Before the storm
After some last minute baking yesterday afternoon, I hopped in my car to go to school because I couldn’t find my own kick wax. I grabbed a couple cold temps from my office and proceeded to drive to St Croix State Park. I arrived at the check-in at exactly 3:00.
The gear check-in started at 3:00, so I hardly had to wait at all before going in to show the race officials that I had all my required gear. After checking in, I had almost 2 hours to wait until the pre-race meeting. I skied around on the trail a little to see what the snow was like. It was super solid–basically like a groomed ski trail! I killed the rest of the time sitting by the fire talking to a few strangers who also signed up for 40 cold miles of self-destruction.
From the few times that I did go outside, I acquired some anxiety about how cold it was. Just grabbing something from my bag sent me into shivers for 5 or 10 minutes after returning inside. In my nervousness, I ate almost all of the macaroni and cheese that I packed into an empty resealable m&ms bag. I got some curious looks.
Finally time to start.
In this race, there are skills checks at the beginning and halfway through. To start the race, you have to be able to boil water. I fired up my stove which sputtered in the cold weather, but eventually lived up to its namesake, The Pocket Rocket. At one point, I checked to make sure all the flames were coming from the top of the stove and that the fuel canister was not at risk of exploding. Those stoves roar once you open them up!
After I got the ok-go from a volunteer, I poured the boiling water into a partially emptied thermos, packed up my equipment (the stove cooled off almost instantly in the 5 degrees and light breeze), and slid out of the staging area. I was not the first person out of the gate, by my skis carried me much faster than the feet of the runners pulling their gear in pulk sleds.
After about 5 minutes, I was skiing past one last runner and noticed the darkness in front of me. There was nobody else up there. For the next hour, I alternated between 1st and 3rd place with a couple of runners. I would pass them on the downhills, and they passed me on the climbs. Eventually, I came upon a long, winding descent. That was the last time I saw another person for the next 15 miles.
The solitude and monotony of a winter ultra can be oppressive. Usually I like to keep my ears open and listen to the sounds of the woods, but by this time, the wind had died down completely, and the only sounds in the dark woods were my skis, my poles, and my breathing. I don’t like listening to those for hours and hours, so I put in one headphone and listened to some songs for a while. First Aid Kit was my favorite thing that I listened to, although I did laugh a few times when some really epic sounding songs came on. The irony of doing something kind of badass but also really boring while listening to epic music was delightful.
The moon began to rise just as I left the start line. The full moon was two days ago, and the sky was completely and perfectly clear. Training for the last week has been similar. I kept my headlamp on, but only on the dimmest setting possible, and then I pointed it up in front of me rather than at the ground. The headlamp was mostly unnecessary because the moon was so bright. I frequently jumped to the side of the trail because I thought I noticed the snow glowing in the headlight of a snowmobile, only to realize I had skied through a clearing and the moon was shining more strongly on the snow.
The first half of the race was mostly in the woods, but the last couple miles sent me through a wide open area where all the oak stands were blown down in straight-line winds 9 years ago. I was hungry, but I could see the lights of the checkpoint, so I decided to wait until I got there to eat. I skied on, and on, and on… Light travels a long way, and foot isn’t a fast way to travel in the winter. Finally I reached the checkpoint.
At this checkpoint, there was boiling water. Most races I have competed in before give out cookies or juice etc. Here, they just gave out boiling water, but that was somewhat of a surprise to me. I thought they were basically just going to be checking gear.
The second gear test was to get in your sleeping bag and bivy. They timed us for 30 seconds and then we could pack up and continue. As I was packing up, the first and second runners made it to the checkpoint. It took me a long time to pack up my bag because my fingers were numb from handling the cold gear. I left the checkpoint first, but not by much.
The five layers of kick wax that I corked into my skis was completely after the first 5 miles. As such, I spent the last 35 miles double-poling or skate skiing in classic skis and boots. This worked well for the long flat section ahead of me. I skied across the whole Great Plains I think. Long, flat, treeless terrain stretched out forever, all lit up brilliantly by the moon. By this point, my eyes were acting strange (freezing?) and when I looked up at the moon, it was surrounded by a rainbow. I thought it might be real, except that I could see it much more clearly with my right eye than with my left eye. Well shit. Hopefully I don’t go blind, I have heard of temporary blindness happening in ultras before, but they weren’t in deathly cold weather either.
Partway through the second half, I started really struggling to move. My arms felt tired, but fine. I realized that I probably was worse off than I thought when I completed a small loop in the course. I thought I was going uphill the entire time but you can’t climb for 1-2 miles and end up at the same elevation. Hmmm. That’s going to be a problem.
I stopped to eat some more food. I stopped 5 or 6 times to eat and drink during the event. Each time, I took off my gloves to get the ziplock bags open to access the wonderful cookie dough and summer sausage. After closing my backpack, it usually took 5-10 minutes before I could feel my fingers again. That made it tempting to just push through, but I know from experience in warm weather, that skimping on food never ends well, and I don’t care to find out the implications of doing that at 0 degrees.
I complain about the temperature a lot, but it really made the event beautiful. The humidity in the air attached itself to the trees as the temperature dropped through the night. Everything sparkled in the light of the moon and my headlamp. When I took off my backpack, the entire bag was covered in frost from my breath. It looked so fragile. My eyes and eyelids were as cold as they could be without being frostbit I think. The bridge of my nose started to go numb, so I pulled up my neck warmer over my face. Before long, that was frozen to my beard. My right glove thumb had a quarter inch of frozen snot from wiping drips off my nose. My headphones froze with about 10 miles left in the race. I didn’t want to take off my glove to pull them out of my ears, so I left them in. All this is something to think about in the long cold night.
My gps watch said that I had been skiing for 33.5 miles. I checked a trail map which said that I was very close to the staging area. I was wondering how they were going to loop me around for another 7 miles. It was really tempting to just go straight to the staging area. I moved through the intersection and continued following the reflective arrows marking the trail. There was a light on up ahead. I would have checked my map, except that requires reaching into my pocket, which requires taking off a glove, leading to another 5 minutes of numb fingers. I will just keep following the signs.
The finale
As I get closer, people start yelling. Do they think I am done? Am I done? I skied into the finish in a daze–I thought I had so far still to ski!? As they wrote down my time and checked my number, I try to formulate a question that gets at the fact that I thought I still had a long way left to ski, but it doesn’t come out right and they seem to think that I am finished, and I guess I did follow the reflective signs here.
Just 4 minutes in front of the first runner, I completed my first winter ultra, and won a race for the first time in my life! I got my gear checked again to make sure that I didn’t drop anything out on the trail, I changed into some warm base layers, and stood next to the fire place.
I finished 38.5ish miles in just under 6.5 hours, sliding into the warming hut at about 12:35. Since I had some time to kill before breakfast was served at 3am, I set up my bivy and sleeping bag and took a nap. It was the best nap I have had in a long time. Now it’s time to start thinking about the next one.