Saturday, April 6, 2013

Lingering Spring, Worderland Dreams, and a North Seattle Photo Tour

Until the singletrack thaws and dries a bit more, there's won't be too much interesting to write about on the backcountry running front here in the high mountains.  Yet, it's shaping up to be a great season, what with the early spring and some nice indications that I have a good shot at some fun ultra-distance outings this year.  Top of this list - because what is a running season without a few goals? - is an early September unsupported trip around the Wonderland Trail, which circumnavigates Mt. Rainier.

While planning and training for that outing are in embryonic stages, I recently found myself in the shadow of that hallowed ground on a spring break trip to Seattle with my family.  While there, I could have sought out some of the classic singletrack the area has to offer.  Instead, I took my runs to the road, which is always a nice switch since the vast majority of my miles are trail miles in the high season.

Road running in the city also offers a completely different set of photo opportunities.  So I took my camera out on one of my North Seattle/Burke-Gilamn Trail runs to document things. Photos below.  Slideshow, here.

Separation:  On the Burke-Gilman Trail
Kenmore Air and Lake Washington
Group ride
The industrial side
Playground

Spring in Lake Forest Park
The past

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

RJ Photo Tour of Memphis, TN

No.  It's not the high mountains, and my feet only touched for a few minutes anything resembling singletrack, but my two quick runs in Memphis, TN earlier this week produced some of the most satisfying photos I've taken this winter.   I'm not sure why I feel that way exactly.  I just know I do.

Cruising along the Mighty Mississippi.

The river does call.
On the way to Sun Studio.
"Birthplace of Rock N' Roll"

Outside Sun Studio


Outside Sun Studio 2

Riverwalk sign battered much like the Riverwalk itself.


The Pyramid, looking like 2008 fallout but soon to be the ultimate Brass Pro Shop 
Beale Street at sunrise.
Beale Street facade.
Installation at the Center for the Performing Arts.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Of Running Crampons, Heel Strike, and Short Shorts.


As I've recently written, my commitment to run the Pocatello 50 this spring - knowing full well what that entails after running the beastly inaugural in 2009 - has had me actively seeking out winter vert here in Sun Valley.  Those runs have dominated my recent posts, and I was going to give RJ readers a rest from these sessions, until something from the above pic from Sunday's outing caught my eye.

If you look past the Pioneer Mountains in the background, the wondrously lonely corduroy, and my favorite winter running tools - the Kahtoola KTS crampons - you'll see what can only be described as a full-fledged heel strike (as well as stark over-pronation).  Now, I've read Born to Run, and even gave it my own tepid review here in Run Junkie - with one of my favorite titles to date: Mexican Food, "Mexican" Food, and Brief Thoughts on Christopher McDougall's Book "Born to Run." 

Suffice it to say that I was skeptical of many of McDougall's suppositions but have tried to keep an open mind, and in the name of efficiency and injury prevention have even tried over the last three years with coaching, drills, and shoe choice to move to more of a mid-foot strike.  For me, a true maximalist in shoe choice, the move to a minimalist-inspired approach was jaw-dropping even to myself.  But chronic injury can make Shinola seem like penicillin. (What else would explain kinesio tape?)  And I must admit to yearning for a return to form seen in this video from 1985 (from the post I hate Hank Dart...).  Yes. That's me bursting out of the navy blue short shorts, winning the Condor League Championships 800 meters.  Oh, the form (at least comparatively).



Drills and nostalgia, though, had a tough road to plane.  The end result after all the effort to improve my form?  An unchanged-momentum-stopping-knee-thrashing-earth-shaking-heel-strike-gait.  That's exactly what I saw in Sunday's photo, and it was a bit of an epiphany. I finally decided that that is the runner I am and that that is the runner I am going to be, so I will embrace it.  

This prompted me to fire off a tweet to that effect, which then prompted some funny and sage tweets in response - posted below in chronological order for those very many who most likely missed them.  















Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Road Miles in St. Louis's Forest Park

The unseasonably dry - and at times warm - weather of the past six weeks has opened up the first harbinger of spring here in Sun Valley, the singletrack on Carbonate Mountain.  It's an epically early opening for Carbo, but my dog, my winter Nordic weight, and I hit the trail first thing this morning just because it was possible and, of course, to lay down an early season (if slow) marker on the climb up to the mine.

It was a bit strange, unexpectedly hitting the singletrack of Carbo just a handful of hours after I'd returned from a  work trip to St. Louis, where I always get in some solid road miles around the 10k perimeter of Forest Park - one of those large parks that punctuates the urbanscape of all well-planned cities.

I realized on this trip, though, that after many years of going to St. Louis for business, I'd never chronicled a run around Forest Park.  So after a busy day, and in the waning light, I grabbed my shoes and camera and took some photos as I made my way around the park on the gravel path, slowly letting go of the day and settling into the night.







Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Vert Life: "Ghosting" (Photo)

Having broken the seal on Baldy last week, I took to the Sun Valley corduroy again for a dawn patrol up and down before work on Friday.

Photo: Headlamp light-painting as I make my way up Upper College;  Frenchmans Chair and the town of Ketchum in the background.


Monday, February 4, 2013

Morning on Bald Mountain: Quad Seasoning (and Photos)

As much as I try to not let life interfere with my training, it did just that in early winter.  But with the calendar cresting into February and the beastly Pocatello 50 looming just four months away, it was time to slough off the excuses, throw on some Smartwool, and get to some serious miles and, even more importantly, some serious quad seasoning.

With any singletrack of consequence shut down in Sun Valley until at least March, this meant only one thing, a hike up and run down the local ski hill, Bald Mountain (aka Baldy).  Given the slow start to my winter training, I modified my usual route, cutting about two and half miles off by starting and ending on the River Run side of the mountain.  For those who may care:  I went up Lower River Run then over to College to the top; then down I80 to the full Olympic cat track and back down Lower River Run - for a total of 7.5 miles and 3200 vertical feet (full details and map, here).

Of course, I took my camera along to capture the spirit of the morning and maybe to entice some fellow runners on the next outing.  It really was a stunning day.

Light traffic on Lower College.
Further up College looking over the Pioneer Mountains, including
Cobb, Old Hyndman, and the very top of Hyndman.
Skinners just cresting Upper College
under a waning crescent moon.
Top of the world.
Heading down I80 nearing College.
Cruising down Olympic.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Winter Running in Full Effect

Winter running is in full effect here in the intermountain west.  Yesterday,  the temperature dropped to -20F, and being - like many of my esteemed colleagues - a stubborn runner, I didn't let the threat of frostbite deter me from my pre-determined plans for a road run in and around Sun Valley.  I will admit to cutting the run a bit short, though, when parts of my face began to ache after 10k even though I was wearing a full balaclava and had Kiehl's Non Freeze Face Protector on my exposed skin (see #7 on the "No Excuses Guide to Winter Running").  It seemed a prudent move as a number of friends made their way to urgent care later in the day for some frostbite therapy.  The rest of the winter may seem mild here on out.

Monday, December 24, 2012

RJ Review: GoLite Kenai Pertex 2.5-Layer Hardshell Jacket

Great at low speed.  So so at high speed


The last time I reviewed a running jacket was way back in 2008, when I both lauded the Patagonia Houdini and also lamented that there seems to be no such thing as a perfect running jacket - one that's at once lightweight, waterproof, and breathable.  Today, in time to be of no help for holiday shopping, is a follow-up review of sorts, this time of GoLite's Kenai Pertex 2.5-Layer Hardshell jacket (MSRP $200, but can be found for less).

Though the Patagonia Houdini remains my go-to jacket - from summer afternoon mountain thunderstorms to pre-dawn zero degree road runs - it falls down on one major area: water repellency.  In a deluge, it can quickly soak through, soaking your clothes underneath.  Most times this isn't a huge issue since the Houdini is so light that after the rain stops, it and the clothes underneath air dry fairly quickly.

Yet, in a sustained downpour its lack of true waterproofness can become an issue - something I was spurred to think about while crewing at the 2011 Coyote Two Moon 100, where epic and sustained spring rains and snow cancelled the event.

Over a year later, I've finally been able to put a fully waterproof jacket - the GoLite Kenai - through the paces in a wide range of conditions.

Out of the box
The Kenai is a beautiful, well constructed relatively light jacket with an adjustable hood and long pit zips with two-way zippers.  All seams are taped, and it has three good-sized waterproof pockets. The sleeves have top-side extended gauntlets and velcro wrist adjusts.

On the trail
The Kenai was put through the paces in some classic mountain venues, including the scramble to the top of Leatherman Peak (elev 12,228 ft; second tallest in Idaho), the trip around the Northern Loop in Rainier NP; and general Sun Valley trail running.

At 10 ounces, the Kenai is pretty standard in its class.  It's not a flyweight but feels nimble, and the extra weight can provide some extra warmth on chilly opening miles.

In rain or snow, the Kenai shines best.  It provides full protection against the elements, no matter how long you're out on the trail.  The long gauntlets keep hands and gloves a bit drier than they normally would be otherwise.  The hood stays well in place with some adjustments.

Where the Kenai falls short is ventilation.  The large pit zips do a good job venting heat and perspiration at low intensity, say a long hike or slow chilly ultra.  But turn up the speed and intensity, and your clothes under the shell will soon be nearly as wet as they would be without the shell - and without any chance of drying out as long as you keep the shell on.  On one cold and snowy run, the Kenai shed water and snow like a newly waxed car; on the inside, though, my clothes were soaked with sweat and the inside layer of the jacket was coated with ice.  As I turned it inside out in the car after my run, flakes of ice spread like snow.

This, of course, is an issue with most (all?) waterproof running jackets.  The energy expended during running just overwhelms the venting ability at any pace over a slow jog, even in cold weather.  At slow speed, though, they provide adequate venting, great protection, and good warmth.

Exactly where the Kenai might fit in a runner's clothing repertoire will be a matter of personal choice and event choice.

The bottom line:  The GoLite Kenai Pertex 2.5-Layer Hardshell is a great jacket, with some issues.  It is well built and comfortable with solid barrier protection but poor ventilation at higher intensity.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

It Happened in Sun Valley: 2012 Autumn Running in Pictures

Yes.  The summer high season is the touchstone of trail running.  All daylight and warmth and bare trail and tan skin.  Really, it's a lot like attending a great music festival.  Killer act after killer act crammed into a finite amount of time.  In the moment, there's no other place you'd want to be, but when it's all over and you've finally washed your clothes, gotten some sleep, and taken a shower, you realize it's also pretty nice to put on some comfortable clothes and listen to a little Chopin.   That's what Autumn running is to me.  After the marrow-sucking frenzy of summer, the mellow savoring of Autumn.

And the Autumn running this year in Sun Valley was unparalleled.  Enough snow to feel the change.  Enough sun to stay warm.  And a fantastic group of friends to enjoy it with.

Adams Gulch Big Loop





Greenhorn Gulch





Fox Creek