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Receipt of the PCT50 upgrade CD generated, “Oh goodie, version 2.0,” and speculations about what the new race software would entail. Would PCT50 version 2.0 be PlayStation, DS or Wii compatible? Would this be a virtual ultra that could be viewed and DNFd, from the comfort of home?

Wow, big surprise. After installation, technological changes created instant nerves caused by a projected frigid race start, Santa’s Kitchen (manned by crazed elves), darkness at 4:30 p.m., playing cards and a hazardous waste box at the 25-mile turnaround. We found ourselves nervous with the new additions and wondered just how much RAM, hard drive space, battery power and processing speed would be required. Was this an upgrade or the evil Cubano DFL virus? In the end, John Martinez’s Nov. 21, 2009 re-do PCT50 turned out to be the real analog deal and dished out the expected aches and pains the PCT50 is infamous for handing out.

Due to a deadly military helicopter crash on the Pacific Crest Trail, days before May’s scheduled PCT 50 Miler, the race transitioned to Cuyamaca State Park and ran on sections of Scott Mills’ tough San Diego 100 course. November’s PCT50 version 2.0 was held partly to commemorate the fallen marine pilots and also to satisfy the ultra purists who still needed to challenge the legendary PCT50 out-and-back in 2009.

All the course details are not covered in this report. You can read about these in our 2007 & 2008 coverage. Note: dirt, rocks and roots haven’t moved. However, there will be elaboration on a number of standout items along with the normal podium finisher commentary and disjointed trail thoughts.

Typically descriptions about aid stations are lightweight, however, at mile 13.9, aid station #2 was so star studded with ultra talent that we’ll elaborate until the cows come home (What does that saying even mean? Where do cows actually go?). Where else could you possible find such a New York Yankees’ lineup? Scott Mills, Jeremy Scarbrough, Paul Escola, Angela Shartel and Boy Toy, Pam Everett, Jim Evanko, Renee Roberts, Steve and Jenn Cunningham, and guru George Velasco. When these people start asking, “What can we get you? What do you need?” the natural response feels like “how about some flipping running tips and a few of your trophies?” It was like having Tiger Woods (when not dodging his wife’s 2 iron) offering to help you with swing tips at the local public links. We get all tingly inside; true, we’re hungry.

With that, what the heck happened to aid station #2 and the traditional Dale’s Kitchen? This year, the appliances were off and in their place were extremely odd elves representing what had now become “Santa’s Kitchen.” Candy canes, garlands and other FedCo Christmas novelty items lined the trails to and from the overly happy people manning the Accelerade, Vaseline and S-Caps. Their silly hats and neverending laughter brought up the question, “Had the race organizers solicited help from fired Disneyland park characters?” You know the answer to that.

With Pam Everett and Leona Divide RD Keira Henninger heading up the North Pole, the fresh food choices were endless and resembled a company holiday pot luck more than the typical ultra aid station. Not to be complaining, but the crème brulee was overcooked.

Asking Pam for trail directions or distance to the next aid station was like trying to make

a phone call and speak directly to whoever’s in charge of the Internet. “Excuse me, I’d like to talk to the World Wide Web.” It all seemed a bit off. When Pam was asked about the distance to Rudolf’s (Todd’s) Cabin, she replied, “Oh sweetie, what race is this? Honey, have an orange blueberry muffin, organic chocolate chip cookie or some Arctic sea salt.” Wow, Pammy’s gonna be a huge hit at the senior home. With the body of a 25-year-old, Pam is speedy fast and “chicks” us in every race.

Scott Mills oversampled the eggnog and morphed from all-business “General Mills” to let’s-see-how-many-jokes-I-can-crack-per-hour Scotty. We’re not sure if Scott thought he was at a race or just attending some kind of outdoor Christmas cheerleader’s pilates class with Keira, Pam

and Angela as instructors. Reports are sketchy, but he was spotted sweeping the exposed PCT50 ridges while begging passing runners for half-eaten Twinkies. Think group intervention.

Jeremy Scarbrough snapped so many pictures of runners coming in and out of the aid station, it felt like the run had accidentally invaded a wedding ceremony. Apparently, Jeremy was tasked by El Cubano to photographically catalog every runner in case the world abruptly stopped using those inconvenient names and bib numbers for identifiers. It could happen.

2009 Noble Canyon 50K winner Angela Shartel was hanging out with the eclectic crew and

scarfing down all the best food items while waiting to pace anybody or wild animal that could keep up with her fresh legs. The possibilities were narrowed down to three runners and a mustang in heat, so she picked up Tracy Dimino at Todd’s Cabin and corralled her to the finish line for the overall female win and the 1989 used red Dino Ferrari. Afterwards, Angela ate The Run Down’s (TRD) slice of pizza and headed home for an herbal wrap and full body massage; just another day as an elite ultra runner. Yawn, yawn, yawn.

After a nasty uphill spill, normal pole setter Tommy Nielsen called it a day and re-routed to assist the toy-making crew at Santa’s Kitchen, rounding off the eccentric mix of jubilant

personnel. Conversely, when TRD takes a trail spill, we’re moving so slow that Search & Rescue has time to pre-deploy airbags to absorb the shock. When Tommy falls, he’s motoring so fast the rocks try to get out of his way. We’re in different sports and have no idea what Tommy is actually doing. Even with a smashed quad, Tommy can outrun 98% of any field. How many 100s has he won or finished in the top five? But, why bother risking further injury when there’s fresh apple pie a la mode and snappy waitress’s right around the corner? Smart man, that Tommy Boy.

When I hit Santa’s Kitchen, my name was being shouted by the volunteers in a joke played on Angela Shartel. My initial fear was that I was getting in trouble for leaving used wipes on the 2007 PCT50 trail; never proved. In the future, TRD requests that all PCT50 aid station volunteers remain behind the yellow security tape. If you wish to speak with Greg Hardesty or I, please check with our handlers/pacers. Anybody buying that?

Aid station # 3, Todd’s Cabin, at mile 17.7 with the joyful rappel down, quickly followed by the

vertical climb out, never fails to irritate every runner while providing the addictive torture this crowd enjoys. There were more medical personal, dressed in the fashion rage orange emergency outfits, at Todd’s cabin than at most hospitals. If you’re going to pass out, do it here. A quick shot of adrenaline to the heart and a few jolting kilowatts from the electric paddles and you’re good to go.

Lets digress for a moment. In 11th grade, while watching “Signal 13” during Drivers’ Education, my bud Kevin wiped something icky on my arm. When the gory movie ended, I discovered a wet substance on my forearm. I asked him what the heck he’d smeared on me. His snickering reply, “It’s gu dude, you’ve been totally gu’d.” Grossed out (and pissed off), I grabbed the eraser hall pass and raced to the boy’s bathroom to wash off the disgusting substance. Fast-forward to 2009 and I’m using Gu as the universal name for sport gels; like Jacuzzi being synonymous with the word spa.

Who invented this ludicrous product and why are we slurping it down? How did Gu morph from being disgusting slime used to make fake buggers to becoming an energy fuel for

endurance athletes, utilized at the most heightened moments of physical exertion? How did legends like Ben Hian, Tracy Moore, Scott Mills and other ultra-elite runners nail so many course records without these cleverly branded packets of gutter sludge? This no-sense product makes us sick to our tummies. TRD is done with it. We’ll explain why. Have a seat, it’s complicated.

Only a few years ago, if you ran in an evil street marathon, Gu was handed out, one time only, at mile 18. How did we go from that simple practice to choking down one of these mush puppies every 30 to 60 minutes over a seven-to-fourteen-hour competitive run?

Let’s look at Gu from a non-practical side. The messy packets are usually opened in areas with no trash cans, where littering is a felony and can get you banned from an event. Therefore, runners are forced to re-stuff crumpled and leaking Gu packets back into pockets and handheld pouches, totally contaminating everything they touch with sticky slime. There’s no proven technique of keeping the messy substance off fingers or handhelds. Users have to waste valuable water to wash sticky body parts so they don’t attract bees, homeless people, or other pollen-seeking insects. Isn’t hydrating hard enough without this additional challenge?

We do love the brilliant trash leash invention created to deal with those nifty Clif gels. Here’s an idea. Why don’t we just keep all of our trash on leashes? This could eliminate the need to walk pets as well as the hassle of taking those silly trashcans out to the curb each week.

Seriously, how can Gu be what your body needs during the absolutely most challenging physical state it’s ever been in? Aren’t we supposed to eat well when we’re exhausted and need more energy? I don’t recall my doctor ripping out a prescription for Gu to deal with my lethargic feelings. “Oh, just suck down one of these packets 48 times daily along with three gallons of water. You’ll be all fired up to beat your kids. Don’t worry about the potential side effects of Type 1 Diabetes, hyperglycemia, insomnia, and an overwhelming urge to watch The Antiques Road Show.

And what’s with all the various Gu flavors and chemical combinations? We didn’t even know strawberries had caffeine! What’s the next big flavor? Artichoke Eggplant with Crystal Meth? Why not stop eating solid food altogether? It would make grocery shopping easier, as well as free up unused pantry space to use as an extra bedroom for annoying in-law visits.

The bottom line is, the whole Gu thing is nothing but another corporate plot to bilk runners of disposable income. It’s like the ongoing Gatorade scam of offering one flavor masked behind goofy names (“Rain,” Frost,” or “G2”) colored with cancer-causing chemicals. TRD is out of the fog and will be eating Taco Bell bean burritos for fuel during races. We strongly recommend running in front of us.

Beware! There must be severe plate tectonic movement in the Laguna Mountains. (For those who don’t watch the Science Channel or dropped out of school in 3rd grade, that means the ground is moving.) In the 2007 PCT50, the 25-mile turnaround was ½ mile farther than this year’s fool proof, security riddled cardboard box. (Question: How did race organizers manage to acquire an Iranian voting box?) With our nine of hearts playing card ballot, we quickly voted for Akmad Hamid Yakur, who was immediately assassinated by the incumbent president. In the 2008 PCT50, Fred Pollard manned the 25-mile turnaround that was roughly ½ mile in front of this year’s turnaround. Plus, the finish line was moved back a quarter mile from previous years. If the whole scenario seems confusing, well, it is. In the end, it makes no difference but we like to poke fun at inconsistencies. Each runner, aside from Kirk Fortini (who snubbed the race), ran the exact same distance and was measured accordingly.

Any one of 10 runners could have won the 2009 PCT50. Without the commentary of a midpoint turnaround source, it’s hard to call the shifting and jockeying of the lead running positions but we’ll give it a Clif Shot. When front runner Tom Crawford #34 passed TRD, going the opposite direction, of course, we couldn’t believe his condition. Tom looked like he’d just stepped out of a Nike catalog. His shorts, shirt and hair all appeared to be freshly dry-cleaned. Running up a section where most runners power walk, Tom smiled and said for the fiftieth time “good job” which in our mind always denotes work, which is something he wasn’t doing much of. At roughly 30 miles, course record holder Ben Hian #46 was a few minutes behind Tom followed by a smattering of really fast, talented runners.

Marty Ellison, fresh off his Noble Canyon 50K, win looked snappy in his signature flower-patterned Dolfins. 2007 PCT50 overall second place finisher Jerry Armstrong appeared strong and stylish in his TRD/ULTRA RUNNER tech shirt. Tracy Moore was doing his normal “oh, I’m just trying to make it thru another day” while internally working his diabolical strategy to lull competitors to sleep and politely pass everyone the last 10 miles. Tom Crawford finished first in what would be an acceptable 50K time of 7:07. Snakeman and Bad Rat (don’t snakes eat rats?) Ben Hian followed shortly in 7:30—good for second place, and Mr. Cool just smoothing into the run Bad Rat Tracy Moore (right) would steal third in 7:33. Tracy’s humility kills us. If TRD came in third, we’d commission a statue regardless of cost.

For the women, 2009 Noble Canyon 50K third place female Tracy Dimino utilized pacer Angela Shartel and powered all the way, uncontested for her first of many ultra wins coming in at 8:54. Tracy crushed her nearest competitor by over an hour. Tracy is seen here predicting TRD’s finishing time. Is that overall second or twenty-two hours and twenty-two minutes? Argh! Megan Yu (right) took second in 10:06, a full thirty minutes ahead of third-place finisher, Jeanni Wheeler (left) at 10:31. A big congratulation to all the women who keep proving Keira’s motto “Silly boys, ultra running is for girls.” Hey guys, you got chicked!

We filed the necessary state paperwork to change Iso Yucra’s (8:56) name to “TT” for Top Ten. Has there been a race where Iso didn’t stroll across the finish line in 10th or better? It doesn’t seem to matter whether he’s in race mode or using an event for a long training run, the results are the same. His raw talent is inspiring. Iso’s street-to-rail transition work with Marty Ellison is no secret and we’re wondering when Iso will waste some serious time to help train The Run Down. TT is the hombre!

Robert Schipsi (9:45) is just plain sneaky fast. Maybe it’s because he lives in Laguna Beach that he does so well in the Laguna Mountains. Whatever the correlation the net result on Saturday was overall 15th which is strong by any standard. We’re proud to have taught Robert nothing about the sport.

When TRD met up with Lambert (LT100) Timmermans (11:13) and PCT50 female record holder Michelle Barton (11:13) they appeared to be prepping for an American Idol audition instead of running a grueling 50-mile ultramarathon. Michelle was singing with her arms held out like a kid pretending to fly while LT chatted away like a misplaced white rapper. For a fleeting moment, TRD felt like Ryan Seacrest but then quickly canceled that thought knowing we preferred women. Both were unaware that having fun and goofing around isn’t allowed in these daunting races. However, the iMichelle and LT were running for the fun of it. Their laughter and positive attitudes were contagious. More than a few runners commented on how the two comedians had helped them pick their spirits up and put the race into perspective.

Michelle and LT are wicked fast and can light up any course. Michelle has more ultra wins then we have friends living with their parents. LT is an alien who could easily cross the PCT50 finish line, then run the course again: self supported. He’s truly an intergalactic runner (maybe ET would be better initials). On Saturday, TRD discovered that both Michelle and LT are also wicked funny and that can sometimes be more important than grinding away constantly watching one’s back and Garmin.

Chris Robinson (11:17) blew me away in early November’s Saddleback Marathon. A classy guy, Chris caught me at the top of the Holy Jim climb, wished me good luck and then left me in the dust and loneliness of the harsh North Main Divide. On Saturday, I would return the trail etiquette by classlessly passing Chris at mile 49 without even a whisper. Listening to Rossette Stone’s Croatian Language CD on my iPod, I couldn’t figure out how to say “excuse me fine sir, mind if I pass” in Russian. That’s the only lame excuse for being a turd I can come up with. How hard is it to say hey bro, give a pat on the ass (hey, it is the Laguna Mountains) and move on; TRD party foul and time to chug a beer.

Charla Bland (11:29) and I played cat and mouse for most of the day. Both of us, having severe intestinal issues, would alternate restroom breaks and continually re-pass one another every few miles. The scenario was reminiscent of the movie “Groundhog Day.” We eventually introduced ourselves and collectively begged runners for unused wipies or spare, unwanted clothing. On this particular day, we both more resembled wild dingos returning from a chili cook-off then ultra runners. We sincerely apologize to the Laguna Mountain wild animals that have the biological task of remarking their PCT territories with their own scent. Next year we’re both running in INKnBURN polyblend “Depends” or “Swimmers.”

After the TRD stalking incident during the Noble Canyon 50K, Kam Senthong (12:44) hired body guard Jarone Blanchette Jr. (12:45) for PCT50 trail protection. Calling Jarone “Junior” is like desrcibing Mt. Everest as a nice hill with a few short climbs. Jarone is the size of most Pine Trees lining the PCT. Jarone finished strong while all the time scowering behind rocks and brush for possible unfriendlies.

Very nice of Lady GaGa tribute runner to make the event. Shelli Sexton (right) (12:53) stole the coveted PCT50 Bling Bling title from Dirty Girl Xy Weiss and then went clubbing in Escondido with Denis Rodman and Robert Downey Jr.

Have you heard of Taco Tuesday? Jill Childers (13:05) has her own version; it’s called Trot Tuesday where Jill runs to and from work for a total of 28.4 miles. It looks like she may be the replacement for exiting David Goggins. Jill swears she showers and changes clothes before hitting her desk, but we’ve received conflicting reports on that from HR.

After running into each other at the first four aid stations, Keizo Amakawa (13:10) and I bonded the Japanese way by formally introducing ourselves. My wife is Japanese, so I naturally California Roll within the Asian inner circle. The PCT50 was Keizo’s first ultramarathon and deserves credit for choosing a tough race and finishing with honor. Keizo and I will have to perform the traditional trail Karate sparing match to determine who will be Sensei or grasshopper. Yikes, TRD leaves deep footprints on rice paper. Does anybody even get that reference? Yes we know it’s a David Carradine Chinese thing.

The classiest guy we know, Fred Pollard, (13:48) no doubt will complete his 4,000 straight ultra while saying “hi” to every competitor by their first name. If there’s an unofficial spokesperson or statesmen for the sport of ultrarunning, it’s Fred. I’m not sure who has more completed ultras, Fred or Dan Brenden (11:19), but the statistics on these guys are staggering.

Although Jody Van Zanten (14:07) and I are members of the So Cal Trail Headz, we didn’t meet until the PCT50. That makes absolutely no sense. But then again, neither does this report.

Corrinne Wallace (14:20) and Pete Vara (14:20) of Dawn Patrol teamed up and conquered the PCT50, crossing the finishing line tandem, only to be informed that this race wasn’t the Trans Rockies and they actually could have run separately. As ultra runners, run coaches and tri-athletes, it’s tough for the duo to keeping all the races and venues organized.

Escondido’s Keith Swiatkowski (Keithski) wouldn’t run on Saturday, but showed support by congratulating runners crossing the finish line. Due to a “Water Board” exam, Keith had to sit this one out. Asked if the local water was safe to drink, Keith’s reply was “not if treated by me.” He’s a shoe-in for Badwater. I made a mental note not to borrow H2O from Keith on any long runs. Keith completed a solo 38 mile run in the Saddleback Mountains on the following Monday for a self-created birthday present. Don’t adults go to dinner for their birthdays? I’m keeping an eagle eye on Keith as he moves up the So. Cal ultra leader board. Where did he get that cool window decal?

Gina Natera, Ted Liao, and Cheryl Zwarkowski made up the sweeping crew and officially won the TRD triple award for hardest last names to pronounce, remember, or write properly. It would be a ton easier on our TRD editorial staff if Jeff Smith did next year’s ribbon removal.

Time to say “farewell” to everyone’s favorite ultra couple, Jeremy and Kara Scarbrough as they relocate to Japan. It seems like yesterday they were kids riding tricycles in the cul-de-sac and eating backyard snails for carbs. Jeremy and Kara are Southern California ultra staples. Kara recently completed the Javalina Jundred (that name and course kinda bugs) while Jeremy completed the Ozark Trail 100 Mile Endurance Run on November 7th. Though definitely strong armed by Scott Mills, both religiously volunteer at every San Diego ultra when they’re not competing. Their presence makes a difference, and adds volumes to every event. They’re ultra runners.

Because TRD is terrified of guns, RPGs, tents with bug access and people trying to kill us, guys like Jeremy have to do the dirty work and protect us as a Marine ready to answer the bell. We salute Jeremy and all his fellow soldiers for their service and dedication to the United States they unselfishly provide. Are we clear? Are we crystal clear? We’re not serious too often (like ever) but on this note, make no mistake. However, there’s a slight possibility the Scarbroughs are also attempting to move up in the international ultra results by racing against very polite people half their size. We’ll have to wait and see how the sushi plays out.

And come to think of it, with email, Facebook, Twitter and Skype, nobody can disappear regardless of distance. Those nifty jets with cramped seats and lousy movies also help.

The Run Down and our partner INKnBURN would like to thank all the wonderful folks who braved a few test TRD tech shirts on Saturday. Being the craziest runners of them all, Lambert Timmermans (LT100) would wear his ULTRA RUNNER tech shirt for the entire race. LT100 will be running one 100-miler each month in 2010 and The Run Down will be covering his nutty escapades thru this uncharted domain.

Colorado’s Jerry Armstrong (9:20) was kind enough to wear his TRD/ULTRA RUNNER shirt from Penny Pines to the finish line. He did email us a PayPal appearance fee invoice which we immediately reported as SPAM. Jerry along with Jason Chilson (9:24) will be participating in the Run the Coast in November 2010 to raise money and awareness for juvenile diabetes. TRD will be covering the event and will conversely be sending a PayPal invoice to Jerry that he’ll certainly send to the trash bin. It’s all cancels out.

The behind-the-scene logistics that go into pulling off an ultramarathon and supporting the runners are mind boggling. A crew of a dozen United States Navy personnel manned the #1 Fred Canyon aid station at mile 6.6, as well as assisted with road crossings, food prep and staffing the finishing area. In an extraordinary effort (made necessary when the brainy Forest Service closed vehicle access to Fred Canyon) they hauled, on foot, all the supplies uphill over a ¾ mile fire road. If you’ve ever gone up or down that road, it’s as steep and rough as it gets. The Navy crew was recruited by Jerry England (also in the Navy), who finished in 12:15 alongside his brother, Dylan (12:15). We formally salute all you guys and gals of the Armed Services but not completely confident we’re using the correct hand.

Neither Kristen Trujillo nor Deborah Acosta would complete the race. The Run Down has nothing to say but congratulations! The PCT50 is no picnic and both have been to the dance before. Kristen completed the grueling 2009 Coastal Challenge and Debra has a few ultra finishes of her own. In this sport, failure is not showing up; Mike Kennedy.

The PCT50 also raised $1,500.00 for the Wounded Warrior Project that supports families who have lost loved ones defending our country and the trails we travel. Thanks again to Todd Leigh (15:12) for the use of your cabin year after year. We’re looking for a nice family cabin for our summer vacation. We’ll shoot Todd some dates and get him a nice motel room in El Cajon.

The PCT50, bar none, includes some of the most diverse terrain of any 50-mile races in the United States. From forest, to desert, to cliff running to meadow blasting, the race offers up some of the best scenery California has to offer. The 2,000 foot sheer rock cliffs on the leading edge of the Anza Borrego desert are indescribable. Must be seen to be believed. RD John Martinez is a total pro and makes certain the race comes off flawlessly. There never seems to be a problem or legitimate runner gripe aside from the lack of valet parking (hey, we’re from the OC). If you’re reading this recap from out of state and are considering traveling outside your comfort zone for a California ultra, the PCT50 should be on the top of your bucket list.

Having dinner with some new acquaintances a few days after the PCT50, the inevitable question popped up. “Why would people run 50 miles?” The short answer went something like this. We run 50 miles, in part, to be alone, and escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. We run 50 miles to relax, stay fit and feel better about ourselves and others. We run 50 miles because we enjoy it and it makes us feel good. Very witty Jessica Riester, who posed the question, paused for a second, tilted her head and responded “Isn’t that what day spas are for?” A luffa scrub, hot oil massage and potential happy ending. Interesting, we had never considered that!

On the drive home, shotgun passenger Michelle Barton and I pondered a few pressing questions. How is it that we peed every ten minutes on the trail, but after crossing the finish line and downing a gallon of water, why aren’t we able to go to the bathroom for the next three hours? Should people who have just completed running 50 miles be allowed to immediately get behind the wheel of an automobile? Shouldn’t Body Glide be called Crotch Glide? Who’s cuter, Karno or Goldie? Can a vegan find anything to eat at a Chevron station? Should Michelle be texting with Akos Konyas about his recent medical procedure? BUTT, the most penetrating question of all . . . is it normal to run nonstop from sunrise to sunset for a tech shirt, a piece of metal and a few bites of pizza?

Think about it, every day people robotically go to work at sunrise and return at sunset. Most of these people only tolerate their jobs, eat tons of cold office pizza, and consume caffeine-laced soft drinks in an attempt to stay interested and awake. They’re involved in a life ultra of epic proportion! The negative physical side effects and mental boredom of this accepted practice are omnipresent. It raises the question again. Is it normal to run nonstop from sunrise to sunset for a tech shirt, a piece of metal and a few bites of pizza? The answer remains “no,” but it should be.

See everyone back for more punishment on May 8th, 2010.

Written, ran and reported by Charlie Nickell.

Edited by OC Register reporter and ultra runner Greg Hardesty and Molli Nickell of Get Published Now.

Summary:

What: PCT 50 Mile Run

When: Saturday, November 21, 2009

Where: Laguna Mountains (San Diego, CA)

Race Director: John Martinez “El Cubano”

Short description for Attention Deficit Disorder readers: 25 miles up, 25 miles down out-and-back.

The Men who didn’t get “Chick’d”

1) Tom Crawford / 7:07
2) Ben Hian / 7:30
3) Tracy Moore / 7:33

The Women

1) Tracy Dimino / 8:54
2) Megan Yu / 10:06
3) Jeanni Wheeler / 10:31

Complete Race Day Results Click Here

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If you’re not entrenched in the sport of ultra-running, the PCT50 doesn’t seem to mean a whole bunch. My Budweiser lamp neighbor thought the PCT50 was a NASCAR event. My mom informed us that PCT50 is the active, streak-free ingredient in Windex. And, my car detailer asked me if you’re supposed to smoke or snort PCT50; either way, he wanted two grams. You would think because the Pacific Crest Trail, conceived by Clinton C. Clarke in 1932, covers 2,650 miles from the Mexican border up to Canada, everyone would’ve crossed its path and remembered it. No such luck. Guess the PCT needs a Starbucks to become part of the collective conscience.

John “El Cubano” Martinez’s PCT50 is one of the most deceiving 50-milers on Earth. And again, due to the “no pain, no gain” mentality in ultra-running, that’s hunky dory. Maybe it’s The Run Down, but each year those PCT50 single-track rocks seem to swell in size and number; they’re alive and multiplying. Again, forget the official online PCT50 course description. El Cubano needs an extended timeout for that misrepresentation of reality. The PCT50’s gain of approximately 5,600 feet is so evenly spread that you’re climbing 80% of the time. Even when you’re lucky enough to find yourself running downhill, an incline pops up and you bitch under your breath, “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

With the PCT50, you better not take your eyes off the trail for more than a few seconds. It’s so technical and undulating that if you lose concentration and get casual, it’s kneecap pizza. The whole scenario makes it tough (again, a good thing) to get into a relaxed rhythm. There are a whopping four 200-yard sections that offer a groomed, sprintable surface but like married sex, it’s over in a flash and then followed by endless miles of fossilized triceratops spines.

And as if that weren’t enough, we had the distinct pleasure of running into three rattlesnakes perfectly coiled smack dab in the middle of the trail. Perfect! We need a few more challenges in these races, so poisonous reptiles were a welcome touch. But, after seeing one snake, everything else resembling a bent line became a snake. Two blue-belly lizards humping? Provocative, but a snake! Rock crevasse? Must be a snake. Random twig? Freaking snake! That’s the issue with so many San Diego Bad Rats milling about: The trail becomes a moving rodent buffet for attracting our dual-fanged friends.

If you had to park on the far side of the street bridge and walk in the cold a quarter-mile to the check-in station, that’s because “Team Armstrong” was hogging 17½ prime parking spots for his unauthorized Mobile Endurance Institute. Complete with chef, experienced crew, prime rib rotisserie and post-race ice pants, Jerry has more staff members than we have friends. It’s a good thing his prize winnings and sponsor float the boat; that would be his stellar wife, Team Jenn!

Let’s break down the course in layperson’s terms:

Boulder Oaks to Fred Canyon Road (6.6 miles) – Pretend you’re climbing an endless set of broken stairs. Great view on the right during the final two miles, uphill, technical.

Fred Canyon to Dale’s Kitchen (7.3 miles) – Hardest section of the course; a few downs but mostly uphill, very technical in spots, and no kitchen appliances in sight.

Dale’s to Todd’s Cabin (3.8 miles) – Shade and trees, finally; some flat areas but it’s the PCT50, so don’t get excited. Some short, technical uphill sections.

Todd’s to Penny Pines (5.2 miles) – Emerge from the forest to witness the nuclear blast fall-line of the Anza-Borrego desert on your right; a couple of rocky sweeping downhill sections and a short uphill section toward the end.

Penny Pines to Turnaround (2.1 miles) – Rolling terrain; you’re a mouse in an outdoor maze with a clear view of hamsters negotiating the trails.

Turnaround to Penny Pines (2.1 miles) — Dodge people coming the other way; nice downhill into Penny Pines for drop bag and/or pacer.

Penny Pines back to Todd’s Cabin (5.2 miles) – Two nasty climbs. The day’s sun is likely pounding the exposed ridge. On your left, the Anza-Borrego desert looks like a nice place if you’re from Iraq. Easy to see where PCT50 entry fees are going: Todd’s Cabins’ new look resembles a Ritz-Carlton beach bungalow; aid station staff wearing Tommy Bahamas.

Todd’s Cabin back to Dale’s Kitchen (3.8 miles) – Short downhill. If you feel like DNFing at Todd’s, there’s a good chance you can walk off the demons between the two aid stations; get up and get moving. Sorry about the 24-degree climb out of Todd’s, but stairs haven’t been invented.

Dale’s Kitchen to Fred Canyon Road (7.3 miles) – Feels more like 730 miles.

Fred Canyon to Boulder Oaks (6.6 miles) – You’ll be in a much better mood when covering this section earlier in the day. While you’re away, they’ll bring in a few extra rocks. You’ll never be happier while running directly under a freeway bridge.

OK, Let’s check in with the other PCT50 cast of characters:

The Hulk showed up with neon-green arm sleeves that after a few miles got rolled down and looked like “Flashdance” leg warmers. Pacing iKarly, Dean Dobberteen would deny his client the hat request despite direct sunlight punishing her citrus Vitargo soak. Dean’s reply: “No way, I don’t have any hair gel, keep moving.” You’ve got to love those sacrificial pacers. We’re still not sure which one of the duo looked hotter.

We could write a novel about Tracy Moore (7:32). On Saturday, Tm_running_5 Tracy was moving with such ease it was embarrassing. When he passed us (going the opposite direction) we couldn’t spot sweat on his shirt or dirt around his socks, his hair looked groomed (sorry, Kirk) and his trail etiquette reminded us of Mr. Rogers. “Hi neighbor, can you say ultra? I like the way you say that. Today, we’re going to hang the sweater in the closet and grab our trail shoes. Come on, let’s run 50 miles together and see some of our favorite friends like Queen Sara & Henrietta Pussycat. Won’t you be my neighbor, could you be mine, would you be mine?”

Honestly, is there a friendly, more even-tempered runner in the universe? Forget the talent and training, Tracy gets the good-guy award and shucks the cliché, “Nice guys finish last.” Tracy would tear the PCT50 to shreds, leaving everyone and everything in his hospitable wake. Maybe we didn’t originally know it but from mile one, everybody — including some podium elite runners — were all fighting for second place; overall first was a goner. Tracy would smash last year’s winning time by almost 20 minutes (that’s two miles, folks). Look out, 2008 WS100 and AC100 – Mr. Moore, that’s Tracy Moore – is coming to a neighborhood near you and he prefers his milk shaken, not stirred.

Akos Konya (7:53) came in third. We’re in shock but yes, did short Injinji stock on Friday. Akos is the epitome of mechanical perfection in motion; his legs and arms alternate in effortless synchronicity. Apparently, "The Matrix” was no science fiction movie. That’s not Akos passing you, it’s agent Smith. “Mr. Anderson, do you actually plan on beating me today, all of me?”

Kyle Hoang’s (8:01) longish hair and GENr8 yellow tech shirt appear to be working out for the downhill speedster. Kyle would beat his last year’s blistering time by 10 minutes and improve his overall finishing place by a few spots.

It’s easy to spot someone who knows what they’re doing. Scott Mills (8:21) is one of those guys. From gear to course mannerisms, it’s always about control, calm and light-hearted confidence with Scott. He should consider putting on a race or something. Scott noticed The Run Down tech shirts rivaling the Bad Rat’s apparel line in trail frequency and immediately slapped an injunction on all TRD wear for the San Diego 100 & Noble Canyon 50k. That’s fine, we’ve got pink "Dancing with the Stars" CoolMax shirts that absolutely rip.

Iso Yucra-Rivera (8:41) would be the top TRD bidder for Runners World Magazine’s Andrew Hersams’ running jacket. At mile three, we caught up with Iso and demanded he immediately pay the $15.50 winning bid. He tried the old "You take Diners Club?" but we would have none of it and slammed his PayPal account for 50 bucks; those late fees are killers.

Let’s analyze Jerry Armstrong’s (8:57:39) post-race words of wisdom: “Ya think running a full marathon with that climb to the turnaround in 3:40 may have been a bad idea?” Jeez, we’re not sure! But, if trying to drop at Dale’s Kitchen was part of Team Armstrong’s intricate race-day plans, then we guess not. Jerry would hit his 15’ x 40’ trailer wall at mile 36.7. Cindy Yankee would pump him full of SPIZ, play a Tony Robbins clip and send him on his way. Jerry would rebound and finish strong. We’re guessing that a longer rig taking up 30 parking spots would’ve improved JA’s finishing time. We can’t wait to see Jerry’s C-130 Hercules transport plane at the SD100. If you’re participating in that event, ride a scooter if you want to park anywhere near the start/finish.

Turns out Mark Barnett (8:57:49) is my boss’ neighbor; yes, I hold a job. Looks like we’ll have to be polite to Mr. Barnett, who’s obviously the real deal. Mark, let Bill Rubin know if there’s anything you need for that cold.

One of the best trail climbers we know, Kevin Nasman (9:16), comfortably in second place most of the race, was the beneficiary of a Steven King-size asthma attack around mile 38. If this had been a 50k, Kevin would’ve surprised a few folks. He’s a scary solid runner and life coach for soon-to-make-his-ultra debut, 25k speedster Ryan Yohn.

Robert Schipsi (9:19) had a nice follow-up to a tough Leona run. He looks prepared for SD100 and is TRD’s pick for a top-10 finish.

Ted Liao (9:50) stopped an errant Border Patrol bullet whizzing straight for Elijah Liao (11:41) as Elijah emerged from an off-path potty break. Both runners share the exact same surname but deny any blood lines. Life partners? It’s running, we’re cool with whatever.

Andy Kumeda (10:16) was the most relaxed guy on the course. Just look at Andy’s oozing LA coolness while outside the Penny Pines aid station; he’s doing a 9-minute mile right there. It’s all so easy for Mr. C2M.

In Michelle Barton’s own words. “This is Dan Brenden and Mrs. Brenden. He’s a maniac at hundreds…worse than Robo. He races like crazy and is running the Grand Slam this year for the 4th time. He always finishes, too! Dan’s taper for Western States includes two 100-milers (Old Dominion and San Diego). He’s great and his wife is a sweetie. He always carries her across the finish line. It’s really touching.”

It’s always good seeing San Diego Running Institute’s Dr. Victor Runco (10:26) adjusting the course. The studly doctor always looks in control and The Run Down had the pleasure of hanging out with the overachieving physician near the turnaround. We would’ve liked to continue running with Victor, but his shoe-fitting crew nailed us at Penny Pines and we got stalled buying a new pair of Brooks and a sports bra; man, they’re good!

On the drive home, Robert Cowan (10:29) was pulled over and cited for operating a motorized vehicle while under the influence of RECOVER-ease. Robo is seen here trying to inhale the evidence. It looks like this was his half-day supply. We think Officer Armstrong was confiscating the contraband for personal gain.

Robert Harris (10:35) had to explain to TRD his scientific theory of moisture, heat, BTUs and energy loss as it relates to exercising and how it all rolls into wearing the proper shirt come race day. Robert wasn’t wearing a shirt during the PCT50. We’re confused, but he does work for the government.

How many So Cal ultras will we have to follow Bud Phillip’s (10:40) infamous white cloth neck guard up some rocky mountain trail? Evidenced by no photo, we’ve never actually seen his face as we’re always behind the super senior. Bud’s taking on a headless horseman persona with TRD.

Back to trail running after a two-year hiatus earning his master’s degree, Ben Stegner (11:04) was looking fit. We’re not sure how smart he got, as he was running 50 miles, but rumor is Ben can now name all the indigenous PCT plants in Latin. He must be fascinating to run with.

Jeff Gilbert (11:59) almost pulled a DNS but was reported to be eating all the good pieces of pork and the biggest slices of pizza under the finishers’ tent.

Robert Baird’s (11:56) second 50-miler in three weeks ended in success. We’re not sure where on Balboa Island he trains but maybe there’s a hefty pile of trust funds for hill repeats. Whatever he does, it’s working.

Poway’s Paul Escola (11:57) had so much Dr. Runco duct tape, bondo and staples adhered to both feet we doubt he needed trail shoes on Saturday. Paul would complete the PCT50 with a pre-existing injury most folks would’ve used for an excuse to watch the NBA playoffs. He’s a proud member of the SoCal Trail Headz, so what do you expect?

Does Dmitri Chechuy (11:59) own another race-day shirt? Maybe he’s sponsored by Pepto-Bismol or is hiding track marks with the long sleeves. We don’t know but Dmitri, with plans of dropping, was kicked out of the final aid station by the hardcore women of the SoCal Trail Headz; girl power! Check out his, from the heart, PCT50 re-cap.

Xy Weiss (12:37) was dressed down for this year’s event. While she did give Kirk Fortini a quick table dance inside Dale’s, her blue digs were in stark contrast to the leopard skin and pink Victoria’s Secrets running gear we’ve come to know and love. Does the Dirty Girl look mad at us?

Eric Lumba (12:47) should have been home working on the SoCal Trail Headz new logo but instead used the PCT50 as an excuse to kick an imaginary case of "creative block." We have his email address.

Kirk Fortini (13:18) had such an easy race that after crossing the finishing line he would sprawl out on Old Highway 80 to even out his tan. It’s too bad all those pesky medical personal reviving him were blocking the sun. Kirk would do his normal post-race recovery routine and down an entire bottle of Listerine. Isn’t it important to have good breath before receiving mouth-to-mouth?

Fred Pollard (13:52), with bib number protruding from his hat, reminded us of our car when we pick it up from the service center; number cone magnetically attached to the roof. Fred appears to be running well but with his weekend habits we’re recommending he purchase an extended warranty. Fred’s a legend.

When we initially spotted Glenda Kimmerly at Penny Pines, we began spinning in the morbid possibility that maybe we were still running in 2008’s Leona Divide 50-Miler. Only after downing some Hammer Heed, with its varying flavor choices (unlike Gatorade, don’t get us started), did we realize Palmdale, thank the good Lord, was more than 300 miles away.

We may have to change Ohio Bob’s nickname. He spends more time in California than we do. Bob was cruising the PCT50 course, giving words of encouragement to all the other Midwesterners who flew out for the event. Mr. Bob Combs would complete Virginia’s Masanutten 100 in 31:20 (41st) the very next Saturday. We’re begining to think he’s from Kenya.

Pat Knoff didn’t have a finishing time because he was too busy working his rear off. Normally, Pat’s dragging Jerry Armstrong out of some mountain stream but today he decided to do something easier and just take care of a hundred runners. Pat personifies unselfishness and our hats off to him.

Did El Cubano physically move the entire race? We all ran 50 miles and his collective mileage appeared to be in the neighborhood of 145 feet. We can’t wait to bug John, who’s pacing PCT50 sweeper Jill Childers in June’s SD100. Maybe Jill’s planning on some type of shortcut so El Cubano can keep up. That comment’s going to cost us.

Yorba Linda’s endurance king Eric Kosters would tear up the initial 26 miles of the PCT50 only to discover blood in his urine; not good. If it’s a 50k he continues and finishes the race in the top 15. But, it’s a 50-miler so he wisely bids good luck to the field, hugs his family at Penny Pines, and sips a cold one while we stumble around Todd’s cabin looking for an IV. Who’s the smart one now?

What a huge surprise: Team Fierce – Michelle Barton (9:05:10) and Keira Henninger (9:05:50) would dominate their respective field while also trouncing 95% of the men. What’s their silly motto? “Girls rule and boys drool.” If these two were professional golfers they’d play on the men’s tour. We think they enjoy passing the guys more than actually winning. In doing some research, we discovered the name origin of VITARGO (their sponsor) and the acronym is all very consistent with their “let’s get it on” attitude; Very Intense Training Always Runs Guys Over. We should’ve seen that one coming. Overall first female (iMichelle) and overall second place female (iKarly) would be decided by less than one second per mile; think about it.

Marisa Willment (10:42) looked sharp in her color-coordinated outfit. Is it us or does Marisa look like buffed-out Linda Hamilton in The Terminator? No migraines (me-grains) for Marisa on this day but that didn’t stop the native South African from hurling Biltong. Are we boycotting the Sun City 50k? We can’t remember: Are we still supposed to be pissed off about apartheid? Marisa?

It happened again! My iPod DNFd at mile 38 and I had too much time for uninterrupted thought. Have you noticed the price of food and refreshments inside an airport? The charges ignore all economic factors just outside their walls. At the Oakland Airport, I bought the world’s worst tuna sandwich for $14.95. Where else was I going to go? What were my available options? The 12-oz. bottled water was $4.75. We pay these prices and nobody blinks.

The topic got me snowballing (easy to do). What could an aid station charge for a cup of water? I mean, if they played hardball? After running for five hours, I’d pay just about anything for liquid; $24.95 to fill my Nathan bottle, no problem. What would my available options be? No thanks, I’ll wander over here and dig a well. In fact, you could charge $100 for 12 ounces of water, as the alternative is dehydration or death. Talk about a captive audience! I’m just saying, there’s money being left on the table.

Sooner or later, all good things seem to come to an end. It’s not far off before you’ll need a swipe card or Mobil Speed Pass to check into an aid station with cumulative frequent runner miles for discounts on races or crappy, overpriced merchandise. Ultra technology is coming and with it comes added expense and hassle. The PCT is just a Cat 5 network cable connecting Mexico (386, 1MB RAM, 600 MG Hard Drive) with Canada (IBM Blade Server) and it’s a matter of time before secured transactions start competing for single-track bandwidth. $65.00 is a smoking deal for San Diego’s PCT50, but get prepared. The aid station’s business model could morph into Edwards Theater popcorn pricing, so start carrying cash or MasterCard for the ensuing $68 Heed, $105 PB&J or the easy payment plan on the finisher’s pulled-pork sandwich. El Cubano is here to help but he doesn’t take America Express.

Time for the Weasel List. The folks below should’ve run in The PCT50 miler but didn’t. Injured, family responsibilities, financial woes, race next week — all a bunch of girlyman excuses. Everyone of these veterans can complete an ultra and finish in the top echelon on short notice. We’re not buying into their stories.

1. Dean Dobberteen – Felt pacing was better for overall skin tone. Plus, resting up for “American Idol” tryouts.
2. Lambert Timmermans – Needed a more remote run to increase odds of not making it home alive.
3. Bill Ramsey – Busy running some city called Dana Point. BFD!
4. Jorge Pacheco – Too close to Mexico! What’s that supposed to mean?
5. Kevin McGuinness – Carving out a new 50k, all-sand course on Coronado Island.
6. Dennis Koors – Saving himself for the SD100, where he’s announced he’ll beat Karl Meltzer’s 2007 time; Dennis needs to back off the RECOVER-ease.

As for my personal trail escapades, they’re never exciting. As a running neophyte, my race-day milestones are a bit off compared to the athletes in this sport. I did pass three hikers like they were standing still (they were); if only they could afford skis to go with those shiny poles. Almost beat 26-ultras-a-year Rob Cowan to the first aid station. My Garmin 301 crossed the motivational line by flashing “Are you indoors?” How slow do you have to be moving for a 133-million-dollar GPS satellite to ask if you’ve potentially ducked inside? Only wasted one hour throwing up with not one chunk hitting my coveted Solomon XT Wings. And, didn’t have to use the actual Ziploc bag as a final potty break wipe. All in all, a respectable day.

As expected, the SoCal Trail Headz showed up in droves. Congratulations and/or thanks to the following members for participating and/or volunteering at 2008 The PCT50.

1. Michelle Barton – Laguna Niguel
2. Dmitri Chechuy – Ladera Ranch
3. Rob Cowan – Coto de Caza
4. Chris Diaz—Coto de Caza
5. Alexa Dickerson & BF – Lake Forest (v)
6. Paul Escola – Poway
7. Pam Everett – Laguna Niguel (v, in charge of Greg)
8. Jennifer Forman – Riverside
9. Leon Gray — Fullerton (v)
10. Kirk Fortini – Wildomar
11. Greg Hardesty – Silverado Canyon (v, tried to DNF)
12. Keira Henninger – Laguna Niguel
13. Eric Kosters – Yorba Linda
14. Ted Liao- Monrovia
15. Eric Lumba – Newport Beach
16. Michelle Mecham – Huntington Beach (v)
17. Kevin Nasman – Alternate Dimension
18. Charlie Nickell – Ladera Ranch
19. Sue Rudolph– Huntington Beach (v)
20. Robert Schipsi – Laguna Beach
21. Ben Stengler – Murrieta
22. Marisa Willment – Mission Viejo
23. Beiyi Zheng – Irvine (v)

(v) Volunteer

If you want to experience the benefits of training with an organized, accomplished and focused trail running group, send inquiries to cgnick@yahoo.com or visit www.socaltrailheadz.org.

The Pretty Crazy Terrain 50 (PCT50) is a must-do ultra. All sarcasm aside, we love the event and every year have a blast torturing ourselves. There’s no pure out-and-back quite like it anywhere else in Southern California. The aid stations have classic spacing, are manned by experienced ultra runners and stocked with all the necessary goodies. If you plan properly and know what you’re doing, the course is difficult but fair. We dig the red technical PCT50 shirts as you can do the fake Target employee thing and shotgun a few Mountain Dews while pretending to restock sodas on Sunday.

The PCT50 throws a lot of runners (including myself) into a tailspin. Folks fail to recognize that you’re running a ridge adjacent to the Anza-Borrego desert. Don’t let the trees and lush foliage in your field of vision fool you. It may be San Diego County, but you’re not at Solano Beach dodging great whites. You could, for all intents and purposes, be in the Kalahari as the moistureless air sucks water right out of your pores. If you don’t up your water and salt intake, you’re going to have a very rough day. Rumor has it smart guy Tracy Moore was taking five salt pills per hour and no, he wasn’t filming a commercial for S-Caps.

We think the sport of ultra-running may have been invented by women; it tends to be dramatically overcomplicated. Desert dune buggy racing: Bud Lite or Coors Lite? Surfing: Long board, twin fin, cold or warm water wax? Cycling: Spandex Target or Cinzano jersey? Ultra-Running: Salt pills or electrolyte drink? Liquid fuel or energy bars? Aid station food or pack your own? Salt every 30, 60 or 90 minutes? Gel with caffeine? Ibuprofen or Aleve? Concerned about kidneys, or not concerned? Gloves no gloves? New shoes or broken-in ones? Keira stalker or iMichelle fanatic? Music no music? iPod Shuffle or Nano? Get up early and drive or stay the night before? Carbo load Thursday or Friday? Drop bag, no drop bag? Chill drinks or aid station ice? Red Bull or Monster? Handhelds or hydration pack? Wipes or leaves? Hat, visor or nada? Out fast or start slow? Sunscreen or tanning lotion…? It’s neverending.

On the drive back to Orange County, I pondered the various things I could’ve or should’ve done differently. All those thoughts started swirling in my head and suddenly I was doing 35 mph in the fast lane. To mentally detach from the day’s events, it was time for a call home to touch base with my wife, Lisa. I dialed up her cell phone and awaited her familiar voice. Unexpectedly, my 2-year-old daughter, Bennett, answered the phone with a basic, “Hello.” I responded, “Hi baby, it’s daddy, where are you?” And, in her unique wisdom she replied, “I’m here daddy, I’m right here.” And all of a sudden, life was simple again.

Written, ran and reported by Charlie Nickell.

Helped park your car and edited by OC Register reporter Greg Hardesty.

2008 PCT50 Summary

When: Saturday, May 10. / 5 a.m. or 6 a.m. start.

Where: Laguna Mountains, CA (east of San Diego) bordering the Anza-Borrego Desert.

Race Director: John “El Cubano” Martinez

Course Description: 100% single-track run on the Pacific Crest Trail through hilly mountains ranging in elevation from 3,000 to 6,000 feet. Course features a 25-mile out-and-back and a working water faucet. Trained snakes courtesy of Zoboomafoo and extra rocks provided by The Home Depot.

Number of starters: 108
Number of finishers: 93
Success rate: 86%

The RECOVER-ease Top Finishers: