By Stephen
Speckman
Deseret Morning News
MIDWAY
— The fourth time was a charm for Karl Meltzer and Wendy Holdaway.
The two were among 230 runners who started the
25th annual
Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run, which started at 5 a.m. Saturday
and ended at 5 p.m. Sunday at The Homestead resort.
Meltzer once again blistered the mountain trails
with a time of
20 hours, 6 minutes and 8 seconds, making it his fourth Wasatch 100
victory and his 25th ultramarathon
win.
With Meltzer, 36, you expect him to be in front of the pack.
Holdaway, 49, had tried to simply finish the race
three times
before. Not one to accept defeat easily, she came back for a fourth try
and was practically forced by pacer Troy Marsh to finish.
With only 18 minutes separating Holdaway from
missing the 36-hour
official cutoff, she crossed the line arm in arm with her 73-year-old
father Grant, who finished last year with just two minutes to spare.
This year's nail-biter finishes came from Julie
Nelson, 35:57.48 and Joe Hayes, 35:58.59.
"Never again," Wendy Holdaway said after the race.
Who could blame her decisiveness after enduring
daytime running conditions of temperatures in the high 90s.
"It was tough," said John Grobben, who has greeted
almost every
finisher with a handshake or hug since he took over the job of race
director in 1986.
There were nearly 100 runners who started but did
not finish. The
word "dehydration" kept appearing on a list of reasons why so many
declared "DNF" on a race form.
Meltzer "noticed" the heat, but he was careful to
stay hydrated,
avoiding the fate that met him in a July 100-miler where he threw up
blood.
He was ready for Wasatch, having taken the summer
off from his
bartending job at the Snowbird ski resort to put in 110-mile training
weeks.
"I think it paid off," Meltzer said while nursing
a beer after the race.
For many, running — and finishing — the Wasatch
100 is about learning from past ultra mistakes.
During this year's race Michele Harmon, 38, took
electrolyte
tablets every 30 minutes to 45 minutes. In July 2002, Harmon was
running an ultra in Vermont and ended up in a coma for five days — too
much water and/or not enough salt in her system.
Harmon finished the Wasatch 100 in 33:38:06, well
behind the top female runner, Krissy Moehl Sybrowsky, 23:49.47.
Sybrowsky became the fifth woman ever to finish
the Wasatch in under 24 hours — it was also her first 100-miler.
"I was lucky the heat didn't kill me," she said
after the race.
Sybrowsky's pacer, Roch Horton, talked her through
a rough
stretch. "I just couldn't move forward," she said. Horton told her a
story about how his mother moved to Ecuador, which turned out to be the
right distraction for Sybrowsky.
It also helps that her husband is Brandon
Sybrowsky, who even on
a bad day manages to post strong Wasatch finishes — this year's time
was 27:25.18. When he's not away somewhere being an archaeologist,
Sybrowsky runs with his wife.
"It's our quality time we spend together," he
said. They ran the
first 62 miles of the Wasatch 100 together before wife left husband in
her dust.
Covered in dust after sliding down scree slopes on
the course,
Ron Cunningham, 55, sat alone on the grass after the race, tending his
achy feet. This was his third Wasatch finish, 33:06.39.
"It was the toughest one yet," he said.
Cunningham was one of a handful of runners in the
country who
finished the "Grand Slam" of ultra marathons, which includes 100 mile
races in California, Colorado and Vermont all in one year.
Any finisher of the Wasatch 100 has well-deserved
bragging
rights, but probably not 20 times over. With a time of 33:08.29, Rick
Gates, 47, posted his 20th Wasatch finish this year — now that's tough.
By Stephen
Speckman
Deseret Morning News
She
plays for the National Symphony of Mexico — So, there's no
denying Wendy Holdaway knows how to work a bassoon.
Going before an audience still gives her an
adrenaline rush.
So does running 100 miles through the mountains,
she says in the
same breath.
Problem is, Holdaway hasn't quite been able to
figure out how to
work her body to finish the annual Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run.
Yet there's something that keeps Holdaway coming
back for more — The Sept. 11 race will be her fourth try.
"I'm very stubborn, and I do not accept failure
well," she said.
That's part of what it takes to finish this race.
But nasty blisters and dislocated kneecaps have
kept Holdaway
from reaching her goal, one her 73-year-old father from Vineyard has
already achieved.
Last year, Grant Holdaway was the guy who finished
with less than
two minutes remaining on the 36-hour clock runners have in order to
post an official finish. His accomplishment was marked by agony and
elation, a moment so dramatic that onlookers were cheering and crying
at the same time.
If bad weather hadn't held up Wendy Holdaway along
the course, she might have made it in 2003.
Both Holdaways are back for more this year.
So are others, like Troy Schultz, Paul Gillmore,
Larry Denyf and
Mindy Niitsuma. These are other runners who, like Wendy Holdaway, have
tried Wasatch but have never finished.
They're not sponsored by shoe and apparel
companies or sports
drink manufacturers like those who finish ultramarathons in front of
the pack.
This year's men's race, for example, features last
year's overall
winner Karl Meltzer, along with Wasatch 100 course-record holder Nate
McDowell, six-time Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run winner Scott
Jurek, two-time Wasatch 100 winner Leland Barker and the always
threatening Brandon Sybrowsky.
"We're going to have a heck of a men's race," said
race director John Grobben.
On the women's side, Laura Vaughan is expected to
be a contender
for a sixth win in the female division, but familiar names of past
winners are lacking this year.
"There's a bunch of women we've never heard of
that could come
out and surprise us," said Cindy Andrus, one of the race organizers.
Most runners, however, will be glad with just a
finish.
"When you finish, you've got that feeling you can
do anything," said Andrus, who was the top female finisher in 1985.
One thing that drives people who haven't finished
to keep coming
back, she added, is that they simply like spending a weekend running in
the mountains. They're what Andrus calls "good people" who view the
Wasatch 100 as a "social event."
"They just need to finish it one time," she said.
Wendy Holdaway flew from Mexico City back to her
hometown in Utah
County in early August for several early-morning mountain runs. She
describes points along the last 13 miles of the Wasatch 100 course as
"god-awful," washed out areas where there's less trail and more places
to sprain an ankle or fall.
But she's focused and determined, two words that
will appear on
T-shirts she and her patient husband/artist, Alejandro Flores, will be
giving to members of her "dream team" crew.
Then there's the familial rivalry — her father,
who also finished
in 2000, will be running, along with her brother Jeffrey, a five-time
finisher, and a cousin.
She's also put 100-mile and 50-mile finishes under
her belt since
last year. Confidence is high. Aside from all of that, "I'm tired of
getting up at 4:30 in the morning," she said.
Time for Holdaway to finish this "(bleep)" race —
or this stubborn woman will force herself to do it all
again next year.
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WASATCH 100: THREE BOTTLE RACE
Having played many times in
studio orchestras recording film soundtracks, I am a big fan of film
music. One of my favorite tracks is One Barrel Chase from John
Williams’ Jaws. That track came through my MP3 during Wasatch
this
year, a race whose theme should have been Three Bottle Race.
I
have never carried three bottles all day at Wasatch. Never.
Some
years I would carry three bottles between Big Mountain and Lambs’
canyon, the hottest stretch of the course. But never in other
places.
This
year was different. The weather gods, who for the last six years
have
blessed the race with cool fall temperatures and/or rain, played a
nasty trick on the race this year and dispatched record heat.
Temperatures under aid station awnings reached into the 90s.
The
day before the race I stopped by REI and got a hand bottle to
supplement my two-bottle fanny pack. Good call. Drank every drop,
and
didn’t ditch the third bottle until the sun slipped behind the Nevada
mountains, barley visible from the Wasatch crest at sunset.
More
remarkable still was running through the night at 9,000 and 10,000
feet. In a sleeveless shirt and shorts. It felt like
July. No
fireworks, though. Just a lot of vomit. In fact, the RD,
John
Grobben, posed a question to my sleep-deprived self at the finish line:
“You have a murder of crows. A pod of whales. What is a
group of
ultraunners? A vomit.” Yep. I choked mine down at
Mile 69, but only
by the hardest.
Which makes this year’s finish, my ninth,
especially sweet. I hate the heat, but it didn’t beat me.
When I
finally crawled into cool Lamb’s Canyon at 6:00, I ripped off my
sweat-encrusted shirt and screamed back at the hot, sun-drenched hills
behind me, “I win!” A hubristic epithet that was blessed to be
prophetic. My luck. The day’s mantra was Latin: Bibo.
Commingo.
Accurro. (I drink. I pee. I run.)
So goes Wasatch. Next year
bring your snow pants and moon boots. ‘Cause, just like that old
villain in Jaws, just when you thought it was safe to run a 100 . . .
Dum . . . . .Dee Dum . . . . Dum Dee Dum . . . Dee Dum Dee Dum . . .
Dee Dum Dee Dum Dee Dum Dee Dum Dee Dum DEE Dum Dee Dum DEE Dum . . . .
.
Phil Lowry
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Thanks to the encouragement of our friends Huguette and I
completed the
Grand Slam on Sunday. It culminated a year long effort of
preparing for
and running the grueling four 100 mile races in 11 weeks. But
what I am
most proud and of much greater consequence than completing the grand
slam
was Huguette s continuing inspiration during this time. Huguette
does not
tell the story so I want to share it with you. Huguette received
the
Spirit of the Wasatch award during the ceremony following the last
run. This is an award given each year to the person who most
represents
the ideals and goals of the Wasatch 100 Front run. For a person
who has
one leg, has to use crutches to get around I find it pretty amazing.
But
I wasn t surprised.
Her life has been a journal chronicled by no less significant
accomplishments. Briefly, two times in her life doctors gave her
less
than 6 months to live. Upon beating the odds she said "I lost my
leg,
part of my lungs and liver but not my spirit" amazingly brave for a 16
year old girl whose life had just been changed forever.
The grand slam began with the Western States 100 mile run. That
is always
such a pleasant run. Mary and Greg Soderlund and the entire Western
States
organization go out of their way to accommodate Huguette and make the
event more than just a run but a revered experience for everyone.
The
most memorable moment of the entire run was after carrying Huguette
over
the finish line, I glanced at Mary who was on the sideline cheering and
clapping for us, her smile lightened the morning. We have a
neat picture
of the moment.
Just two weeks before the Leadville 100, the third grand slam stage,
Huguette s crutches slipped in spilled water on a tiled floor.
She was
quite seriously injured; suffering a concussion, broken teeth, stitches
on
her chin and numerous other bruises. As she lie in pain at the
hospital,
unable to speak because of a suspected broken jaw, she got word to me
that
the fall was not going to deter our Slam Resolve . She rallied as
promised, put new gripping on her crutches, left her wheel chair at the
airport in Phoenix and we were off to Leadville
In Leadville, Mary Lee, the race director, gave Huguette an official
pass
to park close to the aid stations so she didn t have to walk far and
could
crew. This was a great help. But only 12 miles into the run one
of my
prior injuries dramatically resurfaced. At mile 25 I told
Huguette that
we need to talk. It was heartbreaking to consider that we might
have to
drop out of the run and ruin our slam aspirations. Ahead,
were 75 tough
miles and two crossings of a 12,600 foot high mountain in rain and
sleet. As I limped out of the aid station in pain but well
bandaged,
Huguette told me I have a good feeling, you are very tough, go get them
Tiger . I finished in about 67th place out of 660 entrants.
Of course I
spent half an hour on oxygen after the run and couldn't walk but that
was
OK. I needed a wheeled carrier at the airport, Huguette didn't.
At Wasatch, the last race, during the day before the start there was a
steady stream of runners, Hans, Cantra and others visiting with her and
hugging. The run was 100 miles of heaven and hell. I tease
Huguette that
when I finished the run, race director, John Grobben, told me how
Huguette
was the "Doll of Wasatch"; he nearly forgot that I just completed
running
my heart out for 30 hours and accomplishing the biggest running goal of
my
life. Later I find out from others that Scott Jurek became quite
ill
during the race. Huguette was so sad to see him that way and thought in
her words that poor thing . She tried to think of a way to help
him so
she went through her supplies and found some vitamin c fizzy
stuff. Remembering that I had successfully used it in earlier
runs she
gave it to Scott s wife hoping it would help. It is kind of
ironic that
probably the top ultrarunner in the world is being assisted through a
run
by a person who can't take a step without crutches. But after
further
thought, maybe the two of them were like pieces of a puzzle fitting
together for that instant in time. The top physically tuned
ultrarunner
and the top mentally tough "ultrarunner at heart" working together to
rise
above a despairing moment. I have found that Huguette is always
there for
me but she has assisted and comforted so many runners and their
families
accomplish their dreams through these runs as well.
There are many things that I don't discover until after these runs and
some of her contributions I will never learn. She doesn t say
much about
them. They all involve other people but the story and outcome is
always
the same. She incredibly remembers everyone s names, how they
feel and
she makes it better.
I've learned a lot from this special person. Huguette is one
great
ultrarunner at heart and I know that there are many others with equally
inspiring stories. I have discovered that great ultrarunners are
not
always defined by their elapsed time.
One of the most valid measures of our success is that when a child,
coworker or spouse gives us their approval. For Huguette she was
gratified at the beginning and again at the end of the event. In
the
early morning darkness at the beginning of the run, only feet from the
starting line, Hans gave her a simple yet heartfelt kiss on her right
cheek. At the finish of the run, after all the runners had
arrived
safely, she was so touched by the thoughtfulness of others when she
accepted the Spirit of the Wasatch award so that she could share it
with
others.
Dan Brenden
I compliment John Grobben and the Wasatch Board for recognizing one of
the
finer aspects of this great sport. Maybe we can all share the
Spirit of
the Wasatch as we prepare for our next challenge whatever that may be.