We flew into Jackson, Wyoming on Thursday, arriving in the early afternoon. After a quick stop for a couple of Billy?s Big Burgers, we headed off to the Grand Targhee Resort, the base camp for the Grand Teton Races.
I had been checking the weather reports for the two weeks prior to race day, and it looked as if the temps would be highs in the mid-80s with lows in the low-40s. It would end up being worse. I had also had extensive back and forth e-mails with Merigayle in the months, weeks and days preceding the race ? we seemed ready to go.
If you read Merigayle?s and Sherpa John?s reports, you can learn a bit more about the course. For a New Yorker living at about sea level, one of the biggest challenges was adjusting to the high altitude in just 2 short days. The altitude, as wells as the unbelievable hill climbing that you don?t normally see in New York, would certainly take its toll.
Before I break into a quick loop by loop analysis, let me first say that this race was spectacular. The RDs and volunteers were absolutely amazing. Not once did I pull into an aid station without being greeted with a ?what can I get for you?. Also, the camaraderie amongst runners (especially our Cool Running brethren) was stunning ? a shining example of why I love the sport of ultra-running so much.
Lap #1
Section A of each Lap takes us straight up Fred?s Mountain, a 2.8 mile climb of nearly 2,000 feet. I power-walked most of the way with my good friend Ira (zrunner) and Merigayle. I had spent some time pre-race with Sherpa John?he was really moving up the mountain. We made it to the top in good form, and headed back down?no problems so far.
Section B (Mill Creek ? **** on Earth as Sherpa John would call it) of each Lap is a 14.4 mile loop that includes 3.3 miles of road climbing. Again, all was good?no issues?good form.
Section C of each Lap is the final 5.0 mile loop into Fred?s Basin. Short and sweet again with no problems. By this time, most of the field had spread out, but, since some of the course has two-way traffic, I would see a lot of folks here and there, including Merigayle and Sherpa John. Also, by this time the 50-milers were well under way, and I had run into Bob Gentile, an amazing person who was running his first race?yes, his first race period?.a 50-miler (albeit in what appeared to be basketball shorts ? he took a good ribbing from Lisa Batchen for his standard running attire).
I was able to complete the first Lap in 6:09:00, which was well within my goal of a 28 hour finish. Little did I know what was in store for me ahead.
Lap #2
The second time around was far more challenging then the first. My times on each section slowed dramatically, and thoughts of not being able to finish filled my head. Every now and then I would pass some familiar faces, all of which offered words of encouragement. If not for Ira pulling me through, I may not have made it up the mountain. After finishing off Fred?s mountain in 2:08:00 (a good 40 minutes slower then the first time around), the Mill Creek Section was brutal. I struggled through, losing my breath many times along the way. It took nearly 4:45:00 to get through, and when I reached the base aid station, my first thought was to quit. But, thanks to a little Tylenol arthritis from the aid station crew, I was able to re-group and catch what appeared to be my 3rd or 4th wind, and took the Fred?s Basin section with some confidence, finishing with a sense of renewal.
However, my friend and training partner Ira (zrunner) began to experience severe foot pain, and the plan was that he would get his feet attended to at the base aid station, when we hit the 50-mile mark.
Lap #2 was complete?in 8:32:00, putting me over the 14 hour mark for the first 50 miles.
Lap #3
At the base aid station Ira learned the worse. His feet were a mess. Blisters had to be lanced, shots to numb the pain had to be given?it looked pretty bad. The aid station crew told me I should head on out, but Ira and I had worked together to get to this point (for both of us, our first 100-miler), and there was no way I was leaving anyone behind. 31 minutes later, we were on our way back up Fred?s Mountain.
But, this time up the mountain it was my turn to play the role of encouragement. Ira?s feet were killing him. He got a nose bleed half-way up the mountain. Gels and electrolyte pills were falling on the floor. It was a tough hike up, and a slow climb down (it was very hard on the down-hill portion of the mountain due to several steep declines). 3 hours later I was happy to see the base aid station.
The Mill Creek section the third time around was even more difficult then the first two times (as expected). Just before getting to the road portion, Ira?s feet were getting the best of him, so much so that every movement for him was painful. We were able to make the slow climb up the road to the next aid station, but at that point (2:45 AM) Ira had made the decision to drop from the race. This was devastating for me?my good friend had finally had enough. At first I decided that I would not finish this race without him, as I had come here to finish and experience the event with him. However, he would hear none of it, telling me that he?d never speak to me again if I stopped.
Which brings me to an embarrassing phobia that I have?.I hate the dark?fear it?can?t stand it. I never liked the thought that I might be running in the pitch black forest where bears, and mountain lions, and monsters and killers might be lurking. So, there was only one thing to do?.
My wife has recently entered the running realm (sticking to half-marathons and shorter). The plan was for her to run the 14.4 mile section of the last loop. I told Ira that the only way I would stay on course is if he called his wife and had her wake up mine to come and keep me company until it got light. Sure enough, 15 minutes later or so, there way my wife, ready to go.
With the help of my wife, I tackled my fear of the dark and we made it to daylight (she would end up going about 15.5 miles with me ? a true trooper, without whom I would not have been able to accomplish this.
We made it through the rest of the Mill Creek section and the Fred?s Basin section, completing lap three. Many times through the night I spoke of quitting, only to have my wife tell me that there was no way I was going home without a buckle.
Lap #3 was finally complete, taking over 10 hours, making me wonder if I would make the cut-off of 36 hours.
Lap #4
I had expected my wife to stop after going through the night. To my surprise, she told me she would do whatever it took to get me through, and so, off we went to climb Fred?s Mountain (the 4th time for me, and thankfully, the last). The climb up was impossible. I had to stop several times to catch my breath, shaking my head in disbelief, thinking every time that this stop would be the last.
At the top of Fred?s Mountain I saw no volunteers. Had I missed the cut-off ? Couldn?t be. Then, out of the porta-john came Augie?one of the best volunteers I have ever seen. Earlier in the race he was yelling words of encouragement to everyone, with amazing energy?we had bets as to whether he would have that same energy after 24 plus hours of volunteer work. He came bounding to the aid station, yelling ?hey, New York boy??.unreal?.he asked how I was and I said ?still hanging in?. He asked about Ira, and I informed him of the bad news. Check-in and check-out, down the mountain we went. Half way down I got my 9th wind?.things started to feel a bit better, and I started to run, and run fast (for me at this stage at least). All of a sudden I see I?m running at about a 10 minute per mile pace, with my wife right beside me?.and I?m feeling great.
We get down the mountain, finishing that portion in 2:23, not bad considering it took 3 hours the last time. When I arrive at the base aid station, I?m pumped. I tell my wife, look, are you ready to run?I have something here, we can nail the last 20 miles. She gives me a look?I?ve seen it before?like when I?ve left the toilet seat up, or something like that. She tells me that she doesn?t think she can run the last 20 miles.
All of a sudden a voice from the left side of my head appears?..?anyone need a pacer ???.it turns out to be Trail Goad, my true savior of the day. I?m like, yeah, I?ll take you, lets go ! I also learn that Ira has amazingly rested up and is back on the course where he dropped. The RDs told him he could go back to his room, rest up, and see how things went. They wouldn?t pull him just yet. Now I?m psyched ! My friend is back, my sprits are high, and I have Trail Goat, who the night before paced the winner Andy Jones-Wilkins for 30-miles.
Off we go, onto the Mill Creek section for the last time. This is where I really learned the benefits of having a pacer, and got my first real understanding of how important staying hydrated and meeting caloric needs really is. Trail Goat was full of info, talking to me the entire time about his night with Andy Jones-Wilkins. It would be funny later to talk with Andy about his race and have him start to tell stories of his night with Trail Goat, only to have me stop him and say, yeah, I know that already.
We blasted through Mill Creek in 4:14, my second best time for this section, running the down-hills as hard as I could, and power-walking at a steady pace. During this time I passed about 5 or 6 runners, trying to give back to them what they gave to me earlier ? encouragement. We also ran into Ira?he was back, pain killers and all. He said he?d give it a go and see how he did?I had no doubt he would finish the 100 miles, no matter how long it took him.
Trail Goat had me moving?feeling great. At the top of the road I saw Merigayle at the aid station. I was so happy to see her. She was doing well and was with her husband. She is really an amazing person and an incredible runner. I was hoping we could stay with Merigayle for a while, but Trail Goat would hear none of it.
As we moved the rest of the way through Mill Creek, I took a nasty spill. Trail Goat came back and asked if I was hurt or if anything was broken?.saying no, he told me to get up and run?.and on we went.
The plan had been to run with Trail Goat for the 14.4 miles, then re-pick up my wife and try to enjoy the last 5 miles, to reflect on what I was about to accomplish. At some point after my fall, I began to think that with Trail Goat, I could finish this thing strong. So, we decided that he would continue to pace me for the last 5 miles, and my wife would be able to take pictures of my finish. I had also developed a bit of knee pain, but only if I stopped. When I would re-start running or walking, the pain would come. So the decision was made (by Trail Goat, of course) that I would not be stopping anymore.
Mr. Goat took my water bottle, asked me what I needed as far as gels, and we decided that I would blow by the last manned aid station?check-in and check-out. He would deal with telling the wife that her services were no longer needed. The only thing I remember hearing as I blew by my wife were the words ?thank God?. She would later tell me that she was so happy that she didn?t have to go back out in the 90+ degree heat?.oh, did I forget to mention that the daytime temps reached the 90s?.OUCH ! As I ran through the base aid station I yelled ?26 in, 26 out?, and all I could here was Lisa (who is my coach) yelling for me to go get it. It was an amazing moment for me.
The final run of Rick?s Basin was fantastic. Trail Goat had told me before we started this section that he had a goal for me from when he started to pace me of a 33:30:00 finish. I would do him proud (although I saw I had time in the bank and tried to get some extra walks out of it ? again, he would hear none of it). I could see Merigayle while in the basin, moving along with her husband. We tried to wave to her ? I think she saw us.
Then, the finish line?what amazing joy I felt to finally be done. I?d never experienced this before, and was so thrilled to make it. I was also happy that I had made it in time for the BBQ and post-race massage, both of which I opted out of. Seeing my wife, and my coach Lisa, and all the other volunteers and friendly faces was great. Without them, this event would not be what it is, for me and everyone else.
So, 33 hours 19 minutes and 36 seconds after starting this trek, I was done. I was shocked to see that I completed the last 25 miles in under 7 hours, my second best 25-mile loop.
Conclusion
So, after all is said and done, I?m a 100-miler. I sat in a chair for a while, talking it up with Andy Jones-Wilkins for a while, waiting for Ira to come through to do his last 5 miles. I wanted to wait to see Merigayle, Jackie, Eric, Leigh, and George finish?all folks that I had an opportunity to chat with while on the course. Sherpa John and Bob Gentile showed up and gave their congratulations?it was good to see those guys too. I talked a lot with Lisa and Jay Batchen, two people who really got me through this. The RDs really put on a great show?this is an event that you must experience at some point?.you won?t regret it.
I took a quick shower and tried to scrub the gunk off of me. A few blisters hurt, but I?ll get over them. Then, I went back out to support Ira, hoping he?d finish by the 36-hour cut-off. He wouldn?t make the cut-off, but getting your butt back out there when you think you are left for dead, after thinking your feet can?t carry you any farther, is an amazing thing. I give him more credit then I deserve for pulling it all together and finishing. A truly amazing story.
Dinner Sunday night with Ira and his wife was fun. 42 hours after waking up for the race, I was surprised I had energy for a few drinks. Sherpa John joined us, as did Lisa and Jay and their daughter. Colleen (another amazing person who I met often during the race and pre-race activities) joined us as well. I had to treat Trail Goat to dinner and drinks. His buddy who paced Ira through the last 20 plus miles (after running the 50 the day before) joined us as well.
I wonder now and then why I chose such a difficult 100-miler for my first. But, when I think about the amazing experience, the people I met, the extraordinary RDs and volunteers at the event, I know now that I wouldn?t have done anything different in picking a first 100-miler.
I have to thank, of course, Trail Goat, for really pushing my limits and getting me through. I also have to thank Merigayle, Bob Gentile (thanks Bob for the fun company back to Jackson on Monday), and Sherpa John ? you all are really great people, and I hope to see you guys again soon (likely at JFK).
I also have to thank Ira and his wife. His wife for the tremendous support she gave in staying up all night to root us on. And, of course, to Ira, my best buddy, my confidant, my running partner, and a truly, truly amazing soul. I would not have accomplished this without him.
And finally, my loving wife ? to get up at 3 AM to help me through the night is just amazing. As a husband, I can honestly say I didn?t deserve that much support?.I guess I?ll have to start working on putting the toilet seat down.
All that said??.see you next year at the Grand Tetons 100-Mile
I had been checking the weather reports for the two weeks prior to race day, and it looked as if the temps would be highs in the mid-80s with lows in the low-40s. It would end up being worse. I had also had extensive back and forth e-mails with Merigayle in the months, weeks and days preceding the race ? we seemed ready to go.
If you read Merigayle?s and Sherpa John?s reports, you can learn a bit more about the course. For a New Yorker living at about sea level, one of the biggest challenges was adjusting to the high altitude in just 2 short days. The altitude, as wells as the unbelievable hill climbing that you don?t normally see in New York, would certainly take its toll.
Before I break into a quick loop by loop analysis, let me first say that this race was spectacular. The RDs and volunteers were absolutely amazing. Not once did I pull into an aid station without being greeted with a ?what can I get for you?. Also, the camaraderie amongst runners (especially our Cool Running brethren) was stunning ? a shining example of why I love the sport of ultra-running so much.
Lap #1
Section A of each Lap takes us straight up Fred?s Mountain, a 2.8 mile climb of nearly 2,000 feet. I power-walked most of the way with my good friend Ira (zrunner) and Merigayle. I had spent some time pre-race with Sherpa John?he was really moving up the mountain. We made it to the top in good form, and headed back down?no problems so far.
Section B (Mill Creek ? **** on Earth as Sherpa John would call it) of each Lap is a 14.4 mile loop that includes 3.3 miles of road climbing. Again, all was good?no issues?good form.
Section C of each Lap is the final 5.0 mile loop into Fred?s Basin. Short and sweet again with no problems. By this time, most of the field had spread out, but, since some of the course has two-way traffic, I would see a lot of folks here and there, including Merigayle and Sherpa John. Also, by this time the 50-milers were well under way, and I had run into Bob Gentile, an amazing person who was running his first race?yes, his first race period?.a 50-miler (albeit in what appeared to be basketball shorts ? he took a good ribbing from Lisa Batchen for his standard running attire).
I was able to complete the first Lap in 6:09:00, which was well within my goal of a 28 hour finish. Little did I know what was in store for me ahead.
Lap #2
The second time around was far more challenging then the first. My times on each section slowed dramatically, and thoughts of not being able to finish filled my head. Every now and then I would pass some familiar faces, all of which offered words of encouragement. If not for Ira pulling me through, I may not have made it up the mountain. After finishing off Fred?s mountain in 2:08:00 (a good 40 minutes slower then the first time around), the Mill Creek Section was brutal. I struggled through, losing my breath many times along the way. It took nearly 4:45:00 to get through, and when I reached the base aid station, my first thought was to quit. But, thanks to a little Tylenol arthritis from the aid station crew, I was able to re-group and catch what appeared to be my 3rd or 4th wind, and took the Fred?s Basin section with some confidence, finishing with a sense of renewal.
However, my friend and training partner Ira (zrunner) began to experience severe foot pain, and the plan was that he would get his feet attended to at the base aid station, when we hit the 50-mile mark.
Lap #2 was complete?in 8:32:00, putting me over the 14 hour mark for the first 50 miles.
Lap #3
At the base aid station Ira learned the worse. His feet were a mess. Blisters had to be lanced, shots to numb the pain had to be given?it looked pretty bad. The aid station crew told me I should head on out, but Ira and I had worked together to get to this point (for both of us, our first 100-miler), and there was no way I was leaving anyone behind. 31 minutes later, we were on our way back up Fred?s Mountain.
But, this time up the mountain it was my turn to play the role of encouragement. Ira?s feet were killing him. He got a nose bleed half-way up the mountain. Gels and electrolyte pills were falling on the floor. It was a tough hike up, and a slow climb down (it was very hard on the down-hill portion of the mountain due to several steep declines). 3 hours later I was happy to see the base aid station.
The Mill Creek section the third time around was even more difficult then the first two times (as expected). Just before getting to the road portion, Ira?s feet were getting the best of him, so much so that every movement for him was painful. We were able to make the slow climb up the road to the next aid station, but at that point (2:45 AM) Ira had made the decision to drop from the race. This was devastating for me?my good friend had finally had enough. At first I decided that I would not finish this race without him, as I had come here to finish and experience the event with him. However, he would hear none of it, telling me that he?d never speak to me again if I stopped.
Which brings me to an embarrassing phobia that I have?.I hate the dark?fear it?can?t stand it. I never liked the thought that I might be running in the pitch black forest where bears, and mountain lions, and monsters and killers might be lurking. So, there was only one thing to do?.
My wife has recently entered the running realm (sticking to half-marathons and shorter). The plan was for her to run the 14.4 mile section of the last loop. I told Ira that the only way I would stay on course is if he called his wife and had her wake up mine to come and keep me company until it got light. Sure enough, 15 minutes later or so, there way my wife, ready to go.
With the help of my wife, I tackled my fear of the dark and we made it to daylight (she would end up going about 15.5 miles with me ? a true trooper, without whom I would not have been able to accomplish this.
We made it through the rest of the Mill Creek section and the Fred?s Basin section, completing lap three. Many times through the night I spoke of quitting, only to have my wife tell me that there was no way I was going home without a buckle.
Lap #3 was finally complete, taking over 10 hours, making me wonder if I would make the cut-off of 36 hours.
Lap #4
I had expected my wife to stop after going through the night. To my surprise, she told me she would do whatever it took to get me through, and so, off we went to climb Fred?s Mountain (the 4th time for me, and thankfully, the last). The climb up was impossible. I had to stop several times to catch my breath, shaking my head in disbelief, thinking every time that this stop would be the last.
At the top of Fred?s Mountain I saw no volunteers. Had I missed the cut-off ? Couldn?t be. Then, out of the porta-john came Augie?one of the best volunteers I have ever seen. Earlier in the race he was yelling words of encouragement to everyone, with amazing energy?we had bets as to whether he would have that same energy after 24 plus hours of volunteer work. He came bounding to the aid station, yelling ?hey, New York boy??.unreal?.he asked how I was and I said ?still hanging in?. He asked about Ira, and I informed him of the bad news. Check-in and check-out, down the mountain we went. Half way down I got my 9th wind?.things started to feel a bit better, and I started to run, and run fast (for me at this stage at least). All of a sudden I see I?m running at about a 10 minute per mile pace, with my wife right beside me?.and I?m feeling great.
We get down the mountain, finishing that portion in 2:23, not bad considering it took 3 hours the last time. When I arrive at the base aid station, I?m pumped. I tell my wife, look, are you ready to run?I have something here, we can nail the last 20 miles. She gives me a look?I?ve seen it before?like when I?ve left the toilet seat up, or something like that. She tells me that she doesn?t think she can run the last 20 miles.
All of a sudden a voice from the left side of my head appears?..?anyone need a pacer ???.it turns out to be Trail Goad, my true savior of the day. I?m like, yeah, I?ll take you, lets go ! I also learn that Ira has amazingly rested up and is back on the course where he dropped. The RDs told him he could go back to his room, rest up, and see how things went. They wouldn?t pull him just yet. Now I?m psyched ! My friend is back, my sprits are high, and I have Trail Goat, who the night before paced the winner Andy Jones-Wilkins for 30-miles.
Off we go, onto the Mill Creek section for the last time. This is where I really learned the benefits of having a pacer, and got my first real understanding of how important staying hydrated and meeting caloric needs really is. Trail Goat was full of info, talking to me the entire time about his night with Andy Jones-Wilkins. It would be funny later to talk with Andy about his race and have him start to tell stories of his night with Trail Goat, only to have me stop him and say, yeah, I know that already.
We blasted through Mill Creek in 4:14, my second best time for this section, running the down-hills as hard as I could, and power-walking at a steady pace. During this time I passed about 5 or 6 runners, trying to give back to them what they gave to me earlier ? encouragement. We also ran into Ira?he was back, pain killers and all. He said he?d give it a go and see how he did?I had no doubt he would finish the 100 miles, no matter how long it took him.
Trail Goat had me moving?feeling great. At the top of the road I saw Merigayle at the aid station. I was so happy to see her. She was doing well and was with her husband. She is really an amazing person and an incredible runner. I was hoping we could stay with Merigayle for a while, but Trail Goat would hear none of it.
As we moved the rest of the way through Mill Creek, I took a nasty spill. Trail Goat came back and asked if I was hurt or if anything was broken?.saying no, he told me to get up and run?.and on we went.
The plan had been to run with Trail Goat for the 14.4 miles, then re-pick up my wife and try to enjoy the last 5 miles, to reflect on what I was about to accomplish. At some point after my fall, I began to think that with Trail Goat, I could finish this thing strong. So, we decided that he would continue to pace me for the last 5 miles, and my wife would be able to take pictures of my finish. I had also developed a bit of knee pain, but only if I stopped. When I would re-start running or walking, the pain would come. So the decision was made (by Trail Goat, of course) that I would not be stopping anymore.
Mr. Goat took my water bottle, asked me what I needed as far as gels, and we decided that I would blow by the last manned aid station?check-in and check-out. He would deal with telling the wife that her services were no longer needed. The only thing I remember hearing as I blew by my wife were the words ?thank God?. She would later tell me that she was so happy that she didn?t have to go back out in the 90+ degree heat?.oh, did I forget to mention that the daytime temps reached the 90s?.OUCH ! As I ran through the base aid station I yelled ?26 in, 26 out?, and all I could here was Lisa (who is my coach) yelling for me to go get it. It was an amazing moment for me.
The final run of Rick?s Basin was fantastic. Trail Goat had told me before we started this section that he had a goal for me from when he started to pace me of a 33:30:00 finish. I would do him proud (although I saw I had time in the bank and tried to get some extra walks out of it ? again, he would hear none of it). I could see Merigayle while in the basin, moving along with her husband. We tried to wave to her ? I think she saw us.
Then, the finish line?what amazing joy I felt to finally be done. I?d never experienced this before, and was so thrilled to make it. I was also happy that I had made it in time for the BBQ and post-race massage, both of which I opted out of. Seeing my wife, and my coach Lisa, and all the other volunteers and friendly faces was great. Without them, this event would not be what it is, for me and everyone else.
So, 33 hours 19 minutes and 36 seconds after starting this trek, I was done. I was shocked to see that I completed the last 25 miles in under 7 hours, my second best 25-mile loop.
Conclusion
So, after all is said and done, I?m a 100-miler. I sat in a chair for a while, talking it up with Andy Jones-Wilkins for a while, waiting for Ira to come through to do his last 5 miles. I wanted to wait to see Merigayle, Jackie, Eric, Leigh, and George finish?all folks that I had an opportunity to chat with while on the course. Sherpa John and Bob Gentile showed up and gave their congratulations?it was good to see those guys too. I talked a lot with Lisa and Jay Batchen, two people who really got me through this. The RDs really put on a great show?this is an event that you must experience at some point?.you won?t regret it.
I took a quick shower and tried to scrub the gunk off of me. A few blisters hurt, but I?ll get over them. Then, I went back out to support Ira, hoping he?d finish by the 36-hour cut-off. He wouldn?t make the cut-off, but getting your butt back out there when you think you are left for dead, after thinking your feet can?t carry you any farther, is an amazing thing. I give him more credit then I deserve for pulling it all together and finishing. A truly amazing story.
Dinner Sunday night with Ira and his wife was fun. 42 hours after waking up for the race, I was surprised I had energy for a few drinks. Sherpa John joined us, as did Lisa and Jay and their daughter. Colleen (another amazing person who I met often during the race and pre-race activities) joined us as well. I had to treat Trail Goat to dinner and drinks. His buddy who paced Ira through the last 20 plus miles (after running the 50 the day before) joined us as well.
I wonder now and then why I chose such a difficult 100-miler for my first. But, when I think about the amazing experience, the people I met, the extraordinary RDs and volunteers at the event, I know now that I wouldn?t have done anything different in picking a first 100-miler.
I have to thank, of course, Trail Goat, for really pushing my limits and getting me through. I also have to thank Merigayle, Bob Gentile (thanks Bob for the fun company back to Jackson on Monday), and Sherpa John ? you all are really great people, and I hope to see you guys again soon (likely at JFK).
I also have to thank Ira and his wife. His wife for the tremendous support she gave in staying up all night to root us on. And, of course, to Ira, my best buddy, my confidant, my running partner, and a truly, truly amazing soul. I would not have accomplished this without him.
And finally, my loving wife ? to get up at 3 AM to help me through the night is just amazing. As a husband, I can honestly say I didn?t deserve that much support?.I guess I?ll have to start working on putting the toilet seat down.
All that said??.see you next year at the Grand Tetons 100-Mile
