Thursday, January 28, 2016

State Number 7 - Tucson Marathon


State Number 7 – Tucson Marathon, Tucson, AZ
8 December 2013

The State of Arizona is host to sixteen or so marathons throughout the year.  Nearly five months after Missoula, my wife and I decided to close out our 2013 marathon calendar with the 20th running of the Tucson Marathon.  This was my eighteenth marathon and my first ever visit to the City of Tucson.


Plane over LAX Lot C
On Saturday 7 December, the 72nd anniversary of Pearl Harbor, we made our customary 3.5 hour drive to LAX.   We park our car in Lot C and catch the terminal shuttle bus for transport to the airport.  Our standard parking area is nearly under the flight path for Runway 24R where arriving aircraft are just a couple hundred feet above the lot.  It makes for a spectacular scene when large aircraft are practically overhead.  The larger jets seem to move very slowly as if they are going to stall, but the smaller ones seem to move faster.

Shortly after 0800 Saturday morning, we boarded United Express 5438 for a 1h 26m non-stop flight to Tucson International Airport (TUS).  The Canadair regional jet aircraft taxied to Runway 25R for the standard departure between the Palos Verdes Peninsula and Catalina Island escarpment with clearance given to filed flight level three minutes later.

The flight crossed over the Santa Ana Mountains (Cleveland National Forest), Salton Sea, Colorado River and over the Sonoran Desert for a VFR approach to TUS Runway 29R. 

The Salton Sea is an interesting natural feature.  It is a shallow, saline, rift lake located directly on the San Andreas Fault, in California's Imperial and Coachella Valleys and the deepest point of the sea is only five ft higher than the lowest point of Death Valley.  

The lake is fed by various rivers, as well as agricultural runoff, and drainage systems and was accidentally created in the early 1900s.  In an effort to increase water flow for farming, irrigation canals were dug from the Colorado River into the valley.  Cuts were made in the banks of the Colorado River to further increase the water flows.  The resulting outflows overwhelmed the canals, and the river flowed into the Salton Basin for two years, filling the dry lake bed and creating the lake we see today.  The lake is not as saline as the Great Salt Lake, but is more than the Pacific Ocean.

The Tucson airport is the second busiest in Arizona behind Phoenix’s Sky Harbor Airport and with five airlines serving ten domestic destinations, mostly to Los Angeles, Phoenix and Dallas/Fort Worth.


Tucson International Airport
After we arrived in Tucson around 1030 hours, we rented a small compact car for the weekend.  As we left the airport area, we proceeded up Interstates 19 and 10 to the expo and packet pick-up location at the Hotel El Conquistador Golf and Tennis Resort in Oro Valley.  Being in an upscale resort facility, I expected the expo to be larger and fancier than what it was.  Rather, it was outdoors on a covered portico, small and not worth spending a lot of time.  Packet pick-up was simple, quick and easy and we were in and out in no time at all.  The weather was quite cool and breezy with temperatures in the mid-50s, so it looked as if good running weather was in the offing.

After the expo, we managed to find a quick bite to eat to satiate our hunger before checking into our hotel, the Red Lion Inn and Suites off Oracle Road.  The hotel was a former a Quality Inn, but has since been remodeled with a nice pool, spa (for post-marathon rehabilitation) and putting green.

It was about 1500 hours when we arrived at the hotel.  At that time, it appeared a weather front was approaching the area as winds were beginning to blow, temperatures began to fall and the skies were becoming overcast.  In the meantime, we relaxed in the room reviewing the items in our swag bags and prepared ourselves for race day.  We spent some time in the spa for a little relaxation time even though the temperatures were rather chilly. 

Late in the afternoon as hunger once again set before us, we decided to walk across Oracle Road for a little Italian nourishment at La Mia Toscana Italian Kitchen.  I proceeded to order a calzone with my wife ordering a cheese pizza.  I know, it’s probably not the epitome of a pre-marathon diet with low GI foods, but it was worth the sacrifice.



 





Dusty Hill and Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top
After dinner, we headed back to the room and rested after a long day on the go.  When my wife was getting her race items in order, she notice her sunglasses weren’t around.  She asked me if I would be willing to drive to the local Walmart for a cheap pair of sunglasses.  My first thought was a song from ZZ Top’s 1979 album Degüello, “[we] hit that street a-runnin' and try to meet the masses and go get yourself some cheap sunglasses.”  So off I went to Walmart to purchase a pair of cheap sunglasses.  I was the hero that evening.  Whether or not she’ll need them due to the anticipated cloud cover is another story.  In addition, I succeeded in picking up some bananas and some low GI food for my pre-marathon nutrition.

After I got back from my excursion to Walmart, we relaxed and watched some of the Fresno State – Utah State Mountain West championship football game.  It was a great game, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to watch the fourth quarter.  We had to get up early to catch a ride on one of the shuttle buses to the start line. 

Our alarm wakened us early Sunday morning at 0430 giving us sufficient time to ready ourselves and to drive a few miles to Canyon Del Oro High School to board one of the shuttle buses to the start line.  Soon after we parked the car in the school’s parking lot, we boarded one of the waiting school buses around 0500 for the 45-minue ride to the start line on Cody Loop Road at the base of the Santa Catalina Mountains, near the Town of Oracle. 

The marathon’s website said that temperatures at the start are usually in the upper 30s, but I was starting to doubt that.  As we were walking across the parking lot, I would bet that temperatures were already in the mid-30s and the school elevation was around 2000 feet lower than the start line. 

Science content warning – reader discretion advised.  The dry adiabatic lapse rate is the rate of temperature decrease with respect to elevation for a parcel of dry air rising under adiabatic conditions.   It is known that air has low thermal conductivity and if the surrounding air basin is very large, transfer of heat by conduction is infinitesimally small.

When these conditions are present, as the air rises by convection, it expands, because the pressure is lower at higher altitudes.  As the air parcel expands, it pushes on the air around it, doing thermodynamic work.  Since the parcel does work but gains no heat, it loses internal energy; therefore, temperatures decrease.

After boarding the bus, my mind was busy with calculations.  Using the laws of thermodynamics, the dry adiabatic lapse rate corresponds to γd = - dt/dz, which yields a rate of approximately 5.38° F per 1,000 ft.  Using this law and knowing the air parcel was rather dry, I estimated the temperature at the start line to be around 27° F. 

Lucky for us, and the fact it was early December, we had packed some large trash bags to use as make-shift outerwear to protect us from the cold temperatures and wind chill. 

To my surprise, my calculations proved to be somewhat correct.  At the start line, it was really cold and windy with temperatures in the mid-20s.  In fact, light snow started falling soon after we arrived.  Buses remained on-site and runners were allowed to stay on them to keep warm. 


Morning twilight over the desert
It was fairly dark when we arrived as astronomical twilight was gradually transitioning into nautical twilight.  The race organizers provided portable lighting for everyone’s comfort, but I would much rather have had portable heaters for comfort.  We stayed on the bus as long as possible to keep warm, but there were several daring souls wandering around outside looking for a place to relieve themselves among the various Palo Verde trees (Parkinsonia sp.) indigenous to the area as there weren’t many porta-potties available.  Lining up to wait in the cold was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

With start time approaching, we exited off the bus donning our trash bags.  The eddying winds and snowflakes between the buses were relentless and bone chilling and seemed to permeate the plastic bags as we were removing our warm-up clothes.  We were cold and shivering, but not as much as some who didn’t have any protection.  I proceeded to the gear-check area to drop off our bag then immediately went to the start line.

The race began promptly at 0700 with approximately 900 runners toeing the line.  Civil twilight was waning as the sun started to rise over the eastern horizon, notwithstanding the overcast skies.  There was no fanfare since only runners were allowed at the start line.  We both kept wearing our trash bags as we started the race, but it wasn’t long before I heated up enough to remove it and deposit it at the first water station.

The marathon began on Cody Loop Road (named after Buffalo Bill Cody who once owned a mine in the area) approximately 1.5 miles from Mt. Lemmon Highway, thence through the community of Oracle and on to Arizona State Highway 77.  Initially, the roads in the area were comprised of a road mix asphalt surfacing with a recent chip seal or rejuvenating agents and were pretty much free of broken pavement and pot holes which made for a great running surface.  The numerous drainage washes within the Oracle environs caught my eye.  I wondered about desert rainfall intensities and the resulting flash floods common to the area.  Some roads are dipped slightly to allow for low water crossings.  They are easily discernible due to the evidence of rocks, dirt and some pavement erosion.

Low water crossings are cheaper than building a bridge or placing a culvert to raise the level of the road above the highest flood stage, particularly in semi-arid areas with rare high-volume rains.  Low water crossings can be dangerous when flooded.
The first few miles through Oracle were a net downhill with some undulations but very endurable (maybe because we had fresh legs).  The roadsides were mostly bounded by Arizona pine trees (Pinus arizonica) and Palo Verde trees.  A few local spectators were scattered along the course throughout the community.
As runners merged onto Arizona Highway 77, they were greeted with striking views of the Falcon Valley desert landscape with Owl Head Buttes and the Tortolita Mountains rising in the western background.  Once the marathon platoon thinned out, everyone was pretty much on their own.  The peacefulness and quiet was Zen-like.  It was very serene and relaxed – not your ordinary marathon experience.
The highway departing Oracle steered runners on a long straight steady downhill grade of around two percent.  Knowing this was a net downhill course, I was looking forward to finishing with a good time and kept imagining getting a PR.  Besides the great volunteers staffing the aid stations, spectators were non-existent.  The volunteers were supportive, encouraging and enthusiastic at times when you need it.

Around Marathon Mile 10, runners made a left turn onto Biosphere Road.  From here, the road leads towards Biosphere 2, although not actually entering the property, for two miles of basically uphill and then turn around and run back downhill those same two miles.  At that point, I was ready to tackle a hill since I had been running downhill for several miles.  I was beginning to fell discomfort in my quadriceps and lower legs from the downhill running.  This is the point where I began to start walking for short distances.  My split time at the 12.5-mile mark was 1:58:27 for a 9:52 pace.
After the turn-around, the steeper downhill of Biosphere Road was beginning to challenge my legs.  I had not been training on hills, so I was about to see what happens.
Biosphere 2 entrance
When I turned off Biosphere Road onto Highway 77 again, about Marathon Mile 14, the downhill was more manageable, but the four mile detour began to wreak havoc on my legs and was beginning to affect my performance.

About two miles past Oracle Junction (Marathon Mile 22), the course turned left off Highway 77 onto Saddlebrooke Boulevard then right onto Eagle Crest Ranch Boulevard through a residential development.  I had to sit down and remove some pebbles that had managed to find their way into my shoe.  After I stood up, it was a real struggle to start running again.  To add insult to injury (I mean that literally), comes another mile or so of basically uphill.  Who does that at this point of a marathon?  The hill at Marathon Mile 23 was so steep and painful, I had to walk, and nearly all runners around me did the same.  I heard many complain about the hill and we were glad to reach the crest.  The downhill section into the Twentyseven Wash did not really thrill me since my legs were pretty much shot at that point.  After that effort, a sun-bleached dollar bill caught my eye alongside the road (Edwin Road).  I couldn’t resist, so I picked it up and stuffed it into my gloves.  Yes, it was still cold enough to keep the gloves.  I still have the bill today as a token of this marathon.

After that killer hill, the rest of the course wound around through the residential streets in Community of Catalina.  Around Marathon Mile 23, I approached a fellow runner who saw my Maniac shirt and asked how to become a member.  We conversed about the club for a while, how many stars I have and our marathon histories.  After I informed him of the Maniac process, he said he would be interested and had enough marathons to qualify.  Shortly after our conversation, he tripped over a piece of damaged pavement and did a face plant into the road.  I stopped to assist him, and luckily he appeared to be unharmed except for ripped pants and some road rash on his knees and hands.  That was a scary mishap.

We were both feeling the negative effects of this run, especially for him.  We helped and encouraged one other for the last three miles to the finish line.  As we approached the end of Coronado Forest Drive for the right turn onto Golder Ranch Drive, we know it was a short run to the finish line at the Golder Ranch Fire District station. 

I pushed ahead of my temporary running mate at the final turn into the driveway for the last push to the finish line banner.  Seeing the finish line seemed to make all the pain disappear.  I was done, with an overall time of 4:24:33 with a 10:06 pace!

Age graded score: 52.3%    Age graded time: 4:02:30

I was happy with my time and glad the run was over.  After I grabbed some food, water, tortillas, Advil sample packs and chocolate milk, I retrieved my gear bag and was really beginning to show the ill effects of not training for downhill running. 

There wasn’t much to the finish line festivities, so we decided to leave.  We wanted to get out of our wet sweaty clothes and jump into the hot tub for some relaxation, so we shuffled on over to one of the waiting buses for transport back to Canyon Del Oro High School.  My soleus, gastrocnemius and tibialis anterior muscles were becoming really stiff and sore.  Walking was becoming difficult.

When we boarded the bus, it was such a relief to sit down and enjoy the warmth.  I know it would be painful to get up when we got to the school, so I was in no hurry to get back.  After a couple of intermediary stops, it was our time to disembark.  I was not looking forward to that by any means.

My stiffness was so bad, I practically needed assistance to step off the bus due to painful shin splints.  I had to brace myself against the door and had to utilize the handrail to step down.  Walking to the car was slow and steady.  I noticed others with the same condition and could only laugh.  The next few days were going to be hell, I thought.

When we arrived back at the hotel, the clouds were beginning to break up allowing for some dim sunshine, but was still chilly – maybe low 50s.  That didn’t to stop me from jumping into the hot tub to relieve some sore muscles.

My wife decided not to get in since it was still cold, but I hobbled over to the pool area and got in.  The water was around 102° F which made it very comfortable.  I massaged my tibialis anterior muscles in the jets, but it didn’t help much.  I accepted the fact that I was going to be in some sort of discomfort for the next couple of days or so.


Red Robin - Yummmmm
About an hour after I got out of the hot tub, we started to get very hungry so we ventured into Tucson for a late lunch at Red Robin in the Tucson Mall.  We each had a delicious burger, endless fries and a glass of beer.  After burning over 3900 kcal or 16,380 kJ of energy over 26.2 miles, I deserved a rather large meal.

After we left the mall area, dusk was beginning to set in.  We drove back to the hotel to digest, relax and watch some TV and turn in for the night. 

Monday brought us to a tour of Biosphere 2.  I have always been intrigued with the facility since it was built in the late 1980s.  We checked out of the hotel and left early enough to catch the 0930 tour.  With a flight back to LAX at 1642 hours, we had ample time. 

From what I learned, Biosphere 2 was an attempt to create a balanced and self-sustaining replica of Earth’s ecosystems.  It turned out to be a miserable and expensive failure.  Numerous problems plagued the crew almost from the very beginning.  Of these, a mysterious loss of oxygen and widespread extinction were the most notable.
 


Biosphere 2
Crew members were sealed in Biosphere 2.  A little over a year later, the crew experienced a constant and perplexing decline in the percentage of oxygen in the atmosphere.  It was initially hoped that the system was merely stabilizing itself, but as time passed it became increasingly clear the something was wrong.  When oxygen levels dropped to the point where the crew could barely function, the outside managers decided to pump oxygen into the system so they could complete the full two years as planned.

Obviously, Biosphere 2 was not self-sustaining if outside oxygen had to be added in order for the crew to survive.  The reasons behind this flaw in the project were not fully understood until later. As it turned out, the problem had more to do with carbon dioxide levels than with oxygen.  The soil was abnormally rich in organic material and microbes were metabolizing this material at abnormally high rates, consuming a lot of oxygen and produced a lot of carbon dioxide.  The plants should have been able to use this excess carbon dioxide to replace the oxygen through photosynthesis, except that another chemical reaction was also taking place.  It turned out that the concrete in the structure was reacting with the carbon dioxide producing calcium carbonate and water.  The walls are now coated with
Biosphere 2
a protective layer, but oxygen levels still continue to be problematic today.

Several species of plants and small vertebrates became extinct.  This caused some problems since they were no longer able to propagate themselves.  Other species thrived in the man-made environment, such as cockroaches, ants and various vines which choked off other plants.  The crew had to put huge amounts of energy into the ecosystem, but could not sustain the balanced ecosystem as was planned, and, therefore, failed to fulfill their goals. 

Another fascinating subject were inevitable disputes among the crew, as well as among those running the project from the outside.   It would be interesting to learn of the psychological interactions of the crew cohabitating in a small environment for the time spent in the ecosystem.

In the for what it’s worth category, my theory as to the failure starts with the four laws of thermodynamics analogous to a perpetual motion machine.  You can't get something for nothing, you can't win, and you have to lose.  

Science content warning – reader discretion advised.  Simply put, the zeroth law helps define the notion of temperature, the first defines the conservation of energy, the second says the amount of entropy in the universe can only increase and the third notes that the entropy of a system approaches a constant value as the temperature approaches its residual entropy of the system. 

Like energy, mass is a conserved property, and it cannot be created or destroyed.  Mass and energy can be converted to each other according to Einstein’s formula E = mc2.  However, except for nuclear reactions, the conservation of mass principle holds for all processes.

For a control volume undergoing a process, the conservation of mass can be stated as total mass entering minus total mass leaving equals the net change in mass.

In any isolated system, one cannot create new energy (first law of thermodynamics).  The sun’s energy entering the closed system is not enough to sustain the ecosystem.  Mass and heat are lost to the environment through the earth, walls, windows, etc.  Energy leaving exceeded energy entering causing a net loss in energy to the control volume.  Eventually, the system will fail.  I believe that is what happened. 

Thus, machines which extract energy from finite sources will not operate indefinitely, because they are driven by the energy stored in the source, which will eventually burn out.  

Biosphere 2 was quite a thought-provoking experiment and still continues to intrigue me today.

The 1h 15m tour was exceptionally difficult for me but yet captivating.  The walking expedition was approximately one-mile in length, complete with over 200 stairs to climb, and with very stiff and sore legs, these obstacles were tough to overcome, but I succeeded.  At times, I wish I had a wheelchair.  The interpretive specialist was very knowledgeable and led us through the different biomes, the basement technosphere and the lungs within the facility always keeping my attention, amazement and wonder.

At the conclusion of the tour, we, at least I, hobbled back to the car and into Tucson for some lunch before we had to get back to the airport.  We accidentally stumbled upon an Italian restaurant during our drive through the campus of the University of Arizona.  Sauce Pizza & Wine on Campbell Avenue, not far from the University, looked to be inviting where my wife ordered a personal pizza and I ordered a meatball and mozzarella panini.

After the great lunch, it was time to head back to the airport to return the rental car to catch the United Express non-stop flight back to LAX.  We arrived at LAX on-time at 1930 and got home later that evening.

Overall, the Tucson Marathon was a well-organized rather small marathon and well worth the experience.  Hereinafter are my views and opinions of the marathon.

I have nothing but positive things to say about the logistics of this race.  The bus transportation to the start line went smoothly.  Keeping the buses running giving runners the option to stay on and keep warm was much appreciated.  While waiting for the start, the PA system was loud and clear and great music kept everyone entertained.  Grooving to the music was a way some were keeping warm.  

Aid stations were well-spaced and well stocked with great volunteers handing out energy gels early on, which I'm sure was a bonus for some people.  It was for me.

The desert scenery was fantastic, but could be boring to some.  Besides the noise of vehicles on the highways, the serenity and peacefulness of the run made it worthwhile.    

Porta-potty lines were up 6-10 deep.  When you average 3-5 minutes per person per use, some people had to practically freeze to death while waiting in line.  I did notice many runners finding places behind trees or bushes for quicker relief.  I wonder if anyone used sticks to knock off their frozen pee streams.  Bring plenty of layers to keep yourself warm because sub-freezing temperatures (even snow) at the start is a real possibility.

The marathon’s website claims this course “is primarily a downhill marathon with some hills around mile 2-4, and mile 11-12 and 22-23.”

The elevation profile on the website could be construed as misleading.  The first few miles has some semi-steep rolling grades with parabolic roadway camber.  Take heed for those suffering with ITBS.  I expect some runners could interpret the profile plot as a smooth downhill, but in reality it could be characterized as a set of tough initial set of hills.  If you do this race, then plan for early hills followed by a serene, quiet run.  After 22 miles of steady downhill running, your legs are pretty much done, so be aware of the nasty hills after Marathon Mile 22.  One hill could even be billed as sadistic.  They can really test your fitness.   

If the valley temperatures are warm, be sure to hydrate and take some salt tablets so any cramping can be kept at a minimum.  There is no shade on the course, so be sure wear sunglasses and apply sunblock to your exposed areas of skin even if the UV index is low.

Once outside of the Community of Oracle, there was no fan support to provide physiological stimuli to epinephrine secretion, but the volunteers staffing the water stations and law enforcement officers watching the traffic were friendly and engaging.  When runners pass by Oracle Junction, fan support picked-up again, giving everyone needed shots of epinephrine.  This is the point where most runners needed the hormone stimulus.

The finish line was held in the parking lot behind the fire station with ample supplies of water and food, but was not large.  Gear bag drop was nearby and easily accessible; however, there was a little walk to the bus loading area.  So if you are sore, just tough it out. 

Race volunteers and vendors were giving away Advil packs, packs of tortillas from a local tortilleria and other food items.  I am not a picky person so bananas, water and chocolate milk are enough for me.  

My advice to the race director is to post a more accurate elevation profile on the website so runners may have enough information for their race plan.  I do realize space may be limited and the exaggerated scales of a profile graph make such representations hard to visualize, but perhaps an explanation of what runners should expect might help.

Based on my experiences, I would strongly advise anyone interested in this marathon to do a lot of hill training before attempting this race.  It can be murder on the knees, quads and lower leg muscles.

 

Friday, January 15, 2016

State Number 6 - Missoula Marathon


State Number 6 – Missoula Marathon, Missoula, MT

14 July 2013

 
Ten weeks after the Tacoma Marathon, the west-central Montana city of Missoula was the destination of my seventeenth marathon and the second marathon of 2013.

This was my first official visit to the Big Sky State, so I wanted to make this trip somewhat of an outdoor adventure.

On 6 July 2013, an unfortunate event transpired at San Francisco International Airport (SFO).  While attempting to land, Asiana Flight 214 arriving from Seoul, South Korea crashed short of SFO’s Runway 28L killing two and injuring 168.

Instead of flying out of LAX, my wife and I made a 3.5 hour drive on Friday, 12 July to SFO for a non-stop United Airlines flight to Missoula International Airport Johnson-Bell Field (MSO), since SFO was the only airport that offered non-stop flights to MSO from California.  I am never a fan of connecting flights, unless absolutely necessary, as delays can affect connections to destination airports.  So, if there is an economical non-stop option, I’m taking it. 

The flight from SFO was pretty much on-time.  As we departed Runway 1L, passengers on the right side of the plane were able to see the activity of the Asiana casualty.  It was obvious that Runway 28L was closed, but 28R was open to inbound aircraft.  From the flight information boards in the airport terminal, I noticed that flights from other airports were, to some extent, delayed as a consequence of only one active runway.  Immediately, I wondered if our return flight from MSO was going to be delayed.

The 2h 10m flight took us over Lake Tahoe; Boise, ID; Salmon, ID; up the Bitterroot Valley with an arrival over Missoula and a left-turn final approach to Runway 29.

Grizzly bear at MSO
MSO is a medium sized airport serving five commercial airlines with six gates.  The terminal building is decorated in an outdoor theme with professionally mounted displays of various animals.  The display of an 8-9-foot tall grizzly bear standing on its hind quarters over a large trout immediately caught my eye.  That’s something I wouldn’t want to encounter in the wild.

It was about 1330 hours when we took custody of our rental car for the weekend.  It was a quick trip out of the airport property and onto West Broadway Street en route to our hotel.  

We were hungry as we entered the city, so we first stopped at a nearby Wendy’s for lunch.  The pretzel bacon cheeseburger was a new item on the menu at the time, so we each tried one.  Frankly, the picture looked better than the burger we received.  It wasn’t bad, but I don’t think I would order it again. 

Our weekend domicile was Ruby’s Inn Missoula on North Reserve Street.  Coincidentally, the National Smokejumpers Association was having its annual convention at the hotel that weekend.  Needless to say, there were a lot of current and retired smokejumpers and their families from around the country roaming around the complex.

Smokejumpers are most often deployed to fires that are extremely remote.  They have the capability of reaching wildfires shortly after ignition when it is still relatively small and extinguishing the blaze before it becomes a problem to forest lands and the public.  When there is no significant fire activity, smokejumpers can also be used for outside fire suppression in work assignments such as forestry, disaster relief and emergency management.  Missoula is home to the U.S. Forest Service’s smokejumper headquarters and base just west of the airport.

Watch for drunks!
After establishing ourselves in our room, we donned our running clothes for the annual pre-marathon beer run.  This years’ beer run began at the Iron Horse Brew Pub at the corner of Higgins and Spruce in downtown.

Dozens of runners from around the country and Canada participated in the informal annual fun run.  Participants could choose to run either the 5K or 5-miler.  Since we didn’t want to overdo ourselves, we chose to run an easy 5K just enough to loosen the muscles and warm up for the marathon. 

A few minutes prior to the start, a typical summer-time thunderstorm approached Missoula from the south.  Lightning bolts streaked across the sky as reverberations of thunder echoed throughout the city streets supplemented with a heavy downpour lasting for a few minutes.  I would wager an intensity of approximately two inches per hour fell in those few minutes.  Once the storm passed and the skies turned blue again infused with the aromatic smell of fresh clean air characteristic of thunderstorms, the beer run commenced.

Olympian Jeff Galloway was the featured runner who, every year, is active in making the Missoula Marathon an extraordinary event.  With Jeff leading the way, runners headed easterly down Spruce Street, thence up Greenough Drive towards Greenough Park traversing the paved trail through the forested area of the park alongside Rattlesnake Creek to the northeasterly extent of the park’s boundary.  From there we crossed the creek over a timber bridge and made the return trip back down Monroe Street with the park on the right side and homes to the left.

As runners exited the park and crossed under the I-90 freeway, we continued to Madison Street, thence right through the stately neighborhood of East Pine Street under the shade of the silver and Norway maples, (Acer saccharinum) and (Acer platanoides); respectively, thence back to Higgins Avenue finishing in the Iron Horse parking lot as the Big Sky Brewing Company served various assortments of ice cold beer.

We partook in some adult beverages, talked with a few people and listened to some music in the parking lot before deciding to have a meal at the pub.  I ordered an Iron Horse quarter-pound burger with all the accoutrements.  After the energy our meal gave us, we made our way over to the University of Montana campus for a hike up to the “M” on Mt. Sentinel. 

According to a sign at the trail head, the “M” on the west face of Mt. Sentinel has been a local landmark since the early 1900s when the university’s forestry club hauled stones up the slope to shape the school’s symbol.  Concrete soon replaced the original versions of the “M” in the late 1960s and remains that way today.

Endless switchbacks
The hike was quite strenuous with eleven switchbacks for an elevation gain of about 650 feet.  I noticed several people running up the trail as part of their training regimen.  I don’t know if they were running the marathon, but if they were, they were crazy!    

The views from the “M” were spectacular.  We had a great view of the university, the city and the valley.  The large white colored concrete slab in the shape of a giant “M” was peppered with graffiti, initials, dates and other unmentionables chiseled into the monolithic slab.

The trail also affords hikers a great view of the waterlines etched into the slopes of Mt. Jumbo to the north and along the slopes of Mt. Sentinel resulting from ancient Glacial Lake Missoula.

The glacial lake was formed as a result of an ice sheet some 12,000 years ago that dammed the Clark Fork River as it entered Idaho’s panhandle.  The rising water impoundment behind the glacial dam weakened it until water burst through in a catastrophic flood that inundated parts of Idaho, Washington, and Oregon as it funneled toward the Pacific Ocean.  The waves and debris of ice eroded soils and mountainsides creating the scablands of eastern Washington and carved the Columbia River Gorge east of Portland, OR.  It would be a thought-provoking exercise to run hydraulic software, such as U.S. Army Corps of Engineers’ HEC-RAS, to model the dam failure and to predict the reservoir outflow hydrograph and the routing of that hydrograph through the downstream valleys to determine dam failure consequences.

After our hike to the “M”, it was time to head back to the hotel to relax in the hot tub and get some rest.

As Saturday morning dawned, we drove over to Caras Park for our race packet and expo.  The park overlooks the Clark Fork River and Brennan’s Wave, a man-made wave in the river that gives local kayak aficionados a spectacular whitewater feature for their enjoyment and practice.

On that Saturday morning, Jeff invited anyone interested to join him for a group hike up to the “M”.  Although that would have been fun, we just didn’t have the time.

Instead, we had reservations with 10,000 Waves Raft & Kayak Adventures for some whitewater rafting of our own on the Clark Fork River outside of Alberton, about a half hour west of Missoula.  It is said that the river boasts the best-sustained whitewater in western Montana.  We were about to find out.

We met the company river guides at the raft put-in area at the popular Cyr fishing access site on Sawmill Gulch Road at Exit 70 on I-90.  After signing our lives away on the release forms and following a brief safety demonstration, we slid the rafts down the slide and into the river. 

Each raft held six occupants with the river guide at the stern who controlled the raft.  The trip took rafters down the river through the Alberton Gorge created by Glacial Lake Missoula.  The gorge contains some magnificent rock formations and dramatic cliffs rising vertically on both sides of the river.  Our guide was knowledgeable in the geological features; however, I did manage to provide some insight into river hydraulics and some geological features.  He seemed surprised and asked me what I do for a living.  I did get a kick out of that.  The six of us were able to see lots of birds, including osprey, mergansers, bald eagles, kingfishers and hawks.  

We were joined by a good-humored family from North Dakota who provided some great entertainment for the duration of the trip.  We all had a great time with some big-volume whitewater and fantastic scenery.  The weather was perfect with temperatures hovering around 80°F and, as usual, I ended up with a sun burn from the direct sun exposure.  I was worried about how the energy expenditure and the sun burn would affect my marathon running.  I found out that neither affected me – at least I think.

Fantastic whitewater
The rapids before the Triple Bridges area were just a warm-up of things to come.  The whitewater became more fearsome as we approached Split Rock, Tumbleweed, and finally Fang.  For added thrills and excitement, we were allowed to sit on the boat’s bow traversing some of the milder rapids.

In areas of tranquil water, we managed to find ourselves in some entertaining water battles with other rafters.  Everyone was using their paddles to splash water on others, while other rafters exploited large squirt guns they had in their arsenal. 

After a few miles of various classes of whitewater, the river guide directed us to paddle towards a sandy shore at the mouth of Fish Creek for a brief lunch snack, swimming and relaxation.  This was a great little beach area and we took notice of its whereabouts in hopes we could come back after the rafting trip.  At the end of the day, we were unable to find this spot as we drove some of the back roads of Lolo National Forest.

The little respite lasted about thirty minutes and it was back to the river.  For the next four miles or so, we encountered more exhilarating whitewater chutes.  I found a way to anchor myself pretty well, so I wasn’t afraid of falling out. 

As we approached the take-out area at Tarkio, buses and other vehicles were waiting on the shore to transport rafters back to Cyr.

I am by no means an experienced rafter, kayaker, or canoeist, but I did enjoy the experience immensely.  I was a little nervous with some high classes of whitewater, but after experiencing the thrill, I am a little more comfortable for the next time.  We had a great river guide who was quite knowledgeable of the area and what to expect as we approached each rapid.  I would recommend anyone interested in whitewater rafting to consider this day trip expedition.

We arrived back at the hotel at around 1800 hours to clean up from the day’s river expedition.  We decided to have pizza for dinner at MacKenzie River Pizza Co. on W. Front Street, a stone’s throw from Caras Park.  The restaurant serves creative pizza pies, but we stuck with the usual cheese pizza and a beer.  I know, a great meal before a marathon, but, for me, it works.  It was a great way to end an adventurous day.

Early Sunday morning, our alarm wakened us at 0430 giving us time to ready ourselves and to drive into downtown to board shuttle buses to the start line.  The bus loading area was at Higgins Avenue and Broadway Street not far from the historic county courthouse.  We boarded the bus around 0500 for the half hour ride to Frenchtown where runners disembarked at the Clark Fork Valley Bank, a short walk to the start line on Mullan Road.  My wife and I sat down along the side of a wind sheltered wall of the bank building in an effort to keep warm.

It was quite cold that Sunday morning.  As soon as I removed my warm-up clothes, it wasn’t long before I started to shiver.  During the playing of the national anthem, I noticed many runners shivering with chattering teeth and were anxious to get the race started.  The marathon web site purports that average temperatures at start time are typically in the mid-50s, but that morning, it was closer to 40°.

The marathon is a point-to-point net uphill USATF certified BQ course with a significant hill near the half-way point.  It was a relatively scenic course through the countryside and finishing in downtown Missoula.

The marathon started promptly at 0600 as the rising sun was peaking over the eastern mountains.  As I made my way down Mullan Road, I had to use the bill of my cap to shade the sun from my eyes.  I was able to warm up to a comfortable level and set into a relaxed pace around the one-half mile mark.

It wasn’t long before I caught up to the 4:20 pace group.  I’ve never run with a pace group, but this time I thought I would try.  Approximately fifteen runners were in the group keeping a steady 9:55 pace as we paraded down Mullan Road, over the bridge on Kona Ranch Road and up Big Flat Road towards the BIG hill everyone talked about.

Every year, between Marathon Miles 10 and 11, two area ranchers mount their horses to welcome runners as they pass by their ranch.  I waved to them (as many others did) and appreciated their support for the marathon.  The pace leader said that they are there for every marathon and they have become a symbol of the event.  In fact, emblazoned on the front side the marathon tech shirt is a silhouette of the two.

The hill proved to be significant and long, but I was able to run the entire length without walking.  I was happy this hill came when it did, as I still had energy to make the steady climb.  The spectators were encouraging (well, at least most) but there were some who were keeping it real by telling us we’re not even close to the summit.

The half-way point came just before we crested over the summit for a much deserved downhill run back into the valley and over the Bitterroot River and the Maclay Bridge.

I was keeping up with my pace group to about Marathon Mile 18 aid station when fatigue and aching quadriceps forced me to take a 500 mg dose of acetaminophen.  I had to walk while I retrieved my pill from my pocket and sipped some water while downing a GU pack in the meantime; however, the pace group continued on without me.  My little break caused me to lag behind the group, which dwindled somewhat from when I joined the group, but managed to keep the pace leader in sight.

The city limits of Missoula began where the Milwaukee Trail crosses under Reserve Street.  There, I was able to catch up to the pace group once again.  I noticed the leader slowing a little, but didn’t know if it was due to fatigue or slowing down to keep on pace.  My time in the group was short-lived however – maybe a half mile or so.  One word sums it up – HEAT.

Finishing
The city streets were lined with trees which provided me much needed shade to keep going since the heat was beginning to take its toll.  The spectators were very supportive and encouraging to me as I kept running as I must have looked worn out.  Running up Gerald Avenue, I distinctly remember a kid, maybe 12 or so, telling runners as they passed by that we’ve never been so close to the finish.  Actually, I was getting closer with every stride.  He was right though, it was only a matter of a few blocks to the finish line.  At least he wasn’t saying, “You’re almost there!”

As I made my last turn onto Higgins and the short ascent up the bridge approach, the finish line was in sight.  Unfortunately, I was not able to finish with the pace group, but I gave it a noble effort.  I finished my seventeenth marathon and sixth state in a time of 4:23:36, a 10:03 per mile pace – only three and a half minutes behind.

Age graded score: 52.29%     Age graded time: 4:02:32

It was one the rare times I finished before my wife – almost three minutes faster!

I waited for my wife to finish so we could both walk down to the finish line festivities under the bridge in the Caras Park Pavilion area.  We gathered up some food and water and had our finisher photos taken with our medals.  All photos were immediately available at no cost to runners.

Not spending much time at the finish line area, we drove back to the hotel for some soak time in the hot tub.  Adjacent to the hotel was a shaded grassy and picnic area alongside Grant Creek.  We walked over to it and waded in the ice cold water soothing our achy feet.  When I started to get numb, it was time for me to exit the creek and allow circulation to resume.

Suomen kansallislippu
My wife got back into the hot tub, but I managed to spend about fifteen minutes in the hotel’s sauna.  I splashed some water onto the rocks so I could enjoy the löyly experience, an essential part of warming the body and relaxing the mind.  In the Finnish tradition, the sauna is a place where everyone is equal and you “leave your worries with your shoes.”  I only wish the sauna could be a regular part of my life.  Jos ei viina, terva ja sauna auta, niin tauti on kuolemaksi.

Now, with a clean body and a clean mind, we drove back into downtown for a meal at the Iron Horse Pub.  We joined members of the 50-states Club on the upstairs balcony.  We ordered a sandwich and were introduced to members of the club as we were going to join as soon as we completed our ten state requirement.

After our lunch, we decided to take another hike up to the “M”.  The trail head parking lot at the university provided a limited number of stalls for those wishing to hike the trail.  All of the stalls were occupied, so we parked in another space that wasn’t reserved for the trail, specifically permit parking only. 

I was quite surprised the hike up the hill wasn’t as bad as I thought.  I had plenty of energy for the uphill climb.  Maybe it was the fifteen minutes in the sauna.

Parking in an unreserved spot was on my mind during the hike.  Being a Sunday, maybe parking was not enforced by the university.  I was constantly looking down at the parking lot, but that wouldn’t have done any good if I saw the parking police since I was too far away to stop the officer.

After enjoying the view, we made the trek back down the hill only to find a parking ticket on the windshield.  Good grief, who would have thought.  The citation read that if this is the driver’s first one, it would be excused if accompanied with an explanation.  Since this was our first one, we provided an explanation and dropped it off in the mail.  That was a relief. 

Yummy ice cream
The Big Dipper Ice Cream eatery was next on our list for a sampling of homemade ice cream.  We heard that this was a famous place in Missoula, so we had to pay a visit.  The lines were quite long as we drove up to the eatery, indicating this was a popular spot.  When it was our turn at the order window, I was able to peruse the menu board of all the flavors.  To my amazement, I noticed cardamom ice cream was a flavor.  Wow, I thought.  That’ll be my choice!  So I ordered a double scoop.  Definitely an unusual flavor one doesn’t see too often, but just how did it taste?

I grew up eating Finnish braided cardamom bread (pulla or coffee bread as we called it) baked by my mother and great grandmother and I truly love the flavoring of the spice.  The ice cream tasted just like the coffee bread I know.  It was a wonderful treat and exceeded my expectations.

For dinner that evening, we decided to stop at another MacKenzie River Pizza Co.  This time in North Missoula on Grant Creek Road off I-90.  The pizza at this restaurant was a little different and not as creative as the store in downtown.  I thought the pizza at this location was a little better, however.

The day was ending and it was time to pack up our belongings for our trip home.  After an easy rental car return and quick security screening, we found out that the flight back to SFO was delayed, but unknown as to the time.  It was apparent the delay was a result of SFO’s runway closure I thought about on Friday.  

The small delay gave us an opportunity to grab a bite to eat.  We each had a Subway sandwich to tie us over for our flight back to SFO.  We happened to overhear a conversation between two women sitting at a two-person table next to ours.  It wasn’t long before we found out that the conversation was an interview for a car rental company located in the airport.  The interviewer was informing the prospective employee of work hours, days, duties, compensation, etc., and the importance of selling their insurance and other extras to customers as a way to maximize commissions. 

The United Airlines MD-80 departed Runway 29 for the 2h 20m flight to SFO.  As it turned out, the delay was just over an hour so it really wasn’t that bad.

During the flight back, a group of crazy ladies were in front of us cracking jokes, drinking wine (perhaps a little too much one could say) and having a good time with the flight attendants.  They just completed a week-long fishing expedition in the Kalispell area.  Whether they caught any fish is anyone’s guess.  I would imagine they were having such a good time, fishing would be the last thing on their mind.  Nonetheless, they provided great entertainment for the flight home.

I had such a great time in Missoula and wish there was enough time to visit Glacier National Park and Flathead Lake.  But that can wait for a future visit to Montana.

The marathon was a great experience with plenty of course support and spectators.  The scenery and the adventure activities in the area make Missoula a great destination for a marathon and shouldn’t be missed.  I recommend this marathon for anyone wishing to check-off Montana as a state towards their 50-state goal.