Sydney and I ran the Lawrence Trail Hawks night trail run, The Nighthawk. Syd ran the 10 mile, and I ran the 50-kilometer. We had some friends running the 20-mile race. Everyone there was super nice and very cool.
The race itself was neither nice, nor cool. I feel it’s pointless to comment on the weather unless it’s violent storms or tornadoes or something. However, the lack of violent, torrential rainstorms preceding this race made for a hot, sultry night.
I guess the good side of that is the trails were in really good shape. The trails around Clinton Lake are mostly rooty dirt with some rocky spots. As we ran on through the night, they transformed in my mind to the cover of Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy.”
The course is a 10 mile-ish route from Overlook Park to Land’s End on the white trail and back to Overlook Park on the blue trail. So the 50k was 3 loops. There was a 10 hour cutoff. I expected to finish in about 8 hours. My actual time was closer to 9 hours, but I’m very happy I finished at all.
There were a lot of dnf’s and runners dropping down to less distance, which is smart. The only reason I didn’t is I have a touch of “imposter syndrome.”
The plan was to run with our friend Adam. That plan didn’t last very long. A wardrobe malfunction with my gaiters forced me to stop. I never would have kept that pace, anyway. He is just too fast! I saw my pacer from Prairie Spirit, Ben. He was on the struggle bus with a bad stomach. Unfortunately, he had to drop out, but he’s very talented. I’m sure he’ll be back.
A couple of our friends did really well in the 20 mile. Nick took 3rd place, and “coach” Ben won! Quite the achievement!
The second loop was the worst! I had stomach problems. I had lighting issues. I couldn’t run for very long before I had to walk up a rocky hill, or down a rocky slope, or through a rooty path. It was very frustrating. When got to Land’s End, they were out of watermelon! The volunteers at this event were great, and they were cutting up more watermelon at the time, but I couldn’t wait. I just grabbed a gross gel, some chews, and a stinger waffle and went on my way.
When I got back to the start, I put on a new waist light I bought just for this event.
Nighthawk has an (earned) reputation for being extremely buggy. I had been advised to use anything but a headlamp. I had knuckle lights, which worked okay, a small clip on light which faded really quick, the fanny pack waist light, and a headlamp as a last resort.
Since cactus roulette I don’t trust carrying just one light. I kept my knuckle lights in my pocket. I was now hands free! I ran out for my 3rd and final loop.
I felt much better on my last loop. The new lighting helped a lot, and I ran much more. I was feeling good (considering), and I was really excited to finish.
I got to Land’s End and thanked them for sticking around for me. I was sure I was the last runner on the course. They told me so many people had dropped! I ate some watermelon and bacon, grabbed more snackies, and burst back out for the last leg.
I thought about calling Sydney at every landmark: I just left lands end…I just crossed the creek…I’m over the dam…I’m across the road…at the bridges now…just running on those weird rocks…past the picnic table…I decided it would be better to just finish.
One of the coolest finishes I’ve ever had! The lights of the finish line were shut off, on account of the bugs. Someone saw me coming, and they turned them on as I approached! I felt like a rock star! The photographer had some camera issues, so I got to do it again!
The finisher swag for the 50k was a handmade wooden medal, an event and distance specific oval sticker, a carabiner mug, and an awesome running jacket.
The Nighthawk 50k was an awesome experience. It was very tough, but also very rewarding.
For the love of all that is good in your life, please, please wear sunscreen!
A couple of options. Anything is better than nothing.
Now that the PSA is taken care of… Tops off! Let the sun shine in! If anyone has a problem with your body, that is their problem.
Soak it in
I say “shirts off summer,” but really, I’ve only had my shirt on here and there all year. The weather has been that mild.
I popped the old shirt off pretty quickly during the Clinton historic half marathon. The heat & humidity really came on during that race! I wasn’t the only one stripping down.
The Clinton 1/2 marathon is a fantastic race. The town of Clinton is a little ways out there. So, once again, Syd and I were up and out the door by 6 a.m. on a Saturday. I guess it’s time I just admit that I prefer waking up early.
The half marathon takes runners through some of the older parts of town, by all the schools (I think) a bit on the Katy trail, on some 2 lane blacktop highway, and it begins and ends in the square.
Half marathon course goes all over town
After the race, Sydney and I walked around the square a bit and recounted the past races we ran there before we were together. It was kind of a fun, impromptu date.
The next day was the Father’s Day superhero 5k at the T-Mobile campus. As interesting as the Clinton half was, that is how boring the T-Mobile campus is.
Imagine: a beige and brick rectangle. Now, cut and paste that and arrange them in a circle. I suppose it’s good for productivity. It’s pretty good for races. Getting the distance right and controlling traffic is easy. We had a little problem figuring out which entrance to use. The directions on the event page confused me a bit.
I kept my shirt on for Father’s Day 5k. There were thunderstorms all night, and it was drizzling throughout the race. My intention was to run easy with Syd, and then the two of us were going to pace her father. That was the plan. Pretty soon after the start, we were tailed by a crying baby in a stroller. I had to get away, so away I went.
I was a little heartbroken when I saw it was an out and back course, but at least I got to high-five everyone.
I finished just as Andy, Sydney’s dad, made it to the turnaround. I walked the second half of the race with him and Sydney joined us when we got back around near the finish. We paced him to a new p.r.!
My training is ramping up. With the 2nd big race just weeks away, I’m upping mileage and trying to acclimate to the heat. I’ve been adding gear and shoes to my setup. I’ve been practicing my fueling with rice crispy treats, and oreos. Got to get the tummy in shape!
The second race in the super slam of Kansas ultrarunning, the Honey Badger 100, is right around the corner. The main feature, as far as I can tell, is the extreme heat. The race is mostly on country roads in east/central Kansas in the middle of summer. There will be (I imagine) no place to hide from the glaring sun. I am afraid. 😅
Whatever. Some things can’t be helped. “Control the controllable.” That’s all there is. I’m doing what I can to acclimate. To get conditioned to the heat. Por ejemplo: the Hospital Hill 1/2 marathon. I did just “okay.” Any half I finish under 2 hours I consider a real good run. I did “tire out” a bit. I got some real encouragement from the pacing crew. I took some walk breaks. Remarkably, I kept my shirt on. 😐
The next day, there was a group run around downtown K.C. MO in support of local running community hero Scott “the bearded runner” Green. I encourage you to check out the link.
The next week was a rare break from racing. I took advantage of the opportunity to work some overtime. That evening, I caught up with Sydney at her best friend’s new boyfriend’s place. His name is Matt, and he’s awesome! A real success and, just, the nicest guy.
Sunday, Syd and I ran 7 miles with kc running company’s newest group, the Sunday shoreline group. A lot of our friends were there, but they were focused on a big trip to Minnesota. So many of our friends ran Grandma’s marathon or half marathon. They all did so great! I am so jealous, but I can’t do everything!
TLDR: A lot of little kids, some of them fell down! Hills.
Sydney and I ran the 36th Annual Merriam Turkey Creek Festival 5K Run, Walk & Youth Sprint. It was a lot of fun! The weather was perfect. The crowd was excited. The race hired a local radio station dj, “DJ Kirby” from 94.9 fm to play music and get the crowd hyped up. He made some funny jokes, like “no gambling on the runners this year,” and “my favorite part of the race is watching kids wipe out!” Which I thought was a joke, but oh no! The carnage was all too real.
The race was to benefit the Merriam KS Parks, Recreation and Community Center Foundation scholarship fund. A truly worthy cause and I hope they raised a lot of money.
It seemed like every child between the ages of 11-14 had lined up at the front. Most runners that age have, in my experience, a very distinct running style. Something I like to call the “dash and look.” Dash! A few dozen feet, maybe 50 yards or so… then stop. Maybe walk a little, definitely turn all the way around and look for…? Parent? School chum? More than once, a child would make eye contact with me and immediately take off sprinting again. Normally, I hate the little kid dash and look. This race was different.
I had decided before we got there I wasn’t racing. I just wanted to cruise along with Sydney and enjoy the day. So we were back from the start line, which was perfect for how the race started. Several children started right up front. They counted down:10-9…321 go! And all the kids took off at a sprint. Ran full speed about 50 yards and got plowed into by about a hundred runners when they stopped in the middle of the course!
We were too far back to see any actual collision (except one, when this little girl stopped cold right in front of this guy in his 60s, and they both went flying in opposite directions. it was awesome!) We only saw the aftermath. The carnage! The horror! Really, it was just one kid, screaming like he was shopping with his parents at Walmart.
The race was also extra exciting because during “dodge-a-kid,” only half the road was closed. So the first mile was a messy pile of screaming, sprinting children, wary, veering adults, and big jacked-up pick-up trucks coming right at us!
There was a guy running right in front of us from the start that sounded like he was running the last 5k of a marathon. I was seriously concerned about this dude. I told Syd I had to get away from this guy and jogged on up ahead. That’s where I found Jason Silvers and got to do a little bit for his YouTube channel : The Year I Got The Runs. He asked if I was ready for the hills. I didn’t know about the hills, but whatever. I don’t care about hills. Not to undermine these hills. They are substantial hills.
Sydney caught up with me at the first aid station, and we spent the rest of the race together. Singing to Clint is a Tall Runner, encouraging a kid and just enjoying the moments.
At one point, to tease Clint about his musical taste, I sang the famous part from “You Never Even Call Me By My Name.” What really got Clint’s goat, though, was when Sydney sang a little country/western style tune of her own.
When we got close to the end, Sydney and I held hands so we could finish together and get a sweet picture. DJ Kirby made a funny comment about people meeting at the race. It was very funny and very cute!
This race was just okay. The course was fun, and the volunteers were very nice, but the start/finish line was cramped. There were no port-o-johns as far as I could tell. They held the age group awards hostage until the end of the race, which just did not work. Several of my friends were going straight from the finish to another race across town. I hope they get their medals!
Still, any race is better than no race. It was fun to just have a relaxed, non-competitive run with Sydney and my friends.
Until a couple of weeks ago, I had no intention of entering Running with the Cows 1/2 marathon. I had no races in May, and I was happy about that. This summer is going to be crazy busy, with the slam and all the races around that. My plan was to take it pretty easy. Well, we all know what Mike Tyson said about plans.
See, what had happened was… Sydney was invited to pace the Rock Island 1/2 marathon. I believe they phrased it like this: “Hey, Sydney! We would LOVE it if you would pace for the Rock Island Trail half! And Rex, too… I guess.”
So I’m pacing a half marathon at the end of July. Also, along with a few races I was planning to do already, I can complete a series! Swag & bling, baby!
I didn’t want to do this particular half (running with the cows) because of last year. I, along with everyone else, was destroyed by the heat and humidity. Also, I was promised an “amazing” finish line buffet. Instead, I got a warm BBQ sandwich. Better than a banana and a slice of cold pizza? Sure. Far from amazing, though.
I don’t feel brave or controversial saying 2022 rwtc sucked.
My expectations for this year were cautiously hopeful. Everything pointed to lessons learned, improvements made. The k.a. buffet was back. The aid stations were equipped with “dunk buckets,” and it was a new course. Solid changes.
Syd and I woke up at our new “usual” time. 5:30 a.m.🙁 I had a surprise, though. I saw Bucyrus, KS was NOT an hour or more away! We had time to stop for a muffin at the Quiktrip!
The parking situation was very easy. The parking volunteers actually split the cars and s.u.v.’s into different areas. Brilliant!
It was already in the 70’s at 7 a.m. I knew I was gonna pop my shirt off. Luckily, the race had a Gaylord full of sunscreen spray bottles! Along with the appropriate amount of Johnnie’s and hand washing stations! The start line area was A+ for sure!
The half started right on time, 7:33. I went out way too hard, but with a pace group. The 1:40 pace group, but still…
I was hanging with the fasties, trying to settle in, when this other racer starts bobbing around behind me. First, he’s behind my left ear. Then my right ear. I can’t take it, so I break out of the group and push ahead a few steps. 2 things here: I pretty quickly realized that “the guy” was my hair (I need a haircut), and #2: one of the pacers hollered out “take it easy, it’s not a 50k!” 🤣
There was really only one way to respond. Shirts off! The warm sun and the breeze from my too fast pace felt really good. The first aid station, I was able to step aside and let the good guys go past. I fell back in pretty close to the group. I was still going kind of fast, but I felt good. I had told Sydney I was going for around a 2 hour finish. That seemed reasonable for the week after a 50 miler.
Too hot for tops!
I walked through the aid stations. I high five my friends at the “out & backs” and maintained a good attitude in spite of the heat and humidity.
I made a mistake and dunked my shirt in a “dunk bucket.” It was nice for a second, having ice cold water on me. I just didn’t consider what I was supposed to do with my shirt. I wore the shirt for a bit, but after a while it wasn’t really cold anymore. It was just…wet.
At about the 10 mile marker, I started running with the 1:50 pacer. I fell off and came back a few times, struggling to find some sort of rhythm or cadence.
There’s a big silo right outside the road to the finish. They hang a Running with the Cows banner on it, and you can see it from a ways off. I felt like, when I pass the silo I should start booking it into the finish. But the finish line is still, like, 2/10 of a mile…uphill (an incline, after 12.9 miles, is, in fact, an uphill). I saw Sydney cheering me in, so I gutted it, sprinting into a finish of 1:50:29!
Finish line siloPhoto “sprint”
Afterward, I just wanted to find a shady spot, lie down, and die. I was cooked!
Running is F-U-N!Sweat angels!
I got myself together and went inside to eat. This event is famous for the finish line buffet, but I had not been able to experience it until now. It was an impressive spread! Hot dogs, “walking” tacos, sandwiches, 3 or 4 different types of pasta salad, barbecue, a whole table of desserts, the works! I grabbed a couple of things and went to find a shady spot to eat.
The food!
A lot of our friends were there, but Sydney and I had an event that afternoon, so we took off pretty quickly after I ate. Just enough time to grab a few pics.
Jenny from midwest endurance race company, Sydney, and meAdam & me at the finish. We ran the same race?Aaron & me, relaxing in the shade.😎
This race was a lot of fun! It was managed really well! I will do this race again, as I’m sure it will only improve.
I want this blog to be a record of my attempt at the Super Slam of Kansas ultrarunning. The Heartland 100 is right in the middle of that. When Sydney signed up for the Heartland 50 mile/50k spring race, it was a no-brainer. Of course, I’m going running with my sweety through the beautiful Flint Hills!
Pictures really don’t do it justice. It’s breathtaking.
The Heartland 50 mile/50k is an out and back on the first half of the Heartland 100 course. Rolling hills on gravel country roads, surrounded by grazing cattle and horses. Picturesque views of the prairie nearly the entire way.
Sydney was just getting over an ankle sprain from a couple of weeks before. The plan was for her to start and see how her legs hold up. I was pretty confident she could make it. We were making good time until the first manned aid station, Battle Creek, at about 8 miles. Mile 90 photography got some great pictures of us. Everything was laughs and good times. Then, the hills started.
Syd and I are both Argo road marathoners. We’re not punks when it comes to hills. These hills kicked our asses. By the time we got to the unmanned water stop, Sydney was hurting bad. I asked a 50k runner if they had any advil, and he hooked her up with a pretty good painkiller and some salt tablets.
By the time we got to Lapland, Sydney was making a decision. I used the port-o-john, pet a dog, and while I was getting my bottles refilled, I noticed a bunch of pills sitting on the table. The same pills our new friend gave us. He had just left, and I knew he wasn’t going real fast, so I dropped my vest, grabbed his meds, and took off after him. I saw him walking, so I tried shouting, “Wait!” It came out as a weakly “wheat…”😆 but he eventually stopped so I could give him his stuff. He didn’t even realize!
When I returned, Sydney made the decision to call it right there. Her back was spasming, and she couldn’t go on. It was a tough call, but I feel like the correct call. She wanted me to continue on without her.
How tough is it to run away from a pretty girl, a friendly dog, and bacon?
This is where the race got tough. I had a bit of an idea what the course is like from our friend Clint Bond’s YouTube channel, Clint is a Tall Runner. I didn’t realize the hills… They continue rolling. Up. The pastoral views turn into rocky hillsides. I was alone.
Although just a tiny fraction of the course, in the moment this was a hellscape.
I was kind of booking it. This isn’t a weather blog, and I try to keep the weather out of my recaps, but it’s a character here. The turnaround was nine miles away. The cutoff was about 3 hours. The temperature was in the nineties. I don’t mean “oh, 90. Maybe 92.” I mean all the nineties. The wind was blowing at 30mph with gusts up to 50mph. Probably. I mean, I couldn’t measure it. It was hot and really windy.
I got to the 3rd unmanned water station. My bottles didn’t have a big enough opening for ice. The water was hot from sitting in the sun. There was ice in a cooler and a cooler of Gatorade that was really cold, so I made do. The bottle situation will definitely be corrected before any other race.
Other racers are passing by me going the other way, which I took as a good sign. It meant the turnaround was getting close. I had to stop and shake a rock out of my shoe, which made me angry for 3 reasons. 1) I’m wearing gaiters. I’m not supposed to get rocks in my shoes. 2) There’s a rock in my shoe. It’s very annoying! 3) Occasionally, I’d step “just so,” and the rock would push up on a toenail. As I sat on the ground and pulled my leg up to reach my shoe, I ripped the longest, loudest, fart of my life. Talk about relief! I felt like a new person! The rock is out of my shoe, my stomach isn’t upset, I’m going to beat the cut off. It’s a beautiful day!
When I got to the Teterville aid station, the first thing I saw was a very good puppy. I pet the dog, refilled my bottles, and got out of there. I mean, I only just made it. I had to make up some time. I passed a runner before I got back to the unmanned water stop. There was a volunteer restocking it, so I got some real cold water and a headband full of ice. As I ran on, I saw the runner I passed riding with him. Dang it! Last again! 😆 🤣 😂 I didn’t care. I’m just trying to finish.
I wouldn’t have anything to worry about, though. The conditions were taking a toll on the runners. I passed a guy just sitting in the shade. He said he was fine. If I had full water bottles, I may have just sat there, too. But I didn’t. I passed a couple of people who seemed in good shape but were walking. I passed a guy who could barely stand. I ran for a bit with a runner who had stayed at the same hotel as Sydney and I. He seemed like he was doing okay. He told me he had laid down in a creek to cool off!
We got to Lapland, and I didn’t want to go. I knew how far I had to go. My bottles were letting me down, being too small and not able to carry ice. I didn’t have a hat and felt my face getting really burnt. I was wearing a vest, so I couldn’t really take my shirt off. My feet hurt really bad. Especially my toes, but also my heel. I kept stalling. Eventually, they just threw me out. Good volunteers. Great job! Because once I was going I didn’t stop. I’d jog a bit, do the ultra shuffle (thanks, Leigh!) Anything to move forward, a bit to save a minute here, a few seconds there.
At the next unmanned water station, the ice in the cooler had melted quite a bit. I was able to fill a bottle with ice-cold melted ice! It was a real game changer! Also, a couple of volunteers were driving by to replenish, and I got a top-off from them. The volunteers at this event were great! Just amazing!
Somehow, I made it to Battle Creek Aid. I love Battle Creek! I was a volunteer at this aid station in the fall. The other volunteer then, a trail runner named Scott, was also running it now. It’s a big deal to see a familiar face. I was really afraid of becoming a heat casualty. I sat in the shade and drank water, ginger ale, and Gatorade for a while. Scott offered me a beer, and a beer sounded good, but not a beer 9 miles from the end. A “I did it and it’s all over” beer, that’s the beer that sounds good. That beer sounds awesome!
I dragged myself away. Well, the volunteers made it easy. They started talking about ultras and all the races in the region. Bore me to tears. Yawn!
Up I get and out I go to try and finish. I had been doing dnf math for about 30 miles by now: I need to go this far in this amount of time which is a pace of this many minutes per mile but I’m only going this pace so I can’t possibly make it might as well quit.
The race was getting to me. I knew I was getting close. I got to the last unmanned water stop. The ice was completely melted. The water and the Gatorade were pretty warm. I filled my bottles anyway. I still had 5 miles to go. I pushed on. Shuffle, jog, run, walk. 3 miles to go, I start to see trains. There are tracks I need to cross on the way to the finish! I’m really close!
The Battle Creek volunteers pass me on the way back to the finish. I got my bottles topped off by the u-haul that picked up all the aid stations. I was getting frustrated by not getting to the blacktop yet. I marched on, determined to make it. When I finally got to the pavement, I still had about a mile to go. There was a train rolling on the tracks, so I had a bit. There was some shade to enjoy while I waited, also.
As soon as the train went by, I picked my way over the tracks and started jogging in to the finish. Sydney was there, along with everyone else, cheering for me! I ran it in like a champion!
Overall, I feel like the Heartland 50 mile race was a success. I had some struggles. I learned a lot. I am looking forward to doing the 100-mile race here in the fall.
What a morning! What a race! Oh my God, there is so much to blog about! TLDR: there was a half marathon in Topeka, Kansas. I p.r.’d. A lot of friends were there.
Top City is a 5k/half marathon in Topeka, Kansas. Topeka is about an hour away from Kansas City. Just far away enough to be inconvenient.
Sydney didn’t run this race but volunteered to drive and cheer me on. She’s an angel!
The drive took a bit longer than an hour (we don’t pay tolls!) Parking was a breeze, nose in on the street about a block away from the start line. We grabbed my packet, pinned on my number, and caught up with all our friends.
We saw Jason “the year I got the runs” Silvers, Amanda and Will, and Kris, Adam, Myckael, Andrew, Deliece, and Katie. I also met Sydneys cousins, Warren and Barbara, and their son Nick. Nick was running his second half marathon!
The temperature was perfect for running, which is a little cool for just standing there. I jogged around a bit just to warm up a bit. Some other people warming up got a bit competitive. I knew it would be a good race!
I was torn between lining up with Amanda, who was “taking it easy” after her recent foot/heel injury thing, and Adam, who runs exactly like me but faster. I started with Adam. Fast. Too fast. Way too fast!!! It was awesome! I ran the first 2 miles as fast as I ever have before. I felt so great! I knew it wouldn’t last, but it didn’t hurt or anything.
The route went about 2 miles around downtown Topeka, under the capital building, and into the streets and parks of Topeka. The first few batches of volunteers were young people in dress clothes, like missionaries of some sort. I didn’t ask, because, you know…racing…but it was very cool to see them; the fellas in ties and slacks and the women in long dresses.
Around mile 3? Probably? I noticed one of the “direction arrows” was pointing back towards the start. A very rude reminder that this is an out and back course. All those fun, fast downhills will surely bite me on the way back. Oh, well. I decided to worry about that later.
I had finally settled down into a human pace right around the “Rip On” skate park at Shunga Park. I was fine, I was settled. There were spectators handing out treats. I thought it might be beer, but it was pretzels, gummy bears, and apple sauce. No thanks!
The route took us into a neighborhood with nice, pretty houses. I got to pet a dog! When I ran past in my k.c. running shirt the course monitors and spectators would say “go chiefs!” That was fun. I was complimenting a neighborhood guy on how pretty the area was when I saw Myckael running up to the aid station. I shouted “go Myckael!” And then ran away as fast as I could. I guess beating Myckael was a goal I didn’t know I had until just then. Lol.
Leaving the neighborhood I ran into a bunch of runners coming into the neighborhood. I thought, “these can’t be the 5k runners?” As I stuck out my hand for high fives. It was the back end of ghe half marathon! OMG I went out way, way too fast if I’m 5 miles ahead of the pack!
As predicted, the return was a big more difficult than the way out. There were some things I didn’t notice the first time, though. Like the murals illustrating brown vs. the board of education. Topeka is neat!
The last mile brought us straight up towards and under the state capital building. I turned the last corner and saw the finish line. It was a ways away, up a pretty big hill. The farmers market was busy on the left side of the road. I thought about just ducking in there for a while instead of chugging up a hill.
I looked at my watch and saw I was so close to a p.r.! I had to go for it! I was either going to get it or come close, so I gave it everything I had. Sydney was cheering and shouting, “You’re going to p.r., baby! Get that p.r.!”
I did it! My finish time was 1:37:57. A very respectable time! The age groups were split up in ten year increments. I came in 5th in my group. Adam came in 4th. Everyone did awesome! I’m just going to say here, in my own blog, I came in 22nd overall, 20th male, and I was 5th in my age group? We old men are fast a.f.
There was free beer from Iron Rail brewery and BBQ sandwiches from dickie’s for the racers. I had an Irish red. It was delicious!
W.W.R.H.D. 