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filorunsultra · 1 year ago

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Leadville Trail 100 Run

Nel reportage che scriverò sul viaggio negli Stati Uniti di quest'anno non dirò nulla della mia gara, ma siccome volevo scrivere comunque qualcosa lo faccio qui, almeno per ricordarmi cosa è successo.

Ho passato il giorno prima della gara steso nel bagagliaio della GMC che avevamo noleggiato, ho dormito qualche ora e verso il tramonto abbiamo lasciato il paese e siamo andati a dormire a Turquoise Lake, sul percorso. La mattina la sveglia era dannatamente presto, alle 2:30am perché la gara partiva alle 4:00, il classico orario del cazzo delle gare americane. Abbiamo parcheggiato al liceo, in fondo alla 6th St. e siamo arrivati alla linea di partenza quando era ancora deserta. Un tipo aveva acceso un fuoco sul marciapiede appena fuori casa e se ne stava lì a bere il caffè con un plaid sulle gambe guardando i corridori infreddoliti cercare di scaldarsi. Ho bevuto un caffè nell'unico locale aperto, una gelateria messicana che quel giorno ha chiuso il bilancio di un anno. Nella caffetteria c'era anche Dean Karnazes, che dal vivo sembra anche più scemo che in foto. La partenza è figa, si respira tensione e si sente già puzza di morti ancora prima di partire, ma come col sudore non capisci mai se sei tu o è quello a fianco.

Da Leadville a Hope Pass

È la mia terza 100 miglia ma la cosa non mi dà nessuna fiducia: ho sentito tanto la quota nei giorni precedenti e non sono affatto sicuro di essermi acclimatato. Sono nervoso. Cerco Brent e Natalie ma non li vedo, ascolto l'inno. Poi vedo una nuvola di polvere da sparo, e solo dopo sento il colpo. La prima salita è a un quarto di miglio dalla partenza ma non la sento, ho già fatto 400 metri e mi restano solo 159,6 chilometri di gara. In fondo alla Sesta si volta a sinistra sul Boulevard, poi il gruppo si allunga e si costeggia il lago. Davvero una bomba, cazzo mi sento Anton Krupicka. Sarò in centocinquantesima posizione e va bene così. La aid station di May Queen è una bomba e non sono preparato al volume del tifo. Trovo un gruppetto col mio ritmo e arrivo in controllo ad Outward Bound, con la prima salita della gara alle spalle. Outward Bound è in mezzo alla prateria ed è pieno di gente, non trovo Elisa e perdo un po' di tempo ma sono al 38esimo chilometro in meno di quattro ore di gara quindi cerco di restare tranquillo. Uscito dalla aid station, che è lunghissima, cerco le cuffiette e metto un po' di fottuto country. Inizio ad avere le gambe stanche verso Halfpipe, circa al 45esimo chilometro a memoria. Mi fermo a fare pipì e riparto. C'è un gruppetto di gente che corre bene, due tipi un po’ swag corrono insieme e si danno i cambi: penso che prima o poi salterò ma intanto provo a stargli dietro. In salita camminano lentissimi, poi fanno degli scatti improvvisi, sul tecnico si piantano, ammesso che ce ne sia, sulle discese corribili si lanciano in picchiata: corrono tutti in modo insensato. Passo a Twin Lakes (62km) in meno di sette ore, dopo aver visto i due specchi d'acqua turchesi dominati dalle montagne del Sawatch Range. La aid station è indescrivibile, ricorda Les Contamines a UTMB ma piena di gazebo e di gente che griglia come il giorno del Super Bowl. Mi rifornisco, prendo i bastoncini e lascio le borracce a mano e parto col mio amico francese di cui ho dimenticato il nome verso Hope Pass. Lui è un fottuto francese ma in salita non va molto forte. Il sentiero è più duro di quanto mi aspettassi ma la valle è bellissima e sembrano le Alpi. Sopra alla Timberline ci sono dei Lama e un accampamento di tende su cui rifornirsi. Gli ultimi tornanti fino al passo, che ho visto mille volte nei video, sono massacranti ma arrivo in cima un'ora e mezza dopo aver lasciato Twin Lakes. Ho una fitta sotto alle costole e non riesco a correre in discesa: è un pezzo tecnico, a tutti gli effetti e fanculo a chi dice il contrario. Il versante di Winfield è molto ripido e sebbene siano solo 850 metri di dislivello te li fa maledire tutti. In fondo alla discesa c'è un tratto molto lungo e poco corribile in leggera salita fino al giro di boa e solo qua inizio a incontrare i primi che iniziano a tornare indietro.

At the top of Hope Pass, 3800m above sea level

Da Winfield ad Half Pipe: scavando nel profondo, quasi

Non vedo Rob Krar, che trovo alla aid station seduto su una roccia a guardare chi passa. Si è ritirato e mi dispiace, glielo dico e lui mi incoraggia. Alla aid station ci sono dei ragazzi e delle ragazze super gentili che portano ai corridori quello di cui hanno bisogno senza farli alzare da dove si trovano. Mi propongono diverse cose ma non ho voglia di niente, così mi alzo, vado in bagno, prendo l'ultima benedizione da Rob Krar e me ne vado. Mi giro per tornare a Leadville dopo 10 ore e mezza. Mi scende una lacrima, ma devo correre ancora 80 chilometri, sono appena a metà, non è finita. Riparto da Wienfield comunque meglio di come ci sono arrivato. Fa caldissimo e il sole dei tremila metri è caldo. Ritorno per la seconda volta alla quota più alta in cui sia mai stato in vita mia nemmeno tre ore dopo averla lasciata: Hope Pass, 3800 dannati metri sul livello del mare. La salita è massacrante, vado lentissimo ma supero tutti e nessuno mi supera. Sono un fottuto europeo dopo tutto, camminare in salita è l'unica cosa che so davvero fare. Su tira vento e sono stanco e c'è Leadville sul fondo, e sembra vicina ma la strada è ancora lunga. Alla fine di questa discesa mi mancheranno soltanto 60 chilometri di strade bianche corribili, e finalmente troverò Lapo, il mio dannato pacer.

In discesa ho i quadricipiti andati e le fitte continuano a torturarmi ma riesco a correre a un ritmo decente. Quando entro a Twin Lakes, in 13 ore e 4 minuti, sono passato in 40esima posizione, ho 12 ore per fare 60 chilometri per avere la fibbia grande, potrei anche camminare fino all'arrivo e probabilmente ce la farei comunque: la gara sta andando dannatamente meglio del previsto, la parte tosta è alle spalle, ma manca sempre una maratona e mezza, e la dannata notte. Elisa è all'inizio della aid station ad aspettarmi e Lapo è pronto a petto nudo, esattamente come l'ultima volta che ci siamo visti, in mezzo al deserto, un anno prima. "Tu non preoccuparti per come mi vesto io, preoccupati di cosa ti devo portare". Gli smollo tutto: zaino, borracce, frontali, bastoncini. Ripartiamo e sulla salita di Mt Elbert riprendiamo quattro persone: in salita vado più di chiunque altro ma restano solo 1000 metri di dislivello, non molti per fare la differenza, insomma, devo correre. Quando inizia la discesa mi ritrovo piantato, non riesco a correre continuativamente e lentamente diventa un'agonia. Lapo mi impone di alternare corsa a camminata e così in qualche modo arriviamo ad Half Pipe. C'è un signore con un cappellino da camionista che va su e giù per il percorso con una bici elettrica. Dice qualcosa, non ricordo cosa ma mi fa sorridere. Poi Lapo mi porta un bicchiere di caffè che mi rimette al mondo. Cristo mi ero dimenticato di quanto è buono. Capisco che il caffè è la chiave per arrivare in fondo, riparto confortato verso Outward Bound, so che è vicino.

Lapo and me at the Halfpipe aid station, km 115

Da Halfpipe a Leadville: inizia la gara

Siamo immersi nell'oscurità, intuisco la distanza dalla aidstation di Outward Bound, sperduta in mezzo alla prateria. Da qualche miglio corriamo sempre con le solite persone: la seconda donna, il numero 267 e il mio tipo francese. Tutti con relativi pacer, francese escluso. Non stiamo bene ma nessuno ci supera e non superiamo nessuno, ho l'impressione che siamo rimasti soltanto noi in gara. Arriviamo ad Outward Bound e io sembro essermi ripreso. "Ti do tempo fino alla cima di Sugarloaf Pass per convincerti che stai bene" mi ordina Lapo, "da là cambiamo marcia e ti tiro fino all'arrivo". Signorsì, io d'altronde sono lucido ma ho smesso di pensare lasciando a lui anche questo ingrato compito. Non ho mai avuto un pacer e lui non l'ha mai fatto, ma mi trovo bene e insieme formiamo una bella squadra: lui mi parla per tenermi cosciente, io non rispondo ma sono contento di ascoltarlo. Alla aidstation c'è la Eli, chiacchieriamo un po', mi cambio, bevo un altro caffè. Ripartiamo correndo e raggiungiamo in fretta Fish Hatchery e poi l'attacco della salita di Powerline: è dannatamente dritta, una fila di frontali fa intuire dove finisce. Mancano 34 chilometri all'arrivo e inizio ad averne i coglioni pieni, così faccio quello che so fare meglio, finalmente: abbasso la testa e mi metto a sbacchettare. Cristo se sbacchetto: passo uno, due, tre, cinque, dieci atleti. Stacco di qualche metro persino Lapo che resta a una ventina di metri da me. Non avendo nulla da ascoltare inizio a imbambolarmi e gli occhi iniziano a chiudermi, se rallentassi mi arenerei così continuo a spingere: mancano ancora tanti chilometri ma non c'è più nulla per cui salvare le gambe, insomma, è il momento di andare, e al diavolo tutto il resto.

Alla aid station di Sugarolaf c'è un rave party in miniatura: la aid station è avvolta da una nuvola di erba e ci sono musica e luci stroboscopiche. Un tale fa delle bolle di sapone giganti, sarà mezzanotte. Bevo l'ultimo caffè e ripartiamo per l'ultima discesa verso Mayqueen. In discesa ho ancora male ai quadricipiti ma Lapo mi costringe a correre. Quando il sentiero diventa più tecnico ritrovo la gioia di correre in discesa e supero qualche altro atleta incartato tra le radici: sono davvero degli incapaci. Entriamo alla aid station di May Queen e Lapo mi precede di un po'. Quando arrivo al ristoro non mi siedo, ho voglia di ripartire. C'è una lavagnetta bianca appoggiata per terra con sopra scritti dei nomi. Chiedo alla ragazza cosa siano e lei mi dice che sono i passaggi. Solo quelli? Faccio un rapido conto e sono in 26esima posizione: non sono mai stato così davanti in una 100 miglia. Vedo la lavagnetta e mi ricordo che sono in gara, che per una volta potrei anche provare a fare qualcosa di meglio che correre contro me stesso e cercare di superare attivamente qualcuno. Ringrazio e riparto, Lapo mi sta dietro, io imposto un ritmo attorno ai 5' al chilometro, dopo 120 chilometri di corsa per me è un ritmo incredibile. Non ho più male, sono caldo, se mi fermo muoio. Corro. Il sentiero di Turquoise Lake è al buio come la prima volta che ci sono passato, non c'è niente da guardare, tanto vale correre e correre ancora. Corro e a un certo punto mi accorgo che dietro di me Lapo è scomparso. Cazzo. Non ho acqua, la frontale si sta scaricando e mi mancano 15 chilometri. Nel frattempo supero due persone, chiedo una borraccia a una, una frontale all'altra. Continuo a correre. I chilometri passano, il tempo vola. 14, 13, 12. Passo il campground in cui ho dormito la notte precedente, imbocco il Boulevard, trovo il mio amico francese che cammina a bordo strada, gli dico di seguirmi ma mi dice di andare. Continuo a correre. Quando imbocco il Boulevard, a 5 chilometri dall'arrivo, c'è una fila di cartelli a bordo strada, a una distanza precisa uno dall'altro, che riportano i nomi dei vincitori della gara dal 1983 ad oggi: sei stanco sai ancora fare i conti e sai anche che prima di arrivare di quei dannati cartelli dovrai superarne 39. Così inizio a contarli, trovo davanti a me un ultimo corridore, lo supero accelerando: corro in salita, corro sul Boulevard, tre chilometri prima di finire Leadville Trail 100 Run. Sono sulla 6th, vedo l'arco d'arrivo, delle persone che applaudono. Gli ultimi metri sono in salita, fanno male, ma io sto bene: sono sempre stato bene. Spengo l'orologio. Marilee mi abbraccia, mi dà una medaglia, Ken appoggia il fucile, mi abbraccia anche lui. Mi siedo sotto all'arco di arrivo, insieme a loro, resto lì per un po'. Poi arriva Lapo, arriva Elisa. Bevo una cioccolata, prendo la dannata fibbia, poi andiamo a dormire, è stata una lunga giornata, ma, in fondo, non è poi stata così lunga.

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fortheloveofaussiegrit · 2 years ago

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Aspen and Leadville MTB 100 Trail - 2018

#you know i can never say no to mark in cycling gear #🧎‍♀️#.2018 #from marks fb

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beingbethunes · 18 days ago

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We need a day away...

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bbiking · 2 months ago

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дает ли приемущество руль баран на МТБ гонке?

да (+6мин), но проще все испортить перегрузившись на подъеме (-2мин)

Is a Drop Bar MTB Actually the Fastest Leadville 100 bike? 2024 Race Report and Power Analysis - YouTube

#велоспорт

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gotohoon · 3 months ago

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An Extraordinary 14 Months for North American 100 Mile Races – iRunFar

It has been quite an extraordinary 14 months in the world of 100-mile trail running in North America. Starting with the Western States 100 last year and finishing with the Leadville 100 Mile last weekend, we have seen three performances that have found their way into my list of the top three men’s and women’s performances of all time and, in so doing, have knocked off three legendary performances…

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monterplant · 3 months ago

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Photo Epic: 2024 Leadville 100

Nearly 2,000 riders started the race with the goal of finishing within the 12-hour time cutoff.( Photos: 17, Comments: 11 ) Continue reading Photo Epic: 2024 Leadville 100

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widesmiler · 4 months ago

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dupuytrens-org · 4 months ago

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cinalas · 4 months ago

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Silverheels 100

“I love the person I become after the struggle”

Silverheels 100 millas non stop es una carrera que da inicio en Como, Colorado. (Mi reloj marcó 175km… ☝️pero, ya entraremos en detalles).

Cuando descubrí este deporte, pensé que era una buena idea conocer el mundo corriendo. Buscar lugares que me hagan sentir que se detiene el corazón. Muchas carreras las he escogido por su belleza, y los valores que transmiten de la ultradistancia (las que se acercan más a la “vieja escuela”) . Curiosamente esas han sido, en muchas ocasiones las más duras.

“Human potential” es la organización detrás de Silverheels. Manejan otros eventos de diferentes distancias, pero esta me convenció porque tenía dentro de la misma carrera 60, 100k y 100 millas, así que sería posible que varios del equipo se animaran.

No sé si ya lo había compartido, pero Colorado es uno de mis lugares favoritos en el mundo, parece que no acabas de conocerlo nunca. Tiene una cultura bárbara del medio ambiente, un sin fin de carreras con escenarios que no olvidarás nunca, y unos pueblitos chiquitos en medio de la nada que sin duda, son todo mi estilo. Hasta ahora Leadville, Ouray y Silverheels han sido mi ventana a sus cimas, paisajes, cielos estrellados.

En fin, las fotos que encontré de la carera eran bellísimas. Unos días previos el organizador mandó muchos correos de actualizaciones, algunos de ellos sonaban un poco rudos (Es lo malo de darle tono a las cosas, porque eso me generó dudas de si sería segura o no, si estaría bien organizada o no). Pero al momento de estar allá y escucharlo, todas las dudas se borraron.

Como, Colorado está a 1 hora 45 min del aeropuerto de Denver. Se deja el carro en la línea final de meta, y te transportan en camiones a donde será la salida. La levantada está ruda. Pararte a la una, estar listos en los camiones 2.45 am y empezar la carrera a las 4am, pero… es parte de la aventura.

No es secreto que quería hacer un buen papel en la carrera. Puedo decir que nunca he ido con reserva a correr 100 millas, bueno en realidad a ninguna distancia. Me gusta entregarme, me gusta sentir el corazón en la garganta la mayor parte del tiempo, y entrar en ese juego con las demás corredoras que se animan a salir al frente (debo reconocer que me ha tocado buena compañía). Para mí el ultramaraton es una experiencia que tienes que vivir 360: el entorno, la gente, las emociones, el desarrollo físico y mental.

Dan el disparo de salida. Alex, Diego y yo vamos juntos. Un trail ondulado antes de llegar al primer abasto. Entramos en ritmo y nos colocamos adelante. Pasando el primer abasto permanecemos Alex y yo camino a la primera cima. Al amanecer, después de apagar la lámpara, los ojos empiezan a acoplarse, cada cosa que se va descubriendo es perfecta. Un río a mi costado derecho, el sonido de los pájaros anunciando la mañana, un camino que se va inclinando anunciando el primer ascenso a Gergia Pass. Fluir es jodidamente fácil. Entre los árboles se asoma algo blanco, me pregunto si es nieve, ya estamos casi en la cima, lo es. Giró hacia atrás y veo una vista impactante de las montañas, la primera de un día que seguramente no olvídare jamás.

En el segundo ascenso me adelanto y me alejo de Alex, me quedo sola en medio de un bosque inmenso, parece que no hubiera nadie más en el mundo. Se deja venir otro ascenso, me rodean las montañas con nieve en su cima como si fueran mis guardianes, cruzo una cascada, la montaña se empina un poco más, veo el cruce de nieve. Me emociono como niña, acelero el paso, muero por estar ahí. En la cima el viento se hace más fuerte, empuja mi cuerpo como impulsándome a la bajada. En silencio pido “solo déjame estar un segundo más aquí” respiro, observo, siento y empiezo el descenso. Mis pies se deslizan como si en otra vida hubiera corrido esa ruta toda mi infancia. Un derroche de emociones en cada segundo.

La ruta es muy variada en terrenos, que tenga un poco de todo me gusta. Un camino de terracería me lleva al abasto, pregunto si a partir de ahí el siguiente segmento es bajada, me dicen que si, por el mismo camino. Me dejo ir, mi reloj marcaba una ligera desviación en el mapa, pero muy normal, es decir, a veces hace eso como si fueras paralelo pero vas en ruta. De pronto la camioneta del director me alcanza, “vas mal” 🤨😳 perdiste la vuelta. El sol a todo lo que daba y yo pensando. Pero en qué momento no la vi, mi reloj marca 2.3 km al punto donde debo tomar la ruta … es decir, poco más de 4km perdidos, en un caloron brutal. Resignada y con cara de puchero vamos para arriba de nuevo, pensando cuántas posiciones había perdido ☹️. Veo a Alex… “hola!” Y Alex: “Nooooo Cin! Que haces aquí!” jajajaja “pues me perdí y no o sé cuántas mujeres me adelantaron”. Alex se me une, empieza a acelerar como ayudándome a que no me bajoneara y empujamos juntos. Hicimos un gran trabajo en ruta, a veces él marcaba el paso, otras yo, a veces él corregía si equivocábamos camino, a veces yo. En algún momento de este vals me adelanto un poco, esta atardeciendo y mis ojos sienten la pesadez y la pérdida de luz, les cuesta un poco enfocar. En el camino veo un animal a unos 100 metros míos, parece que es un coyote, sigo avanzando, mi mente dice… no Cin , es un Fucking puma, me congelo en medio del camino, el puma se gira a verme. En mi mente no pasaron los mejores momentos de mi vida, no vi una luz, ni pedí perdón por los pecados cometidos. Mi mente tenía un símbolo de muerte en la frente 💀. El puma brica a los árboles y sale del camino grito Aleeeeeex!!, camino para atrás. Le digo que acabo de ver un puma, no podemos pasar por ahí. Me dice pon los brazos arriba y haz ruido, inmediatamente levante los brazos, también él lo hizo, empezó a rugir muy fuerte 🤨. Me pregunté si debía tener más miedo de Alex, o del Puma jajajaja.

En fin. Seguimos adelante resolviendo, platicando, riendo, seguimos adelante sin pensar jamás en que tanto duele, como los soldados que tienen una misión, y que harán lo que sea por conseguirlo. Me gusta esa gente, esos que se enfocan, los que consiguen porque tienen carácter, los que no se detienen.

Cayó la noche, subiendo y bajando montañas. Para ese momento estaba en la posición dos. Vamos por el último gran ascenso, veo a la que va en primer lugar, bien aferrada. Cada vez que acerco se presiona y sube el paso. Alex se emociona y empieza a acelerar, quiere que yo le gane, “quieres que presione?”, me pregunta, sonrío y le digo que no es necesario, todavía nos faltan más de 40km, además ya está presionada con ver mi lamparita 😬. Conforme pasa el tiempo la alcance. En algún encuentro anterior platicamos con ella en el camino, y pregunto “Cuántas 100 millas llevan?”, sólo Alex respondió “son mis segundas”. Al momento de ponerme de nuevo a su lado me dice “no parece que llevarás dos carreras de 100 millas” le respondo que yo nunca dije que llevara dos. “Cuantas llevas entonces?”, respondo, “esta será la número 19 de más de 100 millas” acto dos se va para atrás y paso a primer lugar 😄. Recorde una frase de alguien que quiero mucho “perro viejo, ladra echado” .

Se viene el amanecer, el cuerpo vuelve a despertar, acelero más para alejarme de las mujeres que veo que vienen detrás mío en un ida y vuelta. Sé que mi cuerpo responderá. Sé que él sabe cómo reponerse. Me doy cuenta que ese jalón me costó toda mi comida y geles, solo tengo agua, aún falta para la estación, empiezo a ver borroso… no te desmayes Cin, aguanta. Con las uñas llego a la estación “estás pálida” me dicen los voluntarios. Me dan una coca y revivo, tomo mi drop, y como si fuera mula me meto por todos lados una cantidad de geles jajaja 😄 en la mochila, en el pantalón, como monedero en medio del top jajajaja bueno no llegue a tanto. Me alcanza Alex y seguimos adelante.

Transitar, resignarse al tiempo, respirar paciencia, avanzar sin cuestionarse, soltar dolores de un pasado reciente. La ultradistancia es tantas cosas. Es ser consciente de que eres un individuo que debe cuidarse, pero también eres parte de una comunidad que en ese espacio puede necesitarte. Camino hacia la meta con el calor de nuevo encima, los ascensos eran tan estúpidamente duros, pero arriba de cada uno, una vista impresionante como obsequio y en cada una en voz alta dije “Gracias”. Platicaba con la montaña como una loca, como una enamorada.

Entre a la meta de Silverheels en 1er lugar femenil, 4to general . Sabiendo antes de cruzarla que terminaba de nuevo una historia. La sensación es de cuando niña terminaba los cuentos que me compraba mamá… unas horas atrás estuve dentro de ese cuento, de ese microcosmos perfecto, y aunque siempre me juro en el camino que nunca mas, cuando crucé la meta un pensamiento brinco en mi cabeza “hasta pronto a mis elfos, a mis montañas, a esa parte tan salvaje de mi, a esa mujer que empieza cada carrera sintiendo miedo, y de la nada se pone el disfraz de Xena y ataca”

Mi equipo estaba ahí esperando, volví a la realidad. Los observo, los abrazo, y veo que todos están bien, que bendita alegría. Estos días he escuchados sus historias, de los de 100k y 100 millas. Cada uno tiene su forma de vivirlo, su forma de contarlo, enlazó las imágenes de los lugares y momentos. Veo sus ojos brillando, veo esa emoción descontrolada de los guerreros que cuentan su última hazaña. Que orgullo tan inmenso siento.

Que la vida nos permita seguir subiendo montañas, que la vida me permita verlos felices y poder ofrecer a su mundo algo tan intangible, pero sin duda, tan lleno de magia.

A mi hijo

Nos seguimos leyendo.

Material @gutsmexico :

Calcetas: Drymax speedgoat

Tenis: Hoka One One Speedgoat

Medias de compresión: 2XU

Playera especializada, chamarra Primaloft, guantes y impermeable: Black Diamond

Mochila: Weis

Lentes: Goodr

Nutrición: Hammer, Maurten

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asprinterandamarathon · 4 months ago

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BOTR -Day 20 - July 4, 2024

Wow! The Milky Way was so obvious at 2am. The stars were so numerous, I couldn’t make out any of the constellations.After a few chilly minutes outside, it was back to bed under the down comforter.

Milky Way via iPhone.

After breakfast we took another walk around the lake to check out the bird action. It was neat to see foot long rainbow trout swimming near the edge of the lake. Interestingly, they all avoided fishermen by 100 feet.

A local…

One last view of our campsite.

Morning by the lake.

Serious fisherdog.

Our route from Sylvan Lake took us through Leadville where we ate lunch and strolled the Main Street. At just over 10,000 feet in elevation, Leadville claims to be the highest incorporated city in the US. Regardless, it is a neat town with a variety of shops and restaurants. Leadville runs a couple of notable races including a 100 mile mountain bike race and a 100 mile running race. Both insane considering the elevation.

Downtown Leadville

Busy on the 4th.

From Leadville we drove on to our final destination, Buena Vista. We stayed on a property that included both cabins and rooms in a lodge. A large grassy area sat in the center of the buildings which formed a square around it. There were several area with fire pits and bbq grills as well as horseshoes, tether ball, and shuffle board. All just .7 miles from downtown.

View along the way.

Downtown was busy with people enjoying the 4th of July festivities. We had missed the parade but there was a market in the local park and most shops were open. We walked around a bit, went to check out the Arkansas River which is flowing pretty heavily, then grabbed a beer and dinner before walking back to our room.

Lodging for a couple days.

The evening cooled down quickly so decided to call it a night. Sleep didn’t come easily due to all the fireworks. Regardless, it was good to be settled down for the night.

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weather-usa · 7 months ago

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Climate of Colorado

Colorado’s diverse climatic regions are largely influenced by elevation and proximity to major mountain ranges, resulting in three main zones: the eastern plains, the Colorado Piedmont, and the Rocky Mountains and the Colorado Plateau in the west.

The eastern plains experience summer temperatures averaging in the mid-70s°F (about 24°C) during July and August. Daily temperature fluctuations can be significant, with variations of 40–50°F (22–28°C) possible, although the general range is around 25°F (14°C). Winters are dry, cold, and windy, with harsh conditions prevailing. The plains are prone to strong winds, and while snowfall is generally light, winter blizzards can pose significant challenges for both people and animals. Average nighttime low temperatures in January range from about 10 to 30°F (−12 to −1°C), with daytime highs averaging from the mid-30s to approximately 50°F (about −2 to 10°C). Annual precipitation in this region is erratic, typically ranging from about 15 to 20 inches (380 to 510 mm), with nearly three-fourths of it falling during summer. Hailstorms are frequent occurrences. See more: https://weatherusa.app/zip-code/weather-80135

These climatic conditions shape the landscape and ecology of Colorado’s eastern plains, influencing agriculture, wildlife, and human activities in the region.

The Colorado Piedmont experiences less annual precipitation compared to the plains, with less than three-fourths of it falling during summer, mostly in thunderstorms. July temperatures in Denver average in the low 70s°F (about 23°C), while January temperatures hover around 30°F (−1°C). Short periods of hot and cold spells, with temperatures climbing to 90°F (32°C) or dropping below 10°F, are not uncommon. The chinook, a dry descending winter airstream from the high mountains, often raises temperatures by 30–40°F (17–22°C) in less than an hour, melting snow cover and producing violent winds that can exceed 100 miles (160 km) per hour.

In western Colorado, the rugged topography of the mountains and plateaus results in a complex pattern of local climates. Factors such as elevation, exposure to direct sunlight, and the orientation of mountain ranges and valleys to air circulation influence the climate of specific locations. See more: https://weatherusa.app/zip-code/weather-80150 Wide variations in climate can occur within short distances due to these factors. In July, temperatures average in the low 60s°F (about 16°C) at many mountain locations, while lower plateaus and valley bottoms can average some 20°F (11°C) higher. Winter temperatures become more extreme with elevation, with Leadville, situated at approximately 10,000 feet (3,000 meters), experiencing average January temperatures in the high teens°F (about −8°C), but temperatures can drop to around −50°F (−46°C) at higher elevations.

Arid conditions predominate over much of the Colorado Plateau, while elevations above 5,500 feet (1,700 meters) receive sufficient precipitation to support dense forests. Precipitation generally increases rapidly with elevation, ranging from about 20 to 50 inches (500 to 1,270 mm). Snowfall can occur during any month in the mountains, with annual accumulations often exceeding 300 inches (7,600 mm) at certain stations. These diverse climatic conditions contribute to the rich and varied landscapes of western Colorado, shaping its ecology and influencing human activities in the region.

In January, Colorado experiences the coldest temperatures of the year, marking the peak of winter with frigid conditions and significant snowfall. In the Eastern Plains, temperatures typically range from -10°F (-23.3°C) to 25°F (-3.9°C), with even lower temperatures common in mountainous areas.

As February arrives, winter persists in Colorado, but temperatures may begin to show a slight moderation compared to January. In the Eastern Plains, temperatures can vary from 0°F (-17.8°C) to 30°F (-1.1°C), while mountainous regions remain substantially cold. Although not as severe as in January, intensely cold days are still possible, particularly in locations like Maybell known for their record low temperatures.

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March marks the transition to spring in Colorado, although winter weather often lingers, especially in mountainous areas. In the Eastern Plains, temperatures typically range from 20°F (-6.7°C) to 40°F (4.4°C), with milder days becoming more frequent as spring approaches.

These variations in weather patterns throughout the winter months reflect the diverse climatic conditions across different regions of Colorado, influenced by factors such as elevation and geographic location.

In April, Colorado continues its transition towards milder weather as the true essence of spring becomes more apparent. The Eastern Plains experience temperatures ranging from 30°F (-1.1°C) to 50°F (10°C), noticeably warmer than the previous months.

As May arrives, Colorado embraces a definitive spring feel, with a significant warming trend and a shift from snow to rain in the lower regions. In the Eastern Plains, temperatures typically range from 40°F (4.4°C) to 60°F (15.6°C), creating a comfortable and pleasant climate. Cities like Boulder, nestled in the Front Range urban corridor, witness the emergence of green landscapes, blooming flowers, and more consistent spring weather.

See more: https://weatherusa.app/zip-code/weather-80476 June marks the beginning of the summer season in Colorado, bringing a significant rise in temperatures and a more stable weather pattern. In the Eastern Plains and Front Range urban areas, temperatures generally range from 50°F (10°C) to 75°F (23.9°C), with warm days and cool nights. Cities such as Denver often experience clear, sunny skies, occasionally punctuated by afternoon thunderstorms.

These changes in weather patterns throughout April, May, and June reflect the gradual transition from winter to spring and eventually to summer in Colorado, offering residents and visitors alike a diverse and enjoyable range of outdoor activities and experiences.

In July, Colorado experiences its warmest temperatures of the year, with soaring heat across various regions of the state. In the Eastern Plains, temperatures typically range from 60°F (15.6°C) to 90°F (32.2°C), with occasional days exceeding this range, particularly in lower elevation areas. Cities like Fort Collins and Pueblo often endure hot days, and Bennett has historically recorded its highest temperatures during this month, with a record of 118°F (47.8°C) on July 11, 1888.

August continues the summer heat in Colorado but begins to show signs of gradual cooling as the state transitions towards autumn. In the Eastern Plains and cities like Denver, temperatures generally range from 58°F (14.4°C) to 88°F (31.1°C), remaining warm but typically slightly cooler than the peak temperatures of July. Despite the slight decrease in temperature, August still provides favorable weather for outdoor activities, and recreational areas remain popular destinations for visitors. See more: https://weatherusa.app/zip-code/weather-80438

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September marks the onset of autumn in Colorado, bringing noticeable changes in temperature and landscape appearance. In areas like the Eastern Plains, temperatures usually range from 50°F (10°C) to 75°F (23.9°C), representing a significant decrease from the peak warmth of summer. Front Range cities such as Colorado Springs begin to experience cooler nights and milder days as autumn approaches, signaling the transition to a new season.

In October, Colorado embraces a distinct autumnal atmosphere as temperatures continue to drop, and landscapes undergo a transformation with vibrant fall colors. In the Front Range urban corridor, temperatures typically range from 40°F (4.4°C) to 65°F (18.3°C), offering crisp and cool weather. The mountains become a spectacle, with aspen trees adorned in brilliant shades of gold and orange.

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As November arrives, Colorado transitions into the winter season, marked by substantially lower temperatures and widespread snowfall. In major cities like Denver, temperatures often fluctuate from 30°F (-1.1°C) to 55°F (12.8°C), with colder nights signaling the onset of winter. Snow begins to accumulate in the mountains, providing the initial base for skiing and other winter sports.

December solidifies the winter season in Colorado, with cold temperatures and regular snowfall. In Front Range cities such as Boulder, temperatures generally range from 20°F (-6.7°C) to 45°F (7.2°C), creating a chilly yet often clear environment. The mountains are fully enveloped in winter, with substantial snowfall creating optimal conditions for skiing, snowboarding, and other winter activities.

These changes in weather patterns throughout October, November, and December reflect the transition from autumn to winter in Colorado, offering residents and visitors alike the opportunity to experience the state’s diverse seasonal beauty and outdoor recreational opportunities.

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weshipyourride · 9 months ago

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Meet Bikeflights Ambassador An-Mei Ellisor

Bikeflights Ambassador An-Mei Ellisor thrives on persevering. If something goes wrong in a race, she embraces the test of her mental strength, knowing it will only make her stronger to finish no matter what.

It’s not hard to pinpoint the genesis of this mentality. In the summer between sixth and seventh grade, An-Mei was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a blood cancer originating in the lymphatic system. Though it was caught early, An-Mei still had to endure chemotherapy, weight loss and losing her hair.

Needless to say, she persevered. And with a little help from her mountain bike team.

An-Mei was an endurance athlete from an early age, primarily running and swimming. When the opportunity to explore triathlons came up, she reluctantly added cycling to her repertoire.

Coincidentally, as cycling was added to the mix, she had just become old enoughto join her Auburn, Alabama community’s NICA team in the fledgling Alabama league. With some encouragement from her mom, An-Mei joined the team.

The transition to cycling was a bit rocky at first. She found padded shorts uncomfortable and was reluctant to commit to another activity. But the timing of her team’s Sunday practices provided just enough motivation to continue.

“I stuck with it because I preferred going to practice over church,” An-Mei said with a smile.

As the racing began, she received some added motivation: She was good, thanks to her endurance background.

The summer after her first NICA season is when An-Mei was given the devastating diagnosis. Her treatments began just prior to entering seventh grade, a time when the weight of social standing and physical appearance is starting to be felt by many kids. With the help of a wig, she chose to keep her cancer a secret from virtually everyone at school. But her mountain bike team knew.

“I still wanted to participate in the NICA season, and my parents thought it would be good for me to not be shut in a little room, so my team knew what was going on. They were very supportive in terms of treating me normal. I was still learning to ride trails. They didn’t make it about cancer, they made it about bikes.”

Despite having only finished chemotherapy in October of that year, An-Mei was competing in NICA races by the spring, often finding herself on the podium.

By the time she entered high school, her consistent success in racing helped her complete the transition from reluctant participator to passionate cyclist. In addition to NICA, An-Mei began racing for a regional development team. As high school ended, she was a NICA state champion with US National Championship experience and was headed to the renowned collegiate cycling program at Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colorado.

Entering Fort Lewis in 2022 An-Mei earned the distinction of racing varsity as a freshman and joining her college teammates at US Collegiate Mountain Bike National Championships.

An-Mei began to realize with all the racing exactly where her strengths and pure enjoyment lie: Endurance.

“I hated doing intervals. So I thought I’ll just go ride my bike for lots of hours and then go race lots of hours,” she said, before elaborating, “I ride my bike purely because I love riding my bike, and if I don't love it, then I'm not gonna gain anything from it because my mind's not gonna be in that mentality to want to train.”

With that mentality, she set her sights on the 2023 Leadville Trail 100 MTB and SBT GRVL, two iconic events in endurance racing.

It seems to have paid off, as An-Mei took third in her age group in both events, and just over a month later she won the US Marathon National Championship in her age group.

For 2024, however, she’s shifting gears a bit and taking a step back from racing.

An-Mei says her cancer experience and the possibility of a recurrence has taught her to take advantage of every moment.

“Things like that happen, and you can’t fear them, because you can’t stop them, but you can use them to motivate you to try new things and get out of your comfort zone.”

In lieu of racing in 2024, she plans to take the summer to solo bikepack from Portugal to Poland.

This winter An-Mei is taking some time off the bike to simply enjoy living in Colorado, exploring snow sports and volunteering with the adaptive sports program at Purgatory Resort in Durango.

Her ultimate goal – after graduating college with a degree in marketing and certificates in resort management, avalanche science and digital marketing – is to develop an outdoor sports facility that lowers barriers, both financially and physical ability, for people to participate in the outdoor sports she has grown to love.

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