Race Report: 2008 Living History Farms XC

Race: Living History Farms
Date: November 22, 2008
Location: West Des Moines, IA
Distance: 7 miles
Official Time: 1:05:49
Pace/Mile: 9:24

A light wind blowing, temps hovering in the high 20's, and the slight hint of flurries in the air...the perfect weather for a racing classic. With over 7,500 runners converging Saturday morning on Living History Farms in West Des Moines, this race certainly continues to live up to its billing as the largest cross-country race in North America. Where else can you see runners dressed as reindeer pulling Santa and his sleigh, a flock of women in emaculate white wedding dresses, guys in swimsuits and goggles, the entire entourage from the Wizard of Oz, an Elvis-impersonator or two, and a guy in a cow costume. In a word, this race is 'udderly' crazy!

Hoping to find a better parking spot than last year which would allow me to be closer to the start but also provide me an easier exit with the post-race crowds, I arrived around 7:00 a.m. The area was already beginning to fill up, with scores of runners jogging to and fro, some picking up their race packets with others nervously pacing in an attempt to stay warm. Having picked up my packet the night before, I was glad to be sitting out my early morning wait in a warm vehicle instead of the long line I saw outside the main pickup & registration location. Pulling out my morning newspaper and half of a peanut butter and honey sandwich, I hunkered down to pass the time.

Closer to 8:00, I stepped out of my Jeep and began my pre-race stretching routine. The cold air was certainly crisp, but with this race, I'd rather have it snowy and cold than sunny and warm any day. Finished with my stretching, I walked over to use portable toilets (surprisingly clean) and then ambled towards the large crowds. An interesting mix of runners had already begun to congregate in front of the registration building. It included an impromptu ritual dance by the man dressed in only a indian loincloth, famed for running barefoot in every race he attends, and a small crowd of giggling brides dressed in bright white gowns (soon to be a muddy brown, of course). Though I'm never typically surprised by the costumes which appear each year for this race, I do wonder once in a while whether the people wearing them are a bit crazy. I mean, who in their right minds would wear nothing but a diaper to a 7-mile cross country foot race? Makes me feel somewhat overdressed in my long-sleeve and running tights. But at least I'm comfortable.

Lining up in the starting corral, I realized then just how large this popular Iowa race has become. Crowds of runners extending virtually forever in all directions around me, almost 700 more than last year alone. After a few brief announcements, including that of reminding runners to be sure timing chips were firmly attached to shoes, the entire assembly came together for the singing of the National Anthem in unison. Then the last-minute fidgets before, while we counted down to race start. And we're off!

Having positioned myself in the first 1,000 runners near the starting line, I only had but a minute to wait before those around me began the transition from a slow creep into a nominal running pace. Someone next to me kept asking, "where's the start? where's the start?", to which I replied, "just look for the timing mats". I figured that since we were wearing timing chips, we'd assuredly trot over some sort of timing mats at or near the start that would kick off our official race timing. But as we passed under the final banners and photographers, we all soon realized that someone must have forgotten that crucial element. What, no timing mats? Quickly triggering the chrono on my watch, I increased my pace a little to make up for the 'late' start, eager to make the best time overall that I could.

The first mile of the course took everyone around the 1800's-replica farm town and past the hundreds of spectators that lined its dirt streets, all screaming their encouragements. As the roadway wound up and around the outskits of the village, we then entered the tunnel which would pass us under Interstate 35 to the outlying fields beyond. Mile 2 saw us headed down a dusty road past the large barn and horse-powered farm, just as the crowd of runners began to thin some. Towards the end of this mile, we would turn onto a double track trail along the edge of a tilled field. Having experienced a sprained ankle on this same uneven path a previous year, I did my best to find the flatest route and followed a group of eager young runners as they wound their way past a few of the slower ones.

The next mile found us following the fields as they ebbed and flowed around the existing farmland. The winds were light, but still chilling in their effect on those of us who were beginning to grow warmer with every step. I pulled the zipper on my thermal shirt down a couple notches and rolled my sleeves slightly, trying my best to equalize the heat and cold my body craved and yet required.

Mile 3 clicked by like clockwork, with my watch showing roughly 26:30. In the distance, I could see the hoards of runners as they dropped into the first wooded section containing one of the many famed creek crossings we were sure to encounter. As we followed those in front of us, we entered the woods and were immediately faced with our first water event. Not hesitating, I jumped down to the freezing water below and proceded to scurry as quickly as I could up the other bank. The water had been over ankle-deep, and was quite a shock to the feet. But I knew they would warm up within minutes if I kept my pace. Out the other side and through the trails of yet more hills, we plodded forward.

Exiting the first section of woods, we came upon yet another expansive field. This open portion would last a mile or so. Part way through, we passed over the marker for Mile 4 and past a primitive village site. Nearly tripping on an exposed campfire pit, we turned onto a narrow path that would lead us into the next wooded foray. Again, we were subjected to more ups and downs, creeks and riverbeds. Many times, we found ourselves clawing our way up muddy slopes with only the aid of knotted ropes. Oh, what fun!

Shortly after Mile 5, we once again entered the thundering tunnel under I-35 and left the roadway for the final wooded section of the course. Here, it was hill after constant hill, with more water than we'd experienced the entire first half. By now, my toes were beginning to lose feeling, but I encouraged myself to continue on without a break. At Mile 6, we began a long downward trail towards the final creek crossings. Glancing furtively at my watch, I noticed I was still doing fairly well with a time of about 56:12. Knowing the last mile contained the mother-of-all-hills, I dug as deeply as I could and raced through this final wooded section and launched myself over the final watery pit. Before me loomed "the hill".

Taking a brief 15-20 second respite from the punishment at hand, I quickly assessed myself and began focusing on the remainder of the course before me. I loped back into a uphill jog, picking up pace slightly as I reached the top. All along the meadow above, runners were panting and heaving, trying to catch any air they could. But all of us knew that stopping now wasn't in the cards...that finish line was but a half-mile away. Up and over a few modest hills, not to mention a log to two, we found ourselves on the downhill portion and entering the farm town setting again. Putting on a burst of what available speed I had, I did my best to pass as many people as I could before literally falling over the timing mats at the end.

Walking up the hill from the finish line, I met my friend Tom who had finished a couple of minutes before. He was already starting to tremble from the cold, and mentioned he would be looking for some hot apple cider as soon as possible. Making my way to the post-race refreshments area, I found a couple of donuts waiting exclusively for me. Ah, how did they know?

Do you know when a race is considered hugely successful? Just glance around afterwards and notice the thousands of finishers with telltale grins on their faces, sharing war-stories from the past hour or so. That is Living History Farms in a nutshell. Oh, that and the jelly-filled donuts.

Be sure to check out the Des Moines Register video.

Monday Run-Down

It feels as though the fall season is rapidly bleeding away from us. Just yesterday, it seemed it was October...bright autumn leaves and the plans of a marathon trip to NYC but a away. Yet today's run reminded me that God created these wonderful seasons. He also created running tights, for a reason—and when the north winds howl and the temperature is hovering above freezing, you shouldn't end up forgetting them at home.

A quick run-down on recent happenings and things to come...

Though a little over two weeks have passed, I am still feeling the afterglow of running in the NYC Marathon. It was a great experience for me, and one I know I won't soon forget. I've had so many opportunities to relate my personal story to friends and family, as well as numerous chances to thank them for their support and prayers. It has also inspired me to look ahead and set still more goals.

It's definitely that time of year again. Yes, you know…the age-old, annual tradition where you blanket the outside of your home with millions of tiny bulbs, that fine act of ladder-balancing while freezing most every body part you own, the seemingly endless process of poring over the miles of drop cords and strands of Christmas lights searching for the one small reason why the entire house refuses to become a Griswoldian beacon to the local neighborhood...

 Clark:  Russ, we checked every bulb, didn't we?
 Rusty:  Sure, Dad.
 Clark:  Hmm...maybe we ought to just go up there 
         and check...
 Rusty:  Oh, wow.  Look at the time.  I gotta 
         get to bed. I still gotta brush my teeth, 
         feed the hog, still got some homework to
         do, still got those bills to pay, wash 
         the car...

Ah, Christmas is coming...now, where's that ladder?

The Living History Farms race is this Saturday...I am so totally psyched. And why not, this happens to be my favorite race of the entire year. I mean, where else can I spend a fabulous Saturday morning in November running through woods, fields and streams with thousands of other crazy runners and, while crossing that finish line completely covered caked in mud and grime, still have the incredulous look of pure enjoyment on my face? It's priceless.

Over Hill, Over Dale...It's LHF!

"Over hill, over dale, through bush, through briar, over park, over pale, through blood, through fire, I do wander everywhere..."

It's official...the 30th annual Living History Farms Off-Road Race, to be held next weekend—November 22nd, received its 7,500th entrant this weekend and registration is now closed! Widely considered the "largest cross-country race in North America" and featured favorably in both Runner's World and RunningTimes magazines, this 7-mile classic is an awesome way to end the racing season, as well as stock up on more than enough running stories to last the entire winter long. And just so you understand that I am not kidding around, you literally must be ready to climb fences, wade through creeks and streams, avoid farm animals of all types, and claw your way to the top of mud-filled gullies along with thousands of other runners of likewise questionable senses. Sounds like a fun race, eh?

Well, apparently there were more than a few runners with said questionable senses at last year's event (6,882 to be exact) so race organizers have wisely decided to implement a 7,500 participant limit on the race this year. That will inevitably make for a crowded start line, however with race chip timing also making a debut I'm sure we'll all have a safe and speedy race out there.

If you were lucky enough like me to have signed up for the madness early, just prepare yourself: get there early, don't wear anything you wouldn't want ruined, and double-knot those shoelaces. (A hockey helmet and some shin guards may be warranted, too.) But above all, enjoy yourself for the ride of your life.

Still unsure what this LHF-hype is all about? See the KCCI video from the 2007 race. Steve Bobenhouse, fellow race director and a friend of mine, does a wonderful job here explaining the unique qualities of the race and what runners should expect to find come race day.

Oh, and be sure to check back here soon after the race for my racing report and photos/video of the event. Yes, I will attempt this year to carry a camera with to hopefully document some of the action along the way. See you out there!!

Race Report: 2007 Living History Farms XC, Part 2

It's brisk and chilly at 9:00 a.m. and I'm surrounded by over 6,800 of my closest cross country runner friends, not including the palpable estimation of a few thousand spectators pressing against the fences nearby, as the race starts. I miss the actual moment and fumble to start my watch timer, somehow thinking that an exact recording will end with a credible result in my favor later on. Though we could ultimately view the lead runners heading off at full gazelle-like speeds, over the tops of thousands of winter hats and a few spikey blue haired individuals in front of us, the unfortunate fact is my group of seven individuals would end up waiting a long couple of mintues before the crowd we were in would actually begin to move forward. Moreover, we would not even approach the semblance of running until closer to four minutes into the race. I turned and grinned at my friend Ryan ... ah, Living History Farms is back! And as always, this was going to be an experience we wouldn't soon forget.

Now, the sheer fact of hosting a race with seven thousand runners has its own logistic impacts, but by combining this with such a unique cross country course setting it is simply an incredible experience to be a part of. Finding our way out of the starting area and skirting the edges of the 1875 historic replica town, we clicked off the first mile of our adventure and began our trek west towards the outlying countryside. A quick jaunt through the tunnel which leads runners under the I-35 highway elicited a thundering collaboration of hooting and hollering, which echoed for miles I'm sure. Following the dusty roadway past a large barn and horse-powered farm from the early 1900's, we slowly wound our way onto an uneven and slightly rutted field lane which would carry us for the remainder of mile 2.

Here is where the race ends with the pagentry and gets down to the nitty-gritty that all of us runners love so much. The lane abruptly ended on the edge of an corn field and runners were faced with the actual "cross country" aspect many of them had never prepared themselves for. First, we tackled a small hill to climb up into the field, then we proceeded to dodge the deep ruts and old cornstalks as the course curved us around the outer edge of the field and down into a basin area with a few ponds. Carefully rounding each of these water hazards, we blazed our own trail up a long hill towards the north and into a shallow field as our third mile marker quickly approached. With barely enough time to catch our breath, the course then pulled us directly into the woods for the first of MANY creek crossings we would endure. After a leap of faith and cold water up to our ankles, we dug our hands into the muddy walls and clamored our way back out and onto the trail. Many up and down hills later, we emerged onto yet another corn field that would lead us back east and through an old 1700 Ioway Indian farmstead for the conclusion of mile 4. A small road out of the area then directed us back west towards the next challenge and deftly plunged us deep into the most difficult wooded section the course has to offer.

The next mile would be full of deep creeks and hills so steep that many offered climbing ropes just to scale. One such creek required us to make a decision to either cross via a bed of large rocks or choose to wade further downstream through waist-high water. As cold as that water was, we took the latter challenge and felt our bodies react with shock as we emerged. Needless to say, we needed a few moments afterward to allow our legs to thaw enough to return to our former speed. As we approached the next creek crossing, a sign promptly informed us to make a decision ... "Long and Easy" or "Short and Hard". Oh heck, we can never pass up the opportunity for war stories afterward and quickly chose the shorter route. As we passed the sign and rounded the bend, we were greeted by hundreds of runners thrashing through deep mud and water. I think it was here that I lost a shoe one year and had to dig it out before moving onward. I made sure it wouldn't happen again and took a running leap towards the far shoreline. I was lucky enough to land on solid ground and scrambled up the bank, then turned to help a few of our friends out. Once everyone was on dry land again, our troupe headed up the the horrendously steep hill, bypassing the ropes altogether and instead opting for a quicker route through the younger treeline to the right. This would lead us onto the earlier roadway that then took us back under I-35 and "closer" to civilization. Of course, we wouldn't spend much time getting used to the solid running surface and were quickly directed back down into another wooden portion that would yet again challenge our stamina with frequent hill climbs and decents. Ducking under a walking bridge filled to capacity with cheering onlookers, we dove down into the last of our creek challenges. With each getting progressively harder than the previous one, the final crossing called for us to traverse a mammoth 10+ foot deep crevasse filled with knee deep water and mud. This was itself a tough challenge, as the mud made it next to impossible to climb out the other side. Again, teamwork would save the day. The final leg of our journey was ahead.

Passing the sixth mile marker, we dug into the last of our endurance and slowly made our way up the long hill into a hay field. Normally in years past there would be large round bales of hay lining the final approach, all providing an optional climbing challenge to runners, but not to be this year. Once we reached the top of the hill, our path wound us again south and towards the finish in this little historic town. Rounding a few frontier-styled buildings and pouring on the gas for one final burst of speed, we enthusiastically crossed the line and congratulated each other. We had done it ... we had conquered LHF for yet another year!

A few donuts and a yogurt later, I packed it in and made my way slowly out of the parking area. Though I would face more than an hour's worth of traffic before I would reach home again, I reveled in the fact of how wildly popular and extraordinary this race truely is, and how thankful I was to have something like it to remind me of my desire for running. As most everyone who ran it knew, this race isn't about being swift or clean, though there had been a few of each there this day. The Living History Farms XC Race is more about community and comradery. It's an experience to remember, to share and be shared. And even with all the traffic and congestion runners typically experience each year due to the wild popularity of this race, none of it could ever come close to dousing its runners spirits. They'll only come back hungry for more.

The big question is, will I be back to brave this madness again next year? As my fellow Minnesotans would say, "you-betcha!" Enuff said. Hope you can join me.

Race Report: 2007 Living History Farms XC, Part 1

6,882 cross country runners couldn't go wrong, right? That was the official count at Saturday morning's Living History Farms race, and judging by the endless throngs of eager and colorfully dressed people who showed up, I'd say their count was fairly accurate. With nearly ideal weather conditions, we again experienced the yearly mother-of-all-races and clearly the unique end to each of our running seasons for this year. I've said it before and I'll say it again ... this is definitely THE race to try once in your lifetime.

As there had been a few rumors going around that last year's record of ~5,000 runners was in serious jeopardy of being toppled (more like mangled, as we would soon come to find out), I wisely decided to arrive at the race site ahead of whatever crowds may decide to appear. Although getting into LHF seemed to be rather smooth and efficient, you could already see the multitudes of people who must have had the same idea. Parking was already filling up rather quickly and thoughts of a quick and clean exit strategy was slowly beginning to diminish. None the less, after finding a nice spot to park under a tree near the main road out, I grabbed my winter hat and gloves and made my way down to the registration building. It was just a bit chilly out, I'm guessing around 38 degrees, but the absence of wind and precipitation already seemed to add to the growing excitement in the air.

Entering the registration area, I quickly located my number on the wall and made my way through the line to receive my race number and yearly long-sleeved shirt. The shirts they create for this race are awesome and tend to be a coveted item among many a runner's wardrobe, including that of me and my wife. I have a few in my closet at the moment, and wear them with pride during the colder weather months. After taking a moment to pin my race number to the front of my shirt (which just so happened to be my race shirt from the 2005 event), I headed back out the door and into the crowds growing outside. Having made prior plans to join up and run with a few friends from work, I picked my way through the swelling masses of costumed individuals, of which I saw: Elvis, Dolly Parton, women with pink tu-tus, and men with shark heads. You can't not call this race interesting. Passing the shoeless loincloth man, I found our meeting spot with 40 minutes to go. Within a few minutes, my friend Ryan (also an adventure racing buddy of mine) showed up and we began discussing the record breaking amount of racers sure to show. We both had the gut feeling that the race course was likely to be a bit slower than years past, with all the glut of runners squeezing down wooded paths and across muddy streambeds together. When the rest of our crew showed up, we slowly made our way down to the starting chute and joined the thousands of runners already waiting. Though we normally fight our way to spots near the front of the chute, this morning we were found ourselves at the very back of the pack. This suited us fine, as one of our members was a LHF "newbie" and another had just recovered from foot surgery. Our strategy was just to have a good time and enjoy the race. Today there would be no PR, just the thrill of a pleasant run with friends over hill and dale.

As the national anthem finished up (we actually couldn't hear it from where we were standing), the gun quickly sounded. You could see the front of the pack begin to surge forward. Of course, that surge to begin wouldn't reach us for over another two more minutes as nearly 7,000 runners began to lumber their way onto the 6.8 mile cross country course...

to be continued ...

Over The River And Through The Woods...Literally

One of the most exciting races of the year is coming up this weekend. Considered by Runner's World to be the "largest & best cross country race in North America", the Living History Farms Off-Road Race will be holding its 29th annual event Saturday in Urbandale, Iowa.

Created from a vision over 35 years ago, the Living History Farms is essentially a living history museum, made to preserve and teach generations to come about America's agricultural heritage. Today, Living History Farms is a nationally renowned not-for-profit agricultural museum that remains true to that vision. Consisting of over 550 acres, the land is an authentic reproduction of times past while also sharing nearby urban surroundings. And it's this rural setting that sets the stage for one of the most exciting races runners about for in central Iowa.

As the Living History Farms Off-Road Race website states, "you must be ready to climb fences, wade through creeks, avoid animals and claw your way to the top of gullies with over 5,000 other runners of questionable senses." (Correction, they are expecting close to 6,000 runners this year ... it seems good news travels fast!) In other words, be ready for anything. I have had the pleasure of running this race for many years now, volunteering for countless other, and each year gets better than the last. It is a great way to put a finishing touch on your racing season for the year, and generates some unique stories to share during the colder winter months to come.

All in all, it should be a riot this weekend, and I intend to enjoy myself to the fullest. Even though I have been battling some minor medical issues for the past few weeks, I received the "okay" from my doctor today and am prepping to hit the woods in good fashion. The plan is to forsake the typical quest of improving a PR in exchange for joining up with a half dozen other friends, as we hoot, holler, and gallop our way through the woods on this fun and unforgettable course.

One final note ... if you plan on joining us for this truely unique event, here's some quick advice: be sure to arrive early, don't wear anything you wouldn't want ruined, and double-knot those shoelaces ... 'cause this race is going to knock your socks (or possibly your pants) off! Just check out this video of last year's race.

The Hard Way

Sitting here gazing at my Runner's World calendar, with its October-themed photograph of an inspiring runner plodding down a backwoods trail canopied by fall-tinged leaves, I realize I've been anticipating such a run lately. Admittedly, I have spent my fair share of time running on hard surfaces this summer … concrete, asphalt, they've all seen me too often. Primarily, I tend to log the most miles on concrete. It's not that difficult to do as most of my routes cover urban areas, and don't typically stray into rural zones unless I end up following a major roadway while logging distance runs. The only problem with this is that concrete tends to have all the shock absorbing qualities of, well, concrete.

A concern for many years of my running life now has been the necessity to spend time outside the normal urban environment. Due to realizing the needs of both recovery and variety in my workouts, I've been making it more of a priority to find and utilize more forgiving surfaces to run on. You see, these two concerns work together to save my body and mind from constantly enduring 'the hard way' of running, and have emerged as crucial factors to my running becoming more injury free and my fitness more well-rounded. Why, you say?

First, is the concern for recovery. Recovery is the body's chance to regroup and repair after a workout. Although the human anatomy is well-designed for the shock absorption from running, there are limits as to how much highly repetitive pounding it can receive from the constant impact on hard surfaces. You see, unyielding concrete poses a much greater demand on human physiology than a less compacted surface, as the force of impact is fully realized on the body in a more exaggerated way. Muscles may tend to become much more inflamed and soreness increases due to the repetitive rigidity and continuity of this type of action. Conversely, it's been proven the ability to recover is much faster when running on more forgiving surfaces, such as grass and dirt, even gravel. Infrequent off-road performance like this can provide the body a better chance to rebound more quickly and develop strength for later sessions. And lest you think you need to run 'the hard way' to get a hard workout, I've found one of my toughest but most satisfying workouts to be a long, hilly trail run around a local lake. Surprisingly, giving your body a chance to recover on less rigid surfaces can prove to be just what it needs from time to time.

Second, but just as important, is an attention for variety. Alright, you've all seen him: the recreational runner, jogging the sidewalks and roadways in a neighborhood near you. But with no where to go, except repetitively up and down the local bike path, this is possibly the only way he'll ever know how to get a workout in. The simple fact remains, the majority of these runners will likely never touch actual dirt. Many of these urban runners have succumbed to the illusion that a harder, more constant surface is clearly the path of least resistance. Therefore, they commit themselves to the life of urban running exclusively. They may never experience or understand the benefits for taking their running off-road. The truth is, by incorporating variety (flat/hilly, dirt/mud/sand, etc.) into their routine here and there, the average runner can promote injury prevention. The simple the fact of running in a variety of different situations can produce a stronger body, as well as also strengthen and stimulate the mind. It's really two-fold: variety allows the runner to both adapt themselves physically and challenge themselves mentally. And who's to say a trail run can only be seen as a challenge, because I happen to believe a local Living History Farms off-road race to be one of my most rewarding and recharging workouts of my entire year. Hey, it's what you focus on that counts.

A good trail run can serve many a purpose to the determined runner. And possibly, in the process of doing so, maybe you'll find your fitness becoming a little more well-rounded. Be safe and run smart.

Photo by Runner's World

A Temporary Hiatus

Sorry I haven't been around lately. After a poor performance at last weekend's Des Moines Marathon and feeling sub-par the next few days after, I finally took the initiative to go to the doctor on Wednesday. Unfortunately, my fears were right ... I've been contending with a nice strep throat and ear infection.

Guess it's time to hold back on the training and activate a running hiatus temporarily until I can get this fully out of my system. With the Living History Farms race coming up in a few weeks, it's best I be completely recovered before I attempt running over hill and dale. I figure I should be close to full recovery by next weekend and can resume my normal training routine sometime next week, though I'll want to be careful with the colder weather making more of its presence known. Needless to say, I wouldn't miss this one of a kind, end-of-season race, so I will be sure to see you all there.