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| The end of 400 miles. Photo: irunfar |
Just 20
days after Leadville the remaining 23 Grand Slammers turned up in Utah to crown
the summer's efforts. Much as Nick and I wanted to do well in the race itself,
it was now all down to whether he could beat me by over 69 minutes, which was
my lead from the other races. As he said in post-Leadville interviews, it was
'game on.' See my race reports from the other three races (
Western States,
Vermont and
Leadville).
A
canceled flight the day before the race didn't help my stress levels but I
eventually got to the race briefing late, direct from the airport. There was a
lot of uncertainty in the air for me despite the fact everyone I spoke to
seemed to think I had the Slam record in the bag. I didn't think that, but at
least I was uninjured and as well rested as possible.
The race
itself started with almost two hours of dark and the first few miles were on
gently rolling trails, an easy introduction into the 26,500ft of ascent and
almost that much descent (it's a point-to-point course). This race is by far
the hardest of the Grand Slam events and wasn't helped by it being one of, if
not the, hottest year in the race's history.
Nick and
I went to the front from about mile three onwards then the first huge climb
started and Nick disappeared into the darkness. By the top of the climb, a
4,000ft net gain, I could just see him about three minutes ahead and I was just
ahead of the chase pack. I felt that was a good start and that my legs were cooperating.
Some of the early miles were beautiful and I was able to enjoy it before
feeling the fatigue and soreness that would inevitably follow. Rod Bien and I
ran together for many miles and I considered him the biggest threat for the win
after Nick since I used to live in Bend, OR, where Rod lives and I'd seen his
strength on the climbs. Rod eventually got a comfortable margin for third, but
all I cared about was how far ahead Nick was.
Nick led
from start to finish and I was in second almost the whole day as well, but he
had me worried when he started increasing his lead through the day. It didn't
help that I missed a turn before half-way and added 15 minutes, meaning he had
a 38-minute lead at mile 52. The heat took it's toll in the first half too and therefore
many people dropped fairly early on, plus all the runners were slowed by the
lack of shade for long sections. Even though Western States was far hotter this
year than Wasatch, I had about as many issues dealing with dizziness and
difficulty eating at both. The additional altitude of Wasatch certainly added
to this, with much of the course above 9,000ft.
From
about 25 miles in I could definitely tell my legs had run several 100s
recently, which wasn't how it felt at Leadville. All I could do was to look
after myself enough to avoid a melt-down (or a serious one anyway). Yet Nick
kept his lead to between 27 and 41 minutes for most of the second half so I had
to push.
I've
never vomited in a race before so when I got light-headed then started spewing at
mile 80, I got very worried. It had been dark for over an hour and the trails
in the last 25 miles are sketchy to say the least. Technical, rocky trails are
fun, but there were some nasty super-steep descents down v-shaped scree slopes
with fist-sized rocks throughout. Combining high altitude, exhaustion, night
and those downhills led to a lot of falls, swearing and frustration. I
struggled to get into a rhythm with constant ups and downs from mile 85 and was
generally feeling sorry for myself. I was sure Nick must have been zooming
ahead of me to get close to the 69-minute win he needed, but I wasn't the only
one feeling the effects of the day and the previous races.
After a
9.7-mile stretch between aid stations on the hardest terrain of the day I'd somehow
pulled back a few minutes, which got me so excited I sped up then had to puke
again. With 7.6 miles to go Nick was only about 35 minutes ahead, so even my
second bout of stomach issues wasn't enough to worry me.
In
contrast to some of the insanely hard night sections before it, the last few
miles are gentle and very runnable. There's still a lot of downhill to the
finish but it's at more of a pedestrian 12% gradient than the near vertical
sections earlier, plus it's all on fire roads finishing with a couple of miles
of paved road.
Wasatch
is undoubtedly the hardest race I've ever run and makes for a seriously tough
finish to the Grand Slam. I look back now and know the only reason I got
through it and kept motivated was that nick and I had pushed each other for the
whole summer and I was never going to let that hard work go to waste.
Nick won
in 20h24m, a slower time than he should have run due to the heat and leg
fatigue. I heard him finish as I was running down the side of the mountains
about three and a half miles away. Then I came in just under 21 hours after
more night running than I've ever dealt with, but couldn't find the route to
the finish line when just feet away from it. I was shouted at very angrily by a
race volunteer (I assume) who told me to follow the glow-sticks, which just
weren't very visible from 100ft away. That little altercation cost me a couple
of minutes and I finished in 21h01m. I felt no emotion, not even relief, and
was just drained. The day had been full of so many emotions and highs and lows
as varied as the course profile, that I think there was just nothing left. It
took me about two hours to eat a grilled cheese sandwich as even that was too
much effort after the running stopped. Full race results
here.
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| Nick at the finish. Photo: irunfar |
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| Congratulating each other on our wins (everyone's a winner). Photo: irunfar |
In summary
So Nick
ran the fastest combined time for the four Slam races in 70h21m but 37 minutes
later I lowered that again to 69h49m. Just writing that makes me wonder how we
both were able to go head-to-head for such a huge amount of time and finish so
close. It really came down to the final miles and nothing was certain until we
both crossed the line.
Much as
the body gets damaged by these consecutive 100-milers, the mind takes a beating
too. Forcing myself to give it everything through the last 30-70 miles (depending
on which race in the series it was) four times in succession drained me to my
core.
I'll have
many fond memories of this summer and the main theme will be the friendly, but
committed, competition with a good friend and incredible runner. I've nothing but
the utmost respect for Nick and we drove each other to perform better and run
faster than solo efforts would have allowed. It's rare to see a close rivalry
between just two runners in the ultra world and to have us so evenly matched
through the summer. I look forward to the next time we face off against each
other, probably at the 2014 Western States.
There
were 22 finishers in the official
Grand Slam plus Nick completed the races without entering the overall series.
Their details are
here and all went through more than I could have imagined before
I attempted it myself.
My full
Grand Slam write-up is on
irunfar.
Also,
here are the Strava GPS files for the four Slam races:
And finally the gear I used, which was basically identical through all four races and worked really well for me:
Scott Kinabalu T2 trail shoes
UltrAspire handhelds, Spry and Alpha vests
Julbo Dust shades
Clif Bar Shot gels and Shot Bloks
Drymax Max Protection Trail socks
Hypoxico Altitude Tent (for Wasatch only)
Thank you to everyone who helped or supported me, whether it was my pacers Sean Meissner and Aaron Keller, my sponsors or my wife who had to put up with me spending half the summer away from home.
