Relentless Forward Progress w/ Mike Ubaldini

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43 hours. 125 miles. Our sixth 100+ mile finish.

But this was the first one where life showed up unfiltered.

At mile 91, I hit a place beyond fatigue—the kind where quitting stops feeling dramatic and starts feeling reasonable. The strength was gone. The logic was gone. Even the “why” was quiet.

What remained were my wife, my best friend, and his son. They didn’t see an athlete. They saw me—raw, stripped down, and empty—and they stayed. Sometimes that’s the difference.

Then, in a moment that still doesn’t feel accidental, “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire came on at the Kelly Canyon aid station—almost exactly one year since my Dad passed. His song. A steady reminder that something can still move you forward, even when the source of it is no longer physically present.

People talk a lot about grit.

But I didn’t find grit on a cot in a tent, in the middle of a canyon in Northern Arizona.

What I felt—and maybe this was the “why”—was love.

Love from a wife, a best friend, and his son who knew what I was capable of, even when I couldn’t see it myself.

That love tied my shoes when, ten minutes earlier, I believed I was done. That love stood between me and the chair when stopping felt inevitable. That love carried me when the miles stopped mattering.

I firmly believe, and always have, that I don’t finish these races alone.

I am carried—by people who refuse to let me disappear into myself, and by the spirit of the man who raised me to keep showing up with love.

It wasn’t about 125 miles.

It was about gratitude. It was about the journey. It was—and always is—a metaphor for life.

And that’s the part I’m still learning how to carry.

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The last couple weeks have been spent deep in the mountains—big, technical training days with steep climbs, long descents, and tens of thousands of feet of vertical as we head toward the Sedona Canyon 125 ⛰️🏃‍♂️

Hours out there strip things down. Expectations fade. Control disappears. All that’s left is the next step 👣

The mountains remind me that progress isn’t about outcomes—it’s about presence, effort, and adaptability 🌄

Grateful for the work, the people, and the chance to go farther—one step at a time 🙏🔥

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Black Canyon 100K 2026: A Familiar Course, A Very Different Journey

Before anything else, I want to start with gratitude.

Much appreciation to Aravaipa, the incredible staff and volunteers, every aid station worker, fellow runners, and all the spectators and crews who make this race what it is. Special thanks to my crew—our good friend Michelle, and of course my wife Robin—and to our daughter Alaina, who showed up at the finish. Thank you all for the continued support and love in this crazy sport that I continue to work at, enjoy, and feel deeply fulfilled by.

A Different Kind of Build-Up

This race felt different right from the start.

Looking back at 2025, it wasn’t an ideal year in many aspects, including a racing standpoint. There were a lot of personal and professional challenges – which did create tremendous growth and learning opportunities. Racing simply wasn’t a priority. Running, and ultrarunning, took a backseat to responsibilities, obligations, and commitments that surfaced as the year progressed.

We only participated in two races all year: one in March and one in September, the latter alongside Robin. That was it. But heading into late 2025, I knew I wanted to change that. I wanted to recommit—to racing, to trail running, and to ultramarathons being a bigger part of my life again. We sat down and signed up for two big races in 2026: one in May, which will be entirely new, and another in October, which we’ve done before. Never considered doing two, 100-mile races in a year, let alone 5 months apart.

As part of preparing for that, I wanted a race in February or March. Black Canyon 100K made perfect sense. I’ve run it three times before. I know the course. I know the aid stations. As “comfortable” as a 100K can be, it was familiar. We signed up in November—right before Thanksgiving and landed 450th on the waitlist. Despite the odds, I started increasing my running and began “training.” I built a block as best I could through the holidays while still navigating everything that 2025 had brought with it.

Around Christmas, I picked up a calf injury that sidelined me for about 7–10 days with virtually no running. Thankfully, after the New Year, I was able to ease back in very carefully and nurse my calf back to health.

Then travel hit. For several weeks leading up to race day, I was on the road constantly (still am 😊)—still training, still unsure if I’d even get into the race. Robin and I discussed that result and we both agreed that if it were to happen, we’d do the race and see how it goes – worse case, the calf gets irritated and we drop out. About nine days out, while traveling in Los Angeles, I checked the waitlist. I was 130th.

Not promising. Then, on Saturday, one week out from the race —sitting in LAX—I got the email that we were in! After sharing it with Robin and others - we all agreed that if I didn’t run it, I’d be sitting on race day regretting my decision.

Yes, I was undertrained. Yes, the calf was still a question mark. Yes, there was anxiety and stress about running 62 miles not being prepared. But the upside - No expectations. No pressure. We had a plan - enjoy the day, see how you feel throughout, if we need to pull out we will, at worst, it would be a solid training day heading into May.

It was quite the day and like all these – we have a story to tell 😊. Throughout the day, I felt very good – like, surprisingly well. The calf was not an issue, nutrition & hydration were rock solid, outside of a small blister and your normal aches and pains that occur in these races – it was a pretty ideal day. Having Robin and Michelle out to support me was excellent. The back half of the course, something I’ve run many times, was the strongest I’ve ever felt this deep into a race. I was running well, having fun, and genuinely enjoying the day. The only stretch that tested my patience was a 7-mile stretch of technical, rocky terrain between miles 51 - 58— the rocks were relentless, causing the blister to be annoying—but even then, I never really got frustrated. Those final 10 miles we ran very well, so much so that I missed Robin and Alaina at the finish by about 10–15 minutes, coming in sooner than expected.

I’m incredibly grateful that we took the chance, that my body held up, and the outcome was as positive as it was. Arguably the best I’ve that late into a race—and doing it without expectations made it even more meaningful. Now it’s recovery week, and then it’s back to training—slowly and smartly—as we build toward May. Thank you to everyone who supported me, followed along, crewed, volunteered, cheered, or sent messages.

We’ve got some fun adventures on the horizon, which I know will create a few more stories 😉

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A moment in the mountains can do the body, mind and soul some incredible good. It can heal, create peace, and in some cases offer pain and discomfort. 😜

Of course, I am over a week past this event but, like most of 2025, circumstances haven't come ideal or easy! 😁

Last Saturday, Robin Ubaldini and I participated in an adventure together. The Flagstaff Sky Peaks Races - https://www.aravaiparunning.com/skypeaks/ The big difference, she wasn't crewing me this time. She jumped out of her comfort zone and participated in her very first trail race. 🏃‍♀️

Both of us went into our respective races underprepared but very excited. This year has thrown us a number of curveballs, so priorities had the tendency to get moved around. We did the best we could with where we were. Overall, we were excited to step away from things for a few hours and be up in the San Francisco Peaks.

Although we didn't run together, we certainly did have some shared suffering. 😫 We didn't know how our days would go and when she texted the girls and I, about 90 minutes ahead of her expected finish time, an overwhelming feeling of joy and pride came over me. She was very happy and, may I say, possibly hooked on the trail scene. (Maybe an ultra sometime soon? 🤣

We did experience some of that late race motivation about 4 miles left in mine, and kudos to the weather forecasters for being spot on with their prediction. Just past 1pm the clouds started thundering, lightening started cracking and the hail and rain started falling. Don't think I ever ran that fast in the last few miles of an ultra but it was certainly a kick in the backside to get you going. 😝

Much gratitude to the Aravaipa Running crew, fellow participants, volunteers, and those along the courses that cheered us on. The trail and ultra-running community is something special and I was happy to be back at it. Being able to share that time, so to speak, with Robin, make it extra satisfying.

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The Crown King Scramble 50k – Race Wrap Up

Many say, and I’ve found out as well, that spending time in nature can clear your mind and provide an opportunity for peace and healing! Well, nothing like running 31 miles, essentially uphill, to intensify those experiences. This past Saturday afforded me, and many others, to do just that at the 38th Crown King Scramble put on by Aravaipa Running. Would like to say Thank You to the staff, volunteers, and all the folks that came out to support us runners. Also, much appreciation to the community of Crown King, AZ for allowing us all to take over your small mountain town for the weekend. The hospitality is always wonderful! Thank you goes to Robin, Bella, Alaina, Bryan, my sisters and mom, as well as some other folks out there for the texts before and during the race. Always wonderful to get those prior to the start and then cycling through after the finish.

This entry is going to be a bit shorter and not as much detail, since in reality, there isn’t much to recap outside of the incredible views, steep climbs, ideal weather, and several wonderfully amazing human beings. This is a race we originally ran in 2019 and was looking to do it prior to this year. However, with our two daughters in gymnastics and soccer, respectively – we always had this particular weekend filled with other commitments. This past fall, when we signed up, Robin and I were empty nesters, so we had things laid out. In life things change and our youngest, is in the midst of transferring colleges and, playing club soccer here in AZ, had a tournament weekend pop up, in El Paso, TX. Fortunately, Robin was able to make that trip, and I was heading up the Bradshaw Mountains, solo……but that solo trip didn’t last long. In the first few miles I joined up with my mate Ed from Wyoming, via Chicago and we ran, altogether, about 15 miles of the race. We chatted about life, running ultras, kids, work and this dude had me, and many others cracking up. Quick witted, always with a smile and just a delight to be around. About 7-8 miles into our journey together, we met up with Kelly. Well, Kelly, who lives in Flagstaff is originally from Iowa, same as my wife. She graduated from The University of Iowa (where our eldest daughter goes) and she lived for several years, in La Mars, IA – where my wife is from. Needless to say, we had much to talk about and her, Ed, and me ran together for several miles, her and I altogether, for about 15 as well. Kelly and I also talked all the same topics as with Ed, but we also shared some similar family journeys together and had quite the bond over navigating all the opportunities we get to learn and grow from. These two, throughout the 6-7 hours and almost 7k feet of climbing, really made the miles tick off. Other than a bit of the stomach feeling off around mile 22, which I cured with some good old-fashioned Coca-Cola (a true healer of the gut during these), it was a pretty good day physically. Very grateful for the two of them spending time with me and a true reason why most of this community is special.

We all got to the peak of the climb a couple of minutes from one another and had two miles downhill into town and the finish line at the Crown King Saloon. This is when I would typically wrap up this little story. Since this was a point-to-point race and I had no crew to bring me back down, I purchased a shuttle ticket to bring the runners down the mountain to the start. There was about 30 minutes before the next shuttle was to leave and I had brought some cash with me just in the event this happened, so I got a seat on the front patio of the saloon and had myself a $3 Coors Banquet as I waited. We then got the call, 12 of us, to pile into this large passenger van, except the drive, that had just finished a 31-mile, uphill race. Shockingly, it didn’t stink as much as you’d think. The majority of this drive, 90 minutes or so, is down a jeep/forest road until you get to Interstate 17, then it is about 20 minutes from there. This dirt road is bumpy and essentially big enough for 1.5 cars. Our driver, we will call him Mario, was on his third trip doing this, essentially a 4 our round trip. He seemed to be in a hurry to get down or just wanted to provide the most efficient service possible. We cruised down that road, dodging all sorts of rocks, holes, and other stuff, passing cars, and at points coming close to the edge. It was quite a ride, and we all had lots of laughs. The special part of this ride, other than making it to my car safely, was the great conversation I had with two very incredible folks, Anna and TJ. We shared our stories of not just running, but life, similar to that with Ed and Kelly – and it was freeing. This is why I love this culture so much. Most of the crowd has spent time running from something, only to find a place, a time, to be running to something. It continues to be an amazing journey.

After getting to my car and ensuring all was intact after the exciting van ride, I hopped in my car for the 30-minute drive home. It was our eldest’s last day home for spring break before returning to IA, so I got cleaned up and we went out for a great dinner, ending the night watching the NCAA Wrestling Championships. Overall, a pretty ideal day with some pretty awesome people.

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Cuyamaca 100k Endurance Run – Race Wrap

Many say that anything can and will typically happen during the course of an ultramarathon. I’ve said it myself before most races and usually it is reference to what can occur within our body, mind, and spirit during the hours of a race. During this chapter of our journey, we problemed solved something that doesn’t come to the surface, or at least we hear about them 😊. Last weekend, my lovely crew chief and wife, Robin and I hit the road Friday morning on our way to the mountains east of San Diego for the Cuyamaca 100k. Earlier this year, being empty nesters now, we wanted to have that “A race” this year to be something different. We also wanted to have it serve as our potential lottery qualifying race for the 2025 Western States Endurance Run. We researched a number of events this summer and decided on this one because it was well after we moved our daughters into college and gave ample time to prepare following that hectic time. Having never officially run an ultra in CA, we felt this was an exciting adventure to tackle next. We were fortunate to get a cabin about 5 minutes from the start/finish & main staging area in Cuyamaca Stat Park months prior and felt we are all prepared and ready to go. Having no familiarity with the area from a trail perspective, this added a bit of unknown and uncertainty to the mix, which always creates some fun for a race and the temps were to be unseasonable warm (mid 90’s) for early October. The race director actually sent out an email making all participants and crews aware of the heat that was to come. Living in AZ didn’t concern us too much and considering our temps have still been in the six digits, heat training was still happening.

As we left Phoenix for our 4.5 hour drive, on our empty nest adventure 😊, all things were good until about 60 miles outside of Yuma, AZ and the CA boarder. Our low tire sensor came on for a back right tire. It said it was at 26 psi. We had a few hours left and my mind was thinking about tomorrow with Robin crewing me and us potentially waking up to a flat tire. We pulled over at the next gas station (this stretch is in the middle of the AZ desert.) and topped it off with air. Five minutes into the drive, the sensor came back on however, so we cruised at a much slower speed to Yuma and went directly to a Discount Tire. Unfortunately a shard of glass entered the side wall so it was two new back tires and a detour in Yuma. Fortunately we left earlier than planned and the folks at Discount Tire were exceptional. They got us in and out of there within 45 minutes and we were back on the road, feeling much safer than before. In all honesty, we were going to need new tires soon anyway and now my mind was at ease for Robin and the next day. That being said, not something you think about heading out to a race or any type of traveling for that matter. Problem solving is what ultrarunning (and life) is all about! As we entered the sleepy mountain town of Descanso, CA we headed to the race headquarters to check it out. We wanted to have some familiarity with the set up prior to us going over the details later. We then checked into our cabin, cool little place and thankfully it had A/C cause it was warm and grabbed some dinner. The rest of the night we went over the race plan and details then it was night nights!

Sleeping the night before a race, at least for me, is fleeting but I felt rested enough to get this done. We got moving and all packed up ready to go and when we started the car……. yes, the low tire sensor went on this time for the front tires. It was a short ride to the start, so we made a plan for Robin to head to the closest gas station and check things out after the start. Fortunately, it was an issue with the sensor and thank you to the nice gentleman that helped her check things out for her. We got our spot picked out, set things up and got the final registration taken care of and then we were off. The first loop, the longest and arguably the most challenging is a 32 mile trek that ascends the highest point of the course, Cuyamaca Peak, and then loops back down to the start finish. Approximately half of the races 8,000’ of climbing is completed in this loop. Robin met me at the 2nd aid station, just prior to making the climb and although she had to hike ½ mile to the aid station from the car, she was prepared. It was starting to get warm but not too hot. She had coconut water and pickles ready to go. I got my bandana all iced up and soaked the body in ice cold water. Many had said the climb up is what breaks many but the higher we got the more covered the course was and the temps remained bearable. It was a nonstop ascent and very manageable until the last ½ mile when you hit the access road, and it was a strong incline the rest of the way. Once at the top however, the views were endless, the aid station volunteers were top notch and the decent, I had a feeling, was going to be a quad buster. The next 9 miles were essentially all downhill until we hit the end of the first loop.

Upon arriving at the start finish and seeing Robin, I was feeling very good. However, I did feel I may have gone out too hard on that loop. Loop 2, although 13 miles, was all exposed and during the hottest parts of the day. Robin had another t-shirt for me, soaked in ice water and sitting in the cooler. That combined with ice in my hat and bandana, plenty of water and snack, we felt prepared. We left and hit a good climb less than a ½ mile into the loop that seemed to last a few miles. We then opened up to an endless open field that just stretched with the sun beating down on us. The aid station on this loop was 8 miles in and it came to me right on time. I was beginning to go into a dark spot and the questions were coming to mind…..why, what, etc.? Once again, these aid station volunteers shined and got me moving. After some coke, water, electros and an orange I was well on my way to see Robin again. Those dark thoughts behind me and about 5 miles out I decided to house down a rice crispy bar that I’d been carrying with me all day and although it was sweet and tasty, it was getting more and more difficult to get nutrition in me. This is something I wanted to keep on top of all day and to this point I had, it was just getting more difficult because of the hot temps. After just under 5 miles, I pulled into the start/finish area and Robin was ready to go. Feeling much better than 8 miles back, we went to work. I changed out my socks and took care of my feet (one tiny hot spot all day 😊) and she worked on feeding me…. more pickles, electros, cheese quesadilla, watermelon, grapes and some salt tablets). We popped on the headlamp since it was going to be dark soon, gave my crew chief a kiss on was out for the last, 18 mile loop in what was to be darkness.

My body felt mostly well at this point, but my quads were a bit trashed. Uphill and the flats were good, it was going downhill that caused major discomfort. However, my stomach was in good shape, I was moving at a good clip, and we were getting close to that finish line. The last loop was a bit uneventful honestly, other than one of the volunteers at the last aid station asking if I wanted a shot of tequila for the last 6 miles – I adamantly declined! There were two aid stations in the last loop, and just like the others, the volunteers were fantastic. At this stage of 100k, people are hurting and just wanting to get things done. The volunteers need to take on a bit of counselor and medic in some instances but all those that I came into contact with did it with smiles. I had a number of laughs with some of the folks and they likely thought I was delusional at this point, which is highly likely. There was a great moon out and the stars were visible. The trail overall was a bit technical, specially in the last stretch but once I hit mile 60, I was on a stretch that was familiar, even at night and was able to pick up my pace. It is at this time that I head all sorts of “creatures” scurrying in the woods (bunnies and squirrels likely) but for some reason I prompted me to run faster. 😊 The last ½ mile is a straight, concrete stretch to the finish line and motored it in crossing and getting a big hug from Robin. Even the volunteers handing out awards and greeting us there were super excited and happy to see us. Can’t say enough about these folks.

Robin was awesome and had all our gear packed up and had moved the car to a very manageable walking distance for me. We spent about 30 minutes cleaning up before the quick ride to the cabin. I don’t think my legs were ever this dirty from a race. With the heat, dry climate, and all the dust, my entire leg below my calf was coated with dust and grime. We made it back to the cabin and got all situated, showered up and spent about an hour on the couch reflecting on the day. What we learned and who we became. I believe you are always a different person from the moment you start a race and when you finish. Robin was amazing and knew what I felt I needed and when I needed it, even if I didn’t want it. I was really proud of our nutritional intake. I wanted to make a point to be eating a couple hundred calories every 60-90 minutes. This was the first time I was truly disciplined with it, and it showed with no stomach issues. We hydrated well throughout the day even though the temps were higher than normal, and we kept cool. Grateful to have Robin with me at these events and much appreciated to the volunteers and staff of the race, as well as the other competitors, I was fortunate to share some miles with. It was a long, hot, difficult race but very satisfied with the effort. It seems that these longer races are getting harder to prepare for and I am getting slower, but we still toe the line, and we continue to get them done.

The 2025 schedule already has some commits for early in the year so we will take some down time and pick things back up soon.

Keep moving forward everyone!

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Each day of our journey can have us going 100 miles an hour. We can get distracted that next step and where it is going to take us or what that next “priority” is that we “must” take care of 😊. Each day also enables us to step back and soak it all in. To be present in the present – letting all those distractions and “things we need to get done” – slip away. Last week and was given an opportunity, sort of, but let’s just say some circumstances that weren’t ideal opened up to something that gives me great joy and fulfillment.

Last week I was on a red-eye flight to Philadelphia with the ultimate mission to move our youngest into her freshman year of college. The pictures you see, were not part of that ultimate mission initially, however, it is just how this journey unfolded, to my benefit 😊. These pictures are from the Appalachian Train near the Hamburg Reservoir in Pennsylvania. This section of the AT, as it is called, includes two well known areas, Pulpit Rock and The Pinnacle. A couple of these pictures are from those lookout areas. Of course, I had to put in some questions of the “Green Tunnell” or “green canopy” as the AT can also be described as.

What is the significance? Thirteen years ago, I began venturing up here to find solace. This is where I started trail running, training, and ultimately participating in ultramarathons. This is also a place I came to escape. During those periods, I was consistently running from things. Those demons and devils that race through our mind trying to lead us to those dark places. I would come up to the AT here and run, think, find peace, and begin – eventually, healing. I had spent a lot of time in these woods and over the years, I stopped running from things and started running toward things. I ultimately realized that I can be better…….I must be better for my wife, for my daughters, and for myself.

Last weekend when I was up here again, it was a bit surreal. It was on a trip back to PA to move our youngest into college. Not a different experience than so many others out there. For me, it allowed be to reflect on where our collective journey has come from, and brought us, as a family. By no means have I become the husband, father, and human being I am meant to be or do I know if I will ever get there. I do see the lives we’ve been able to create and now the journey that both our daughters have chosen to take and; I am so grateful for finding these trails and chose, for myself, to run toward something!

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Pine 50k Race Wrap Up: 50K Race – Pine Strawberry Fuel Reduction (psfuelreduction.org)

Just like most of this year to date, things took precedent in getting this out last week following the race. This year has been filled with a lot of figuring things out. What I mean is, we’ve had to make many decisions where mitigating uncertainty hasn’t been very clear. However, we’ve kept moving forward and when we do that, we end up getting to where it is we intended to. Typically, not pretty but it usually never is 😊.

The Pine 50k, back on May 4th, had a similar story, as these races usually prove. This was my 2nd time running this race with the first being 2 years ago, their inaugural one. The race takes place up on the Mogollon Rim - Wikipedia. Over the last year, I’ve spent much time up on the Rim, training for and racing in last year’s Mogollon Monster 100. I’ve grown quite fond of this area of AZ, and it no longer had that intimidating aura since last September. However, my week leading up to the race was certainly not idea. I was on the road all week, getting home Thursday night and had a quick turnaround to head up to Pine, AZ (race location) Friday night. Fortunately, my wife Robin was making the trip this year to support me. Unfortunately, however, throughout the day Friday, I was having stomach issues and feeling nauseous. Sometimes when I fly, this happens but not nausea. Certainly, unique, and definitely not ideal heading into the race Saturday morning.

When I got up and went through my normal routine, I felt the stomach issues would subside, but unfortunately, they did not. We were going to toe the line and see what the day was going to bring……a motto we’ve been navigating 2024 with 😊. We had a 6am start and temps were hovering around 40 degrees and throughout the day, they wouldn’t get above 70*, if that; the weather couldn’t have been better. Robin was gracious enough to get me to the start and hang around until the shuttles left. We planned on meeting at a familiar aid station, around mile 20 and then again at the finish line.

The first 10-12 miles are on the Highline Trail, mostly single track with some ups and downs; no real significant climbs. It had been since the Mogollon Monster that I had been up here, so I was enjoying the beginning miles and trying to shake off whatever was going on with my stomach. The first aid station is right around mile 9-ish. There I fueled up and replaced my liquids, which I was trying to stay on top of. I was hoping to grab some ginger ale or candied ginger to see if that would settle my stomach but no go, unfortunately. From here, the next four miles was a trek up the face of the Mogollon Rim. At first it was a gradual climb, however the higher you got the more technical and steep it became. I had been working on vert over the last two months, so the climb wasn’t terrible, but it did grind a bit at the top. Once there, another aid station for a quick breather and then the next 7-ish miles were on top of the Rim, on forest service roads, and very runnable, which felt good after the climb. Plus, I would be seeing Robin at the next aid station before descending back down to the finish.

This stretch was good, and the miles seemed to click off, however, this is when my stomach felt the worst and the nausea was at its roughest. I had some nutrition with me and loaded up on electrolytes and water, just nothing sounded good to me. I just kept moving and knew that I would be able to collect myself once I saw Robin. When we did connect, she forced me to eat an orange, some salty chips, and she had seltzer water, which for some reason sounded fantastic and tasted even better. I spent about 5 minutes getting myself together before moving on knowing I’d see her again in about 13 miles.

At this point of the course, we head, steeply down into the Pine Canyon – you can see the pictures from the top (amazing……) for a few miles. At the bottom, for some time, we are under the cover of pine trees (hence the name of the town 😊) before breaking through to being complexly exposed for the last 7 or so miles. Again, fortunately the weather was great and there was a breeze as well, so we just kept on moving forward. About 4 miles from the finish, there is the last aid station. Just one pivot here, the aid stations, all of them, I believe were staff by local volunteers and several of them were veterans. These folks were incredibly nice and so encouraging. I felt that at each aid station I was entering their home, and they were welcoming us with open arms. At this last one in particular, they helped fill up my bottles, poured some ice-cold water over my head, and sent me on my way with some laughs.

Interestingly enough, a few miles prior to that aid station and currently, I wasn’t having any stomach or nausea issues; I was actually feeling the best I had for the last two days, and my pace seemed to express that. It felt like I was moving faster now, with a few miles to go, than I had all day. I had begun to feel the finish near and as I was heading into the last trail head, before hitting the final 1 mile, I was looking forward to finishing and reflecting on the day, when bam, I caught my right toe on a rock and ate it like a champ. With dirt and dust all over the right side of my body and some nice scraps on my right arm, I dusted off my pride, laughed it off a bit, and continued through to the finish.

Overall, the day was quite interesting and a great learning experience. The way my body felt before and during, my mind as well, was a bit unique than other races. It was a grind, in some ways, however my body, other than my stomach, felt incredibly awesome throughout the day. It felt easier than 2 years ago, and it seemed to show. I am grateful to have had the chance to experience this again and to have Robin there was fulfilling. Many thanks to the race directors, staff, volunteers, the other competitors, and crew folks. Really enjoy spending time in Pine and will likely have a few more visits up there this summer. As for race plans, we’ve decided to take the summer off and refresh. It has been a long two years of grinding, and we have some time before starting to gear up for an October race. In the meantime, enjoy the pictures and if you can, get yourself up to the Mogollon Rim.

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RFP Podcast Episode RFP Podcast Episode #287 – Ultra Dad Session #95: A Teenager’s Journey!

Yes, I am a proud father, of two inspiring daughters. There are so many of us that can share stories of how our children have made us so fulfilled. This is one of those stories and I am going to get right out of the way and share it with you all!

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Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: RFP Podcast Episode #287 – Ultra Dad Session #95: A Teenager’s Journey     

How’d we get here?

The Ultra Dad’s Podcast came from an idea Cindy Shane created.  Well, she planted the idea in our head after listening to the first time Bryan was on the RFP Podcast in May 2020.  There have many times over the years when we speak on the phone or in person the “we should be recording this” line comes out.  Well, here we are jumping in with both feet, like we tend to do, sharing with you our perspectives on life.  Let’s be candid – we are not perfect, and we fail often.  Our favorite term to use is “it’s not ideal” and there have been countless times we’ve uttered, “a plan is great until you are punched in the face;” – but we do laugh a lot, at ourselves and/or each other mostly 😊.  All that said, there are those brief moments where things tend to fall into place and we, somehow, make it to that finish line – as ultrarunners yes, but most importantly has husbands, fathers, friends, and human beings.  We wanted to share those imperfections and those incredible moments that we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together over the last 30+ years.  So, sit back, grab a cold one, and hopefully this will be another time where things fall into place. Bryan & Mike

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Race Wrap Up – Copper Corridor 50k

This may be a short race report and will get into that in a minute. It was a really good day out @ the Copper Corridor 50k this past Saturday. As always, thanks to the folks at Aravaipa Running for hosting another great event. Much gratitude to the staff, volunteers, aid station crews, other participants and the spectators that cheered us on (especially that last half mile 😊). Had a great experience running the trails out in Superior, ones that I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do so without this race being hosted there. Another big thank you to the town of Superior, AZ. The police force, sheriff’s, families, and the folks that came out to share in the festivities made for an even better experience.

This was a solo adventure but always appreciate the sacrifice Robin, Alaina & Isabella put in to help support me in chasing down these endeavors. They provided me with several words of encouragement leading up to the race and during the day so thank you family!! The pictures included were from my cell phone as things were getting ready to start and throughout the first third of the race. Aravaipa started this race back in 2020, with their inaugural one coming just before the world shut down. I had it on my radar to do at some point however life……. mainly Isabella’s gymnastics and Alaina’s soccer weekend’s typically took priority (wouldn’t change that either 😊). Plus, the Copper Corridor has been traditionally the weekend after Black Canyon 100k, which is one, if not the favorite race for me. Considering some events that unfolded with the soccer schedule and the 2024 race calendar, we were able to put our name in for this year’s edition and it certainly didn’t disappoint.

Up until this past Saturday, I had only driven through Superior, and it doesn’t take long at tall to do so. It is about an hour from our house in NE Phoenix, east of the city as you begin heading into the mountain ranges of Pinal County. It is a small, former, mining town with some very interesting, and cool history you can read in the link above. These were all new trails to me, but I was excited to adventure into the canyons here and around Picketpost Mountain after doing some race research. My thoughts going into the race were to get a sense of my endurance and fitness after working on building my foundation for what we have outlined for the spring and summer. The course had a lot of single tracks, some technical terrain, and a few good climbs but after a hard training weekend just last week, and not having any taper, it was leading up to be an interesting event 😊. The days prior life really took over with a heavy dose of work commitments and responsibilities as well as some other personal and family obligations and obstacles we were navigating through. Needless to say my mind wasn’t on racing so I tried to take the mindset of having gratitude to be able to get away from everything and spend some hours in some new mountains and trails. Fortunately, the aftermath of the prior weekends runs left my quads and I was feeling very good leading up to the start line.

Speaking of the start line, and seriously, the tininess of Superior, my parking spot, which was along Main Street where literally 100 yards from each other. That was a very nice perk 😊. The morning was very mild with a touch of a chill but perfect temps for running. As we all gathered in the coral, after listening to a few minutes of course instructions, we were off down the main drag heading towards Picketpost Mountain in the distance and a morning full of exploring. After the ½ mile on Main Street we dipped into a single-track trail that basically skirted a creek bed and were on this for a few miles until we crossed under Highway 60 and into more of a desert landscape. The first 1/3 of the race went by smoothly with a few short climbs and descents as we meandered through a riparian area, in and out of canyons. At this point, I was with about 7-8 other runners as we ran single file enjoying the scenery, some conversation, and the ideal AZ, February weather.

The second half of the race is positioned as the toughest with the most climbing, we get up to the highest part of the course, as well as the most descent. The majority of this middle 1/3 is also exposed but as you can see from some of the shots, it is very beautiful. Additionally, these 11 to 12 miles are the most remote on the course and there is no aid, so we had to stock up before heading out into this section. Considering these elements, my plan was to take it easy on the climbs and run the downhills and flats to be able to have something left in the tank for that final 10-11 miles back to the finish. Of course, my mind was also thinking about what type of problem solving would need to be done over the next couple of hours. This was my first race since September and though the training was going well, I didn’t know how my body was going to respond considering the prior weekend’s adventure and I showed up to the race with 30 miles on my legs from the week leading up.

Around mile 12, as we were descending into a canyon, I began feeling some hotspots on my feet, but thought I was too early to get blisters and my left knee started feeling a bit wonky as well. Neither of these were corrupting my pace, or my spirit so I made myself aware and moved on. About a mile after that I came upon my new friend Roy, from San Diego as we were working our way up a climb. He and I then proceeded to run the next 5 miles together, talking about running, racing, San Diego, his potential move to Arizona, family, and life all together. It made those five miles, and what were supposedly the most challenging miles of the course, click by seamlessly. As we crested the high point of the course, we were met with this long, steep, technical descent and for some reason I felt like bombing down. I was feeling really good, thanks to Roy’s company, I let the momentum carry me. For the next 3-4 miles I was moving well as the final big-ish, climb approached, leading up to the aid station before heading back into town. It was a bit weird since I was the only one at this aid station at this time but did have a great quick conversation with the volunteers, grabbed a quick snack, filled my bottles and dowsed myself with some ice water for the final third.

This last 11ish miles had some technical downhills, that were pretty steep, but followed by smooth single-track, pretty much until we got back into town. This was where I experienced something that was a first for me in these races. It was something I’ve always wanted to feel, but it had always escaped me to this point. As mentioned before, I had thought about that moment, that comes every race, when you pretty much get punched in the gut. Something, or possibly everything hurts; stomach goes south, blisters surface on your feet, your quads get trashed, and your knees feel like they are being smacked with a hammer. It happened in each race, and I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder when it would be coming during this one. Well, it never really came, other than maybe the last ½ mile before hitting Main Street again. This final third, running through these canyons, with some nice cloud cover in the sky, moving over water crossing, and clicking off the miles, I did feel like a little kid in a sense. It felt pretty fulfilling to be hitting the same mile pace at this point in the race as I was at the beginning. As a few of us moved from the trail to the suspension bridge and onto Main Street for the final half mile, we were moving at a great clip, with the view of the finish line ahead of us and the outside patio bars and restaurants lined with patrons cheering us along the way. We heard one guy hell, “it’s all uphill from here.” Well, he wasn’t kidding because that same section we started on, all downhill, led right back up that hill to the finish line. Fortunately, it was gradual and short, and it didn’t matter at all because we were crossing the finish line.

All my other races, typically the last third, if not more, is a grind. It consists of managing through pain, figuring out problems that you don’t think of happening, and just focusing on moving forward. Many times, it is piecing myself back together to take that next step. Those experiences are when 1. we find out about ourselves a lot; what we are made of when the proverbial shit hits the fan, and 2. we learn and grow in ways to help us better navigate the next adventure. I do believe we grow more through adversity and through suffering a bit in that pain cave. However, after last Saturday’s experience, I believe there are some things that I should be learning. At least, some other strategies to incorporate leading up to race day. That whole feeling of “not being punched in the face,” was very nice I must say 😊. However, I know it won’t be something that I likely replicate anytime soon!!

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RFP Podcast Episode RFP Podcast Episode #286 – Ultra Dad Session #94: Time to slow down or speed up?

Hard to grasp that Thanksgiving is in a few days and the holiday season is upon us. For you, is this a time to speed into the new year or take time to reflect, before 2024 is upon us?

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Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: RFP Podcast Episode #286 – Ultra Dad Session #94: Time to slow down our speed up?     

How’d we get here?

The Ultra Dad’s Podcast came from an idea Cindy Shane created.  Well, she planted the idea in our head after listening to the first time Bryan was on the RFP Podcast in May 2020.  There have many times over the years when we speak on the phone or in person the “we should be recording this” line comes out.  Well, here we are jumping in with both feet, like we tend to do, sharing with you our perspectives on life.  Let’s be candid – we are not perfect, and we fail often.  Our favorite term to use is “it’s not ideal” and there have been countless times we’ve uttered, “a plan is great until you are punched in the face;” – but we do laugh a lot, at ourselves and/or each other mostly 😊.  All that said, there are those brief moments where things tend to fall into place and we, somehow, make it to that finish line – as ultrarunners yes, but most importantly has husbands, fathers, friends, and human beings.  We wanted to share those imperfections and those incredible moments that we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together over the last 30+ years.  So, sit back, grab a cold one, and hopefully this will be another time where things fall into place.

Bryan & Mike

[mubal4]

9/13/23  

Where is our limit? – Mogollon Monster 100 Race Wrap Up

How far can we truly go? What is the limit? What are we truly made of?

The questions above where the principals behind us doing the Mogollon Monster 100 (MOG 100 for short) last weekend. Would never consider myself a veteran 100-mile ultramarathon runner. This was my fifth one since beginning this wildly, wacky, and amazing sport back in 2015. However, I am familiar with the distance, what it takes to complete them, and since none of mine have been pretty (pretty-ugly more like it 😊), there have been many lessons learned along the way. Listen, running 100 miles is crazy far and there are so many unknowns; things you don’t think of, wouldn’t think of, that do occur where you need to problem solve (more to come on that). However, there are ways to mitigate some of the unknowns and uncertainty that are apparent. This in mind, I studied the course and was able to do some training runs along the route to familiarize myself with the climbs, technicality, and conditions. We spoke to friends that have experience with running it (much gratitude Meghan & Brian) and crewing it to limit a bit of the uncertainty. We trained! And trained! And trained! The expectation was this was going to be a 100-mile not like something we’ve experienced before, just in the course, terrain, and technicality. Therefore, if we were going to do something we’ve never done before, we were going to have to train like we’ve never trained before. Come race day however, there were still a few pieces of uncertainly, some done on purpose – that would prove to help us begin to understand if we could go beyond the limits!

From the book A Runner’s Hi, by Dean Karnazes

“An ultramarathon is not a single experience, but a series of little moments, strung together in a narrative thread that becomes a complete story. Some moments are silly, others sublime; not that much different from life really. In so many ways, an ultramarathon is a microcosm of life when compressed into 100 miles of running the full breath of humanness is experienced, the physical, emotional and the spiritual. Along the path, a story gets told. What I’ve come to realize is that the ending is not what matters most. Sure, I may get another buckle today, but reaching the finish line is not the ultimate prize. It is the story that’s lived along the way and today was turning out to be one hell of a story.”

Here's the story.

The foreshadowing the weeks prior to this race was the perfect preface to what was to come. We spent the two weeks before in California with our youngest daughter Alaina for two separate soccer tournaments. In between those weeks I was also in CA for work. It actually worked out well because I only drove out once (flew the other 😊). Point being, it wasn’t the ideal type of taper weeks I would have liked, and things were not routine at all. Even the week of was not ordinary in any way but the more I thought about it, it was in line with what I was expecting the race to deliver. The day before I drove up to Pine, AZ to get settled into the cabin and wait for my wife Robin & our great friend, Michelle, who would be crewing me throughout. Originally, we had thought it was going to be Robin solo for ungodly hours up on the Mogollon Rim (rim), in a point-to-point race, driving for miles and hours trying to find out where the hell I am in a remote part of AZ with limited, if any cell service. (Yeah – a bit uncertainty and unknown there). Fortunately, Michelle committed to helping out and she was a complete rockstar for her first time ever experiencing something like this. She came up critical in a number of areas. When we all arrived separately late Friday, we talked about the game plan, made final preparations, and tried to get as much sleep as possible. Not something that comes easy before any ultra, let alone one like this. When the alarm went off @ 3am it was time to get going and by 530am I was at the starting line getting ready to tackle this beast.

There was a calmness to the air as we got a few minutes out. Race Director Noah shared some instructions and insight on the course, finer details, and wished us all luck and then the National Anthem was played. This was the first time; I can remember this being done at a race. It delivered a sense of pride, some emotion, and much energy. After feelings of anxiety, stress, wonder and excitement, we were off, and I actually felt relief and comfort.

After crossing the starting map there was no hesitation, we were immediately into our first climb. The weather was cool, the climb was gradual, and we were moving steadily. A couple of short miles we were on top of the rim for the first time and the views (from every time up there) were epic. My first thought expressed out loud – “wow.” It truly is amazing, beautiful up there and recommend having it part of a bucket list. Not the race, but certainly a trip to the top 😊!! We had several miles of smooth running before descending back down to our first aid station. Quick refueling and then it was back up for our second climb for a couple more miles, then on top of the rim again, runnable terrain, before meeting up with Robin and Michelle for the first time at mile 27ish! We all had a lot of energy at this time, and I was feeling strong. We did our first sock change and took care of the feet, iced down with a neck banana. This was however, the initial point where my stomach started to act a bit off. I had been eating pretty well up to this point and staying consistent with food, but nothing sounded good to me at this time. I did though, stuff a few things in my head and got back at it. We had a few miles on top of the rim road (gravel road) before making a big descent down to a major aid station at mile 32ish. This is where the fun started!!! As I left the girls, just a few minutes out, my pack felt loose and bouncy as I ran. Not normal!! It is usually snug to my upper body. I didn’t think too much of it and kept running and for about 5 minutes the whole right side broke off. Think of having a backpack on and the right strap broke off. I was essentially running with that! No bueno for another 80+ miles. Here is where problem solving comes in…. fortunately, I had some athletic tape in my back so as I continued moving, I put that pack on the front of my body and worked to tape it up the best I can. In the meantime, I was trying to call Robin (remember remoteness and bad cell service) and fortunately she picked up. I told her the news and thankfully she and Michelle were able to catch me. Cue the MacGyver music cause this is where Michelle went to work. She was able to use leukotape (very stick & strong tape) to solidly put the pack together, while they “went to town” (a couple hour roundtrip) to see if they can get me another before meeting back up about 20 miles later.

That pack ended up holding up for the rest of the race but did cause a bunch of cuts/scrapes on my back because it wasn’t as snug, but we used that same leukotape to take care of that mess too. Leukotape – it’s the new duct tape!! The next 20 or so miles are some of the toughest of the course. There is that long descent as mentioned, and then several miles of rolling hills in an exposed area below the rim and then another brutal climb known as Myrtle. Fortunately, most of the time in the exposed area it was cloudy so we did get a bit of a break, just about a mile before the climb started. The sun popped back up and it seemed to warm quickly. The technical terrain, my stomach not on par, the heat and now the climb, started to pull me into my first real dark spot of the day. The climb up Myrtle is very tight, technical, steep, and at some points it doesn’t seem like you are even on a trail. It was slow going but I will tell you, there were a few moments when I stopped to turn around, at this point the sun was beginning to set, and the views were amazing; even saw a rainbow. It sucked but it was pretty easy to embrace that suck with what I was seeing. Things finally began to flatten out and I was able to hit the next aid station at the top. At this point, I was nauseous, and no food sounded good. I tried a few things but no dice. I took a seat, took in some salt (chips), downed some ginger ale, and I was on my way again. Fortunately, I’d be seeing Robin and Michelle for the second time in a few miles – that was giving me the energy I needed to get there.

As I began approaching what was the Buck Springs aid station, I began hearing faint noises. At this point, I was running near the edge of the rim to my left side, and it sounded like coyotes howling. Although I was a bit beat up, I wasn’t at the point where I was hearing things (yet 😊), and nightfall was just on us. The closer I got to Buck Springs the more I realized that was where the noise was coming from – it was an all-out party, on top of the rim, in the middle of nowhere and the volunteers and crews were having a blast. It was an immediate bolt of inspiration considering the last climb that happened, the 4th one. I came upon Robin and Michelle, and they went right to work. The last stretch did take a toll on me, my stomach was still queasy, but my body and mind were in good spirits. We had two jobs at this point, taking care of the feet with cleaning them up and sock change, and eating. They both went through a cycle of different types of food for me to eat and settled on grapes (thanks again Michelle, best grapes I ever had 😊), broth and a load of potatoes and salt. I also took a moment to get my wits about me. This was going to be one of those moments that was going to be unknown for me, and for Robin as well. There have been races that I haven’t had a pacer and actually, my last 100-miler back in October, I didn’t have one. I went through the night at that race solo. But……it was a 20-mile looped course and one I’ve run dozens of times, so it was VERY known. These next 20 miles were going to be through the night, on trails I’ve never traveled, likely by myself in the middle of nowhere. Yes, there are other runners out there, however at this point in a 100-mile race, things are very spread out. This is another moment of this race I was looking forward to – let’s see how I navigate and work through this without a pacer to keep me motivated, moving, fueled and awake 😊!!!!

When I left the girls, the trail descended a bit and was quite smooth. I actually caught up with another runner and we worked together for a few miles. We then came upon two others and the four of us started picking off miles throughout this section of the course, known as the cabin loop (passing by a few cabins, Pinchot & General Springs…..hence the name). After some time, we began dipping into and climbing out of a few canyons over several miles. During this time, not sure because it wasn’t like I was moving at blazing fast speed, I began distancing myself from the other three runners. Coming into Pinchot Cabin aid station I was feeling very good, likely because I ate before but my stomach was still not right and that stayed with me the entire race. For some reason, just couldn’t shake it. No worries, I downed a full PB&J, some caffeine, and was on my way. On my way out, I saw one dude and his pacer, talking deeply, and as I turned back to say thank you to the aid crew, the runner was heading to a caught to sleep……my hope for a short period of time and then pressing on. This next part was about 7 miles, and I was to be seeing Robin and Michelle for the last time at night. This part and more ups and downs, not as difficult as the climbs up and down the rim but for some reason it seemed relentless. It chewed me up and spit me out and by the time I reached the girls, at just over 60 miles, I was not in a good way. Physically, my muscles were good, and feet were okay too. We did another sock change and cleaned them up and I sat for a bit but didn’t have an appetite. The girls kept asking me if I wanted anything and nothing sounded good. I forced down another PB&J and then Robin, sweet Robin, asked if I wanted a lemon-lime Celsius. As I changed into dry clothes and got ready for the rest of the night, early morning hours, I grabbed the Celsius and took a sip. It was tasty, refreshing too. I then slugged the remainder of the can and it seemed to immediately give me a boost (caffeine….)! My mind had been in a dark spot, and I was hitting a low but once again, the girls, and this magic elixir got me moving again.

I wouldn’t be seeing the girls till mile 87, likely not until early afternoon so it was just me, my headlamp, and the trail for the next 10-12 hours. The descent just out of this aid station is down what is called the Powerline Climb and it sucked. There is no other way to describe this, about a mile maybe, trek over a rocky, boulder filled “trail.” During this time, another one of those things that don’t usually happen but will during a 100-miler, happen. As I planted my trekking pole and went to remove it, it got stuck between two rocks and I yanked one part right off. It was still connected with the internal cord but for some reason I was no longer able to collapse them AND, my headlamp ended up blowing up as well. All while descending this “trail” from hell. Thankfully, I made it to a section resembling an actual trail where I was able to get the pole and headlamp “fixed” and I was back moving again with Celsius energy. There was another aid station a short distance away and I again down a full PB&J – they seemed to be working for me at this time so stayed with it and went in and out quickly. The next few hours it was pretty much me out there. I had seen a few headlights a ways in front of me as the trail meandered through the trees and climbs but other than that, it was darkness with the cone of light from my lamp leading the way. I was moving, and moving well, or at least I felt like I was. I glanced at my watch occasionally and my pace is where I wanted to be heading to the 75-mile mark. I kept my head down and just kept moving forward. The silence and darkness were peaceful and my mind went to Robin and Michelle, hoping they made it back to the cabin okay (Robin confirmed that via text but didn’t get that until after…..). I was thinking about Isabella and Alaina and how they were doing. As well as our dog Bear. I had thoughts of when we committed to doing this race earlier in the year and the months of training leading up to it. I thought about the different trails and mountains climbed, people met, and research we did in preparation. More than we’ve done for past races. Technically, we were approaching 75-miles into this adventure, but the journey started way back in April!!!

Not sure if I nodded off for a quick second during my thoughts or it was a rock that I kicked but I did come out of what seemed like a trance and noticed two lights ahead on the trail. As I continued to get closer, I saw a couple more just ahead of me. The night sky was getting lighter, and the morning was beginning to wake up, just like me I guess 😊. My pace picked up as well and about a mile outside of the Geronimo aid station I was able to catch up to the 4-5 folks in front of me and we descended into the aid station as the sun was rising in the air. Getting through the night of an ultra can be one of the most demanding portions of the race. The last few hours for me were a bit serene and the dawn of this new day brought new life to me as well. I had a drop bag at this aid and was able to get another fresh set of clothes, new socks, and fueled up again. I had about 27 miles before seeing Robin and Michelle and the two last climbs of the day. I was ready to go but the Geronimo aid station was a scene of a bit of carnage. A friend was sitting there when I arrived, hadn’t seen him for about 12 hours, and unfortunately, he had decided not to go on. Another that I had passed coming into the aid did the same. And one guy, who we shared some miles with earlier in the race, came into the aid, all smiles and seemed like he had a ton of energy, was asked if he wanted anything, “nope, I’m done,” was his response. I wanted to see if I could rally these folks and all of us press on. But their race isn’t mine and vice versa. I gave my friend a pat on the back, it was his first 100-miler, he crushed it, and I was proud of him; happy as well to have shared miles. Told the others great job too and thanked the aid station volunteers. They all encouraged me to keep going and that I was doing great.

I had goosebumps when I left that aid station. The encouraging words, the new morning, knowing that we were getting toward the final quarter, and I knew this section of the course. I had trained on it a few weeks prior, so I was excited, and I was doing it almost exactly at the same time of day. After going through the night, conquering that uncertainty, and leaning into the unknown, I was somewhere familiar. This section of the course has some more rolling hills, nothing too substantial, before hitting the fifth climb. This is the shortest climb of all six but still gets a bit hairy toward the top. Navigating the rollers, I came across a runner and pacer, two from back earlier in the night, they were moving well, and we shared some short words. We had come across each other for several hours and figured we’d hit the climb together. I was surprised, by the time I got to the climb a couple miles later, they were nowhere in sight. I ended up seeing them finishing up the race as we were driving out of town…….it was good to know they kept moving on! Getting to the top was good and the trail dumped onto the rim road again and there was about a mile to Donohue aid station. There was about half-dozen runners at this when I rolled in and none that I had seen on the trails. We were all taking a bit of a breather because what was to come wasn’t going to be ideal at all!!! We were all about to take on, arguably the ugliest, toughest, most technical climb of the course. Prior to that, we were heading down a gnarly set of switchbacks and a steep grade, one that was to match the future climb. Altogether, it wasn’t far, 4 miles, but it was going to be brutal. I filled up my bottles, grabbed a handful of food and was on my way, I wasn’t going to delay the inevitable. I started to descend and told myself, “this is going to suck, it is going to hurt, it is going to be brutal, take your time, breathe, and keep moving forward.” The downhill was tough for a bit, slow and steady, then began to ease up getting closer to the bottom. After a quick left turn the climb was on and in reverse, it started off with an easy grade and then it just got as expected. It was almost breaking, but I just kept moving forward, took some stops for a few seconds, and kept climbing. It seemed to get steeper and steeper and then after some time, I began to hear voices. My head peaked over this ridge, and I heard a few people clapping. I was relieved to be at the top and after about ½ a mile I heard more cheering. I had made it to Dickerson Flat aid station and the final time I would see Robin and Michelle before the finish!!

It had been about 12 hours since I had seen them and yes, they were a sight for sore eyes…..and feet. Those 20 miles between our time together had tested me but not defeated me. My muscles were still feeling good, but my feet were banged up. Bones were sore and my hip/groin was beginning to bother me. I also started to begin feeling hotspots on my feet but decided not to change socks. I wanted in and out of this aid station fast. With about 15 miles to go, it was time to get to that finish line. Lemon-lime Celsius and PB&J made another appearance, and, in a few minutes, I was back on the rim road for about 5 miles before heading into Pine Canyon. This is a great view from the top of the rim looking into this canyon, all the way down, about 2 miles to the bottom. Although the view is pretty the trail down is not. Very technical, steep and switch backs several times before flattening out at the bottom. Now the trail was level, pretty smooth and was winding through some pine trees. The temps were nice, and the overcast skies made it much cooler. This was ideal since I was headed into the final stretch, which was mostly exposed. This was the second exposed part of the course I had mentioned but today, it was cloudy, and was starting to drizzle a bit. This made the next 8 or so miles to Pine Trail head, even with its climbs and descents, thankfully the final ones of the race, tolerable. There was a point on this stretch that I thought I was going the wrong way. I hadn’t seen anyone for a few miles, I was still following the markers, but didn’t realize this last stretch had so many climbs. I had even done this part of the course a year earlier at another race. I guess was beginning to lose my mind with being up for 40 hours, so I was getting a bit freaky 😊. I just kept moving and had some energy to run some of the flatter downhill areas. About 3 miles before I was to hit the last trailhead and get into the final stretch, I came upon a man, and what I found out to be his daughter. He was moving really slow – almost a crawl. I stopped to check in on him. He had said he hurt his knee quite badly and, to a point, needed to be held up by his daughter. He seemed to have his wits about him but had trouble staying upright. He still had a few hours to finish and with only 5 miles left, I believed he was going to make it. I did let the race folks know at the finish line that he was out there, but I had confidence he was going to get there. A few rolling hills later I saw the trailhead and water stations and realized that this journey, this test, was about 20 minutes from ending. The last, almost 2 miles, is on the roads through the town of Pine with the finish being at the community center. I crossed the main road and headed through this neighborhood, that dumped me out onto the main road. With about ½ mile left, you can see where the finish turns into the community center and I was able to see Robin and Michelle standing, almost in the road, waving me in. Strong feeling of emotion filled me, and my pace picked up to a solid run, faster than I had run for many hours. It is funny how the sight of your crew and the smell of that finish gives you that kick to run faster in the last mile of a 100-mile race than you had run at the start. As soon as I hit the line, some pictures were taking, and hugs were given by not only Robin and Michelle but folks from Aravaipa racing.

The race was over, and the journey completed. As I am sitting here a week later from the day the race started, I still haven’t had it set in deep. I’ve reflected on it, Robin and I’ve spoken about it a little, but who it drove me to become and where the next step will take me is unknown right now. I am clear though on the fact that what we set out to do, what I outlined above, for this race, came to fruition. I wanted to be tested, moreso, then I had ever been in a race. I wanted to hurt, be pushed to and beyond limits, go into deep pain caves, and sit there. And deal with it! I wanted to be in the mountains and woods at night, by myself without anyone around, with my thoughts on how to keep my mind and body moving forward. As mentioned, it was pretty ugly, mistakes were made and, yes, many things were not ideal. But we did it and I am grateful for all those that helped me along the way.

Thank you to #aravaiparunning, Brian and Meghan Slavin, all the volunteers, participants, crews, families, friends. Thanks for all the text and words of encouragement before, during and after the race. All those that have reached out – you reaching out means more than you can imagine. To Isabella & Alaina, one at college and the other playing in soccer tournaments all weekend, thank you for thinking of your old-man and reaching out throughout the journey. I love you both very much and am so very proud of you. To Michelle, the rookie crew member – what can I say, you freaking rocked it. You know have a lifetime spot on our team 😊. Really appreciate you – love you! To Robin – we’ve talked about it so much these last few months and in the last week. This was an adventure from the start, and we knew the journey was going to be way different than we’ve experienced before. We knew we were going to have to do things way differently than we had done before. However, when things started last Saturday and until we crossed that finish line, I knew – no matter where this journey was going to take us, I was where I was supposed to be and who I was supposed to be with. Thanks for being my partner and my guide throughout this experience. Glad we can do it together. “Once you decide to run 100 miles, you’re not in charge anymore. Those in charge are your former and future selves. During the race, when you don’t want to keep going and life’s awful, just remember your former self wanted to do this and your future self wants you to finish. Let those two be your guides.” – Eric Senseman

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RFP Podcast Episode #285 – Ultra Dad Session #93: Short cuts & “I don’t feel like it.”

No long intro to type up and share – just going to get right into the episode about doing things we sometimes don’t want to do and why it is critical at certain parts of our journey.

The RFP Ultra Dad’s Podcast is sponsored by Time on the Trails – delivering you a customized experience out on the trails in Arizona and beyond.  Please visit us at www.tottaz.com and on social media via IG, FB, TW & LI.

Keep an eye on the Ultra Dad’s Instagram account @ #ultra_dads.

You can view the live recording of today’s episode on our YouTube Channel Here!

Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relentless-forward-progress-with-mike-ubaldini/id1305969863?i=1000624701917

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: RFP Podcast Episode #285 – Ultra Dad Session #93: Short cuts & “I don’t feel like it.”     

How’d we get here?

The Ultra Dad’s Podcast came from an idea Cindy Shane created.  Well, she planted the idea in our head after listening to the first time Bryan was on the RFP Podcast in May 2020.  There have many times over the years when we speak on the phone or in person the “we should be recording this” line comes out.  Well, here we are jumping in with both feet, like we tend to do, sharing with you our perspectives on life.  Let’s be candid – we are not perfect, and we fail often.  Our favorite term to use is “it’s not ideal” and there have been countless times we’ve uttered, “a plan is great until you are punched in the face;” – but we do laugh a lot, at ourselves and/or each other mostly 😊.  All that said, there are those brief moments where things tend to fall into place and we, somehow, make it to that finish line – as ultrarunners yes, but most importantly has husbands, fathers, friends, and human beings.  We wanted to share those imperfections and those incredible moments that we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together over the last 30+ years.  So, sit back, grab a cold one, and hopefully this will be another time where things fall into place.

Bryan & Mike

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This moment right now!

Haven’t written in some time. No particular reason other than haven’t made it a priority and haven’t felt a strong sense to share the journey. Could be I don’t feel like sharing, don’t have much to share, or not in a phase of the journey to put things out there. Well, today’s entry is still not something I am writing. It is something I came across on social media a few weeks back.

This – this is something I felt compelled to share.

As we are on the cusp of taking our oldest back to college to start her sophomore year and your youngest is a week into her senior year in high school, my wife and I feel like many other parents in similar situations, that time just needs to slow down a bit. The last few years it has felt like time is moving much faster than a decade ago. I know……still moving at the same pace and my guess is that I need to be better at slowing my time down. What I mean by that is being present and focusing on the now.

Each particular moment we are in, and this may sound corny, but each moment we are in, there is something really magical and amazing about it. Sure, that particular circumstance may not be ideal; hell it may outright suck, but there is something to take away from it that is truly magical.

We just have to dig a little deeper sometimes to see it.

By Sahil Bloom

Now and then, break out the fancy china and drink good wine for no reason at all.

Dance at weddings until your feet are sore.

Tell your partner (and your children) you love them every night before falling asleep. Someday you’ll find the other side of the bed empty and wish you could.

Don’t fear sadness, as it tends to sit right next to love.

Treat your body like a house you have to live in for another 70 years.

Never raise your voice, except for at a ball game.

Do one good deed every single day, but never tell anyone about it.

Time doesn’t heal anything when it comes to relationships. Don’t delay difficult conversations.

Find the things that make your eyes light up. Do more of those.

Always remind yourself that your track record for making it through your bad days is perfect.

Minor issues become major issues over time. Applies equally to love, friendships, health and home.

The most damning lie you can tell is the lie you tell yourself.

No one has ever argued their way to happiness.

If you’re going to lose a fight, make sure the other person thinks twice before fighting you again.

Getting old is no picnic, but it’s much better than the alternative.

You may occasionally disappoint others, but make sure to never disappoint yourself.

Never let a good friendship atrophy. Send the text, make the call, plan the trip. Good friendships must be treasured.

When you meet someone, look them in the eye, give a firm handshake, and call them by their name.

Give everybody a second chance, but never a third.

The “good old days” are always happening right now.

Whenever you hug someone, make sure they are the one to let go first.

If it’s raining on a warm summer evening, go outside and dance in it.

Taking no risk is the biggest risk you can take. Regret from inaction is always more painful than regret from action.

It doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.

When in doubt, love. We can always use more love.

Looking presentable is a matter of self-respect.

When you’re feeling down, smile at yourself for a full minute in the mirror.

Travel as much as you can. Collect one token from every trip to remember it by.

If there’s something bothering you, ask yourself whether it will matter in one month. If not, let it go right now.

Stop trying to change people that don’t want to be changed.

You may win the argument, but if you lose the friend, what was the point?

Stubborn pride is the downfall of many men and women. Learn to forget the slight hurts and avoid grudges.

Don one thing that challenges your mind every single day. A crossword puzzle, math problem, anything. Daily “exercise” will keep your mind sharp for the long haul.

Allow your kids to fail. You will hate it, but it’s so important.

There’s nothing wrong with shedding old relationships as you grow and change.

No amount of money is worth trading for your peace of mind.

If your kid wants to dance in line at the store, join them.

Smile and say good morning to strangers on the street.

Laugh loudly and unapologetically whenever you feel like it.

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RFP Podcast Episode #284 – Ultra Dad Session #92: “Unfinished Human Beings.”

The title of todays episode comes from the book Mindset: The New Psychology of Success by Carol Dweck. If you are not familiar with her, she has studied the differences between the growth & fixed mindset; essentially how we can change from one to the other. This particular part of the book had talked about sustaining and practicing change, growth and improving vs. there being a “silver bullet” or that “one big thing” that makes the difference.

Have some firsthand examples that were pretty funny too 😊! At least from my perspective.

Carol Dweck’s TED Talk: Carol Dweck: The power of believing that you can improve | TED Talk

The RFP Ultra Dad’s Podcast is sponsored by Time on the Trails – delivering you a customized experience out on the trails in Arizona and beyond.  Please visit us at www.tottaz.com and on social media via IG, FB, TW & LI.

Keep an eye on the Ultra Dad’s Instagram account @ #ultra_dads.

You can view the live recording of today’s episode on our YouTube Channel Here!

Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relentless-forward-progress-with-mike-ubaldini/id1305969863?i=1000621054583

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: RFP Podcast Episode #284 – Ultra Dad Session #92: “Unfinished Human Beings.”     

How’d we get here?

The Ultra Dad’s Podcast came from an idea Cindy Shane created.  Well, she planted the idea in our head after listening to the first time Bryan was on the RFP Podcast in May 2020.  There have many times over the years when we speak on the phone or in person the “we should be recording this” line comes out.  Well, here we are jumping in with both feet, like we tend to do, sharing with you our perspectives on life.  Let’s be candid – we are not perfect, and we fail often.  Our favorite term to use is “it’s not ideal” and there have been countless times we’ve uttered, “a plan is great until you are punched in the face;” – but we do laugh a lot, at ourselves and/or each other mostly 😊.  All that said, there are those brief moments where things tend to fall into place and we, somehow, make it to that finish line – as ultrarunners yes, but most importantly has husbands, fathers, friends, and human beings.  We wanted to share those imperfections and those incredible moments that we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together over the last 30+ years.  So, sit back, grab a cold one, and hopefully this will be another time where things fall into place. Bryan & Mike

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The Journal Journey Part 85

It has been a while since I’ve put out one of these. Yes, life has been busy – for everyone out there, and honestly, I haven’t made writing a priority. Hell, the podcast isn’t something I’ve been putting out consistently each week; been dripping those episodes in as well. Priorities shift, life does change, and we must pivot and lean towards those things that will provide us with the most growth, satisfaction, and gratitude. Those things that sustain us and fulfill us. “Those things,” fluctuate and change as our journey’s evolve. We shouldn’t apologize for that, and we must embrace that which is current and present. I fail at that often! When I feel like I am getting sidetracked, maybe “falling off,” my commitments, I could beat myself up. I am getting better at offering myself grace and forgiveness. Maybe that change, or pivot, is just what we need at this current time?

This time of year, this month to be honest, tends to slow down for us. With vacations, travel, and everyone being home, typical routines and commitments get upended. I tend to go into myself during July and reflect on the first part of the year, what’s to come, but I try to enjoy this phase that we are currently living in. The entire family is home and we’ve spent a great time throughout the early part of summer with so many family members, friends, and loved ones. We were able to create memories and experiences. That time is special…..TIME is special. Sometimes when my routine and commitments change, I feel guilty because, “am I not fulfilling my potential and am I taking it easy?” I am learning that soon enough, just right around the corner, the routine and commitments that are hit on so often throughout the year, will be top priority. No is the time to live in this moment, creating these memories, and these experiences.

Wasn’t planning on a lengthy opening. Guess I was catching up on lost TIME 😊!

Few from Jack Canfield:

“What wisdom will you learn in this lifetime that you can continually share?” – Endless in my belief. That is what this entire journey has been all about – the blog and podcast! Sharing all the nuggets of wisdom and lessons that we’ve been blessed with by so many of these leaders and brave souls that have come before us. They were courage enough to share their stories, I feel it is my duty to pass them along. I don’t know if anything I share isn’t from some great individual that I’ve been grateful enough to learn from. I know there are often times I share nuggets more than once. Part of that is because they are so good, the other is that I forgot that I’ve shared them before 😊! We all have talents, treasures, and nuggets to share – it is our responsibility to do so!

“Are you able to let go and live based on faith and by love?” – Sometimes yes and sometimes no. Touched on this a bit in the opening. My wife Robin is great at letting go and living by love and faith. That has been a piece of wisdom she has provided me with, or at least continues to. I am consistently challenged with letting go – I want to figure it out or solve the problem…..or be prepared. Rather than letting life happen. I tell myself each day, let go, let God, let life happen, it will pass! Like most things, the more I practice and the more I commit to it, the better I become. It is an ever-evolving journey. Embracing the challenge and being able to see how we can grow, and change, keeps life interesting, and challenging.

Darrin Bentley: “The moment you become comfortable with any part of your life you are basically saying, ‘I’m happy with not growing.’” – I believe this is true to a point. Hell, I though this was gospel about a decade ago. However, because of my “growth” over the years and the wisdom I’ve been able to digest from so many, I have some perspective. Take what I believe is my mission, be a better husband, father, and huma being. Well, I am comfortable with the husband, father, and human being I am today. I am proud of each of those people I’ve become along this journey. If I could go back 15-20 years and share who I am today with who I was back, then – I’d be 100% comfortable with that! Here comes the but – I am not comfortable with the husband, father, and human being I am going to NEED to be as my journey continues. Each day of our life, and each phase in our life, requires us to be something more than we are today. Each step we take is part of the process of learning who we must become in order to grow and tackle what lessons are coming. I am comfortable with who I am today, but I know that I must continue to learn and grow to be able to figure out what’s to come.

The journey is constantly changing and who we’ve become to this point, I believe, is great to have gotten us here, but is it enough to get us to that next best version of ourselves? If you believe that, I applaud you – congratulations. For me, there is still a long journey ahead and I’m interested in seeing who is it that I am supposed to become!

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RFP Podcast Episode #283 – Ultra Dad Session #91: The time we spend with others!

“The most precious gift you can give someone is the gift of your time and attention.” – Nicky Gumble (I think??)

It has been a while since our last visit here so pulling together some thoughts of our experiences and things on my mind over that time. There is no real format or order, just my story of amazing people throughout our journey.

The RFP Ultra Dad’s Podcast is sponsored by Time on the Trails – delivering you a customized experience out on the trails in Arizona and beyond.  Please visit us at www.tottaz.com and on social media via IG, FB, TW & LI.

Keep an eye on the Ultra Dad’s Instagram account @ #ultra_dads.

You can view the live recording of today’s episode on our YouTube Channel Here!

Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relentless-forward-progress-with-mike-ubaldini/id1305969863?i=1000618539963

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: RFP Podcast Episode #283 – Ultra Dad Session #91: The time we spend with others!     

How’d we get here?

The Ultra Dad’s Podcast came from an idea Cindy Shane created.  Well, she planted the idea in our head after listening to the first time Bryan was on the RFP Podcast in May 2020.  There have many times over the years when we speak on the phone or in person the “we should be recording this” line comes out.  Well, here we are jumping in with both feet, like we tend to do, sharing with you our perspectives on life.  Let’s be candid – we are not perfect, and we fail often.  Our favorite term to use is “it’s not ideal” and there have been countless times we’ve uttered, “a plan is great until you are punched in the face;” – but we do laugh a lot, at ourselves and/or each other mostly 😊.  All that said, there are those brief moments where things tend to fall into place and we, somehow, make it to that finish line – as ultrarunners yes, but most importantly has husbands, fathers, friends, and human beings.  We wanted to share those imperfections and those incredible moments that we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together over the last 30+ years.  So, sit back, grab a cold one, and hopefully this will be another time where things fall into place.

Bryan & Mike