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Dan Stumpus
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This little 8.4 mile gem starts in the quaint town of Sierra Madre, 12 miles
northeast of LA, at the foot of the San Gabriel mountains. It's an
out-and-back course that runs 4.2 miles up, and turns around at the ruins of
Orchard Camp about half way up the mountain. My altimeter watch recorded
2400 feet of climb (571'/mile).
This site has some nice pix of the trail:
http://english.glendale.cc.ca.us/mwtrail061502.html
About 400 runners lined up at the start. The rules of the road were
announced: Downhill runners have the right of way, and have rights to the
mountain side of the trail.
I figured I'd finish in the top eighth, so I was about 15 feet behind the
line. At the gun we charged up the paved uphill to the trailhead about 3/4
of a mile away. I glanced at my heart rate, and was surprised to see it at
165 after just a couple of minutes. I hoped I could keep it up to the top!
At the trailhead the course becomes a narrow single track, with lots of
rocks and steep drop-offs. About a year ago a local runner fell during a
sunset hike with his daughter and died before he could be rescued. There
are places you could fall a few hundred feet before a tree of large bush
would stop you. The Sierra Madre Search and Rescue folks manned most of the
dangerous spots on the trail.
It's a tough climb. Everyone's breathing hard. High school tracksters are
stopping and catching their breath, then zipping back into action. After a
couple of miles it's clear that many have started too fast.
My strategy was to let my breathing do whatever it wanted (between 2 and 3
steps per breath cycle), but keep my quads just on the threshold of burning.
Quad burn can be lethal to a good time in this race -- you need a good
supply of glycogen to run fast and under control on the steep and rocky
return trip.
I did my patented fast walking on the steepest (20+%) grades, and as usual,
had no trouble keeping up with runners around me who were jogging them. I
probably fast hiked (at a 165 pulse!) 3-4 minutes of my 52 minute ascent.
At that effort, it's only slightly less difficult than running. At one
point I passed the winning woman on a fast walk as she jogged up a steep
grade (she pulled away from me at the turnaround, and passed the two women
ahead of her to take the victory).
About a mile from the turn around, the winner came blasting down, saying
"watch out, watch out!" He was a couple of minutes in front and would win
easily (if you can call any win easy).
After several small water crossings, we made it to the Orchard Camp turn
around at the tail end of a 1/3 mile descent. The normally easy climb out
of Orchard was *really* hard, doubly so because I was really ready for some
downhill running, where form, not horsepower, is king. For most of the
descent, I had a tail of two younger runners, and I had to let them pass as
we hit a couple of very rocky or slippery areas -- my days of fearless
rock-hopping are long gone. It felt good to be able to stretch out on the
sections of smooth trail.
I passed a few people on the way down who had blown it all out on the
uphill. Some were going quite a bit slower than I was. About a mile and a
half from the finish, I looked up and across a small fijord and saw that
there was no one within a minute of me, which was a relief. I hate getting
passed at the end of a race! In no time I had run through the trailhead,
and hit the city streets for the last 3/4 mile. I put my eye on a guy about
50 yards ahead of me, and picked it up a bit -- I was hurting but there was
only a few minutes to go. I also wanted to reserve enough for a kick if
necessary. I passed the guy about 500 yds from the finish, and slowly
accelerated. At 200 yards out, a friend in the crowd warned me that the guy
was kicking, so it was my turn to let loose. Faster, faster, keep your
form. I gradually accelerated right up to the finish mat, and didn't have
to use that last 1%.
I did a reverse Lance (kept a kicker from nipping me at the end).
At the end I walked about 30 feet hunched over, heaving to catch my breath,
with my eyes closed, while a couple of ladies begged me to stop so they
could reclaim their chip. A search and rescue guy asked me if I was ok, and
I said, "Just the usual near-death experience!"
I finished around 50/400 overall, 5th in the 50's. Two Veterans were just a
minute or two up on me. I could have gotten 3rd if I'd done my speedwork --
maybe next year.
-- Dan
northeast of LA, at the foot of the San Gabriel mountains. It's an
out-and-back course that runs 4.2 miles up, and turns around at the ruins of
Orchard Camp about half way up the mountain. My altimeter watch recorded
2400 feet of climb (571'/mile).
This site has some nice pix of the trail:
http://english.glendale.cc.ca.us/mwtrail061502.html
About 400 runners lined up at the start. The rules of the road were
announced: Downhill runners have the right of way, and have rights to the
mountain side of the trail.
I figured I'd finish in the top eighth, so I was about 15 feet behind the
line. At the gun we charged up the paved uphill to the trailhead about 3/4
of a mile away. I glanced at my heart rate, and was surprised to see it at
165 after just a couple of minutes. I hoped I could keep it up to the top!
At the trailhead the course becomes a narrow single track, with lots of
rocks and steep drop-offs. About a year ago a local runner fell during a
sunset hike with his daughter and died before he could be rescued. There
are places you could fall a few hundred feet before a tree of large bush
would stop you. The Sierra Madre Search and Rescue folks manned most of the
dangerous spots on the trail.
It's a tough climb. Everyone's breathing hard. High school tracksters are
stopping and catching their breath, then zipping back into action. After a
couple of miles it's clear that many have started too fast.
My strategy was to let my breathing do whatever it wanted (between 2 and 3
steps per breath cycle), but keep my quads just on the threshold of burning.
Quad burn can be lethal to a good time in this race -- you need a good
supply of glycogen to run fast and under control on the steep and rocky
return trip.
I did my patented fast walking on the steepest (20+%) grades, and as usual,
had no trouble keeping up with runners around me who were jogging them. I
probably fast hiked (at a 165 pulse!) 3-4 minutes of my 52 minute ascent.
At that effort, it's only slightly less difficult than running. At one
point I passed the winning woman on a fast walk as she jogged up a steep
grade (she pulled away from me at the turnaround, and passed the two women
ahead of her to take the victory).
About a mile from the turn around, the winner came blasting down, saying
"watch out, watch out!" He was a couple of minutes in front and would win
easily (if you can call any win easy).
After several small water crossings, we made it to the Orchard Camp turn
around at the tail end of a 1/3 mile descent. The normally easy climb out
of Orchard was *really* hard, doubly so because I was really ready for some
downhill running, where form, not horsepower, is king. For most of the
descent, I had a tail of two younger runners, and I had to let them pass as
we hit a couple of very rocky or slippery areas -- my days of fearless
rock-hopping are long gone. It felt good to be able to stretch out on the
sections of smooth trail.
I passed a few people on the way down who had blown it all out on the
uphill. Some were going quite a bit slower than I was. About a mile and a
half from the finish, I looked up and across a small fijord and saw that
there was no one within a minute of me, which was a relief. I hate getting
passed at the end of a race! In no time I had run through the trailhead,
and hit the city streets for the last 3/4 mile. I put my eye on a guy about
50 yards ahead of me, and picked it up a bit -- I was hurting but there was
only a few minutes to go. I also wanted to reserve enough for a kick if
necessary. I passed the guy about 500 yds from the finish, and slowly
accelerated. At 200 yards out, a friend in the crowd warned me that the guy
was kicking, so it was my turn to let loose. Faster, faster, keep your
form. I gradually accelerated right up to the finish mat, and didn't have
to use that last 1%.
I did a reverse Lance (kept a kicker from nipping me at the end).
At the end I walked about 30 feet hunched over, heaving to catch my breath,
with my eyes closed, while a couple of ladies begged me to stop so they
could reclaim their chip. A search and rescue guy asked me if I was ok, and
I said, "Just the usual near-death experience!"
I finished around 50/400 overall, 5th in the 50's. Two Veterans were just a
minute or two up on me. I could have gotten 3rd if I'd done my speedwork --
maybe next year.
-- Dan