Showing posts from August, 2017

The Blackspur Marathons #50shadesoftrailrunning

Myself and brother, both finished the 108k Views from the top of Leg 1 DISCLAIMER: If you have not seen the documentary 'The Barkley Marathons', you will not get most of this humor.  So please, open Netflix, watch the movie, and then read this. Some of you know the infamous Brian (or Laz as he should be named) Gallant.  He's the guy that created the now hellish Sinister 7 course with it's 18% finish rate.  He is the mastermind behind the Blackspur 108K Mountain Ultra, and if you need one race to make your season a success, it should be this one. I arrived on the Friday early for check-in.  I won't be surprised if the price of registration next year is a license plate, and a pair of socks.  Did I mention this course is insane (or required someone insane to come up with it)? I made sure to pick up my Blackspur coffee mug at the same time as my race bag, then did I quick drive down the mountain to Purcell Outdoors to pick up a few other necessities (P

Ghost Runner, the EC, and the Quest to beat Kris

Welcome to my run blog, where I write my random and off-colour thoughts on running and races.  The EC is not my usual audience, so if you'd like to know more about me, feel free to scroll through the bowels of the internet (and my blog), and check it out, it won't be wasted time on the toilet. I have a deep love of the EC.  It was my first trail race many years ago, up the old mount Roman.  Much has changed (Much hasn't...looking at you Kris Swanson).  The biggest change, is the size.  It started with 50ish poor souls running in the woods for no apparent reason, and has grown to 1000 not to bright individuals running in the mountains for no apparent reason.  Also, the t-shirts.  They used to be a plain....t-shirt.  Cotton.  Durable.  Now, I feel like I'm in an early 90's rap music video, or all the colours had a civil war, and they all won. You could see this race from space. One thing hasn't changed.  This race is most people's 'goal' race.  The

The Ballad of the Ever Sexy Ghost Runner at Death Race

Fresh outta the box Where to start this one off?  Bear with me, this is a doozy. The Death Race and I have a complicated relationship.  It's been a white whale for me, but since I got serious about running, and got off my combination Window/Fatkins diet I hadn't tried this bad boy.  Which brings me to a happy hour on July 5th (or whatever the last day of registration was).  I'd run 4 ultras this year, and was headed to Sinister 7 in a week.  My season was full. I had 9 total booked for this year!  But after a few beers....why not make it 10?  That number sounds better right? So here we are. Pulling into Grande Cache on the Friday after work, you can see the signs in building, and billboards.  They read something like 'You are an idiot, this is stupid, who does this?'.  My first stop is the classy sky hy lounge.  If alcohol got me into this mess, it can get me out right? The rest of Friday is pretty uninteresting, unless you find the personal grooming habit