Onto The Next One

December is an exciting time. The holidays are around us, surrounded by friends, family & cheer. Excitement is in the air for the coming of a new year. However, there is also sadness at the passing of the old one- perhaps unfulfilled resolutions, regrets, devastation...

On The Long Trail (of Life?) with mary

Post WTC 50k Cool Kids Crew

I feel so fortunate and grateful to be able to say that this year has been amazing; one of my best, really. Looking back, I have taken myself to new places, distances, mental reserves with great success and a smile. I set a personal best in the 50k by over an hour; traveled to the French Alps to run one of the hardest 100k races in the world, while experiencing living in a foreign country; I set a PR in the mile after a 10 mile workout in the am; I hiked about 100 miles of The Long Trail with one of my best friends & mentors; I ran my first 50 miler as a training race, and have trained harder than I ever have before. I still hold a sense of disbelief that I could do all of these things, but it just further supports my desire to set lofty goals and KNOW that I can achieve them. It also fuels my 20-year old ego that anything is possible... ;)

The Queen & I on Coastal

I cannot take all the credit, though. All of these dreams have been realized largely by the unending support I have received. My family cares so much about my athletic career and have been so selfless in helping me in any way they can. They genuinely desire to know how I am doing on a daily basis, what my sights are set on, and how they can fit in the picture. My mom, grandma and aunt flew to Europe to crew for me and be present to share in the experience of a lifetime. Most family members have been to almost all of my races, and I am so grateful for that. My coach, Meghan, and I started working together in March, and I am SO fortunate for her expert guidance, advice, and friendship. She pushes me hard in just the right way and I trust her 110%. Her workouts and training get me so excited to run each day and I always want to do my best. However, on the days when running sucks and I feel discouraged, she can pick me up and stop my whining. ;)

Quality Friends & Quality Badasses.

Finally, the running community I adore so much has taken me to great heights. With the love and encouragement from old friends, new friends, and everybody in between. I am always taken aback by the level of commitment and care exemplified by all the people involved in this wonderful sport. Volunteers at aid stations make them seem like parties & make all the difference in the world as we all chase PRs. Supporters and an ever-increasing fan base of this sport such as IRunFar make running-nerds like myself on top of the whos-who and what's being done happenings around the world. It's really quite amazing this culture we have, and I am so grateful to be a part of it.

This picture can't have words-Not even 1000

With all that said, we can put 2014 in the past and start looking ahead to 2015. It's been said often that it's not about the destination, but the journey. However, 2015 is looking to have several awesome destinations.  First, Bandera 100k is just around the corner; starting the year off with a bang. I am hoping to earn a ticket to Western States 100 mile through the Montrail Ultra Cup. This race is a big deciding factor in how the rest of the year will pan out. If not, I am still setting my sights on 100 miles. Perhaps Cascade Crest or Pine to Palm? Meghan and I will pick races accordingly to fill the gaps until then. There's still so much up in the air, but I am still excited and eager to see what the future holds & where my running will take me next (literally & figuratively!)

Mont Blanc in all her glory

One of the ways I define myself is that I am always making goals and trying to achieve them. Though this time of year reminds us to venture out and try new things or improve upon the old, I will always be creating new dreams regardless of the day-month-year. With that being said, I also just want to keep on doing what I love: dancing on trails, laughing with friends, exploring, and pushing myself farther & faster, through new life experiences. I am so excited to see what 2015 brings. I feel as if I have really defined myself and found my identity and I cannot wait to show who I am to the world. Plus, I turn 21 in June so I will soon be able to enjoy post race beers legally. ;)

Lastly, I'm so happy that The North Face, Julbo eyewear, & Petzl have taken a chance on me. I'm so excited to be a part of their families and represent trail running through them. They have given me the confidence and enthusiasm to pursue my absolute best & beyond.

And with that, we're Onto The Next One.

Sup.

My "First" Fifty. TNFECS Race Report

This weekend was everything I had hoped for and more. If you read my last blog post, you'd know that going into this, I was doubtful and hesitant. I had zero expectations of what would happen, and if anything, that I would blow up and fail. I was nervous and scared for the most part. CCC 100k was easier in that it was NOT that runnable due to the steepness and elevation gain, and so that made walking more efficient and totally okay.

This is usually everybody's A race. With a prize purse like that, who wouldn't put all their eggs into one basket? The competition was thick and I had no idea where I would play into all of this.

Meghan told me to go into it casually, this was not the focus, to take it easy until mile 45, then push hard.

Ma Clique. PC Brett Rivers

Friday before the race I had so much fun. I got to run with Bryon Powell, Eric Schranz, Mario Fraioli (IRunFar, UltraRunnerPodcast, Competitor Mag) as well as most of the TNF team- it was a fast taper run! whoops! After we got to collaborate in a research and development meeting about footwear and apparel. I had never been to one of these so it was super interesting! I also got to see all my SFRC friends and Mary, whom I had missed very much! My friend from NYC/VT Rachel Long flew out to do her first 50, too, so that was awesome catching up with her. All of a sudden the day had gone by and it was time for bed!

3 am. Ugh. Such an early start! I ate my oats, egg, blueberries, and coffee and my Dad and I headed to the headlands. Of course, being the rookie that I am, I forgot body glide (real smart for a wet and muddy course) and frantically had to borrow from super accomplished TNF ultra runner, Kami Semick (embarrassing!). The gun went off and we all filed out in a frenzied dash. I tried to keep it under control, but so fast! I was in the elite wave (!!), so everybody was on edge. The first two loops went by quickly and quietly. It was effortless. I got to share the sunrise with Michael Stricklan and the climb up Miwok to Tennessee Valley. That was mile 14, where I would see my crew- my mom and sister, Nicki. Wow. They were on it. Each time I saw them, Nicki would take the trash from my front pocket, my mom would put gels in my back pocket, and I would switch my water bottle for a full one. I don't think I spent more than 60 seconds at any aid station. At this point and at Cardiac later, I saw Bryon Powell taking pictures and I thought, oh no, if I'm seeing him I MUST be going way too fast! But It was such a comfortable pace! I kept thinking about an inevitable blow up...

Fast Start! PC TNFECS.

Running down the coastal trail and along the cliffs by Pirates Cove was magical. The fog and sun loved the landscape in a way I had never seen before- it was incredible. I made a friend and we talked for a bit. The he took off or I passed him, I can't quite remember. Before I knew it, I was at mile 18 at Muir Beach. Ellie Greenwood was there, unexpectedly, cheering runners on. I hit the station just under 3 hours. Which shocked me! Down the road, I saw my mom and sister cheering for me. I did not know they would be there, but it was such a welcome surprise!

Clowning around in the dark with Stricklan! (PC)

Next up was a giant climb up starting steep and then gradually tapering off to Cardiac. I thought for sure this was where the inevitable end would be. Last time I ran up this, it was an epic fail of all proportions. I was running up with a man from London, and we enjoyed some words, especially his accent! Then, I just kept running up and up and up- feeling perfectly fabulous. I caught up to Stricklan and passed him, getting some words of wisdom. At the Cardiac aid station, I grabbed some coke and refilled my bottle. The volunteers commented on how pretty my sparkly nail polish was! haha Running through Pantoll station, I again saw my mom & sis- another welcome surprise! Then onto my favorite trail in the Mt Tam area- Matt Davis.

Depiction of a "funsies" 50 mile race looks like.

Cruising through the redwoods and rushing streams was so delightful. I purposely splashed through it all! The out and back to McKennan Gulch was, in my opinion, especially tough and where I felt the worst all day. Not because it was necessarily difficult terrain or steep, but because the singletrack was so narrow and runners were whizzing past you in the opposite direction so fast. There was very little room for error. And constantly having to step up off the trail felt weird and kept me out of rhythm. However, I got to see so many familiar and smiling faces that I passed going out and back. I think this was the best part of the race, too. The community was really alive and flourishing. 99% of all people shouted out encouragements; "good job! way to go! nice work! hey kelsie! looking good! etc." It made me smile, laugh, and put a pep in my step.  Heading down into Stinson on the technical, wet trail was a little dodgy. I made a friend and we kept each other company with great conversation- he was a nurse so we had lots to talk about, which took my mind off of the task at hand.

"I'm listening to Demi!" love my crew!

Getting into the Stinson aid station, I again saw my family. I felt like I was a NFL player entering the superbowl the way that spectators were cheering and lining the road like a tunnel. Here I took two advil, which I could have done without, but I thought might be nice to take the edge off the stiffness. My new friend and I started the climb out of Stinson and up Steep Ravine. I kept thinking, okay, now this is where you'll blow up. After all, Stinson beach was mile 33.5 and I had hit my second best 50k time. But I just kept running up and soaking in the energy from the redwoods and greenery. A hiker was going down the trail and asked which way Stinson beach was. I flexed and laughingly responded in an Arnold Schwarzenneger-like voice, "The beach is that way". haha I couldn't resist and it was the PERFECT moment for that kind of stunt!

This is what 90% of the day looked like

Up at Cardiac, I prepared mentally for a long, hurting downhill back down the way we came up. By now, all the 50k-ers and marathoners were out on the course and so the trail was not only heavily trafficked, but destroyed. It was super slick, muddy, and dodgy in every way possible. On one of the sharp turns down Heather Cutoff I slipped on some mud and totally ate shit. literally. I was now covered in mud, my water bottle nozzle was brown and I was chewing on some grainy gross stuff for the remainder of the race. But I just laughed it off, thinking how silly I must look. I eventually caught up to friend Mario Diego and a female 50 miler. This gave me a little incentive to push a bit so I could stay in front of her. Finally seeing another woman after AGES sparked the competitive nature in me. However, I had a HUGE climb out of Muir Beach, so I was a bit uneasy. Up until that climb I felt like I literally had fresh legs and had just started running; the 40+ previous miles had no effect. This climb was the only spot in the race I really walked. Sure, I took a few steps here and there up steep parts, but never really, "walked". This was a grinder. I set my sights on a guy in a red singlet and tried my best to keep up fast hiking. I was getting a bit tired by the top and thankful for the downhill to Tennessee Valley, mile 45, where I'd see my family. This aid station was BUSTLING. Tons of people and so much commotion. I didn't really pay attention to anything that was going on, except for my mom and sister. I grabbed two Gus from them and my new refilled water bottle and immediately started heading up Marincello; the last climb.

All Business heading into Tennesse Valley

My eyes set on hunting down Luanne & Jon

At the start of the climb, I saw Jon Bretan, who was coming out of a rough patch. He looked at me and went, "kelsie?! okay, if you're running up this, I have to, too." And then he took off. Thank god, because I was prepared to walk this one. But I slowly tried to keep him in sights and make my way up the hill. Meghan had said to go hard the last 5 miles and so I was really pushing at this point. My ipod died, I was tired, mentally hurting and now physically feeling all of those miles before. I wouldn't call it a low point, but it definitely wasn't comfortable from here on out. As we neared the Alta aid station, I shared a couple meters with a man in an orange shirt. He told me he had two daughters and that I was super inspiring for him and that he cannot wait to tell them I was up there running with him for 50 miles. He was the one who really turned it on for me. He told me, "okay, you will definitely break 9 hours, now you have to go for it!" I'm so grateful for that extra push and boost in confidence. I took off down the hill, giving everything I had. I caught Luanne Park, fellow Tamalpan, and also Jon Bretan. We raced it in together. I felt like I was sprinting. The cheers from the finish line were audible and I was gritting my teeth. That last little uphill on the road really, really sucked. I felt like I might have kicked too early and that I'd pass out right before the finish. But I heard my name and kept going. God, that finish line felt so good. I was so happy to cross it and be done!

The Best feeling.

I finished 112th overall, 18th female, and 1st in my 20-24 age group in 8:57.03. I really was astounded at the whole day. I had so much fun, smiling, laughing, dancing and singing along the course. I got to splash through mud and make friends, while seeing so many others. The aid station volunteers and spectators were so efficient, helpful, and set the bar extremely high for all other races. I am still in shock that I felt so good for so long and so comfortable at that distance.

The damage.

Jon Bretan & I

Post race, I got to hang out with some awesome friends, share in our accomplishments, trade stories, and recover well. I even got to swim in the Pacific Ocean for "ice bath" recovery! Now, I feel perfectly fine. My body isn't sore and I have no fatigue. So, I am super excited for Bandera 100km the first weekend of January! Western States ticket, I'm coming for you!

Rob Krar & I

Blue Skirt Posse- this chica is awesome!

This race and weekend wouldn't be possible with all the friends & family that support me so much. I am so grateful to my family as they are my #1 fans and the best support crew! My coach, Meghan Arbogast, has the best advice, and knows how to push me hard in training in just the right way. We work so well together and she is ever so patient with some of my whining and self-doubts! My trail running family up in the bay offers encouragement and advice that I would be lost without. A big thank you to The North Face for giving me the confidence and believing in my goals as an athlete.

Gear used:
TNF better than naked singlet & skirt
TNF arm warmers & Ultra Cardiac shoes
Petzl Tikka RXP headlamp
Nathan 18oz handheld bottle (2)
S! caps every hour
14 Gu gels (every 40 min, then every 30min 2nd Cardiac on)
coke 3x at various aid stations
Stance compression 1/4 calf socks.
Taylor Swift & Drake & Others on the iPod shuffle

Before the shenanigans... Heading into TNFECS 50miler.

Wowie. Is it already December?!
This quarter flew by. It seemed that just the other day I was admiring the chamois on Brevent and sipping espressos in Italy... Then again, the days have been dragging on at school while I've been away in dreamland...

Though who could complain with these trails?!

I can't believe I'm already at raceweek for my "first" 50 miler. I haven't really given it that much thought other than occasional panic attacks and general dreading of how slow it could potentially be. This quarter, post CCC, has gotten off to a rocky and less ideal start with Mono and Lyme disease, but I believe I have an iron horse of an immune system and beat them both into submission. This garnered me at least one solid month or so of consistent training. I trust in it 100%. however this is also not a goal race. Bandera 100k is what I am thinking about on my long runs and before bed when I'm doing core staring up at the ceiling... I want that ticket to WS100!! Let's hope I can curb back my competitive spirit!



I am super excited to see what happens in the next month, at TNF50 and Bandera. Each week, I've been building my miles, putting in some vert, while also dropping my times in my workouts. My workouts have been fabulous. Its the one day of the week I truly look forward to. I am so excited to be running faster, negative splitting, feeling confident-free-strong-relaxed while consistently surprising myself. (I think the best part is that now I also don't need to take a two hour nap after!)

See you at mile 30. Muir Woods via Dipsea Trail

The only downside to the past couple weeks is that I've been running, for the most part, solo. Most ultra runners swear by running solo and they "truly" enjoy it. Yeah, that's good and all sometimes, but I love talking, playing, sharing my adventures! I can be a pansy sometimes and need someone with me to help keep me sane and away from doubtful thoughts, too. Because of my training, work and school schedule, running with friends is typically the only real "social" outlet I have. However, my training partners have been tapering/recovering from awesome performances, so that is inspiring me to work hard just to keep up!

I love my friends. PC Tera Dube

So, it's the end of the quarter, TNF50 is here, and I am in a completely unproductive, uncontrollable, state of high energy craziness. Cheers to a fabulous weekend of mud, miles, friends & lots of shenanigans!

PS On another note, I am in the IrunFar women's preview!!!! Though my name is just a footnote, watch out, maybe soon it will be under the headline! ;)

Pre TNF10k 2010. My 1st trail race

Running with Mono

Two weeks ago, I found the reason I had been feeling so crappy lately: I have mono. Mono is a virus that is transmitted primarily through saliva- sharing drinks, meals, etc. Once you get mono, the virus is always in your system, but it is just inactive. It can be reactivated through physical exertion, compromising the immune system, and high stress. People that are infected with mono typically are exhausted all the time; and the only real remedy is lots and lots of sleep and rest. It can last from weeks to months and the severity of the symptoms range greatly.

It's affecting my running- I can't run on flat roads!

According to my blood test, this is the second time I have had mono, however I cannot remember when I would have had it the first time! My guess is that I got it reactivated either right before my CCC race (I was sick ALL raceweek) or the race pushed my immune system and bodily stress over the edge with the lack of sleep, physical exertion, weather, etc. The lines are blurry between race fatigue and mono fatigue, so I am unsure as to when I got it. However, my doctor said anywhere from four weeks ago to 2.5 months ago. I also apparently have Lyme disease, which is bacterial infection most commonly transmitted by tick bites (guess I should go bushwacking to find new trails!). It can be cured by early treatment of doxycycline antibiotics, but it also causes great fatigue. So, in short, there is a small party of virus and bacteria in me that is raging so hard I need to sleep all the time.

My heart was happy here

My best friends

I don't have too drastic of symptoms though. I'm tired, mostly in the afternoon, but with naps and long nights of sleep I'm fine. I can handle my schoolwork and my training and work. If I do too much in a day without much of a break then I get super fatigued, but I am exercising the concept of listening to my body. If I feel like I am digging myself in a hole or my run feels like more of a drag, then I will just turn around and wait for another day. Two wednesdays ago I was supposed to do mile repeats hard with a HR monitor to see where I was at. I only did 3/4 of the ones assigned. The third one was so much slower and I was so spent by then. During my recovery jogs in between I literally felt like I was going to fall asleep. So I stopped and just did my cool down. Thursday I did not run. I was so stressed and had three big tests spread over an 8 hour period of straight class & lab. It just wasn't going to happen when I got out of class at 8pm. All that weekend I was so exhausted and didn't have the time to run the miles given with all the sleep I needed.

These fall colors, unreal!

This past week I put in all my required miles, which felt like such an incredible accomplishment! However, my wednesday workout was again crap. But I am working on that! This weekend I took a little getaway to Tahoe. After work on Saturday night I drove up to the mountains and crashed on Rory Bosio's couch (She is the most generous and sweetest!). She had just finished a hospital shift so she spent the day sleeping in and other activities while I joined my coach Meghan Arbogast and Mark for a run. It was a lovely "22" miles (garmin read 21- were calling it 22) from Spooner lake, up to Marlette Lake, through the aspens to Snow Valley Peak, then back along the TRT course to Spooner.
My heart was soaring with happiness to run through the lovely trees, the fall colors, the glistening lake and smooth granite. I danced through the first 13 miles smiling, laughing, and skipping along.  However, I hit a wall of exhaustion. I normally never feel any fatigue from the altitude, but this was definitely due to my compromised immune system. My legs were fine, but I felt like I was sleepwalking at some points! It was a fabulous day and I loved running with Meghan. The next morning, I got to do a short loop in Rory's backyard up Donner pass and it was great! I felt way better and like I could do that loop again and again. It was sad to leave the mountains and head back to SLO, but it is like I am emotionally recharged.

Meghan charging ahead

Queen on her throne

It's hard because I have so many goals and obviously want to be the best I can be in several areas- school, running, and my job. It's hard that I am not consciously in control, my immune system is. I can't force myself to study for more than four hours at a time, which sets me back in the competition for As. My workouts, which before gave me such joy and accomplishment, are crap and a struggle. My long runs aren't all that long and I grow more tired as the miles go on. However, I guess this can be a sort of character building experience. It is so emotionally vexing to not be in control and frustrating to be trying so hard, but to no avail. It is also hard to deal with since I have not done anything in terms of causing injury, but I guess abide by time. A lesson in patience, which I am so bad with. I'll give it my best effort, but I guess eventually it will show.

Anyone up for a swim?

As Reality Sets Back In...

The Pacific Ocean.

I don't quite know how to out into words how deeply I have been affected by my stay in the mountains. It has been just over a month since my race and nearly 2.5 weeks that I have been back in San Luis obispo CA. Every night I dream I am still in the Alps. I climb higher. Snow is crunching under my shoes as the morning sunrise filters in. I laugh and smile, filled with joy to be sharing this moment with a friend who is just ahead. At the top of Brevent we rest a moment, make breakfast plans and then take off down the endless switchbacks at top speed. We are dancing, leaping, singing... I have picked nearly a bouquet of flowers and placed them all in my hair. "J'aimerai une cappuccino et croissant" echoes through my mind...
Waking up is hard. It's hot and stuffy in my apartment and I look out my window to see the neighborhood frat stars picking up red cups in their backyard. Sadly, there will be no croissant or sunrise mountain summit. My day will instead be consumed with frantically studying and desperately trying to remember how to draw the chemical mechanisms for glycolysis.

Sunrise Summit in SLO instead

It's really hard to be back from a magical dreamland place. As a young, imaginative, impressionable, wide eyed person, I was drawn in by the allure of the people, the tall mountains, and euro culture. I have already begun to plan my return.
But I must accept it and find joy in other things for the time being. My memories and dreams serve as motivation to finish my undergrad degree, work hard and diligently at my job, and gain more running experience so I can soon be back in France.
It hasn't all been terrible; I really shouldn't be complaining. I go to a very good school with great trails. My job was waiting for me when I got back, and everybody I work with makes me so happy all the time. My classes are very fascinating (which also makes them incredibly hard) but my professors are supportive and super cool.

Girl Power Rocks!

Since the race, I have felt exhausted all the time. To quote Rory, "I feel like I am dragging a piano behind me". At first I thought I wasn't recovering well and that the race had taken a lot more out of me than I thought. Then I thought, okay. A month later? It must be my iron. I have been sleeping whenever possible: long nights and naps all the time. Turns out, I have mono. This explains quite a lot- while I have had some quality training sessions, many of my runs have been dragging, slow, hard and I haven't been able to hit a groove. It's very frustrating, as this is my escape back into the dreamland, and I have so much work to do with my busy school schedule.

Workout Wednesday!

Despite the sickness, I am still kicking. I'm highly functional. I've been hitting the track weekly and the fast pace is exhilarating and consistent. It's exciting how "comfortable" it feels. Though it most always means I am wicked sore the next two days! I am also back to long runs with Tera Dube, my boss and super rad ultra runner. Just this past Saturday we ran 20 miles out at Santa Margarita Lake, which is just outside of slo. It was beautiful and all new trails! Yippee! A couple of other women (and one guy; girl power yeah!) joined us, including "Lil D" Denise Bourassa. I felt like a wuss for dragging at some points since she just finished the Ultra Grand Slam in a dominant fashion, but her ultra experience is so widespread and she is a pro, after all...

Oh Oh those summer nights!

I am psyched to continue working with Meghan as I prepare to tackle the TNF endurance challenge 50mi in December. (Fun fact of the day: TNF EC 10km in 2011 was my first trail race. Boy was it a big time learning experience!) though I am still not 100% and this mono is seriously putting a damper on my training volume & quality, I can't express how happy I am to have Meghan as my coach. I've never felt stronger or been able to execute training quite like this before. My race was unreal and I attribute my ability to finish it to the great coaching & melodious way we can work together. 2015 is still in the works, but we will come up with something challenging, adventurous and exciting!

New trails lead to new views

My beautiful RNA isolation 2nd to right.

Well, I have a genetic engineering biotechnology and metabolism midterm this Thursday so I must get back to studying... Stay tuned! Très bisous!

Ultra Trail du Mont Blanc: CCC 100k Race Report

Race day.
I could not sleep the night before. I was so freaking excited. It was really hard to calm down and get some rest. In the morning I woke up and ate breakfast and drank my coffee, then made my way over to the square. For us, since we started in courmayeur, Italy we got a free ride through the tunnel from chamonix. My mom and grandma came along too and it was so cool to show them the first climb and to see courmayeur. I love that town. It's so small, very Italian, and just has a great vibe.

Everything laid out & ready!

Getting in the start corral was nerve racking. They were playing dramatic music and the French-Italian announcer was shouting into the mic as if he were announcing a soccer game! There were thousands of people all crowded into the street. Of course, Gina Lucrezi, new friend & badass US runner, and I had to go to the bathroom ten minutes before the start so instead of just peeing on the side of the road we opted to climb out and go right next to the bank in the trees in front of everybody. Hahaha my mom and grandma were appalled but such is ultra racing!

101km to go

My grandma, mom & I!

During the start and our run trough the town streets there were gopro drones flying all around and people were hanging out of every window, balcony and street corner cheering us on with cowbells and horns. I've never experienced anything like that and I couldn't help but grin and wave to the families.

After taking a tour of courmayeur, the race gets right down to business with a 10km climb to tête de la troche with ***m gain. We poured onto a single track trail and immediately started hiking. I pulled out my poles and followed the long train of runners up. It was pretty cool to look up and see a line of runners zig zag up the mountain and then below see the line trail off into the trees. Up at the top, everybody started running fast downhill to the first aid station, Bertone. Once there, I took a sip of coke and kept on my way. At this point I was running and at a very breezy pace. The trail rolled up and down with sweeping views of the glaciers and mountains. It was breathtaking. Before the race I had completely forgotten to sharpie the course profile and aid stations on my arm so I was kind of running blind as to where I was headed. I knew there was another big climb ahead, but I didn't know where and kept getting "faked out" by mini climbs that looked giant.

One of the Aid Station parties

I then pulled down my pants for all to see. #chafingsucks

Two really important questions I learned to ask were "c'est loin la refuge?" (Is The refuge far?) & "combien kilomètre jusqu'à la refuge?" (How many kilometers to the refuge?). At the bottom of the first downhill I came to the first big aid station, Arnuva. People were lining the course on the way cheering and yelling your name. "Allez Kelsie allez!" "Tres beau!" At that aid station I had some coke, coffee, filled my water flasks, and drank some soup. The soup and coffee were amazing and quickly became the aid station staple. They also had giant platters of fruit- dried and fresh, salami, dried sausage, chocolate, tea, and I'm sure other things. I tried not to linger and just went on my way. At the aid stations and major checkpoints, they had volunteers out there scanning our bibs, which was pretty legit and cool.

Soon we started climbing again up to the col du ferret. It was another long monstrous climb, but the views were again insane and I actually enjoyed it! The wildflowers on the hill were every type and color imaginable and the light shining through the clouds hit the grass in such a way as to illuminate each hill and cascade of rock. At the top I stopped to put my poles back in my pack as I had 20km of downhill. Kim Gaylord had told me earlier before Europe that the downhill and valley part was super runnable so I was looking forward to banking some time. This was not the case. I was having issues not being able to go to the bathroom and my stomach cramped the whole way down. It was painful and I was very slow. It was also very steep and painful. The downhill and rolling gravel road alongside the river to La Fouly. La fouly was a giant aid station and once I scanned in, the announcer shouted to the crowd "Kelsie Clausen arrive à la fouly! Elle est américain et la pommier espoir femme!" (Kelsie arrived at la fouly! She is American and the first espoir female- Which is my age group). At this station I drank my coffee & coke, ate bananas wrapped in salami (go down faster) and drank my noodle soup. I was confused about the course and thought champex, the halfway mark, was much closer. I was surprised la fouly was so big because I thought champex was just down the road maybe 5km... Thankfully I had eaten (thinking I could breeze through champex) because when I asked how far to champex, a man replied "quatorze kilomètre". 14 kilometers. Fml. I started running, weaving through the woods along the river. I was having a really rough low point and was super discouraged that champex was far. I was already about 7-8 hours in and feeling very crappy. I walked-jogged along, and just kind of sulked. I was so far deep in the pain cave at that point and was kind of falling apart. Then we got to go a little uphill and weave through a forest trail. On my shuffle, a song I really liked came on so I started singing along. I started moving faster, passing people on the uphill while actually running. I was bringing myself out of that dark place. I don't think all the men I passed liked that some young American girl singing Taylor swift or some Disney song was flying past. Eventually we got to a small town and we weaved through it. Champex was taking forever to get to, but at least all the families and townspeople were out waving and cheering. Small children crowded the roadside and held out their hands for high fives. I felt like a super star whenever this happened.

Not my finest moments

We came out of the town and started climbing up this giant hill with no town in sight. I asked around but nobody spoke English. A man pulled out a map of the profile and showed me that we had a big climb to get up to champex. Again, the course threw a curveball that I had forgotten about. Ugh. I got back into my dark hole as it was too steep and hard to sing and the miles were catching up to me.

Putting my head down leaving Champex. Primal Mode: <ON>

I finally got to champex and was welcomed by my aunt who ran with me into the aid station. I was so relieved to see them after 9 hours it was incredible the emotions I felt. My mom rushed around inside to get me some food and I sat down for a bit to eat it and prepare my pack with picky bars and gels for the next bit. My grandma and aunt watched from behind the wall as I sat sullenly looking at my feet and sipping my soup. I had no energy to do anything and just felt like crap. Everybody in the aid station also got to see me pull down my pants and put stuff all over my inner thighs for the chafing. I walked out of the aid station 12 mins later with my family for a bit. I told them how long it might take for the next climb and descent to trient and then I was on my way.

I ran along the lake and down a sort of fire road that was flat. Something must have just clicked because I started to feel better and just busted up the climb to bovine/ la Giete. Kim had said this was a really difficult climb to get a rhythm on and feel good, but I thought I was cruising up. I didn't think it was too bad. It had started to rain in champex so I had my rain jacket on and buff since it was cold. Up near the top there was a giant field full of the biggest cows I had ever seen. I had heard the cowbells and so I thought it was the top and people cheering. But my spirits were brightened as I really loved the beautiful sound the bells made. At the top it had gotten dark so I traded out my petzl rxp for the buff. The man said I had cinq 5 km to trient and I took off. I was running/flying downhill. I really owe a lot of it to the petzl. The light was so bright and the reactive setting helped when I would look ahead to see how much more downhill there was. I came into trient and was again greeted by my family. This stop was very efficient and I walked with them out again very quickly. I don't think I ever spent more than ten minutes at a station other than champex. My main goal was to keep moving towards the finish. I didn't want to stop for a while just because I knew I could stop at the finish and wanted it to be done faster.

Happy in Trient

The next climb up Catogne was harder in my opinion. There was lots of really rocky and scree-like sections or creek crossings. I had noticed two women I was yo yo-ing with all day and I got a little competitive. On the downhill to vallorcine I passed a woman and rushed to get out of sight so she couldn't chase me. But that downhill was a lot harder and it took me a while to get down. I felt like I was hiking downhill and I had to use my poles to support myself as my hamstrings were gone and my quads were beaten. I commiserated with an Aussie for a bit but then he took off. I got into vallorcine and it was just my mom there. I took a Tylenol pill and rushed out (I saw another woman there and wanted to get in front of her). My mom had told me I was around 13,14th at champex and so I was super excited that I might break into the top ten. Leaving vallorcine, I grabbed a dry pair of gloves and started running. It was rolling along the river and I finally knew this part of the trail. I knew what was coming and where to go. For the first time all day, I was completely alone. There were no headlamps in front of behind me and nobody along the course. It was just ten after midnight when I left so most of the little town was probably asleep! I ran past a bar and everybody was out blowing vuvuzelas and cheering and told me I was very fast and looked good. (In French of course). When people are out standing in the middle of the night to watch you struggle run by, you can't help but smile and shout back "merci beaucoup! Bon soir!!" From vallorcine I knew I had one more climb up col de montets to the tête aux vents then it was "all" downhill to flegere and chamonix. I had tunnel vision for the finish. Everybody had told me that the last climb was the worst and the slowest and the hardest.

Excited to be running through the night?

But I flew up to the Tête aux vents. I passed so many people on such rough terrain. I didn't feel any pain or soreness or fatigue. I was too excited. I could see why it would be so hard, because there were lots of big steps and parts where I actually had to use my hands to climb up rocks. At the top the officials told me I had dix 10km to go. I took off running thinking flegere was close and it was all downhill. It was not. It was super rocky, not runnable terrain, and rolling (mostly uphill) to flegere. The rocks were wet and slick with mud and the rain. A couple times I had to get on my butt and slide down for fear of tripping and falling. This part was discouraging. I retreated back into the dark corner of my pain cave and stayed there. My iPod died and I was left with silence and darkness all around me. The worst part was that I could see the lights of flegere (the last aid station at a ski lift) but it seemed I wasn't making any progress. There wasn't anybody around me and I realized it would take me maybe another hour to get to chamonix. My feet were tired and sore and I didn't have any more gels with me. (After 8 hours the picky bars got really old and I had to keep forcing them down. I abandoned eating them after 15 hours when I got to vallorcine). Finally I made it up the very pronounced hill to flegere but saw a woman just in front. I snuck my way past her and completely bypassed the aid station. I just wanted it all to be over as fast as possible. The downhill to chamonix was long and hard. It was steep and hurt a lot. I needed to use the poles and slowly made my way down. Once I hit the pavement road I started running. I knew the course weaves trough town so I was mentally prepared for the fake outs. I ran as fast as I could (probably jogging speed) through town. It was shocking to see so many people out and about cheering me on. It was 3:45 am after all!!

All smiles.

Rounding the final turn and seeing the grand arch is the best thing I had seen all day. I crossed the line amidst photographers flashing pics, families cheering and an official shouting like the man at the start. I immediately sat down and started bawling. All the emotion I didn't have to energy to feel pent up for almost 19 hours came pouring out. I didn't know how to react after finishing the hardest thing I had ever done. I had run 101km (63mi), climbed/descended 6110+m (20,000') in 18:53 minutes. I was 275th overall, 21st female and won my age group as the youngest finisher (ever?). My family was there to congratulate me and share the amazing moment.

No words.

I really can't describe the finish in words or even expressions. It felt so good and so deeply affected me that this is pretty much all I can say about it.

After the race, I went back to my moms hotel and tried to sleep. My legs were in so much pain that all I could do was lie there. In the morning I got up and did some more walking around which really helped. I felt better as the day progressed. Unfortunately, I didn't really have much of an appetite. The only thing I ate post race was a pizza, some bread and gelato.

How to recover properly

Gina & I!

In the afternoon, I got to watch the first utmb finishers arrive. When François arrived you would have thought the queen of England was finishing. The streets were packed with people, the announcers going crazy, the dramatic theme song blaring, cameras everywhere. He had broken the course record and it was just so exciting to watch it all unfold. A couple hours later I went back to watch rory bosio, who I'm very proud to call my friend, win for the second year in a row. I felt overwhelmed with happiness to see her cross the line. She did all her little jumps and dances and curtsying for the cameras and crowd in typical utmb drama fashion.

This girl rocks!

Later that night we all went out dancing at a local bar. I'm still impressed how late she stayed out and all her dancing shenanigans... You must get a superpower if you win!! Haha

Sunday morning there was the award ceremony. It was verrrryyyy long and dramatic and all in French. It was thrilling though. I'm very inspired and now determined to return for the full utmb and make my way onto that stage. For winning my age group I won the best prize ever. I got a TNF backpack with a gift certificate to TNF and a big cowbell with an inscribed leather handle. The cowbell is now one of my favorite possessions. It has such a beautiful sound and sentimental worth.

My most prized possession!

Unfortunately my time in chamonix has come to an end. I spent 26 days in the most beautiful, cultural, fun mountain town. I am already dreaming of coming back and I already miss it greatly. The opportunities I had, the people I met, food eaten, the trails run and sights seen will forever be etched in my memory as the trip of a lifetime.

J'ADORE FRANCAIS!

I am so so grateful for everybody who had helped me get here and finish this amazing race. My family has been so supportive of me running at all hours of the day and night to prepare and going to the aid stations to crew me. That was the highlight to get me moving along and I couldn't have done it without them. The community of runners and friends have me shocked with their love and care and congratulations. I'm taken aback by all the support. My coach Meghan is awesome. She is a badass ultra runner and has really helped me build the confidence and physical/mental ability to get through something this epic. I completely trust in her training, advice and have very much appreciated her feedback. I would be stumbling aimlessly around Mont Blanc without her!

I also want to thank The North Face for all their support and kindness. Their apparel was so great that I had no need to touch the other gear in my pack. The many people behind the brand that I got to meet have been so kind and encouraging as well.

Lastly, thank you to Taylor Swift and Disney for getting me out of the bad times :)

Gear used:
Salomon sense 12 set
Black diamond Z poles
Salomon waterproof gloves (required gear)
TNF e tip gloves (much warmer)
TNF t shirt, long sleeve, arm warmers, capris, feather lite jacket and rain jacket, rain pants
Victory sports design buff
Lulu lemon beanie
Julbo sunglasses
Swift wick socks
Salomon sense ultra sg
2xu calf sleeves
Picky bars & Gu gels
2 Petzl rxp headlamps

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