Crew Report from LPTRunner, Marty Kanter-Cronin...
Last
week, I had a chance to see one of the biggies in the ultra world up close, and
pace a friend in the Leadville 100. Who wouldn’t want to go? Really? I mean, I
didn’t pay an entry fee, but I get to run on the Leadville Course?
All
I had to do was volunteer to drive 18 hours to Colorado, plan gear, study the mountain
course, figure out how to drive on washboard gravel road, navigate mountain and
lake roads that have no parking, plan pacer hand offs, transport and house four
people, two dogs and all their gear, navigate the myriad of details that go
with supporting a runner (along with 800 other crews vying for the same things).
Yeah!
Let’s do this. I am game. What could go wrong?
Circus
Circus
Oh,
man. Anything can and will happen. Ask any race director, or ask anyone crewing
at a race. Its controlled chaos, its adjustments, its
fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants you happened to be wearing. And its logistics. Logistics!
Even a Circus is about logistics: handing off a lion whip, holding up the
trapeze nets, getting all the elephant poop picked up. Really, the runner runs,
and everyone else runs around him, like crazy clowns, piling in and out of our
crazy clown cars.
A Movable
Feast
So
we move. Round and round. And back again. Making sure the runner has what he
needs when he needs it, where he needs it. Miss a simple thing, and the
depleted runners fragile ego could be crushed. Then you’ve got someone in tears
(or angry) at mile 76, at 2 AM, wondering why you can’t find the green coconut M&M’s
in the back of a car that looks like a small explosion at an REI store. And oh
your car is a half mile away too. So crewing is a lot like refereeing a game.
No one much notices you until you screw up.
Who’s
this Adam runner guy?
Adam
McRoberts is our runner. The one we are all here for. Cheering, screaming,
feeding both food and encouragement. Adam had been having trouble with an
Achilles tendon for a couple months and as recently as a few days before had a
flare up that hobbled him after a single mile. So this race was in jeopardy
right from the start. Hanging, fragile as a tendon in the back of his leg.
Adam, however is tough. Tough as a rusty nail stirring whiskey. Once he got started, and was good as
gold at mile 13, I knew only a major blow up would remove him from this race. I
paced Adam at the Kettle 100, and have seen him get really comfortable with
being uncomfortable. (Adam would make a great LPTR, except now he moved to
Boulder, CO, the snot).
The Crew
Adam
and I had three friends who volunteered to help pace and crew too: Jessica,
Tawnya, and Maggie. Oh, and Mica and Roxy, the four legged crew members. A late
addition, we were also joined by Steve, Jess’ boyfriend, and he played a
pivotal role in keeping some of us sane, adding an extra vehicle to the mix, and
actually providing a crucial piece of gear in the form of an extra pair of
running shoes. We had fun, we were a team, even if sometimes we messed up. Crewing
starts as: Do I have everything? Have I got it all organized? Where are the
maps? And then it morphs into: Is a Clif bar good after you wash off the dirt
with Heed? Does a steering wheel or a dog make a better pillow? Do I stink as
bad as you do? Who peed in the back of the car??
A Taste
of Logistics.
A
4AM start. The girl team took Adam to the start, and my job was to head to mile
13 around Lake Turquoise, 8 miles from our camp. It was a tight spot that
logistically was hard to navigate, so I thought I would skip the start and get
a jump on better parking Ha. It appears that half the other teams had the same
idea. A 1/2 mile walk to the Aid Station. People all over the place, parking
half on a mountain road. I say: LET THE CIRCUS BEGIN!
Another
example, about noon, we missed Adam at an Aid Station. I planned enough time to
get to Twin Lakes at mile 39, but the SOB Adam was running faster and I didn’t
count on a mile walk to the crossing point. I was bummed, mostly at myself. It also
turned out that the AS had lost Adam’s drop bag, and then we missed him. GACK.
But like I said, Adam is tough, and he just kept motoring onward. Yeah, it was
like this for much of the day and night. I could go on for about 2800 words,
but you kinda get the idea. OK, here are some highlights from Team Fckup
(motto: if we can’t lose it, no one can)
Cement
pylons are harder than car doors
Dog
will slip loose collars and bolt (We catch her)
Loose
drop bags are easy to lose.
Driving
15 miles from AS to AS takes 2 hours down crowded gravel road
Runner
has 10 mile section with 5000 feet of accent and decent
Runner
is likely to beat us to the AS if we don’t get though
Race
personnel were gonna make us walk a mile; get lucky and they let us through
Forgotten
headlamps provide very little light
Ford
Explorers can park on three wheels
Good
thing it was a rental
Found
lost bag hours later on the side of the road
Tired
Poodles don’t want to walk
They
do attract a lot of attention and comments when you carry them like a baby
Runner
works at shoe store has a single spare pair of shoes, race organizers LOSE
Runner
wants things we don’t have in the car
Make
a trip into town to get
Next
time you see him he won’t want most of those either
Give
Runner a new gel he has never tried and he throws it up
Pretty
purple color though
Snickers
bars and Mountain Dew are good food for the last 30 miles of a Hundo
Tom
Waits has songs that start with every letter in the alphabet except Q, X and Z.
The
stars are brighter at 10,000 feet
Runner
blows shoes out, has to wear borrowed Adidas, a company he despises
Car
top cargo boxes are not aerodynamic when they are open
Most
shoes and gear bounce quite well on pavement
Not
plastic boxes however
The
road you have programmed into the GPS is closed due to all the crews
Back
up driver is lost, and you are out pacing.
GPS
dies and back up driver can’t find the cord
She
diverts, get hailed by a pacer that his runner is down
Back
up driver was a nurse, and does the right thing
This
could have been a much longer list
Adversity
makes the best stories, and the best and funniest lists
Pacing
and the Course- The Nuts and Bolts
At
mile 40 to 45 Adam had to cross Hope Pass, climbing over 3000 feet to get
there, and then drop like a stone 2500 feet on the other side and the awaiting
50 mile turn around and his pacers. Jess had the first turn, and performed
admirably in getting Adam over one of the toughest parts of the race. My turn
came at mile 60, and after a 4 mile climb from Twin Lakes, it was pretty much a
12 mile fire road/paved road run. Most of it was flat, albeit at 9800 feet of
elevation.
Jess
took over again to climb Sugarloaf pass for another 10 mile section of climbing
and descent over Sugarloaf pass. I guess I should have looked closer at the
elevation profile, cause Jess got ALL the big climbing. My turn came again, and
I was supposed to do a 5 mile stretch and turn it over to Tawnya for the last 8
flat miles. However Tawnya got diverted to rescue a down runner who broke his
hip at mile 85, so I ended up with another 8 miles
In
the end, Adam finished on two good but sore feet. He is an incredible
inspiration to all of us around him, showing just what a human with an
indomitable spirit is really capable of. Adam does all this with humor,
patience, and a sense of wonder. The only time I saw him start to lose his
patience was on the last four mile stretch of never-ending flat dirt road that
leads to the finish. I think he would have preferred another climb (Maybe not).
Adam finished in 28 hours and 28 minutes, quite contented he conquered a very
difficult course.
Lastly,
I thought I would add this quote. When I read it, I think of Adam..
“The ultimate measure of a man is not where
he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times
of challenge and controversy”. – Martin Luther King.