BADWATER 135
RACE REPORT
July 21-22, 2014
Bob Becker
Last Monday night, July 21, the big dipper above Cerro
Gordo Road, about 15 miles outside Lone Pine, CA, was so clear and big and
close that I could nearly grab it with both hands and take a drink. And so it was with my Badwater race: all the elements needed to complete 135 miles were
right there for the grabbing, and I went for it. Truly this experience could not have been any
better.
I have been part of this event for each of the past 8
years, racing it in 2008 and crewing for other runners each of the other six
years. There is a special culture here,
a vibe that is hard to explain but that draws most people back year after
year. The “Badwater 135” Ultramarathon
is as iconic as a race can be, and known as the “world’s toughest footrace”. With a limit each year of 100 runners able to
compete, 26 countries and about as many states were represented at the starting
line. It was such a privilege to be part of this select
group.
6:00am wave awaiting the start
When my application was accepted as the oldest runner this
year, race planning began and progressed with modest but realistic expectations. This is not a race where I would land on the
winners’ platform! The goal was to
finish, and maybe to pick-off a few runners along the way so as not to be dead
last. Next on my wish list was to finish
in under 42 hours, and finally to beat my time of 40:48 from 2008—admittedly a bit
of a stretch. My first call was to friend
and ultramarathon trainer, Lisa Smith-Batchen, who had gotten me ready for my
very first 100 mile race and again for Badwater
in 2008. We discussed those goals in the
context of my age and condition and time remaining before the race; I had total
confidence that Lisa would have me ready on race day. (For those who don’t know her, Lisa
Smith-Batchen is a 53 year old elite ultrarunner who has won Badwater twice. And this month, beginning on July 1st
and ending on July 15th, Lisa ran a most extraordinary route for an important charitable
cause. Lisa ran the traditional Badwater route to raise money to drill
potable wells in Africa and India. But,
after completing those 135 miles, she then summitted Mt. Whitney—the highest peak
in the contiguous 48 states—and then ran back to the Badwater basin where she
began, the lowest point in the Western Hemisphere at 282 feet below sea level. That “double” was not enough, so Lisa
repeated the entire route, completing the 135 mile course again, summitting
Whitney a second time and then returning to Badwater. She traversed 584 miles, completing the “Quad”
crossing in 15 days, only the second person, and first woman, to ever do so.) Yes, I was in pretty competent hands.
Coach Lisa Smith-Batchen and 2nd place Badwater finisher Grant Maughan
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Throughout the race, except at the beginning and first
night, I wore an ice bandana around my neck and a buff containing
ice, tied at one end, under my hat to help control body temperature. These were replaced with fresh ice every
couple of miles. During the second day
when the heat became a much greater factor, I was sprayed with water from a
hand-held sprayer almost constantly while moving down the course. After the first 45 miles, we were allowed a “pacer”
to run with (actually behind) us. Each
member of my 4-person support crew took turns as the pacer, keeping me focused
and alert and in good humor. Badwater is a race that would be
impossible to complete without a crew of people meeting you every couple of
miles to replenish fluids, offer food and ice and massage and encouragement, a
change of socks and whatever else might possibly be needed. As with other factors in my race, my crew of
Bill Wenner, Kevin Grabowski, Bonnie Busch and Beth Stone was beyond
fantastic. I couldn’t be more grateful
for their outstanding care and concern and excellent execution. If there were any issues in that van, I never
knew about them. Their job was to keep
me focused and moving forward according to plan, to provide whatever help might
be necessary along the way and to cross the finish line with me at the Mt.
Whitney Portal. And they got it done
beautifully.
The crew
As is traditional, there were three “waves” of runners
beginning this race--at 6:00am, 7:00am and 8:00am. We were allowed 48 hours to complete the
course. Badwater Basin, where the race
traditionally begins, is located within Death Valley National Park. A new park superintendent upon arriving in
the desert last year, decided not to approve any event applications in 2014 until after a safety study had been
completed. In spite of 25 uneventful
years for this race, not to exempt Badwater
from this action was ludicrous, but her decision stood. As a result, the course this year had to be
modified. “Death Valley” is part of the
greater Mojave Desert, so the revised route incorporated the 30 miles of desert
road from Darwin to Lone Pine NOT located within the national park—out and
back, actually, for a total of 60 paved desert road miles—plus the traditional climb
to the finish up Mt. Whitney to 8,500 feet and the road’s end at “Whitney Portal”. Instead of starting at the Badwater basin,
the route began in Lone Pine with a climb of 22.5 miles to Horseshoe Meadows at
9,900 feet, followed by an equally long descent. For a Florida flatlander, it was a most
interesting start!
The long and winding road down Horseshoe Meadow Road. Lone Pine in the background.
Passing back through Lone Pine at 45 miles, a 15-mile
stretch of desert road took us via a detour on Dolomite Loop Road to Keeler,
the small settlement at what once had been thriving Owens Lake. There, we made a left-hand turn onto a rocky
dirt road, leading up 7 ½ miles to the ghost town of Cerro Gordo at 8,152
feet. This off-road stretch was by far
the most difficult part of the race, with the grade reaching at least 18
degrees in some sections, and seeming to continue forever! When my pacer, Kevin, and I finally arrived
at the bright lights of what had been the “American Hotel” many years before,
we were too tired to check out the bullet holes in the old saloon walls inside. I sat for a couple of minutes on the porch,
then began the equally steep 7 ½ mile descent.
Had we been among the fastest elite runners who climbed Cerro Gordo Road
during daylight, we wondered if the experience would have seemed so daunting. On the other hand, they missed that crazy big
Big Dipper, so there is that consolation.
Just off steep and rocky Cerro Gordo Rd.
At the bottom of the mountain, I took a left at Keeler on
Route 136 and ran for 17 miles, reaching the turn-around point at the Darwin
turn-off. What a welcome sight, knowing
that we had completed 92 miles, and that the finish was just 43 miles down the
road—including that climb to 8,371 feet—all straight ahead.
Between Keeler and Lone Pine
View across Owens Valley from Cerro Gordo Rd. to switchbacks on Horseshoe Meadow Rd.
I ran Badwater this
year as something of a test. I have been
thinking about celebrating my 70th birthday in 2015 by running the “Badwater
Double”, and wanted to see how I’d do racing “only” 135. Yes, I got it done, but it does hurt—a lot! So, it will be awhile before I’ll think about
that decision, and lots can happen anyhow in a year. Come to think of it, sitting in a rocking
chair at the old age home with a slice of birthday cake in my lap doesn’t sound
so bad right now…
Cooling spray from Bill
Wenner heading up Mt. Whitney Portal Road
