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2010 Arrowhead Ultramarathon

I know many of my friends have read Andy “The Good Doctor” Lockery’s version of the Arrowhead and I read it myself with eager anticipation. I’m afraid this will be much more mundane account where I actually try to weave a few facts into the story.

In thinking about this year’s race I’ve come to realize that one of the most valuable assets for any of us who participates in these events is a poor or at least a selective memory. In preparing for the race this year I talked about doing a return to International Falls to make 270 miles. I have a future date with Alaska’s Iditabike on my dance card and thought this would be a good prep. My friend Ian Hall who came along as my support crew last year rightly pointed out that I had finished exhausted and with a rather advanced case of edema. The Arrowhead has so many good memories that I’d forgotten those trifling details.

After last year’s event, I resolved to try and lighten my bike, as it weighed 68 pounds, which is a lot to push up the hills since it is more than half my own weight. I also planned to spend more time actually pushing my bike up hills in training. This is hard to do around Winnipeg as it is as flat as a pancake and most of my snow bike riding is on the frozen Assiniboine River.

Time has a way of getting away from us all and I totally failed on the plan to spend time pushing the bike. File that one away for next year’s preparations. As for the lighter bike, I ordered myself a new Fatback Ti frame along with hubs, cranks, and rims. The frame came in 10 days before the race and I was so excited only to find that the BB threads needed to be chased, as we couldn’t thread in the bottom bracket. We had to send the bike to Tennessee and I’m happy to report that it arrived back safe and sound on Monday, Feb 1st about four hours after the start of the race. Another plan deferred till 2011.

I had looked at a number of the rider’s bikes last year and realized that I could lighten and lower the weight on my bike with some of the bags from Eric Parsons at Epic Designs in Alaska. I left it very late but he was terrific and I got a new frame bag, gas tank and he was kind enough to lend me his girlfriend’s handlebar harness. His stuff is wonderful and I’m going to add a Super Twinkie seat bag as well as a pair of his massive Poagies, which have enough carrying capacity to use as luggage for a weekend vacation. Thanks Eric for the above and beyond service.

My old and dear friend Andy Lockery agreed to come to act as my crew for the event. This is a long and challenging task, which involves a liberal amount of sleep deprivation, long periods of solitude and frantic scrambling to help when your rider appears at the checkpoint. For Andy it proved to have several other challenges as well. Andy was the first person to have a snow bike in Winnipeg and he was scouting out the event to see if his son Dan might enjoy it next year. He’s pretty sure he would so I can most assuredly mark myself down for one place lower in the standings.

We arranged to pick Markus Waivered who was flying in from Montreal and running the race. If you think 135 miles is a long bicycle ride, it seems like a sprint compared to someone going the whole way on foot. We picked him up on the Saturday morning, as we wanted to arrive in International Falls a day early. It’s interesting to be waiting at the airport for someone you don’t know and being able to instantly recognize them. My wife talks about me going away to spend time with my own kind and there is a look or an aura around all of us who do this crazy stuff.

We had a great trip down and got there in time to do our gear check, which meant we wouldn’t be dealing with a long line on Sunday. There is a long list of mandatory equipment to enable you to survive if you are forced to stop outside and they are thorough in checking. It was nice to see some familiar faces and catch up with friends from last year’s event or other races.
When we went to check in to our motel, we had a slight glitch, as I didn’t remember where I had booked. There were only two places on the race website and naturally I went to the wrong one. The woman was cool and phoned the Tee Pee Motel and the problem was solved. We were right across the road from the start and the pre race meeting which was very handy.

On Sunday, Andy and I drove down Hwy 53 to the Gateway Store, which was the first checkpoint of the race. I paid the girl for a large bowl of soup for Markus and myself for the following day so we could stop and get some nourishment without looking around for money during the race. We then went back and went for a short ride on the course to check out what would be the appropriate tire pressure. The Endomorph tire is 4 inches wide and you can run as low as 7 or 8 lbs. in soft conditions or over 20 when it is firm. It was quite hard and my tires with high pressure were good.

In the early evening there was a race information meeting and pasta feast and I saw and talked with lots of familiar faces. The people involved with this race as either competitors or volunteers are so wonderfully friendly that they are a joy to be around. The town of International Falls is now embracing the event and the mayor spoke with enthusiasm about the hopes to continue growing the event. It has grown from 11 people the first year, to 59 last year and 114 entrants for 2010.

I spent some time in our room getting my bike loaded and reviewing where everything was should I need it on the trail. The race starts at 7 am so it meant rising early to eat and prepare. I felt ready and organized and slept well which isn’t always the case. I’ve been racing my bicycle for 45 years and I still get nervous like a kid at his or her first race. I actually enjoy that as you have a real sense of being alive.

Everything was ready to go in the morning and I just needed to fill my Camelbak as well as one nalgene bottle, which would be packed away in my frame bag as a spare. They can’t be filled the night before as you need to start with hot water to make sure the water won’t freeze in the five or more hours between checkpoints.

When I went to fill the bladder of my Camelbak, I couldn’t find the lid. I searched everywhere many times and it simply wasn’t there. This was very distressing as I’d worked on a system to insulate the hose and nozzle and where it under my jacket. I only used bottles last year and each stop seemed to take at least three or four minutes. With the camelbak in training it was reduced to about 30 seconds. Since you may stop as many as 30 or 40 times in the race this is a huge advantage.

Now that was out the window and I was scrambling to say the least. I ended up with 2 small bottles in the back pockets of a cycling jersey that I wore under my jacket. Andy and I frantically asked around the start if anyone had an extra Camelbak and came up empty. I’d gone from what I hoped would be a much better water system than last year to a worse one. An old friend Rick Mangen from Grand Forks leant us an extra Nalgene bottle and OR case but with only a few minutes to the start I stuck with the bottles in the jersey pockets.

The race started when one of the races shouted, “let’s go already” at several minutes after 7 and off we went down the trail. The pace was fast as I found myself scooting along at 16 or 17 kms./ hour and seeing the leading group vanish ahead on the trail. I had no illusions of staying with them so that was fine but I was quite in awe of their speed. I noticed I’d lost my front blinking light, which could be a problem at night but a short while later Charlie Tri came along and asked if the light he found on the trail was mine. Much appreciated. After about 15 kms it really starts to spread out and you settle in to the reality of over 20 hours of effort. I took several drinks but it was awkward and decided to drink more at each stop and stop less frequently.

We turned off the Arrowhead trail after 62 kms and went down a side trail at Gateway. As I was heading there, Charlie Farrow was heading out. Charlie is fast and one of the truly fun people I’ve come to know in sports and I’m not just saying that because I made his prestigious top 10 list which just came out on his blog. When I arrived at the Gateway there was a whole crew there all chowing down on soup from one of the four varieties she had ready. I was able to throw my jacket and headwear in the dryer for 15 minutes while I ate.

The exciting news was that Andy had gone all around International Falls and found a no name Camelbak clone. We moved my hose insulation onto this bladder and filled it with hot water and Heed (an electrolyte replacement from Hammer nutrition) and I was on my way with a renewed spirit.  I saw nobody for several hours until Josh Peterson caught up to me while I was taking a short break. He pointed out that the front of my jacket was covered in ice and I quickly realized the new bladder was slowly leaking. I thought of taking it off and emptying the bladder but it was impossible to open my jacket so I was stuck until the checkpoint. I actually found it a blessing when the nozzle froze and I had to start drinking from my spare bottle even though it took much longer.

I was soaking wet when I arrived at Melgeorge’s checkpoint at just after 5 in the afternoon. This is a resort on Elephant Lake and we had a large comfortable cabin. Fortunately, they had a dryer and Andy carefully helped to pull my jacket off without dislocating my fragile shoulder. I had a change of clothes in my checkpoint bag and was able to dry everything before continuing. The ladies at this checkpoint take wonderful care of all of us. Lisa brought me soup and a grilled cheese sandwich and when I said I was still hungry she brought another full order. I also had hot chocolate and many cookies. This seems like a lot but I’d already been out there for 10 hours and I was about to head out for another 12 hours through the night when it would surely get colder.

I obviously had to forego the Camelbak clone and I shuffled stuff around and carried two Nalgene bottles in insulated cases inside my frame bag. This wasn’t very handy but you do what you have to. I left the checkpoint about a half hour after a grouping of five riders including Dennis Grelk  (3rd last year ) and Dave Grey. Dave is a former winner of the Arrowhead and holds the rather unique distinction of being the designer of the Surly Pugsley. Also in the group was Don Gabrielson, who lives in Virginia and works in the high echelons of the Pentagon. He is always cheerful and great to be around.

After the checkpoint you quickly get into a series of hills, many of which were steep enough that you had to walk. This is very hard as it’s difficult and tiring to push these fully loaded bikes. I was reminded about the time I didn’t spend pushing my bike up hills in training. As it gets dark the downhills are also challenging as you tend to be outrunning your lights and having to react with little warning to any ruts.

After about three hours, I caught a group of three ( Don Gabrielson, Chris Plesko (singlspeeder from Colorado) and Jason Novak form Minneapolis. They were planning on reaching a shelter ahead and building a fire and perhaps bivying. I was feeling fine and had no urge to stop so I carried on by myself.

This is a very tough portion of the course and I took 9 hours to do it last year in the new snow.  When I left Melgeorges, I had just over 6 hours to reach the checkpoint in time to avail myself of the adjacent restaurant, which closed at 1 am. I looked good for several hours but upon hitting the really steep hills quickly realized that there would be no indoor checkpoint for me. I backed off a bit partly because my headlamp had stopped working. It seemed to be the wiring as it would work every so often and the light was bright but then it would cut out for the majority of the time. Eventually it failed completely. I still had 2 headlights on the bike but they only shine straight ahead and this caused some grief.

I couldn’t see my computer but felt I must be getting close to the checkpoint. Two of the guys who were watching out for us on snowmobiles went by and told me it was “not too far”. Anything more precise wouldn’t have helped without the use of my computer. I came to a road and didn’t see any signs but did see some stakes that Pierre had mentioned proceeding straight ahead. It turns out that I had missed the corner. Todd Gabrielson  ( Don’s brother AKA Snowmobile Guy ) came along with his sled and told me the bad news. I had gone 3 kms too far and headed back to the Teepee of despair, which was set up on the parking lot of the now closed restaurant. I had my bottle filled with ice cold water, warmed my hands briefly at the fire and there was nothing to do but to carry on. I’d love to see an arrangement whereby the Crescent Bar could be kept open for the two nights of the race. I’m sure all of the participants would pay a little extra in entry so we could all have a chance  for a warm checkpoint.

It’s only 34 kms to the finish and its basically dead flat but I’ve struggled on it both years. I think knowing there is nobody close in front of me or behind means I tend to let my guard down and give in to the fatigue. My feet were getting cold (I’m sure due to low blood sugar) and I took to walking after every 4 kms for about 3 or 400 meters.  I arrived at the finish at 6 : 31 am  after 23 hours  and 28 minutes. I was 11th overall.

I had hoped to be in the top dozen this year ( after coming 4th last year ) as I was aware that there were a lot of fast guys in the race. The three places right in front of me give you an idea of the quality of the field. Charlie Farrow in 8th  was 2nd last year, Dave Grey in 9th is a former Arrowhead champion and Dennis Grelk in 10th was 3rd last year. Tough company for an old guy.
Arrowhead Part II

My plan was to ride the whole way back to International Falls or alternatively to ride back to the Melgeorges checkpoint and then back to the finish. As Ian had pointed out, I had finished last year’s race in rough shape and couldn’t have considered riding very far if at all. I thought I might take it a little easier in the race and save myself for the return journey. In retrospect, I should have realized that I would get going and want to race.

I ended up pushing hard enough that a double the distance ride was not going to realistic. I arrived at 6;30 am and after storing my bike and visiting with the officials for a bit, I hunted down our room and went to bed for 4 hours of sleep. When I awoke I still felt weary but I knew I had to eat and get ready or I would get lazy.

I headed out at about 3 pm. I had hoped to ride back to the Melgeorges checkpoint but ended up changing my plan.  This would have necessitated Andy meeting me there about 1 in the morning. This  proved to be problematic for a couple of reasons. We had no idea where our passenger Markus was or when he would arrive at the finish AND the Good Doctor felt like he was coming down with something. I decided to head out for a 10-hour ride, which would be about the same as a ride to Melgeorges. In that way, Andy could sleep and be there if Markus arrived.

I had rested for about 8 hours, which is obviously longer than I could afford to at a race like Iditabike, but on the other hand, I expect to go at a more moderate pace in Alaska.  I was pleasantly surprised with how good my legs felt and I headed back on the course for 44 kms. I then turned and rode back to the last checkpoint where I could enjoy the hospitality of the Crescent Bar and Grill. There were three bikes outside when I arrived and I saw the guys over in the corner dozing.  I ordered a pasta dinner at the bar and resisted the urge to have a beer.

The three riders arose and readied themselves to head on their way. We chatted briefly and I wished them well. I said I’d be coming behind them and they assured me that they weren’t going to be setting any speed records. While I was eating, Richard and Laurie Woodbury arrived on their bikes. I’ve met them before at the Trans Rockies as well as at Telemark Lodge and we had a visit before I headed out. They had obviously paced themselves well and were looking very comfortable.

I headed out for my final 34 km ride and what I thought would get me to 200 miles. I’d hoped for 270 miles but this was more realistic. This short ride turned out to be one of the highlights of my trip. After about 8 kms I caught up to the three riders who had left in front of me. I decided to ride the rest of the way with them and help and encourage them in any way I could.
We introduced ourselves as we cruised along. They were Phil Jemielita of Minneapolis (originally from Vancouver) and Chris Finch and John Kurth  both from Duluth.  When I joined them, they had been going for over 37 hours and were all tired. I admired their will and determination and the coping skills they brought into play to make up for their waning strength. They supported and helped each other and it was inspiring to be able to share it with them. I know we talked at the opening meeting about all of the competitors being heroes but my ride with them really brought this home for me. Thanks guys. I hope I was of some help to you but I truly got far more than I gave.

We arrived at 12:30 am so I had put in an additional 9 ½ hours. I said my goodbyes to my riding partners and headed to my room for what I thought was a well-deserved night of sleep

Morning came and our friend Markus arrived after 50 hours and 40 minutes on the trail. He was 6th runner and already planning how to improve for next year. We went to the buffet breakfast and I’m certain that they lost money on me, as I seemed to have the proverbial hollow leg.  We headed for Winnipeg and many of his friends and for sure his wife Val will be surprised to learn that Andy drove the whole way. He swore me to secrecy but I can’t resist.

Andy wrote a wonderful and funny article about the race that I’m sure all of you know is a gigantic exaggeration but it was very kind to me. I want to tell you that Andy was a tremendous and it was great to spend time with one of my dearest friends.

The Arrowhead is one of the highlights of my year. I love the competition but I think the friendships camaraderie are even more important. Each year it’s great to see guys like Charlie Farrow, Dave Simmons, Chuck Lindner, Josh Peterson, Dave and Gerry Gray,  Lance Andre, Dennis Grelk and the amazing Dave Prammon (good luck in Alaska Dave ) . Thanks to Pierre and Cheryl and all  of the volunteers that make this amazing event possible. I’m already excited about next year.

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TRAVELING WITH AN ICON      PART 3

The Arrowhead 135 really becomes challenging after the riders  leave the halfway check point, both psychologically and physically. It  is here that a spectator, such as myself , also begins to realise that  becoming an ICON in a sport does not depend solely upon physical talent  alone.  Anyone can see from Lindsay’s resume as an athlete that he is  very special. I think you all know that he was an Olympian in 1972,  a  Canadian champion in speed skating and in cycling, both on the road and  on the mountain bike, and has a most impressive record as a XC skier and  adventure racer. In the latter two sports, which he took up late in life  , his results in the International Ski Loppet series are remarkable, his  3 day ski race across portions of the Greenland ice cap was incredible,  and his leadership of his team in the 5 day Quebec Ukutak adventure race  resulted in a podium position behind the world class team from Finland,  in weather conditions that were truly horrendous [ -77C windchill   -36C  actual ]

Other qualities are just as important, especially if you look at the  psychological side of successful sporting ICON”S achievements.  If you  analyse Lindsay’s first attempt at the Arrowhead 135 in 2009 you begin  to see a pattern emerging. The 2009 event was particularly tough as  there was a combination of very cold temperatures and about 5 inches of  fresh snow. This made the race roughly 4 to 6 hours slower than this  years. Lindsay is well aware that the colder and tougher the race ,the  better he does !  However , equipment is very important…… Last year  Lindsay’s Pugsley and the safety equipment, food, and water he was  carrying, totalled 70 lbs.   This year he had spent considerable time  and money to reduce the weight of both the bike and  the equipment . He  also realised, by experimentation , that an insulated camelbak, both  hose and pack , would allow him to stop for water and only lose about 30  seconds a stop, or about 30 minutes for the whole race. Last year he had  to carry insulated water bottles in his packs and each stop of about 50  stops in total cost him about 3 minutes , or about 2.5 hours over the  duration of the race.  At this point one begins to see why, when he  discovered that his carefully insulated camelbak bladder lid was still  in Winnipeg, he left the start of the race in a “right snit”. His mood  was again decidedly sour when the replacement water pack encased his  reproductive organs in an evergrowing ice pack, instead of providing  hydration.

It is only when you add to this ignominy the fact that he spent  nearly $2000 on a titanium frame from Alaskan company Fastback,  purchased very light wheels and hubs , a light bottom bracket and crank  set, extra light inner tubes, and ordered special frame fit carrying  bags from Epic, all for a grand total of $4000, only to find, when these  parts arrived, that the titanium bottom bracket threads were faulty on  the new frame. Lindsay had already paid for special overnight shipping  of the parts and despite doing the same when the frame was returned to  the manufacturer it didn’t return to Winnipeg in time for the race.   In  summary he had spent $4000 and could only use the $10 light  weight  inner tubes, and still had to stop and drink out of water bottles. He  was able to use the light frame bags and so had a bike plus equipment  about 10lbs lighter than the previous year.

The sole purpose of including the above information is to  demonstrate very clearly, to anyone reading this, that an Iconic athlete  has to have the mental ability to perform at their best no matter what  setbacks occur prior to an event or in the event itself.

Returning to the race the next I heard of Lindsay ,after he had  departed the halfway checkpoint, was that he rode right past the 3rd  checkpoint as his helmet light had failed and he missed the turn off the  trail.[ reminder to self ..tell him to buy only lithium batteries for  cold weather events] Luckily for our diminutive hero the snowmobile  patrol had seen him just before the check point and called in to give  the officials a heads up. When Lindsay didn’t show  ,the snowmobiler  went on up the trail and found him almost 3 kilometers past the check.  Our hero had no choice but to turn around and head back to the  checkpoint, thus adding another 5or 6 kms to his ride. Its bad enough  when this happens to you when you are in daylight, but when it happens  after  2am in the early hours of the morning after you have ridden over  115 miles of a 135 mile race and are starting to look like road kill,  feel like road kill, and smell like road kill , even ICONS can be a tad  tetchy !

The last 20 miles of the race from the final check point to the  finishing line are relatively flat and Lindsay completed the race  without further incident, having ridden most of the race entirely on his  own. For more”in race” detail you will have to wait for the Icon himself  to relate his version of the race.

This story doesn’t quite end with the completion of the race , as  our Iconic hero, the ever happy hobbit, or Sea Level as his friend  Murray Crundwell used to call him, had been telling anyone who would  listen, that he intended to have a brief rest at the finish and then get  back on his bike and ride back to International Falls, entirely  unsupported .  He later decided to ride back to the halfway check point  ,then turn around and ride back to the finish for a second time. This  latter idea made better sense as the runners would still be on the  course ,together with the snowmobile and first aid patrol. Privately I  believed this was unlikely to happen as I knew Lindsay well enough that  I was sure he would at some point let his race instincts take over and  hammer as hard as he could . From the halfway point on his time checks  suggest that  indeed he did .

Much to my surprise, after 3.5 hours of resting on the bed he  “rose from the dead ” girded up his loins , and headed purposefully for  the two other loves of his life after Lynne and racing, the toilet and  food. Two sudoku’s later he emerged from the toilet and made a bee-line  for the restaurant{ Note to self Book a room with 2 toilets when sharing  with Lindsay] This restaurant would now be out of business if it had had  an “all you can eat” menu.

So, one hour later , suitably empty at one end and suitably full at  the other, he headed back out onto the trail for a further 10 hours of  riding !

Happenings on this solo endeavour also add to the reasons why some  top athletes are merely top athletes , whilst others move onwards and  upward to ICONIC stature. On his way back he passed many other cyclists  and the top runners ,encouraging them with a few well chosen words,  whilst quietly and modestly, as is his way, letting them know that he  was just putting in a few extra miles to make up for the travelling days  to the race and back, as well as getting a better feel of what it will  be like when he tackles the Iditabike in 2012. [ 350 miles rather than  the arrowhead's 135 miles]  Obviously this quiet encouragement had  worked as I overheard a rider , Phil, I think his name was, telling his  wife what a wonderful person Lindsay was, and what an honour it had been  to ride with Lindsay for a short while.

I have to admit, all be it somewhat reluctantly, that Phil was  right , Lindsay treated his factotum , dogsbody, batman, or whatever ,  with just the same quiet respect and made that misfit feel pretty good  too. In fact I think that it is this characteristic that is required to  reach Iconic stature.

Lindsay is by no means the only Icon in the race, Dave Pramann  the  course record holder, and Charlie Farrow,  absolutely the most handsome  guy in the race, according to a poll conducted by the checkpoint  volounteers[ please forgive the spelling of the names]  are two other  cyclists who are clearly Icons in both this event and amongst the ultra  cycling fraternity.

Well so ends this brief description of a 24 hour period in the life  of one Lindsay Gauld ! A guy who shows up at a very tough ultra distance  cycling event held in the “Icebox of the Nation” at the tender age of 61  going on 83, old enough to be the father of 70% of the racers,  grandfather of 10% , and demonstrably capable of beating  90% of the field.

Andy