Monday, July 7, 2014

Old Rag FKT.. by the skin of my teeth!

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not that much of a planner.  But even if I was the opportunities for me to get out for a day to attempt an FKT on Old Rag Mountain were slim, so with my wife and son at the beach with her family and nothing to do until my 6pm track practice I figured today would be as good as any.  I woke up a little later than I would have liked to, ate some breakfast, threw my mountain bike, inflatable kayak, and slackline in the car, in case I had some free time after the run, tweeted about my attempt and took off for the mountain at around 9:30. The first thing I heard on the radio was that it was going to be mid 90’s and I cringed.  Heat has never been my friend.  Still I felt confident that the 39:50 ascent and 105:49 full loop that Neal Gorman had run in the fall of 2012 were well within my reach. 
The Ridge Trail on Old Rag.  A seriously fun run!

I had wanted to make this attempt for a while.  I had spent a remarkable amount of time on the mountain when I lived close by a few years ago before I knew that record times existed for runs like this, or that people even ran them, so I was well acquainted with the trail, and very sure of my ability and that, on a Monday the trail would be clear.  When I pulled into the Nethers parking lot however it was nearly full with at least 60 cars.  I stepped out of the car and began sweating immediately.  I renewed my yearly park pass, grabbed a couple water bottles and my GoPro and headed up the road to the trail head.  The climb to the trail head on the road was exposed and though I was running easy I was hot and having doubts.  I thought of calling it off. But then I remembered my twitter post. Freakin twitter. All 7 people that saw my post knew I was out here.  I was locked in now.  When I reached the top parking lot I veered right down a narrow path on the opposite side of the lot from the trail head.  At the bottom of the trail was an ice cold swimming hole and I planned to dip before I ran.  I stashed my bottles and camera in the woods by the swimming hole, downed a honey stinger gel, hopped in the water and then put my shoes on as quickly as possible so I could get a couple miles in before I dried off.  Back at the trail head I slipped a soaking wet buff around my neck, a soaking wet hat on my head, donned my sun glasses, started my Garmin, tagged the cement post that marked the trail head and started running. 
Trail head
Pre run selfie



              






 My legs didn’t feel amazing but the opening mile went a little quicker than anticipated in 9:41, traffic at this point was light, and although I was getting warm I felt easy so I maintained my effort.  I hit the first overlook at around 2 miles in 20:30. I knew from Neal's blog, which also provides some great info on the mountain and it's running history, that he had reached this point in 22:17.  It was then that things started to fall apart.  The trail left the woods and undulated over under, and through massive boulders that were already baking in the sun.  Normally my favorite part of the run, I immediately became miserable in the heat.  Traffic also picked up and although I didn’t have to slow down much, I knew that after passing ten or so people I had to be losing ground to Neal’s ghost runner behind me.  Previously, I had in the back of my mind, hoped to break an hour, that goal was off the table now and knowing I had small cushion I tried to enjoy the gnarly rock scramble and stay within my limits.  I felt tight and slow.  Years ago when I spent a lot of time on the mountain I knew every rock and step,I would FLY through this section.  Today I felt myself baby stepping.  Still I was climbing well and figured I would reach the summit around 37 minutes barring disaster.  Disaster struck in the squeeze, a narrow steep section between two rock walls.  It’s always wet and slippery and halfway up a large triangular shaped rock about 5 feet tall presents itself as an obstacle to climbers.  It’s often bottle necked with people and as I feared when I entered 5 guys with packs and basketball shorts from the 50’s were trying to squeeze themselves between the top half of the rock and the right hand wall.  The 3 at the back stepped aside to let me pass but for a painful minute I stood watching the other two straddle the rock and struggle, legs kicking and balls scraping, to the other side.  As soon as I could politely move I went straight over the top of the jutting rock and was back on my way.  The trail was immediately clogged with more people, and with respect to all hikers and runners, I passed with care and a thank you!  It wasn’t long until the trail opened up into a large level ridge of boulders.  With more maneuvering room I quickly made my way to the other side and soon was at the summit.  I veered right from the post that marked the top and made my way to the highest rock on the mountain.  I slapped the top with my palm not taking the time to pull my whole body up.  My watch read 38:26, an ascent record although I am relatively sure I have run it faster in the past. I shook out my legs and headed down. 
Negotiating the squeeze with  Leah, Josh and our dogs back in 2009

One of my best runs ever on the mountain back in 2010!


                The next few miles of descent flew by.  The trail down is technical but very runnable and knowing I had a cushion of 1:24 I relaxed and let gravity do the work.  I was halfway down, entering my last “danger zone” a narrow section of rocky trail formed into steps, that passes between two boulders when I saw the line of people.  I recalled seeing a white bus in the parking lot and knew this must be that group.  There was hardly room to pass so I walked until I made it to the front of the crowd.  I glanced at my watch and knew it would be close.  I forgot about running relaxed and bombed the remaining single track.  I reached the fire road at 52:39 only 29 seconds up on Neal.  From here he had averaged 5:14 pace.  This was well within my reach but as the mercury passed 90 I wanted nothing more than to stop. The air grew thicker and I started getting a little dizzy.  I backed off the pace and let my legs turn on the downhill.  When my watch beeped for the next mile at 5:15 I knew I had it in the bag.  I was uncomfortable but not pushing hard enough to risk a blow up.  I kept the cruise on through the next mile in 5:05.  As my watch clicked past 1:05 the trail leveled out and then rose up to the finish.  My legs felt like lead as I took the climb but I knew, although close that there was no losing the record now.  I tagged the cement marker for the second time and then stopped my watch.  105:17!  I felt more relieved than excited.  
Spent after my effort.

I immediately grabbed my stashed water bottles and headed to the swim hole.  The bottles had been meant for another loop of the ridge trail or maybe a run out to cedar falls where I could huck myself off the rocks into a clear water hole.  But I knew as I sat in the gloriously cool creek that my running was over for the day.  I wouldn’t even run back to the car.  Later I would head over to the Shenandoah River, pump up my kayak and float to some cliffs that I could reach without having to run there.  Then I would jump and float staying in the water and away from the heat for as long as I could. In Neal's blog he mentiones the chance of possibly running sub 1 hour which I think is within reach. I would love to come back on a cooler day maybe in the evening and maybe with a few other guys to push things out there and give it a shot!  Anyone in?
Swimming holes make everything better.



Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Art Of The Stroller Run


It’s funny how your life can change so dramatically yet so seamlessly that you don’t even take a second to notice how different your daily routine is.  That is until that one little thing catches your attention and it all becomes comically clear.  Then you have to laugh.  For me that moment came halfway through packing up the car for a little running outing with my son.  Aside from his stroller, and diaper bag, which were already packed I was stuffing a diaper, blanket, zip lock bag of wipes, zip lock bag of Gerber puffs, 4 oz of mommy's milk, blue teething foot, apple juice, and binky, into my The North Face running pack, next to my Pomegranate Honey Stinger Gel and waffle.  That’s when it hit me that a year ago that’s all I would have carried.  A couple gels just in case I decided to go long and maybe a 10 oz water bottle if it was hot.  Those items would have been tossed alongside my running shoes onto the passenger seat of my car and I would have arrived barefoot at the trail head somewhere between the time I was now going through the last items on my nearly endless gear check, doing the last minute diaper change and strapping my kid, loaded with toys so that he might stay occupied until we get the end of our street, into the back seat and as a last minute afterthought remembering my running shoes.  As someone who has always had a quite minimalist style when it comes to gear I had to laugh at the fully loaded car.  All that gear and I was only going out for 9 miles!  Training has changed too!   Now if I haven’t lost you with this overly long introduction to my new routine, I will now proclaim to you that while I am somewhat new to this father son run routine I believe that I have become quite proficient in the art of the stroller run! Follow these simple steps and you can be too!
Some of my modified running kit.

 1.       Destination.  First pick a destination that your kid will like.  This is not hard.  Kids are easily impressed.  I kicked a balloon out of my way the other day and sent the little one into a fit of laughter.  However examples of places that my son loves are as follows.  Creeks, large rocks, small caves, the old broken down bull dozer at the logging site, and his personal favorite, the fire tower. Next make sure that this destination is accessible or nearly accessible (my personal favorites include a little bit of hiking) by some nice dirt/gravel mountain road.  If the road to the destination is tough, all the better for your fitness.  You are not running 20 miles today like you were a year ago so you may as well make it hard!
Chilling at the creek!
Playing on the dozer.











2.       Bring everything you might need!  These things include but are not limited to, stroller, a favorite toy, binky, teething foot, juice, formula/milk, water, diapers, wipes, powder, sunscreen, sun hat, kids pack if your destination includes some hiking, blanket, change of clothes, cell phone, bike lock and because nothing entertains him more bring the dog.  On that note bring a towel or two as well.  Pack the essentials, bottle of milk/formula, bag of puffs, diaper and wipes into a running pack, you may as well include a snack and drink for yourself as well, and load it all in the car.
Kilian on the mountain top with his dog.

3.       Final preparation!  You have now arrived at your destination.  Your kid may be asleep so take your time loading your running pack, and his pack into the stroller along with that blanket, while the dog runs around chases animals and rolls in poop. If you were smart you have parked by a creek therefore insuring that your kid is as happy upon return as he was at the actual destination.  You can also give the dog a bath.  Your kid is now awake so load him into the stroller, which he loves, and buckle him up, which he hates.  Start running IMMEDIATELY!  This will make him forget about the buckles and he will be happy again.
Rockin in the stroller

4.       The run!  Congratulations! You are finally moving.  This part is not too much different than it used to be.  Just slower.  Although if you feel like running hard go for it!  You are not running that far, and you will have a significant amount of rest halfway through!   If you chose a destination that included some hiking lock the stroller or if you forgot the lock ditch in the bushes, throw the kid in the front pack and throw the running pack on your back, and ruck it the rest of the way to your destination.  This is the best part of the day!  Hang out and play with your kid as he laughs at whatever amazing outdoor wonders impress him at the moment.  Spread out that blanket and eat your snacks. Enjoy life to the fullest.  These are the moments we live for and I guarantee that you will find more gratification at the top of that fire tower, rock or old bull dozer than you did atop whatever peak you were on a year ago! Eventually work your way back to the stroller, haul back down the mountain.  Don’t crash. Wash the dog in the creek, hope you brought that towel!  Load the car back up and head home.
Snacking at the fire tower
Fun above the trees!










5.    Nap! Your kid woke up at 5:30.  It’s your day off.  He is tired.  You are tired.  Put him and yourself to bed and sleep!  He may sleep 20 minutes or 2 hours so enjoy every second of that rest!

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Bear Mountain Take Four!

No matter what the outcome of a race is I always analyze my performance, my on course decisions, what I did right and wrong, what I ate drank and how I could have gone faster.  I don’t do this to pat myself on the back for what I did right, or make excuses for how I could have gone faster or why I got beat, I do it because I believe it makes me a better athlete the next time around. While I can find some small mistakes, In my analysis of my race this past weekend at The North Face Endurance Challenge in Bear Mountain NY, I can’t find any scenario in which I make up the almost 13 minute margin between my second place finish and Dylan Bowman’s Impressive winning time, that doesn’t involve traveling back in time and overhauling my training leading up to the race.  He was easily the strongest runner on that day and it showed.
The race started much like last year for me.  I forgot my headlamp, again, and so I placed myself at the front with Andrew Siegmund, and Jeff Gosselin who have been kind enough to light my way these past two years.
The early miles!
  The opening miles were easy and flew by.  A solid group remained at the front of the race until the second aid station, Dylan ran through while the rest of us grabbed some quick snacks and drinks.  By the time we caught Dylan there were only 5 of us left, Jeff Gosselin and Florent Bouguin with The North Face Canada, myself and The North Face teammate Mike Wolfe, and Dylan Bowman, who being sponsored by Pear Izumi was the only one not wearing bright green.  The five of us hung together over the next 10 miles as we scrambled and splashed our way through the rolling rocky New York wilderness just 30 minutes away from one of the largest cities in the world!  During this section of the race the course deviated from previous years.  A few technical climbs and descents were traded for less technical but still rocky double track and some road sections.  The other major difference was the water.  Much of the race that was dry rocky run off in previous years was creek after the week of preceding rain.  After the first few miles of attempting to avoid puddles we all gave into the inevitable wet feet and just sloshed through any water in our path.  Somewhere near the Halfway Point the course deviated again and instead of rocky single track we found ourselves on solid park road, and double track.  The pace quickened slightly and pretty soon it was just Mike, Dylan and I at the front, and pretty soon we started to string out as well.
Technical terrain wakes you up early one in Bear Mountain!

Coming into aid station six Dylan led Mike and I by a few seconds.  The course left the road about a hundred yards before the aid station, we got our bibs marked and Mike and Dylan headed down the trail.  I was low on water and made a split second decision to run to the aid station and back.  I figured the minute or so wouldn’t affect me in the long run.  When I got back to the trail I was by myself.  I hadn’t encountered either of the Canadian’s and Mike and Dylan were out of sight.  At this point I made my only real mistake of the race.  Instead of staying steady until the technical downhill sections later on in the course, which is what I should have done, I ran the next mile way faster than I should have to try and catch back up immediately.  I managed to catch back up in sight of Mike before my stomach flipped.  I have a weak stomach when I run so puking is part of my normal routine, this time around however I was taking a digestive enzyme pill and had yet to have any trouble.  However my foolish sprint changed that and I threw up, losing everything I had taken at the aid station.  The inevitable low that followed came at the worst possible time.  I found myself barely moving up a mile long section of road that I knew Mike and Dylan were crushing in their bids for the win.  By the time I left the pavement I had recovered and I figured the damage was limited, maybe 3 minutes to Mike and 5 to Dylan.  When I rolled into the next aid station I found I was correct on one account.  Mike was only 3 minutes up on me, Dylan however was another 6 minutes off the front of Mike.  I thought only briefly about how fast he must have been running before I set my mind to the next section of course.  Being mostly downhill and relatively technical I had always been strong on this section, I had my energy back, and was ready to roll!  When I tried to go however my legs just were not there.  I fought through the next five miles and stayed even with Mike but didn’t gain a second.  Dylan earned another 3 minutes on us and barring a disaster I knew neither of us was catching him.  I didn’t know how far either of the Canadian’s or Brian Rusiecki was behind me so I put my head down and ran out of Anthony Wayne to face the final ten miles.  Over the next two mile climb I surprised myself with how strong I ran.  My legs were still heavy and constantly spasming but my pace didn’t show it.  I caught Mike coming into the next aid station and we hiked through Timp pass together.  With three miles to go I got away from Mike on the last ridiculously technical downhill, he was hitting a low point and seemed to just be in finishing mode.  I thought of running with him but I knew if I crashed again and he rebounded he would easily drop me again.  From there to the finish my legs felt strong but heavy. 
As I came through the familiar tunnel and headed toward the finish my family started cheering for me, surprised I think to see that I had caught Mike.  As the Finishing banner came into sight my wife handed me my son and I carried him toward the finish as people cheered.  With a few feet to go I set him down and as I held his hands for balance, he’s seven months old and can’t walk on his own yet, he kicked his little feet to run across his first finish line!  I may have had greater moments in my life but I couldn’t remember one at that moment! 
Kilian's first finish line!
Dylan had maintained his 12 + minute lead over the last ten showing strong finishing speed himself and was there to congratulate me when I was done.  Minutes later Mike came through also carrying his 3 month old son, proving that kids don’t end your days of competitive running and adventure! Florent, Brian and Jeff finished shortly after as part of the strongest field Bear Mountain has ever seen! 
Following the finish I sat with my family on the grass talking to other competitors and soaking up the atmosphere.  Loud cheers announced the arrival of Rory Bosio as she crossed the line to win the women’s race, instantly surrounded by camera’s and fans.  Behind her runners finished their respective races pain, pride, and accomplishment etched on their faces as the crossed the line and medals were draped around their necks.  “Are you going to be back next year?”  I turned my eyes away from the finish to answer in the affirmative.  All the Endurance Challenges are amazing events but for more reasons than I could write in this blog this race and place are special to me, and no matter where I am in life, the trails and people here always feel like home.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Best of 2013 (Pic Edition)

Best Moment:  Without a doubt the birth of our son Kilian! Although every mile stone seems almost as amazing!
Honorable mentions: buying our first house, and Leah graduating Nursing School! It's been a big year!
Best Race:  From a performance standpoint St. Patricks Day 8k in DC.  That finishing kick suprised me as much as everyone else!
Photo Credit:SwimBikeRunPhoto
Photo Credit:SwimBikeRunPhoto
Favorite Race: Rothrock Challenge.  This was a tough choice, but because it was new to me this year and because this is what trail racing is supposed to be Rothrock wins out!

Honorable Mentions:  Cayuga Trails 50, Picture says it all.  ECS NewYork, This is a best every year!
Photo Credit: Endurance Photos

Photo Credit: Steve Gallow, Steven Gorgos


Best Trip:  Columbia.  While the race exposed my weaknesses it was a true challenge.  But it was the people who really made the trip!



Most inspirational people:  Mike Wardian and Justin Ricks.  These guys have full time jobs, are amazing runners and awesome fathers.  As I look forward to the coming years having a kid, and hopefully more, has given me new perspective, and I hope to be able to not only balance but mix responsibility, family, and some good outdoor fun the way that these guys do!



My best picture of the year:  Since photography is a bit of a hobby.  This one I took of Brett on Old Rag!

Have a great 2014 everybody!

Monday, August 26, 2013

10 Best Summer Runs!

87 degrees.  That’s what weather.com was calling for as I sat at my computer last night contemplating my route for today’s run.  I had been thinking about the dry dusty ridges of the Tuscarora trail but when I saw the weather that changed.  A good 16-17 mile loop out in Sky Meadows and G.R Thompson with a swim in Thompson lake right before the biggest climb of the day.  That was more like it.  As I look back over the summer I realize that most if not all of my long run routes were determined by one common factor.  A good swimming hole.  So here you go, just in time for the last few hot days of summer, or as a guide for next summer, my top 10 hot weather runs, with their accompanying swimming hole.  I will note that while I have a good sense of direction I am not very good at remembering trail names!  So if you are one of the 3 people who reads this blog and you actually want to give one of the runs a shot feel free to call me and I can give you directions or just go for the run with you!

1. Cedar Run, Shenandoah National Park.  Park at the end of Weakley Hollow road, using the same parking lot as White Oak Canyon.  Start up the White Oak Canyon trail, the more popular hike, but take your first left and follow the trail markers for Cedar Run.  The waterfalls may be less impressive than white oak but the deep freezing swimming holes make it a better spot to cool off any day, with a 25 foot cliff jump, and natural waterslides along the way.  There are various loops you can do depending how far you want to go including, old rag mountain, a loop that takes you down white oak canyon, or a straight out and back up cedar run that takes you to the top of Hawksbill, the highest Mountain in Shenandoah National Park.
 








2. AT/James River Foot Bridge, Snowden VA.  Some of my best College memories are here.  Just 20 minutes outside of Lynchburg the AT Crosses the James River via the James River foot bridge.  At roughly 100m long and 50 feet above the river, with no bottom in sight this is one of the favorite hang-outs for college students, locals and thru hikers.  A hot day might see 50 people laying out on the bridge with beach towels and plunging the 50 feet or so down to the cool water below.  Aside from the AT there are also countless trails and fire roads spider webbing out from Snowden into both the James River Face Wilderness and Thomas Jefferson National Park, making it one of the best places in Virginia to get in a good mountain run.









3. The Billy Goat Trail/Great Falls Park MD.  While the Virginia side of Great Falls is amazing and host some great races including The North Face Endurance Challenge, in my mind the MD side has it beat.  The Billy Goat Trail follows the river through and above Mather gorge providing some amazing views, gnarly technical terrain and swimming holes at every corner.
















4. Passage Creek/Buzzard Rocks.  There are countless runs to do here but my favorite is roughly a seven miler over buzzard rocks.  Park off of FT Valley road, next to passage creek.  There is no trail head here but you can see buzzard rocks straight above you across the road.  There is also an open boulder field climbing straight up the mountain side.  Cross the creek, and climb the boulder field.  It is less than a mile but extremely steep!  I will challenge anyone to race me up it.  When you hit the ridge follow the the white blazes of the buzzard rock trail to the south, your right, until you meet the Tuscarora trail.  Go right and fly down the mountain until you get to Elizabeth’s furnace.  From here follow the road back to your car.  There is an awesome swimming hole that y can’t miss right at the end!









5. White Rocks trail/ Cave spring falls, Shenandoah NP.  This swimming hole can be reached from either Buck hollow or Ashby road.  Either way there will be some STEEP climbs.  But it’s worth it.  This is one of the best waterfalls in the park that no one ever seems to visit.  If the water was a little bit deeper, and the falls were jumpable this would be my all time favorite swimming hole.










6. Fredericksburg Quarry.  Located at right in Fredericksburg VA, this place holds one of the best cliff jumping spots in NOVA as well as some of the best trails.  Park off of Fall Hill Ave/Riverside Rd and cross the road onto the unpaved canal trail.  The quarry is just over a mile ahead of you, and there are several amazing swimming holes in the Rappahannock River along the trail as well.  If you run the outer perimeter of this mountain bike park you can get 10 + miles in, as well as a 60 foot cliff jump!









7. Panther Falls.  Located just off the Blue Ridge parkway halfway between Lynchburg and Lexington VA, this is another spot where some of my best College memories were made.  From the falls, which can be quite popular, run out Panther Falls road for some of the best gravel mountain roads that VA has to offer.  If you going long, it only takes about 4 miles to reach the AT and get some serious single-track in as well.


8.  Overall Run, Shenandoah NP.  Park at Matthews Arm campground and run the Overall Run trail past Overall Falls, one of the highest and most spectacular in Shenandoah!  Continue on the trail past the falls, and after some steep descent you will find some nice cold swimming holes to ice your trashed quads in.  From there you can run a loop following Beech ridge trail? Or do an out and back on the popular Jeremy’s Run.


9. Quaker Run Rd/ Rapidan River.   Follow Quakers run road out Cigelersville and into the Shenandoah NP.  At the bottom of the first steep downhill there is a parking area by the river, or creek really.  From here you can hit the single-track, or continue up the road alongside the river where locals have built rock dams at every turn to build some awesome swimming holes.


10. Thompson lake loop.  Located right in my back yard in the GR Thompson Wildlife management area, this is at least a once weekly run for me and my dog Kira.  Park at the top of the mountain off of freezland road and descend 3 miles and almost a thousand feet to Thompson Lake.  After a good swim head up the trail on the opposite side of the lake, if it’s not too overgrown until you reach the AT. From here you can head back to your car, roughly a 7 mile loop, or head north into Sky Meadows State park and keep tacking on the miles!

Monday, July 29, 2013

Table Mountain 27k

                As I came through the Cardiac Aid Station for the second time with roughly two miles to go I glanced behind me and saw third place exiting the woods less than a hundred yards back.  I had already given up on the win when I entered the aid station and was informed that I was nearly 5 minutes behind the leader, which had shocked me slightly.  While I was not having my best ever performance I was certainly not having a bad day. 

                The trip started well, with a great pre race run the day before where I previewed some of the course, ran down the beach, over some boulders and inadvertently through a naked game of Ultimate Frisbee.  The race had started well too with a steep climb up from Stinson Beach.  After leading for about a mile I could feel that everyone but one competitor had dropped off the pace as we climbed through the early morning fog.  Temperatures were perfect and just as the race began to thin out we broke out of the fog to see the top of Mt. Tam ahead of us with an ocean of clouds sprawling beneath us.
  Just as we broke the clouds Galen Burrell passed me and while I maintained my pace he destroyed the remaining mile of the climb.  I saw him briefly about a minute ahead of me at the top and that was the last I would see of him until the finish.  I ran solo for a while as the coastal trail cut its way across the mountain to the first stop at Cardiac Aid Station.  By the time I hit the aid station I had been caught by three guys and we proceeded to FLY the next several miles of descent.  There were countless switchbacks and the four of us stayed pretty tight all the way to the bottom.  We all stayed close until the final climb on the Dipsea Trail where I was able to regain my runner up position and give myself some cushion.  Then right before the top I got sick like always and by the time I crawled into Cardiac the second time I was not sure how much energy I had left.  When I saw third place come out of the woods right behind me however I got a second wind and took off.  I knew that most of the remainder of the course was downhill so I held nothing back.  The trail was fairly smooth and except for a few hairy sections on the stairs, and there were lots of stairs, there was nothing to slow me down.  By the time I exited the Matt Davis Trail at the bottom my legs were trashed but I could look back and see empty trail so I knew I was safe.  I cruised the remaining 400 meters or so to finish crossing the line in second still well under the old course record, and only 50 or so seconds ahead of third place.  Galen it turned out had finished 5 minutes ahead.  Knowing that it wasn’t my best day I would like to say that I could have competed with him had I felt better but honestly that was one of the more impressive performances I have seen and I know I have a ways to go before I could have contended with him on that course.  After the race I hung out for a while with the other competitors and enjoyed the post race food and drink.  Then I hopped in my car and headed up highway 1 towards Point Reyes.  I had seen pictures on Google of a waterfall above the ocean that I was reasonably sure I could find.  I found the trailhead 20 minutes later and walk/jogged the four miles out to the falls.  It was a steep climb from the trail to the beach at the bottom of the falls, called Alamere Falls according to the sign, but it was worth it.  This was definitely one of the more beautiful places I have been in my life.
 











I relaxed on the beach for a bit went for a swim and then headed back to Stinson for dinner.  I was going to relax for the rest of the night but the coastline was so beautiful that I had to keep exploring so I parked up on highway 1 south of Stinson and climbed down the ocean.  For the next couple hours I climbed and navigated boulders along the water’s edge as I took pictures and headed south.


I finally found a destination in the form of a huge rock jutting out from the mountain and after a steep climb using ropes left by other adventurers before me I reached it.  I sat there for a long time as I watched the sun set and then hiked up to the highway and headed back to my car. 
















By the time I reached it I felt like I had run an ultra but all the beauty I had witnessed was worth the soreness.  It was nearly 10 when I reached the car and I crashed for a few hours in the back seat before heading back to San Francisco for the flight home.  I should have been tired as I wound my way back highway 1 but somehow I felt incredibly energized and alive by the early morning air streaming through my windows.  I could smell the freshness of the sea, feel the adrenaline of my recent adventures, and the excitement of heading back to my wife and soon to be born son, and in the moment, life was good.