Saturday, April 21st, 2007
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Apparently, where there’s a lake an ultra is lurking close by. Twin Peaks 50/50 has Irvine Lake, the Lake Hodges 50K has Lake Hodges (brilliant reporting there!) and the Leona Divide 50 Mile-Run (Leona) has Lake Hughes. We had no idea Howard Hughes was into ultras but, he was ultra rich. Leona Helmsley’s (“only the little people pay taxes”) was continually divided on which jail cell best matched her tacky eye shadow.

We’re guessing there is some tie-in with these famous individuals and the Leona Divide 50-Mile Run. Or, we could be totally off. Maybe the lake is owned by RD Don Hughes. Leona has a cool, rough & tumble name that conjures up images of Louis & Clark and the Donner Party (please pass Bob and the potatoes).

In its 16th year, Leona has most recently been Scott Jurek’s personal playground. The long-haired legend has won the prestigious 50-miler four times; 2000, 2001, 2002 and 2004. Img_0151 However, 2003 & 2005 belonged to speedster, Leona record-holder and last month’s San Juan Trail 50K winner Jorge Pacheco. Who would take home the coveted red Ferrari in 2007? OK, one can dream.

Leona is a beautiful course that packs a wallop: a cumulative 9,000 feet of quad-busting uphill and downhill trails through the scenic Angeles National Forest. A whopping 34 miles are on the pristine Pacific Crest Trail. Does everything need corporate sponsorship? Is nothing sacred? The Staples Center, Arco Arena and now the Pacific Crest Trail. What the toothpaste giants expects to gain from this venture, we’ll never understand; maybe a fluoride energy gel is in the works.

During one stretch of the run, which this year was blessed with perfect weather, Img_0161_8_1a runner could look down and see pinecones the size of Leona Helmsley’s purses and, off in the distance below, the desert floor –  two separate worlds so close, yet so distant. Elite runners flock to the LD50, but Leona also is great for first-timers who yearn to experience a challenging, but not death-defying, run through the mountains.

There are tougher 50-milers (there always are), but Leona is far from a cakewalk. Almost all the trails (fire road and the PCT portions) are mercifully free of rocks, roots and other obstacles (except fellow runners). As a bonus this year, rain the evening before yielded cushy stretches of smooth running and very few puddles. There even were patches of snow near the high mark of 4,680 feet; some of it yellow. The sun was out but the temperature was ideal –  in the mid-60s. When the brisk wind picked up at the higher elevations, it got downright bracing. This reporter would risk a bad hair day.

Leona is known for three particularly brutal climbs, the last coming at mile 42, thank you very much, you sick, sadistic freaks. This climb lasts all the way to about mile 47, and just when you’re about to pull your hair out comes the payoff: a smooth 3-mile descent to the finish.

Leona also is famous for its frequent and well-stocked aid stations –  a whopping 10! Runners never are left wanting for smiles from the gracious and friendly volunteers or fuel in the form of gels, pizza, boiled potatoes –  the usual heavenly fare that ultra-runners crave.

Jessica Deline (Twin Peaks 50/50 RD) and Keira Henninger (OC Trail Princess) Img_0132_69 bravely manned the aid station at Mile 20. Jessica’s main job was to make sure Keira didn’t drink the runners’ water or get injured. Unfortunately, Keira pulled a calf muscle salting the potatoes, strained a hamstring pouring Gatorade and then got sciatica from a folding chair. Keira almost set a Leona course record by being the first aid station volunteer to DNF.

Next year, Keira will be manning the Mile 27 aid station along with three concession stand pacers from Dodger Stadium; “Take me out to the ultra, take me out to the show, buy me some salt pills and Hammer gels, I don’t care if I totally smell.’’

Leona starts promptly at 6 a.m. at the Lake Hughes Community Center; right after bingo and the workshop on how to tint your hair blue. The cutoff time, strictly enforced along the course, is 13 hours. The clanging of a hammer against a large circular saw blade jolted the runners to the start line.

“The race starts in 10 minutes, and I don’t care who’s in the crapper!’’ Img_0058_7the man with the saw blade said. Apparently, if you were in the pisser everything was OK, but take a No. 2, and you’re screwed. Soon, the runners were off.

The single-track Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) portion of the LD50 starts after the second aid station at Mile 13.4, and features gorgeous switchbacks and wide-open vistas of lush valleys and, this year, the snow-capped peaks of the Tehachapi Mountains in the distance.

If you feel like doing the 200-mile option, you can take the PCT all the way down to the Mexican border. The beauty about the PCT is it doesn’t allow mountain bikes so the path isn’t rutted out. Don’t get us wrong, we have nothing against mountain bikers. We think everyone has the right to run one of them over at least twice a year.

The toughest climb at Leona –  about 1,700 feet –  comes from miles 28 to 35.5. It’s a gradual climb, yes –  but, like a bad first Img_0104_46date, it seems to never end. During this portion of the run (an out-and-back), slower runners get to see the front-runners as they blaze their way down the trail. I managed to snap off a photo of eventual winner Jorge Pacheco, who set the course record last year with a time of 6:34:51.

Figuring I was a paparazzi, Jorge went for the camera like a pissed Alec Baldwin but I was too quick; I didn’t even drop my long-stemmed cigarette. On one hour of sleep, playing the aid stations flawlessly, Jorge would go onto win this year’s event in 6:58:04. Hot on his heels was Krissy Moehl, who smiled warmly when she passed me on the way down and, like all the front-runners, lied through her teeth when she told me, “Greg, you’re looking good!’’

I must have been more delirious than I thought. I later found out she said, “Hey, you look like you need some food!” For the record, Krissy was the top female finisher, clocking in at 7:58:49. Both she and Jorge were well off last year’s pace. Perhaps they got too caught up in the beautiful scenery? Maybe they decided to build yellow snowmen from the scattered patches of ice at the 35.5 mile turnaround. Maybe they run in 25 to 30 events a month.

It was just past mile 28 when first-time ultra-marathoner John Clarke started seeing the snakes: thin little buggers on the most brutal portion of Leona, a climb of about 1,700 feet over seven miles, just when fatigue was beginning to exert its stranglehold –  like a cobra, in fact. Of course, they weren’t really snakes: just sticks.

Clarke, 44, of Santa Clarita, also was hearing strange rustling in the bushes of the Angeles National Forest. He was tired and slightly dizzy, and he had a small headache. His palms and fingers were swollen. Ah, hallucinations –  just another day for a long-distance trail runner! For Clarke, a married father of two, finishing Leona would be a challenge. But, he was determined to conquer the race, which is a popular qualifying run for the legendary Western States 100. After all, Clarke’s brother-in-law, an avid ultra-marathoner, would be waiting for him at the finish line. And Clarke had mentioned the race to his boss, and dreaded facing an office full of disappointed faces on Monday morning if he didn’t finish.

So Clarke pushed forward. Low on sodium (that explained the swelling), he rebounded after ingesting some pretzels, chips and salted boiled potatoes — and drinking lots of Gatorade.

“My mantra for much of the race was, ‘I will never ever ever do this again!’” Clarke said.     Clarke finished Leona in 11:16:20, just behind Orange County’s own Dirty Girl (as in Dirty Girl Gaitors) founder Xy Weiss (11:14:05).   At the finish line, Clarke sucked down the best Sprite he’s ever tasted. On the drive home to Santa Clarita, his brother-in-law turned to him and said, “John, you’re an ultra-marathoner now.” Are there any sweeter words for a newbie to hear?

“The main memory I will take from the experience is the kindness and camaraderie of the people I met on the trail and at the aid stations,’’ Clarke said. “Modern society can be fragmenting and isolating. But for several hours (at Leona), a few hundred people shared in the elemental human experiences of fatigue, pain, discouragement, comfort, empathy, togetherness and triumph. I’m honored to have been a part of it.’’

Jill Childers (11:42:49) 42, of San Diego, was among the 161 starters. She was happy to be here –  and just happy to be alive. Childers escaped a harrowing accident in August 2003 while competing in a triathlon. A cyclist clipped her rear wheel and sent her toppling to the pavement (see, now the bad-taste mountain biker crack starts making sense). Childers suffered a broken jaw, broken collarbone and bleeding on the brain. She didn’t get on a bike for two years.

This year, at Leona, Childers was buzzing about recently winning a lottery spot at Ironman Hawaii. She had been training for her first Ironman when she was thrown off her bike. “I started running ultras, and I just got addicted,’’ Childers said as she chugged up the first 8.5 miles of Leona to the first aid station –  a gradual uphill starting at 3,300 feet, hitting 4,100 and then dropping back down to 3,600. The fire road was very smooth and in excellent condition. Friday is obviously street-sweeper day.

During the final climb at Leona, beginning at mile 42, Childers was feeling wiped out. At mile 44, she threw up –  a first for the veteran runner, who has completed five 50-milers and five 50Ks. “I get emotional when I throw up, so I cried and just wished this darn run would end,’’ Childers recalled a few days after the race. “I prayed and went on in faith.’’

Lynn Ballard (10:27:24) 50, a businessman from the Dallas area, was feeling fine. The friendly Texan with several ultras under his belt, including 100-milers, squeezed in Leona at the end of a business trip to Los Angeles. “It’s been a long meeting, let’s take a break. Dave, could you get some sandwiches for the group? Sally, can you restock the soft drinks? I’m gonna step out real quick and run 50 miles and then let’s pick back up with the Steinberg campaign.’’

After the race, Ballard had to catch the red-eye flight back home in time for church. I suggested he run so he wouldn’t have to see those tight-fitting TSA outfits.

“I realized I didn’t have to concentrate too much on footing and could just run, staying focused on the race,’’ said Ballard, who is used to running more technical trails and ran Leona in preparation for the Bighorn 100 Mile-Run in Wyoming in June.

“I pushed hard back to the big drop before mile 42,’’ Ballard said, “and I literally crashed the downhill, having a lot of confidence in my quads and feeling quite sure of a sub-11 hour finish.’’

Ballard credits a can of chicken soup and a bottle of Ensure for helping him to his solid finish.

During almost all of Leona, I was trailing a friend from the Orange County Trail Runners –  which, as Woody Allen would say,Img_0175 is stupid enough to have me as a member (I should stay away from such clubs). Kevin Nasman 32, was running his first 50-miler (this was my second), and darn if I was going to let the smooth-headed rookie upstage me –  well, not really, but I kept my eye on Kevin (when I could).

I finally caught up to Kevin at around mile 46, near the end of the long, uphill slog before the final downhill to the finish. Kevin was spent, but still in good spirits. “Everything hurts,’’ Kevin said. “Even my teeth.’’ Not really obsessing over a finish time, and feeling pretty wasted myself, I stuck with Kevin and we crossed the finish together at 10:14:17 –  a PR for me, and quite an impressive achievement for Kevin.

Overall second place went to Robert Leanardo (7:01:36) with Kevin Dean taking third (7:09:30). Finishing almost three hours before me, they could have been in Vegas by the time I finally sat down so let’s just say they’re really fast. I have no idea what sprinters think about during a 50-mile race: skin speed burns, fast cars? Maybe they’re reversely amazed at how long some of us stay out on the course. Fortunately, they seem professional and kind enough to keep those thoughts internal. It takes my hair more than seven hours to feather back properly to make me look like Don Johnson running down drug dealers.

Second-place female was captured by Ceal Klingler (8:57:59) with third place being claimed by Elaine McMahon (9:25:15). Both of them beat me by more than 45 minutes and both of them have nicer hair than me Wrapped up in post-race envy, I conveniently forgot to touch base with them.

The Leona Divide 50 Mile Run (OK, I walked some of it) is a prestigious race. Just look at some of the other more notable finishers.

Where there’s a Tracy Moore (7:39:58), a Tom Nielsen typically is close by. Not today. Tom must have been running a 10,000K or something. The dynamic duo is by far the best example of ultra camaraderie you’ll ever find. If you’ve seen the movie “Top Gun” there is a line by Tom Cruise that defines these two: “Never leave your wingman.’’

Kyle Hoang (7:57:10), third-place finisher in the 2006 AC100, squeaked in a few minutes ahead of Krissy Moehl. I have trained with Kyle. Img_0074 Let’s rephrase that: I’ve run a few blocks with Kyle. He is so fast that he literally is out of view within about 10 minutes of any training run. I usually turn around, go home and get back in bed. To think that six people came in before Kyle is amazing. He is the fastest runner I personally know. OK, we don’t date, so relax.

I was told by someone that Eric Clifton (8:39:20) holds the 100-mile time record (13 hours and change). Now, I’m a lousy reporter and haven’t confirmed that, but I believe everything I hear. This Clifton can run and he usually wears the coolest pants around.

Jennifer Foreman (9:57:41) may have surprised the crowd but not herself with a sub 10-hour effort. Seven seconds later, Robert Schipsi (9:57:48) came in and was immediately arrested for stalking and/or excessive drafting; not sure which one, but he’s conveniently in Miwok on parole.

Lori Heinselman-Craig (10:58:30), Img_0178 just getting over a SJT50K poison oak attack, ran the entire event in a glad trash bag. Mistaken, by the Forest Service, as a portable waste container at around mile 45, she was cited for littering. Lori has run more ultras than anybody we know. In fact, she holds the 1st-grade class record for the Sesame Street Ultra held back in 1968. She only had to take three naps and eat 12 cookies to win that pioneering event.

The happiest ultra marathoner in the world, Natalia Norman, Img_0068_5 PRd in a time of 11:47:46 crushing her previous personal best by almost two days. Living in “Opposite World” Nattie’s mood seems to improve as a run gets tougher or longer. Put her in a 5K and its instant Tourette Syndrome.

And Fred Pollard, official points-keeper for the So. Cal Ultra Marathon Series, came in well before the cutoff time at 12:52:59. I included Fred because he is a great guy and avid runner, but also because Charlie Nickell needs more points to overtake Robert Schipsi. Fred, did we mention you looked great?

And we can’t forget Andy Kumeda (9:25:46) because he never forgets to run in every ultra within 4,000 miles of his LA home. His license plate frame must read, “so many ultras, so little time.” Andy runs 100 mile races that don’t actually exist but somehow still manages to get a shirt.

The Leona Divide 50 Mile Run is a classic race. Thought out and supported, it’s a well-respected event for good reason. While one can write about the course, the real story is consistently about the competitors. Whether elite status or running Leona for the first time, everyone tapped an inner cause to drag themselves over the finish line. While some were trying to win and others just finish, it was another day at the ultra office. The person with the easiest job this year is the engraver. It’s just a simple Windows cut & paste to get two of the world’s best endurance runners back on the wood plaque. Control “C”, Control “V” and it’s the Pacheco-Moehl show back for a second season. Now for a commercial break.

Written and reported by Greg Hardesty

Embellished by Charlie Nickell

Click Here for the 2007 Leona Divide race day slideshow featuring The Knack and their famous 80s hit “My Leona.”

Summary:

When: Saturday, April 21
Where: Lake Hughes, CA (northeast of Los Angeles, near Lancaster/Castaic)
Race Directors: Glenda Kemmerly and Don Hughes

Course Description: Combination of fire trail and singletrack run through hilly mountains ranging in elevation from about 3,000 to 4,700 feet. Course features a 14.5-mile out-and-back (miles 28 to 42.5).

Number of starters:     161
Number of finishers:   137
Success rate:           85%

Top three male finishers:
1) Jorge Pacheco, 39         6:58:04
2) Robert Leonardo, 44     7:01:36   
3) Kevin Dean, 36             7:09:30

Top three female finishers:
1) Kristen Moehl, 29               7:58:49
2) Ceal Klinger, 37                 8:57:59
3) Elaina McMahon, 49           9:25:15

Web site: http://www.leonadivide.com

 

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Saturday, April 7th, 2007
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Due to a fifty million dollar road improvement project, just getting to the 2007 San Juan Trail 50K was an ultra in and of itself. With Saturday’s fog and Ortega Highway down to one lane, reaching the starting line on time required flawless navigation. I’ve run singletrack that was wider and less technical than various road sections in route to Blue Jay. Ortega Highway is full of dirty surprises for the Orange County stucco dwellers. Approaching Casper’s Wilderness Park at 5:55 a.m., I spotted a homeless hitchhiker. After determining it wasn’t Baz, I pondered the gentlemen’s situation and thought. If I gave him some Gu maybe he’d pace for me. Probably good at finding food and water, he could panhandle a few bucks by mile twenty and offset my entry fee. I’m not good with BO so I continued solo while passing numerous sleeping bulldozers on the side of the road. Who parks these dinosaurs? What happened to 18 inches from the curb? It must be 18 feet. I missed the memo.

“Are you talking while I’m talking?” Rob Cowan and I started to quietly chat as Baz addressed the runners. We were dead meat. I felt like grabbing Rob and throwing him to the ground; like they do in the army movies when a grenade rolls into the bunker but, it was too late for heroics. Rob caught the wrath head on while I got some shrapnel from Baz’s rocket launcher. I’m not giving anymore editorial space to this topic seeing how I can’t even follow my own advice. Just shut up when the Paul Hogan guy starts yelling.

Having personally competed in last years SJT50K in 85+ degree heat, the fog was a welcomed replacement. Come race time, the cool temperature kept heart rates down, hydration up and legs frosty. The rocks weren’t damp enough to be slippery but, if you came across a root or fallen tree, you had to be careful. These puppies were slimy, slippery and reminded me of Greg Hardesty’s (OC Register reporter) hair after a long run. Visibility, at times, was thirty yards. Not sure who’s cultivating the SJT pot plants but, they goofed and planted poison oak instead. I spend most of my time off the edges of most singletrack and must have looked like some nut running thru a twenty mile long salad bar trying to avoid the croutons. Next year, I’m wearing Levi’s and bringing a cordless weed whacker.

Michael Mazza, fresh off his sub-five hour LH50K ultra debut, arrived to cheer the runners on just as we exited the lower Blue Jay parking lot; fog, Baz directions and Ortega Hwy victim #1. I waved to Michael and then felt guilty for the next eight miles. I lacked the class to stop and thank him for coming out. It’s not like you fall out of bed and poof, you’re in the middle of the Cleveland National Forest. It takes serious early morning effort. That being said, I passed The Mazza Man and returned to my iPod and the Wiggles Greatest Hits. I can’t seem to get enough of that “Fruit Salad” song. Anybody got a Snickers bar?

The SJT50K initial nine miles of downward spiraling singletrack is truly magic. The forest section is lush with unending tree canopy. Some of the more rocky areas slice through head high brush and you get this funnel effect which literally sucks you down to your ultimate destination. A few flatter trails had sand bottoms which was a fantastic soft break for the feet. This portion of the run has by far some of the most beautiful wilderness that the Cleveland National Forest has to offer. The panoramic views are staggering. That being said, some of the trail could use guardrails; a stumble here and you’re Greg Louganis with no pool or boyfriend to break the fall. In the fog, the trail had a Sherwood Forest personality. And, with Robin Hood running the show at Blue Jay, everything fit nicely into place.

OK, what’s up with the aid station Coke? I just reviewed the last twelve issues of Trail Runner, Ultra Running and Runner’s World Magazines and can’t find one reference to the carbonated, caffeinated, sugar water. Is that good or bad? I love the stuff but, not sure if I’m supposed to be hydrating during an ultra like I’m at the movies scarfing popcorn. Pepsi or Coke? I took the Pepsi challenged and picked Pepsi. Who’s making the soft drink decisions? Monster & Mountain Dew seem big in the extreme sports. Are they considered? Remember, where there’s Coke, Starbucks is quick to follow. The Seattle coffee bean giant knows, find a Coke addict and you’ll find other non-loyal caffeine junkies willing to shuck the cold beverage for a double espresso. Before you know it, the aid stations are offering lemon scones and pecan loafs. It all starts with a soft drink and some 100-mile ultra volunteer and ends up with a spiky hair kid named Switch handing out Banana Dulce Coffee Cakes, Caramel Macchiatos and demanding tips. When Baz gets a donkey and has the whole Juan Valdez look, don’t come crying to me. I’m out of here.

Approximately, six miles into the run I get passed by someone doing sprint intervals. This guy was running so fast, I figured there must be a mountain lion chasing him and he was putting some fresh meat (me) between him and Mustafa. I had not seen Jorge Pacheco at the start and guessed it must be the legend himself. I followed him for a few minutes to see what the 100 yard dash feels like for 1,000 yards; not so good. Jorge doesn’t run, he floats. His feet are well off the ground and his form is second to none. He looked like he was running on a track and not on some technical, uneven dirt path. And, then he was gone. The next time I’ll likely see Jorge will be in a magazine. Eleven minutes late, due to fog, Baz’s directions and Ortega Hwy (victim #2), it’s scary to think what his finishing time could’ve been. Having to pass folks certainly slowed him down. I now refer to Jorge as Jorge Pechanga. Finding the trail seam, he’s the human slot machine and is even money to take home the trophy. Jorge would go on to win in 4:45:08. Did I mention Jorge showed up late and was allowed to continue? I guess that’s the respect you deserve after finishing second in the 2003 Western States 100 (17:17:46). You or I show up late and its trash detail cleaning out Baz’s 1945 truck.

Not to beat a dead horse but, read this 2006 Rocky Racoon report. "But he did not know what we already knew. He was flying down the trail and came in full of enormous energy to see that he had only just barley missed the 100 mile trail world record. I don’t know if he saw our faces first or the clock, but the air seemed to come out of him as he checked his watch, then the main timing clock. He now knew! He had run the race of a lifetime, but the clock ran faster than he did. To run that grand and that strong and to feel the disappointment he felt, that all of us felt was so odd. he had just run a 13:16:56. His last split was another 2:43 for a 8:11 pace, a 100mi pace of 7:58. It was unbelievable, All of us stood there with him, in shock. I shook his hand and he got warm congrats from all, but it was 54 seconds short of perfect. Jorge has the manners of a humble gentle soul with the heart of a lion. Every one of us wanted so badly for him to have this thing he wanted, but there was nothing more we could do. I heard tell of him giving way to the other runner’s all day and offering encouragement. I am not so certain that I have ever met a man that was at once this gentle and this tough at the same time. I wondered if this was how a true champion was supposed to be. I hope so. We could stand to have a few more champions like Jorge Pacheco."

I got to run with a legend in the little ole’ SJT50K. I’m gonna cry. "Tito, hand me a tissue."

Rob McNair almost pulled off a slight upset and finished strong in second place at 4:54:10. Find a 50K without Rob in the top five and it’s most likely the Summer Olympics. Do they even have an ultra event? Rob has been racing in Baz’s trail runs for at least twenty years and has many first place plaques for his efforts. At fifty-two, Rob is in better shape than most twenty-five year olds. I love how he is not only competitive but a real threat to win. As an ultra running neophyte, I’ve never spoken to Rob because I don’t know what to say to someone with that much experience. Hey, run here often? Plus, Baz is always brown nosing with the Huntington Beach native and I don’t want to rain on his teacher’s pet parade.

Eric Clifton had the coolest looking pants I’ve ever seen. Or, he got up late and forgot to change out of his PJs (fog, Baz directions and Ortega Hwy victim #3). Whatever the case, Eric had the early lead but was unable to hold off Jorge of the Jungle and took third place male in 5:23:47. Having recently moved to So. Cal, we’re going to see allot of Eric and his welcomed edgy attire. Baz speaks highly of Eric and his running accomplishments so the guy is obviously the real deal. Even if Baz said nothing, you can tell Eric has lots or records and/or titles. They guy is elite, just watch his form.

Rob Cowan shows up one minute before the gun fires and tells me (fog, Baz directions and Ortega Hwy victim #4), “I’m so not prepared for this”. Rob took seventh overall in 5:37:48. What would have happened had he been prepared? Ran the course twice in under seven hours? Started a business, took it public and finished twelfth? Did I mention he ran the Yakima River Marathon (along with Eric Clifton) the Saturday before in 3:02:00? Where do these people come from? Is Stepford somewhere nearby?

Robert Schipsci (Rob100k as he is known by migrant farm workers), did his normal dealio in 5:45:00 and then signed up for a mid-week ironman. Robert is leading the 2007 40-49 So. Cal Ultra Runners Grand Prix Series point standings. He must have family in that organization.

Andy Kumeda (AK, if you’re tight with the homie) finished, as usual, in the top ten at 5:52:05. Is this guy ever in a bad mood?

Eric Lumba, running in his first ultra, recorded a very respectable 7:12:50. No longer an ultra virgin, Eric can now tell his non-running buddies he completed a 50K. Nobody in the United States can convert kilometers so they’ll think he ran over fifty miles. He’ll nod but won’t correct them. “Awe, it was nothing, pass me the HTML.”

Thomas Wilson also completed his first ultra in 7:24:39. I like the yellow shirt and so do the bees.

Fred Pollard was so busy re-calculating my So. Cal Ultra Runners Grand Prix Series points that he apparently lost track of time and finished after making sure Baz was long gone.

Doug Malewicki (Michelle Barton’s father, the iDad) and Don Bach took off early and ran the backside of the SJT50K to mark the trail before the leaders hit West Horse Thief. Hikers on the North Main Divide mistakenly cheered Doug and Don on as they pretended to be running first & second overall. The UPYOURS (Ultra Police YOUR Really Sorry) were alerted and will likely revoke both course marking permits. It’s back to McDonalds for these two.

Becky Flowers, in only her third ultra, took home top female honors in a blistering time of 5:20:30; third overall. I never saw her but that’s no surprise. Anybody in the top five is home watching “Desperate Housewives” by the time I finish.

Michelle Barton (the iMichelle) proved she is human after all and came in second female at (5:29:49). Her battery seemed low but, reports also had her holstered in the wrong iPod carrier. In any respect, by the time I hit the finishing line, Michelle looked like she was ready for Easter Service; always put together this lady is. Be careful with her car. It’s a mobile Trader Joe’s with little refrigeration and no red meat. However, it has a nice supplement isle.

Anne Langstaff, who I tailed up West Horse Thief, smoked me on the back nine and took third female overall (6:00:34).

OCTR endurance legend Lori Heinselman Craig has seen better days and came in almost one hour off her personal SJT50K best. I won’t post her time. Lori is recovering nicely at the infectious disease center within Saddleback Memorial Hospital. The poison oak reaction has finally ceased and the skin graphs are adhering well. The OCTR is coming by to visit her and perform our famous poison oak lemon/vinegar spray. “Bite on some wood Lori, this might sting”.

The infamous Xy Weiss (7:27:04) was in full form. She has the coolest name configuration and better have it trademarked. She ran a Xcross route through the Xmas trees trying to win the Xtal. I was on the fence whether to keep that or X it out. OK, enough.

Apparently Leigh Corbin (Turbo) and George Velasco won the tandem competition in 8:42:34. I’ve never seen two people argue more happily about who was last or who was or wasn’t going to finish The WS100 but whatever the case, they seemed to be having a really good time. They should do a sitcom called “Two’s Not Company.”

A big thanks to last year’s SJT50K third overall female Kiera Henninger for coming out just to cheer us on. Who says ultra running isn’t a spectators sport? Official 2007 SJT50K crowd census reads “1”. It’s a beautiful start.

The last twelve miles of this race are the hardest; if you blow your quads in the previous nineteen miles you’re history. I was semi-history. Running and walking up the North Main Divide (NMD) was pleasant. Is there a worse road in Orange County? The only thoroughfare with slower traffic is in front of Baz’s Laguna Woods condo; use to be called Leisure World but, that rhymed with seizure so they changed it. But the residents don’t remember they changed it. I don’t like to be negative but, the NMD blows. I see people, all pissed off, driving it in Jeeps. I look at them with the “hey, why don’t you try running it sofa boy” glare. The good news about the SJT50K and the NMD is that it’s only about 2 ½ miles before your off it and to the third aid station which means the majestic Trabuco Trail is about to begin. You’ll be seeing the NMD later.

The Trabuco Trail is built for speed. My legs were done from being a short, fat white guy so I had to roll down. At birth, I was genetically built for speed but the delivering doctor slapped me too hard and gave me crib-knee which turned into play pen tendonitis and then later into hi-chair lactic build up. For normal people, this is the section of course you can make up for lost time. I tried to catch Anne Langstaff but, she was running. I looked like I was playing hopscotch trying to avoid anything that would send a jarring reminder to my quads that I should be lawn bowling. Mike Mazza, my surprise pacer, was running around like the Energizer Bunny, snapping photos and then hopping off. It was anybody’s guess what plant, tree, rock or hole he would pop out of next. He borrowed water from me to clean his hands so, I hid my e-Gel in my socks and told him I was out.

West Horse Thief, if you believe the posted forestry map’s “Difficulty Rating” is a “Moderate” trail. Who works at the Forestry Department? Scott Jurek, Jorge Pacheco, Tom Nielsen? You must be kidding me; 1.7 miles of rocky incline. I’d rather go shoe shopping with my wife. The only saving grace was the cool weather. How much do we have to increase the entry fee to run down West Horse Thief? I’m no civil engineer but, running the top half of the SJT50K in reverses works out to be the same distance. Baz will argue the last miles need to be on fire road for safety reasons. Almost like he’s gonna jump on a scooter and come get you if you trip on The North Main Divide. “Good luck mate, have a Fosters you poor sap.” I’m calli
ng the INS and we’ll see who gets internationally moving.

At the top of West Horse Thief, I spotted an abandoned truck only to discover it was actually the forth aid station. I’ve seen more water in a burning Iraqi oil field but since the next aid station was only a few miles away, I alerted AAA and moved on. How many people passed me on the North Main Divide? It’s hard to say or count that high. The guy in the wheelchair was at least nice enough to yell “on your left porcupine”. I hate to admit it but, Baz scoffed at my pre-race running schedule. He told me I had left something out there in training that wouldn’t return before race day. And, the Australian aborigine was right. That’s hard to say. Baz was right. It just doesn’t sound grammatically correct.

The final three miles of the SJT50K (OK, it was more like 54K) is predominantly downhill. If you have any legs left, that’s a good thing. If the quads are gone, it’s a bad thing. My quads were in Barbados getting an herbal wrap.

In 1967, Barry stepped into the ring of his first professional fight. His muscular opponent sat stoically, staring at Barry in the opposite corner. Barry whispered to his corner man, “this guy is going to kill me.” Always positive, the trainer responded, “don’t worry about the muscles, you’re going to whip him.” The first round was a massacre. Barry got hit so many times, the judges lost count. The bell sounded and staggering to his corner, Barry gasped, “this guy is killing me.” Always positive, the corner replied, “don’t worry Baz, he hasn’t touched you yet.” Baz replied, “if that’s the case then keep an eye on the referee because someone’s beating the shit out of me.” Baz won that fight.

Baz is not a braggadocios guy so most of the new runners don’t know about his life achievements. Baz has completed four 100 mile races (won 1), more than sixty 50 mile races (won a few) and so many 50Ks he can’t remember half. He possesses the coveted Western States belt buckle for completing that debacle in well under 24 hours. An OC endurance pioneer, he single handedly brought ultra running to Orange County in the 1980s. While you and I were listening to Devo, The Go Go’s and The English Beat, Baz was running solo thru the remote trails of Saddleback Mountain; before hydration packs, gels, iPods, technical clothing, Internet porn and decent shoes. If I had to compare Baz to a sports legend it might be Arnold Palmer (with attitude) or Bjorn Borg (with personality). In any respect, Baz had and continues to have a major impact on ultras in this neck of the woods and without him, I’m pretty sure most reading this would have much fewer race choices.

The SJT50K really is a one of a kind course. With the gain/loss at around 12,000, I’m not sure if there is a tougher 50K around. The volunteer squad is a crack staff. The heating lamps and portable massage chairs supplied by Brookstone had all toasty and warm; especially the group heading up the North Main Divide station. I’m not sure who was colder, Jennifer Forman (6:31:55) or her husband who manned the frigid post.

The Big Baz is hosting the Saddleback Marathon & Old Goat 50 Miler on November 10th, 2007. I suggest you register when the opportunity presents itself. If you’re not running, I suggest you come out and meet Mr. Baz Hawley in his natural environment (no, not a bar). Baz is a wealth of information and happily shares his opinions and stories to those truly interested in learning what trail running is really about.

Your health is your wealth,

Big Chaz

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