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Mad Trapper Finale: Showdown in the Snowshoes

Wow! I’ve been so excited and happy with my result in the last Mad Trapper snowshoe race of the season that I couldn’t find the time to blog about it! Can you believe that? Well, it’s partly true. I thought about writing up the story Saturday afternoon, but that seemed too ambitious. Then, life got in the way for a couple days, but here I am to fill you all in on my winter race-season closing race. As some of you may have already looked at the pictures and/or read Mike’s own race report, you’ve probably heard that I WON first place overall!! No joke! I’ve looked back on all my race results, and it turns out this is only the 2nd time I win 1st place overall in a race. Last time was in August of 2007! While some of the top guns were not present this time, it was still a hard-fought battle, and I invite you all to read on for the rest of my happy story.

For starters, this race capped off a busy month, where I took part in four separate events. First was the 3rd Mad Trapper race, followed the next week by the Winterlude Triathlon. I had a week off from racing, then it was off to the 50km Gatineau Loppet last week, and finally capped off by this event. I made sure I recovered between events, and didn’t train too hard, but I was still pleased that I was still able to push myself so hard. Things are looking good for some of the longer races that I plan to do this summer. At any rate, it’ll be good to take March off in order to prepare for the Boston Marathon, which is my next major event in the calendar. But what about this race?

Well, weather was once again the wild card. Snow was still not plentiful or generous to us leading up to the race. A couple days, we got big dumps of snow, but the temperature would also spike, leading to a lot of slushy messes in the city. Luckily, at the race site, things fared better, with the snow staying longer, but being extremely heavy. We’d all learn soon just how heavy. I put together a hasty car-pool before the event, and four of us drove out to the race, in an attempt to be as zero-impact as we could, which is the spirit of these races as well. On arrival, we saw that the assembled racers were pretty much the same faces from all the events. There’s always a few new people, but it’s surprising how few people are willing to make the [easy] 40 minute drive to Ottawa for such a spectacular event. These run like clockwork and have so much to offer. What does Mike have to do to get people out there?!!?

At any rate, the big story is the race, right? Well, the sun was shining this morning and as a result, we had the luxury of dressing down for the first time this season. No jackets or hats this time, just tights and a long-sleeve tee. Gilles, another front-runner opted for an even simpler shorts and gaiters combo. Fashionable and functional 🙂 At the start line, it was clear right away that there was a chance I could pull something special out of my own ‘hurt locker’. The top 3 guys were not here this day (Andrew, James, or Alex), and I didn’t see any big wild card racers lining up at the front. As such, there were about 5 of us that I thought might be overall contenders and I vowed to myself to stay in touch with the lead longer than ever before. Might be hard with the snow, but here goes nothing…

Mike counted down the start, and I fired myself up for a strong start. We’d first be taking on the flat course, and finishing with the hilly course. In the 1st loop, that would mean breaking trail in deep, wet snow, but for the 2nd lap, we’d have a packed trail, as the 5k racer were doing only that trail. In my mind, I was pretty sure that would favour me, as my light frame and endurance capacity would fare well on the final steep hills. Or so was my plan. At the word ‘go’, I stepped right into the snow trail of John Ranson, who chose to take the early lead on Lap 1. Of course, there were 2-3 others right on my tail, and put me in a panic early, as I wasn’t sure I’d have the energy to keep it up the whole way. I just gritted my teeth and thought of the Olympic spirit, and pushed hard.

And hard it was! That snow was insane. Mike had pre-walked the course, so there was a track, but it was one single pair of footsteps using a short gait and pressed deep in the snow. For me, it felt like I was doing some sort of tire-running drill you see them do in football, as your feet went deep down, the top of the snowshoes piled up with snow, then you had to explode up, showering your neck and back with cold wet snow as you made your next stride. Luckily, it seemed everyone else had the same challenge, so I maintained my position for the entire first lap, exchanging only a few words with John in front and Gilles behind me, as we were racing too hard for any sustained chatting.

I felt great coming down the hill after Lap 1, flying fast and hard, and not willing to slow down for nutrition. I ditched my headband, and tried to grab my drink bottle, but missed. Luckily, James, who was watching, was nice enough to pass me his bottle, so I managed to grab a quick gulp before carrying on to lap 2. What a relief it was to start that lap, as we now had a nice flat track to follow and could go more on ‘cruise control’. I knew the real race was about to start, and felt that I’d kept enough in the tank to make a challenge. At one point in lap 1, John had made a little sprint getaway, which certainly put a fright in me, but I had tracked him back down. However, he didn’t seem to be fading like he had in the last race, and I speculated he was holding back to ensure I didn’t get ahead at the end.

Meanwhile, behind me, Gilles and one other person were also being very persistent. Our order had gone pretty much unchanged for the past half hour, and I was getting nervous. What exactly was going to happen? A few times during the first half of lap 2, John would get a little ahead of me, but I’d catch back up on the hairy descents. Talk about pressure and tension! Finally, I decided to do a gut check and make a decision about whether I wanted this race or not. This was as good a chance as I’d ever have to put my stamp on a snowshoe race. I waited till about 2/3rds through the lap, when we got to the last 2 really steep hills. This was where I’d make my stand. When John slowed to a shuffle on the bottom of a steep hill, I said ‘passing left, I’m gonna try to make a move here’, to which he replied ‘go for it’. After all, I wouldn’t be content sneaking a victory on the final sprint, I really wanted to come out on top.

Once past John, I focused on just pushing hard and RUNNING up the steep hills, hoping my lungs and heart would hold out till the finish, which was still about a kilometer and a half or more away. My other concern was that Gilles would take this chance to attack both John and I. I did my standard mental game of “he’s right on your tail” to keep moving fast. I hazarded a glance back a few times, and to my surprise, I saw only daylight! On the final big hill, I kept pushing hard just to make sure, but it was soon obvious there was no threat of losing now. Before I knew it, I was barreling down the final downhill chute to the finish and throwing my arms in the air. Much to my surprise (and others at the finish too!), nothing else happened for a full 1 minute and 15 seconds. Yup, I had a very comfortable margin of victory to my credit! I was elated. After all the tough stuff I’ve been dealing with and working through, this was a bit of vindication for me. John and Gilles finished close together, with Gilles actually doing a nice faceplant when trying to pull out a finishing sprint. Too funny. We the congratulated each other at the finish and had a couple pictures taken. Perfect end to a perfect race with great friends and competitors!

I won’t keep you all much more than this, as the rest of the story should be well known by now. Of course, I’m talking about the post-race social, which is as legendary or more so than the race itself. It always feels like we’re just sitting in a living room with friends at the end. A living room with a full spread of food, prizes, and lots of great stories. Everyone who had taken part had a great time, and this being the last race of the season, the series champions were crowned. Most weren’t on site, but Tanya Hanham managed to dominate the women’s 10k series and as a result got an awesome pair of Atlas Race snowshoes. Not bad for a first season racer who normally only rides bikes! The 5k champs were also crowned, receiving bottles of wine for their accomplishments. Alex was the overall 10k winner, which had already been determined prior to this race. The other exciting news for me? My victory today had actually propelled me into 3rd place overall for the 2009-10 series in points! Awesome. That matches my prior standing from another series.

I didn’t get any prizes for winning 1st in this race or 3rd in the series, but I still managed to get some nice recognition by Mike. He called me up for a prize in light of my ongoing support of the race and my attempts to get more people to come out, as well as blogging all about it. So once again, I implore you one and all to sign up for one or all of these races next winter. I PROMISE you’ll have a good time and will at least walk away with a smile on your face and a belly full of food. Plus, you’d get to hang out with ActiveSteve 🙂 So endeth my chilly tale. Hope you’ve liked it, and that you’ll come back again and read more of my race stories. Till then, rest up, train hard, and see you on the race course!

Successful Season Opener for 2010

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog posts from Africa in order to bring you the latest race report from ActiveSteve. It’s been a pretty hectic weekend out in the frigid Ottawa region for me. Although the temperatures barely rose above -20degC all weekend, it didn’t keep me from skiing, snowshoeing, skating, and just generally making the most of what we get here in the winter. It was also my 2010 race season opener, taking the form of a 10k snowshoe race. This was the 3rd of 4 races put on by Mike Caldwell as the Mad Trapper snowshoe race series. The course for Saturday was the ‘combined course’, which meant one lap of the infamous ‘hilly’ route, and a 2nd lap consisting of the ‘flatter’ route. There were actually a few tweaks to the course, which made it more like 9k, but it was still plenty challenging. I managed to capture some pictures and a couple videos, which I’ve posted on flickr, but not many. For the full details of how it went down, read on friends.

Now, it’s no secret that I’m a big fan of the races put on out at the Ark. Not only is the atmosphere top notch, but the terrain is fun and challenging, and always attracts a fun group of local racers. Admittedly, a lot of people have also declared in no uncertain terms that they come out as much for the food as they do for the racing, so that tells you something about the kind of event going on less than an hour from Ottawa. If you’re reading this, enjoy snowshoeing (or trail running in the summer), and haven’t yet made the trip out, you should really consider joining us for a race. Heck, just come out and hike the course if you’d like. No one is there to judge you (well, almost no one :-).

Upon returning home from Africa, I unfortunately came down with a nasty cold that kept me down for the better part of a week, and I’m still not at 100%, being left with a little congestion and some coughing. However, I returned to training quite hard this past week, and felt I was in good enough form to challenge the big dogs for snow supremacy. Of course, I always feel that way until the starting gun goes off and the top guys basically bury me. Where do they get the damn speed I keep asking myself? My only real plan was to try and get a couple decent nights of sleep on Thursday and Friday in order to be as fresh as possible for Saturday morning. I was mostly successful on that front, so no excuses from me!

As usual, I fueled up with a nice breakfast of oatmeal (maple and brown sugar if you must know), and a litre of Nuun on the drive to the Ark. The temperatures were pegged at somewhere around -28 or lower with the windchill, so I brought a wide array of clothes to choose from at the start. Upon arrival, I opted out of any sort of ‘warm up’ before the race. All that would do is get me sweaty, and I decided I didn’t want to stand at the start sweating and freezing. Instead, I did what I do best. Socialized 🙂 However, come 9:55am, it was time to toe the line. All told, there seemed to be about 35 racers there, with 16 people racing the 5k course, and 19 racing the 10k course. The race briefing was mercifully short, so that we didn’t have to stand around too long. Before I even knew it, we were at the 5 second countdown. At the word ‘go’, Sophia was nice enough to give James and I a little push off the start.

I know better than to push the pace too hard right off the line, and was happy to settle in about 8 or 9 spots back. I know that I can usually make up a few spots from the people that blow up on the early hills. However, it still seemed like there were more people ahead of me than usual. I decided not to worry too much, and just push the pace I was comfortable with, at a heart rate I could manage, which was already over 180! Sure enough, within the first kilometer I passed 1 person (sorry Chuck, you did it to yourself bro!), then after about 3.5k, I snuck past 2 others that were in front of me. I thought they might fight to stay on my heels, but to my surprise, I pulled away, and they stayed back. Fair enough.

However, I now had my quarry in my sights. Not far ahead of me was Number 10, which turned out to be none other than John Ranson, a good friend, and great racer. Anytime I have a chance to keep up with someone like John, I’ll fight for it. So I did, nipping at his heels whenever possible. I didn’t feel I had enough to overtake him right away, but I could keep up, and he seemed maybe just a little off. Ahead of the two of us also turned out to be James Galipeau , another fellow I’d love for just once to beat, but he stayed just out of our grasp (he’s generally a contender for 1st place). True to it’s name, the hilly loop was a great challenge, and choosing the right pace was critical to make sure we could stay ahead on the 2nd lap.

Soon enough, it was up and over the final hill to cross the line and start the 2nd lap. Heading down the hill, I definitely wasn’t going top speed. I grabbed my water bottle that I’d left at the line, and had a few swigs to re-hydrate. That’s when John stepped aside and told me to go ahead as his stomach wasn’t feeling great. I hastily pitched my bottle and took him up on the offer. Of course, knowing Ranson , that was by no means a reason to count him out, so I kept my pace as high as I could. In a race like this, where you often find yourself on your own, I turn back to my mental game. I keep telling myself the noises I hear are people right on my heels, so that I’ll trick my brain into pushing just a little harder.

The second loop was very enjoyable, but I couldn’t lose the nagging feeling that I *really did* have a shadow. Sure enough, with about 500m to go, I cautioned a glance over my left shoulder. What the? Yup, looked like Mr Ranson had found his stride again, and was gunning to reclaim his position from me. Well, I’m sorry, but I fought just as hard. As we were starting out on the final long hill, I knew I’d have to redline it well before the top to stay ahead. I used my lightness to my advantage and tried flying up the sections that bring many a racer to a walking pace. However, John was still pretty close. I wasn’t sure I could hold him off on the final sprint, but I’d have no real choice now. The finishing chute is a pretty steep down hill that rolls out to about a 30m flat dead sprint.

I came down that final hill like the hounds of hell were after me, just barely on the ‘control’ side of ‘uncontrolled’. Any little mis-step and I would have flew a long way downhill. However, I kept it together, and on the flat, buried the needle for good measure. As I didn’t see John in my peripheral, I knew I had my position. I just didn’t know what the final position was. Once the snow had cleared from the air, and our eyelids started thawing back out, James came back to let us know that the three of us had finished 4th, 5th and 6th. Damn, still one spot off my jersey number. I’m #4 this season, and was hoping that was my position indicator 🙂 Still, to finish a race like this between John and James, and to go 57 minutes to boot was a great result, which I gladly took into the warmth of the Ark.

Once changed into dry clothes, it was time to enjoy some awesome lasagna (I opted to eat the veggie version), warm chicken noodle soup, cookies, chips, and fruit, all the while talking and laughing with all the other racers about the good times we’d had out there. It’s amazing just how frozen we looked crossing the line. Honestly, I knew we were a bit chilled, but looking at totally frosted beards and frozen eyelids really tells you about the weather for the day. With this race in the bag, there remains only one final race in the series this year, and my last chance to grab some points for the overall season standings. At this point, I’m not sure I’ll be able to retain my 4th place overall series rank that I got last year, but I’ll give it my best 🙂

So that’s it for my little race report. I’ll hopefully be back with my final chapter in ‘The Africa Chronicles’ as all that remains is getting off the mountain, and heading home! Till the, here’s hoping you’re all having a great day!

Let it Snow! For the sake of Racing!

Hey gang. Thanks for tuning in. I’m going to write a quick blog post about the race that I just finished a couple hours ago. Normally, I’d drag my heels a bit, but given that I’m heading out of town soon, it’s probably better that I just get this done right away, don’t you think? Plus, it’ll be a little shorter than my normal race stories 🙂 Of course, I’m talking about that venerable racing tradition, the Mad Trapper Snowshoe race series opener! Today was set to be the ‘flatter’ course; a test of strength over a course of 9.2km (two loops of 4.6km). Of course, ‘flatter’ by no means implies ‘flat’, it was a lot of slogging up and down minor hills. For the full quick dump, read on. You might also want to check out a few videos [update: There is now a huge gallery of shots from the race from the photographer up] from the day capture via Andrew Cameron’s helmet cam. Pretty cool footage I must say!

Less than a week ago, the possibility of having a snowshoe race seemed only remote. We still had no snow whatsoever, and temperatures hadn’t been all that low, so it was anyone’s guess what might happen. As a result, I had put off registering until I knew what would happen. Normally, I sign up for all 4 races, but I was already missing one in January, and with no snow, I wasn’t even sure whether I should put the money up for 3 races! Luckily, that all changed with Wednesday’s big dump, permitting racers to get pumped up for the first race. Snow cover wasn’t particularly deep yet, with plenty of the rocks slightly exposed, but it still made for a great race overall.

Arriving at the start, I wasn’t sure what to expect in the way of racer participation. Given the short notice that the race was on, it might have been a light crowd. Luckily, there was nice core group of racers, and lots of familiar faces to make it a great day. After a quick scan, I could tell coming anywhere near the top 3 would take a herculean effort, and given that I hadn’t been running seriously since the Hamilton Marathon, I didn’t put my chances very high. However, the start of the race was a funny beast from that perspective.

Normally, at any race I’ve ever been to at the Ark, the race start is a free-for-all where the top guys put the pedal to the floor and explode off the line. I normally hang back just a little bit, and try to hang on behind them for as long as possible. Well, this race was a totally different beast. NO ONE wanted to break trail. As you can see from the clip accompanying this post, I actually ended up taking the lead to start the race. Not something I was comfortable with, and certainly not something the other guys accepted for too long. I reckon I lead for the first 500m, then finally people started passing me. After that, I stayed on the tail for a bit, till I was finally shaken off by the top 5. Oh well, probably a good thing, as my heart rate had been around 185 since the start!

I decided to try and fall into a nice pace, but I had a shadow! Yup, one of the other racers (Gilles) was basically right on my rooster tail (the snow that flies off the back of snowshoes) for the entire rest of the race. And I mean the WHOLE WAY. I’ve never had anyone right on my butt for so long before. I’d like to think that I was pulling him as much as he was pushing me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he could’ve passed me at any point. He called out some encouragement on a few tough spots, but for the most part, we ran in silence. After all, we were both putting out pretty high efforts, so chatting wasn’t really an option 🙂

When the time came to finish the race off, I started getting paranoid that after following my heels the whole race, he’d pull out to steal my spot at the finish. Part of me wanted to tell him that if he had the energy, he should just go for it, but the other part of me said that was the wrong attitude. After all, shouldn’t I keep pushing till the finish and make sure he didn’t pass? I went with the latter, and dug in to try and run really hard up the final steep incline. Things seemed to go well, as I could hear he had dropped off a bit from my snowshoes. I dug even deeper, and kept pushing over the top, then started sprinting for all I was worth down the final hill to the finish. I couldn’t let up even one jiffy.

In the end, I managed to hold him off (or, more likely, he let me keep my position since he’s a nice guy!). I almost collapsed at the finish from the final effort, but it was sure worth it. Great feeling. For those curious about the stats, they break down like this:

Lap 1 – 4.6km, 33m 11s, 7:16/km, Avg HR 182, Max HR 191, 208m of Ascent
Lap 2 – 4.6km, 31m 30s, 6:52/km, Avg HR 182, Max HR 192, 208m of Ascent

Total of 9.2km, Time of 1hr 4m 41s, Pace of 7:04/km, Avg HR of 182BPM!
Oh, yeah, and I was 6th to cross the line overall.

Not too shabby on the results front I’d say 🙂 After the racing was done, the action moved indoors where we had our fill on a great lasagna (meaty or veggie), salad, brownies, chips, and fruits. A great post-race spread as usual. Then, on with the results and prize ceremonies. Great times spent around the wood stove catching up with old friends and making new ones (as usual!). I’m already looking forward to the next race, which for me won’t be until January 30th, 2010. Some of you might want to consider signing up for a good time. After all, you don’t HAVE to run, and you even have the option of only doing 1 loop instead of 2. These races are just a really good excuse to get outside, get some exercise, enjoy the beauty of an Ottawa winter, then warm up with food and friends. Till the next race, take care. Back to packing!