12 Glory Laps in 12 Hours

12 Glory Laps in 12 Hours
Last February 20th, I hiked and skied 12 laps on Mt. Glory. 19,638 feet climbed with skis on my back and 19,638 feet skied to raise money for Camp To Belong. It's snowing again and I'm ready for the 2nd edition! Click the logo for more info and ways to support camp!

Camp To Belong - Elk Mountain Grand Traverse

Camp To Belong - Elk Mountain Grand Traverse
We're racing the Elk Mtn Grand Traverse this March, a 40 mile ski race across the roof of Colorado in the middle of the night! Click for updates on our training and fundraising progress!

Peaked Sports

Peaked Sports
Driggs, ID

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving

It's turkey time! (sorry turkey). Hope everyone is having an absolutely super Thanksgiving weekend. My Thanksgiving weekend is just getting started. After a brief 40 minute jog this morning, I'm now getting ready to head down to Montpelier, Idaho with SuperJen to spend Thanksgiving day there with her family. Then, after dinner, we're driving to Pocatello to pick up MikeE and head south to Salt Lake City for the night. Friday morning, at dawn, we'll load up and continue south to our destination: South Rim of the Grand Canyon. On Saturday, MikeE and I will begin our Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim route: Start at our campsite in Mather Campground, then jog a few miles east to the South Kaibab Trailhead, down South Kaibab trail, cross the Colorado River, up to the North Rim, back to the Colorado River, across and up the Bright Angle Trail back to the South Rim and back to the car at the campground. Total mileage should be right around 50 miles.
I feel more prepared this year. I've kept up some deceent training this fall spending alot of time on the bike and also doing some periodic long trail runs. Last Sunday, MikeE and I had planned on doing the Boundary Trail, a 35 mile loop just south of Pocatello, until he got called into work for an emergency disaster and left me to do the loop solo. It ended up taking me 8 hours and the final 10 miles were BRUTAL!!! A series of 5 or 6 ravines 500 feet deep that the trail goes down into and crawls back out of. Trail surface was rutted and littered with fist sized rocks everywhere. Ugh!
But it was a great training run prior to this weekend's run in the G.C. My hope is that this will prevent my calves from wanting to pop off my legs and debilitate me for days afterward. We shall see.
Gobble! Gobble!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

If Turkeys Could Fly

Wait, that's chickens that can't fly. Turkeys can fly, can't they? I can't fly. And I'm a turkey. At least that's what people tell me.

"So, Trevor, what are your plans for Thanksgiving? Going to see your family?"

"No, actually, I'm headin down to the Grand Canyon for Thanksgiving weekend."

"Oh, really? Wow... Why the Grand Canyon?"

"Well, it's kinda become a Thanksgiving tradition of mine. I've gone down there the past two years on Thanksgiving weekend to run across it and back and it's just become tradition."

"You turkey."

So you see, if this turkey could fly, then maybe I wouldn't have to run the 24 miles across on trail and instead fly the direct 10 miles across to the North Rim and back. Flight would be a tremendous benefit to this bird. But then again... I'd miss out on everything to experience whilst on ground. The flora, the fauna, the smells of the mule train an hour after they passed down the trail. Nah, give me my two feet and I'll gladly run, hop, skip, and skitter my way along the trail for 13 hours.

And although I'll have different company this year, the tradition lives on.

Thanks, Meghan, for suggesting two years ago what I thought at the time was a ridiculously impossible idea.

"WHAT?! Are you nuts!? Run across the Grand Canyon?! AND BACK?! In one day?! Hah! Yeah right. There's no way I could do that. And besides... Why?"

Well, I guess those days are gone...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Gear List - Part II


Suunto Altimax Watch

7. Ultimate Direction Handheld Bottle - The finger loops are essential when adjusting gear with one hand and holding both bottles using two fingers on the other hand.

8. Black Diamond Spot - It lights up the night, can be worn around the waist for better terrain definition and it weighs next to nothing.

9. Nathan Hydration Race Vest - Practically weightless at 4oz, it holds my Golite windjacket, cell phone, camera, and four gels in the front pockets, and an extra water bottle, MSR Hyperflow filter, lightweight gloves, and eight more gels in the rear pocket.

MSR Hyperflow water filter - This little beauty can pump out 1 liter of clean water every 30 seconds and it weighs 7oz. Slurp!

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Gear List

For a while now, I've been thinking about posting a list of the gear I use and love while out galavanting around in the mountains. I've just never gotten around to actually doing it. So, without further adieu, from the bottom up...


Montrail Streak

The Streak by Montrail is designed for use on a variety of surfaces from rock and mud to grass and dirt. This lightweight and responsive shoe is designed for the trail runner with a need for speed.

Multi-directional outsole design offers exceptional traction in every direction.
Gryptonite “sticky rubber” outsole offers great traction on wet and dry surfaces, combined with outstanding durability.
Trail Shield protects the foot from trail debris.
Vapor-Response midsole material is both lightweight and responsive.
Upper materials are lightweight and breathable.
Weight 11.7 oz 0,33 kg

Injinji Tetrasock - Outdoor Series
As your feet face the elements, the Outdoor Series tetratsok is an interface system specifically designed to perform and adapt to any type of terrain. Engineered with AIS:technology and constructed with Injinji’s exclusive natural wicking Nüwool™, the tetratsok provides exceptional comfort and performance unlike any other athletic wool sock.

3. Dirty Girl Gaiters

Next year, I wanna start runnin with scissors

4. RaceReady Shorts

And they even have a skirt model now for all you fashionista trail runners out there. Yeah, you know you want one. (I might not look too bad in one of these)

4. Smartwool shirts

SmartWool Microweight Crew Shirt - Long-Sleeve - Men's
Wear the SmartWool Men's Microweight Long-Sleeve Crew Shirt for cool- or warm-weather aerobic activities or as a next-to-skin base layer. SmartWool's porous natural fibers move moisture while it is still in vapor form before it has a chance to condense on your skin; you stay drier and more comfortable throughout your entire workout. By comparison, synthetics transport moisture after it condenses, which means you must visibly sweat before any moisture management begins. SmartWool fiber adaptabls to a broad range of conditions, keeping you warm in winter and cool in spring. This naturally anti-microbial shirt features a crew neckline, chafe-reducing flatlock seams, and a body-hugging fit.
Bottom Line: It might be Microweight, but it's big on performance.

5. Golite Ether Windshirt

Ultra-lite, extremely breathable, wind resistant, and water repellent, the full-zip Ether hooded wind jacket will come in handy when wind or weather pepper your next outing. 4 oz. and it packs down to the size of two cliff bars.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Cyclocross weekend - Rexburg & Pocetello, ID

Hello. My name is Trevor. I'm a cyclocross addict.

Me and Fitzy hoofin it above Pocatello

I can't help it. So after not doing one single workout for the entire week since Mike and I did a seven hour trail run the previous Sunday, I began preparing Saturday morning for another double-header weekend of cross racing at a couple of our somewhat "local" races. First, on Saturday, the final race in the three race Cube Cyclocross Series in Rexburg. Then, on Sunday, the inaugural King & Queen of Cross race in Pocatello.

The Rexburg event was alot like the races held last year; Same location and much of the same course I remembered. Given what the course designers had to work with (no hills and limited space), they did an amazing job putting this race on. They made a great course with alot of tight corners and a variety of features and surfaces including a grassy mud bog right after a barrier section coming into the start/finish line!

Apparently, I took two minutes too long on my pre-race nature break cause when I arrived back at the start line, everyone was patiently waiting on me. Sorry! Sorry everyone! Thanks for waiting! As I took my place at the back of the ten or fifteen guys lined up on the narrow bike path(three others of which were covered in the orange/green Fitzy colors: Bergy, Byers, and Fitzy himself). No sooner did I have my warmup vest off than we started. Boom! On came that warm familiar instant oxygen sucking sensation and that comforting burning sensation in my legs. Ah, maybe a ride in the past week may have helped.

The first lap was spent dodging traffic until things cleared up a little and I began my chase of Bergy who was having his typical turn-and-burn style race. Every time I'd see him exit a corner twenty seconds in front of me, there he'd be, up out of the saddle gettin back up to speed. So I spent the rest of the race chasing him around the course and except for the one lap where he toyed with me and let me get ten seconds closer to him, he continued to add to his lead with every lap until, by the end, he had a minute or so. Whew. This cross stuff makes my body hurt. But no time for that now son, you've got another race tomorrow morning.

After the race, I stopped for lunch in Rexburg at one of the local eateries generous enough to put up a gift certificate for the post-race raffle where I was fortunate enough to grab it. One pulled pork sammy, a side of mashypotatoes, and a huge salted supapretzel later, and I was back on the highway heading south to Mike's place in Blackfoot for the night. A quick bike cleaning, a bit o pizza, and a li'l relaxy time and it was time for bed.

Mike went for an hour-fifteen run in the morning, we ate breakfast, then loaded up and headed down to Poki where I was introduced to one of the greatest cross courses I've ever had the opportunity to meet. Brilliant. Designed for a crosser, by a crosser. It even had the same big inflatable bengal tiger the football team uses for their pregame introductions! And we got to ride right through it's mouth! Sam did a magnificent job with this thing. Kudos, dude. We need more events like this.

Again, the Fitzy gang was out in force. Lots of orange and green. Every race had some. It's pretty cool to see out there. The men's race had a good crowd of maybe 15-20 riders. Off the gun, Sam went out with a dash with the rest of us strung out behind. Bergy bobbled getting clipped in off the start for some reason, but I expected to see his snakegreen bike come hissing by me any moment. Shonuff, there he was, passing me in a fury only until I got him back in another corner just ahead. Then he passed me again and I stuck on his wheel. Into the SOOOOOOPER tight tree section. I nudged his back wheel. Giddyup! Then, on a slightly tricky section transitioning from a concrete pad onto slightly off-camber grass, his front tire washed out and I, being a wheel length behind him at the time, promptly ran him over. I'm talkin completely ran him over monster truck style. Rear wheel, frame, both legs, fork, and front wheel. A perfect crusher maneuver. I couldn't believe I didn't go down. It definitely surprised me and I stalled a bit looking back to see if Bergy was ok and saw he was already getting to his feet. Well that's a good sign, I thought. I hope he's not injured or damaged. Before I knew it, he was back up to me and passed me again. I wanted him to get up there and go like I expected he should and then, he was gone. Up ahead and out of sight in pursuit of the leaders. I settled in to my usual anerobic threshold pace. A good cross racer has the ability to unleash short bursts of speed and power over the course of the hour during the race, but due to all my ultradistance running this past year, my legs don't possess this ability. I've trained them not to. So I become Mr. Consistency out there, favoring instead to maintain the same pace over the duration of the race. And I admit, the 50 yard sandy run-up was a KILLAH! Even for these runner legs.

If I haven't mentioned it before, the course was a B-L-A-S-T. I just wish I could go faster. This was one of those courses where faster was funner. I'm working on it. Feeling better with each passing race, but I'm running out of time. The season is winding down and now it's very dark and cold and scary when I'm released from my pen at work. All I wanna do is go run or ride, but it's tough when it's dark and 20 degrees. (Oh shut it you whimpering sissy and go train)

J9 took a second in the women's race after powering around the hilly course in her 42 tooth single ring. Sam ended up winning with his usual commanding style. Bergy was third. Fourth wasn't far behind him. And I was fifth, a couple minutes behind. Double-whew. Now I was feeling cooked. "Hey Mike! Wanna go run stairs?" Mike was hanging out during the race and our plan was to go to the ISU minidome and run bleachers for an hour or so after the race (his brilliant idea to prepare for the thousands of stairs lurking in the depths of the Grand Canyon waiting for us in three weeks. Well, the minidome was closed. So we did a run outside for an hour along some of the trails above Poki. I guess that served as a good cool-down?

Next up? A Sunday cross race in Salt Lake City this coming weekend. Then a weekend off. Then the Grand Canyon after Thanksgiving. And then... Portland! Another double-header cyclocross weekend and getting a long trail run in the Gorge on dirt! (The plan: Ruckle Ridge to the PCT then down Eagle Creek)

Hup! Hup!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Whether it be a stuffed turkey dinner on Thanksgiving, watching fireworks on the 4th of July, or pinning a tail on a paper donkey cutout on the wall during a youngster's birthday party, traditions are, well, traditional. They're reliable. We come to expect them and anticipate them. So, when September rolled around, I naturally began anticipating two of my favorite fall traditions: Cyclocross and running the Grand Canyon over Thanksgiving weekend.

Since pacing Trevor to his first 100 mile finish at Wasatch back in early September, most of my training has been on wheels. Yes, training wheels. I raced the Moose Cross cyclocross race here in Victor later in the month. And other than a few longish runs on some of the weekends (including a wet, windy, sloppy, muddy run on the Boundary Trail outside of Pocetello with my buddy Mike last weekend in which at one point we were running into a 30mph crosswind into an icy 40 degree driving rain for an hour or so), I've mostly been out riding.

A couple weeks ago, some buddies and I drove over to Ketchum, ID (Sun Valley) for a double-header weekend of cross racing: The Idaho State Championships. I got smoked, but that's beside the point. The point is, I love it. And I want more of it. I always will. Which brings me to the present.

This coming weekend, I'll be heading to Rexburg on Saturday to race the final race of The Cube cyclocross series they've been putting on again this year. Last year, I was able to hit all three races. This year, I'll only get the final race, but that's okay because then on Sunday, there's another race in Pocatello. Perfect. I'm trying to see if I can get down to Salt Lake City for one more weekend of cross racing over the next couple weeks and then, I'll be driving the plastic porsche down to the Grand Canyon for the annual double-crossing the Saturday after Thanksgiving.

And after that... more cross racing! Yeah! This time in the heartland of it all: Portland! The US Grand Prix series is holding a weekend of racing out at Portland International Raceway over the weekend of December 6-7 so Buddy and Jake (my cross bike) and I will be driving out there to mud it up and spend a few extra days hanging with the fam back in the hood and hopefully get into the Columbia River Gorge for a run around my favorite loop up Ruckle Ridge and down Eagle Creek.