King’s Trench, Mt Logan, YT

Trip: May 2024

The plan was to fly from Silver City, the small airport 45 minutes from Haines Junction, to the Kings Trench on Friday, May 10, 2024.

A bad stretch of weather starting on May 1 meant Icefield Discovery, the one-plane operation serving Mt Logan and the surrounding area, was unable to fly for the first two weeks of May. We were in touch with Sian, the owner of Icefield Discovery, and changed our plans slightly in response to the weather, leaving Squamish a few days later and arriving in the Yukon on the weekend of May 11.

We spent a few days repacking and tying up loose ends in Haines Junction, and made our way to Silver City on Monday, May 13. Somewhere between Squamish and Silver City, a mouse made its way into our truck and was eating our snacks. We had to fully unload the truck twice before we found it, and it looked like it had been thoroughly enjoying our food.

After being grounded for 13 days, Sian and her team were optimistic that they’d start to work their way through the backlog of skiers and mountaineers waiting to get into the mountains. A few groups ahead of us had waited for a week or longer to fly and had finally given up, so we were lucky and were the second group in the queue.

On Tuesday, May 14, we made it to basecamp on Mt Logan’s King’s Trench route. Our flight in took us over the first part of our route and we took advantage by taking photos from above so that we could better navigate through the crevasses on our way to Camp 1. Basecamp is at approximately 2800m and is just a few kilometers east of the Alaska border.

Basecamp: Day 1

We arrived around 1:30pm and immediately began to set up basecamp. We dug a platform for the tent and built a small wall to shelter the tent from the wind, which was coming from the west. Some clouds began to gather around the pass where we had flown in, and we heard a plane approach and then turn around as we set up camp. We later learned that our future friends from Montana were in that plane, which had to turn around just minutes from landing at camp because of the wall of clouds. This would become a trend.

Around 5 or 6pm, we carried a load of food and fuel up to Camp 1. As we worked our way up, fog rolled in and it began to lightly snow. The crevasses were enormous so navigation was relatively easy. We buried our cache around 3100m and skied back to basecamp with our sleds flapping behind us. It was now about 9:30pm and we began to make dinner. The original plan was quesadillas with chicken, peppers, and beans, but we quickly decided that just cheese would do. Best quesadilla I’ve ever had.

Enjoying hot quesadillas late at night.

Camp 1: Days 2-4

The next morning the sun was out and it was a beautiful day. We woke up at 7 and sent an InReach message to Sian with a weather report so that she could plan her flights for the day. There were several more groups booked to come to basecamp over the coming days. She reported back that unfortunately the plane had a mechanical issue and was unable to fly for a few days, so we’d get Logan all to ourselves for a few more days. We later heard that a fireball had shot out the back of the plane as the Montanans tried to fly in after us on May 14.

We packed up camp and were ready to start moving around noon, which was not ideal but necessary because of our late night. About 6-10cm of snow had fallen overnight and we moved at a crawl, breaking trail and pulling our heavy sleds. We ate and drank occasionally, and around the time we passed our cache, we were both feeling tired and hungry. We arrived at Camp 1 in the late afternoon, had a big snack (which greatly improved our wellbeing), skied back to pick up our cache, and then set up camp.

Breaking trail through fresh snow, beside house-sized crevasses.

Camp 1 is around 3300m and sits on a large patch of glacier, about 2km wide, between two 4000m ridges. The north-facing ridge to the south is heavily serraced, and the south-facing ridge to the north is exposed granite with small gravelly rock at the bottom. We decided we wanted to be farther away from the serracs, so we set our camp 1 closer to the north end of the glacier.

Throughout the afternoon we heard small rocks falling and sliding down the granite ridge, which felt quite close. When we looked at our map, we found that we were several hundred meters away from the ridge and safe unless there was a massive and unlikely rockfall. We had to balance our proximity to the rocks with our desire to be very far away from the serracs on the south side of the trench, but it still felt uncomfortable. The scale on Mt Logan is difficult to comprehend. Everything there is huge, distances are foreshortened, and the endless snow and ice made us lose all perspective.

Reflecting on the day, we realized we needed to eat more frequently to keep our energy levels up and prevent bonking. Even though we were still relatively low, the altitude was affecting us a little by making us need more energy but feel less hungry.

We heated up frozen chicken and rice soup for dinner and managed to get in bed a bit earlier than the night before.

Day 3, another sunny day after a calm but cold night. Eric’s watch measured a temperature of about -20 inside the tent in the morning, so we guessed it was about -20 or -25 overnight.

We carried a cache of food and fuel to Camp 2 around 4100m and then returned to Camp 1 with our sleds strapped to our backs. This was much easier than skiing with the sled dragging behind us, but turned us into human sails, so we skied cautiously. We ate more consistently throughout the day and felt far better than the day before.

Around midday we began to hear helicopters and planes and assumed groups were being dropped off on King’s Trench and possibly the East Ridge.

Day four, May 17, was our first rest day. We read, organized gear and food, and focused on acclimating. We saw our first signs of human life on this day when we saw another group drop a cache a few km down the trench from us.

Camp 2: Days 5-10 (May 18 – 23)

We were now on day 5, May 18. We packed up and got moving, excited to head up to camp 2 (4100m). It took us about 5 hours to ski 6km with 850m of elevation gain. It was hot all day but once we arrived at camp 2, the wind was hammering and we cooled down quickly. We made quick work of setting up camp and had dinner at a reasonable hour.

We both got a mild headache in the evening and went to bed early. We woke up the next morning, day 6, to a full whiteout, but our headaches were gone. We took another rest day because of the weather, and through breaks in the whiteout, watched the snow load, and then reverse load, the 40 degree slope that would take us to camp 3.

Camp 2 is perched on top of a sloping hill, exposed to wind from the east and west, and is positioned below the McCarthy Gap. The McCarthy Gap, one of the only technical sections of the King’s Trench route, is a 450m high 40 degree slope with icefall on both sides and at the top.

View of King’s Peak out of our tent window in Camp 2.

At one point in the day we geared up and went on a small tour to check out the McCarthy Gap. We made it a few hundred metres, to the base of the slope, before we called it due to high winds and poor vis.

We hired Chris Tomer to provide us with forecasting services via our InReach, and we were also getting weather forecast information from our friend Eric. Eric had planned to attempt the East Ridge around the same time as us but hadn’t even made it in to basecamp due to a 10ish day weather delay. They made the smart decision to pull the plug and try again next year after having lost most of their vacation days to weather. Both Chris and Eric let us know there was precipitation forecasted on and off for the next week or more.

The next few days were about the same. Some sun but mostly poor vis and snow, which would have been fine if we didn’t need to ascend a loaded 40 degree slope. We made the decision not to put a skin track up the obviously loaded slope for a number of reasons. First, like I mentioned, the slope was 40 degrees and loaded with recent storm snow. Second, there were only two of us, so if anything went wrong, only one person could perform a rescue. Third, the flight to Mt Logan is minimum one hour, and flights can only happen in good weather (Sian told us in general, weather is good enough to fly to Logan about 50% of the time). We are both conservative decision makers in avalanche terrain, and we brought this style of decision making to Mt Logan.

A few days into our time at Camp 2, other parties began to trickle in. First, our four friends from Montana arrived. They were a group of four with 3 mountain guides and one engineer. Most of them had guided Denali several times. Like us, they felt the McCarthy gap looked too loaded to climb and planned to wait a few days for the snowpack to settle.

Camp 2 filling up.

In between breaks from digging holes and building double-thick snow walls three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around our tents, we passed the time by skiing powder/windpress laps below camp, reading, and eating more butter ramen.

By May 22, Camp 2 was feeling nicely full. We had our Montana friends next door, a group of two men from Colorado who had also climbed Denali a few times, and a huge guided group of 8 out of Nelson. The lead guide had climbed Logan 11 times, and in his own words, he liked to wait two years between his trips in order to “forget how shitty it is here”. Our time alone on the glacier now felt very far away, and it was nice to see and hear other people in the desolate wasteland.

Inside the kitchen tent on a day when the forecast was calling for light wind.

The 11-time Logan guide decided to put a skin track up the McCarthy Gap with two of the other guides in his group as safety spotters (ie waiting in a safe spot at the base of the slope in case a rescue was needed). When we had asked him earlier if he had ever seen the slope avalanche, his response was “Oh yeah, it’s avalanched on me before!” We sat in camp (just kidding, we were probably either digging holes or building walls) and watched him ascend the slope without incident and then ski down. After that, everyone in camp suited up to ski that slope, knowing more weather was incoming and it could be helpful to get some tracks into it before the next snowfall. It was a fun ski and we were grateful to be doing something other than digging holes.

The McCarthy gap with skin track & ski tracks
Another breezy day.

We were starting to worry about our timeline. We had lost a few days at the beginning waiting to fly in, and we had now lost quite a few more days to weather. We both had to be back at work on June 3 and hadn’t had the foresight to request vacation days for the first week of June after losing those days at the beginning. Chris and our friend Eric were both telling us there was no weather window in the forecast.

We knew we needed a minimum of 7 days to get from Camp 1 to the summit, plus a day to get back down to basecamp and at least a few contingency days for weather. Even if we got an 8 day weather window, which we definitely didn’t have, we would likely not make it back to the airstrip in time to go to work on Monday, June 3. We started to talk about heading back to basecamp to catch the next available flight out rather than travelling higher on the mountain, knowing we didn’t have time to summit anyways.

On May 23, we made the call to head back down, and so did the group of 2 from Colorado. We asked them why and they said they weren’t enjoying themselves, that Logan was much more difficult and hostile than Denali. The Montanans also told us that Denali is far more approachable. It’s less remote, warmer, and has a ton of people and infrastructure compared to Logan. The weather is also less hostile.

We packed up camp and skied down, cursing our full sleds as they flipped over, dragged us to the side, and generally tried to kill us.

On the way down

Basecamp: 3 days of hope and despair

We arrived in basecamp with mixed emotions. On the bright side, we were gonna get out of this hellscape! On the other hand, we had started to kind of like this place. Our systems were getting super dialed, and we had become excellent hole diggers and wall builders.

We contacted Sian and she let us know she’d try to get us out as soon as she could, likely May 24 or 25. So we waited.

On May 25, Sian sent a plane to us, we packed up camp and were ready to go, but it had to turn around because we were totally socked in. It felt tragic and I spent a while lying on top of our luggage and crying, sure I’d never escape basecamp. Later that day we went for a flat and boring ski down the glacier towards the US border.

On May 26 we successfully flew back to Silver City. We were super excited to get on the plane, but as soon as it took off, we both felt like we weren’t ready to leave yet. I think we made the right calls, besides not asking for more days off before we left. While it felt unfortunate to leave without summitting, in reality that’s just how it goes sometimes.

Our friends from Colorado had to wait a few more days to fly out as a storm came in just after we flew out, bringing about 1 metre of snow. Our friends from Montana and the guided group all made it to the summit at the end of May/beginning of June, working with a very short weather window, having spent several more days waiting out the weather.

Some Key Gear

Reach out if you’d like the full spreadsheet 🙂

Tents

  • Mountain Hardware Trango 3 for sleeping. A great tent, spacious for two people.
  • BD Megalight as our kitchen tent. Unfortunately one of the sides got a little rip in the wind at camp 2.

Sleeping bags & mats

  • Coral: Big Agnes Cinnabar -30, Big Agnes insulated plus Z lite
  • Eric: Thermarest Polar Ranger -30, Big Agnes non-insulates plus Z lite
  • Lightweight foam sheet for tent floor

Stoves

  • Borrowed MSR Whisperlite (thanks Em!)
  • MSR XKG, sounds like a jet engine but melts snow like a charm
  • MSR Reactor as backup with a few fuel canisters

Clothing

  • Coral
    • Feathered Friends Khumbu expedition parka as warmest outer layer
    • Arc’teryx Alpha Lightweight Parka as outer layer (this jacket is super warm, light, and versatile, with a relatively waterproof exterior)
    • Arc’teryx Proton as mid layer jacket
    • Arc’teryx Alpha Hybrid softshell pants
    • Arc’teryx Rho heavyweight bottoms & Rho merino bottoms, Arc’teryx Taema sun hoody, Arc’teryx Delta 1/2 zip hoody
    • An assortment of mitts including BD Mercury Mitts, which I wore most, and Showa gloves for camp setup. Also a pair of OR expedition mitts.
    • My cursed BD Couloir harness which is terribly designed, the buckle sits on my hip bone and bruises me.
  • Eric:
    • Feathered Friends Khumbu expedition parka as warmest outer layer
    • Arc’teryx Atom AR as main outerlayer
    • Arc’teryx Proton as midlayer
    • Arc’teryx Gamma Guide pants
    • Ancient Patagonia R1, Arc’teryx wool bottoms, Kuhl sun shirt
    • Showa gloves for camp setup, OR Stormtracker, BD Guide gloves, and more.

Skis & ski gear

  • Coral: Line Pandora 104s with ATK Raider 11 EVO bindings, Pomoca mohair mix skins, Scarpa Gia boots, and trusty old G3 poles.
  • Eric: Black Crows Navis Freebird with G3 Z bindings, G3 skins, Scarpa F1LT boots, and G3 poles as well.

Sleds: we bought expedition sleds from home hardware and laced them up with cord at home, using PVC pipes to make the attachment to our harnesses stiff. It sort of worked.

Some takeaways for the next trip

  • Eat more often than we want to, it’s easy to not eat enough and bonk quickly. For me (Coral), bonking meant I got really cold.
  • Have a bigger time window. We should have booked 4 or 5 weeks off work and adjusted our days off once it looked like we’d fly in the next day. Being tight for time on the glacier was what ultimately made us turn around and we likely could have stayed an extra week if we had the foresight to reschedule a few meetings and book the days off. As it was, doing all of that through an InReach felt unprofessional.
  • Change into warm clothes as soon as camp is set up. Sweaty clothes get cold quickly, and once we got cold, it was really hard to warm up again.
  • The forecast needed to be multiplied by 10. For example, if the forecast was calling for 1cm of snow, we’d likely get 10. If it was calling for light wind, we’d be getting out of our tent every few hours to reinforce our snow walls. Clear, calm days were a gift and we got 3 of them.
  • Butter ramen is the best meal and can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Butter ramen is exactly what it sounds like: ramen with butter. We also added dehydrated kale to our ramen, which made it even more delicious.
  • Hot chocolate LMNT was a great way to get electrolytes without drinking cold water.
  • Having a camp setup system is key. Doing it the same way each time is efficient, effective, and foolproof.
  • Digging holes is the main thing we did on this expedition. Have a good shovel and make time for mobility, stretching, and core work so that you can continue to dig holes.

Kodiak 100 mile race report

TL:DR

Efficient & solid training, got Covid a week before, runnable races are hard, goodbye toenails, eating is overrated (it isn’t), my crew was perfect, happy with my first 100 miler.

How did we get here?

I started racing ultras in 2016 and quickly increased in distance from 50k to 100k plus, racing Fat Dog 70 mile in 2017 and Miwok 100k in 2018. After Miwok, I took a 5-year break from racing, focusing instead on mountain biking in Squamish where I had just moved. I had thought a 100 miler would be my next step after Miwok, but was having so much fun mountain biking, and was progressing so quickly, that I never took that next step. Throughout that five year period I paced and crewed many friends on their ultras, helping at least five friends run their first 50k, and I picked up fastpacking, but mostly I rode my bike.

Fast forward to 2023, I competed in a nearby sky race called Meet the Minotaur, approximately 35km with 3000m of elevation gain. Despite my legs feeling weak and unresponsive, I had a blast and realized I could still be somewhat competitive despite major growth in trail running since I last raced.

After arriving home from Mount Logan in June 2024, I decided I was ready for another major athletic event and signed up for Kodiak 100 mile. I chose Kodiak for three main reasons:

  1. I wanted a fall race so that I wouldn’t have to be focused on training all summer.
  2. I needed a race with no entry requirements. All of my qualifying races had long since expired and I wasn’t open to doing a 50 mile or 100k before a 100 mile.
  3. The regular course (which I did not run because of the Line fire) is one big loop. I wanted to avoid out and backs and multiple loops.

Kodiak is an incredibly runnable race with only 5000m of elevation gain on the regular course, and just 4000 on the course I did. My strength is in mountain running, lots of vert and technical trails, not in super speedy running. But I knew it would be an interesting challenge to train for something I’m not naturally good at, and most of the more mountainous 100 milers have entry requirements (which is justifiable). As we’ve already established, I had no interest in spending my entire summer training for and running multiple long distances. So Kodiak it was.

Race Goals: No fucking around

My race goal was to run fast and hard and see what it’s like to run 100 miles. I wanted to experience physical and mental discomfort in a safe environment (trail running is my safest sport, there are no crevasses or avalanches, I don’t need to wear a helmet). Finishing was not one of my race goals. I wanted to see if I could perform in a 100 mile race and I was ready to drop if any injuries popped up or if I was going to spend hours walking.

Training

Because my baseline is relatively high volume (10-20h per week of training), and because I’ve been base building for about 20 years, I was able to skip this part of training. After speaking with a few friends, I decided that I could do 8 weeks of specific training for Kodiak. Kodiak is based in the Village of Big Bear, California, which is about 2000m above sea level. The race stayed mostly around 2000-2400m, and went as low as 1800m. I knew I didn’t want to spend the time it would take to acclimate in Big Bear, so I decided to arrive the day before. I was up around 4000m in May (for Mt Logan) and July (to pace Audree at High Lonesome) and had no issues, so I was hoping 2000m would feel fine.

The training plan: Not perfect but good enough

I built a training plan for myself, based off of the SWAP podcast and training plans, Dr. Stacy Sims’s research on the menstrual cycle, and my own experience training for ultras with my menstrual cycle, and launched my training August 12. I signed up for one 50k 4 weeks out from Kodiak to practice racing.

A typical training week included:

  • 3 gym sessions (full body, lifting heavy)
  • mobility and yoga
  • 5 days of running with 1-2 speed workouts (e.g. 5k easy, 8x2m fast, 1m easy, 4x1m hills hard, 5k easy), 1-2 long runs, often with strides sprinkled in
  • 1 day cross training

I knew Kodiak was runnable so I focused on building speed and running economy. My running volume was relatively low with my highest volume week being 92km.

I trained on a 4-week cycle aligned with my menstrual cycle, meaning I based my training volume and intensity on the natural fluctuation of my hormones. Weeks 1 and 2 were higher intensity and higher volume. This is when I did key workouts and longer runs. During week 3, I still went hard but pulled back a little, especially if I felt tired. During week 4, the week before my period, I rested and listened to my body. Instead of a speed workout during week 4, I’d do strides, and my long runs were shorter.

The week after my 50k, around mid-to late September, I had a calf injury pop up. It felt like either a calf strain or shin splints, similar to what I felt when I had a tibial stress fracture in 2012. I took a week off running and instead rode my bike and hiked uphill (which strangely wasn’t painful). I also got IMS, massage, and chiropractic work during that week, and did rehabbing exercises to relieve muscle tightness and build strength.

I also got Covid one week before Kodiak, took 3 days off of everything, and recovered quickly. Through both of these minor setbacks, I frequently reminded myself that a training plan isn’t meant to be followed with 100% accuracy. I missed a few key workouts and long runs, but overall I think my body was happy for the rest, and I tried not to stress about it.

Fueling & nutrition: Gels don’t make you poop your pants anymore! (Or do they? Spoiler!)

I have a history of disordered eating and have had RED-S from intentionally under fueling in the past, resulting in a tibial stress fracture and months-long recovery. I try to get 2 grams of protein per kg of body weight and I eat mostly whole foods. I was an on-again-off-again vegetarian for about 15 years because I always wanted to be smaller and slimmer, and eating vegetarian makes me a few pounds lighter. However, it also makes me feel weaker in every way. Eating meat gives me more energy, improves my iron levels, and ensures that I’m always strong enough to punch the patriarchy in the face on short notice. Note that as a climate change professional, I don’t put too much weight in personal accountability for climate change. Our biggest impact is through our work and through voting, so I don’t use climate action as an excuse to change my diet so that I can look smaller. I’m an athlete who needs quality fuel. (Full disclosure, I do sometimes get grossed out that I’m eating an animal and take a small break from meat, but then I have to remember that the circle of life moves us all).

One of the biggest differences in trail running performance since I used to race is the nutrition science. There are many more options and they’re so much better. My previous experiences trying to eat gels ended in me nearly pooping my pants, and I swore off gels for years. During Fat Dog 70 mile, I ate half a package of bacon instead of running food, which I strongly do not recommend. Brands like Maurten, Precision, and Science in Sport feel much safer to consume, so I started experimenting with those in the summer. Spoiler alert, my gut training didn’t really work this time, but I’m optimistic that it will in the future.

The Race

California’s Line Fire had been burning since September and was close to Big Bear. Sections of the San Bernardino forest were closed and it was looking like the race would be cancelled in the weeks leading up. I had started looking for contingency plans but the Race Director was able to pull together a last minute course. It was no longer a loop and it now had much more forest service road, but it would have to do.

The 2024 course is quite different from the regular course, which circumnavigates the lake.
The elevation profile for the 2024 course, note the scale is from 1800m to 2400m, so not much elevation change here. You can also see the multiple loops towards the end of the race.

Eric took control of my life the day before the race and made all of the decisions, from what to eat to when to leave to get to the race, I didn’t have to think about anything except myself.

The race started at 1pm. It was 25 celsius, we were at 2000m, and it felt like a furnace. I missed the recent cold temps of Squamish. I seeded myself right at the front of the race, forgot to put my hand over my heart as they sang the anthem (whoops), and started hot. I probably put too much pressure on myself to stay with the lead pack at the beginning, I would have been wiser to run my own race for the first few hours, because I felt awful. My stomach started to hurt less than an hour in, I was super warm, and my right hip, which has been problematic for about 6 years, started to act up.

45 minutes in and feeling terrible

By 20km in, I had kicked enough rocks that I knew I had broken most of my toenails off. It felt awful but it’s happened before and there’s nothing to be done about it, so I didn’t take my shoes off to investigate.

I took my first non-running steps 25km in, but kept pushing hard. I was avoiding talking with my extremely friendly fellow competitors because I felt like crap. At this point, someone leaned out of their car and yelled at me “Hey, you’re 4th place woman and the other 3 are only a few minutes ahead, go get them!” I appreciated their enthusiasm but all I could think was that I had almost 90 miles left to run and that I was probably too close to the lead pack as it was.

About 35km in, on a neverending false flat forest service road with no shade, I decided that I wasn’t going to try hard anymore. I would rather finish last than be miserable for the entire race. I allowed myself to walk sections of that false flat and I took the pressure off of myself. I reached the 42km aid station in good spirits. My stomach continued to feel terrible, but I kept trying to take gels, chews, and bars. This aid station was my first bathroom break, and I would end up needing frequent bathroom breaks for the entire race. Lucky for me there were frequent aid stations, and I unfortunately became familiar with almost every single Porta Potty on the course, as well as a few bushes :(.

Around 45km and 5 hours in, I finally started to feel good. My stomach never improved but my mood did, and some of the pain in my body started to ease up. Sometimes it takes me many hours to warm up, but also the sun started going down around 6pm and things cooled down. I started to run fast and pass people, and I think I took the lead around 50km in, just after sunset. I met some great running buddies (Daniel who quietly cheered me as I made the passes, and Jake who I ran probably 20km with) around this time and started to thrive in the dark and cooler temperatures. I started drinking coca cola at every opportunity and it went down well. I also started eating a lot of tums and ginger chews. Nothing fixed the problem, but it all made it a little more manageable.

Finally starting to feel better as the sun sets

Seeing my crew 63km in was a huge boost. Eric and Audree took care of me and only asked once if I needed a chair (I said no, of course!) before they hustled me out of there. The early part of the night, from sunset until after midnight, were my most enjoyable. I got to see many people on the small out and back (including the huge pack of women VERY close behind me) and had fun chatting with them as we passed each other. Between km 63 and 100 was a nice section of single track and then a horrible off camber rocky road, including the out and back, which eventually eased into a very flat and low road, leading into the Cactus Flats aid station.

The kind folks from SAR were posted up at the turnaround point on the out and back and agreed on a photo

At Cactus Flats, Andrea joined me as my first pacer. She ran with me for 35km and during this time I started to fall apart a bit. A combination of not being able to eat properly, constant bathroom breaks, pain from continuously stubbing my very fucked up toenails, and general pain that comes from running (arguably too) far had me in a pretty fragile state. Andrea gently coaxed me to eat, provided excellent company, and helped me to get ground myself by getting back in touch with my breathing and footsteps. Just before sunrise, Kristina, the eventual winner, passed me absolutely HAULING ASS. I was attempting to choke down another Maurten 160 while it happened and ended up taking a sad little fall on some rocks just after she passed. I think I said to Andrea “I think I’m not in first place anymore” and she agreed. Watching the sun rise over the desert landscape was cool. The place looked different than I had imagined at night.

I came back to Cactus Flats aid station sometime after sunrise, about 5 minutes behind Kristina at that point, and Audree hopped in to take me to the finish line. I started off fairly strong and motivated to catch Kristina, and I think I may have even gained a minute or two on the climb, but about 10km from the finish line I completely fell apart. My gait had devolved into an awful looking right foot pronation, right arm swing, peg-leg hop situation, and I was crying every time I stubbed my toes, which was frequent given that I could hardly lift my legs off the ground, and I had very little energy from having struggled to eat for the entire race. Against all odds, my stomach stopped hurting around 20 hours. I ate a lot of gels once that happened, but I was in too deep a hole already.

Audree motivated me by calling me a tough bitch (Audree: “Coco, you’re a tough bitch!” Me, while loudly sobbing “I’m… a… tough… bitch, tell me again!”) and promised me that we’d be done soon. She also greeted bystanders, hikers, and fellow runners as I zombie shuffled my way to the finish line. Running downhill for the last few kms was torturous and I was extremely dramatic about it, but we finally made it to the finish line at 10:29am, having completed the race just under 21 and a half hours for second place.

I managed to sleep fairly well Saturday night but woke up Sunday feeling bad. Luckily things started to loosen up quickly and I only needed minor assistance to ascend the podium during the awards ceremony (in my defense, I was definitely the oldest person on the podium). The most damaged part of my body is still my toenails. I broke 8 of them off below the cuticle (so no, getting a gel pedicure wouldn’t have helped), and I’m not sure if they’ll ever be the same. Maybe if I’m lucky they won’t grow back.

Final thoughts

  • Need more mountains
    • Fortunately/unfortunately, I auto-qualified for UTMB in August 2025 by finishing top 3 at Kodiak. This means I’ll get to run a mountainous 100 mile, which is way more my style.
    • Runnable 100 milers are HARD. This race was not well suited to my natural talents and abilities, and I found the monotony of running the entire time challenging both mentally and physically. I’m super curious to experience running 100 miles in the mountains!
  • Standard fare ‘ultras are hard’ stuff
    • My taper tantrum was catching Covid the week before my race. I think it contributed to my feeling of utter emptiness around mile 90, and my lungs were in rough shape for about a week post-race, likely from a combination of Covid, altitude, dryness, and trying too hard.
    • The two cruxes of my race were eating and dealing with toe pain after shattering most of my toenails. Eating is hard, and I’ll probably get better at it after more months/years of consistent gut training. I don’t know what to do about my toes, since I already buy shoes with a little toe room. It might be my ‘efficient’ (lazy) running gait, or maybe my toes just hate California.
  • Unexpected sources of joy
    • Before the race I asked a few friends to add songs to a playlist, just in case I needed a boost while running. My first five hours were hellacious so I pulled out my headphones pretty early on. The playlist was bangin’ and I could feel love from my friends coming through each song.
    • Receiving messages from friends, family, and acquaintances who were tracking me live was an unexpected source of joy both during and after my race. I had cell reception for most of the race and would sneak quick peeks at phone to read awesome and encouraging messages. This motivated me so much, thanks everyone!
  • The crew from heaven
    • I knew my crew would be dialed, but holy moly, I fell in love with them all over again during this race. They were equal parts loving and efficient: they’d give me a hug and deny me the chair; they’d (try to) feed me and shuffle me out of the aid station with haste. They took care of all of my needs throughout every step of the process.
    • Eric, Audree, Andrea, you three made my race. THANK YOU! Also, shoutout to Sam who made the wise decision to drop from her 100k after an achilles injury flared up. Dropping is so often the more difficult choice, but the right choice.

Some more details for the nerds

Gear

  • Shoes Adidas Terrex Agravic Speed Ultra
  • Vest 12L Salmon vest
  • Clothing Arc’teryx Norvan t shirt & long sleeve shirt (for night), Arc’teryx Essent short, Stance socks, Lululemon Energy bra, Arc’teryx Rho gloves.
  • Headlamp Fenix HM62-T, and wore my glasses at night (I have astigmatisms and a small prescription and being able to see made me much more confident at night)
  • No poles The race didn’t allow pole pick ups or drop offs at aid stations so I chose to run without, which was the right call in the end.
  • Other gear I had an Arc’teryx Squamish Hoody in my bag which I never wore, as well as two pairs of backup runners in drop bags just in case (Arc’teryx Sylan, Norda 001)

Nutrition Plan (eat every two hours)

  • Maurten 160
  • Maurten 100
  • Package Bonk Breakers/Honey Stingers/Gu Chews/Precision chews
  • 2 Scoops Precision Hydration & Carbs
  • Electrolyte top ups: LMNT, Precision, etc
  • Anything else I could stomach from the aid station
  • Caffeine as needed

What I actually ate

  • 8 Maurten 160
  • 5 Maurten 100
  • 3 Bonk Breakers/Gu chews/Precision chews
  • 7-8 cups of coke
  • 2 scoops Precision drink mix (with carbs)
  • 1.5 Naak carb drink mix
  • 1 Maurten drink mix
  • A variety of electrolytes from pills, tabs, etc
  • A few bites of quesadilla, 2 baby boiled potatoes, maybe 10 chips, a few bites of bagel sandwich, and one bite of PB&J sandwich
  • Probably 400-500mg of caffeine via Maurten caffeine gels, caffeine pills, and Gu chews.

This was clearly not enough, and I felt it, but it was the best I could do with my stomach in a bad state. I estimate that I consumed an average of 170 calories per hour, which is a somewhat generous estimate. This would be okay for a 50k (maybe), but definitely is low for a 100 miler.

Finally, my Strava file: https://www.strava.com/activities/12639521394