Behold! Our latest attempt at creating half-decent film entertainment: Fat Dog 120.Read More
Looking for a challenge? Angels Staircase quite literally took our breath away last August. Here’s our film from the race.Read More
The videos keep on rolling with our newest installment for Rainshadow Running. The Winthrop Road Marathon. What an awesome way to spend and early summer weekend. FAST course, good people and beautiful scenery!Read More
Busy times, busy times.
In almost simultaneous fashion, our days were brimming with… things. I really hate to say it because even when busy, we pride ourselves on not being very busy, at the busiest of times.
Fear not, we’re on top of the situation and are working to better it – in a relaxed manner of course. We need more time for friends, making silly movies, and of course, running around in the woods. Our apologies to any and all waiting on videos for the Yakima Skyline 50k and Winthrop Road Marathon. Trust that footage looks great and they will be completed shortly.
A quick update on what the summer has in store.
Near on the horizon is Dave’s running of the White River 50 Miler this weekend in Washington. 2 weeks after that I will be running Angel’s Staircase 60k, which Dave will also be filming.
The following weekend we are both very excited to announce we will be filming the legendary Fat Dog 120 mile race, from Keromeos BC to Manning Park! We have been hired to produce a longer film documenting this race. It could very well involve some fastpacking/remote camping on location with our film gear. Stories to follow…
Beyond that it’s the Meet Your Maker 50 mile race for both of us. September 1st, Whistler BC. This promises to be a grueling yet beautiful run, complete with a ride in the peak-to-peak gondola mid-race!
Following that Dave will be in Colorado running UROC 100k, September 28th. Finally, and just added to the list is another 100 Mile run at the Pinhoti 100 in Alabama, November 2-3. I’m registered for this race and I’m patiently waiting for Dave to join the fun! Dave?
Looking back on this list it doesn’t seem like we’re doing a very good job of being less busy, but this is precisely the type of busy we are aiming for!
For now I wanted to change pace a bit and show a few still photos from our recent spring/summer adventures.Read More
Recently we had the pleasure of running one of the most beautiful trails in the world! Here is a short video of the run, shot with my cell phone.Read More
Here we go guys, an attempt to recap one of the greatest experiences of my life… It’s long, but so is 100 miles! All photos by Christopher Cecill
You know those ads that pop-up when you try to read an article or watch a video on youtube? We’re going to start with one of those as well, except this time it’s something worth paying attention to:
The Zion 100 is an absolutely incredible event! I know that this race will start drawing some huge numbers after the success of this year (and surely more reports gushing over it). Race director Matt Gunn deserves all the recognition and praise that is coming his way. He deserves 10x that. This man worked his tail off to make every runner feel like a personal Zion welcome mat had been rolled out for them. His team of volunteers deserve the same credit. Wonderful people, supportive, energetic and organized throughout. Decisions were made to support local businesses and artists every step of the way. Everything had a mind towards sustainability, right down to the amazing composting porta-potties by Eco- Commode. We’re talking wood fired pizza made to order at race package pickup, bountiful aid stations with burritos, pancakes, grilled cheese and… whiskey! Post race dutch-oven potatoes with scrambled eggs and bacon. Plentiful local micro-brew beer at the finish. Free burgers at the awards ceremony. Custom, 1-of-a-kind hand made belt buckles featuring flowers and foliage harvested on the course. Custom metal-work trophies for top 3 male/female finishers in both events. To top it all off, a complimentary tube rental for a float down the river! All of this plus the most well-marked course I’ve ever run, set in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.
All I had to do for all of this was run 100 miles. This folks, is what I call a deal!
I want to thank eLoad for their support. I fueled 95% of this race with their Gels, Sport Drink and Carb Fly with zero stomach issues. The new berry gels are delish!
I am one lucky runner! As soon as I signed up for this race I had an all-star lineup of family and friends signed up for the adventure. My dad, brother and his girlfriend Jen were on board. It was very special for me to be able to share the experience with them. My brother is a wonderful photographer who captured some real stunners throughout the trip. My girlfriend Alex would pace me for 36km, an experience I will never forget. Sharing those miles with her was something so unique, yet felt so wonderfully normal in the moment. My good friend Myke would pace me out for the final 40 miles. He bit off a big chunk knowing this would be a demanding section of course, coupled with the possibility of dealing with a grumpy Matt Cecill! My dear friend Kyle (of Leadville crew fame) booked time off work as soon as he knew the dates. His presence and experience crewing 100 mile races are starting to become that of legend. Plain and simple, this guy knows how to get it done! Makes my life a whole lot easier knowing he’s running my crew. A heartfelt thank you to all of you for taking time out of your lives to help me achieve a goal, and for contributing to some wonderful memories and stories. Speaking of stories…
This race was a big one for me. I prepped my body with as many training miles as it would allow me. I heat acclimated my body via 10 days of Bikram Yoga and dry sauna sessions. I was disciplined with my nutrition and put in a good taper. I was determined to give myself the best possible chance of a strong 100 mile finish. I knew I was as ready as I could be. Still my Leadville death march lingered in my mind, reminding me of how sour things can turn in a race this long. Pre-race was smooth. The whole crew flew into Vegas on various flights. Incredibly, no one was delayed. We took the Vegas strip by storm in our rented mini-van before making the 2hr drive to Hurricane, Utah where we would set up shop for the week. We rented an old character home, saved a bunch of money. This worked out great, except for Kyle who drew the short straw and “slept” on the couch.
Before we knew it, race morning was upon us. I always find the early morning stir of the house quite special. Nervousness and excitement in the air. I had a good breakfast and went through the motions of getting prepared. Having done this once before really helped calm things down for me. I was quiet and confident, eager to get moving and execute my game plan.
This game plan involved running slow. I was going to over-exaggerate the relaxed start. I remember hearing Ms. Ellie Greenwood talk about about relaxing into the distance and letting the body naturally warm up. I liked all of these words. Since we could all benefit from being more like Ellie Greenwood, I decided to give it a try. I learned at Leadville just how much time there really is in a 100 mile race to “make a move”. The time to do this is certainly not in the first 10 to 15 hrs. These hours are better spent having fun, eating sugar and chatting with the good folks of the Ultra-Marathon world. I embraced this strategy wholeheartedly.
I worked my way through the first 10 miles, mesmerized by the sunrise and the beauty of the area. The temperature was brisk but not cold. I will never forget how peaceful it felt in those early miles. I met Mark Tanaka, great guy who’s Ultra resume is staggering. I met some good folks from Boston, Flagstaff, Las Vegas and a local runner, Justin Nelson. I was friggen happy. High on running life I rolled into the first aid station. There was my brother filming me, my dad and girlfriend cheering me on, and Kyle with the buffet spread all laid out on towel and some fold out chairs. A beautiful scene to be sure. I informed them that the old diesel engine was just getting fired up.
The next section involved some rolling dirt roads at the foot of a mesa that we all knew we had to climb. The course seemed to taunt us, drawing us near to the steep face before pulling back in the opposite direction. Inevitably we climbed. I knew I had prepared well for the short but intense climbs that this course offered. Gooseberry Mesa delivered. One of the steepest trails I’ve travelled. To my surprise though it was over sooner than I expected. I felt great on the climb and used the opportunity to engage some new muscles and further my warm up. At the top we moved through the aid station before heading out on a notorious loop around the top of Gooseberry Mesa. The views up here are world class. Much of the trail was right on the mesa’s ridge. The terrain up here is like nothing I’ve run before. Rolling rock that doesn’t really involve a trail. Runners follow white dots painted on the ground. Swooping, climbing, dropping and turning through rock formations. The footing is tricky as the surface is like sandpaper. Easy to catch a foot and tweak something. I had been warned about this section sucking the life out of runners. I now know why. These miles are hard-earned and somewhat labrynth-like, everything looks the same, is it the same? Am I going the wrong way? Finding a rhythm is nearly impossible. Again I focused on relaxing through it and holding no tension in my body. I had no idea what position I was running in, and I was happy about that. Though starting to work, I still felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Eventually we ended up at the far edge of the mesa. I can’t describe this view, it’s too much. Go to Gooseberry Mesa, run or hike or bike to the far edge of it and look around, 360 degrees. Then you will know. During my visit to this place there was an older cowboy-ish fellow standing on the rock at the edge. He marked my hand with a red sharpy and wished me well. I honestly took a moment here to make sure my alarm had gone off and I was indeed running the race. The route carried on along the other rim of the Mesa, winding it’s way back to the aid station to complete the loop. More of the same rock running, more of the same GREATEST VIEWS I’VE EVER SEEN. It was warming up when I came back to the aid station. I ditched my jacket and gloves and picked up my ipod. I was 50k in at this point. I knew I had a big flat dirt road section coming up. I genuinely like these types of sections. I was riding high and I wanted some music to cruise to.
Before I knew it I was coming into the 65k crew station where Alex would join me for some pacing. After running solo for a long stretch it was refreshing to have such great company to run with, I could tell she was excited and feeling good and that made me excited. We climbed up to Eagle Crags aid station, the legs were starting to get heavy at this point. I saw my buddy and fellow B.C. boy Jeff Hunter as he was flying down in the 100k race, always nice to see a friend. At the top I ate my first solid food in the form of canned peaches. They tasted good and digested well. I was fueling strong with Eload gels and drink mix, plus Coke to this point. We descended the dirt road from Eagle Crags surrounded by more spectacular rock formations. JB Benna (Unbreakable) was on course doing some filming, as a wanna-be aspiring filmmaker I thought that was pretty neat. The course leveled out into a few road miles. I was now starting to deteriorate somewhat. My controlled pace didn’t feel so controlled anymore. Things were getting tight. We passed the old Grafton Cemetery before starting the climb up Grafton Mesa. I felt hot for the first time. We kept moving steadily but climbing was a chore. Alex was amazing, offering unwavering support and encouragement, keeping me focused. We topped out on the climb, I hoped the aid station was near. It wasn’t. Instead it was more difficult moon-rock running with curves every which way. I kicked a cactus and had a spine lodged in my foot. Alex to the rescue! Pulled that sucker out in one fell swoop. I was no longer just a kid on Christmas morning, I was now a kid on Christmas morning with a scotch hangover who just realized Santa forgot his house. I was approximately halfway done and I was now officially running a 100 mile race.
Eventually the aid station came. I dumped a few cups of water over my head. This felt amazing. I really wanted Watermelon, but alas, none to be found. I ate more peaches. I sat down for the first time and took a moment to gather myself. The next section was the same long dirt road, but in reverse, back to Gooseberry Mesa. Alex and I started out on the road and before long we saw a sight for sore eyes coming the opposite direction. Lori and Randy from Victoria were running towards us! Ultra Marathoning’s Barbi and Ken, the king and queen in my eyes. These folks are a huge part of the why I’m even involved in this sport. Toughest people I know. We just stopped in the middle of the road, hugged and chatted. I love this sport. We’re in a “race” but just stood and had a chat. This was refreshing on many levels for me. Physically I probably needed the extra break, but mentally it got me back in the game and reminded me of all the amazing people I’m surrounded by. We continued on down the road and passed a few runners. I was coming back to life with more water and gels. We made our way through Goosebump aid station fairly quickly and were staring down the same steep Gooseberry climb I had ascended earlier in the race. As soon as I started down the climb something went wrong on the top of my left knee. It just locked up. I had never felt this tweak before. The trail was ruthlessly steep and took me about the same amount of time to descend as it had to climb it earlier that morning. Finally at the bottom I hoped flat ground would alleviate the pain but the mobility wasn’t there. It was time to suck it up and remember that everyone hurts during 100 mile races. The sweet and ever-supportive Alex assured me that it would let go if I stuck with it. She was right… eventually.
We rolled into the Dalton Wash Crew Station. This was where Alex would bow out and Myke would come on to pace me for the remainder of the race. It was emotional leaving Alex as we had such an awesome run together. I was excited though to start a new adventure with Mr. Labelle. I knew he was like a dog waiting to get off the leash. I picked up half a PBnJ and we started off hiking up the dirt road to Guacamole Mesa. The sandwich did not sit right. It took me about an hr to get my stomach in check after eating it. Back to straight sugar calories for me. My knee was getting worse as the climb went on. We traded off between running and hiking all the way up. Myke did a good job of keeping me calm and focused. Just before the Guacamole aid station I felt my legs starting to cramp. I saw a big jar of pickles at the aid station and decided to give the old pickle juice remedy a try. Within 5 minutes my cramps were gone and never returned. I’m now a believer. The next section was a 9 mile loop of Guacamole Mesa before returning to the same aid station. I felt like hot garbage. The sun was getting low and the views were again spectacular, I was having a hard time appreciating them. I was a mess and the knee was still stinging. Myke was a huge help at this point. He was incredibly positive and motivating. We were now walking large sections of run-able terrain, I felt terrible about this. He told me I was being stupid and to shut up. This man knows how to pace! 3 runners passed by including lead female Jennifer Benna, who compared to me, looked like she was running a 10k race. Guacamole felt never-ending and I thought at numerous points that we had doubled back and were going the wrong direction. An amazingly intricate and beautiful section of trail… that I desperately wanted to be done with. Gradually we started running in longer bursts and moving faster. After 5+ hours I was finally feeling the knee start to loosen up. I rode this wave by upping my gel and water intake. I was coming back to life, again. We rolled back through Guacamole aid station and gunned it down the road back to the crew. The Sun was setting, the mood was amazing. We were having a blast
Back with the crew, I had been eyeing a can of Starbucks Double-Shot Espresso all day in my buffet spread. To this point I had avoided caffeine (minus the odd cup of Coke) in fear of stomach problems. I decided now was the time. I pounded the can of coffee drink and it tasted GOOD. Myke suggested we trade our hand bottles for hydration packs. Great advice. It was now dark, we stashed cold weather gear in the packs and turned on our headlamps. I now had tons of calories and water on board and felt my confidence soar. My crew informed me I was in 9th place. We took off running. I was experiencing the famous: paced-first-half-of-race-responsibly / knee-finally-stopped-hurting / just-drank-a-s#$!-tonne-of-caffeine trifecta! Armed and dangerous. Soon we arrived at the mile 83 aid-station. I checked in and this place looked like a party, complete with whiskey and jello shooters. No time to party! We passed a runner in the aid station and started out towards the infamous Flying Monkey climb to the top of Smith Mesa. The biggest climb of the day, a nice little 2200ft dinger situated at mile 85. We saw headlamps ahead in the distance, this got me even more fired up. It was finally time to race. We passed 5 runners on the climb in a span of about 30 minutes. I’ve never experienced anything like it. My legs and energy level quite honestly felt like I was back at the 50k point in the race. The feeling was magic. Myke did a good job of keeping things in perspective and not allowing me to blow myself out too early. We climbed hard but controlled.
I was determined to hold on to 3rd place. Not for myself, but solely for the thought of coming into the final crew station (mile 98) and catching my crew completely off guard. As far as they knew I was still in 9th place. I wanted to give them something back after all they had given me throughout the long day. The 6 mile downhill road section was a tough slog. My quads were beyond shot and my knee was angry again. We held a decent pace and saw no headlamps emerge in the distance behind us. Kyle let out a very satisfying “HOLY S*%$ IT’S YOU GUYS!!!” when we arrived at the crew station. We ditched our packs and Myke grabbed a handbottle. 2 Miles of desert running and I could finally sit down. Eventually we crossed the highway and the crew was waiting. What a feeling to run down the road to the finish with everyone. Huge smiles all around. I think I yelled quite a bit. I crossed the finish line in 3rd place in 18:42:22. A time beyond my wildest dreams or expectations. Everything I had was left on the course. Jubilation soon turned to nausea, shivering and full body cramping, I could barely choose my belt buckle. Apparently this is how I roll when it comes to finishing 100 milers. Once again my amazing crew to the rescue. Got me home safe, took off my shoes and socks to reveal some of the most horrendous smelling feet imaginable, plus a dead big toenail complete with blister that looked like a super-sized red jelly bean. The dedication of these people! An incredibly awkard bath later and it was off to bed with a protein shake and banana in my belly. Seemingly this is just another day at the office for 100 mile Ultra Runners. A group with whom I’m honoured to be counted.
The day after: It didn’t take long for me to fall inRead More
The pre-travel, travel to Victoria has become a
smoothly integrated slap dash, last minute part of every race for me now. But I’m getting better.
First lesson learned. When you have to travel on Good Friday, DON’T. Go the day before, you won’t regret missing 12 hours of grid lock traffic. Nonetheless it was a beautiful day and we had the most pleasant exchange with our border guard yet.
When Matt, Alex, Fiona and I arrived in Oregon and drove into the Menhimenin’s, the venue for the pre-race party and Trail Running Film Fest, we all kinda felt like we’d crossed into another world. The entire place is amazing, highlighted by an onsite brewery, distillery AND winery as well as multiple venues to enjoy each accompanied by a meal of anything from fine dining to burgers and fries.
The Film Fest offered all of these in the comfort of the in-house theater while watching some of the most gripping and relevant trail running films of modern times such as “Roll Out”…. and a few other ones by some guy named Kilian and another by Krissy Moehl….
We retired to the cabin we rented at Bridge of the Gods Motel and RV, which was a really nice set up if a little bit pricey, and began another time honored tradition, the “stay up waaay too late on the eve of the race” game. Still, the morning began with exuberance as we rose to the sound of bird songs and the slowly expanding glow of sunlight through clear blue skies. It had the feel of a perfect day for a good long run… around water falls.
The race start as always was full of familiar faces and an array of expressions from anxiety to intoxication. After catching up with some friends I found my own little place to get my mind and body ready for it’s first +30k run since August of last year.
James Varner came by with some maps and info to pass on to Matt (who was filming the race) and a pat on the back and a “good luck, have fun”. From all that I had heard of this course, the fun was in the bag but according to my body at that moment, luck was not in the cards.
Almost all at once, every pain I had had since last summer was visiting me. As I joined the wash of runners flowing towards the race start I thought, “we’ll just see how far I can run, then we’ll see how far I can walk, then we’ll see who I can convince to carry me”. I filed in with the middle of the group as James Varner gave us the safety goods on the course and wished everyone well. I rubbed my quads, ITs, calves glutes…. everything hurt. Neat. We were away, along the grassy start and then across the bridge and along the lake and I felt….. amazing! Pure joy somehow replaced all nagging pains and as we made our way to Metheman falls I was quickly filling up with uncontainable gratitude and enjoyment for where I was and for all the help I had getting there.
Feeling absolutely phenomenal… with 40+ km to go… I was well aware that there was more than enough time to mess it all up with a foolishly placed effort on a course I had no intention of racing. That being considered, I did feel REALLY good and that first +/- 2000ft climb was VERY run-able. But so was the downhill on the other side. I was realizing, as I (my perception) flew down the decent, just a hairsbreadth from unrestrained, that for the last 4 months of running, this was pretty much all I did. UP and Down. Up and Down. And I loved it. With the sun spilling it’s golden light through the trees the entire world around us all became surreal. The colours were intensified and the striking contrast of the rushing white water against the lichens, ferns and moss-covered rick was almost transfixing.
I am seriously astonished on a moment to moment basis that I managed to stay upright throughout the run. I almost couldn’t tell you what the trail bed itself was composed of. Even the Columbia river, with its intensely rouge and copper coloured rock faces looming above, seemed excited for the warming spring weather as white caps danced along its surface. I heard Matt shout from down in a hollow and stopped to give him the papers James handed me earlier and said a lot of stuff that I’m pretty sure made no sense but probably got the point across that I was having a good time.
Further into the run everyone gets to run underneath Pony Tail Falls and if I could describe that feeling I’d probably start crying again. Of course Glen Tachiyama was on course to capture that moment. Thanks Glen!
I fell into a rhythm and a great conversation with John Bittle from Arkansauce who knew (as I am beginning to expect does everyone else in AR) Paul Turner and Robert Vogler AKA PT and Po Dog of Leadville race report fame. We got to talking and the km’s slipped beneath us as we shared our ideas and passions in life, joined by another good egg Cory, who was in the midst of his first ever 50k.
We slipped out onto the road section, the only part I was not looking forward to, but the conversation and camaraderie delivered a short sweet trip up the road to the last aid station.
I love aid stations. Can’t help it. Won’t help it. A friend of friends (now a friend of mine) was volunteering at the last aid station and as my comrades smashed and grabbed there way through in good fashion, I lingered and ate and drank and babbled about the vibrance of colours and sounds. I never claimed that aid stations like me but that’s one of the hazards of volunteering I guess.
I’m not a fan of out-and-back sections, but for the record, I loved this out-and-back section. The climb was fast and the waterfall (yes ANOTHER) at the turn around, where you pick up a poker chip to prove you completed it, rewarded your efforts with a refreshing spray as you stand almost beneath it pondering just taking a quick dip in the pool.
Back out on the road section our trio had regrouped and grown to four as we made our way back to the start and I was so stoked to see my friends from Victoria, B.C. on the outbound as we high-fived and whooped along.
Suddenly a car on the other side of the road sped up and swerved in, mere inches from John, laying on the horn in what I can only hope was a disgusting idea of a joke and nothing more malicious. Understandably shaken we slowed the pace a little as we got back into the trail and just fell into a steady and pleasant rhythm as the four of us conversed and commentated on the surroundings.
Matt was filming at the next aid station and ran with me for a good 5-8km as comrades found their own pace and Matt and I caught up on the days events. The entire time I felt amazing, fresh and inspired but also a little weary of the final climb that had been such a fun and fast downhill. This was where Matt turned off on a short cut to his car and as it turns out there was nothing to worry about, nothing a little power-hiking couldn’t overcome anyway.
Away down the final decent to Matnemah Falls and back along the grassy path around the lake where the finish could be seen and heard. It was a perfect day. Four plates of salad and fruit later it was time for pizza and brews, compliments of Rainshadow Running. A good patch of grass to enjoy the sweet tones of The Pine Hearts string band in the sun and cheer on the rest of the amazing finishers. Recapping the race with friends old and new was a treat, to re-live those inspiring moments and congratulate new goals achieved is always one of the greatest highlights of the finish. The celebrations carried on from the finish line back to Mehimenins and as the night wound down it all seemed enchanted.
Woke to another beautiful day and went for a very short run to shake out the legs before the drive back north and enjoyed the quiet of the Sunday morning by the river side. The sleepy morning held the promise of lighter traffic and faster travel times and apparently in the fine print somewhere, running out of gas on a highway bridge… Being from the Island, Matt and I had no real hesitation and did what comes natural. Pushed the car. Fiona jumped in and within a minute or two a passerby stopped and hooked us up to a tow rope and towed us right into a gas station… ****Project Talaria has dug deep into the Karma bank and will be doing our best to make a considerable deposit ASAP**** We thanked the man as best we could (unsure of how to express that amount of gratitude) and carried on. The rest of the drive went on without any further incidents and once back in B.C. my trip ended as is customary. A strong embrace and thanks to my good friends and a parting of ways after another amazing adventure and a ferry ride into the sunset, back to my little island home.
There is nothing cliche or excessive about thanking the Volunteers ever. I truly appreciate all of the amazing work they do and in a lot of cases the distances they travel to do it. With out these amazing people there would be no events like this. Thank you all so much!!Read More