Race
report, Northface Endurance Challenge,
by
Uli Steidl
This
report
actually needs to start WAY before the actual race. Sometime last
spring my
wife and I read about this event online and pretty much on
the spot my
wife decided that this would be my 3rd focus race of the
year. The
other two were the Boston Marathon (12th place) and the IAAF
world track & field championships in
I
more or
less kicked off my training for the
My key runs to get ready for San Francisco after the Seattle race were a marathon in 2:47, 3 long (4 - 5 hours at goal race intensity) runs at Cougar Mountain, and 3 XC races against open and collegiate runners. In addition, I flew to San Francisco 2 1/2 weeks before the race and ran almost the entire course over a 3 day span, which would turn out to be exceedingly valuable on race day for route finding.
Several
of
my running friends at the Seattle Running Company asked me
about the
competition for the
The
race
started out more or less as expected, with a group of 6 or 7 of us
together,
including the eventual women's winner Liz Hawker from
My
wife Trisha
told me that about 20 runners had come by at
After
that
stop at the TV aid station I took the next half mile to catch
back up
with the rest of the lead group. Nothing noteworthy happened on the
section
between TV aid station and
The
next
interesting part came about a mile after the
The climb
to Pantoll is the first major climb of the race, with an elevation gain
of
1500ft. We started out as a group of 6, but I'm not sure who the 6
people were.
By the time we got to the top it was Matt, myself and one other
guy in the
lead, followed by William Emerson a little back, and 2 more guys even
further
back. Coming into the Pantoll aid station I met my crew, exchanged
my
bottle, grabbed a muffin and headed out. Matt and the other guy went
for what I
thought was their drop bags and I expected them to catch up with me on
the descent to
Coming
off
the trail into
The Matt Davis trail is pretty steep at the beginning, with lots of stairs. Matt pretty much kept the pace he was on to catch up to me and soon pulled away from me. I decided it's too soon to race, with more than half the distance left, so I picked up the pace slightly, but not enough to stay with him. I continued to see him ahead of me for a few minutes, then he disappeared. "May be we should rename the trail to Matt Carpenter trail", I thought. My thought before the race was that this trail is probably where the contenders separate themselves from the wanna-bees. I just thought we'd be a larger group at this point and that I wouldn't be one of those being dropped. Anyway, closer to the top the area becomes more open, and I saw that Matt was may be only 40 seconds ahead. On the next section, the Coastal trail, the distance between Matt and I stayed somewhere between 20 - 30 seconds. Matt took a pit stop right before the McKennan aid station at the turn-around (mile 26) and we were back together for the next several miles. First we ran into William, now in third and about 6 minutes behind. After a few more guys it was Liz Hawker, may be 12 - 15 minutes behind. Liz and I narrowly avoided a collision on the narrow trail. However, I don't think she saw that Matt was right behind me and the next thing I saw was Matt climbing back up to the trail. "She ran me right off the trail!" After he assured me he's OK I said something like "Man, she's not far back!" "Uli, we're getting old", was his reply. A few minutes later I heard a short scream and when I turned around I saw Matt getting back onto the trail. "Now you are running yourself of the trail!" "Yeah, I was daydreaming." The rest of the way back to the Pantoll aid station was uneventful.
We soon were on the most spectacular part of the course, the Bootleg trail in Muir woods. The next few miles were the only part of the course I didn't run earlier as it was changed shortly before the race. We descended 1300 ft on technical trail before climbing back up to the Panoramic highway via the Lost trail and Ocean View trail. After a short climb we got to an intersection with a ribbon _at_ the intersection, but no ribbons down the trail one way or the other visible. Now what? Based on my memory of the course map we had to stay right and descend in a few switchbacks down to a creek. Matt didn’t know either. So we went to the right. After 300m the trail did make a switchback, but still no ribbons. Just as Matt voiced his nervousness about our decision we saw a ribbon on the trail. We were on the right trail after all. On the next climb Matt again pulled away, by about 20 - 30 seconds. This is the only part in the entire race where I walked for may be 50 meters. The stairs were spaced too far for single (running) steps but too close for two steps - but walking large steps was OK.
At the top of the climb Trisha, and a girl from the Seattle University XC team, Jennifer, were sitting on a big rock, watching us run up the trail. As Matt ran past them he said "Congratulations on winning the Seattle Marathon!" to Trisha. Trish did not tell me that until after the race, though.
About a 1/2 mile later I had caught up with Matt again and the trail crossed a private driveway. To my surprise a ribbon was placed about 15 feet up the driveway, and none along the trail. At this point again my course knowledge paid off. As Matt and a 50k runner we had caught up with wanted to follow the course markings I told them that this driveway would only lead us to the Panoramic Hwy, that the trail is what is marked on the course map and course description, and that it will lead us to the Dipsea trail in less than a 1/2 mile. And the website said runners are ultimately responsible for knowing the course. So we took the trail. When we got to the Dipsea trail we had to turn down to the right, but the ribbons were directing us up to the left. A few hundred feet later at the road crossing there were no markings at all. I suspect some idiots thought it would be fun to move / remove trail markings to confuse runners.
We
followed
the road down for may be 1/2 mile because the Dipsea trail is closed
due to a washout,
then descended the stairs down to the Muir Woods aid station. There
were two
noteworthy occurrences on the next 3 miles to
I
tried to
pick up the pace somewhat to see if I could put a little gap on Matt
before the
Dias Ridge climb, but he stayed right on my heels the entire way to
Muir Beach. At
the bottom of the Dias Ridge climb (mile 39) Matt was a few steps ahead
and I
expected him to push this climb, especially the first, steeper part. To
my
surprise he didn't run any faster than I was comfortably able to run as
well.
This was the first time in a long while that I thought I do have a
realistic
chance to win this one. We stayed together for the rest of the
climb to
the
On
the
final descent into
Trisha was waiting there with a new bottle of Gatorade and she had an open pack of Carboom in her hand: "Uli, eat this right now!" "No, I just threw one up 5 minutes ago." "Take it. You HAVE to eat!" I wasn't in the mood to argue, so I just took the bottle and the Carboom and took off. Matt meanwhile went to his drop bag. I expected him to slowly catch up to me again in the next few minutes. But instead I heard him come up behind me like a runaway train. I wasn't sure what to think. He pulled up next to me and said "Uli, you're &%#*ing tough" All I could think of was "So are you!" I was really surprised to hear what he said next "I think I'm done." And with that he dropped off the pace and I was by myself.
I still wasn't sure if that was really the last I'd see of Matt until the finish. I kept running the same pace I was before for several minutes before I turned around. Matt wasn't anywhere in sight. At this point I knew I had won the race. I still felt that I owed it to myself, the race, and Matt to run it in fairly hard, and not just jog and look over my shoulder once in a while.I
had
already gotten mentally (not sure if I would have been physically)
ready for
the race to come down to a sprint over the last mile or so, but I’m
very happy
that it didn’t come down to it. Over the last 2 miles I just tried to
maintain
my pace to finish under
The final
time difference certainly doesn’t tell the whole story of this race. It
was a
more or less easy run for 20 miles, followed by a 25 mile neck and neck
race.
Matt was definitely the toughest competition I have faced in any of my
11
ultras so far. He certainly lived up to the “go out hard. When it
hurts, pick
it up”, his sign-off in every e-mail. As he told me afterwards, his
quads were
just thrashed. I certainly wasn’t able to tell from the way he ran up
to the
My
ultras
so far:
2002 Chuckanut 50k
2003 Way too Cool 50k
2003
2004
2004 Sunmart 50k
2005 Chuckanut 50k
2005 Sunmart 50k
2006 Chuckanut 50k
2006
2007 Northface Seattle 50M
2007 Northface SF 50M