure I placed on myself, or the comparisons I made when meeting other runners, but there was a need for validation in what I was doing. Each and every time I stood at a starting line, I always felt a bit inferior to the others, almost as if I didn’t belong there. This feeling didn’t start to take shape until my goals became more out of the ordinary like when I wanted to stack up back to back races, or run distances of 100 miles. While trying to qualify for Boston, I was reading The Ultra Marathon Man by Dean Karnazes. He speaks about Western States 100 and Badwater 135 in the book. Both of those races seemed far out of reach at that time, but as I progressed in my running and as my hunger for more difficult challenges could not be satisfied, these races became my goals that kept pushing me. They became my desire. I needed to go for it. With that, I started to sign up for races that would help me achieve my goal. Badwater was first on the list. I knew I needed at minimum three 100 mile races completed before I would be considered as an applicant. I also knew that I needed to crew/pace at the event to determine whether or not I should actually go through with this crazy idea that had started to consume my mind. I had already completed two 100 mile races, but they were on loop courses. I wanted to add some trail races to my resume so that it would look better when submitting for Badwater. I registered for the Angeles Crest 100, Leadville 100, Endurance Challenge 100 and Chimera 100. By finishing these, my resume would certainly have the minimum three 100 mile finishes I needed (and then some).

The Angeles Crest 100 Miler was first up and I needed to complete required trail work in order to be allowed to start the race. The day of my trail work, I was partnered up with many highly seasoned ultra runners to do trail maintenance. Many of these runners had run not only the AC100 course a number of times, but had completed dozens of other trail races that I had only heard about. I loved hearing their stories. I wanted to ask them so many questions about trail racing but didn’t want to seem stupid or too eager.

During the course of the trail work I learned so much valuable information from this experienced ultra vets. However, during that time, one of the guys made me feel very bad. While we were discussing upcoming races he mentioned that he would be at Leadville. I was going to be there too! It happened to be just two weeks after AC100. I spoke up, how exciting we would both be racing these two events so close together! He looked me straight in the face and asked how I thought I could pull that off without having any 100 mile trail race finishes under my belt. I felt foolish. The truth is, I really hadn’t thought about it. I just knew I wanted to do it and the only way to reach my goal is to take the start line.

I was too naive to know the difference until he pointed it out. It didn’t matter to me when I signed up for them. My goal was my goal, and I was on my way to achieving it. The only problem with his comment, is that I began to doubt myself. I believe that you should go into every race with a respect for the distance and the course. It is important to go into an event with the ability to SEE the finish line. Picture yourself there. Visualize the medal, buckle or whatever it is that they give to you upon completion. You need to be able to see your completion of the race. Own it. It needs to be YOURS! Until this moment, AC100 was going to be my first trail 100 finish.

Now, well… I wasn’t so sure. Maybe he was right? What made me think I could pull this off?

AC100 came and went. I missed the time cutoff at mile 52 and therefore did not finish AC. My first DNF! I could go into a long story about all that happened, but the truth is, I gave up mentally. I didn’t think so at the time, but after the tears had dried and the dirt was washed away, the harsh reality stared me in the face. I gave up on myself. I doubted myself. I didn’t feel like I belonged there and now in two more weeks I was going to do it again, but this time at 10,000+ feet in Leadville, Colorado.

What made me think I could pull this off?

I decided to pull up my big girl panties and get my head in check. I had trained well, my body was strong, and I had a clean slate with a new starting line. I wanted to finish Leadville really bad. I wanted to have my qualifiers for Badwater and I didn’t care what that guy at the AC trail work said to me anymore. What did he know?

So, two weeks later, I started Leadville and DNF’d at mile 60. This time I missed a cut off, but I gave it all I had. I never quit, I never gave up and I pushed until I was told I was no longer allowed to continue. I felt better about this DNF, but I wasn’t OK with it. Maybe that guy was right. Maybe I had no idea what I was doing, and maybe I had bit off more than I could chew. The cold hard fact is that I had 2 DNF’s 2 weeks apart and it stung.

But I didn’t quit, and I didn’t give up. EC100 and Chimera 100 were coming up and I needed those finishes. I trained hard, I trained smart, and I finished both.

I went on to run Badwater in 2014 and continued running long hard races. Each time I showed up, I never felt like I was a true Ultra Runner. Even after completing Badwater, I still wondered when I would become a “real runner”.

It wasn’t until November 2016 at the Mt. Gaoligong Ultra in China that I finally realized that I belonged on the course. At that time, I already had completed Badwater twice, the Grand Slam of 100 Milers, and many other difficult 100 mile races. I had won some and placed at others. I was close to dead last at a few as well. The difference from my failures at AC100 and Leadville compared to my success at the 100 milers I finished is that I simply believed in myself and my ability.

Starting the MGU 100 Miler race in China was magical. I was one of a few American women who made the trek 1/2 across the world for this inaugural event. It was an incredible honor to wear the US flag on my bib and to represent my country.

I stood there surrounded by some of the most talented athletes with running resumes and accomplishments that would blow your mind. I stood there and looked around and asked myself, “Why am I here? How did I get here?” Then I just started to soak it all in. I took some deep breaths and listened to the sounds of the drums that introduced us to the crowd around us as the heat of the fires burning in cauldrons at the start line warmed me. I began to tell myself in amazement that THIS WAS MY LIFE. I worked hard for this moment and I earned it.

As I ran, I went through many personal and emotional battles. I finally came to the conclusion, over the course of those 104 miles across the rugged hillside of Tengchong, that I belonged there. I finally, after many years, realized I was a “real runner.” I actually had been all along.

I was a real runner the day I laced up my shoes and decided I wanted to start a race. I belonged at every starting line even when others thought I had bit off more than I could chew. It is my journey, and I am proud of it. I am even more proud when I look back on it and how far I have come from those DNF’s at AC100 and Leadville early in my ultra running career. It is my story.

With every misstep, I found my way to greater success. With each mistake, I learned something new about myself. With every tear and outcry of heartache and disappointment, I was awarded with greater victories down the road I could have never imagined at the onset of this journey.

I encourage you to set your goals high and follow your own dreams even when they scare you. Feel the fear, but do it anyway. They aren’t you, and they sure don’t know you like you know yourself.

Do hard things and then find even harder things to do.

And always remember…that you are a “REAL RUNNER!”

Andrea Kooiman
RIF #404

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Ila Brandli 2017 Run It Fast Extreme Racer of the Year

Ila Brandli Wins Run It Fast’s 2017 Extreme Racer (Final Results)

Ila Brandli Wins Run It Fast’s 2017 Extreme Racer (Final Results)

Arizona’s Ila Brandli is the winner of Run It Fast’s Extreme Racer for 2017. Ila (RIF #644) ended the Extreme Racer year with an amazing 2,529.1 points.

She is the second female to win the Extreme Racer, and joins RIF legends Karen Vollan, John Leighton, Ed Ettinghausen, David Wingard, and Steve Hughes as winners of this year-long competition.

Ila completed 111 races in 2017 of half marathon distance (13.1) or longer for a total of 2,529.1 points. Extreme Racer awards 1 point for each race mile. She averaged 22.78 miles per race. Very impressive numbers. Congrats, Ila!

First place male and second place overall is RIF #263 Denis McCarthy with 2,172.39 points and third place Extreme Racer is RIF #638 Ken Fattmann with 2,002.5 points.

Run It Fast Members (who participated in Extreme Racer) ran 27,009.06 total miles for the year! If you are a RIF member and have questions on participating in Extreme Racer then simply message us.

Looking for races to enter? Be sure to check out the Run It Fast – Club Race Discounts in the Facebook group.

Top 3 Women for 2017: 1st Place, RIF #644 Ila Brandli – 2,529.1 points. 2nd Place, RIF #525 Karen Vollan – 1,762.8 points. 3rd Place, RIF #450 Patricia Klein – 1,644 points.

Top 3 Men for 2017: 1st Place, RIF #263 Denis McCarthy – 2,172.39 points. 2nd Place, RIF #638 Ken Fattmann – 2,002.5 points. 3rd Place, RIF #279 George Southgate  – 1,379.3 points.

Extreme Racer Final 2017 Standings

  1. Ila Brandli – 2,529.1 points (RIF #644)

  2. Denis McCarthy – 2,172.39 points (RIF #263)

  3. Ken Fattmann – 2,002.5 points (RIF #638)

  4. Karen Vollan – 1,762.8 points (RIF #525)

  5. Patricia Klein – 1,644 points (RIF #450)

  6. George Southgate – 1,379.3 points (RIF #279)

  7. Joshua Holmes – 1,197.5 points (RIF #1)

  8. Teal Clark – 1,077.4 points (RIF #473)

  9. Marylou Corino – 971.3 points (RIF #410)

  10. Andrea Kooiman – 903.5 points (RIF #404)


Extreme Racer Women’s Leaderboard

  1. Ila Brandli – 2,529.1 points (RIF #644)

  2. Karen Vollan – 1,762.8 points (RIF #525)

  3. Patricia Klein – 1,644 points (RIF #450)

  4. Teal Clark – 1,077.4 points (RIF #473)

  5. Marylou Corino – 971.3 points (RIF #410)

  6. Andrea Kooiman – 903.5 points (RIF #404)

  7. Tiffani Glass – 530.53 points (RIF #328)

  8. Greta Reed – 428.1 points (RIF #643)

  9. Cheryl Bryll – 413.3 points (RIF #432)

  10. Robin Brunet – 403.38 points (RIF #564)

  11. Christy Bowers – 387.8 points (RIF #60)

  12. Kit Brazier – 266.4 points (RIF #548)

  13. Diane Bolton – 259.2 points (RIF #159)

  14. Jill Williams – 202.12 points (RIF #521)

  15. Audrena Liu – 169.1 points (RIF #463)

  16. Marj Mitchell – 135.4 points (RIF #4)

  17. Taleighda Crowe – 120.4 points (RIF #628)

  18. Aimee Shilling – 101 points (RIF #418)

  19. Juleann Roberts – 88.08 points (RIF #623)

  20. Candice Graciano – 59.6 points (RIF #545)

  21. Michelle Talbott – 37.5 points (RIF #527)

  22. Sue Peterson – 37.2 points (RIF #648)

  23. Amber Huddleston – 31 points (RIF #626)

  24. Leslie Harwell – 16.2 points (RIF #417)


Extreme Racer Men’s Leaderboard

  1. Denis McCarthy – 2,172.39 points (RIF #263)

  2. Ken Fattmann – 2,002.5 points (RIF #638)

  3. George Southgate – 1,379.3 points (RIF #279)

  4. Joshua Holmes – 1,197.5 points (RIF #1)

  5. Shane Tucker – 814.8 points (RIF #337)

  6. Jeremy Reed – 731.4 points (RIF #642)

  7. Derek Tinnin – 635.2 points (RIF #637)

  8. Seth Crowe – 626.8 points (RIF #541)

  9. Calix Fattmann – 593.6 points (RIF #653)

  10. John Kent Leighton – 545.9 points (RIF #190)

  11. Eric Hunziker – 458.6 points (RIF #660)

  12. Mike Samuelson – 429 points (RIF #282)

  13. Steve Acciarito – 413.8 points (RIF #607)

  14. Chewey BK Lam – 402.8 points (RIF #679)

  15. Michael SK Mortensen – 305.5 points (RIF #553)

  16. Steven Smith – 250 points (RIF #387)

  17. Jean Aponte – 247.2 points (RIF #659)

  18. Jared Matsunaga – 222 points (RIF #665)

  19. Michael Dasalla – 188.6 points (RIF #411)

  20. Darrell Richardson – 173.1 points (RIF #625)

  21. Aaron Braunstein – 166.8 points (RIF #355)

  22. Aaron Smith – 161.1 points (RIF #640)

  23. Stewart Crouch – 120.3 points (RIF #89)

  24. Shane Beck – 72.4 points (RIF #585)

  25. Charles Roberts – 67.86 points (RIF #622)

  26. Matthew Berube – 50 points (RIF #651)

  27. David Essary – 6.2 points (RIF #475)


Past Extreme Racer Winners

2016 Extreme Racer Winner – Karen Vollan (Results)

2015 Extreme Racer Winner – John Leighton (Results)

2014 Extreme Racer Winner – Ed Ettinghausen (Results)

2013 Extreme Racer Winner – David Wingard (Results)

2012 Extreme Racer Winner – Steve Hughes (Results)

“Believe that you can run farther or faster. Believe that you’re young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do. Don’t let worn-out beliefs stop you from moving beyond yourself.” –John Bingham, running speaker and writer

[Extreme Racer points are awarded per each racing mile completed. Example: marathon = 26.2 points, half marathon 13.1 points, etc.]


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Andrea Kooiman and Marylou Corino HURT 100

7 Miles from Glory: Marylou Corino’s HURT 100 Redemption

Marylou Corino’s HURT 100 Redemption

7 miles- a run I can often do in the morning before work or even squeeze in during my one hour lunch break.  I fell 7 miles short of finishing the HURT 100 back in Jan 2017.  That was my first DNF (did not finish).   I took not finishing it quite personally. I have finished everything I had started up until that point and couldn’t leave this unfinished. I am just not wired that way.

As soon as I returned home, I was determined to go back in 2018 to finish it. Needless to say those 7 miles would fuel what would be my most intense year of training to date. In order to succeed the following year, I had to examine what didn’t work the year before.  I figured out three things:  a) I needed to move faster (especially at night). b) I needed to work on my hiking skills and c) I needed to stay fueled and hydrated properly during the race.

photo: Augusto Castro

I really wanted to find terrain that would mimic the race course as much as possible. Anyone who has done HURT knows that is not an easy task to replicate that twisted and grueling landscape.  The HURT 100 boasts 24,500 feet of climbing. It consists exclusively of technical, single track trail on surfaces that include (HUGE) roots, rocks and soil in a wide range of conditions from sun baked clay to mud of varying depth. Sudden hairpin turns and steep inclines of up to approximately two miles in length are a common occurrence. Very few sections of the course can be run with a consistent stride for more than several hundred yards at a time. There are a total of 20 stream crossings.

The Bruce Trail, here in Ontario, is filled with rocks and roots so I spent a lot of time on this trail getting my feet used to that type of terrain.  As a flatlander, I needed to improvise on trying to get some good climbing in. I spent hours doing hill repeats, climbing on the treadmill, stair climbing, and hill work on the elliptical. In addition, I was trying to make the legs even stronger through strength training. I spent morning, lunch hours, afternoons after work and at night getting the training in. Most days were double or triple workouts. I wasn’t even sure I was in the race yet.  (The lottery didn’t happen until August).

Simply put, from February to August I was training for a race I wasn’t even sure I was going to run. I woke up some mornings wanting to do nothing but sleep. But in the corner of my eye I could see the HURT 100 shirt from 2017 hanging in my closet (never worn) and that was enough for me to get up and out of bed. It’s important to ALWAYS remember why you are doing something so you continue to chase it.

I ran quite a few races in 2017 but I felt the following three would help immensely in getting me ready for the HURT 100. I signed up for the Cruel Jewel 100 (close to 110miles) , Barkley Fall Classic ( “50km”) and the Grindstone 100 In Virginia. All three were challenging in different ways. I spent 2 nights completing both hundreds and the BFC had its own unique climbs. I didn’t run any of them fast but with each race I was developing my mental strength and stamina which I knew I would need to complete the HURT 100.

Fast Forward to Saturday January 13, 2018. I was at the start line of my second attempt of the HURT 100. Dan, my husband, was right there by my side.  He has and continues to be my biggest fan and supporter.

As I was trying to soak in this second chance, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. So many hours of hard work and sacrifice brought me to this moment.  I knew there was nothing more I could have done. I had a great support system at the race and back home.  The race started and all those nerves went away.  I broke up the race in parts, just focusing on getting from one aid station to the next.  I finished the first loop in just under 5 hours and 20 minutes. I am not sure even now if that was too fast. All I knew was that I needed to be faster than last year. The course was just as beautiful and tough as I remembered it.

photo: Kalani Pascual

I had a quick bite to eat, changed socks, and started loop 2. It definitely got warmer and I seemed to be getting hungrier faster. I decided to eat every 45 minutes and eat large quantities of food at the aid stations because at HURT there is always a monster climb after every aid station. I got through loop 2 before dark and it was here where I took a few minutes to change clothes, devour a monster cheeseburger from Dan, and get ready for the night portion that would cover the jungle during loop 3.

Last year loop 3 was my race breaker. I lost so much time in the dark that I started loop 4 chasing cutoffs the rest of the race.   I made sure this year to have a good headlamp and flashlight and neither disappointed.  Navigating HURT during the day is hard but having to navigate it during the dark feels like you are running a completely different and more sinister race.  I finished loop 3,  1.5 hours faster than last year. This gave me a huge confidence booster although I wasn’t celebrating just yet.  I still had 40 miles to complete.  I was also very lucky to have shared some good miles with Joshua Holmes. We were never more than 15 minutes apart. I do believe without a doubt he helped push me through that third loop.

I was quite sleepy during loop 4 but needed to stay awake and focused on the trail to avoid a fall or injury. I never felt alone during the race. It always encouraging to see runners on the course and every aid station was lively and celebratory no matter the time.  I got to see Andrea Kooiman not only at the Nu’uanu aid station where she was volunteering but also at night when she paced Joshua. She had DNF’d and time out at mile 93 the year before I did. She returned last year to successfully finish the race. Our paths crossed many times and this always lifted my spirits.  I could often hear her from as far as 2 miles away. The ‘Nu’uanu Boom-Box’ as they called her on the trail.

Both Andrea and Joshua were a great source of support for me as I got ready during 2017 to attempt HURT the second time around. We bonded at several events including the Badwater Salton Sea where we were a 3 person team that had to stay together for all 81 miles.

During the 4th loop (80 miles in) I saw my second sunrise and finished that loop leaving about 9 hours to complete the fifth and final one. I just needed to keep moving to get that buckle. This is where the extra ounce of mental toughness I developed during training and running harder trail races came in.  A pacer ran with me for about 14 or 15 miles and this made the time go by somewhat quickly.  As I left the Nu’uanu aid station at mile 93 (one last time and with time to spare!)  I felt overwhelmingly joyous. I was going to complete those 7 miles that I couldn’t complete last year.  Although it was still 7 difficult miles to finish the race, it felt like a victory lap of sorts. The past 12 months of hard work had paid off.

Coming into the HURT 100 start/finish area for the last time is a feeling I soon will not forget.  I lifted my hands up, rang the bell and kissed the sign in a time of 35:40:15. I had done it…all that hard work…redemption!

And as the sign says  “We wouldn’t want it to be easy.”  That’s good because I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Marylou Corino (RIF #411)
HURT 100 Mile Finisher
January 13-14, 2018

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Steve Troxel, Whit Guthrie, and Joshua Holmes

Trail of Fears Race Recap from Steve Troxel

Trail of Fears Race Report by 2nd place finisher Steve Troxel

To put this report in perspective, you ought to know a few things about me.

I’m 58 years old with 10 grandkids.
I’m relatively new to running – been consistent for about 6 years.
I’m very new to this ultra world – first ultra distance was 50 miles at RUTS last year.

I ran TOF last year and made it 10 loops for an 8th place finish. This year I knew I was in better condition and said I would be absolutely thrilled to make it to the final 5 or 6. I have such great respect for the group that showed up for this race.

The intriguing thing about ultra events is that you really don’t know how your body will respond. There are so many variables with nutrition, gut, and muscle fatigue/strain that it’s difficult, if not impossible to accurately predict a specific outcome – too many things can go wrong, and they usually do.

My plan from the beginning was to run super easy and meet new people. The first several loops were great as I talked a bunch and was usually one of the last to finish the loop. By loops four and five I noticed my quads were a lot more tired than they ought to be. This was not a good sign. I had just run a PR marathon (3:17:01) at St. Jude two weeks earlier and figured I wasn’t fully recovered. I kept with the plan and the loops just kept clicking off.

On loops eight and nine, I had to run a little faster so I could change into my tights and different socks. This transition went well and I felt prepared as darkness approached. Loop 10 we had 13 runners and this was the first loop we had to switch on our headlamps. By the start of loop 11 we were down to 7 runners, and as we took the picture to start the loop I actually teared up. As I looked at the group I was on the line with, I just felt so incredibly blessed.

Now a side bar. One of the issues with getting a little older is with night vision. My vision becomes more and more blurry as the lights begin to fade. I knew this was going to be a problem so I ordered a new headlamp and some handheld flashlights. Loop 11 was great! I felt I could see as well as in the daylight. But on loop 12 my lights began to dim. What the heck!!? The rest of the loops became a lighting headache.

No one dropped on loop 11. On loop 12, I ended up behind Francesca Muccini and we power walked much of the second half of the course. This is actually not a bad strategy. Francesca is a fast walker and, if you stay focused, you can almost walk as fast as you can run over much of the course. Plus, walking behind allowed me to get some help from her headlamp.

I changed batteries after loop 12 and thought I was good. All 7 runners started loop 13 and I, once again, fell in behind Francesca. However, she was doing a lot of power walking at the beginning of this loop and I started to get concerned. By the halfway point, I felt we were too far behind to continue this strategy so I said I had to press ahead. Francesca just missed the cutoff for loop 13. That left 6 for the start of loop 14.

No one dropped on loop 14 but my headlamp problems continued. The lamp/flashlight combination would work for a short time and then begin to dim. As the lights dimmed, I became tentative in my steps and fell hard on both the 14th and 15th loop.

All 6 runners started the 15th loop and I started behind Randy Broadway. When we came out of the first side branch, he stopped and said he was done. I gave him a big hug – I really like and respect Randy – and continued. I really just kept plodding along. My legs felt good and I wasn’t having any major stomach issues. I still have a ways to go with proper eating in these longer races but at least I wasn’t completely falling apart. But as I already said, my lighting was not good and I fell hard. Marylou sprinted in with just 1 second left on the clock and Stewart Crouch said he was done. That left 4 runners to start loop 16.

Loop 16 was exciting since it was going to set a course record. I continued to fight my headlamp issue. I found that if I turned it off for a while and just used the flashlight I could then turn it back on for a while. This was working but it was draining me mentally. After completing the 16th loop, I asked if anyone had a headlamp I could borrow.  William Pinson let me borrow Megan‘s. This allowed me to step to the line on the 17th loop. I was surprised that Marylou decided to drop. Three of us started loop 17.

Though the borrowed headlamp helped, I really needed something brighter. I was able to run but had to keep telling myself, “Get ready to fall, get ready to fall.” Midway through this loop I decided this was no longer safe. I felt ok, but just knew I was going to get hurt. Again, this is more a mental struggle than anything, and I was getting mentally worn out. I decided I was going to line up for loop 18 but if Joshua Holmes started running I was going to stop.

All three of us lined up for loop 18. Josh said go, I took several steps and, to my surprise, Josh stayed on the line and said, “Have a good run.” I quickly ran up to Whit Guthrie and let him know Josh was not continuing. I said that if he would help guide me with his headlamp we could call this the last lap and he would win. Turns out, he was very ready to be done and was glad for the plan. We made it through the loop without incident and Whit is a true champion!

In my limited experience, I have found that competing at the ultra level is both physical and mental. I was definitely prepared physically and would not change anything in my training. Mentally, I learned a bunch, as we probably do in every race we run. I will NEVER be in this situation with lighting again – this is an easy problem to fix. The mental lessons are something I will take with me into my next bunch of races, including 2019 TOF, and will make me stronger.

My parting note to older runners: You can do more than you think is possible!

My parting note to all runners: I lost my mom to cancer when she was 43 and then lost by baby sister to cancer when she was 43. NEVER forget that what we do is a wonderful gift. Be determined to truly live each day we are given!!

Steve Troxel (2nd place finisher of the 2017 Trail of Fears)
December 16, 2017

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Camille Herron Fastest 100 Mile Female Ever

Camille Herron Breaks Female 100 Mile Fastest Time Ever

Camille Herron Fastest 100 Mile Female Ever

At the Tunnel Hill 100 Miler in Vienna, Illinois, moments ago, Camille Herron just ran the fastest 100 miler by a female setting a world record.

She finished the flat rails to trail course in a mind-numbing time of 12:42:39.

Camille’s Tunnel Hill 100 Miler Splits

  • 10.9 miles – 1:18:21
  • 15.9 miles – 1:56:45
  • 26.8 miles – 3:13:03
  • 36.3 miles – 4:24:23
  • 40.5 miles – 4:56:05
  • 50.0 miles – 6:07:53
  • 60.9 miles – 7:28:46
  • 65.9 miles – 8:10:01
  • 76.8 miles – 9:33:16
  • 86.3 miles – 10:52:14
  • 90.5 miles – 11:26:56
  • 100.0 miles – 12:42:39

Camille was the overall winner of the race.

Congrats Camille on your World Record.

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Joshua Holmes Barkley Fall Classic TSD1

El Clásico de Barkley (a 2017 odisea de carrera)


the barkley fall classic
frozen head state park
wartburg, tn
16 sept 2017

it is a race like no other
based on an even more insane
impossible event like no other
the barkley marathons
the race that eats it’s young

the barkley fall classic has grown quickly
to over 400 runners in just 3 years
trying to finish
back mountain trails and hillsides
to get to laz
for a bonus loop
for a 50k – mile finish
for as advertised it is more
bang for your buck than just 31 miles
some say 48 miles
the lowest estimate was 40 miles

you see
no gps is allowed at the barkley
despite incessant cicadas beeping at mile 1 and beyond

before the race started
as i was getting my gear together
while downing my fourth organic pop tart of the morning

Joshua Holmes

a race vet
in the car next to me
told me that we were required to have a light
in our drop bag at mile 22…ahem 35
i had not even brought a light from the west coast
because i didn’t plan to run past the sun
but it was for sure more of a safety precaution
in case one got lost
as frozen head state park has been known
to swallow a wardian or two before
i had my phone flashlight
but RIF member cathy downes told me
she had an extra headlamp in her drop bag i could use if needed
her kindness stuck with me
as i thought about how many nice things
run it fast members have done for me over the past few years

Laz Lighting Up Barkley Fall Classic 2017

the race starts with the laz lighting a cigarette
just like he starts the big barkley in the spring
laz lit up and we all took off like any other race
yet we all knew we were about to enter a vast unknown

400 of us dashed down the paved road
taking advantage of the smooth surface and cool temps
about 50 feet in i hear some dudes behind me saying,
“someone is really going to miss that water bottle later.”
so i remember my soft flask i had stuck in my pocket pre-race
and check my pocket and it’s not there
so i immediately start swimming upstream
against a torrid stampede of anxious and eager buffalo
i finally see my bottle and runners stepping on it
oblivious to what was going on
they just saw this runner going the wrong way without a guide
i finally grab it and spend the next few min cleaning it with my shirt

so back to moving forward in the correct forward position
all of a sudden felt like getting shot out of a cannon
the first mile is on pavement before you reach the famed yellow gates
of frozen head made famous by the barkley
the race that eats it’s young
a sort of golden arches of sorts for ultra mile junkies

everyone was full of optimism and nerves
knowing that likely just 120 or so of the 400 starters would finish the 50k
i wondered who the other 119 would be myself

any race i begin
i visualize myself with only one outcome
coming out clean on the other side
no matter how ugly or desperate it might become

as unforgiving as little bark is
there is still some insurance knowing that you can
take a marathon
more like true 50k finish
if it goes to hell or you don’t make the cutoff at laz

the first few miles from the gate were on a single track trail
the climb was pretty gradual
and not too technical

Joshua Holmes Barkley Fall Classic TSD1

even though we were slowing climbing
i pushed the pace
i had gone out aggressive
to avoid massive conga lines
to find some space
to be able to operate
find rhythm
the marvin gaye type
and not over run
to avoid being over run
or be hung up
on the heels of whoever lay before me

i worked through this section
with rif member lisa van wolde
we would move past other runners
on this single track together
which made it easier for both of us
to get by quicker using less energy

you come upon the first aid station about 4 miles in
where the coalfield boys
high school football players held the jugs
that didn’t have moonshine
but had water and sword instead

i quickly refilled and kept down the trail
until coming upon a photographer
not my first in this life
a couple of us tried to run past her
continuing on down the trail
but she quickly said, “no, that way!”
as she pointed into the true wilderness
down a ravine into a giant lake
but it wasn’t a lake but just massive fog
onto of the moguls
this was testicle spectacle

quickly into testicle
i found a steep
down where i could get no footing
i had put on my brush clearing gloves
as i knew i was about to be tested
my legs came out from under me
and i slide down the hillside about 20 feet
before i could get my legs under me again

this went on a few times
with some moderate climbs
for a mile and half or so
then we turned left into some low lying ground
and waded through a creek


luckily i was behind dewayne satterfield
who has done big bark
because none of this was marked
there was for sure no trail at this point
just some creek funk thing
that looked a bit like the forked deer in west tn

well found a road on the other side of the marsh
then quickly over a wooden bridge
we ran
into a small white country church
that had an aid station to the right of it
as advertised it had water
slim jims
and long elongated yellow fruits
this was also where we got our first bib punch
i think it was the letter i

testicle is an out and back
being near the lead of the pack it meant we were going to see
a lot of terrified faces coming at us
escaping testicle on the way out
is even more difficult than it was sliding down
into this foggy bottom


as my mouth burned from slim jims
that were obviously soaked in tabasco
i quickly found myself on my hands and knees
trying to get up the muddy hillside
it is amazing how high your heart rate rises
when you are on all fours
trying to get any grip of the earth you can
to climb up

the two way traffic wasn’t easy
people were slipping and sliding into each other
but everyone was polite and understanding

once we escaped testicle
we hit that same photographer again
for the after ts photo
as i have told other runners
always know where the photographers are


thinking we were getting a temporarily hiatus from the gnarly stuff
i took my gloves off
as we crossed the trail down into methlab hill
some parts of meth were worse than testicle
it could have been called testicle part 2
it included more butt sliding
and knocking other runners further down into the ravine
shortly after you bottom out on meth
you hit the prison

i hit it in 3 hrs 7 min 6 sec from the start

brushy mountain state penitentiary that is
an expired prison where james earl ray
the white supremacist
who killed the transcendent Martin Luther King was jailed
for many years
laz says he got the idea for barkley
back in the late 70s when ray escaped
it took several days for authorities to recapture him
but they did 58 hours later
he had only made it 5 miles in that time
due to the intense rugged mountains and lacking a garmin


the prison looked straight out of shawshank
i went in the front door
and walked through the first building
then into the second building where most of the cells where located
a volunteer told me that cell 27 had been ray’s
as i walked by and looked into 27
all i could think about
was what a cowardly
pos ray was for killing king
a man of peace


after the cells it was out the side door
into the back yard behind the penitentiary
where we scaled a ladder over the back prison wall
and down the other side
where i got my second bib punch of the morning
the letter r


the bib puncher
keith dunn
directed me to run around the back corner of the prison wall
and through a long
dark tunnel
the tunnel had a feint light at the other end of it
there was a slow stream of water flowing through the tunnel
more flashbacks to andy durfresne escaping from shawshank
it was pitch black in the tunnel
but i ran and trusted my footing would not be compromised

Prison Tunnel

then i took a sharp left
into some overgrown
green centrifuge
a couple min into it
as it started to climb
i asked another runner
if it was rat jaw
the infamous rat jaw
up the steep mountain side
under the power lines
the answer was in the affirmative

gloves back on
it was wildly overgrown
from a healthy rain season
i moved pretty quickly
up the first half of this rat’s nest
then i started to see a long line of runners stack up above me
stuck in the greenness
executing briars
that none of us could escape
i asked another runner if the half marathon was merging with us
as so many runners had grinder to a halt
stuck in the thick of it
it was so overgrown and thick with no where to go
a path had to be slowly carved
with human bodies

robert youngren
who moments before grabbed my feet below me
to give me a solid surface to climb up
as i couldn’t get a grip
started a new
revolutionary path he started blazing
with a mini train behind him
i was about the seventh car in this train
this was painfully slow but rob was taking most of the abuse
as the conductor of this train
our train was slow but steady
moving faster than the longer train
that seemed stuck in a paused motion
perhaps mighty casey had run out of steam
rob got us to the top
passing several in the other train in the process


it took time but finally we reached the top of rat jaw
60 runners had stacked up behind us

rat jaw had been the great equalizer
almost like a nascar caution flag to bring the field all back together

quickly we climbed to the top of the watch tower and back down
quick aid station stop after the tower for refills
and then some downhill jeep roads
to garden spot
then to bald knob

most vets had underestimated how hard the back side
of the race would be
since rat jaw and testacle were knocked out earlier on

bird mountain was a formidable foe
it wasn’t gnarly or impossible
but due to not knowing exactly how long the course was
it seemed to go on forever

i knew we were many miles beyond what the map said
but as they say laz miles are way longer than actual miles
like 1.5x longer
the bird mtn miles seemed to go on forever
i kept thinking we had to be close to laz and dropbags

finally we come off the trail
back onto park roads
and after about 1/2 a mile later to our drop bags
and then laz
with an elapsed time of 8:03:30 to that point


laz punched my bib
and made mention of how well i was doing
seeming a bit surprised
maybe it was because when i first met him on the ferry
in dorena landing years ago
at the start of the vol state
he looked at me and my crew
consisting of my high school cousin and his buddy
and told me
look to your left and your right
one of you will finish this race
i could tell his confidence was not in me being the one
i was very green then
i am just light
lime green now

other runners had warned me that the last loop was 9 miles
like 9 actual miles not laz miles

the climb up to chimney top was a long 5-6 mile climb
others had opted to grab poles out of their drop bags
i didn’t want to cheat my exercise routine with poles

early in the climb i was passed by a handful of hikers
i mean runners
as the climb wore on
i started to catch and reel in a couple of them
by being persistent and relentless

Chimney Top

i finally hit the top of chimney top
and you know how i knew it was the top of chimney top
because there was a mf chimney at the top of the climb
in the middle of nowhere
no house with it
no signs of a house
just a chimney and fireplace
no smoke
prevent forest fires
it was then i realized that i was at the top of chimney top
i did not need a sign to tell me

after chimney’s top started a gradual downhill
not many other runners were around at this point
another runner was in front of me
and after a mile and a sharp turn to the left down the mountain
we both started to get nervous wondering if we were on the right trail
or if we had become lost
and if so how lost where we and would we have enough time
to get back on the correct trail and make the cutoff
i pulled out my cloth map several times
and each time wadded it back into my pocket
unable to make sense of it
we both were running well
but simply did not see any other human beings
as more and more indecision began to set in

finally we saw another runner
and a volunteer
with a hole puncher and jugs of water
i refilled all 4 bottles i had with me
the volunteer punched my bib
and knew exactly how much of the course remained
he told us 2.5 miles back to laz
and about 3.4 total to the finish
and that it was all down hill

i took off running
knowing i needed to be perfect
if i wanted to break 11 hours
i knew i was about in 23rd position as well
however i didn’t know the terrain or the accuracy of the distance
but i ran hard smelling the barn
or perhaps it was myself
but either way it fueled me to another gear
that had been abandoned miles earlier

i caught a couple runners including youngren
who was probably simply tired
from sleepless nights with his new baby
and then shortly after there was laz and friends
i slowed just enough to ask if we needed another punch
laz said no and i turned it up knowing 10 hrs 52 min had expired
on the clock

1 mile
8 min or less
again was the distance accurate or not
i didn’t know
but i ran harder

another runner was alongside me
as i had caught him near laz
we were both chasing sub 11
we ran that last road like it was a legit 5k
i hit the pavement and emptied all my bottles
to get as light as possible knowing every second would matter

the other runner
nathan i believe
got a few feet in front and i followed in his wake
a couple turns hoping the end was in sight
clock ticking
a clock with no mind or mercy of what i wanted

i finally start to hear people
then i see the grassy field knowing to turn right
for the finishing arches
i see the clock at 10:59:30
i sprinted in comfortably over those 40 yards
crossing the finish line in 10:59:43


a time that would matter only to me
breaking 11 hours that would only matter to me
but it had mattered to me for several miles
because it helped me stay focused and on point
it helped me prevent bad miles
and gave me something to focus on
and help drive me those last few miles to the finish

my last mile was 7 min 11 sec

the first person i saw after finishing was my good friend
rif member and bfc rd steve durbin
it was good to see him
he congratulated me and i thanked him for an amazing event
i was then presented with the prized
croix de barque for finishing


i caught my breath
drank a few bottles of sword from the orange cooler
and then walked backwards on the course
to cheer in other runners
and root for my fellow run it fast members than remained on the course
one by one they found the finish as i had
some had made the 50k cutoff and finish
others had been turned in early
but all seemed satisfied with the effort they put forth that day

they knew they hadn’t don’t a normal race
and they were proud of the valiant effort they gave
they had been challenged in a new way
and had dug deep or discovered a new depth for the first time

after a few photos and hugs
i redeemed my post race meal card for a veggie burger
i am not even a vegetarian but it sounded like what my stomach
would agree with
and it was spot on

i beat the rat

i traded war stories from the course and other battles
with other veteran ultra runners
from the past and present
the weather had been perfect
the course ripe
and i was pleased with my effort

my goal had been to finish in the top 20 and sub 11
i was 20th overall and 18th male
in a time of 10:59:43

Run It Fast Barkley Fall Classic 2017 Finishers 2

it was a good feeling to run well
and share in so many others achievements
i wore the rat bites and dozens of flesh wounds with pride
a very special running
epic event
race directed by my good friends durb and laz

rif members before the lighting of the cigarette

congrats to all who were brave enough to toe the start
whether you got a finish or not
it takes a lot to take on a task like the bfc

thank you to all the volunteers
and football players
and friends
who were encouraging
and made it possible to finish
marathon/ultra #197

and a special thanks
to all my Run It Fast friends
who continue to inspire and drive me
every race
step by step

joshua holmes
run it fast

barkley fall classic results – 2017
photos: susan typert, daryl ann patton

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Francois D’haene Wins 2017 UTMB – IRunFar

François D’haene Wins the 2017 UTMB (Top 10 Results)

Francois D'haene Wins 2017 UTMB - IRunFar

France’s François D’haene held off Spain’s Kilian Jornet to win the 2017 Ultra Trail du Mont Blanc with a time of 19:01:32.

Jornet finished 15 minutes back in 19:16:38. The first American, third overall, finisher was Tim Tollefson in 19:53:00.

Top 10 Finishers 2017 UTMB

  1. François D’HAENE (France) – 19:01:32
  2. Kilian JORNET (Spain) – 19:16:38
  3. Tim TOLLEFSON (USA) – 19:53:00
  4. Xavier THEVENARD (France) – 20:03:14
  5. Jim WALMSLEY (USA) – 20:11:38
  6. Pau CAPELL (Spain) – 20:12:43
  7. Dylan BOWMAN (USA) – 20:19:48
  8. Gediminas GRINIUS (Lithuania) – 21:24:19
  9. Zach MILLER (USA) – 21:28:32
  10. Jordi GAMITO (Spain) – 21:44:31

Spain’s Nuria Picas was the female winner of the 2017 UTMB in 25:46:43 barely holding off Switzerland’s Andrea Huser who finished less than 3 minutes back in 25:49:18. Third female went to France’s Christelle Bard in 26:39:03.

Top 5 Female Finishers 2017 UTMB

  1. Núria PICAS (Spain) – 25:46:43
  2. Andrea HUSER (Switzerland) – 25:49:18
  3. Christelle BARD (France) – 26:39:03
  4. Kaori NIWA (Japan) – 27:31:39
  5. Kellie EMMERSON (Australia) – 28:13:06

2017 UTMB Results and Live Tracking

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