A couple years ago at Thanksgiving, I watched with fascination Running On The Sun, the 1999 account of the Badwater Ultramarathon. I wrote a review on it here. I knew I would never run the race but it never even occurred to me that one day I would be crewing for it because I didn’t even know anybody who wanted to run 135 miles in a human BBQ. All that changed when I met Pam Reed.
I had crewed for Pam in Jan. of this year when she did a 24-hr. run near my home in California. So when Pam asked me to join her crew for Badwater, I didn’t hesitate. In his pre-event news release, race director Chris Kostman said, “The necessary favorite is Pam Reed, 50, of Jackson, WY, the 2002 and 2003 overall champion who also won the women’s field in 2005 and placed 2nd woman and 7th overall in 2009.” Pam had also recently qualified for the Ironman World Championships and the 70.3 World Championships, and won the Keys 100 in an impressive time. She was more than ready; at age 50, she was in the best shape of her life. Most people do Badwater just to finish or win a belt buckle. Pam was here to win it, and that creates a sense of excitement and a dynamic with the crew that other teams don’t get a chance to experience.
A week before Badwater, one of our crew members had to drop, so my running pal and training partner Dr. Kevin Stuart joined the crew. I was thrilled to be doing another epic event with Kevin as we have shared some really awesome experiences over the years. Still, we weren’t really sure what to expect as rookie crew members. Race rules state “runners accompanied by conveyance such as hovercrafts and helicopters will be disqualified.” Why would “hovercraft” need to be in the rules? At the general store at Furnace Creek Ranch, I found a t-shirt with the instruction, “Bring a compass. It’s awkward when you have to eat your friends.” Such rules and words leave a lot to the imagination.
This year’s crew met for the first time two days before the race in Las Vegas. Led by crew chief Susy Bacal, we were joined by veteran crew members Craig Bellmann and Jim Cady. Nike running coach Kenley Ferrara joined us from New York City. I could tell there was a good vibe with this crew right from the start.
Pam figured she had one person to beat–Sumie Inagaki of Japan. Pam had run with Sumie in France at the 48-hr. world championships. Sumie is the world record holder at 48-hrs. but this was her rookie year at Badwater and had probably never run in this kind of heat.
Early on race morning, Pam got a phone call and heard some difficult family news. At breakfast, she told the whole crew. We knew it wasn’t the kind of thing she could just block out of her mind, but we tried to keep things light-hearted since the race was starting in just a few hours.
Kenley and I waited at Furnace Creek (mile 17) in the second van to take over support when Pam arrived. We watched the entire 10 am. group come through. Something was wrong. The crew said Pam seemed fine the first ten miles, then started slowing down and walking with a sharp pain in her back. We couldn’t tell if it was a real injury or if the stress of the news from home had her tied in knots. Whatever it was, Pam was suffering.
When Pam finally arrived, she had to lay in the shade. We did our best to calm her down, help her relax and find a new groove. She took a dip in the pool at Furnace Creek Ranch and we hoped that would help her snap out of her funk. Eventually we were back on the road and tried to keep moving. We took turns walking with Pam for several miles as she struggled mentally and physically.
One race official pulled up behind us, shocked to see Pam in very last place. Without hesitation he said, “We will bend the rules for Pam. She can do anything she wants out here.” It was indeed an honor to be crewing for Badwater royalty. She made it another few miles but decided to drop before things got worse.
Even at her lowest point, Pam wanted to check on her fellow runners. We drove ahead to find Amy Palmiero-Winters in bad shape on the side of the road. We pulled over and Pam gave Amy some words of encouragement. Amy recovered like a true champion and finished the race.
We also caught up to Luis Escobar who had returned to Badwater after a five year hiatus. Pam and I had a fantastic time with Luis last Sept. when we took him to Jackson Hole, WY to do a photoshoot of Pam in the Teton Mountains. He’s an amazing photographer and an outstanding runner, finishing his third Badwater this year.
Once we gathered ourselves and realized the race was over for us, Pam said she wanted us to drive to Stovepipe Wells at mile 40 to give the rookie crew members a flavor of the race. We passed many runners and just about everyone looked like they were suffering greatly. It was 125 degrees and everyone at the time station remarked how it was so much cooler than last year’s 134. We all jumped in the pool at the Stovepipe Wells Village Hotel.
I didn’t get to experience the full measure of Badwater but I saw enough to appreciate the magnitude of what these runners do out there for 135 miles in unimaginable heat. And to consider that every year the field gets better, stronger, faster. I can’t help but wonder just how fast someone can run this course. The men’s record is 22:51:29 and some were expecting it to be broken again this year.
It’s hard to know if Pam will make a another run at Badwater. I’m not sure she knows herself. It would seem there’s really nothing left to prove but a DNF doesn’t seem like the way to end her career at the event that brought her worldwide fame in the ultra running community. If she decides to go for it next year, I hope to be there.
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The final requirement is CPR and first aid certification. I took a full day course at the Red Cross. Can’t believe it’s taken me this long to learn CPR and I’m glad I finally did it. My very knowledgable instructor was retired Navy. Let’s just say he kept my attention. I learned how to treat a choking infant, administer full CPR on an unconcious adult, use an AED (the “paddles”), and treat various injuries. I actually now feel like I could respond in an emergency situation and know what to do.
Dates: March/April
Dates: Feb. 11 – 13, 2010
Lots of people have asked me if the Transrockies Run was everything I expected. The answer is yes and no. Yes, I expected an epic week of running and Colorado certainly delivered. The views were stunning, the TRR staff was incredible, the atmosphere was electric. But due to Kevin’s injury, we did not get to run hard everyday like we wanted to, so we didn’t get to experience the one thing we wanted more than anything–to push ourselves to the limit and see how we stacked up against a very solid field of runners from 10 countries and 29 states. Am I disappointed? Not in the least. Most things in life don’t turn out according to plan. I am grateful for even having the opportunity to participate.
The final results are humbling. Kevin and I figured in our best condition, we might have covered the course in about 23 – 24 hours. That would have put us in roughly 12th place in our division, exactly in the middle of the pack and right where we thought we might finish when we started the race. I remind myself that our original goal was simply to finish injury free. Well, at least we finished. It took us 30 hrs., 57 mins., just edging out the California Old Goats, the oldest team in the field at 65 and 70 years young. Right behind them were speed-inspiring names such as the Blazing Rocking Chairs and the Big Fat Cohibas. Notice the lack of major brand names preceeding their team names. Team names starting with Salomon, Nike, Montrail, North Face, and Nathan all led their divisions and were showered with schwag all week long. The winnning time posted by Run Flagstaff was 14:59:59, less than half the time it took me and Kevin. That’s just about the difference between running and going for a hike.
I think there was a big missed opportunity with the elite field that had assembled this year. We had a fair amount of free time in the afternoon and early evening. I thought it would have been great to have Hal Koerner do a chalk talk on how to run your first 100-miler, or have Anita Ortiz talk about her recent win at WS100. Nikki Kimball has great
Would I do the Transrockies again? I would love to but probably won’t, unless by a fantastic but improbable set of circumstances, several friends from my local running club all decided to do it in the same year. If I could afford it and could make the time to do another stage race, I think I would choose the
This is it…the last stage. Wow, what a week! The day started with a long line of runners lined up to get taped, bandaged or otherwise jerry-rigged to get through the last 21 miles. We started right where we finished inside the Beaver Creek village. It was a flat 2-mile run through the village before the day’s climb began, so I took off ahead of Kevin again so he might catch me on the climb.
I was thinking about my sister Julie who had been in the hospital getting steroid treatments for her MS the entire time I was racing. I was pleased with my efforts in raising nearly $7000 for the National MS Society until I met Karl Robohn and Bill Grar of Team Livestrong. They have raised an impressive $300,000 for the Lance Armstrong’s cancer foundation over the last three years. I need to take a page out of their book and figure out how to go well beyond the $10,000 fund-raising goal I set for myself. Karl and Bill also took the award in my book for the coolest gear–a mini video camera mounted to the visor and a wrist-mounted camera.
The trail suddenly entered a fantastic aspen forest where the breeze causes the leaves to twist and flutter. It’s an awesome experience to run through this environment. As I neared the first checkpoint at around the 6.5-mile mark, Kevin had not yet caught up to me, so I waited for him to avoid being assessed a 60-minute penalty at the checkpoint.
The first thing I did when I crossed the line was call my sister Julie. She was still in the hospital and I could only leave a message, but as I tried to hold back my emotions, I told her I am immensely proud of her for keeping up her fight against MS. She struggles every day of her life. I only struggled for six days, but I actually had a world of fun doing it.