<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:35:13.166-07:00</updated><category term='frazz'/><category term='marathon'/><title type='text'>Long, Tall and Slow a Runner and Cyclist's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi my name is Troy Robertson, I am a Long, Tall, Slow, aspiring ultrarunner and cyclist. I am 6'5" 210lbs and I ride and run to stay fit and sane. I am not an elite athlete, I am ordinary average guy, I have a family and I have a job. I hope to share some of my experiences as such.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-1458344888118825918</id><published>2010-05-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:07:16.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon Rim to Rim to Rim April 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To stand upon the edge of this stupendous gorge, as it receives its earliest greeting from the god of day, is to enjoy in a moment, compensation for long years of ordinary, uneventful life."Stoddard, John 1898&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few photos from a crazy trip to the Grand Canyon on April 18, 2010. We had come to do a “Double Crossing” a Rim to Rim to Rim run. Starting on the South Rim at the South Kaibab trailhead (elevation 7200’) down 7 miles to Phantom Ranch on the banks the Colorado river (elevation 2400’) then 14.2 miles up Bright Angel Canyon on the North Kaibab trail to the North Rim (elevation 8250’) and then turn right around and come back. As a reference it is 10 miles as the crow flies from the South Rim to the North Rim Trail Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhere everyone should go. It is breathtaking and awe inspiring. The size of it all is indescribable. The photos show a little sampling of how the day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little overview of the scope. The yellow line is a poor representation of the trail, there are about a 100 more switchbacks than are shown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CleJdCJaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KmHZ9ZV43UQ/s1600/grandcanyon_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467551884980135330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CleJdCJaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KmHZ9ZV43UQ/s320/grandcanyon_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started at 3:45 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are lights a blazing, Troy (me) Kent, Larry, and Dorrel (just getting in the picture as the timer goes off, that is really is best side, honest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ckw2Kr0LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XJZZSJWI-is/s1600/DSCF3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467551106708787378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ckw2Kr0LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XJZZSJWI-is/s320/DSCF3430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed up it is starting to get light, the North Rim far off in the distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ckg5aAofI/AAAAAAAAANw/70GATHJ6sN0/s1600/DSCF3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467550832700465650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ckg5aAofI/AAAAAAAAANw/70GATHJ6sN0/s320/DSCF3432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;River crossing! Time to get wet or go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CkSnKopKI/AAAAAAAAANo/-liNHoHXIro/s1600/DSCF3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467550587285972130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CkSnKopKI/AAAAAAAAANo/-liNHoHXIro/s320/DSCF3437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cottonwood Camp, just before the sun really starts to come out. Water stop, I fill my bottles and see a few other trail runners headed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CjwqyoO8I/AAAAAAAAANg/4j25AcOgaXY/s1600/DSCF3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467550004143471554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CjwqyoO8I/AAAAAAAAANg/4j25AcOgaXY/s320/DSCF3439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alternate forms of transportation. Tempting I tell ya very tempting. But I am having too much fun running this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cjbhdt2jI/AAAAAAAAANY/o-im2_5NvWI/s1600/DSCF3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467549640862587442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cjbhdt2jI/AAAAAAAAANY/o-im2_5NvWI/s320/DSCF3444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Caretakers Cabin, get a little water, play a little hoops. Crosstraining. Last chance for water on the way up, fill the bottles and the tank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CjDrwSsHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6fzlDakkcmA/s1600/DSCF3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467549231307993202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CjDrwSsHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6fzlDakkcmA/s320/DSCF3450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back towards Roaring springs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ci0_BJnNI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Y3TP5avgTk/s1600/DSCF3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467548978780937426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Ci0_BJnNI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Y3TP5avgTk/s320/DSCF3456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going up, you can see the North Rim up high. But where is the trail? It is there, just can't tell it is a trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CiXlK5uwI/AAAAAAAAANA/fwgdJ6mtlKs/s1600/DSCF3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467548473626311426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CiXlK5uwI/AAAAAAAAANA/fwgdJ6mtlKs/s320/DSCF3458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nice little bridge to cross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CiDz6iC_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DT-hY2FTbek/s1600/DSCF3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467548133986798578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CiDz6iC_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DT-hY2FTbek/s320/DSCF3468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking back down from where I came. The trail meanders all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Chpq4pf4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jl7V9Q1ou0Y/s1600/DSCF3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467547684886380418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Chpq4pf4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jl7V9Q1ou0Y/s320/DSCF3475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many places along the way to get a refreshing shower to escape the heat. Right on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-ChS9g38QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R3HKYqinqEY/s1600/DSCF3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467547294749946114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-ChS9g38QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R3HKYqinqEY/s320/DSCF3473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another little waterfall crossing the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-ChGEADRMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/M_PBdkap1f8/s1600/DSCF3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467547073153025218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-ChGEADRMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/M_PBdkap1f8/s320/DSCF3477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the sudden, SNOW, and not just a little, man it feels nice. I am about 1.5 miles from the rim and most all of it is snow covered. A little post hole here and there. But overall firm footing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CgkStestI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_iZYIaQL8DY/s1600/DSCF3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546492986110674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CgkStestI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_iZYIaQL8DY/s320/DSCF3481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coconino Viewpoint, not too far from the top, still lots of snow at this elevation. Pretty view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CgDWQaI9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fxEIkxpdJAk/s1600/DSCF3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467545927002235858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CgDWQaI9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fxEIkxpdJAk/s320/DSCF3484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made it to the trailhead at the North Rim, where there is just a little bit a snow. 21.5 miles down, 21.5 miles to go. Still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CfnofOtkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B77XuSdBhwY/s1600/DSCF3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467545450859902530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CfnofOtkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B77XuSdBhwY/s320/DSCF3487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supai Tunnel, if you can't go over it or around it, go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cefa2H7tI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ffi9Qovt-Uk/s1600/DSCF3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467544210247249618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cefa2H7tI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ffi9Qovt-Uk/s320/DSCF3491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a spooky section of trail coming back down the North Rim. Going up, I needed someone to hold my hand (and no one was around) if you are afraid of heights this section will get your attention. Coming up I was caught a little off guard and wow the drop off is amazing. The trail is cut right into the cliff face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CdnC5HGpI/AAAAAAAAALw/DVPOjTOqn9s/s1600/DSCF3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467543241744652946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CdnC5HGpI/AAAAAAAAALw/DVPOjTOqn9s/s320/DSCF3493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ride finally arrives! Not really they were doing some work on the pipeline and they were hauling equipment up and down the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CdO-ePmsI/AAAAAAAAALo/wfEpr7_36yg/s1600/DSCF3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467542828241361602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CdO-ePmsI/AAAAAAAAALo/wfEpr7_36yg/s320/DSCF3497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed back into "the Box" a really cool tight little canyon along Bright Angel Creek. I am now seeing areas that I covered in the dark hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CcvrixeXI/AAAAAAAAALg/zol_hSK3H7U/s1600/DSCF3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467542290584140146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CcvrixeXI/AAAAAAAAALg/zol_hSK3H7U/s320/DSCF3498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit of heaven (shade) as I head into Phantom Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CcdBu7iuI/AAAAAAAAALY/eckyKAgTpLc/s1600/DSCF3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467541970123197154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CcdBu7iuI/AAAAAAAAALY/eckyKAgTpLc/s320/DSCF3502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at Phantom Ranch for a little pit stop, the Cantina has lemonade and limited food, so I got me a Snickers bar and 2 lemonades to go. 35 miles done and I am feeling okay, it is hot, 90 degrees. So I drink up and hit the trail. Time to cross the river I crossed in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cb5eYHfBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PDsFzPcklF4/s1600/DSCF3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467541359336848402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-Cb5eYHfBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PDsFzPcklF4/s320/DSCF3504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of two ways to get across the Colorado. The Black Bridge. It is a really cool suspension bridge. I couldn't even begin to get it to sway, I tried, my 210lbs was not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CnsVt1RbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E2LhOxUNa00/s1600/DSCF3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467554327813244338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CnsVt1RbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E2LhOxUNa00/s320/DSCF3509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making my way across, the planks in the middle are for the Mule teams to walk on, they tear the wood up, it is concave and that isn't dirt is wood that has been scraped out by the horseshoes, or mule shoes. Either way it is there for them and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CaDsRFHGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oLhzTIQNZCY/s1600/DSCF3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467539335840865378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CaDsRFHGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oLhzTIQNZCY/s320/DSCF3511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step inside the real fun is about to begin. It is all up from here. 5000' of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CZ1t4HYGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PwBLZQ-q8mY/s1600/DSCF3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467539095754858594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CZ1t4HYGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PwBLZQ-q8mY/s320/DSCF3513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The views are spectacular going up the South Kaibab trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CY3dhKnjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a6itfdRbwR4/s1600/DSCF3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467538026211745330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CY3dhKnjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a6itfdRbwR4/s320/DSCF3520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little piece of the South Kaibab Trail going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made it! Here I am with my new friend Adam from Colorado, we played cat and mouse all day to the top of the North Rim. Then we pushed each other up to the top of the South rim and our goal of the South Kaibab trailhead. You can see from the salt stains in my shirt it was a hot day and a long pull up that hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CYSB5LFSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/41DElmRwiLc/s1600/DSCF3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467537383141086498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CYSB5LFSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/41DElmRwiLc/s320/DSCF3522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An excerpt from the sign in the background, posted at the trailhead. Rim to River and back is a very tough 14 miles. Obviously we weren't too worried about sickness or death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CYAkuSPWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/olPA0ODzwmI/s1600/DSCF3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 563px; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467537083253013858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CYAkuSPWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/olPA0ODzwmI/s320/DSCF3417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Park service does everything they can do discourage what we did. They will not provide info as to conditions or if water is or is not available. This is all to avoid risk or liability which now a days is a huge concern. Although I find it terribly ironic that at the cantina they sell rim to rim t-shirts (yes I bought one I earned it, twice) showing mileage and highlights. Concessions rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my opinion that if you are going to the North Rim and back there is less chance of illness or death. Because you are already out of your mind to think that you, could, should or would want to do such a thing. It was a great experience. I hope to be able to do it again. It was very tough and amazing. I am not fond of heights and it is the perfect place to tackle that fear head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Rim to North Rim to South Rim is 43 miles, Adam and I got done in about 14 hours. 3:45am - 5:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have Larry and Dorrel, they both got 22 miles in and are all cleaned up and happy to see me alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CXweBq4II/AAAAAAAAAKI/Tr7f1sg1RKc/s1600/DSCF3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467536806577365122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CXweBq4II/AAAAAAAAAKI/Tr7f1sg1RKc/s320/DSCF3523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-1458344888118825918?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1458344888118825918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2010/05/grand-canyon-rim-to-rim-to-rim-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/1458344888118825918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/1458344888118825918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2010/05/grand-canyon-rim-to-rim-to-rim-april.html' title='Grand Canyon Rim to Rim to Rim April 18th'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/S-CleJdCJaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KmHZ9ZV43UQ/s72-c/grandcanyon_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-690980253298094896</id><published>2009-09-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:02:44.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasatch 100 Mile Endurance run Sept 11-12th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day is about to begin. My buddy Wayne picks me up at 3:30 am to get to the bus pickup at 4am at the Marriott. We get there in time to load em up and move em out. We have all our gear, packs water bottles, drinks everything we think we need to get us to that first aid station. First of all everyone has to give me a little trouble about getting lost, the past two races and on one long training run I have gotten of course and put in a few extra “bonus” miles. Scott reminds me to watch for flagging, I of course say “flagging, what do you mean, I don’t know what that is” Gary tells me the race is in the bag for me, but will I be doing 105 or 110 miles? I am on a bus full of Comedians not runners. Then we are off on a nice comfy ride to the starting line in Kaysville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am start time Kaysville, UT&lt;br /&gt;261 runners in every shape, size, and form are ready to tackle 100 miles. With John Grobbens instructions we are off headed north up the trail. Wayne gets us a good start and we are in a group moving at a nice pace. Then all of the sudden someone yells “WRONG WAY” 30-40 of us have taken a wrong turn and went right instead of left. Oh no the “Troy” getting lost curse has followed me to Wasatch. Well at least it wasn’t me who made the wrong turn, we got it out of the way early, and we didn’t get too far up the wrong trail. I was just following everyone else in the dark. So Wayne and I along with everyone else, get back on the trail only to find we are now near the back and behind slower paced runners. It is a futile attempt to pass on the trail as it is too narrow to pass and “Chinscraper “is upon us. We are in a pack of about 20 runners as we make the ascent. Whomever is in the very front slips, nearly falls, sends a rock down, and brings the entire procession to a complete stop. All of the sudden we have traffic jam on a nearly vertical wall at the top of Chinscraper. I am looking to find something, anything to grab onto that is firmly attached, and there is nothing, so I try to keep my feet firmly planted to keep from backsliding down into Wayne or anyone else. I find a hand hold for a minute and after what seems like forever we get moving again and up over the top. Whew that was spooky! We get to Grobben’s corner at about mile 13, (a water only stop) fill up our bottles and head for Francis peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis Peak Aid (Mile 18.76) Larry is waiting and has everything ready for me. I am feeling really good and it is a beautiful day. Nearly 19 miles completed. Off to Bountiful B Aid (mile 23.95) I don’t remember much other than it was getting hot. The trail could have used some work but it was a good stretch. Wayne and I got into the aid station in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;Next up Sessions Lift Off (mile28.23) I wondered about the name but I know it is called that for a reason. It is a launch pad, you are low and you have to go high. There are 4 nasty climbs through brush and poor to nonexistent trail it is difficult and very unpleasant. I lose Wayne along here somewhere during the climbs, and then he catches and loses me. Lots of overgrowth made this section not only memorable, but something I would like to not like to experience again. We get to Swallow Rocks aid station (39.4) feeling really good Wayne catches me there we grab a Popsicle (yummy) fill our bottles and leave together. There is a climb out of Swallow rocks and Wayne tells me to go on up the climb. I am feeling bad about losing Wayne but feeling real good physically and run most of this section as it is slightly down hill. There is a slight breeze and it is hot so I take it easy and enjoy the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mountain (mile 39.4) there are tons of people cheering and cowbells clanging. WOW. Not what I expected. All the other aid stations just had a few volunteers. I weigh in; I am up a few pounds at 209, very good that means I have stayed hydrated. Larry grabs me gets me my stuff I slam an ensure, fill my bottles, grab some goodies from the aid station table, then I remember I need to pick up my pacer Kelly Snyder. I ask Larry where is Kelly? He says you got here faster than your projected time and he is in the bathroom, oops. So I wait a minute and there he is. I grab him and we get out of there. I see Wayne coming down the hill. Go Wayne. I am happy to have Kelly; we take out of there and get a going. It is a real nice stretch through here. We run the ridgeline for quite a ways. It is a long stretch between aid stations and I am out of water and starting to not feel too hot. Kelly keeps me going by giving me some of his. We get to the next aid station Alexander Ridge (mile 47.44) we fill up I get some bananas and food. Off we go. I am starting to feel better and we get moving. Kelly does a real good job of getting out in front of me and pulling me along. We talk, run and enjoy where we are. We go up over Rogers’s junction and can see Lambs Canyon. Trouble is it is 3 miles away. I hate seeing where I need to be, but knowing it will be a while before I get there. We can see that there are lots of cars and you can hear the people cheering. We need to get there before dark and we are cutting it close it is nearly 8 pm. I start to feel a little woozy again, but I stick with Kelly and I keep drinking and take my salt pills. Just as we get to the Lambs Canyon aid station (mile 53.13) I am starting to feel better. And wow, tons of people there, Carl, Larry, Arb, Shay, Steph and all of Wayne’s family to greet me. Shay promised to have ice cold Chocolate milk for me at the finish. How is that for motivation? Wayne is not far behind me, he comes in everyone gets to work on him. Larry goes to work I get new shoes, socks, shirt, eat some stuff, get my light, my hat, and some warm clothes. You would think this was NASCAR. Kelly gets me an ice cold PowerAde, I drink up, Wayne and I leave together with our pacers headed up Lambs canyon.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I start to climb up the canyon, I really am feeling good and the cool night air is a welcome change. We are on pavement for 1.67 miles then back on the trail. We get in the groove and start to power up, we settle into a good solid pace. It was really fun. As we come over Bare Bottom pass we can see the lights of the valley in the distance. Down Elbow Fork and we are back to a paved section in Millcreek canyon. The pavement is nice change and Kelly and I get after it. 3 paved miles later we arrive at Millcreek Upper Big Water trailhead (mile 61.68) at ten minutes to 11. There are tons of people again cheering. I get my warm clothes on it is 45 degrees. By the time I leave I am shivering cold. I thank Kelly, he was huge for me he kept me going when I was down, and pushed me hard when I was up. I could tell he wanted to continue with me, but he had put in 21 miles and it was time for me to make the switch. Many thanks to him for a fine job pacing me through a great section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got what I needed at the aid station and Vince my next pacer was ready to go. I arrived a little before projected time and so Vince didn’t even get to sit down before we were ready to go. This is a section of trail I know well from training here so often. I am very excited about it. I take Kelly’s advice and keep it steady. Vince and I make it to the Desolation Lake Aid (mile 66.93) it is 12:38 am and it is triage here, people asleep in sleeping bags, people all around the camp fire with their heads in their hands. I fill my bottles and get gone before it becomes contagious. We head up to Red Lovers Ridge, I pause and look up to the stars and remember to be thankful to be alive. It is dead quiet and surreal, a defining moment. I say goodbye to the lake and traverse to Scott’s pass aid at (mile 70.79) I pull in get some soup and it is amazing. I get one more cup of soup and we head down Puke hill to Guardsman pass and onto Brighton. Vince my pacer does a great job and we arrive at Brighton (mile 75.61) at 3:13am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the advice I got about Brighton aid was to get in and get out as fast as possible. It is warm inside and some people never leave. So I run in, let out a yell WOOOO! Weigh in at 204lbs, get my drop box, reload, refill, brush my teeth (thanks Mark Collman) wash my face, answer natures call and I am out of there with a yell in 10 minutes (just like NASCAR). I also pick up my next pacer Tommy Thiede. He asks are you ready, I say heck yeah let’s get up this mountain. We power up to Point Supreme (highest point on the course at 10,400) we get to the top and there is a guy hanging out cheering us on at 4 in the morning. Amazing and very cool. We head down to Ant Knolls aid and that is where I make a huge mistake. I sit down. I start to feel nauseous and think I am going to puke. I eat some crackers and anything else I think can to stifle this. Nothing works. I look at Tom and think I do not want to puke that will really mess things up I had just filled my tank. So I decide I have to get up and get going. I figure if I puke I puke, I got to get going. Not too long later, I am feeling good again. I tell Tommy, don’t let me sit down ever again, no more of that. We make it up the Grunt and get to Pole Line Pass Aid &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKjKIiyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zgOh7F7fGBc/s1600-h/R1-10A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382543899148560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKjKIiyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zgOh7F7fGBc/s320/R1-10A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(mile 83.39) I have friends working here and so I let out a yell, to let them know that runner 176 is here and he is hungry. I get my needs met, take a couple pictures, a hug from Colin and we are on our way. It is 6:28am and I am about to see the sun rise for the second time. I have been lapped by the sun. As we make our way to Rock Springs aid (mile 87.39) we are in some of the prettiest areas. We have a great view of the back side of Mt Timpanogos. Unfortunately the fun is about to end. Up next we have the Plunge and the Dive. Two very nasty downhill sections that are just plain no fun, motorcycles have been using the area as a widow maker hill climb training area and the trail is a rut filled with rocks and flour type dirt. I fall many times try to break my ankle many more times and eventually we make it to Pot Bottom aid (mile 93.13) it is 9:44am. I am starting to feel some real fatigue, up to this point I have been upbeat and motivated, so I refill my bottles get some encouragement and Grandmas cookies from Olaf and head up out of there. I start to think that I may not get done, I am hurting more than ever, my feet are trashed and I can tell I have some blisters in areas that I have not had before. But I let Tom pull me down the hill it is a rocky piece of road that is not helping my state of mind; it is a slog towards the Maze. We get in the Maze and it is like we will never get out, I hear golfers and can tell we are close to the pavement, but it seems to take forever to get to the road. Then I realize, as I get to the pavement, that I am going to finish, I am going to drag my worn out feet and butt to the finish and we do just that. I run the last ½ mile and finish my first 100 mile run at 30 hours 59 minutes. Un-freaking believable. I shake John Grobben’s hand and I thank him for a very well organized event, it was exactly as described, “100 miles of Heaven and Hell”. Words cannot accurately describe what happened or how I feel. Happy sore muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKjfGruRcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jZ9eNgbZ6VE/s1600-h/DSC02748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382544259426436546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKjfGruRcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jZ9eNgbZ6VE/s320/DSC02748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-690980253298094896?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/690980253298094896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasatch-100-mile-endurance-run-sept-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/690980253298094896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/690980253298094896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasatch-100-mile-endurance-run-sept-11.html' title='Wasatch 100 Mile Endurance run Sept 11-12th'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKjKIiyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zgOh7F7fGBc/s72-c/R1-10A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-3444941074527603201</id><published>2009-09-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:54:33.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katcina Mosa 100K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Katcina Mosa 100K. What a day. 20 Hours 75 ish miles, 17,510 of elevation. You say 100K is not 75 miles it is 62 miles. And you are right, but if you get off course and follow someone elses orange markers for a ways, you can make a 100K into a 75 mile run without too much trouble and that is what I did. Here are some photos from the the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is headed up to Lightening Ridge, right in the middle top is where I am headed. 2500’ of elevation in 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcudJg-6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7aqSERtv-Sw/s1600-h/R1-14A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536826573618082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcudJg-6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7aqSERtv-Sw/s320/R1-14A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKc9QqJyWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C4hbUzua8zo/s1600-h/R1-19A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537080918886754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKc9QqJyWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C4hbUzua8zo/s320/R1-19A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Lightening Ridge, tons of flowers it was a beautiful morning, #35 never saw me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcx4HL_DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IwuwFq08JEQ/s1600-h/R1-15A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536885351218226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcx4HL_DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IwuwFq08JEQ/s320/R1-15A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKc18mDeKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTDP-77MxWw/s1600-h/R1-16A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536955273902242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKc18mDeKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTDP-77MxWw/s320/R1-16A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to make the traverse across the ridge, sun’s coming up looking north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKce6YJsWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yCV7rRT6-Fk/s1600-h/R1-10A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536559541727586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKce6YJsWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yCV7rRT6-Fk/s320/R1-10A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail heading north, dropped down into the saddle and then it was a downhill slide to Big Springs aid station at mile 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcmHp2t7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F1Gj3CDW7M4/s1600-h/R1-12A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536683364726706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcmHp2t7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F1Gj3CDW7M4/s320/R1-12A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down, back side of Lightening ridge, Big Springs here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdszexLiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/22F0xhPpgNw/s1600-h/R1-+9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537897720229410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdszexLiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/22F0xhPpgNw/s320/R1-+9A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed up towards Windy Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdhTCWFHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TkEnyC_8yoI/s1600-h/R1-+6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537700032517234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdhTCWFHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TkEnyC_8yoI/s320/R1-+6A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne giving me the big thumbs up! Windy pass is in our sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdWdhOWZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UAU0gLnu3jk/s1600-h/R1-+1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537513867827602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdWdhOWZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UAU0gLnu3jk/s320/R1-+1A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to get this climb done. Looking pretty good for 30 miles under my belt. What a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdL5jSEXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yhw7YxLpg-s/s1600-h/R1-+2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537332414091634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdL5jSEXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yhw7YxLpg-s/s320/R1-+2A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking towards the back side of Mt Timpanogos we started down in the meadow, 3200’ vertical and 5 miles ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdIOdP0dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f1frqmc8DmQ/s1600-h/R1-+0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537269306446290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKdIOdP0dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f1frqmc8DmQ/s320/R1-+0A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go. A picture near Dry fork, this is where we got of course 62 just wasn’t enough for a couple of over achievers like Wayne and I. 75 miles is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcawHUouI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TKCsmEC0ygg/s1600-h/R1-00A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536488067310306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcawHUouI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TKCsmEC0ygg/s320/R1-00A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at the finish with John Bozung the race director who organized this debacle. Finisher !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcRG_L_EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_514LevyMUs/s1600-h/DSCF1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536322408512578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcRG_L_EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_514LevyMUs/s320/DSCF1287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I what my dirt tan looked like once I peeled all my clothes away. It was worse than it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcVQK4eCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SlzuW4_L6zQ/s1600-h/DSCF1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536393592961058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcVQK4eCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SlzuW4_L6zQ/s320/DSCF1288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what a pair of legs and feet look like after 20 hours and 75 miles. Sexy! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcM1r1y_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/bKSo-Pkaz_0/s1600-h/DSCF1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536249044487154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcM1r1y_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/bKSo-Pkaz_0/s320/DSCF1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-3444941074527603201?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3444941074527603201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/katcina-mosa-100k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/3444941074527603201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/3444941074527603201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/katcina-mosa-100k.html' title='Katcina Mosa 100K'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKcudJg-6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7aqSERtv-Sw/s72-c/R1-14A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-1244257706057034369</id><published>2009-09-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:27:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasatch Speedgoat 50 K</title><content type='html'>This race is touted by it's creator as "the toughest 50K in the US". And I believe it. With all the elevation and topping Hidden Peak (11,200) twice, there is no disputing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am slip sliding away using my size 12's for ski's. It was that kind of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKa7LK5caI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pW7AWu5dXmY/s1600-h/SG+09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382534846062621090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKa7LK5caI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pW7AWu5dXmY/s320/SG+09-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a excpetionally beautiful Mountain course with great views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKbNXUbo_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/kzgwtkMK7Lo/s1600-h/SG+09-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382535158561481714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKbNXUbo_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/kzgwtkMK7Lo/s320/SG+09-6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day and I was happy to finish under 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKawGcz7bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bDnoTgGi2Ys/s1600-h/SG+09-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKZglOpkMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jJ_LLmIV2C8/s1600-h/426566-R1-020-8A_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382533289689583810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKZglOpkMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jJ_LLmIV2C8/s320/426566-R1-020-8A_010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-1244257706057034369?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1244257706057034369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasatch-speedgoat-50-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/1244257706057034369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/1244257706057034369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasatch-speedgoat-50-k.html' title='Wasatch Speedgoat 50 K'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SrKa7LK5caI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pW7AWu5dXmY/s72-c/SG+09-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-2449882701673125826</id><published>2009-06-08T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:18:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squaw Peak 50 Miler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squaw Peak 50 Mile June 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345521495703440162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8beoKeSyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/psFNRNQK74w/s320/426566-R1-054-25A_024.jpg" /&gt;I was very excited for this race. Having 14,000 of uphill elevation and some very serious climbs. I saw it as a warm up for Wasatch. So I was prepared for a tough day. Little did I know I was in for a humbling experience. Here is a view of Provo and Utah lake looking west about mile 7 outside of the #2 aid station at Hope CG. I had sprained my ankle on the river trail at about mile 1 and was really not in the best of spirits. It was a real tough break and I was tempted to go back to the car and call it a day. But since I had come with Scott I had no keys and it would do me no good to sit and wait at the finish. So I went after it. It was quite painful for the next 10 miles and it never seemed to loosen up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8csKs99kI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G0HZ9P8Od_8/s1600-h/426566-R1-048-22A_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522827824854594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8csKs99kI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G0HZ9P8Od_8/s320/426566-R1-048-22A_021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8dTyIorII/AAAAAAAAAEo/-ZyDZF1iavM/s1600-h/426566-R1-038-17A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523508424780930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8dTyIorII/AAAAAAAAAEo/-ZyDZF1iavM/s320/426566-R1-038-17A_019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was all single track trail and it was real tough to run the downhill. I took some vitamin I and stayed on it. Here is a view from Aid Station #3 at mile 15.6. There was a long downhill section here and it was very rocky, I struggled all the way to Aid station #5 at Mile 21. We then had a section of pavement up Hobblecreek Canyon and it was a gift for my ankle, I was able to run the pavement and loosen things up a bit. When we got to Lower River Aid station #6 at Mile 26.5. I was feeling pretty good and the ankle was not so tight and painful. I hammered the uphill knowing that I had to get to get to Aid station #8 before 2:30 pm to make the hard cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Aid station #7 at mile 29.5.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-320PY2UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OhyGzov1rLw/s1600-h/426566-R1-034-15A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345693435076073794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-320PY2UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OhyGzov1rLw/s320/426566-R1-034-15A_017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a drop bag here and so I reloaded with my amino and GU and got on my way as quickly as I could. It was 12:15 and I had a hour and forty five minutes to make the 2:30 pm cutoff but it was only 4 miles away I knew I could make it with time to spare. I knew it would be a tough haul because the second half of the course is tougher than the first half and elevation would be an issue as we were going to be near 9800' for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right out of the aid station the trail got real tough, but it only lasted for about 3/4 of mile&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-33RS_1YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fw9CDYxu8Mk/s1600-h/426566-R1-032-14A_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345693442875839874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-33RS_1YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fw9CDYxu8Mk/s320/426566-R1-032-14A_016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to the Little Valley Aid Station at mile 33.5 at 1:45 45 minutes before the cutoff and I was feeling pretty good the ankle was sore but runable and I refilled my bottles and got on my way. Larry Emery was there and he was doing well also. I hooked up with another runner and we took out of there headed for the worst part of the course Windy Pass. We settled into a good pace and were moving along well. All of the sudden we came to a T in the trail and we had to go left or right. But there were no flags indicating which way we were to go. We had gotten off course, and now we had to back track and see where we went off. We headed back down everything we came up and according to Bobs GPS. It was a mile and half out of the way, so we turned a 7 mile section into a 10 mile section between aid stations. We got back to the trail and came up on the sweep crew, we were DFL (dead freaking last) they thought they had all the runners in front of them. We explained that we were stupid and got of course. I asked if they had any water to spare and got a little, I was down to 2 bottles and I knew I was going to need 3 to get over Windy. Bob and I kept plugging along and passed quite a few folks, some not doing so well others just like us cruising along. It seemed to take forever to get to the bottom of Win&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-7Z1YA2uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DWYimYNw0W0/s1600-h/426566-R1-024-10A_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697335210990306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-7Z1YA2uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DWYimYNw0W0/s320/426566-R1-024-10A_012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dy Pass. Bob took a food break and I continued on knowing that he would catch me on the downhill side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo shows Windy pass in the distance we followed the snow line up and around. It was a very difficult climb. One guy called it "puke hill" I didn't puke on the hill. I waited till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-3He2pPaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uoo1scnFt_U/s1600-h/426566-R1-018-7A_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345692621881294242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-3He2pPaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uoo1scnFt_U/s320/426566-R1-018-7A_009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are on the downhill side of Windy Pass headed for Aid Station #9 at mile 41 by the time I got there I was in pretty bad shape feeling sick and I knew I was dehydrated. Jim Skaggs was manning the station and had some ginger chews and I chewed on one got my bottles full and got out of there. I took some S-caps and drank a full bottle of water. I was feeling pretty good and I knew I needed some GU. So I rip out a GU and do the usual sip and run, then all of the sudden I am going to puke, and I do, all the water and GU and S-caps are now on the trail. I am in big trouble. Bob takes a S-cap and cracks it open and puts it on my tongue. That seems to help and so I go back to sipping water and take a couple more S-caps. We get going and I am feeling okay not good but okay. I slow some and let Bob go as he is much faster than I am on the downhill. I wish him luck and tell him I will see him at the finish. I go about another mile and I am feeling real bad again. I don't dare take any GU and I am out of S-caps. So I stop sit down and I take my last bottle of water and mix up some Amino, then take some small sips as I try to get going again. I remember that in our goodie bags they gave us some electrolyte strips, so I take a couple and I sip my Amino, take a couple Ibuprofen and after a mile or so. I am feeling normal again. But now I am out of water again and not sure where the aid station is. So I very conservatively run till I hear Troy! And Scotty K is at the aid station, so I run in as fast I can get my bottles full again &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si--VAOFREI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DtqzRtw3Cw0/s1600-h/426566-R1-006-1A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700550757663810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si--VAOFREI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DtqzRtw3Cw0/s320/426566-R1-006-1A_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here I am leaving Aid Station #10 Mile 46.9 or 49.9 for me because of the scenic detour. I am feeling real good even though my eyes are closed in the photo. I am not terribly photogenic at this point in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the finish running the last 3 or so miles feeling really pretty good. What an amazing change from where I was not too long ago. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-_C_XBWaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3rqRxfqjkaM/s1600-h/426566-R1-002-00A_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701340800702882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si-_C_XBWaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3rqRxfqjkaM/s320/426566-R1-002-00A_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at the finish explaining how Bob and I got 53 miles in&lt;br /&gt;instead of the recommended 50. It was a very wild day, with many ups and downs. I am humbled by the experience and it really was a test as to whether I can even begin to think about tackling 100 miles. You find that little mistakes can be very costly. 3 extra miles cost me big. Had I not made that detour I beleive I would not have gotten sick and would have been done hours sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-2449882701673125826?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2449882701673125826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/06/squaw-peak-50-miler.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2449882701673125826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2449882701673125826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/06/squaw-peak-50-miler.html' title='Squaw Peak 50 Miler'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si8beoKeSyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/psFNRNQK74w/s72-c/426566-R1-054-25A_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-4486161337339434465</id><published>2009-05-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:27:42.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapper Joe 50K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2QRYy7nUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eokE-XZnYcE/s1600-h/Sap+Joe+Pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2QGRagrDI/AAAAAAAAACw/KhEXbWr1M3E/s1600-h/Sap+Joe+pic+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sapper Joe 50K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2P1Xr60uI/AAAAAAAAACo/NB6mEbkNnpc/s1600-h/Sap+Joe+Pic+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345086479812711138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2P1Xr60uI/AAAAAAAAACo/NB6mEbkNnpc/s320/Sap+Joe+Pic+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! What a wild course. First of all the Sapper Joe 50K is a trail run that is ran/run at the Camp Williams Army National Guard base south of Salt Lake. It is a very scenic and difficult course that we were told is about 70% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;runnable&lt;/span&gt;. I think that is being awfully generous. We started right out of the parade grounds and up a firebreak for the first 5 miles and we covered 1200' in elevation. Straight up and straight down. I fell twice and did the one cheek sneak down a rocky incline. Fun. Once I got my feet back under me and going again. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt; toed the rest of the hill and got back in the game. The next 6 were a little more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;runnable&lt;/span&gt; with a little gravel road stretch that helped me regain my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;. A very scenic and pretty course. I expect to see lots of destroyed ground, being that we were running through the impact area and were told to not pickup any "shiny objects". All I saw were lots of oaks, and wild flowers. The profile lived up to its description there were many nasty ups with lots of loose rocks all over. I hooked up with my new best friend Tom and we ran the last 17 together and it was real nice to have him along for the ride. The last five miles was truly all downhill and the one totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;runnable&lt;/span&gt; section of trail. This was a very well organized race, all the aid stations had ice cold water, tons to eat and the Guard guys were awesome. That was huge on a day like we had. My goal was to stay hydrated and not puke, and with the help of the Succeed Amino and S-Caps I was able to get it done without hitch. I felt great and stayed strong through the whole race. I know now that if I stay focused and drink like I did during this race I will be fine at SP50 in two weeks. One more step towards getting it done at Wasatch. There are pictures to follow once I get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-4486161337339434465?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4486161337339434465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/05/sapper-joe-50k.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/4486161337339434465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/4486161337339434465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/05/sapper-joe-50k.html' title='Sapper Joe 50K'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2P1Xr60uI/AAAAAAAAACo/NB6mEbkNnpc/s72-c/Sap+Joe+Pic+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-7486649305518847091</id><published>2009-05-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:37:27.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2SlgTv7OI/AAAAAAAAADA/GYjqEOBCIiQ/s1600-h/Ogden+09+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345089505784229090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2SlgTv7OI/AAAAAAAAADA/GYjqEOBCIiQ/s320/Ogden+09+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick Race report about the Ogden Marathon. I had hopes of a PR at Ogden and went out hard and ready to do just that. I was 1:51 at the half and felt real good till about 22 and then, I just didn't have the legs. I know my weakness was lack of speedwork and know what I need to do. That is the challenge I have as I train for the Wasatch 100 I have to balance the long and slow with the short and faster. So I have a plan in mind and we will see if I reap the benefits. Ogden is a great race and course. The weather was perfect and I am happy with a 4:02, I was 4:05 last year so improvement is improvement. I will post some photos as I get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-7486649305518847091?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7486649305518847091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/05/ogden-marathon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/7486649305518847091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/7486649305518847091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/05/ogden-marathon.html' title='Ogden Marathon'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/Si2SlgTv7OI/AAAAAAAAADA/GYjqEOBCIiQ/s72-c/Ogden+09+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-6491698303682799495</id><published>2009-04-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:33:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>The Moab Half marathon was my wife Kandi's first 1/2 marathon on the farthest she had run. She did awesome at 1:50:46. It was a great day and tons of fun. She had a bunch of ladies from the neighborhood run and everyone finished well. I was just along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the runners/finishers! Troy, Kim, Tari, Cherie, Jenni, and my wife Kandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCKCRwnb_I/AAAAAAAAACg/NAYtE0VvsKY/s1600-h/Moab+half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327910130910982130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCKCRwnb_I/AAAAAAAAACg/NAYtE0VvsKY/s320/Moab+half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-6491698303682799495?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6491698303682799495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/04/moab-half-marathon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/6491698303682799495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/6491698303682799495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/04/moab-half-marathon.html' title='Moab Half Marathon'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCKCRwnb_I/AAAAAAAAACg/NAYtE0VvsKY/s72-c/Moab+half.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-2730526208822672936</id><published>2009-04-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:35:11.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake Marathon April 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>A little stroll through the Salt Lake Valley. This would be my friend Scott's first marathon and I volunteered to help him make it a successful finish. And that is exactly what we did. It was a great day for a run temps in the 40's at the start and nearly 70 at the finish. We had some friends with us, Keith Jensen was back in the run for his first marathon in 10 years and Scotty K was going for the Salt Lake double, he started at the finish at 2 am and ran to the start and was looking down the barrell of 52.4 miles and yes he got it done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few pictures of the event. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtHCxweI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uK7KPawZnLo/s1600-h/SLM+2009+Keith+Troy+Scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327904269698974178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtHCxweI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uK7KPawZnLo/s320/SLM+2009+Keith+Troy+Scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith, Scott and Troy feeling real good at mile 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtQiUZHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ti_BaM7kn2w/s320/SLM+Scott+K+2009+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott Kunz 50 miles into a 52.4 mile day what an animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtJW1DcI/AAAAAAAAACA/LZaYCoeWWxY/s1600-h/SLM+2009+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327904270319947202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtJW1DcI/AAAAAAAAACA/LZaYCoeWWxY/s320/SLM+2009+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just me, rocking along at mile 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtokaxpI/AAAAAAAAACY/nT70egp8pu0/s1600-h/SLM+2009+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327904278698444434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtokaxpI/AAAAAAAAACY/nT70egp8pu0/s320/SLM+2009+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtf7BtMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yN9YWSePs1Q/s1600-h/SLM+2009+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberty Park mile 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtf7BtMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yN9YWSePs1Q/s1600-h/SLM+2009+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327904276377351362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtf7BtMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yN9YWSePs1Q/s320/SLM+2009+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the finish line 4:12:18 not a bad first marathon. Great Job Scott! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-2730526208822672936?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2730526208822672936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/04/salt-lake-marathon-april-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2730526208822672936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2730526208822672936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/04/salt-lake-marathon-april-18-2009.html' title='Salt Lake Marathon April 18, 2009'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SfCEtHCxweI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uK7KPawZnLo/s72-c/SLM+2009+Keith+Troy+Scott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-2780804687112310955</id><published>2009-03-31T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:06:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finisher Video Antelope Island 50 Miler</title><content type='html'>Finisher Video at the Antelope Island Buffalo run 50 Miler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I running into the finish. My first 50 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fd94ff50665a672" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fd94ff50665a672%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152F1BF17557D0A0ACF0FBA9A5C318D1E1993F23.33E77E7E020806222CE4B71B27A99656A001CC27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fd94ff50665a672%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYczTGi9McKKuWRwhujBnAc-d7E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fd94ff50665a672%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152F1BF17557D0A0ACF0FBA9A5C318D1E1993F23.33E77E7E020806222CE4B71B27A99656A001CC27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fd94ff50665a672%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYczTGi9McKKuWRwhujBnAc-d7E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this video illustrates what happens if you don't make Mr Electrolyte your friend. This shouldn't be part of your race plan. Watch, enjoy, and hopefully learn from my suffering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de02ffd8060a4f6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde02ffd8060a4f6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22F66FFED3F39AA76719DA0C0FBAB313B02352AA.489966E5F1F6A5FDD65B9A5122631959679E163F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde02ffd8060a4f6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCv_QSGlgAcA3Ly8P6oMJ6ZLFsLs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde02ffd8060a4f6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22F66FFED3F39AA76719DA0C0FBAB313B02352AA.489966E5F1F6A5FDD65B9A5122631959679E163F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde02ffd8060a4f6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCv_QSGlgAcA3Ly8P6oMJ6ZLFsLs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-2780804687112310955?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fd94ff50665a672&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de02ffd8060a4f6d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2780804687112310955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/finisher-video-antelope-island-50-miler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2780804687112310955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2780804687112310955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/finisher-video-antelope-island-50-miler.html' title='Finisher Video Antelope Island 50 Miler'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-5932751919375846725</id><published>2009-03-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:07:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antelope Island Buffalo Run 50 Miler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antelope Island Buffalo Run 50 Miler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is "whew"! That was a long run. Here are a few shots of my first 50 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEg5GPJuWI/AAAAAAAAABw/aJPzilnqD2I/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319068800200063330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEg5GPJuWI/AAAAAAAAABw/aJPzilnqD2I/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on the Elephant Head Trail section of the run about mile 10 (notice the smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEeGjyc_oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kDlVLmZbaDs/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319065732936171138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEeGjyc_oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kDlVLmZbaDs/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little farther down the trail at about mile 21 (smile fading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEdM-kCPhI/AAAAAAAAABI/w8cxJSAgRi8/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319064743691042322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEdM-kCPhI/AAAAAAAAABI/w8cxJSAgRi8/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smile, but feeling real good. Pretty day, nice course. Mile 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEeyBxmLOI/AAAAAAAAABY/qPmw68EO0YE/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319066479720017122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEeyBxmLOI/AAAAAAAAABY/qPmw68EO0YE/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to refuel at the Aid station Mile 27.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEfgr-JcsI/AAAAAAAAABg/NF0yivsgN_Y/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319067281320932034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEfgr-JcsI/AAAAAAAAABg/NF0yivsgN_Y/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 40. Just moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEgZvhr08I/AAAAAAAAABo/Q1yKFlDRie8/s1600-h/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319068261527835586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEgZvhr08I/AAAAAAAAABo/Q1yKFlDRie8/s320/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here at about Mile 48, the wheels are still on, and I am still pushing to be done. Mr Electrolyte and I have not been close enough friends. Not too long after this shot I blow chunks. Electrolytes are your friends. Hows that for a learning experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do however finish a very well organized 50 mile run at Antelope Island smack dab in the middle of the Great Salt Lake. Great weather great people. Specail thanks to Scott Kunz for the photos and pacing. I am forever indebted to you for your patience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all I expected it to be and much more. I learned a lot and look forward to my next 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-5932751919375846725?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5932751919375846725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/antelope-island-buffalo-run-50-miler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/5932751919375846725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/5932751919375846725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/antelope-island-buffalo-run-50-miler.html' title='Antelope Island Buffalo Run 50 Miler'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SdEg5GPJuWI/AAAAAAAAABw/aJPzilnqD2I/s72-c/Antelope+Island+50+Mile+Run+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-6061726083575571110</id><published>2009-03-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:18:49.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, never, never give up</title><content type='html'>Here is an article that I had saved on my computer, I regret not knowing whom to give credit to. It is however not written by me and I get no credit for it nor do I want any, just spreading the good word. I am sure I came across it while surfing the web and saved it for future motivational reading. I really like the point it makes. I hope we can all follow the advice given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have frequently read about Winston Churchill's final speech. He was in his 90's, in very poor health, and had agreed to speak to his former high school pupils. On the day, when introduced in glowing terms, Winston Churchill slowly made his way to the podium, looked at the assembly and said, "Never give up; never, never, never give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quotation you will find in many books and often used in training manuals and by motivational speakers seeking to inspire their audience. Winston Churchill spoke from a position of age and experience. There were many times throughout the course of his long-lived life that it seemed all over for him. In 1940, in the darkest days of World War II when Britain stood alone, he became the Prime Minister. His sentiment then, and later in life, was never to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begs the question never give up on exactly what? I intuitively know he means never give up trying, but upon personal reflection it's about never giving up hope. When you buy a book on self-improvement, on well being, or on weight loss, you are not buying a solution, you are buying the hope that the changes you seek may be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read about an experiment where 40 mice were put in an aquarium tank with no way to climb out. After two hours, whilst they paddled on the surface, 20 were removed at random and were then put in space where they could dry off and eat. They were then tagged and returned to the aquarium and left there. It was noted that the mice that had never been taken out of the tank, drowned within a few hours, but the mice that had been given a chance to dry and eat, continued in some cases up to three days before they drowned. The conclusion was that the mice who were taken out of the tank returned to the aquarium with the hope that they could survive, the hope that they could get out again. The other mice tired and without hope or a positive expectation – gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know several high altitude mountaineers and explorers and others who have been in survival experiences. They all agree that once hope is removed, it's very easy to give up, and at that point dying becomes the likely outcome. There are books that recount people who defied the odds and survived when the situation seemed hopeless; when their companions simply gave up and quickly passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you told yourself, "That's not fair," and the feeling of being a victim of circumstances made you feel like giving up? Not too often, I hope. If you focus on the negative aspects of the past or the present, it's easy to imagine that nothing will change. It's also the perfect reason why you must focus on a positive future, take actions that give you the hope and belief that things are going to be great, and never, never, never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-6061726083575571110?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6061726083575571110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-never-never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/6061726083575571110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/6061726083575571110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-never-never-give-up.html' title='Never, never, never give up'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-2552114726829229905</id><published>2009-02-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:49:37.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Red Hot 50K+</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SaQLWEPXw2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZTMdhbNLtdk/s1600-h/Moab+red+hot+50K+2009-02-15_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306378734672528226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SaQLWEPXw2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZTMdhbNLtdk/s320/Moab+red+hot+50K+2009-02-15_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On February 14th Valentines day (yes can you believe that? Cupid was not present, he's not a runner) I got to run the Moab Red Hot 50K+. The plus is there because it is 3 miles farther than a regular 50K (31 miles) so this was a 34 mile event and it was a beauty. As you can see from the photo it was a perfect day to run. We ran Gemini Bridges road to Metal Masher trail, to Gold Bar rim trail, Golden spike to Poison Spider. Very tough trails and one of the most scenic runs I have ever had. It was a great day of running I felt good and best of all I had a great time and kept my spirits up and not once did I get down and feel emotionally drained. A lot times in long races I have gotten discouraged because of time goals or not feeling great. In this race I felt good physically and mentally. I didn't run terribly fast 7:18, but the terrain was insane, I had not trained for such craziness. There were times we were literally scrambling up nearly sheer slickrock faces, and bombing down 60 degree downhills, if there was level section, it was sand. And it was a blast. Here I am on a real nice stretch of Gold Bar rim trail. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SaQNfJQodGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JvaEiNdrZgA/s1600-h/Moab+red+hot+50K+2009-02-15_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306381089662071906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SaQNfJQodGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JvaEiNdrZgA/s320/Moab+red+hot+50K+2009-02-15_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-2552114726829229905?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2552114726829229905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/02/moab-red-hot-50k.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2552114726829229905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/2552114726829229905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/02/moab-red-hot-50k.html' title='Moab Red Hot 50K+'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SaQLWEPXw2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZTMdhbNLtdk/s72-c/Moab+red+hot+50K+2009-02-15_0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-3437029339685497890</id><published>2009-02-24T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:48:12.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasatch 100</title><content type='html'>It is final my name has been pulled from the hat and I have been selected to run in the Wasatch 100 mile endurance run. I am very excited, scared and cautious. Now pretty much all the events I am planning on doing will be in preparation for the Wasatch event. I have to prepare mentally and physically for the demand that will be put on me. I know it will be very, very hard, but I know I can get it done. My friend Scott also got in, it will be his third.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-3437029339685497890?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3437029339685497890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/02/wasatch-100.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/3437029339685497890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/3437029339685497890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/02/wasatch-100.html' title='Wasatch 100'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-5936816339504563838</id><published>2009-01-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:44:26.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Goals</title><content type='html'>As I look forward and see 2009 looming before me, I ponder my goals for the upcoming year. I am not one for resolutions, but I do like to make improvements on what I have learned. 2008 was too much fun and I really learned a lot about myself and what I can do if I want to. I also saw areas for improvement, and recognize that I need to make goals this year to be a better person, runner and cyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at all the events I could participate in, the list is seemingly endless. I am already signed up for a couple of very challenging events. These are part of my goals this year. As part of this trek to self improvement I decided to send off my entry to the Wasatch Front 100 mile endurance run. Not totally certain I will be selected to participate in this event, I am going to apply for it anyway. To me this is the ultimate test of will and phsyical challenge. The thought of it scares me, plain and simple, I get a lump in my stomach thinking about taking it on. But I also believe I can get it done. The preparation is a little worrisome as it will take time and committment from me. Time is always a luxury these days. So that brings the first goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance- Moderation in all things we are told. This will be a challenge as I want to do everything. For me to accomplish this goal I will have to allot time for all in my life. Most importantly my kids and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work- I want to be the best I can be and learn much in my new employ. 2009 will be year for all of this, there are changes a coming and I want to be able to be the best employee I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal growth- Through training, dedication and positive actions, my goal is to be a better athlete, husband and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is enough for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now which races to run? There are just not enough days in the year. I want it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-5936816339504563838?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5936816339504563838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-wasatch-100.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/5936816339504563838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/5936816339504563838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-wasatch-100.html' title='2009 Goals'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-7445208209088643904</id><published>2008-12-19T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:36:57.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frazz'/><title type='text'>Christmas present to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SUu9Q5SYVfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OFxIP1wbsk/s1600-h/Frazz+Dec+25.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281523085975508466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SUu9Q5SYVfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OFxIP1wbsk/s320/Frazz+Dec+25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frazz is one of my favorite comics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jef Mallett is a runner and Triathlete. He has this one right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give yourself a present Christmas morning and go out for a nice quiet run. Some of my most memorable runs have been early morning, first through the snow runs. The quiet stillness is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903580608755838730-7445208209088643904?l=longtallandslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7445208209088643904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-present-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/7445208209088643904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903580608755838730/posts/default/7445208209088643904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longtallandslow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-present-to-me.html' title='Christmas present to me'/><author><name>Tallwoodguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885402341233883256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88GXhhrCPFc/SUu9Q5SYVfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OFxIP1wbsk/s72-c/Frazz+Dec+25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903580608755838730.post-9123570405309644378</id><published>2008-12-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:47:37.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><title type='text'>2008 11 marathons!</title><content type='html'>In this world today we seldom have real challenges that test who we really are. I have found that by getting out there and doing battle with myself while running and cycling, I learn about who I am and in turn I grow because of the experience. 2008 was an amazing year for me. I embarked on a unplanned journey of 11 marathons in 10 months. Prior to this year I had run a combined 5 marathons in two years, only one of which went very well. This blog seems a way to share some of my experiences and hopefully encourage others to move off the couch and get out and test themselves in whatever way they see fit. I chose running with a little cycling mixed in. The marathon distance is certainly a test where anything can happen even when you are prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 marathons! You have to be thinking that is crazy, in my defense, I did not sit down and think to myself, "I want to run 11 marathons in 10 months that sounds really fun!". Any sane person who has participated in and finished one marathon understands the strain that distance puts on your body. I would like to provide a little history on how this all shook out. I tell people "it just kind of happened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I signed up for the Utah Grand Slam. I thought it a worthy goal of 4 marathons in Utah in a year. So in prep for that year (2007). So I ran Odgen, Deseret News and Park City marathons. At Ogden Ihad a bad experience, ran poorly, ate poorly, hydrated poorly and I got sick and threw up at the finish line (finished poorly puking is poor form) I had set and unrealistic goal to run sub 4 and ran a 4:20. At Des News, I got thoroughly punished, the downhill pummeled me into submission, any hope of sub 4 was left at the bottom of Emigration canyon. I trained poorly, no downhill training. Had my car been parked at Rice Eccles stadium I would have got in and when home, never to run again I was feeling so bad. Instead I suffered through the last 6 and finished at 4:40. This Grand Slam thing was not going well, actually poorly. I stuck with it and ran Park City, and much to my surprise, I neither threw up or found lead weights in my legs. I finished at 4:25 and felt good and was proud to have run the whole race. St George was next, but much to my suprise, my daughter announced her upcoming marriage and the date was the same weekend as the St George marathon. So what could I do, I put my Grand Slam and sub 4 goal aside to support my oldest in her pursuit of marriage. There would always be 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so 2008. After the wedding I started training with a new found friend and crazy runner Scott Kunz. Who is much more experienced and has many, many marathons, ultras and a couple Wasatch 100's under his belt. You should always run with someone faster than you. Not but not someone who is crazier than you are, peer pressure is a nasty thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started 2008 with the Buffalo Run 50K and had a great race, ran well, felt as good as you can in such and event. I was 50 minutes faster than 2007 and it was great experience. I was hooked and wanting run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had the Salt Lake Marathon, sub 4 goal time. Scott had a Sub 3 goal. We were ready. I was on pace and things were going well til mile 18. I cramped up in my left ham and I knew if I stopped I would be done, so I battled and fought through the cramp and finished 4:04. I was dissapointed but happy to have finished. And I learned I could run with a cramp, and that I needed more electrolytes in my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up Ogden Marathon first race in the Grand Slam, again sub 4 goal Scott along to pace me. We are cruising along but again I have not hydrated well and I am short a bunch of electrolytes and about mile 24 I start seeing little blue men realizing I am severely dehydrated and in trouble. I fight through it and with Scotts help, finish 4:05. And don't throw up at the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure for June I will go to Bear Lake for the 1st annual Bear Lake Marathon. Scott is off running somewherea and I am on my own. This course flat and fast. Still looking for that ever elusive sub 4 goal. It is a great day, perfect weather and I am running well and feeling great. I am 1:50 at the half, eating and drinking well I am on my way to my goal. Then about 14-15 (I can't remember) as I go to tiptoe across a cattle guard, I step and slip through the cattle guard and twist out and fall (luckily) right on my butt. Of course there are witness I was not far from the next water stop. I try to get up and recover my composure, yes I can run and chew gum at the same time. Bad news is my knee is tweaked and I am gimping around. The folks at the water stop help me along and I am worried I have done something real bad. EMT want so to keep me but I keep moving and do the walk run thing till about 19 and I get back going again stiff knee and all. I finish in 4:30 Every race has a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, my nemisis the Deserest News Marathon, I have no sub 4 goal this day, I am treating this as a training run and I want to be faster than last years 4:40 and finish. Scott and I run to a 4:23 finish feeling pretty good and glad I trained well enough to not let the course pummel me into submission again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23 is Park City second race of the Grand Slam, again I have no real goal other than to beat last years time, Scott is along for the ride again to encourage and push me along. The race goes relatively well but I struggle about mile 22 I just plain don't feel like doing this anymore. I quit the pity party and get going again and finish at 4:25 seconds slower than last year. Oh well I finished and I am glad. More learning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 30 I let Scott talk me into doing the Grand Teton Trail marathon 1 week after Park City. What? I know crazy, crazy crazy. So we burn up there late on a Saturday night for a Sunday race. Spectacular race, very tough, lots of up, lots of down. My goal is to finish 5 1/2-6 hours. We are bebopping along about mile 10 I am getting a lesson in downhill running technique and it is going well. That is until I stop paying attention to the trail. And I promise this was only for about a second, and bam I catch a toe on a rock and I go down hard in a nifty little pile of granite boulders. OUCH The good news I am okay, I haven't cracked my melon on a boulder, I am bloody, dirty and all but no real race stopping damage. I wash off some dirt and get going. Little did I know blood will get you lots of attention at the water stops, something I don't suggest you try but may work to pick up chicks. We battle through a course that is very tough, but it is the toughest fun I have had. We finish 5:45 and what a great well organized race. Challenging and brutal, very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For September the Top of Utah marathon the 3rd race in the Grand Slam. And this race is two weeks before the 4th and final race of the Grand Slam St George. So Scott and I plan this as a training run. My plan is to get the halfway point in 1:50 or less and then cruise the balance and save myself for St George. The plan works and we finish in the rain in 4:13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October-St George Marathon. In my opinion the premier event in Utah. Sub 4 goal here, I have prepared and planned and trained for this race. We get to the start and mother nature is not happy with runners. It is raining and we have a nifty head wind for the start. So I get my garbage bag to stay dry and start my race prep. Scott is here and he is looking for sub 3 so I am on my own for this one, just me. Sub 4 is my mantra. We start and we are off and for the next 26.2 miles we have nothing but wind and rain. A couple times it is put your head down this hurts rain. I keep my head on and stay focused and I finish 3:56:15 mission accomplished. Really rough, I have never been so wet, but I am very excited to get that monkey off my back. I know how it feels to run sub 4. I get my Grand Slam medal and my St George medal and I am more happy about my 3:56. It was a tough haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 25th Goblin Valley 50K Scott tells me this is a flat as a pancake run through the desert. Scott is a liar. It is a up and down rolling hills forever race through some very pretty and very desolate country. I start out too fast trying to keep pace with Scott, not realizing it is all downhill and what ever goes down must come back up. The way back is a battle. I run out of gas about mile 30 and finish 6:05. Very fun race that I will do again, very scenic, very cool people. Moral of this story, Scott likes to see Troy suffer. I would call him a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November I had no marathon but instead I head to Tucson for El Tour de Tucson bike race. This is a really fun event with 10,000 riders taking over the town of Tucson. It is 109 miles of sun and fun. With two river crossings where you have to get off and carry your bike. Very fun and very well organized and tons of fun. Finished in the gold category at 5:52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last race of the year Las Vegas Baby! On December 6 I got to run with the King, Elvis is not dead! There were about 260 guys were dressed like the King, helping us to realize the King is very much alive and running a marathon in Sin City. Scott and I along with Rusty Hurd (this is his first marathon) line up with about 15,000 other runners and prepare to run the strip,yes the strip. A Fireworks show starts us off we have people lined up from Mandalay to Fremont street. Very fun stuff. I am feeling great, 1:55 at the half and it is all downhill from 18 on, so I am ready to go. But at 15 I feel the real fun need to puke and not in a little while but right now. So I do. Why I don't know, green water, a bad GU, my luck? I don't know. But now I am concerned my fuel, is all fertilizer in some poor homeowners park strip in North Las Vegas. All in all I am not feeling so hot. I drink some water and try to get going, at 16 I fertilize someones elses cactus. Now I am concerned, if I can't keep water down I will dehydrate, if I keep using GU as fertilizer, I will not finish. I walk/run for a while and think to myself DNF or finish. Then I realize if I can get to 20 I can walk the last 6 and finish. So I battle to 20 slam the rest of my fertilizer I mean GU and start feeling like I am back on the planet. I run the last 6 and finish 4:30. Bummer, but I am proud to have finished, I had seriously considered a DNF. What a way to finish the year. Rusty got it done, Rusty's first of many I hope. Scott of course ran a marathon at Death Valley the day before and was hardly winded at Vegas. Great trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am in training mode I have signed up for the Antelope Island Buffalo run 50 miler. 2008 was a time to learn and see where I am as a runner, I am not fast, the body style doesn't permit that. I am okay with that. I have found rewards in the battle. I know I can get 50 done, how fast I am not sure. 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