Northern Exposed

Alaska Ultra Sport's Iditarod Trail Invitational is the world's longest human powered winter ultra-marathon, with racers competing on either mountain bike, skis or on foot. The event, set to begin Sunday, February 24th, starts racers in Knik, Alaska and follows the Iditarod Trail to McGrath, Alaska for the finish of the 350-mile "short race". Racers competing in the 1100-mile version will continue up the trail to Nome, Alaska.

The only support provided to the racers are two snowmachines in front of the leaders as far as McGrath, with only a few food drops along the route. Racers continuing to Nome are completely on their own except for one additional food drop provided by race officials. Many racers will use village stores or send packages to the village post offices to re-supply their food or fuel for stoves, and schools are often the only place to spend the night inside a building along the route to Nome.

Mike Curiak, the current 1100-mile record holder on bike, simply offers that racers compete, "for the challenge, the isolation and raw beauty that you get to experience."

To view a map of this world's longest human powered winter race, and to follow each of the racer's progress, be sure and check out the Iditarod Trail Invitational website.

With fellow blogger Jill's impending fat-tired, 350-mile journey through the Alaskan wilderness soon to begin, I wanted to send to her, and the handful of other brave adventurers, a final warming thought from an inspirational television "dramedy" favorite:



Best of luck to you on your travels, Jill. I know we're all excited to hear about your adventure and see your photos of the journey when it's completed. The only advice I can send is be sure to enjoy those Northern Lights if you see them, and take care to avoid any moose tracks you find along your trail!

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 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 ...

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.

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.

Monday Run-Down

The Olympics are finally over…which means, I can finally get some sleep! I can't tell you how many times my wife and I stayed up to catch the memorable moments, many times live, on NBC. Very fortunate for us, we happened to check television coverage while out camping Saturday evening (we have a small tv/dvd combo for the kids) and were surprised to find the men's marathon had just begun. That prompted many in our group to pull up camping chairs to watch the action as it unfolded. And what a great race it was. I will be honest, I'll miss the Olympics and its seemingly endless camaraderie among athletes. Only about 18 months until the Winter Games!

As mentioned above, we spent the weekend out at the lake camping with family and friends. It was just a wonderful time to relax and enjoy the cooler weather we are being blessed with. The kids had a great time as well, as they made a endless mural of colorful chalk drawings along the entire length of road in front of our campers.

Gearing up for Farm Wars this weekend! What began as a simple idea months ago to get some of the guys together, has expanded into a two-day paintballing extravaganza. We'll be camping at a friend's 200+ acre farm while spending the days and evenings engaged in a host of games of skill and strategy.

After dodging paintballs this coming weekend, I'll be teaming up with a friend on Sunday to run in the GAAR (Great Ames Adventure Race). This race will put us together in a canoe for three miles, then on the bikes for 15 more miles, while following it all up with a 5K around the park. Look for a race report afterwards...

Running On Ice, Ice, Baby

"I get no traction cause I'm running on ice,
It's taking me twice as long,
I get a bad reaction cause I'm running on ice,
Where did my life go wrong,

You've got to run, You've got to run, Running on ice,

Running on ice, Running on ice... "

— "Running On Ice", lyrics by Billy Joel

I feel the real tests of a runner's technique or ability come while encountering some of the toughest conditions, and winter has this habit of throwing some of the worst weather our way. Runners just need to learn to prepare and readily adapt to it. Easier said than done, it seems. It so happens that our area was hit with a nice, thick patch of icy rain this weekend. In some places, I heard it was an inch or more thick. In Minnesota, they call that "car-hockey" weather. While the ice-covered trees and fences all glistened like some classic Ansel Adams-like photograph, it was just enough to discourage most people's trips outdoors and keep families safely inside. Personally, I gladly postponed any thought of a mid-day run, instead enjoying a wonderful time inside of decorating the Christmas tree with my wife and cozying up to hot chocolate with the kids. Yeah, I know that running on ice-covered roads and sidewalks is practically unavoidable this time of year, but it just isn't an experience I particularly relish. And Saturday's weather made for a happy, comfortable little respite indoors … who could pass that up, right?

Now I'll easily admit, I enjoy a run in most all conditions. Give me heavy snow, driving rain, extreme heat, sub-artic cold, tropical monsoons … I appreciate them all. But icy sidewalks … well, that may be the only exception in my running playbook. I mean who really wants brave that treacherous icy obstacle course outside, where you literally have to claw and/or skate your way to the top of each and every hill? Sure, being able to do so successfully clearly demonstrates the utmost mastery and delicate combination of balance and timing, with a strange amount of luck tossed in for good measure. However, an icy failure surely brings about the real risk of slipping and falling, even spraining an ankle, or worse finding yourself literally skiing your way back down the hill towards a certain tailbone-cracking doom. But the fact remains, unless I want to resolve myself to an indoor season of life on the treadmill, I must tackle my fear of ice running.

Since I've apparently been in the mood for lists lately (see my recent posts — I'm slowly but painfully preparing for my New Year's resolutions), I thought I would try and formulate a better game plan to help increase my confidence of running on icy roads and sidewalks. Below are a few initial, random thoughts that came to mind as I traipsed over many an icy patch during my noon run in downtown Des Moines today. Interestingly enough, each potentially disasterous slip I avoided only solidified the list for me more. In fact, these tips could easily be used for snowy conditions as well.

1. Choose to run on snow instead — I will spend more time "off-roading" to help avoid those troublesome areas. Maybe this is where additional trail running can finally entice more interaction from me. Besides, getting off the sidewalks and running through the snow has its own benefits.
   


2. Stay wary of traffic — I will be careful and alert if conditions force me to run in the street. Deep snow may inevitably force me to share the roadway with the hoards of distracted holiday drivers, so I need to be mindful of running against traffic and constantly watch for vehicle intentions.
   


3. Shorten my running stride — I will try not to over-extend my body's ability to be stable by taking longer than necessary strides. Instead, I will decrease the distance of my footfalls to provide better self-control and reduce fatigue.
   


4. Run slower than I would in fair conditions — I will take my time while running on ice so that I may retain composure. This will help me to identify impending icy situations and more quickly determine a safer choice of route.
   


5. Be aware of my path, and where I am going — I will do my best to constantly stay focused on the route I've chosen. Conditions can change quickly, so I want to be sensible and alert enough to detect what dangers may be waiting ahead. This also goes hand in hand with having a plan and making it known.
   


6. Determine a better traction method — I will take time to research and possibly invest in better shoe traction options to improve my safety. Such as do-it-yourself screw shoes or store-bought trail shoes. I ran the recent LHF race in an old pair of Solomon XA Pro-2 shoes and they faired rather well through all the mud and rough terrain, but they can't obtain a solid grip on ice. However, I had noticed some Yaktrax Pro snow and ice shoe cleats at Scheel's recently, possibly a welcome Christmas addition to my winter running gear.

So, fellow winter ice and snow runners, have a little faith. This season doesn't need to force us to be a slave to months of treadmill-induced running. With a little wisdom and a bit of caution, we can hit the outdoors with assurance and poise; revealing all of the beauty this season has to offer. Run on with confidence.

Note: I'm well aware my wisdom of running is limited, so please feel free to leave a comment to this post if you have additional tips to share.

A Minnesota Winter

Alright, is it cold enough for ya? Yeah, thought so. I'll have to admit, I've been hibernating for a while now. I guess it's due to the semi-permanent blanket of frigid temperatures our area has been experiencing for far too many consecutive weeks now. And although it may be premature of me to be making this call, my instincts are telling me that we are finally about to experience our first traditionally cold, snowy one. Finally, after the "warmer" winters over the past few years here in central Iowa, a REAL Minnesotan winter!

It's cold outside ... okay more like freezing actually. But we runners must remember that even this type of weather shouldn't stop us from getting out there. Sure I enjoy hibernating inside, all warm and cozy with the wife and kids, but like I've stated many times you need to be prepared when you run in this kind of weather. The month of January has definitely proven to me that I need to take my own advice.

The truth is, cold weather CAN negatively affect your performance and recovery. If your body never truly warms up that means you're running on cold muscles which can increase the amount of muscle trauma. More muscle trauma means more aches and pains and a longer recovery. Although there are a host of reasons you may have struggled on your recent long run, it most certainly could have been related to the colder temperatures.

The good news is there are plenty of strategies for running long in the cold Minnesota winters. And you can do it while reducing aches, pains and prolonged recovery. Here's a few tips Runner's World recently published that I think many of us runners need to be reminded of:

• Keep your body warmer by adding an extra layer on your legs. Many runners wear one pair of tights, but when the temperatures drop you can keep your legs warm by adding a wind-proof layer. I've found when running in extremely cold temps that wearing tights (loose or tight) plus a wind-proof shell pant blocks the wind and traps a layer of warm air around your legs.



• Temperature is relative. If you are from a warm-weather climate like Georgia and not use to cold runs, you may need to add extra layers at temperatures at 40 degrees and below. Runners that adapt and are use to colder climates may not add that extra layer until it drops below 30 degrees. Plus, every person is different. It's interesting that I have seen many runners successfully train in shorts all the way down to 30 degrees. Not me, I'd freeze.



• Find a wardrobe that works for you and keep track of it in your log. That way you will know what to wear in any kind of weather. That information will also be useful if you travel to a race that is colder than normal.



• Take a warm to hot shower prior to your long run when the temperature is cold. It will warm your muscles, wake you up and better prepare you for the colder temperatures. Consider it a pre-warm up. You'll feel a difference in your performance and you're running buddies will appreciate you smelling fresh on the trail.



• Warm up thoroughly with at least five minutes of power-walking. That is, walk very briskly to warm your muscles and prepare for the upcoming high impact run.



• For cold, windy days select a course where you run one way with the wind at your back. Your body will be warmer and your pace a little more swift. If this isn't possible, run the first half of the long run against the wind and the second half with the wind at your back. That way you won't risk building up a big sweat and then freeze finishing the second half with the wind in your face.

Loop The Lake

I went out for a trail run at a local state park lake yesterday and really enjoyed it. The four-mile long looping pathway was refreshing and challenging, and gave me confidence that my winter training is still quite solid. The semi-hilly route begins at the swimming area, winds in and around a variety of inlets and peninsulas, along a dam and over a spillway, through a favorite camping area of ours, and over an old iron bridge or two before finishing at the boat docks. Due to the steady accumulation of snow we receive each winter, this unplowed trail is typically slick and treacherous enough that I normally resolve myself to urban street running until spring thaw. Coupled with the fact that I had stayed up well past midnight on Friday evening (had a blast playing board games with friends & family) and kept myself fairly busy most of the day on Saturday and Sunday morning as well, it only intensified my desire to rest and relax, possibly even catch a few rare moments of an afternoon nap. But something made me think of that trail on my way home from church, and as I mulled over the idea, slowly but surely, my adventurous spirit began to kick in.

I suppose what didn't help was the beautiful day we were having outside; high 20's and sunny. It truely was an opportunity I couldn't let pass. So I dug around my gear to find a warm thermal shirt and running jacket, my pair of UA winter-weight tights and fleece gloves, and grabbed my favorite "Minnesotan" hat ... the dilapidated one with the trademark tassel that swings wildly back and forth as I run. Also tossing the camera into my Jeep, I set off across the local back roads towards the state park a few miles away. Happening by a few fields on my way, I managed to observe an entire cluster of wild turkeys, all of whom seemed oblivious to my passing. Fortunately for them, they'll be safe for a while longer until spring hunting season begins. At the park entrance, I slid it into four-wheel drive and carefully made my way down to the boat dock area below.

Parking next to a couple other vehicles near the boathouse, I could already see the set of footprints of someone had already set up shop for a chilly round of ice fishing on the lake in the distance. Another set of ski tracks led away from the parking area and entered my intended trail at the edge of the lake. Affixing the pair of Yaktrax to my running shoes and pulling on my hat and sunglasses, I started off at a cautious gait as I made my way over to the trail head. Much of the path here was covered in roughly 4-6" of snow powder, with a slight crust just a couple inches under the fresh surface. Though I noticed faint sets of tracks from a few earlier visitors, most likely days before me, the cross-country ski tracks appeared much newer and I decided to follow those in anticipation of firmer footing. Tightening the straps on my ice cleats, I plodded off down the trail.

The first half-mile or so was filled with an icy winding path and heaps of deadfall. It seems much of the debris had fallen during an ice storm we had received in mid-December, and would likely remain in their resting places until park crews came out later for their spring clean up. To the best of my ability, I managed to find the paths of least resistance around each pile I encountered and only needed to hike it off-path once. Luckily I didn't venture too far into the woods, as I may have needed a pair of snowshoes further in. As I rounded the southern portion of the lake to head west, the area opened up and the trail crossed over a small bridge there. I must have startled a couple of squirrels on the path because they scattered quickly and beat me across the bridge by more than a few meters.

With the added Yaktrax traction, the next section wasn't as daunting as I had originally feared. A couple hundred feet further on, I encountered the largest and steepest hill of the entire route. It's a monster, trust me. I have troubles at times just clearing it on my hardtail. But up I went, and soon I was at the top panting like a furious sled dog. Stopping for a moment, I glanced out over the treelike at the pure and smooth lake surface as it extended far into the distance. I could see the ice fisherman still toiling away, hoping for a few for his troubles. Back down the other side and around the bend, I jogged past the trail entrance that led to a local kids camp in the area. This particular camp I have become more familiar with in the last couple of years. Interestingly, a partner and I have recently hosted a couple of adventure races there. They offer a beautiful area with rugged terrain, filled with horse trails and bunkhouses. We've also used the entire state park as part of each event, and hope to use funds raised through our efforts to install a permanent orienteering course. Though we haven't discussed plans for this coming season, it is my hope we will be able to bring our 12-14 hour race back to the area soon again.

Heading past this trail and along the lakeshore for another 10-15 minutes, I popped out onto the trail above the dam. This seemingly flat portion follows a straight path towards an iron bridge overlooking a large spillway. Over this and you enter the state park camping facilities, though a bit dormant for this time of year. I followed one of the paved roads which meandered through stacks of picnic tables and empty lots, and marveled at how my ice cleats clicked loudly on the hard surface. I made a mental note that it may not be as such a good idea, since I didn't want to end up ruining cleats and damaging the rubber bands under my shoes.

Jumping back off the roadway and onto a transitional path, I crossed over from the camping sites and into a recreational area complete with playground and shelter. The long northeastern slope there necessitated a grueling long climb up and then back down. The next trail entered me back into the woods along the water's edge and carried me for another half-mile or so until I arrived at the boat landing area. Here, I hesitated a moment before venturing out onto the ice a few meters or so to test the surface. Feeling confident, I ran the ice for maybe a hundred meters more to the edge of the landing parking lot. There the trail follows another narrow and extensive peninsula to a long iron bridge which fills the gap between the northern and upper-eastern portions of the lake. Across the bridge I ran and, upon reaching the far side, I began the last portion of trail that would take me into the parking area where I'd left my Jeep.

This was perhaps the most beautiful part of my run. As I ran south along the edge of the lake, everything took on an noticable ethereal focus. Though the sun was high overhead, it illuminated every branch and bush on the trail with a crisp icy whiteness. I thought about how I could've been at home napping, how I could have been resting all warm and cozy, and how I could have ultimately missing this rare, scenic moment. You know, it's times like these that make challenging your endurance all worthwhile. And as I packed up my gear and started the Jeep, I breathed a prayer in thankfulness. And promised myself I'd be back again soon.

The Race Of Life

The past week has been a blur for me in many regards, and I have inadvertently neglected the blog. It's just that I've been feeling fairly odd for the last couple of weeks and know that I am still not 100% with my health yet. Yeah, something to do with the possible side effects of the previous medication for my earlier strep throat. I have been to the doctor a few times now and they are running some additional tests to help rule out other possible bacterial infections. But I can only take so much of the blahs and busied myself over weekend with everything from yard work to winterizing and storing our camper. It felt so good to get outside and relish in the warm sunshine. I know these types of days are getting scarce now, and I've needed the chance to get things ready for the colder season that's coming.

Another activity I recently had to put on hold has been my running. Okay, if you're a runner yourself you know how tough this can be. Try curtailing the one daily activity that you love doing the most and see how you feel…in a nutshell, it's been strange. Not only that I haven't been out there pounding the pavement and trails, but it has been odd not having to constantly wash my workout clothing as I normally do at the end of each day, or consistently jot information down in my running journal as a way to keep track of mileage, time, and route data. So odd, in fact, that I couldn't stand it a minute longer and had to pull my running shoes back on. That's right, I'm back running…finally. Though I was cautious and kept the afterburners turned all the way down yesterday, I was able to crank out a respectable 5.75 miles. Oooh, it felt good. I chose a route through some of the most beautiful scenery downtown Des Moines has to offer. I just love this time of year…the vibrant and endless fall colors, the cascading leaves to run through, the brisk air with that hint of winter scent. Nothing like recharging the batteries. I think it allowed me to feel like I was still dedicated to my love for running; that it hadn't been forgotten or hadn't forgotten me. It was just what I've needed to help me feel normal again.

Reminding me of dedication is one of the great mega-distance runners of our time, Dean Karnazes. Dean has completed many spectacular feats, such as 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days, and running 350 continuous miles. I mean, this guy is built for ultra-endurance and ultra distances! Not only does it require phenomenal physical strength and stamina, but also endless and relentless training. It takes dedication, and he appears to be the epitome of this trait.

Remarkably, our approach to our spiritual fitness & dedication should be quite similar. Oh, it may not involve the same pain as running the Badwater Ultramarathon, an extreme 135 mile course that begins at 282 feet below sea level and finishes at an elevation of 8360 feet, but it does require serious focus and dedication. You see, God wants us to train not only our bodies but also our minds. In 1 Timothy 4:7-8, Paul writes, "...train yourself to be godly. For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come." The goal here is not spiritual muscle-flexing but godliness - a life that is pleasing to the Lord. Ultimately, God wants us to be prepared to serve him.

Running is an excellent way to train our bodies to be healthy and able, ready for whatever marathons we may run. Prayer and studying the Word also trains our minds to be strong and focused, ready for His service.

How well we train greatly affects how well we run our race of life. - David C. McCasland

Key thought: Godly exercise is key to godly character.

Maintaining Motivation

Is it just me, or is autumn not the best time of year to be a runner? Typically, still warm enough for shorts, but just cool enough to inspire you to pick up the pace. This summer, you got yourself motivated...the right running shoes, the right running routes, and the right running partners. But keeping it all going through the fall is key to staying with it through the more challenging winter. So why should your fitness drop when the leaves do?

Like me, I am sure you've taken advantage of the long summer days to log more miles or train for races. Possibly you are more fit than you've been all year. But this otherwise ideal season is fleeting, and without the right focus you could lose all you've gained as winter rolls into town. "The key to long-term improvement in running is adding another layer to your fitness base each year," says Eugene, Oregon-based coach Brad Hudson.

Here's some ways to make the most of the best season for runners.

Take Aim
Now that you've reached your original goal of becoming a runner, set your sights on another running goal to keep yourself pumped. Lots of new (or returning) runners get motivated by choosing a race as a goal, but use whatever target works for you, whether that's building up to your first 10-mile run, running five times a week, or logging 100 miles in a month. "A good goal keeps you excited," says Jenny Hadfield, coauthor with her husband, John "The Penguin" Bingham.

Go Off-Road
Consider trading concrete for dirt this fall. Running on trails reduces your risk of overuse injuries because the surface is more forgiving. "Fall is a beautiful time of year to enjoy trails," says Hadfield. Fartlek runs, which randomly alternate faster bursts of running with slower jogs, are a great way to challenge yourself--and have fun--on trails. After warming up, set your sights on a big boulder or towering tree up ahead and increase your pace until you reach it, then run easy for a while before picking another landmark. But be careful when you hit the trails because the unevenness of the terrain can increase your risk for an ankle sprain. "Keep your eyes about three feet ahead on the trail," says Hadfield.

Vary Your Pace
Mix in some faster running to keep things interesting and enhance your fitness. Hadfield suggests the "negative-split run" as a good way to start speedwork. Pick an out-and-back route. Run for, say, 20 minutes, then turn around and try to cut one or two minutes from that time coming back. You can also incorporate faster running into your normal routes by dividing some runs into five-minute segments, says Hadfield. Run the first one or two minutes of each segment at a pace that is noticeably faster than regular training pace, then ease back for the remainder of the five minutes. Repeat until you complete your run.

Experiment
Simple logistical changes to your regular running routine can help keep your enthusiasm high, says Hadfield. Do you always run alone? Start running with a friend, or join a local running club. If you normally run in silence, try running with an iPod. Instead of always running from your front door, occasionally drive to a nice park or beach for a change of scenery.

Monday Mind-Dump

A few thoughts & happenings from my past week...

• It snowed this Saturday, just incredible...who would have thought our late winter would be hanging on with such a fierce grip still. Fortunately, the temps should be climbing up into the 60's this week, which will make for some nice, long training runs before the Drake Relays race on the 26th.
  
  
• My business trip to New York this past week went very well…learned a ton of great stuff from my conference on web site usability, and had an amazing time exploring Manhattan. Even logged about 18 miles in and around Central Park while I was there. Now I'm excited to show my wife the city when we return for the NYC Marathon in November.
  
  
• An update on the adventure racing gig in June…a good friend of mine, who happens to be a fellow youth group leader, has joined our team to now cement our four-person male squad. I am really excited he can join us! I'm hastily working on scheduling some training training, and if all goes well we might be able to get together hopefully in the next week or two.
  
  
• We took the kids to see "Horton Hears A Who" this weekend (included voices by Jim Carrey and Steve Carell)…they loved it. It's a cute movie for kids that teaches us the important lesson that "a person's a person, no matter how small". However, my kids have me terrified of walking through my own garden lest I step on a speck-borne town of microscopic Who-villians.
  
  
• Training update: Though I haven't had the chance to rack up the mileage as yet, my training is coming along nicely so far this spring. My runs have been quality and my base is slowly increasing. Also looking forward to hitting the singletrack trails with the mountain bike once the local trails begin to dry up.
  
  
• A shout out to Ryan Hall on his Flora London Marathon race yesterday. Even though he placed fifth overall, his 2:06:17 finish time is now the fastest-ever by an American-born runner, eclipsing that of 2:09:41 jointly held by Alberto Salazar and Alan Culpepper. This guy is incredibly fast...can't wait to see what he does at the Olympics this summer!
  
  
• It's the week leading up to the Boston Marathon (Monday, April 21)...another one of those races I dream of being able to run in some day. Guess I'd better work on New York first though...
  
  
• My wife sent me this really great verse that I've been meditating a lot on. It's Psalm 84:11-12, "For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will be withheld from them that walk uprightly. O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in You." Learning to trust like that isn't easy, as I've found in my past, but God's grace is sufficient for everything I might question.

Down by the River

Reading "50/50" by Dean Karnazes today, I ran across this very insightful viewpoint regarding an intriguing contrast of both passion and motivation in regards to running. Here is an excerpt from his book:

The best way I know to overcome low motivation for running is to get back in touch with the source of my passion to run. Motivation and passion are somewhat different. Passion is an overwhelming love for the experience of a favorite activity. Motivation is a drive to engage in an activity based on some reward the activity offers beyond the simple enjoyment of the experience itself. When you have great passion for running, or anything else, you don't need any extra motivation. But motivation without passion can only take you so far.

Nonrunners become runners by developing a passion for running. But runners often take their running in directions that distance them from the source of their passion. Trading the simple joy of running for a focus on competition is the classic scenario... That being said, there is no question that setting event goals can be a powerful motivator for runners, and it has had a positive effect on my moral in the past. Looking forward to a specific event goal has a way of making each individual training motivation level high. However, goals only have this effect when they are appropriate, and when they are viewed with the proper perspective. For example, if you set a goal to run a marathon as a way to impress others, it probably won't keep you motivated. Goals have to come from the heart. They must represent achievements that you desire for yourself. And if you place too much importance on any goal, then it won't keep you motivated. If achieving a certain finishing time in your next marathon becomes the only thing about your running that matters to you, then you may not enjoy the process of training for that marathon. Sure, achieving a goal can be rewarding, but it's the journey--not reaching the destination--that brings true fulfillment.

Okay, I sheepishly admit...I secretly love playing dodgeball with the church youth on Wednesday nights. I'm certainly not an dodgeball expert, because frequently you'll see me being completely owned by those who are younger and, realistically, more expertly-trained than I. But even though I am clearly not the dodgeball professional I aspire to be, I still utterly enjoy it. You could say I have a passion for it. Now, if Jon were to make good on his regular promises of fist-fulls of candy to the winning team, rather than only his "undying love and affection", things might change. However, I am thinking that still wouldn't affect the outcome of the game for me. Though such motivation is obviously good and all, just the act of this favorite pastime, shared with our group of middle-schoolers, is simply more than enough to suffice.

Sure, some runners say that running and motivation go hand-in-hand. That by seeking motivation first, the desire to run (and run successfully) will surely follow. I can relate to this. Who wouldn't say that motivation isn't a strong stimulator? I'm certainly not denying the effect that it has on pushing us out of a warm bed at those freakeshly-early morning times, or the response that it develops in us as we inevitably work increasingly harder towards prized goals. That's life. Without motivation, most of us wouldn't tackle the hard stuff. But remember, if all you strive for is a set of results, then that motivation is inevitably going to keep you locked on a one-way path headed towards lack of enthusiasm.

Dean is obviously onto something here. It seems that some of us have forgotten the basics of how powerful passion can be within our lives, as well within our running.

Can you remember back to the original enthusiasm that brought you to running in the first place? Maybe it was the liberation from your own self-doubt...you know, those limitations you thought that eternally separated you from the casual runner you'd see time to time running across town, seemingly without a care in the world. Or how about the courage your running developed...the desire to experience or do something you thought previously wasn't possible, and the glorious self-awakening you felt when you did it. The rush of endorphins, and the knowledge that by breaking through those limitations you had found a hidden runner inside yourself.

I feel that running and passion go hand-in-hand. That, by finding and remembering your passion (and making this a running foundation), your motivation and the success of your running will surely follow. It's all about getting back to those basics. Back to the acceptance that some goals may or may not be reached, a race may or may not be finished, a PR may or may not be set...it's acceptance. It's back to running for and with a passion, and letting the motivation grow from there.

I like this quote by Jesse Owens -- "I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs." How true this is, that when you break running down to its very core, the single strongest element that encourages and pushes us is the passion from which it was originally developed.

I'm just like you. I have my days of good running, and some days of bad running. My motivational levels swing up and down, much like the thermometer currently outside. Today was clearly one of those days where the pool of motivation was lower than normal. But then I found an old trail down by the river, and for an hour I simply ran. Through four inches of fresh snow, patches of ice and sharp gusts of wind, I ran. Thoughts from the pressing matters of life dropped away for a few brief moments, and somewhere along the way the passion was found again.

And in finding this, I kept right on running.