On The Run

NYC Marathon: Show Mustn’t Go On: ESPN.com
As I stated yesterday, resources and spirit is needed elsewhere.

In Shape, But Out Of Focus: NYTimes.com
Great take on the absurdity and privacy-stealing industry of in-race photography

ZemGear 360 Ninja Running Shoes: Barefoot Running Shoes.org
The shoes are ugly and the trend is silly.

Why The Marathon is The Last Thing New York Needs: Businessweek.com
Hey, I’m just sharing the links.

Running around the Internet

Photo from Mashable.com

image from Mashable.com

NYC Marathon will go on, despite storm issues: CBSnews.com
Inspiring emotional rebound or just too damn soon?

Where everything bites, stings and scratches: Cactus Rose Ultra-Marathon: Dallas News Running Blog
Are un-aided ultra-runs safe?

Marathon Runners Stop Aging Out of the Race: Wall Street Journal
More older folks are doing ultras as well.

Running a scam: New York Post
Cheaters, liars and identity thieves will make their way to the NYC Marathon finish line.

Inexperienced Grand Canyon fastpacking becoming a problem

An accomplished ultra-marathoner died in the heat of Death Valley this week. Michael Popov was only 34 and recognized for hammering through some of the longest and most rugged trails across the west. His last run was less than ten miles.

I’ve hiked rim-to-rim in the Grand Canyon six times since early March. Three of those trips were in May, when the summer heat starts to ripple up from the canyon floor and coat the corridor trails in a thick haze of shimmering, translucent fire. I was surprised then to come across so many unprepared fastpackers attempting the under 24-hour rim-to-rim trek.

The experienced ultra-runners are easily identified from the fastpackers who happen to read about Andrew Skurka and then decide they want to be Andrew Skurka. I spoke to more than a few of them while offering extra food and water while they suffered trailside from the many effects of dehydration and stupidity. They would be cramped and nauseous in an alcove along the North Kaibab Trail or trying to recover under the shade of a tapeats shelf on the Bright Angel. Each time, a single, searing similarity stood out to me: none of them were Andrew Skurka.

From crashing with a mat and an emergency blanket along the trail or scaring the rafting guests at Phantom Ranch with convulsive vomiting over the steps of the canteen, the number of unprepared, not ready for primetime rim-to-rim trekkers is growing to an uncomfortable number.

More than a couple of rangers confirmed for me that beyond the safety issues they create, there’s the ever-growing trail of trash left behind in an effort to shed weight, countless forgotten water bottle stashes and evidence of damaged desert plant life as a result of temporary campsites.

Michael Popov was an accomplished beast of a runner and it took the heat less than 10 miles to claim him. It was a terrible way for an obviously tough-as-granite athlete to go. And sure, Death Valley gets hotter than the Inner Canyon; but on some days, not by much. Then there’s the unrelenting switchbacks, drop-offs and occasional pipeline breaks.

The most egregiously unprepared fastpacker I came across was a guy passing our group between the Three Mile and Mile-And-A-Half Rest Houses along the Bright Angel Trail. He told me he was hustling to get a mule for his sick friend.

Apparently, using all the excess funds and people and resources available to them suddenly, the National Park Service established a fastpacker SAR mule service, complete with genetically-enhanced-for-speed horse and donkey crossbreeds that can span the distance between rim and river in under an hour while burdened with a fully equipped ER doctor, which is what this guy needed because he said his friend had heat stroke.

I tried to confirm. “Heat stroke. You’re sure.” Yes. “Where is she?” Down at Indian Garden. “You know there’s a ranger and a helipad there, right?” Crickets. “You know you already passed an emergency phone, right?” Tumbleweed.

As his brain attempted to process the possibility that maybe he hadn’t fully thought out his rim to rim trek all that well, a woman walked between us up the trail.

“That’s her,” he said. Of course it is.

I assured him she was fine, probably in need of some sodium and liquids, but otherwise okay.

I can only imagine what rangers have to deal with sometimes.

Image from wvultrarunner.blogspot.com