Not Colorado. Not the Sierra. Not the Alps. OREGON.

Like many things I do, I decided to head to Joseph Oregon on a whim.  I had just finished working at Steens Mountain Running Camp and I had a few days before the US Mountain Running Champs in Bend, So I got in my car/house and drove over to Joseph Oregon. The drive from Steens to Joseph wound through flat cow country.  It is pretty country, but I wanted big mountains, and as I got closer to my destination I had doubts.  Finally the valley opened up and I got to see what all the talk was about.

This is some of the greatest running country I have ever explored.  100’s of miles of singletrack wind through glacier carved valleys and over huge granite peaks, with plenty of crystal clear lakes to swim in and enjoy along the way. I won’t waste your time with reading.  Look at the pictures, then pack your bag.


Nuns, Scorpions, and the Western States 100

Last year on the run from Squaw Valley to Auburn I discovered that literally any part of the Western States 100 Course can take 6 hours (or more).  My roommate and crew boss Hayden Teachout didn’t let me forget this fact in the weeks leading up to States.  I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “Dude, just remember at any point it could take you six hours to get to the next aid station, so just think about that…”

After last year’s epic blow up and swamp foot episode I decided to make some changes to the training and racing plan.  I worked out a way to keep my feet drier, dialed in my nutrition and got to the starting line fairly fresh.

Things got underway at 5:00 AM under the lights at Squaw Valley.  The first 10 miles or so were pretty relaxed, cool, and comfortable. By mile 20 I was starting to get warm and by the time I saw Ryan and Eric Ghelfi at mile 23 things were starting to heat up.  At Robinson Flat I felt hot. Luckily I had packed arm sleeves and after stuffing them with ice I felt significantly better.  The climbs up Devil’s Thumb and Michigan Bluff were very hard with an intermittent breeze blasting hot air up the canyons.  It was the only time in my life that I actually felt like I was in a sauna, outdoors.

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After picking up Nike Trail teammate Tim Tollefson in Foresthill, I felt pretty good most of the way down to the Rucky Chucky River crossing.  I had a few short rough patches during this descent but nothing major.  I took about 30 seconds to cool off in the river then started the big climb up to Green Gate.  At Green Gate (Mile 80) I picked up shoe genius and pacing extraordinaire Brett Hornig.  At this point things were starting to get a little fuzzy.  We were moving well but I felt a bonk coming on and unfortunately I couldn’t eat.  Any food made me feel like I was near death.  The last solid food I’d had was a bite of a waffle at Foresthill; before that an Oreo at Devil’s Thumb. Everything else had been just coke…

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Though we were moving really well I was not thinking too well.  Coming around a corner I saw a Catholic Nun standing on the trail, and I was really impressed that she was wearing her full habit when it had to be at least 90 degrees. As we got a few feet from her she transformed back into a tree…  I decided I’d better try to take a gel at the next aid station.

By the time we got to mile 85 I was starting to feel the pull of Auburn. I filled water and ice sleeves at the Auburn Lakes Trails aid station and headed out.  Within a few minutes I saw a large camera laying in the middle of the trail. As I had no need for a camera at this point in my journey I decided not to pick it up. I stepped around it just as it morphed into a pile of cow…well, yeah. Needless to say I’m quite happy I didn’t see the value in a “camera” at mile 86.

Brett calmly kept my head in the game and we kept moving to Brown’s Bar where I got to experience the hospitality of the great folks of my town, Ashland Oregon. The Rogue Valley Runners Crew was out in full force and it was really motivating to see familiar faces.  We iced down, drank a dixie cup of Mt.Dew and started rolling again.  We hammered into the Highway 49 crossing, and headed into the final stretch.  My legs felt great bad, but we were still running pretty well. My brain on the other hand ran poorly.  You can ask Brett, but I’m pretty sure I asked him about 300 times if there was any one close behind.  As the sky got darker so did my mind.  At mile 94 I believed I saw a scorpion about the size of a shoe. As Brett was in front, I was confused why he didn’t alert me to this abnormally large arthropod in the trail…  As we got closer it didn’t disappear… I suspiciously said, “Brrrreeeeeeettttttt?”  He responded, “Yeah, whats up?” I decided to not mention the massive scorpion I had just vaporized with blue lazer beams out of my eyes that we had just stepped over.

No Hands Bridge, steep climb, glow sticks, right turn, Robie Point, little climb, left turn, Placer High lights, track, running hand shake from my Dad. 100 meters to go. M8.

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On Saturday morning before the race I woke up to an email with the words, “We improve ourselves by victory over our self.  There must be contests, and you must win.” -Edward Gibbon.

The Western States 100 is an opportunity. An opportunity to put yourself in a world of hurt and to come out the other side better.

Gear List                                                                                                                              –Nike Zoom Terra Kiger 3 (these will be available July 6 at                         –Nike Lunar Tempo                                                                                                           -Nike Kiger Running Pack                                                                                                  –Simple Bottle X8 (These bottles are amazing.  If you want 35% off shoot me an email at davidlaney12 at and I will send you the promo code)                                   -UGO Bars- Perfect for before, during and after running.  Check them out at                                                                                                                       –Trail Butter, Coke, Sport Beans.

Big Thanks to Hayden Teachout, Brett Horning, The Ghelfi’s, The Nike Trail Crew, All the smiling volunteers, medical professionals, the Western States Board, Race Director Craig Thornley, my Mom and Dad, and all the sponsors and folks working behind the scenes. You have created an experience for us all to improve ourselves by destroying ourselves, and then hopefully being built back up again, better than ever.

June 25th 2016. See you in Squaw.

IAU World Trail Championships

As we drove the curvy mountain roads toward the starting line at 2:30 Saturday morning the van was pretty quiet. Especially quiet for a team that had been chatting constantly all week about everything from GU flavors to training plans. My mind was still a little fuzzy (as it usually is at that hour).  As we got into Annecy and got closer to the starting line, the years of dreams about competing for Team USA started becoming clearer…and scarier.  I started thinking, “I’ve never climbed 17,000 feet in a day before, I’ve never run with a pack on before, I’ve never eaten real food during a race before! This terrain is far more technical than anything I’ve ever run. How much blood did they take for yesterdays drug test? Will that effect me?! Did I eat too many baguettes yesterday? Did I eat enough baguettes yesterday? This could be a very rough day…”  But as we got to the start line, put on our head lamps and stripped off our USA warm-ups the worry melted away, and I remembered, This IS GOING to be a rough day. That’s what ultrarunning is; rough. Expecting anything less than getting your bell rung is a mistake.   The sport is a marriage of freedom and suffering that will make you extremely tired but also unbelievably free.

The starting gun went off at 3:30 A.M. We ran through a tunnel of fans holding fireworks and flares, down the boardwalk on Lake Annecy, and then began the first climb up Semnoz.  The trail was dark, wet, and fairly quiet.  Near the top of the climb the trail popped out in a campground complete with large expedition tents, campfires, and huge geo-domes lit up with purple and green laser lights. The place looked like it had been the scene of a pretty spectacular alpine party the night before, but maybe that’s just how people camp in France. From the campsite to the top of Semnoz the trail was lined with flaming torches, it made for a pretty spectacular sight.  From the top we descended down through the ski resort on a fairly rocky jeep road, and continued down to Saint Eustache. On the way we passed though many tiny towns where spectators were cheering and ringing bells. From there we went back up and down 5 more major climbs and descents from which I will spare you the details.   Here are some pics from the day.

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Alex Nichols and I heading up Roc Lancrenaz.


Along the course we got a few beautiful sections of road. We had just came down the mountain in the background.  Photo Credit @
Steep Rocky downhill, and miles of it.
Steep Rocky downhill, and miles of it. Photo Credit @ Endurance Trails


Power Hiking up the final climb of the day.
Power Hiking up the final climb of the day.  Lake in the background. Photo Credit @

On the ascent up Col de la Forclaz I started hearing the ringing of cowbells in the distance. I was pretty hungry and thirsty and was looking forward to an aid station, or at least a town to fill up a bottle.  The higher I climbed the louder the bells got, and the drier my mouth got. I was really looking forward to an aid station.  As I crested the hill, I looked down to a green valley full of cows eating, bells swinging in the wind…It was not from the encouragement I was looking for but in its own lonely way, it was far better.

Over the final climb up Mont Baron I ran out of water, got hot and started bonking pretty good, it was really motivating knowing my teammates were counting on me to power through the hard sections, and it was really inspiring knowing they were doing the same thing.  In the end the US men’s team took home the silver medal.   Here are a few post race photos.

The 2015 IAU World Trail Championship Podium.  France with the gold, USA with the Silver and Great Britain with the Bronze
The 2015 IAU World Trail Championship Podium. France with the gold, USA with the Silver and Great Britain with the Bronze. Photo cred @
Team USA
Team USA

Gear List

Here is a brief summary of what I used during the race.                                                     -Ultimate Direction AK 2.0 Pack                                                                                         – 3 Simple Bottles- Great hands free bottles that fit in pockets, waist band or pack(message me at davidlaney12 at for a 35% off promo                             code)                                                                                                 – 2 UGo Bars- Really good, fast and easy to digest, Check them out at      -Special Edition Nike Zoom Kiger 3’s.  You can buy them soon at              – A bunch of GU, Shot Blocks and Coca-Cola.

UGo Bar In one hand, Coca-Cola in the other. Time to fuel up
UGo Bar In one hand, Coca-Cola in the other, Simple Bottle in the waist band. Time to fuel up


Big Thanks

Thanks to Bryon Powell and Meghan Hicks of for their coverage of the event for friends, fans and family around the world.  These two do an awesome job and are all over the course taking pictures and tweeting standings/updates.

Thanks to Team Coach Richard Bolt for being an awesome support system, crew, and manager while in France, and thanks to Nancy Hobbs, USA UltraRunning and ATRA.

Finally a HUGE thanks to Trail Butter for creating a “TEAM USA” flavor and supporting us with the proceeds from sales of that flavor.  It is amazing to see a small Oregon company volunteer big support for the team.  Without support like this the elite component of trail running would not survive.  The small companies that give back to the sport in a big way are necessary for dreams to come true, and to you we are all very grateful. Check them out at trail butter


And for those of you that are still reading, here are a few more pics from the event.

Beautiful Lake Annecy and the mountains behind it hidden in the clouds
Beautiful Lake Annecy and the mountains behind it hidden in the clouds. Photo Cred @ Richard Bolt
Doping Control. Always a joy. But necessary, and very thankful for the work they do
Doping Control. Always a joy. But necessary, and very thankful for the work they do. Photo Cred at Richard Bolt
Just a few hundred meters to go.
Just a few hundred meters to go. Photo from Richard Bolt
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Post Race Food Time. Photo Cred@Richard Bolt
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Team USA Rolling around Downtown Annecy.
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The picture myself and every other tourist took.

As all things must eventually come to a close, here is my ten hour layover in the Paris airport, along with all the other travelers who decided to not get a hotel.
As all things must eventually come to a close, here is my ten hour layover in the Paris airport, along with all the other travelers who made the terrible decision not to get a hotel.

The Ups and Downs of Dream Team USA

My Sophomore year in High School I got a tibial stress reaction, not a full stress fracture but basically an injury from repetitive stress on the tibia. If I continued to train on the injury a stress fracture was likely. The doctor told me to take 6 weeks off from running. Those were a rough six weeks, but I biked, swam, did 100’s of sit-ups, pull-ups and push-ups daily. I did just about everything I could imagine to get ready for the fall cross country season. When the fall came I was fit, but far from fast.  Our first time trial of the season was a disaster. In an all out effort I came across the line clocking a 6 minute mile, slower than I was 5 years earlier as a 5th grader… saying I was discouraged would be an understatement.

Galen Rupp, The Central Catholic High School Alum and 2012 10,000 meter Olympic Silver Medalist, occasionally dropped clothes and shoes by practice. Usually it was USA gear, outgrown shoes, shorts, sweats, etc.  At the end of practice we would dig through the box of treasure and take a few things.  The next day at practice we would all proudly wear our new clothes.  The day of the discouraging time trial a box of clothes was delivered to the track, as it was a particularly good box of gear, CCHS Coach Dave Frank had us guess numbers for who got to choose an item first.  Whether Dave knew I could use some encouragement, or if I really guessed the right number I’ll never know, But I went home with a new USA track warm up jacket.  It was dark blue with red piping, USA stitched in big white letters on the back, and the winged USA emblem on the chest.  I don’t think I took it off for a month.  I was so excited to have a USA jacket (earned or not) that I went home and started researching the USA cross country team.  I came across an article about Dathan Ritzenhein, I read about his history of stress fractures and injuries, and his ability to come back, get healthy, train smart and run fast again.  I figured if someone can come back from three stress fractures and many other injuries, I can comeback from a few more trials.  This planted the idea in my head that someday I could make a world cross country team.

That decision was a realization for me, that distance running was going to be a roller coaster. There are major ups, and long, dark, drawn out downs.  The ups will excite you, but coming back from the downs is what inspires others.

12 years later I’ve passed the USA jacket on to someone else who found inspiration from it, And I’ve earned my own USA team gear.  I’m very thankful to have the opportunity to represent The United States of America.

For the last month I’ve been increasing my training load.  Doing a lot more running in the mountains on steep, technical trails and preparing for the IAU World Trail Championship. On May 30th I’ll put on the Red, White and Blue and race 86 kilometers through some very rugged country.  Not exactly cross country… but it will do.

Thanks to all those who have cheered me on over the mountains and through the valleys of long distance running.


Chuckanut Number 3. Two Years on the Trails

My first Ultramarathon was Chuckanut 2013, two years ago.  At the time I didn’t really know what the marathon plus world did to a person, the highs and lows of each race and season.  It’s hard to believe that I’ve only been doing this thing two years, it (like the last two miles of last weeks race) feels much much longer.

Going up Chinscraper at my first Chuckanut
2013. Going up Chinscraper at my first Chuckanut
The pack heading out the Interurban at the 2014 Chuckanut
The pack heading out the Interurban at the 2014 Chuckanut, my second Chuckanut running.
2015 Chuckanut, Here, at Sugar Bonk City, with about three miles to go, things started to fall apart.
2015 Chuckanut, here, at sugar bonk city, with about three miles to go things started to fall apart.

Trail running isn’t exactly easy. The sport destroys feet, wrecks digestive systems, frys mitochondria and occasionally sends the mind into a tailspin. But what’s pretty cool is at then end of the day there is always somebody to lift you up.  You may have had a rough few miles, or rough day on the trail, but the runners, the support system, and the family is what makes the sport amazing.  Thanks to everybody out there who knows way to much about GU, trail shoes and reads IrunFar daily, and an even bigger thanks to those people out there who don’t know much about trail running but care about it because its important to someone they care about it.

When it comes down to it, I’ve enjoyed the trails and been inspired and freed by the mountains. I’ve been strengthened by the difficulties,and toughened by the challenges. In two years I’ve learned much more than simply how to run fast in the mountains. I still have a lot left to learn.


The Shamrock Run

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Twelve years ago my pre-teen brain decided to get into some trouble.  The Shamrock run, an annual spring tradition in Portland, promised the winner his and her weight in Henry Weinhard’s Private Reserve. As a 14 year old I thought it would be just hysterical to win the race. What would they give me? They couldn’t possibly give me 82 pounds of beer.  I had dreams of winning, becoming the coolest kid in school and hosting all night parties that included elephants and fire dancers. These parties likely ended with me jumping off the roof into a pool to the cheers of my newly made friends. The fact I didn’t know anyone who had an elephant, or pool for that matter, didn’t cross my mind. I just assumed if I won the rest would take care of itself.

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The closing scenes from the 1968 Peter Sellers movie, “The Party” really give an idea of what I envisioned winning the Shamrock run would lead to.  You can watch the full movie free on YouTube here “The Party” or skip to about 1:15:00 in and watch a bit, you will quickly get the idea.

Curiosity and imagination got the better of me.  I trained hard all winter.  I got a new pair of Nike Air Skylons the week before the race and laid out my racing uniform the night before.  I was ready to make some mischief, cause the race director a headache and gain instant popularity with the 8th Grade class at Mt. Tabor Middle School. I was convinced I could win, but on race day things didn’t go exactly as I expected. I ran hard but a whole lot of older guys ran faster.  I watched in envy as the winners (most of them wearing backpacks and 4 layers of sweats) were weighed in front of the crowd of runners and then lugged cases of beer from the stage. I left the race empty handed but excited. I hadn’t won, but I would eventually.


Twelve years later, I’ve got 150 pounds of Henry Weinhard’s coming my way. As I’ve got a lot of big races on tap I’m happy to give the Shamrock Run spoils away, so email me if you’re thirsty!  Also… if anybody has a pool or a elephant, let me know.


Oh…This isn’t typical? Hmmm…..

After someone finds out I run 100 mile trail races the first thing they usually ask is, “What do you eat?!”  I usually vaguely say, “Oh just normal stuff”  or try to change the subject to something else (literally anything else) or sometimes I just say, “Cherries… they’re delicious”.

Anyhow, after saying, “Oh just normal stuff” a few days ago, I realized that my statement was a complete lie.  Part of my daily diet is an eclectic mix of creative debris. Kind of like a yard sale, nothing there is really good, that’s why someone is trying to sell it for .25 cents. When you decide you really didn’t need 3 pounds of cinnamon toast crunch, well, it’s too late to take it back. The other part is really solid, healthy food that keeps my body fueled for the trails.  Here is a little bit of both.

Exhibit A. Cinnamon Roll French Toast                                                                        This is probably not a new idea, but it is new to me.  On the drive back from a threshold run a few weeks ago, I was struggling with the decision between french toast and a cinnamon roll, thus was born the idea, Cinnamon Roll French Toast.

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Basically the process here is buy cinnamon rolls at any local bakery.  Slice them like bread.  Make french toast.

Exhibit B. Ravioli Lasagna

I wanted lasagna for dinner, but fresh ravioli was on sale for like .99 cents… So I bought a lot, then just made lasagna out of it. Faster, easier and cheaper. Win Win Win. photo 3 (3)photo 4 (4)

Pasta sauce, Ravioli, Spinach, Cheese, More sauce, more cheese, more spinach, more pasta. You get the picture. Bake that till it looks done.

Exhibit C. Ice Cream Cookie Sandwich with Toasted Marshmallow 

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I really think this needs no explanation, just remember roasted marshmallows make food better, just like 100 mile weeks make beds more comfortable.

Exhibit D. Ugo Bars

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Thanks to sponsor Ugo Bars for providing me with some food that is actually good for me and fits in running short pockets! These are amazing and handcrafted in The Heartland, check them out at

Exhibit E. Blackberry Pumpkin Smoothie.                                                                     -Frozen Blackberrys                                                                                                          -Banana                                                                                                                              -Vanilla Yogurt                                                                                                                     -Spinach                                                                                                                             -Almond Milk                                                                                                                       -Pumpkin Puree Or Pumpkin Ice Cream

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Exhibit F. Frozen Bowl

Every night in the summer before I go to bed I put a bowl of granola in the freezer.  Then when I wake up at 2 a.m sweating cause its 90 degrees in my top floor apartment I have something cold to eat.  Add peanut butter, milk, cinnamon, banana, etc.  Cereal is more than just a box of flakes and some milk. Get creative.

Exhibit Hall. 

Obviously to run fast you have to fuel well, but the above is a bit ridiculous.  We live someplace where water and food are taken for granted on a daily basis.  And while it’s great to have, it’s also our responsibility to help those who don’t. Join me in supporting Ryan and Sara Hall and Team WorldVision in their work to bring clean water to Ethiopia. Link Here Halls Steps Foundation.

Or for something closer to home (for some of you) Check out the Oregon Food Bank, They are always in need of volunteers and donations.  Volunteering is a great way to help folks out and make new friends.

Thanks All.