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| Finish Photo - Credit Mary Ehlers |
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. From the first time I heard about the
Tuscobia Winter Ultras I knew I had to do it. I tried and failed, twice. This year I got it done.
Tuscobia offers a 80 and 160 mile run/bike/ski event in Rice Lake/Park Falls Wisconsin. The 80 mile runs from Park Falls to Rice Lake. The 160 is an out and back from Rice Lake to Park Falls, and back. There are certain gear requirements that result in a "pulk" (sled) being the most effective means to carry your gear. There is a shelter/aid station at mile 45. There is another at the turnaround at mile 80 - 35 miles later. The final shelter is back in the middle 35 miles later, after which it is 45 miles to the end. You are allowed two drop bags. One you see twice. You have 65 hours to complete the race. In 2016 4 people finished the 160. This year 14 (out of 30).
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| Me and my pulk from Arrowhead 135 2016 |
Both times that I quit I quit for no good reason. I took very long breaks at the halfway point with a plan of evaluating where I was at when I woke up. This year I planned to finish. I also trained to finish, averaging 80 mile running weeks in the forth months leading up to the race. I also got serious about my diet by eliminating refined sugar and grains in September which resulted in 40 pound weight loss. I was physically and mentally in the best possible place. I strongly believed I could finish.
I drove up and stayed the night before the race with a close running friend, Tim Kruse. Tim is a Frozen Otter finisher, Gnarly Bandit finisher and really, a tough and smart guy. We had been talking about gear and logistics since fall. He was ready too. It was a great ride and really fun to discuss the race. We planed to start together and hoped to stay together on the course, though we realized that sweat, speed, injury, sleep, etc. could effect things.
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| Tim at the Ojibwa checkpoint |
This race requires you to bring your sled inside the start and the RD's make sure you have each item of required gear, which includes: A zero degree or better sleeping bag; bivy sack, sleeping pad, stove, pot, firestarter, headlamp, 3 flashing red LED lights, a headlamp and 3,000 calories of food. All of these items must be on your sled the entire race. If you don't still have them at the finish you aren't going to count. At the end of the blog I will list the specific items I took with pics.
I expected the race to start in the low negative single digits, get into the double negative digits on Friday night, and generally warm up over the weekend. So of course at the start is was between -15 and -20 degrees. We had no idea. I instantly had a major ice beard. And we were off.
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| Tim and I at Birchwood, mile 20ish |
The first half of the race really couldn't have gone smoother. We locked into a nice 3 mph pace, stayed warm, minimized breaks and really had a nice time. At mile 45 my friend Chalayne applied some frost strips to protect my cheeks. It was a cold, double digit negative night. Tim and I passed a bar right around bar time and decided to capitalize on some red bull and coke. The bartender was surprised we were out in -19. we were surprised it was -19 ourselves.
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| What? It's -19? |
When things got rough Tim and I decided to just put our emergency jackets on and walk 2 mph. That worked really well. It was much better than stopping. It really warmed us up and gave us confidence. We knew that no matter what happened, we had that option. It was a comfort.
We reached the turnaround at Park Falls at about 11:45. (so 29:45 for 80 miles). We decided we were leaving at 2:00 p.m. Tim and I took about an hour nap, then screwed around with gear, changed socks and clothes, applied necessary lubricants, and the like.
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| Sleeping at mile 80 |
One observation. My body hurt exactly the same way it did the last two years. My feet were hurting and blistered. I was cold a tired. This year dropping wasn't a consideration. We left at 2:15.
The third section is really where shit got real. The cold, plus sleepy, plus fatigue compounded and slowed us down a bit. (We later learned that it was the coldest Tuscobia on record with temps mostly in the area of -teens. At one point Tim decided to just sleep on his sled in the middle of the trail. As I stood beside him sleeping on his sled snoring in -15 temps I wondered what I was supposed to do. Leave? Listen? I decided it wasn't safe or a good idea, so I woke him up after 15 minutes and told him if he got to the next shelter which was 4 miles away by doing 3 mph again, we could take a 2 hour nap. I was wrong. The shelter was 12 miles away (so I was off by 3.5 hours? Shoot me!). Tim didn't seem to mind. We got there at 4:00 am and had a plan to leave again at 6 am.
In the morning I told Tim my plan. I was going to move at 3 mph and start running the downhills. If he couldn't keep up I would meet him at the finish. I didn't want to cut it close and after two failed attempts and a finish in my sight I wasn't taking any chances.
As the sun rose I jogged down the trail to some hip hop ("My Dick" was the name of the song) and really started to make time. I thought about the past year and all I had been through. I thought about how some people had given up on me, or I had given up on myself. I realized that today was the day that I could start turning all of that around. I realized that I was going to finish. I did a bathroom stop, re-arranged my sled, changed some layers and did the math. All I needed to do was 34 minute miles to finish. I hit the trail and cried tears of joy that I was going to make it. Then cried a little extra when I realized that I was celebrating something not likely to happen for another 12 hours. :)
The balance of the day I listened to hip hop, Bob Dylan's theme time radio hour, the Packer game, and then for the last couple of hours my thoughts. I believed that today I proved to myself that I can do anything. I was proud of myself. I crossed the finish line 63:21:00 and felt like I had finally realized the person that I can be. I hope that same person shows up for the
Arrowhead 135 at the end of the month.
Tim finished an hour or so behind me. Seriously, if it weren't for that guy I don't know if I would have finished.
Gear
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| Arrowhead Racing Toboggan - Black River Sleds |
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| Mountain Hardware Ghost -40 Bag |
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| Sierra Designs Backcountry Bivy |
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| Thermarest Ultralight Pad |
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| Black diamond distance Z Poles |
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| A shitload of Buffs |
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| Arcteryx Rho Balaclava and Mountain Hardware Balaclava |
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| Shitload of Hats |
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| Special organizer for food built by Kylia Kummer |
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| Mountain Hardware Absolute Zero Mitts |
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| Arcteryx Fission Jacket |
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| Lots of blinkers |
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| Totally useless watches that froze and died. |
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| Safety vest |
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| Compression sack for all the extra jackets and such |
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| injinji thigh-high socks and drymax socks. Drymax won. |
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| Wool Mitten (not used), Arcteryx windstopper gloves (not used), mountain hardware powerstretch gloves (wore 100% of the time |
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| Arcteryx Phase Glove Liner (wore 100% of the time) Patagonia over-mitt (used about 20%) |
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| The world's oldest and nastiest jar of emergency peanut butter. |
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| Hydroflasks |
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| Non-NSNG Food sources :) |
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| Goggles (not used) |
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| Esbit Stove and Fuel |
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| Pot |
