Skagit Flats Marathon

 

I did a smoky hot Skagit Flats Marathon today. I am now on the couch, happy to have done it, and pretty achy after running a half last Sunday too.

The Skagit Flats Marathon, Half, and Five Miler are sponsored by the Skagit Runners, and supported by the local cross-country teams of Skagit County. This is the 45th year. Many many thanks to these volunteers who go out every year and put on a terrific event. Their smiles and good cheer made my day, through a tough effort in the smoke. This is my running club--glad to be a member of a running club. Some years I volunteer--last year I was at the 13 mile turnaround--but I've really wanted to do the full marathon, which now is on a different course than in years past. Glad I did it.

I mentioned the smoke twice already here. We've had a pretty good summer, smoke wise, as compared to recent years, but the fires took off this weekend due to tinder conditions and a strong breeze. They closed Highway 2, because it was really bad out that way. Skagit was pretty dark yesterday, but a bit better today. We even had a bit of rain this morning, but the smoke persisted, and this guy felt it quite a bit, especially in the second half of the run, when the heat turned up a bit too. 70s to low 80s today.

I love the flats. As I've written here, I've taken to running around the flats quite a bit in the past couple years, passing farm field after farm field -- corn stalks, potato fields, pumpkin fields, berries. Workers showing up early on a Sunday morning--farming is business that requires dedicated attention, 7 days a week. Which reminds me--my tomatoes could use water.

The first half went ok, and the second half not so much, but I kept a trot most of the time. Hard to know when the smoke was really taking me out, but I'm sure it was. The news says the conditions were the worst in the world in Seattle, and I don't think it was that bad here, but I probably should've ran the half or taken a pass. Running in smoke is now smart, so dumb me won out over smart me this morning.

And I'm glad, nonetheless. The couch is good now, and I'm catching up on football, after the 8 minute drive back home from the start line. 

Remembering 9/11, this day.

Rock and Roll Washington Half Marathon

 

A Labor Day weekend down south, visiting family and running the Rock and Roll Washington Half Marathon.

I've ran many Rock and Roll races at this point, and for me the biggest difficulty is getting down the day or two before the race to pick up my number for the race. I get roped in usually by an email solicitation or perhaps a great registration rate from the year before, but then realize it will take two trips to the Seattle area to complete the mission. 

This year, the Huskies were playing the night before the race, 7:30 start time, so I went with family to the game. So nice to go to the game in shorts. The band and all the good vibes of a season opener were there. The Huskies took care of business, which is not something anyone takes for granted these days, but they were 21 point favorites against Kent State. New coach, new era, hoping good things.

I think I got 4 hours sleep, maybe, on a couch, before leaving at 5 AM or so for the 6:30 race start in Bellevue. I was interested in running this race in large part because I liked the course, which would show me roads I haven't been on in decades. I lived and worked in Bellevue at different times in the later 1980s, and so have memories of many streets, restaurants, grocery stores, etc. Of course, much will have changed, and it has, but many of the streets and buildings are still the same.

The course started down by Bellevue Square, and did a big square, heading north, east, south, west, and back north again. Basically, out towards 520, up Bel-Red towards 156th- Crossroads, south towards Lake Hills, and then back downtown, if any of that makes sense. The course was pretty hilly for a half marathon, especially heading east. I liked it, but if I was seeking a personal record, I'd pick a different course.

Weather was good--pretty sunny, but it was early, and so not truly a factor. 8000 runners, so crowded at times. The finishing stretch was a bit too crowded when they got it down to one lane with intermittent traffic coming towards runners. Not enough gels on the course, for the entry fee. Great water stations, great volunteers, and the music is always fun.

This was a training run for me, pretty much, with aid station support. I finished in 2:22 at an easy pace. Feel fine today, which was the goal, especially with the short night of sleep. I only saw one person I knew, which shows how things have changed. Afterwards, celebrated a birthday at a breakfast brunch, and then we made our way back north.

Desolation Peak Lookout

Desolation Peak has long been on my list of to do's, and in an effort to get "something done" this summer, I went up there last weekend with Mike. We took the short route, reserving a ride out and a ride back on the Ross Lake Resort Water Taxi. It made for a long day, and the climb was tough, but I'm still smiling about the whole thing, a week later.

Mike met at our place in Mount Vernon at 5:30 AM, and we had an 8:00 AM pickup reserved at Ross Lake. It was a little close, time wise.  The drive to the Mile Marker 134 lot is about 1.5 hours from the home. Then there's a mile hike down to the lake.  We stopped in Marblemount and were at the parking lot around 7:35. Then, without thinking or reading the sign, I led us down to the dam, when in fact we were supposed to be at a dock area on the lake. It all worked out, but I thought I messed the day up there, as we were jogging back to correct the error.

The boat is $150 each way, which would've been stiff, but we got to share the boat with three other hikers, knocking our cost down. The trailhead is far up Ross Lake, near the Canadian border, and so we had a terrific boat ride through the north Cascades, noting all the people camping on shore and islands, some on multi-day canoe journeys.

Desolation Peak is a somewhat renowned peak, as it was home to the beat author Jack Kerouac for.a summer or two in the 50s. He wrote a book called Dharma Bums, which discusses the lookout life, Ross Lake, and the Skagit Valley at great length. His peer Gary Snyder stayed at the lookout to the south, on Sourdough Mountain, a favorite hike of mine, and one which is easier to get to.  I say "easier", only in reference to the trailhead. The hike up Sourdough is a tough one.

As is Desolation Peak, too, I found. The first 2.5 miles or so are under shade, but after that, the exposure to sun is strong. I brought plenty of water, as the guidance said, and we refilled up at the last crick, about 2.25 miles in.  Others were really struggling with the heat and climb. It was probably an 80-85 degree day. 

Above the treelike, the views really open up, particularly with southern views down the lake towards Jack Mountain and its unmistakable glacier (Noha...). A few boats on the lake looked like vehicles viewed from a plane.

It took us about 3 hours to make the 4.8 mile hike to the top.  Near the top, the 360 degree views open up, with the Pasayten to the east, Mount Baker to the west, Ross looking south, and the Canadian range to the north, and most notably, Hozomeen Mountain. Hozomeen Mountain is the four pointed peak in the pics below--it is a spectacular mountain sight. 

The lookout was open, and Jim, the caretaker was there. He has been living in fire lookouts for some 30 years, I think, and has been at this one for several years. The Seattle Times ran a story on him a few weeks back, and there is a video featuring him about the lookout life. I felt a bit honored to meet him, because of the special life he leads.

The hike down was easier than going up, but boy, I was not that flexible and I was guarding my footsteps, so as not to roll ankles. I think I need do more of this mountain hiking and work on my agility. Use it or lose it, I guess.

My pics don't do the views justice, but they give an idea of things. I should've cleaned the lens a bit, and maybe worked a few filters. Gone are the days of 12/24/36 shot rolls. 

A great day with Mike, and so glad to have finally got up on top of Desolation Peak. As a North Cascades guy, its something I feel I should've done a long time ago, but nice to know there's always a new trail to go explore around here. Maybe next time I'll do the backpack version, which is about 50 miles. Camping on the lake would be good stuff.

 

Great Sedro-Woolley Footrace - 2 Mile

 

For the record...we went and walked the two mile out and back at the Great Sedro-Woolley Footrace on the Fourth of July. Lots of people in red, white and blue, as per the usual. Course along the parade course. I usually do the 5.17 mile route, but walked this one with Deb. Good weather, and hellos to a number of folks from the running club and community. Hope soon thereafter for a day at home.

Circumpolar Race Around The World

 Here's my silver buckle from my Circumpolar Race Around the World effort. Along with 9 other runners from around the world, we did a virtual relay of 30,000 miles or so over the course of 16 months, I think.

This was a wonderful distraction during the pandemic, giving me duty and excuse to explore the rural roads of Skagit County on a regular basis. Our team consisted of 4 Americans, 4 Canadians, and 2 Europeans. We kept in contact, and still do, via a private social media group. We encourage each other. Hopefully someday we'll meet--I think a few have.

We also received medals for each of 12 sections we completed, and a large wood board with a map of the world, for inserting the medals on to.  The board is tucked away, but I found a couple photos of regional medals.

This imaginary team run was one of the cooler things I've done in all my running years. It might not work for everyone, but it worked for me. The team motivation helped me get out there for a few extra miles on days I might not otherwise, and the steady miles helped me to explore new places near to home. I'll always associate the pandemic with this little 16+ month event. 

And, we now have six bonus regions we're working our way through. Right now, we headed through Northern Africa, with Europe ahead. This should keep us entertained for another six months or so.

Couer d'Alene Marathon DNF

 A quick post to memorialize my DNF in C'ouer d'Alene over the weekend.  

It was a good, fast Memorial Day weekend. The drive over to Spokane is a good 6 hours. I listened to some new Dead shows. The goal was to visit some very good friends, see Bob Dylan in Spokane, and then get up early and shuffle through the CDA marathon. Two out of three ain't bad, said Meatloaf.

As to the friends, one of my oldest running friends and I got together for the first time since the pandemic, along with his wonderful family. He got our numbers while I drove over, thank you. 

Bob Dylan is 81 years old. Mount Rushmore isn't much older, in current state at least. I'm probably a bigger fan than most, and can cite numerous songs. Nobody ever asks me to, for the common good. The concert was short, the room full, and the whole thing was kind of funny, since barely anyone knew any of the songs he was singing, and even if they did, it was sometimes hard to understand. And as I write, two weeks later, I'm still smiling about the whole thing, and there are five or six Dylan discs (still have a CD player) in the car. His Rough and Rowdy Ways cd is remarkably getting rave reviews--best release in 30 years type stuff. It isn't Katy Perry.

The short set was good in one respect--we had to get up early.

We zipped across the state line. I knew I had a stomach ailment of some sort, and it was likely to be a struggle. It was a great day for running, or walking, as the moment required. The course goes out 8 miles or so, and then returns past the start line. I decided the final 10 miles and a medal weren't in my interest. While ordinarily the distance would've been fine, even on a bad day, this was the right call for this day. Glad to have put a half marathon distance up on the board, and hope I can return soon.

My friend B did great. So impressed with his effort.  

The drive back was long, and a bit longer even, having discovered Moses Lake is a good stop over for Mexican food, and the cherries are tasty in Thorp.

Chuckanut 50k DNF

Just a brief post here, to report an abbreviated attempt at the Chuckanut 50k last Saturday.  This was pretty close to a planned DNF, although I left the door open for feeling good and going on. My ankle was still hurting from rolling it a few weeks back, and then something really disagreeable happened in or around my hip about a week before, when out on a lunch run. If I had to guess, I think it was some sort of hip flexor sprain, which might have been less likely if I did more or some core work, as the case may be. I've been slipping a little bit in my running these past couple months, due to weather, other commitments, and on some days, age.  

Anyway, I went ahead and toed the line, going with the early start with maybe 50 other early risers. It was a monsoon driving up to Bellingham, and I got soaked walking to the start line. Even with gloves and an OR sombrero, I felt like a wet cat. I started out on a jog up the Interurban, but my legs weren't into it.  Blah, they felt blah. So I walked some. And then some more. Jogged a bit. and then walked some more. And this was the flats.

At Aid Station 1, I saw Dean, Monica and others, and I started speculating about pulling out. Someone suggested I keep going, at least to Aid Station 2, and since the rain had stopped, that sounded good. I walked, mostly, and stood to the side as the head of the pack and then the front vanguard of the herd passed me. That was kind of cool, to watch the really fast folks zip up the Fragrance lake trail, working, but not bent. 

More people passed me on Two Dollar Bill ridge. I recognized a few more faces, although most were new to me. I was ok in spirit; just non-cooperative legs. I walked the final hill there out with my friend Sean from DC, who had caught up, and called it a day.

Then I walked back to the start--another five or so miles.

It might've been my last Chuckanut. I'll see. I get motivated to sign up in December, but then the winter months suck my training away. The ability to run up the hill, and the desire, are not quite what they once were. I find I'm more content to find quiet, flat trails and roads, where my ankle is less likely to roll. I'm still good with distance though--I like being out for a while.

Thanks to Krissy, Kevin, and all the other volunteers for making this a top notch backyard event for me and everyone else.