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RTNX Volume 1








As mentioned the week leading up to my departure for RTNX was pretty much the craziest week of the year for me. At 1am the night before I left I was still moving boxes to my new abode. I managed about 4hr sleep before getting up at 5:30am on Friday morning and proceeded to move the remaining furniture I had left in my house into my driveway for someone off of Craig's List who said he would come by and claim the stuff.

I was five minutes late leaving Squamish, 6:05am. I was then stopped three times along highway 99, when there were no scheduled stops for contsruction on the Sea To Sky Highway. I ended up having to significantly speed at every straight stretch of road I could find and pulled into the airport with just minutes to spare for my 8am flight. I ran up to the counter only to be told that I would have to wait until noon the following day to board a flight to Prince Rupert...we were already cutting it close by flying up on Friday morning! I pleading, begged, swore and eventually cried my way onto the flight...but I was told my luggage (all of my race gear, including my bike) would not make it for another 36hrs! Honestly I was just happy to have made the flight at that point in time.

I settled in with my teammates Todd and Megan being on the same flight and enjoyed the 2hr trip as the plane was full of racers from across Canada and the U.S.

I hardly slept my first night in Prince Rupert, all I could think about was my luggage not making it at all. I actually had a dream that my Mother showed up, told me everything was going to be alright and then went about verbally abusing everyone in sight until she straightened things out for me...that was followed up by dreaming about a trivia contest, that would influence the outcome of our race, and it was all based on Hulk Hogan and Andre The Giant...what the hell did I eat that night!?

I was already exhausted on Saturday and we weren't even through gear check yet. Thankfully my bags did arrive at 8pm and we were able to get through everything with time to spare.

On Sunday we caught a ferry to Haida Gwaii (The Queen Charlotte Islands), in preparation for our 6am race start on Monday. On the ferry ride across, while reviewing our maps, it became evident that a set of kayak wheels could be of great advantage to a team in this race. There were numerous sections where it appeared that you could portage via land, faster then actually paddling the water sections. This is what adventure racing is all about, strategy.

I knew that a friend of mine owned a kayak operation in The Queen Charlotte's, but I had not actually spoken with him in five years, nor did I know which island he was on, what the name of his business was, or even if he was still alive. I started calling random kayak operations and asking for him by name. The second shop I contacted told me that although he was not currently on the islands, he was in fact on the ferry ride to them as we spoke...

"How many ferries are there?"

"One."

"Huh, then I guess I'll go find him right now!"

I paged my friend and he arrived to the 'Purser's Office' in a huff,

"Yeah you paged me!"

"You have a visitor sir."

"Huh?"

Now keep in mind that there were only three of us in the immediate vicinity at this point in time and my 'good friend' was effectively looking right through me.

"F$%k Steve, it's me!"

"Gary!!?"

He explained that his wife is now pregnant with their second child and when he was paged he was thinking he might be boarding a flight back to Canmore, Alberta within the hour! It took him a second to regain his composure.

Steve was nice enough to take the time to go over the maps with us and offer any local advice on possible routes, what might be completely overgrown and what he thought would be passable. We then contacted some of his friends in The Queen Charlotte's and tried to organize a set of wheels for ourselves.

Mark Campbell, of The Yeti snowshoe series is now a big dawg with Helly Hansen and he was on board the ferry as well. Mark was all about helping us out with finding wheels and as soon as the ferry docked he sped off to come up with his own solution.

All the racers were able to camp outside the new Haida Gwaii Tourist Centre, a 28 million dollar investment that is not yet complete. We were the honorable first guests of this incredible facility. The local Haida Gwaii put on a wonderful show for us, of interpretive song and dance. In their culture you are either an Eagle or a Raven, in fact I had already seen half a dozen Bald Eagles within my first few hours on the islands, along with nearly as many deer. It is a spectacular location and we were all very fortunate to be able to race through such a diverse landscape.

At 9:45pm we could see that three of the top teams had already organized wheels for themselves. Sole, SupplierPipeline, and Yukon Wild had all modified baby joggers to carry to deflated kayaks. We had no way to contact Mark and were starting to worry that he might not come through, so Megan and I decided to take matters into our own hands. At 10pm (it is light out until 11pm), Megs and I biked into town (2km away). We started sizing up houses and found one that looked right. We dropped our bikes and knocked on the front door,

We had awakened the lady who answered the door,

"Umm, yes, hi there, how are you tonight...umm, I don't know if you've heard of this race that's going through the area this week?"

Nothing...

"Umm, anyways, yeah, so we are in that race and as it turns out it looks like it might be beneficial for us to have a baby stroller/jogger with us for this race."

She closed the door in our face without saying a word

Me to Megs,

"She's going to get her gun."

"No it looks like she's coming back..."

The lady had put on her gumboots, opened the door, pushed past us and walked into her garage. She pointed to three different strollers hanging from the roof,

In complete monotone she said,
"Take what you want, I'm going back to bed."

"Well we brought money with us, at least let us buy one from you!"

"Take what you want, I am going back to bed!"

"OK, thanks!"

We could not believe what had just transpired...the first house we knocked on and here we had options!!

I told Megan to jump on them and started pushing her around. The kayaks we were using for this race were inflatables, weighing in at about 60 pounds per, so I figured all 100 pounds of Megan should be a fair assessment of our set up. We ended up taking the newer set of wheels, I threw them over my back and we biked back to our camp site, having been gone less then 30 minutes!

Our teammate Chris, who had called the entire thing ludicrous looked at as (we hid the wheels as we got close to camp to prevent other teams from attempting similar) and said,
"No luck eh!"

"Dude we had three freaking choices!!"

About that time Mark Campbell showed up in the Helly Hansen Cruiser, his face lit up with amusement...
"Lookie what I got!"

Mark had found a local with some aluminum, a set of wheels and a ton of free time and had paid this guy to construct a very specific, light weight, five piece packable set of kayak towing wheels!!

We immediately forgot about our baby carriage, threw a boat onto the wheels and I was absolutely amazed that I could effectively run while towing the boat behind me with virtually Zero resistance! It was perfect and more then one team looked on in envy of our setup. Even the top teams with their baby jogger set ups seemed impressed with the whole device.

We crawled into our tents just before midnight. We would be up at 4:30am to ensure that we were all fully prepared for the 6am race start. It is pretty much mandatory that by the time you reach the starting line of any expedition race, you must already be completely exhausted. In fact we were amongst the first teams to make it to bed that night.

More to come soon,
GR

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Back Safe and Sound




Here are a few more photos a friend sent me from The Test Of Metal a few weeks back.

Just back into town tonight from Prince Rupert and as always, team Helly Hansen/MOMAR have some tales to tell from our latest race...when I finally get to the race report it will detail our last place overall ranking after the first stage to our 5Th place overall after the second stage comeback. How we thought we had 5Th place sewn up, only to be sewing up our inflatable kayak a few hours later...and what would an expedition race be without a rescued hypothermic racer?

RTNX was held in two stages and although we were unranked after the 1st three day stage we rallied back to be the 2ND overall team to finish the 24hr race after the overnight ferry ride from The Queen Charlotte's back to Prince Rupert...stories to come, just as soon as I catch up on some sleep!

GR

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Raid The North Extreme, Follow Along




Counting down the hours now until I fly to Prince Rupert and from there we are off to The Queen Charlotte Islands for what promises to be an epic race experience.

If you wish to follow along you should be able to track team Helly Hansen/MOMAR on the following websites...and be sure to check back here in early July for a full race report!

-Raid The North
-Sleepmonsters
-Mind Over Mountain Adventure Racing Blog

Wish us luck...no more Baja paddling experiences please!

GR

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I Passed 'The Test'









Test of Metal 2007, 810 riders, sold out in 48 minutes...the most successful mountain bike race in Canada, 67km in length with over half of it on single track trails...and all right out my back door!

I had competed in 'The Test' once before in 2005, it was my first ever mountain bike specific event. It hammered down rain in the days leading up to the event and hardly subsided throughout the race, the course was a sloppy, muddy mess. I went out too hard, cramped up late in the race and fell off my bike and onto the forest floor in a pile of pain in Crumpit Woods. I lay there for almost five full minutes before I could even consider getting back onto my bike. I managed to salvage a time of 3hr50m finishing 136Th overall. I walked...no limped away with a greater respect and understanding of what it would take for me to improve my mountain biking. I needed to work on my technical riding and to actually start getting some decent training hours in on the bike, instead of just running for fitness which was mainly what I was doing at that time. 2006 was all about improving my riding and paddling, while just trying to sustain most of my running fitness. I raced the Cheakamus Challenge at the end of 06, my second ever mountain bike event, and was pleasantly surprised at my riding improvements. Through this past winter I spent many an hour sitting on my bike trainer while watching hockey or listening to my I-pod, and had set a goal for myself of a top 50 finish in The Test of Metal 2007.

The two days leading up to the race were perfect biking days. A little overcast, no precip and decent temps. I crashed out at midnight the night before and was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the sun to get me out of bed the next morning...I woke up at 6am to the sound of rain pounding down on the house. It was another dreary, rainy, soggy day, and I was still in my boxers at 10:10am (race starting at 11am) praying for just a little break in the clouds. I was ridiculously nervous and excited for the race, but I was not looking forward to another mud fest and I was trying to hide from the rain for as long as humanly possible. I live about 900 meters from the start of the race, so it was 10:35 before I actually decided to leave the house, bike to the start, squeeze into a decent starting position and try to calm my nerves until the event began.

They started with some announcements followed by the singing of O'Canada (pretty damn cool) and then, boom, the insanity begins. 800 riders instantly jockeying for position. There is a pace car to guide us out onto the highway (2 lanes, not a freeway) for 400 meters before we turn off again and start the initial climb. It is important to have established a decent position before you hit 'Jack's Trail' as this is pretty much the first single track of the race. To get stuck behind a slower rider can cost you seconds, and even minutes depending on where you end up. Due to this, the first thirty minutes of the race are a full on climbing sprint to make it to this trail as quickly as possible and help set yourself up for success throughout the rest of the race. I fully believe that this is the main reason that so many racers end up cramping later on. You go from resting to red line instantly and it is bound to catch up with you after a few hours of riding.

By the time we hit Jack's I had some breathing room, which was nice. I was sticking to the wheel of the rider in front of me and had over 100 meters to the next rider behind me. We managed to pass a few people along this trail as any rider who comes off their bike is pretty much forced to step aside and let the other riders continue on.

Jack's Trail pretty much spits you out onto a forest service road, still climbing of course, and it was at this point that I found myself in no man's land, just back of the pack in front of me, as the rider I had been tailing lost contact with them, and just ahead of a chase group behind me. This is not a good place to be in a bike race as the pack chasing you can catch and swallow you in no time and working to get back on the lead pack is never an easy task. I stood up and started working hard to close the gap before it was too late. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to do so.

About an hour into the race there is a short hike-a-bike section which is finally followed by the first significant downhill portion of the event. As we crested the hike I immediately ran past three riders and put in a final push until we turned into Cliff's and Rob's corners, again single track trails in which you are pretty much stuck in whatever position you entered at. I needed to have made it past one, maybe two more guys. They were not slow riders, but I was continuously looking for any section of the trail where I might be able to pass them as I knew I could open up through here after riding it so many times in training. As I was looking for an opening where you might be able to make it past, should the rider in front of you hold up for a fraction of a second, I ran straight over a tree stump. It threw my seat post into my crotch and nearly took me off my bike altogether...I was sure that I would hear air escaping my tire at any second. I kept looking down to see if I had a slow leak, which wasn't helping me ride any smoother and was only adding to the problem. I spent a good sixty seconds praying to the mountain bike gods to spare me on this day...I have picked up so much garbage on these trails in anticipation of banking karma for a situation just like this one and thankfully I was spared a flat and able to continue on without incident.

I came out of 'the corners' like a man possessed, I shifted into my big ring and didn't look back, it's a double track trail and I just kept yelling,
"On yer left! On yer left!"
I passed no fewer then eight riders in a span of less than a kilometer and for a fraction of a second my balanced, rational side cowered in my right ear...
'This doesn't seem like a great idea, if you bail your day is over and you will be lucky if you're racing again by August...'
Of course that was immediately countered by my competitive side,
'Shut the f$%k up pansy ass, keep sipping your latte and go get a beer ready for us (my bike and I) at the finish line!'

Back into single track on Roller Coaster and once again, I was just two riders too slow. Nowhere to pass, although my handle bars caught one guy in the ribs while I tried my damnedest,
"Sorry"...but not really...

Roller Coaster was the absolute highlight of the entire race for me. People come out en mass to support this event and generally Roller Coaster is where the second biggest party happens (outside of The Feed Zone). They were lined up four deep and you could see camera flashes going off every few hundred feet. It's a great vantage point because you get to see riders switch-backing towards you for a few hundred meters and there are always a few good wipe outs to be had. I heard my name a few times, which is always nice. Of course I have no clue of who was up there as the eyes can't loose focus on the trail, but thanks if you happened to be one of them!

I was dieing to get past these two riders and finally it widened enough for me to do so, they went left and I ducked right. It was the final stretch of Roller Coaster before you get spit out onto the road for a kilometer, and the most technical section of trail in there. I let loose and felt like a total rock star as I bombed down over everything and instantly dropped the riders I had come through there with.

There was a huge gap before the next rider, in fact I could not see anyone on the pavement at all and for a split second I questioned if I had gone wrong...which would effectively be impossible out there anyways. I hammered on the pedals to try and track down whoever the next riders were and it was not until crossing Darwin's (a few km down) that I managed to do so. By this time the people I had lost on Roller Coaster were back on me again. It was blatantly evident to me during this race that my technical riding has become my saving grace. As soon as we hit the next downhill section, going into 'the feed zone' area, (the other main party spot on course where hundreds of people hang out, support their friends and family, pass along food and fluids, etc) which we pass through twice, I again dropped these guys. However after the feed zone you are confronted by Nine Mile hill, code named 'Bonk Hill' and pretty much self explanatory.

It was at this point in the race that my legs started to talk to me. I have learned the hard way that if you don't listen to your legs they will ensure that they find a way to be heard eventually! I knew that I had to take it down a notch, not worry about any riders around me and stay within my means. I did not want a repeat of 05 and it was all feeling eerily similar, although I knew that I was thirty minutes ahead of my time for 05 already. In what was the hardest thing for me to do in the entire event, I let a pack of riders drop me on the climb. I counted ten guys at one point...ten placings right in front of me and I was powerless to take advantage of it!

Nine mile plateaus a few times and for each one you can squeeze in some short heart rate recovery for the the legs. I was just a little shocked at the second to last plateau, in which you can see a few hundred meters ahead, to find that I was all alone again. The pack had put some serious time into me in a very short distance. There was one final climb to go, The Lava Flow. This is initially where I fell apart in 05 having to walk the entire thing and stop numerous times due to cramping. I promised myself that would not happen again and was effectively saving myself for this section, the last serious climb of the entire race. I turned the final corner into the last big push and there they were, all of the riders who had just left me. It was rewarding to pass a group of them on this stretch as they seemed to have made the same mistake I did two years earlier.

At the top of The Lava Flow were local bike shop owner Dave Heisler and all around good guy Ron Enns, both manning an aid station. They each took the time to give a nice booster push as I came past and for a fraction of a second the legs felt good again. Heading into 'The Rip' and 'The Plunge' it was once more necessary to find yourself a good position as these are fast, lengthy, fairly technical downhill sections. I sprinted past three guys at the entry to The Rip and managed to catch another four riders on the downhill portion.

At the end of The Ring Creek Rip, there is a short flat trail that you have to peddle until you get into The Powerhouse Plunge. It was at this point that my legs just exploded. I was forced to bike with my knees at 45 degree angles to the bike just to keep from completely cramping up. I just wanted to get through this and onto the downhill portion of The Plunge without having to walk. I was then passed by two riders, Justin Mark and Andrew Clarke. I have an immense amount of respect for both of these people as great bikers and all around athletes, and I fought through the pain to jump on their wheels. We were tire to tire going into the most technical part of the entire race. I had pre-rode this section of the course two days earlier and cleaned the entire route, but not 200 meters into it I managed to go over the handlebars! I hadn't gone over the bars in over a year and was laying there in shock as I watched Justin and Andrew disappear down the trail. I tried to get back on my bike, but I had lost all momentum to carry me over the obstacles and I was forced to run with it for a bit before I was able to get back in the saddle again.

I was able to shake off the fall, feeling none the worse for wear and went about tracking down an additional five riders. At the bottom of The Plunge you go through the feed zone for the second time. The race has but twenty minutes left to it at this point. I was again all alone as I biked through here, with no one directly ahead of or behind me. Keith Nicoll, me boss man, was manning a North Shore Athletics tent and was kind enough to share the backwash remains of his Red Bull drink...it still helped.

From the feed zone there is but a short ride through Crumpit Woods, also known as Cramp It Woods, and a blast past the Smoke Bluffs and some flat trails to the finish line. I was absolutely dieing and as soon as I hit the trails in Crumpit I came off my bike and had to walk. I was however able to keep moving and I had stashed away a Nuun tablet for just this occurrence. I popped it straight into my mouth and let it fizz away. To my amazement I actually seemed to be making time on the rider in front of me and I could see no one coming from back down the trail. I was again catching up to my buddy Andrew Clarke, he was suffering just as bad and I was able to pass him a gel as I went by on the last section of the climb.

The Nuun seemed to work wonders and although my legs were burning up, I was able to continue riding and even managed to bike up and over the final few climbs. I dropped out into Valley Cliff and was shocked to see Justin Mark and one additional rider just a few hundred meters up the road. I fought hard to close the gap, came flying past the Smoke Bluffs faster then I ever would have dreamed to be safe, and managed to catch them both just as we crossed Logger's Lane into the final section of the race.

Less than a kilometer to go. I told myself to play it smart, try to conserve and then out sprint them on the final straight away where it would be wide enough to do so. A few tight turns and there it was, the last section of the course, I knew my legs were done and only hoped that the adrenaline rush would carry me through.

"On yer right!"

I sped past both riders and into the final turn, a ninety degree sweep to the right which led us over a grassy field and across the finish line. The line wasn't where I remembered it being, it was 100 meters further on, I had no idea what was happening behind me and was trying to fight through the overload of lactic acid...with only meters to go a wheel surged past me at the line...he freakin beat my by one second!!

It actually took me a minute to realize what I great race I had and forget that I had been taken at the finish line by Justin. I congratulated him on a good race and spent a few minutes waiting for my legs to properly function again.

My official finish time was 3h14m even. I was later ecstatic to learn that I was 3rd in my age group and 29TH overall! All in all a phenomenal race for me. Team Helly Hansen/MOMAR racer Megan Rose was also out and she managed to win her age category in a time of 4hr5m27s, finishing as the 15Th overall female!

Although I cramped it was from riding beyond my means and not lack of nutrition. I completed the entire event on just one bottle of Carbo-Pro 1200 and one Nuun tablet...the perfect mix.

No time for rest, as before Friday morning I have to work 40 hours, move into my new place, recover from this race and be on a plane heading to Prince Rupert for Raid The North Extreme. I will not be home again until July 2ND and in all likelihood this will be my last posting until that date. In the meantime, be sure to follow team Helly Hansen/MOMAR's progress up north on the RTNX website and Sleepmonsters.ca

Wish us luck!!

GR

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Full Moon In June Race Report (sorry for the delay!)








This past weekend my team headed out to Crowsnest Pass in Alberta to compete in a 36hr adventure race known as The Full Moon In June. There are generally only 2x 36hr races in Western Canada each year, so it was well worth the 14hr drive from Squamish to get the race experience as a team. You learn something from every race that you compete in and with most of us preparing for Raid The North Extreme in just a few weeks, this was a great place to test ourselves together.

The event started at midnight on Friday night, of course under a full moon. The weather was perfect and the night was clear and fairly warm. They counted down from ten and we were off. My team immediately ran to the front of the pack and onto a forest service road. After ten minutes of running we turned off the trail and started to bush whack up a hill side. It was fun to look back in the night and see 100 other headlamps dotted throughout the forest below.

The FMIJ has an interesting set up in which they offer advanced course options throughout the race. This allows the faster teams to race for a full 36hr while still giving the slower teams the chance to complete the course. I think it's a great idea and one which helps get more first timers out to their first big adventure race.

The first advanced section consisted of bush whacking up through the forest to find a check point in a small clearing. The pack slowly started to spread out and once we were at the right altitude it ended up taking us a good 10 minutes to find the exact clearing. Our altimeter watch was an absolute necessity for this as it continually notified us of when we had trekked too high. In fact we witnessed a line of teams playing follow the leader who simply kept on trekking up and into the night.

Once we punched our passport with the C.P. we turned around and started running down the hill side by whatever trails we could find. We popped back out onto the forest service road having taken exactly 1hr to find the first advanced C.P. We could see teams in front of us and started running down the trail to try and close the gap. The road we were running was a mix of mud, rivers and dirt. Our feet were soaked within minutes and would continue to stay that way for the entire event.

We were never sure of what position we were in, with teams in front of us who had not completed the advanced section you could never be sure. We later learned that we were in fact leading the race for a short while. We traded spots with 'Wild Rose', a team out of Alberta, a few times. They are great people and very experienced racers. Eventually they found the next C.P. ahead of us and charged into the lead. The trekking route then started to climb significantly and we were up in the snow in no time. I wasn't doing too bad, nor was Megan, but Todd and John, both at over 200 pounds, seemed to go swimming in the snow from time to time!

We caught up to and passed Wild Rose once again, and started running down the opposite side. Running downhill in snow is a blast, as long as you don't loose your footing. We all managed decent time through here and were back into the mud and water before we knew it.

At that point Todd noticed that the trail we were on was heading a bit too far east...or was it west...or south...I dunno, that's Todd's job! Anyways, we ended up bushwhacking to the next check point. It started off alright but we were quickly into deep cumbersome forest that slowed our pace.

We reached the first transition, to our bikes, in 2ND place. Wild Rose had made up 15 minutes on us by taking an alternate route, but they seemed to have had a slow transition as we were able to see them just down the road from us.

The 'Chan Clan' was out racing and in good form. Having skipped the first advanced course option we shared the transition with them.

Brent to us,
"Nice work guys, they had a slow transition. Go get em!"

We were in and out in a few minutes and off and riding into the sunrise. It was a bit chilly on the bikes, but the mountain range we were biking along side was one of the nicest I had seen in a long time. I was really enjoying being back in Alberta and the Rocky Mountains, having spent 5 years of my life in Banff it was like a home coming of sorts to see the high alpine again.

We came into the next C.P. just 6 minutes back of the leaders. Our maps seemed to show a short cut on the logging roads. The main route we were taking was nothing technical. It consisted of a 35km forest service road ride with 1,000 feet of elevation loss. A couple of climbs and you were basically there. We veered off the main course to try and make up some time on the rest of the pack. Within 15 minutes we had come to a dead end, even though our maps clearly showed a route through. This is very typical of old B.C. back country maps and in hindsight it was a bad call that the team made. We turned right back around and started hammering to the end of the bike stage to hopefully limit our losses.

We reached the next transition, back to trekking, 30 minutes behind Wild Rose. Once again we out paced them in transition and gained back 7 minutes right away. We were off on our second advanced course option. A leg that would take us up and over a summit of just over 7,000 feet and then into some bushwhacking that would take us to a zip line across a water fall! We were told the stage might take teams about 4hrs to complete, so we minimized our food and water and were off running down the road.

By the time we had reached the summit we had spectacular panoramic views out over two valleys. It was 9am, beautifully sunny out and we had take back another 3 minutes from Wild Rose, putting the gap at just 20 minutes. I was confident at this point that we could be back in the lead before our next stage, which was white water rafting! However, as in any good adventure race, you never know what the course has in store for you next and can never get ahead of yourself or down on yourself or your teammates.

We descended the ridge line down into the forest below and quickly ended up bushwhacking some dense brush. After four hours we were not even half way to the next c.p. and had virtually run out of food and water! We eventually found a small river that we topped up our water bladders with. We then followed this river downstream, as we had decided as a team that we would rather run 17km of road then try to bushwhack the second 1/2 of the stage. We followed the water until it intersected a forest service road, having crossed the glacial run off water a dozen times in the process, including one where we all had to link arms as the water was deep and fast flowing.

This race was quickly turning into a foot race and our feet were taking a beating. They had been wet from the very start as we seemed to cross some form of water, glacial water at that, at least once an hour. By the time we hit the f.s.r. it was tough for any of us to actually run, instead holding a fast hiking pace. It was not until we noticed the recommended time to get in the rafts (4:30pm, and it was then about 2 or 3pm) to give your team a chance to paddle the entire 22km before sunset, that we found the motivation to dig deep and run our way to the zip line across the river. During the 17km run to the zip line we ran past our put in point for the rafts and then learned that at 9:30pm, you had to pull off the river, no matter where you were. You would then have to hike your raft to the road and run the additional km's into the transition to the bikes. This made it immediately evident of how important it was to get on the water a.s.a.p.



As mentioned our chosen route of running the f.s.r. lead us right past the transition to the rafting section and having not seen any teams in hours, we were relieved to at least learn that no team had passed through transition yet. However, the zip line was 4km further up the road, 8km return, and we were fully aware of the fact that our chosen route was probably not the fastest way through the stage.

With 2km still to go for the zip line we could see Wild Rose coming towards us, they noticed us running and quickly did the same. We exchanged congrats for hard efforts to this point in the race and continued on in opposite directions. We knew Wild Rose would be ahead of us, but it was the next few minutes that completely deflated us. A second team was not far behind Wild Rose and by the time we had crossed the zip line and returned to the transition for the rafts we were actually sitting in 4Th place! I'll be honest, we came to win, we always knew it would be a battle, but 4Th was unacceptable! We were now 90 minutes behind the leaders, but with lots of race course left I certainly was not giving up on still tracking them down. Unfortunately, our fate was already sealed.

We were the only four teams that had chosen to do the second advanced course option, and understandably, the race organization only transported four rafts upstream for those teams. It was first come first serve. Some were self bailing boats, meaning that the water would naturally flow out through valves in the boat, and others were not, meaning that you would have to pull over and bail the water out yourself.

The 3rd place team started less then 10 minutes ahead of us, in a self bailer, and by nightfall they had made it the full 22km whereas we had only made it 11km! We had to pull off seven or eight times to bail our boat, each time wasting precious time doing so.
I must admit though, the rafting section was the absolute highlight of the race for us. At the transition going into the water the team was at our low point of the event. Our feet were destroyed, having been on them for 15 of the first 18 hours we were racing, and being wet the entire time. My feet had never been so bad, not even in P.Q. last year! They had deep fissures/divots in them and looked to be completely splitting in half! When we started the rafting stage it was with sunken spirits of a near defeeted team (get it!). Within minutes of being on the water we were hooting and hollering our way downstream. It was a blast and we were all just a little amazed at the technicality of the river we were paddling. We fully expected a fairly mundane paddle with a couple of splashes here and there...we could not have been more incorrect! The river was raging and it truly felt like every paddle stroke counted for hours on end,

"HARD LEFT, BACK RIGHT, ALL ON, C'MON PADDLE HARD, SHIT, BRACE, ROCK, HARD RIGHT, PADDLE HARD!!!!!"

There would be no sleepmonsters on this stage, in fact we ended up taking three foot drops, getting stuck on the rocks, taking some rapids backwards! It was an awesome experience!
However, as mentioned, by nightfall we had only made it half way to the transition and we ended up having to get off the water and hike our raft to the road. We quickly got out of our wetsuits and into some dry clothes as it was now nightfall and cooling quickly. In fact the second night was downright cold, I think someone said 5 or 6 degrees? As we were drying off and putting on our trekking clothes I was stunned...I had forgotten my pants! I quickly put my extra shirt on as pants, snapped a pic and as I was finishing packing up I was amazingly relieved to see my black spandex pants hiding in a baggie in a side pocket...I knew I could not have been that stupid!

As we were trekking into the transition we were now fully aware of the fact that, barring injury, Wild Rose were going to take it. They had made up hours on us during the paddle. We were now shooting for 2ND and the team was excited about getting back on the bikes again and giving the feet a bit of a rest.
We arrived at the bike transition just after midnight. One other difference FMIJ has over any other race we are doing this year is that you need a support crew to move all of your gear, and follow you throughout the race. I would venture to say that we had the best support crew in the entire event! Megan's parents from Australia were visiting and had rented a large motor home...oh how tempting it was to sleep in it throughout the event, John had his girlfriend Colleen there, Todd had Kim and I, of course, had Roxy! I know it was exciting for all of us to come into transition and have someone there cheering us on and helping us get ready to go again...although Roxy ate all of my food, didn't fill any water bottles for me, and she seemed to be trying to tell me that she thought I was terribly slow out there!

We all appreciated each and every one of them being there and they helped us immensely throughout the event!

Once out on the bikes we managed to track down the team ahead of us for 3rd place, and we were all feeling much better than just a few hours prior...of course there was a river crossing every 100 meters or so on the bikes and our feet continued to stay wet and cold throughout the stage.

6am, off the bikes and into the final trekking stage. We had been racing for 30 hours straight and we knew one final big climb lay ahead of us. We had just 6hr until the final race cut-off, the finish line at noon.

We went to work quickly and efficiently, doing whatever we could to make the team go faster and to ensure that we would make that finish line in time. After an hour of trekking we were all starting to fade, I saw a penguin race across the trail (I really did think I saw a freakin penguin!), Megan thought she saw a dog or something, and everyone was slowing considerably. We agreed that we would take a 10 minute nap and collapsed where we stood. Amazingly, just 10 minutes later we all popped up feeling a hundred times better and we managed to significantly quicken our pace.

When we started the stage we were told that no one had finished the race yet, so we truly had no idea of how long it might take us and if we could actually make the finish line or not...but we were going to go down trying, cause that's what we came for!

At 7:20am we reached the last manned C.P. They told us that we were now in 2ND place!! We were ecstatic, just to battle back to that point was a serious accomplishment for us, but we were not 'out of the woods' yet. We were about 1/2 way to the top of the climb and after thanking the volleys for being out there for so long we were off again. The final section of the climb was another f.s.r. and it switch backed forever, but we kept at it knowing that our time was very limited. I kept checking the watch to trying and calculate where we were in terms of our pace and actually making the finish line. We topped out to another great vista and had but a decent bushwhack to a lake and back to the finish line to go. We practically ran down the mountain side and Todd was definitely in a zone. He did not flinch when I told him that I thought he smelled like a hamburger and that I wanted to lick him! We'd been racing awhile and I was starving for real food!
Todd nailed the second to last C.P. and we had just under an hour to make it to the end of the race and a 2ND place showing...we were all running! There was an energy from deep within that was powering everyone along and I know that the team was giving it all they had at that point.

We thought we saw the finish line a few times and were slowly starting to worry that we might actually run out of time. Then Todd said it, the magic words,

"Timmie!"

Our word for the C.P. for this race, which would only make sense to any South Park fans out there!

35 hours and 31 minutes, with just 29 minutes to spare we bolted across that finish line boasting with pride at how we had all come together and fought so hard to be one of only two teams that managed the full advanced course, all 150+ km's of it! It was John Foy's first big race, he did amazing, and I may have even seen a tear in the big guy's eye at that finish line while we were all hugging and congratulating each other. I was truly proud of my team and how hard we fought throughout the race, never once getting down on each other while we were lost and always helping each other during our low points. No one gave up, no one complained, and everyone gave it their absolute all for 36 hours!

We slowly dispersed to go about our next tasks which ranged from sleeping, to eating to changing clothes, maybe even showering, some socializing with the other teams that were around, basically anything by moving or racing!

The race directors came up to me about 30 minutes later. They took the time to tell me that apparently they had a cut-off time in place for the last manned C.P. that we had come though at 7:20am. I guess they had decided that no teams should be allowed to continue beyond this point after 7am for safety reasons. I was also being told that the volleys we had spoken with were trying to say that they had told us we were not allowed to continue on the advanced course because we had arrived late.

No one, including the race directors had slept in days, and as you can imagine a heated discussion ensued, for they were telling us that our last advanced section would no longer count. They had a cut off time in place that we effectively beat by an hour, leaving late and arriving early. The race finished at noon, after which there are 10 full hours of daylight in Alberta, it was the end of the race and the cut off was at the top of a climb, I just did not get it...I still don't. However, right there at the bottom of our stage instructions it stated that there was a 7am cut off for that C.P. For the record, no one on my team recalls being told by the volleys that we had to go short course, and we were not trying to stir up shit by continuing on the long course. We were racing hard for a 2ND place finish, one which I think we deserved, but in the end it was not to be. The rules were in place, whether I agreed or understood why did not matter, they were there, they applied to everyone in the race and we were dis-credited with finishing the last advanced section. This would only give us two out of three advanced sections and as such dropped us down to what ended up being 6Th. There was an additional kurfuffle after the awards, which left us thinking for five minutes that we would be ranked 3rd, but in the end we are officially 6Th.

We hold no ill feeling towards the race directors, they had their rules and they stuck to them, which is no easy thing to do in situations like that. The race was a ton of fun, amazingly challenging, and with the long and short course options it makes it a great entry level race for people trying to get their 'feet wet' (I know, I'm full of them this morning!) in longer adventure races.

Not much time for rest as next weekend I am racing in the 67km mountain bike race known as the Test of Metal, and then from June 23rd-30th we are going to tackle the 500km expedition race know as Raid The North Extreme, although there is some significant flooding in Northern B.C. right now and the course is currently being altered to reflect the challenges they are facing with this!

A very special thank you to our support crew, Valerie, Kim, Colleen, Ivan and Roxy. You were all amazing out there and we loved seeing you at each transition are!

Finally, a very big CONGRATULATIONS to Wild Rose. They raced smart and strong and deserved to walk away champions. It was great to see you guys out, hopefully we'll get another shot at you guys in the near future!!

GR

P.S. Anyone wondering about the posting date of June 7th? This has not been on here for three days, I started a draft three days ago but only finished it this morning, being Sunday. I guess it takes the original date for postings.

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Full Moon In June, Here We Come!



It's been a crazy week...with getting ready to move out of my home, working 10hr days (so I can take off for 5 days), training daily, and trying to organize everything for our next race, the Full Moon In June, which is a 36hr non-stop adventure race taking place this weekend in Southern Alberta (Crowsnest Pass), I have hardly slept. Great training for the longer races I guess.

I'll be racing with my team, who will consist of Megan Rose, Todd Nowack and John Foy for this race.

F.M.I.J. are promising regular updates via their blog, so if you have some free time between Midnight Mountain time on Friday and noon on Sunday, check in and see how we are doing.

I'm looking to go to Banff for a few days after the race and catch up with some great friends who I have not seen in years. All in all it is shaping up to be a stellar weekend, helped along by the flawless weather forecast.

GR

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Planning For Next Season!




How is it possible that we are not even into the full swing of our 2007 race season when we have to start looking at applying for races in 2008!

Check out the latest update from Primal Quest...they are promising to return again in 2008 at an undisclosed U.S. location...my guess is Alaska or Hawaii, as they have gone through California in 02, Colorado in 03, Washington in 04 and into the Utah desert in 06...we'll have to wait and see I guess.

They are apparently accepting applications as of July 1st! Team Helly Hansen/MOMAR was giving serious consideration to competing in the Adventure Racing World Championships in Brazil next year...now the dilemma, which race holds more prestige, which will have the stronger field...and which will be more affordable. All questions that I would prefer to leave until September to look at.
Once this sport grabs a hold of your life, you are a goner!!

GR

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Busy Times Training In The Sunshine





Really busy lately getting all my training hours in (25 this week), and enjoying all the sunshine and summer weather we are getting here on the West Coast.
I have had some big days this week and am loving them all. Sorry for the lame posting, but I just had the most intense 2hr road ride of my life (with 20 other riders), covering over 70km, and am about to pass out!
Here are some recent pics because I have little else to say right now...

GR

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Yeah Carbo Pro!




I would just like to take a minute to officially welcome Carb Pro and Carbo Pro 1200 to team Helly Hansen/MOMAR.

Some of you may remember a few months back after my first solo win at Dirty Duo that I mentioned this stuff in my post race report...they weren't even a sponsor then, but I believe in this product so much that I just had to give it the props it deserved.

I only discovered this stuff in mid September of last year and since then have had the best racing results of my life! In my first race using Carbo Pro 1200 I managed a 2Nd overall in the Rubble Creek Classic out of Whistler. A 25km trail run that I covered in a course record 2h12m42s, unfortunately there was someone five seconds ahead of me who now holds the new course record. Oh yeah, and I did this just 24 hours after racing to an 8Th in age at a 71km mountain bike event.

I had struggled with cramping for years and could never put my finger on it. I always took in what I knew to be more than enough electrolytes, but it never seemed to help. My issue was that I could never get enough calories into my body. Carbo Pro and Carbo Pro 1200 allow me to do that with ease. In fact in Baja recently we were amazed that we could load almost 1000 calories of Carbo Pro into our water bladders and never get that overwhelming sugar load that every other mix on the market seems to have. Their 'Neutral' flavour is just that. Even with 1000 calories in a 2.5 litre bladder it still tasted like mildly flavoured water.

Oh yeah, and it's Gluten Free, which is perfect for Celiac's like myself.

GR

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Squamish MOMAR Race Report









An incredible season of racing just continues to get better for Team Helly Hansen/MOMAR.

This past weekend was the first Mind Over Mountain Adventure Race of 2007, held right in my hometown of Squamish, B.C.
Squamish is the self proclaimed "Outdoor Recreation Capital of Canada", and the perfect destination for an adventure race.

The night prior to the event Bryan Tasaka of MOMAR fame, gave Megan, Todd and I a stage to tell our tall tales of racing in Baja. I would like to sincerely thank all the people who took the time to listen to us babble on for 45 minutes. Thank you to all of our sponsors as well, we had numerous items on display for all to see.

Saturday May 12th was the nicest day of the year so far, and over 220 people were lined up at Alice Lake to tackle a course designed by fellow adventure racer, Jen Segger-Gigg.

At 8:15am we were handed our course maps for the day. Todd and I grabbed a picnic table and it took me all of 7 minutes to memorize every turn in the race...finally a home field advantage! Then the surprise, we would be given an additional map, as the race started, which entailed a trekking stage where we had to locate 6 checkpoints. Instructions were simple,

"Do not open your maps until we say GO!"

Todd and I waited anxiously until all maps were handed out, then Todd heard the word, ripped open the map bag and we were off and running...until Race Director Bryan Tasaka started yelling at us on the microphone..."I didn't say GO!!! Robbins, get the hell back here!"

Me to Todd,
"I thought you said you heard GO!"

"I did! Someone said it!"

220 people were staring right at us...

With our tail between our legs,
"Sorry, thought we heard the word...he he".

We made for damn sure that we heard it when he finally did officially start the race and once again we were off.
A few weeks back Jen and Bryan had posted a few pics on the MOMAR Blog of their course scouting weekend. I immediately recognized one of the photos as being Debeck's Hill, a slog of a climb from Alice Lake that gained almost 1,000 feet of vertical. There are only two trails off the top of Debeck's, after you climb the road to the top, and but one of those makes sense for a course such as this. Todd and I were the first people to make it onto the downside of that trail. You could collect the 6 C.P.'s in any order, so about 1/2 of the pack were going the opposite way to us. Unfortunately for one racer, he decided to bomb down the wrong trail off of Debeck's Hill. He managed to recover, but not before loosing over 30 minutes to his mistake.

Todd and I made good time as we ran the steep and technical trail back down the 800+ feet we had just climbed.
From there we had a short bush whack onto a single track trail that was hiding our second to last C.P. We blasted through the forest and out onto the trail expecting the C.P. to be within a few hundred feet of where we stood, but we could not seem to locate it? We first ran up the trail, then down, way down, until we knew that we had gone too far. We thought we had lost time to our competitors until we noticed them searching as well,

"Have you found the C.P. yet?"

"No!"

Todd and I stopped to take a second look at our maps. We could not figure it out and as we started to run up the trail again we both halted in shock...the C.P. was but 30 feet away from us! It was in some trees on the opposite side of the trail to which we had been searching, and was all but invisible as you were running down the trail, in fact, if Todd and I had not stopped to check our maps we probably would have run right past it again! We were quick to grab it and go, as we did not want to lead a flurry of teams to what had taken us so long to find ourselves.

From there we had but a quick run back to the lake before transitioning to our mountain bikes. As we hit the C.P., at the transition, we were told that only two solo racers had made it back quicker, and they were but a few minutes ahead.

After a speedy change over we were off. I was familiar with pretty much the entire bike route and we did not have to stop at all to check our location. Coincidentally enough, our local Squamish Toonie Mountain Bike races (held on alternating Wed nights), had covered a decent portion of the MOMAR course just three days prior! I was able to communicate to Todd throughout the 1h40m ride what to expect,

"Hike a bike around the corner. Big climb coming up. Technical trails just ahead. Last climb before it's all downhill!"

We managed to close the gap and pass the 2ND place racer within thirty minutes of riding. I was well aware the the leader of the race was an incredible mountain biker, having won mountain bike specific races in the past. I told Todd that our goal at that point was to make sure no teams caught us from behind, while trying to limit our time losses to the leader in the hopes of catching him on the next trekking stage.

At every C.P. along the route we would ask how far ahead he was,

"Four minutes".

"Four minutes".

"Four minutes".

After an hour and forty minutes of riding we had lost but 11 seconds to him! I knew at that point that Todd and I had a legitimate shot at winning the overall race. Something a team of two guys has only accomplished once in 22 MOMAR events!

We had another solid transition before running out onto the second trekking leg. Our excitement got the better of us and somehow we managed to run right past some flagging tape on our right hand side. It was not until Todd noticed that we were on the wrong side of the river that we managed to right our mistake. We turned back and upon locating the BRIGHT PINK flagging tape (two sections of the course required navigation, while two sections were flagged), we both looked at each other in disgust at what a stupid mistake we had just made, throwing away precious time to the leader while running out of race course to make up for it.

The second trek had two very steep climbs. After summiting the first we started to run down the opposite side, and were just a little shocked that an even larger additional climb was staring us in the face. It was over 3hr into the race and the legs were starting to feel it. I just kept telling myself that everyone else would be suffering at that point as well.

After thirty five minutes of what seemed like and entirely uphill trek we ran back into the transition area and the final biking stage.

"How far ahead?"

"Five minutes!"

"C'mon, we should see him at the ropes!"

For the first time in MOMAR history there was no paddling section. Instead it was replaced with a rappel off of a 70 foot rock face. Squamish is one of the epicenters of Canadian rock climbing, so it was only fitting!

As we came into the ropes section we were told that the lead racer was just ahead. We threw on our harnesses and ran up the trail to the ropes...and at the same time we saw the guy we had been chasing all day running right back at us!

"Todd, that can't be right, he must have forgotten something!"

We hit the top of the ropes in 1st place, but were only allowed to utilize one rope, as they had a one rope per team rule. I made it down and as Todd was clipping in I watched the racer we had just passed click in and practically jump off the rock and down the entire rappel in one swift motion! (he had initially forgotten to grab his carabiner and descending device)

Todd immediately responded by quickening his pace and we were all back onto our bikes for a 300 meter downhill ride into the final transition and last stage of the race. I basically glued my front tire to the rear of the guy we were chasing and after three and a half hours of racing the three of us arrived simultaneously into the last transition.

We were given another map, with four clues to the location of the final checkpoints.
One was a ridiculous math equation, followed by deciphering a word, to give you the exact address of a store. I didn't even bother with the math, just deciphered Cleveland Ave and knew that we had to run the length of it to the finish anyways. We were bound to find it along the way. (I was later shocked to learn that the C.P. was located right inside the store that I manage! I must give serious props to Bryan Tasaka and Jen Segger-Gigg for lying to me, outright, for three months!!)
The second C.P. was located at a bike shop, there was only one on this side of town, so that was easy.
The third C.P. was in the Squamish Estuary and behind a bench. It took me a few minutes to remember the exact location of the bench, but again not a problem.
The fourth C.P. said something to the effect of "This would be Kermit the Frog's favorite garden".

Just down the road from us was a local flower garden called 'Lily's Garden'...I run past it almost once a week...Todd and I started to run and so did our competitor...we slowed down and so did our competitor...we sped up, he sped up, we slowed...you get the point. It was the smartest thing he could have done. Everyone knew I lived right in Squamish and should have the easiest time with the clues. If we lead him to the first C.P. I was convinced that he would be able to out sprint us across the finish line...

"Todd, I'm cramping, I can't run!"

Our competitor ran off in the wrong direction and Todd and were able to sneak into 'Lily's Garden' (which was on the map), grab the C.P. and sneak out the opposite side. We looked up and noticed him asking some local volunteers which way to go.

From there we crossed the highway and grabbed the second C.P. at Corsa Cycles (thanks for the water station guys!).
At that point I looked over to see our friend running down Cleveland Ave...

"Justin, come here! Did you find the Lily Garden?"

"No"

I knew at that point that we had enough of a gap to close it out,

"It's back across the highway, off to the right."

"Thanks!"

Todd and I ran down Cleveland Ave and right into the store that, as mentioned I work in, North Shore Athletics, then to the end of town and out onto the Squamish Estuary, before running back into town and across the finish line...FIRST OVERALL FINISHERS!!

YEEEEE HAAWWWWWW!!! I tried to pick up the race director in my excitement, but my legs cramped and I nearly hit the ground...it was time to stretch and carbo load on beer!

Our team Helly Hansen/MOMAR teammate Megan Rose was also competing on the day, with good friend Adam Smith from Code3 Racing. They managed to outpace their competition at the line to win the co-ed division, and our good friend from Whistler Lina Augaitis was racing on a team of four co-ed and also walked away winning their category!

From there we were all off to get cleaned up and have a few pre-drinks at my place before attending the legendary MOMAR after party. One of the best band's from Whistler, The Hair Farmer's, were out to rock the crowd. I crawled into bed at some ungodly hour and was only able to make it out for breakfast and groceries on Sunday...an absolutely perfect weekend!

Thanks again to Helly Hansen, and Mind Over Mountain for hosting such an incredible race in Squamish. I know that more then a few people are already looking forward to another great race here next season!

GR

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Just getting in from a solid team training day...10hr's encompassing all of the main disciplines of Adventure Racing...kayaking, mountain biking, hiking/trail running/bush whacking, and the most important discipline of all...drinks and nachos!

A bit of a logistically challenging day with only two kayaks and two mountain bikes for the three of us, but we figured it out.
Megan used her road bike to come from Whistler to Squamish while John Foy (our fourth teammate for the Full Moon In June, welcome aboard John!) and I hit the sound for a 3hr kayak start to the day.

The sky opened up on us immediately after we hit the water, but within an hour we were down to just some decent cloud cover.
Megan met us at the water for 11am and grabbed a kayak while John and I headed off on the mountain bikes for 3hr. At 4pm we all headed out for a 4hr trek, with weighted backpacks, up The Chief and towards Petgill Lake (we hit the snowline before the lake and were forced to turn back as we could no longer distinguish the trail).

After 10hr we had just enough time for some nachos and drinks before Megan had to catch the bus back to Whistler and John had to hit the highway back to Vancouver. Roxy is out cold and I'm not far behind...as soon as I stretch...or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Pics:
1)Starting our day in the rain.
2)Clearing up a little.
3)Top of 9 Mile (Test of Metal bike race route).
4)What looks cooler than two bikes and a kayak on yer car!!
5)First vantage point on our hike...off in the distance behind us is the old 'Wood Fibre' mill, which we had paddled to seven hours earlier.
6)Getting up to the snow line at over 2300 feet above sea level.
7)The only way to finish a big training day!

GR

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Summit 2 Shore Adventure Challenge, Race Report




This past weekend was the inaugural Summit 2 Shore Adventure Challenge, hosted by Innovative Fitness and North Shore Athletics, with all proceeds going towards the Canuck Place Children's charity.

The event was held in the Deep Cove area of North Vancouver and consisted of a snowshoe run, a mountain bike ride, a trail run and a kayaking leg. There were options for short courses, long courses and relay teams, with over 90 people tackling at least some portion of the race. All in all over $7,000 was raised for charity, and a great day was had by all.

We were fortunate to have such a beautiful weekend after near torrential rains throughout the week. Sunday started with some cloud cover and was a bit chilly, but the sun would have it's way and it proved to be a near perfect Vancouver Spring day!

I recognized many of the other solo competitors and was looking forward to racing against most of them for the first time this season. As mentioned the first stage was a snowshoe run. Some people, including myself run with more of a heel flick motion on snowshoes, which basically throws snow up and over my head while I run. I have learned that the best remedy for this is to simply run with a hooded jacket on. The race directors shouted go, I threw up my Helly Hansen Zone Jacket Hood and was off. We would start by running around a lodge before heading into some single track trails. I wanted to be in the lead for the single track and pretty much sprinted off the starting line. With my hood up I had virtually no peripheral and hence could not tell how closely I was being chased. About 10 minutes in we reached the first significant climb. I was finally able to turn back and was surprised to see that I was all alone. I was going out harder then I normally would, but for a fairly low key event I was more interested in testing my limits verses racing 'smart'. After twenty minutes of snowshoeing we crested our climb and came to a turn around point where I could now see that I had almost a minute on second place. From here it was all downhill back to the starting line so I just opened up and let loose!

I was later told that I had a four minute lead coming off of the snowshoe run. I have no idea of how accurate this information was, but I was out of transition before anyone else made it in.

From here we were on our mountain bikes for some fun yet technical, mainly downhill biking. Very few people were able to ride the initial trail, T.N.T. I simply grabbed my bike and started running! We then linked up with numerous other local favorite's such as Ned's, Hyannis, Bridal Path, Old Buck and The Baden Powell. Once past T.N.T. I was able to ride the better portion of the trails. I figured at worst I might be loosing a few seconds to a seasoned technical rider? I knew there were better paddlers in the field then myself and was trying to make it to the water with enough of a lead to ensure that I would not be caught. There would be nothing worse then being passed on the final stage, while kayaking. Of all the disciplines we race in, paddling is by far the hardest to will yourself to go faster. It's all about technique and gear, and there would be very little I could do if someone happened to catch me on the water.

I came into the bike to run transition with only three thoughts in my mind...take off helmet, switch shoes, grab bottle, run! OK, that's four, but I wasn't counting at that point. I had the fastest and smoothest transition of my entire life...it was the highlight of the whole race for me! It was so fluent that I was in and out in a matter of seconds. I heard some of the volunteers laugh as I was running away...I think they were almost as impressed as I was.

The run would take us up a trail called '3 Chop' which was basically a 30 minute speed hike until we plateaued and faced a 45 minute downhill run into Deep Cove. My legs were starting to talk to me, but I downed my Nuun electrolyte drink and thankfully my legs allowed me to ignore them until I reached the water. I have been on this section of The Baden Powell trail for so many big races in the last few years that I really do feel like I now know it like the back of my hand. There are a few climbs that used to sneak up on me towards the end of this run, but now I can anticipate and attack them as I know what lies ahead.

I made it to the water in just under three hours. It was a bit of a scramble to locate the boat that I had rented over the phone, but had not yet seen... and I then had to find my own paddling gear and set up the peddles in the kayak for steering the rudder. I'm sure I was looking just as stressed as I actually was about getting out on the water as soon as possible. Thankfully some friends noticed all the clamber and came to my aid, as they helped locate my boat, my gear and even got me to calm down...a little bit...but I knew I had to get on the water immediately.

I was not five minutes out when my legs just started convulsing! They were cramping up no matter what direction I pointed them in and I'm sure I looked like someone who was trying to avoid rodents running through the hull of my boat! Even the base of my foot cramped when I tried to just use my toes to steer with.
I ended up being very fortunate for the water was near perfect when I started and it was not until I hit the final stretch that I noticed the wind starting to pick up. I guess it ended up getting a bit rough out there and most other racers faced tougher conditions than I had to deal with. I was constantly shoulder checking but could see no one. With about 10 minutes of kayaking to go I knew that I would not be caught. I put my head down and hammered it home. When I jumped from the boat my legs would not function properly and I ended up having to run bow legged to the finish line. I could hear the amusement of many a spectator as they watched me struggle to walk upright.

I crossed the finish line in 3h40m, good for my second solo win of the season! I was right about being out paced on the water and my good friend Brian McCurdy finished 2ND in a time of 3h47m having put nearly 10 minutes into me during the paddling...damn surf skis!

My teammate Megan Rose finised first...and last in the long course female solo category...as she was the only girl brave enough to tackle the long course! She also raced The Suburban Rush Adventure Race the previous day and finished as the 3rd solo female there. So a big, successful weekend for her as well!

AND, our fourth teammate for Raid The North Extreme, Christiaan Piller, was racing a 24hr 'rogaine' orienteering event in Nova Scotia and he won the overall out there as well...solid weekend for ole Helly Hansen/MOMAR Adventure Racing Team!!

I'm actually taking a weekend off from racing this week...can you say GARAGE SALES, yeee haaww, I'm breaking out my rolled change!!

GR

Oh yeah, and I had a Barenaked Ladies song going through my head for the entire race, "Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same, when temtation comes, we just look away...

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(This agreement ensures that we will be a featured team on television for this event! The race takes place at the end of June and will be broadcast in high definition, during prime time on Global, in October!)


Raid the North Extreme
signs apparel provider Helly Hansen


April 30, 2007, Prince Rupert, BC: Frontier Adventure Racing Inc. (Frontier) has signed performance and technical wear expert Helly Hansen as the official apparel and footwear provider for this year’s only true expedition style adventure race in North America: Raid the North Extreme in Prince Rupert, B.C.

Helly Hansen is as tough as the competition will be during the week-long race through some of Canada ’s more diverse terrain. Helly will be providing performance HH Dry shirts with LIFA® Stay Dry technology for all competitors and volunteers as well as outfitting race staff, medics, and the television production crew with appropriate apparel and footwear to stay warm, dry, and safe.

“Helly Hansen has long been an integral part of the gear closet for most adventurers, and their association with Raid the North Extreme (RTNX) solidifies the quality of their product. They understand the value of integration with an event of this magnitude,” says race director Geoff Langford. “We will be giving Helly products a chance to perform on the backs of competitors, as well as race management and safety teams, and the television production crews.”

Helly Hansen will also be sponsoring a team competing in this year’s race. Team Helly Hansen / MOMAR based out of British Columbia, who finished well at both Primal Quest last year and the Baja Travesia recently, will all be wearing the latest Helly Hansen performance wear.

"We are all very excited that Frontier has chosen the rugged northern B.C. coast for it's 07 race. 'Extreme' has a long standing tradition of providing exceptional race courses over incredible terrain,” said Team Helly Hansen / MOMAR captain Gary Robbins. “The selection of Prince Rupert as this years host city has once again shown Frontier’s ability to find remote and challenging, yet accessible terrain to host a truly stellar event. We are all counting down the days until our biggest event of the year!"

Helly is recognized for its classic yet progressive look but is known for its technologies. This season is no exception. Safety and performance are pushed throughout the line. High visibility elements are featured in jackets, jerseys and footwear for trail and water sports. High-end performance products are introduced for dedicated sailors and adventure racers. And highly breathable LIFA® Stay Dry technology is incorporated into a wide range of water sports and trail jackets, jerseys and shoes to cool and comfort when it gets wet and hot.

“Raid the North Extreme puts Helly Hansen in its element,” said Marshall Rutman, Helly Hansen North America’s marketing manager. “Helly has produced apparel designed to comfort and protect in the world’s toughest work and expedition environments for 130 years. The RTNX course will test the will and strength of the adventure athletes. Clothes and footwear that keeps them comfortable in difficult conditions will be imperative for performance and safety reasons. It’s a privilege to be associated with the event and will be a thrill to watch and see who wins.”

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Why Do I Continually Do This To Myself? (Gutbuster Race Report)

I have a tendency of competing beyond my limits. I can't go out and do a race at 80%, I can't compete at 90%, no I can't even think about competing at 99%...every time I hear the word go I ramp my body up to 110% and suffer until the finish line. Many a time I have realized that I was doing more harm than good to my own body in a race and yet would never even flinch at the thought of slowing down or listening to my brain screaming at me to stop...and such was my weekend.

I had to make it to Victoria at some point to catch up with my teammate Todd Nowack and get some training in on different terrain. This past weekend worked out perfectly as there was also an 11km Gutbuster trail race on Saturday morning in Duncan, just north of Vic.

I caught the ferry over on Friday night and we headed to the race start for 10am on Saturday. The event had over 200 registrants, and from the starting area you could look up and see the Mt Tzouhalem summit that we would soon be climbing. In typical 'Gut Busting' form, the race would start with a huge 450 meter climb up to a summit with incredible views out over the valley (or so I was told, I was pretty much crying at that point and couldn't clear the tears from my eyes to appreciate the vantage point), we would then run around on flat terrain for all of about 100 feet before bombing back down steep trails and roads back to the finish line. So basically your lungs would scream at you for the entire climb and your legs would curse you for all of the descent...I couldn't wait!

Vancouver Island is full of talented runners, and athletes for that matter. Their climate, terrain and facilities attract many of the top triathletes in Canada, and although I did not recognize any runners, I knew I would be fighting for whatever place I could manage to hold onto out there.

As soon as the race started I went out with the lead pack and hoped for the best...I was in second place for almost a full minute! Once we hit the climb the pack started to spread out. The lead two guys were clearly outpacing the rest of us, although I did manage to keep them in sight for 3/4 of the climb. I slowly dropped back to 6th and then 7th, but 3rd place was always in sight, and 8th was nowhere to be seen, so all I all I was happy with how I was doing. I don't train very much in hill running. We would never consider it in an expedition...you run up a hill with a 25lb backpack, in the middle of a 600km expedition and let me know how it feels, I don't wanna find out for myself. In ultra running I train to speed hike the big ascents and can usually outpace most around me...so this whole running up the trail was for the birds in my mind...and I'm pretty sure I heard them laughing at us out there as well?

Anyways, before we summited the climb I managed to get back into 6th, and had 5th and 4th right ahead of me. 3rd place had managed to drop us and I knew that 1st and 2nd were off on there own for the day having somehow floated up the trail and out of sight.

My downhill is my strength and I was still carrying illusions of a top three finish. I hammered down the first few steep sections and quickly made up the time on the two runners in front of me. I ran past them both and up into 4th...I was in a hell of a lot of pain, but pleasantly surprised at how well I was doing. Once we hit technical sections of the descent I finally managed to gain some breathing room for myself and quietly wondered if 3rd place was anywhere to be seen or not?

At the 45 minute point in the race, and almost exactly to the second, my entire being just lost it's juice. I knew I had slowed, without runners in front of me or directly behind me it became tougher to push through the suffering...so I actually yelled at myself...out loud none the less...

"You'd better f$%king wake up Robbins, less than 20 (minutes) to go, suck it up man!"

Yes I am crazy and I know this.

Having looked at the times from last year I figured I'd be out in just over an hour, but my brain was actually trying to convince me that if I fell, and injured myself...or at least somehow managed to bleed, I could walk to the finish and have a legitimate excuse for pulling up.
The shorter races really are torture for me and I continually have to battle my rational side like an evil devil on my shoulder, no singing to myself in these races, it's more like..."stop, stop, stop already...this hurts, why do you do this to me? Just stop it, I really don't care if you stop running, c'mon, I'll give you ice cream!"

The technical trail opened up into a logging road descent and I could hear a runner closing on me. I turned to see 4th place evaporating, as the runner was outpacing me and there was little I could do about it. I jokingly threw both arms out to the sides to block him from passing...but it didn't slow him at all!

I was now in 5th, and there was only 10 minutes until the suffering would end...and then I heard more footsteps...why wouldn't these guys just leave me alone...I passed you already, no tag backs!

In my mind there was light years of difference between a 5th and 6th place finish. Fifth is top five and sixth is top ten, period! This is all I repeated in my head as I struggled to block out everything else.

The runner caught up to me, but could not seem to pass, in fact he did not even attempt to pass me. I took this to mean that he had just pushed himself hard to 'get back on' and he was most likely looking to catch his breath again before trying to outpace me to the line, we were approaching the last climb, there was but 250 meters of race course left after it...I was not about to give him the time to do so. I dug deep and ran hard down the trail, towards and eventually over the last hill climb and made sure NOT to glance back at all. I know how even a shoulder turn can sometimes be enough to let the guy behind you know that he still has a shot at you (you only check if you are hurting and worried). I hit the flats and just sprinted all out across that line. My dog Roxy had joined me for the weekend. I had left her with a friend when the race started and she managed to jump out on course and run the last 50 meters with me! I thought I was gonna puke...or die, or puke and then die...it hurt!

I managed to hold onto a 5th place finish, just 13 seconds out of 4th and amazingly, I put 22 seconds into the 6th place finisher during my final sprint...which I hardly remember because so many pain sensors were simultaneously erupting within various corners of my body that I had long since forgotten existed.

Todd also had a solid run for himself finishing in 16th, which is incredible when you see how big a guy he is and realise how tough the downhills have to be on his limbs!

So from there we were off to do some kayak pool training...well after a nap and 2 bottles of ibuprofen.
We hit a local pool for 3hr with the boats. Todd was trying to educate me a bit more on the finer points of handling a watercraft...Baja was a bit of a wake up call for all of us and having realized that both of my remaining expedition races this year will have significant ocean paddling, I figured it a good year to practice my water skills and not just my paddle stroke. Within the 3hr I had managed to consume four liters of pool water, tip a surf ski nine times and perform two 'rolls' in the kayak...all in all not a bad night.

Oh yeah, and although I could make this next bit a story in and of itself...I managed to run into a friend from Banff at the Gutbuster...a friend who I had not seen in a full ten years! Thankfully she recognized me and she was even having a party that night, so Todd and I headed over there after the pool session...a complete day to say the least.

Sunday:

Having only consumed minor amounts of the drink the night before I managed to crawl out of bed for 8am and Todd and I were out the door with Roxy for a 9am limp/hike/recovery 'run'. Two and a half hours later and still felt like I had just had surgery on every bone below my waist...oh yeah and my entire left side of my upper body was sore from trying 300 rolls to pull off just two.

It was onto the mountain bikes and amazingly it was like being reborn again. The biking muscles were not feeling too bad and Todd gave me the grand tour of the 'Mt Work' bike area. It was an absolutely perfect spring day to be alive, not to mention being out there enjoying some incredible bike terrain. I was in shorts and a bike jersey and sweating profusely...and I loved it!

We made a quick transition from the bike ride to the car ride and stopped off for some fish n chips before I hopped on the ferry back to the mainland. I was home in Squamish for 9:30pm having felt like I'd been gone a week. All in all, outside of the fact that I slept on my couch last night because I simply could not seem to make it up the stairs to my own bedroom, it was a perfect weekend!

Thanks to The Gutbuster for a great race and Helly Hansen for thier incredible running gear. The Helly Hansen Long Sleeve Lifa Crew kept me warm throughout the run, and surprisingly enough dried so quickly after the race that it allowed me to do even more socializing before having to change out of my running gear. Definitely a priority for me!

Sorry no pics to show. That waterproof camera I had in Baja got smacked up and ended up not so waterproof in the end.

Anyways, I'd like to head to bed in a few hours so I'd better start in on my staircase right away.

GR

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