January 2008

Commencing the New Year with a run proved to be an excellent way to do so. Despite the sub-zero wind chills and the subsequent snowfall, my girlfriend informed me of the favorable weather conditions. I had anticipated traversing the Minnesota River Valley trails, but I was unaware of the substantial snow accumulation that had occurred during the previous month. I had assumed that walkers had created a well-defined trail, but this proved to be inaccurate.

While the scenery was undeniably beautiful, the mid-shin-deep snow at several locations presented a significant challenge. Despite this setback, I remained determined to complete my run. I maintained a pace of 13 minutes per mile, which was commendable considering the adverse conditions.

After an hour, I began to feel the cold. I faced a decision: continue with my loop or turn back. Mentally, I yearned to abandon the run, but physically, I was in good condition.

Despite my initial determination, I made a poor decision. The second half of my loop lacked adequate wind protection, and the wind was relentless. I was subjected to extreme cold. It took me ten miles in just under 2.5 hours, and I was sure that I would succumb to illness. Unfortunately, I did.

Over the next few days, I attempted to run through the illness. I was able to use the treadmill for four more days. However, on Saturday, I was unable to continue. Breathing became difficult, and I took the next four days off. Finally, I was able to breathe again. The warm weather will persist for a few more days before the cold returns.

Despite this setback, I am reconsidering my participation in the Psycho race in February. I will assess my progress over the next two weeks.

The preceding week was marked by fluctuations, much like the weather. I am unable to tolerate the cold and have reduced my outdoor activities due to a lingering cold. The dry conditions have been particularly challenging, with humidity levels consistently below 30%.

Indoor training has progressed satisfactorily. I have incorporated outdoor runs into my routine, including a six-mile run that was initially planned as a three-mile run. My girlfriend and I embarked on a run from her residence in Apple Valley, which unfortunately led us astray during the night. This marked my first road run in some time.

I have experienced an unprecedented level of energy, prompting me to stop and inquire with a person walking their dog for directions out of their neighborhood. The unfamiliar layout of the streets and the nonsensical order of street names left me feeling disoriented and embarrassed. While I initially attributed this lapse in judgment to my girlfriend’s proximity to the area, I reside in Bloomington.

I am optimistic about the potential for success. The four to six-mile runs have become an integral part of my daily routine. Additionally, I have incorporated exercise cycling into my regimen, cycling between 25 and 30 miles at least four times a week and consistently exceeding 20 miles per week. As I increase my mileage, I am proceeding at a gradual pace. Furthermore, I have incorporated weightlifting into my training regimen at least three times a week.

A significant impediment to my training regimen is my dual role as a United States Tennis Association Official and my second hobby, dancing. This dual responsibility demands a substantial time commitment, particularly on weekends when the official duties can extend into the evening. Last weekend, I officiated 40 out of a possible 52 hours. While this experience provides valuable training in maintaining functionality with minimal sleep, it typically precludes me from engaging in post-lunchtime exercise on Fridays and Saturdays. However, I acknowledge that everyone has their own commitments.

Fortunately, this weekend I am free and plan to indulge in my passion for dancing. I am particularly excited about attending two live music events this weekend. On Thursday, January 17, Allison Scott and Pamela McNeill will perform at Famous Dave’s in Uptown. This event promises to feature an exceptional pipe set and a captivating performance by several talented artists. You can find their MySpace pages and music samples online, but I assure you that you will be thoroughly impressed.

On Friday, January 18, Kurt Jorgenson will be the musical guest at Minnesota Music Café. If you are unfamiliar with him, he is a highly skilled guitarist known for his sound, which is inspired by Rob Thomas. His work is truly exceptional.

Earlier this month, our office participated in a crockpot contest, and I intend to use Julie Berg’s recipe for “halushkis.” She described these dumplings as “a delightful potato-flour dumpling, infused with bacon and cabbage.” If I emerge victorious in the contest, I am obligated to provide the measuring spoon prize.

If you haven't yet had the opportunity to experience Julie Berg’s culinary creations, we highly recommend engaging with her blog posts at http://julieberg.blogspot.com/. Her recipes, along with her inspiring stories and uplifting messages, will undoubtedly captivate your attention.

In preparation for the upcoming competition, my girlfriend and I dedicated several hours to preparing a crockpot dish using potatoes. Despite the meticulous process, I experienced a moment of doubt during the preparation, fearing that I might not achieve the desired outcome.

With 20 other entrants, I have never secured a position in the top 15 in this event over the past 13 years, having made six previous attempts. However, this year, I was fortunate enough to win a bronze medal.

The dish was enhanced with a bacon and cabbage mixture, resulting in a significantly different taste. While the awards are paper medals, I was additionally awarded a bottle of balsamic vinegar. The dish received widespread acclaim, with participants expressing their appreciation for its health benefits, which I intended to be humorous.

In approximately five weeks, we will resume regular outdoor cycling. My girlfriend generously gifted me a used Cannondale SR 400 street bike equipped with various enhancements. I eagerly anticipate embarking on long rides once more. Last year, I successfully endured extended periods without a car, which was an enjoyable experience. This new bike is expected to offer a more comfortable and efficient cycling experience compared to my previous mountain bike.

My current weight is 250.5 pounds, which aligns with my planned weekly weight loss of 2.5 pounds per week. At this pace, I anticipate being prepared for the 50K race in Kansas City in February. I am filled with excitement and optimism about the upcoming event.

Despite my best efforts, this week’s weight loss of only 0.5 pounds was unexpected. While I feel lighter and stronger, I am concerned about the potential for swelling due to intense workouts, such as cycling and running. Occasionally, a day of rest can result in significant weight loss, which I find perplexing.

I will not be overly preoccupied with weight fluctuations. I am focused on maintaining a healthy lifestyle and overcoming the lingering effects of a recent cold.

While many ultra-marathon snowshoers enjoy the sport, I’ve never developed a particular affinity for it. Despite my weight, I’d inevitably sink, so I prefer outdoor running on roads.

I’m still recovering from a persistent cold that’s plagued me all year. The coughing and wheezing are uncomfortable, but I’m determined to persevere. Last week, I increased my mileage to 27 miles, though it’s modest compared to many participants. I also cycled 100 miles. My progress is gradual, but I’ve learned that consistent, steady advancement is the most effective.

I’m excited about the upcoming races. I’m committed to participating in the 50K race in Kansas City on February 9. My girlfriend will be with a lifelong friend at the finish line. The race is expected to be challenging, so I’ll continue training, including increasing my pace and mileage, while anticipating the return of the trials.

On the final Sunday of the month, I experienced favorable weather conditions, which facilitated enjoyable runs and a weight measurement of 248.6 pounds. Notably, I have surpassed the 30-mile mark, although this achievement may not be significant to my social circle. My approach is to progress gradually.

In addition to my three-day weekly lifting routine and weekly cycling of 50-70 miles, I have incorporated runs and half of my outdoor miles, totaling 34.9 miles. Notably, I have discovered that running distances of five miles or more have become effortless, a change from my previous challenges.

Fortunately, I have not experienced any pain, which is a positive sign. I believe that the emotional toll of quitting the Superior 100 at 77 miles was more significant than any other experience I have encountered.

I feel good, so I registered for the 50 PsychoWyco race on February 9.  It should be fun, and I plan to make it an easy 8-hour run.  I have never run a race there before, but there's a 10-hour limit, which will surprise me unless the course is challenging.

So, I went for a run on Monday, and guess what? It rained! Can you believe it? Rain in January? It was crazy! The drops were huge, not just a little drizzle or sleet. It was proper rain, and you could see it on the sidewalk as I finished my run.

Carry on…

Happy New Year 2008

Hey, let’s not dwell on not making 102 miles at Superior in September. I know 77 miles is still a great accomplishment, but it’s definitely a challenge. I’ve gained 25 pounds since the 100, and I’m determined to get back on track.

I’ve been dealing with a pinched nerve and limited activity for five weeks, which has contributed to my weight gain. But I’m ready to move on and focus on my goals. My first goal is to drop 55 pounds. I’ve been working out for at least two hours every day for the past three days, and I feel great. I’m also planning to run the Wyco 50k in February. I might do the 50 or 100 miles in April with other races along the way.

Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been working hard to improve my fitness. I’ve been weighing myself on Sundays, aiming to lose at least 2 pounds per week. This will put me close to my 200-pound goal for Grandma’s Marathon, where I’ve been finishing in a row for 24 years! I’ve always wanted to run for 25 consecutive years, and I’m so close to achieving that goal.

It’s been an incredible journey, with 23 consecutive years of running at Grandma’s Marathon. I’ve run from 1988 to 2005, with times ranging from 3:24 to 6:05. This year, I’m aiming to beat my personal best and finish under 4 hours. I have my girlfriend’s and running friends’ support, and I’m determined to make this happen. There’s no excuse for not achieving my goals except laziness!

So carry on...

Ankle issues

On October 1, 2007, I woke up, slipped on my slippers, and stepped on my left foot. I thought I had died! It felt like I was jumping up to the ceiling and then landing in hell. My ankle was twice the size of my right one, and I had no idea what was wrong because I felt fine when I went to bed. I tried RICE, but it didn’t help. This was a completely new experience for me—something I had never felt before in any part of my body.

After five days, on October 6, I saw the doctor, and the X-rays were negative. It feels like Plantar Fasciitis, a severe sprain, or even like I’ve re-broken my foot, with rocks in my forefoot and ankle. I have a specialist appointment scheduled for October 17. I hope this recovery isn’t prolonged, especially since I’ve gained 13 pounds in just ten days. My activity level varies from two to three hours a day to nothing at all. I remain hopeful, pray for improvement, and plan to get my eating habits under control.

Time has passed, and despite the doctor’s advice, I decided to run on October 20, 2007. He wanted me to wait until October 31 for a follow-up visit before giving the go-ahead. He had no idea what caused the swelling and pain, especially since he knew I have a high pain threshold. Still, the pain was too much to bear when I woke up that morning. There is still some swelling—about 10 percent over the right ankle—though it’s still noticeable. Interestingly, the pain wasn’t in the ankle itself, but instead moved up into the upper calf, which is quite unusual. I know my body well and feel that some of the pain might be due to inactivity. 

So, I decided to give the Minnesota River Valley trail a shot. At first, I was a bit worried—not just about my ankle, but also because the pain in my right knee quickly spread to my left, and the bottom of my foot was also hurting. I only managed about five minutes at an 11-minute mile pace and felt like giving up. I thought this injury might stop me from running altogether. But I was determined not to quit. After ten minutes, the knee pain went away, but I rolled my bad ankle. I thought, “Oh no!” But I kept going silently because after that, nothing hurt anymore. I felt great, just like before the injury, and I thought I’d be okay. In the end, I stretched and drove home, feeling hopeful about running again over the weekend. I really miss the trails and how they help me relax and de-stress.

Carry on!

Superior 100 - only 77 miles

Some assert that the path to Heaven lies through Hell. After my initial attempt at the Superior Trail 100, I held this belief. The course encompasses both serene and challenging sections, and the latter are indispensable for personal growth. While I only managed to complete 77 miles on this occasion, I can confidently claim to have traversed the entire course during a race since finishing the 50-mile race last year.

Both physical and emotional challenges characterized my 77-mile journey. It was both arduous and rewarding, supported by a network of volunteers, and imbued with a profound sense of significance. The experience pushed me to my limits. Upon returning home, my girlfriend’s daughter inquired about the source of my pained expression. This prompted a moment of introspection. Although I may not possess a definitive explanation, I felt compelled to share my thoughts before commencing my report.

In 2005, my physician advised me to adopt healthier habits following a significant weight gain that reached nearly 300 pounds. Amidst these circumstances, I had experienced the end of my relationship, a broken foot, and the independence of my son, who no longer required transportation. Despite these setbacks, I had been maintaining an active lifestyle and had recently completed my 21st Grandma’s Marathon. While I was aware that I could complete the race at my current weight, I recognized the need for a new and demanding challenge.

In a shared experience of uncertainty, I encountered a friend who, like me, embarked on a challenging journey. We dedicated ourselves to rigorous training, striving to complete a grueling 50-mile race on the Superior Trail. My training regimen was meticulously structured, with a clear objective in mind. Regrettably, an unfortunate accident claimed the life of my friend, leading to a temporary halt in my weight loss and training endeavors.

Despite the setback, I maintained a steady pace, commencing my weight loss journey at 214 pounds and reaching 223 pounds before completing my inaugural 50-mile race in 2006. The race was conducted with caution, and I emerged with a sense of accomplishment. This positive experience prompted me to consider the 100-mile race and register for it, setting my sights on this new challenge.

However, my weight experienced a temporary increase, reaching 247 pounds before subsequently dropping to 237. While I had made significant progress, I recognized that the road to my goal was still arduous.

On September 7, 2007, I awoke in my motel room at 4:45 AM, greeted by the incessant sound of rain. The challenging trail conditions cast a shadow over my apprehension. By 6:00 AM, the radar forecast improved my outlook for the subsequent 38 hours. As I consumed my breakfast, a sense of doubt crept into my mind. My initial aspiration was to shed 100 pounds before the race, but my progress had only yielded 84 pounds. Furthermore, I had gained 17 pounds since the 50-mile race, which I anticipated would complicate matters. Nevertheless, I remained resolute in my determination to persevere.

We arrived at Gooseberry Falls at 7:20 AM, preparing for the race with a composed demeanor. My thoughts were preoccupied with global affairs, running, and other pressing matters. In a moment of distraction, I rushed to the restroom for a final indoor restroom break. While using the restroom, I inadvertently dropped a race number pin. The recent news concerning MSP and solicitation heightened my concerns about the potential consequences of retrieving the pin, and a law enforcement officer occupied the stall adjacent to me.

In a moment of clarity, I retrieved the pin and returned to reality. However, my attention was diverted. As I reached the starting line, I inadvertently deviated from the designated path and found myself too far on the trail. Larry promptly called us back for the race’s commencement, prompting me to return to the designated area.

The race commenced with a gentle rain. I ran alone on the trail, preoccupied with the prospect of completing the race. My stride and breathing felt uncomfortable, and my mind was unfocused. After approximately five miles, I encountered a seasoned runner from Kansas City, and my apprehension began to subside. My friend joined Julie Berg and her group, but I was aware that the veterans would eventually catch up.

I continued my run with Philip Smith for a few miles. After consuming a Clif Block, I discovered a substantial portion of my crown embedded in the gel. I removed it, inspected the damage, and resumed my run while placing it in a baggie with my toilet paper. The damage was limited to the adhesive, causing no discomfort, but chewing would be challenging during the race.

At the race’s commencement, I carried two small bottles—one containing protein and the other electrolytes—until mile six, when my crew was scheduled to meet me with a camelback of plain water. I had planned to carry a water-filled camelback and one bottle of each supplement. However, my crew was absent at the designated location. This unexpected turn of events further compounded my perplexity—first, I had a broken tooth, and now my crew was missing. I concluded that it would be more advantageous to run alone, so I overtook Philip and continued my solo journey.

My crew (Shelley) arrived at the first aid station just in time. My 72-ounce Camelbak ensured the race’s success. Many dedicated individuals organize this race with enthusiasm and support, but their efforts often go unnoticed. We must adopt a different approach to ensure the continuation of this event, and we can participate and excel thanks to their contributions.

I promptly packed and continued my journey, optimizing time at each aid station. As I continued, I contemplated potential challenges, which fueled my determination to complete the race. I felt stronger and more optimistic, and I deeply appreciated the trail experience. I established a routine, taking Advil and supplements, hydrating, and consuming food, meticulously monitoring my intake.

Sarah Hughes and I met approximately 24 miles into our run and began running together. We engaged in conversations about our friends, families, and running experiences. These ultrarunners exude positivity and confidence, making them excellent companions. This is likely due to the release of endorphins.

During our trek to Silver Bay, we encountered experienced finishers Deb M. and her uncle Al. We mutually decided to stay with them or with each other, vice versa. As evening descended, I desired to spend time with them. Our run progressed smoothly, with regular stops at aid stations. Sarah had a pacer at County Road 6, and we connected with Casey Lopez. Deb, Al, and Casey’s narratives on the trail were both humorous and inspiring, making night running feel effortless.

Everything went smoothly until Deb and I both fell. The pain was brief, but we were otherwise unharmed. Later, we encountered a long, dark boardwalk at night. I walked ahead, apprehensive because I could only see water, not the wooden planks beneath it. Heavy rain flooded the boards, and by the time we reached a lake, they were gone. I still believed Alfred and the others were nearby, so I continued moving ahead. It was simply flowing water where the boards had been. That moment made my heart race.

Upon arriving in Finland at approximately 12:45 AM, slightly later than anticipated, I experienced a sense of well-being. After consuming sustenance and replenishing my energy, I felt a sense of accomplishment, having been two hours and fifteen minutes ahead of the scheduled cut-off time. However, I inadvertently neglected to change my wet shoes, which proved to be a significant oversight.

Refueling, we embarked on our journey, but my first mistake was not changing my footwear. Within a short distance, a blister developed on my left foot. At the subsequent aid station, the blister had grown to the size of a baseball on my foot and a quarter on the side. I promptly changed my socks, drained the blister, applied tape to my feet, and continued my progress.

Despite the presence of blisters, I remained resolute in my running regimen. As I navigated the trail with my headlamp, I inadvertently struck a low-hanging branch. Upon checking for blood, I observed only a small red scratch on my finger. Undeterred, I continued my run, maintaining focus on my feet, the discomfort in my head, and the growing fatigue. In my haste, I neglected my nutritional and hydration needs, stopping at the Crosby Aid station to discover that I had consumed minimal food and that my water bottle and CamelBak were full. Hours passed without any intake of food or drink, and I pushed forward, deviating from my pre-race plan. The blisters on my feet continued to worsen due to the prolonged exposure to wet clothing.

The subsequent section is crucial for individuals attempting to complete the 100-mile race. The ascent around the 64-mile mark offers a delightful experience. However, the segment between the 62-mile and 67-mile markers presents the most formidable challenge of this course. I will refrain from elaborating on this aspect further.

Anticipating the race, I reached mile 72 and discovered that there was no availability of fluids or food. Five hours of inadequate nutrition and hydration had left me in a state of severe dehydration. Promptly addressing the blisters on my feet, I drained and taped them despite the intense pain. Determined to complete the race and secure the coveted jacket, I remained steadfast in my pursuit.

Exhausted, dehydrated, and with sores in my mouth and swollen hands, I collapsed at mile 74. After two grueling hours, I dragged myself to the 77-mile station, where Don Clark greeted me with encouragement. Despite considering seeking medical attention, I realized that I was beyond recovery. Tears streamed down my face as I took down my number, only to be showered with praise and support from Scott, Pierre, and many others.

After writing this, my girlfriend’s daughter inquired, “Why?” I explained that I admire organizers, volunteers, and participants—friendly, supportive, confident, and joyful individuals who recognize life’s objectives and aspirations. In 2005, my goal was to lose 100 pounds and run 100 miles. This race is an integral part of my journey to happiness, health, and fulfillment. Ironically, I experienced a significant setback after mile 72 and limped to mile 77. Perhaps this is a divine sign encouraging me to achieve my goal of losing 100 pounds for 100 miles. Inspired by this experience, I intend to return in 2008 with enhanced knowledge and 26 pounds lighter, prepared to attain my objectives.

Thanks to all.

Good night.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.

Londell,

Be proud of your accomplishment!!  There's no need to think that the original 100-mile goal was not reached.  We are proud of your completing 77 miles!!!  Wow!!!!

 

Marilyn

 

 

Going 77 miles on those trails (or even on the flat) is an incredible feat! Good job!

 

Eric Berg

 

Oh my god, you are AMAZING...what determination.  Good job on your fantastic achievement!  :)

 

Rose Ackerman

 

It is wonderful to know you have completed 77 miles, that is fantastic!!! Take care of your blisters and ensure they heal well before putting more stress on them.

 

Lori

 

Finishing 77 miles is certainly a success story. Way to go!

 

Janine Hill

 

Good job, Londell. It's crazy from my perspective, but congrats!

 

Lynn Moore

Environmental Health Manager

 

Congratulations!!!! I think 77 miles is outstanding. You should be very proud.

 

Carol Pelzel

 

 

You are crazy,  but I think you should definitely feel extremely proud of the run you completed.  Nice work

 

Eileen O’Connell

 

WOW!!  That's really great!!  I am really proud of you for going the distance.  I hope the pain is not too great. 

 

Julie Schowalter

 

You are amazing...I don't know how you do it.

  

Koko Ponce

 

You did more than finish.  I can't imagine this at all.  I thought of you Friday night and wondered how far you had gone by then.  Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Deb Smith

 

Hay hay! Hip Hip Hoorah! 

 

Way to go, Londell, on your 77-mile adventure.  It sure beats working, doesn't it!  Do you want me to send you some bubble wrap for your feet? Ha Ha Ha.  Oow.  Good luck with your blister recovery.  

 

Connie

 

Well,  Congrats, man. It's a pretty great accomplishment.  Next Year?

 

Erik S

 

I love your attitude and spirit! Congrats on the 77 miles. I hope your pain level subsides soon. Have a good one.

 

Andrea C

 

Oh my God!!!!  You should be ecstatic with yourself.  I can't believe you did what you did.  I would have quit when faced with having to drain the blisters the first time!  Don't walk around too much today. Have Cyndi wait for you, hand and foot.  I'm sure she won't mind, haha.  But seriously, you did well and should not look at it as a DNF, but look at what I did!

 

Let me know if you need more Band-Aids. I think I could probably find some over here!  Great job, you crazy person!

 

Andy

 

A job well done!  77 miles is nothing to scoff at!  You should be very proud of your accomplishment - not very many people can say that they have run that distance in a little over one day!  Way to go!!!  And I am also very happy that you didn't break anything!

 

Becky

 

You get an "A+" for effort.

 

Robert G. Servian

 

 

Thanks for the running update. Congratulations on running 77 miles—that is an amazing accomplishment! I hope your feet have a speedy recovery.

 

Thanks, Tom A.

 

  

Wow !   Very impressive!    I can't believe you ran that much farther with those blisters!   77 miles is a great accomplishment.  How did you run into a tree?   LOL!    Sorry to hear about your crown. I hope they can put it back on, as new ones cost around $950.  

 

Way to go !!

 

Jan R.