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   Hello Everyone,                                                                                                                                                         January 30, 2014

In this Issue:

 

  1. Beaver Lake Loppet
  2. Rocks!! member Skiing in the Backcountry
  3. Calgary Marathon Turns 50. Give it a Go
  4. Snowshoe to Stomp Out Breast Cancer
  5. Real Life Super Hero (Jamie's Progress)
  6. Upcoming Local Events - Hypothermic Half Marathon
  7. Running Room Update -
  8. Track North News -

 

Beaver Lake Loppet

Sunday January 26

 

From the website: Beaver Lake Classic Loppet CANCELLED

Due to the extreme cold, we have cancelled the Loppet this morning at the Beaver Lake trails. Race organizers will still be there with free hot chocolate, hot dogs and cookies. For those that don’t mind some chilly temps, you’ll love being out of the wind while you wind your way around our beautiful Beaver Lake trails!

A few skiiers disregarded the temperature warning and went skiing anyway.

Sara McIlraith writes: Thought I would share this pic of the ‘hard core Beaver Lake Loppeters’. Mary Waddell, president of Walden Cross Country Fitness Club is in the pic with us (Mary, Kate Richards, Sara and neil Phipps). Temps were -32 when this pic was taken. It warmed up to a balmy -25 by my third lap of the 5k trail.


 

Rocks!! member Brent Walker skiing in the B.C. Backcountry

More Photos Here

Amiskwi Lodge
Amiskwi Lodge is located north of Golden BC at the head of the Blaeberry Valley near the boundary of Yoho National Park. It is East of the Mumery Glacier and West of Bow Lake

 

 

 

Scotiabank Calgary Marathon Turns 50.Give it a Go

Martin Parnell

 

I love the Calgary Marathon. I first ran it in 2003 and the only reason I entered was because my brother Peter had challenged me to. At the age of forty-seven, running wasn't part of my life and I really wasn't that interested. However, when the gloves are thrown down by a younger sibling, you don't say no.

I had seven months to go from zero to 42.2 kms, so no time to lose. At the time I was living in Sudbury, Ontario. Not having a clue about training for any race, let alone a marathon, I joined the Sudbury Rocks Running Club. The club President, Vince Perdue could see I was in need of some guidance and became my running mentor. During the winter of 2002 and spring of 2003 I'd head out every Saturday with Vince and the gang. We'd trudge through the snow-packed streets of Sudbury and I'd be given tips on clothing, nutrition and hydration. Over the months Vince introduced me to hill repeats, tempos, intervals and the long slow run.

July 2003, I found myself at the start line of the Calgary Marathon alongside Peter and my other younger brother, Andrew, who had flown in from England. The gun went off and I flew through the first two kms. Then disaster struck, I stepped in a pot hole and went flat on my face. Not a good start. Getting to my feet, I picked myself up and finished in 3 hours 50 minutes. Brilliant.

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/martin-parnell/scotiabank-calgary-marathon_b_4633894.html


So far, I've completed six marathons in the city. I qualified for Boston at the 2009 race and, in 2013, attempted a Guinness World Record for the fastest marathon in full lacrosse gear. This year being the 50th anniversary, there's a special 50kms race and I'm going to give that a go.

It's important to me that I use my love of running to help others and in this case it's disadvantaged children. This year, Right To Play are one of the featured charities at the marathon. Their goal is to have 50 runners sign up and raise $50,000. All it takes is $50 to give a child a Right To Play program for one year. Their motto is "Look after yourself, look after one another" and we could all aspire to that.

So, why not make this year's Scotiabank Calgary Marathon event a first for you? Whether it's a 5km, 10km, half marathon or marathon (sorry, the 50km is sold out) pick a distance that's right for you, give it a go and help kids.

To sign up, please go to:

http://www.calgarymarathon.com/charity-challenge/right_to_play.html

 

 

 

LET’S STOMP OUT BREAST CANCER

JOIN US FOR THE 7TH ANNUAL SNOWSHOE EVENT OF THE WINTER


 

Full Size Poster Here

Sudbury – Are you ready to stomp out breast cancer? Join us for an energetic morning of snowshoeing and celebration. On February 9, 2014, Tubbs Snowshoes and the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation (CBCF) are hitting the trails for the seventh consecutive year in Ontario.

“You may be a weekend warrior or a first-timer; it doesn’t matter. That’s the beauty of this event, all are welcome” says David Blasak of Tubbs Snowshoes. “It’s an incredible feeling to organize something that brings friends and families close together for some good old-fashioned winter fun, during one of the coldest month of the year. Even better? To support a great cause too.”

Since inception is 2008, the Tubbs Romp to Stomp Snowshoe Series has supported CBCF by raising over $200,000 to help fund innovative research, health education and advocacy programs. The Tubbs Romp to Stomp Snowshoe Series includes a: 3 km snowshoe race, 3km / 5km snowshoes walk and Lil Romper Dash (for the little ones and their families) which benefits the CBCF. This fun-filled day is an opportunity for Rompers of all ages to make some memories, enjoy the fresh air, and enter to win some great prizes – all with one goal in mind, and that is to support the breast cancer community.

“I’d like to thank Tubbs Snowshoes and all of the Rompers for supporting CBCF and helping to carry out our vision of
creating a future without breast cancer,” says Leigh Jasmine, Community Development Director at CBCF. “This year, we are also honoured to have breast cancer survivor, Hannah McEdwards with us as one of our speakers. Her story and spirit will light up the day, so break out your best pink winter gear, this is an event not to be missed.”

Key highlights of the day:

-Free snowshoe demos provided by Tubbs Snowshoes
- ?Lil Romper Dash - perfect for families!
- ?Great prizes for top race finishers, top team fundraiser, and top individual fundraisers (including a chance to win a
7-day cruise for two if you raise over $1,000)
- ?Goodie bag provided to all registrants
- ?Lunch provided post event


Event details:
When: Sunday, February 9, 2014
Where: Rainbow Trail at Laurentian University, Sudbury Ontario
Register here: Tubbs Romp to Stomp Ontario
For more information visit: http://tubbsromptostomp.com/
Reserve now by emailing romptostomp@tubbssnowshoes.ca with your name, email and phone number and number of spots to reserve.

Follow the Romp to Stomp conversation online too:
Facebook.com/RompToStomp
Twitter.com/romptostompca
Instagram.com/romptostompca
Vimeo: http://vimeo.com/77701362

 

 

 

Real Life Super Hero (Jamie's Progress)

British Columbia - The Last Province


        Jamie McDonald writes:

 


16th January 2014 - Rogers Pass, it's not over.

After lighting the fire, in the alpine hut on my own (in an isolated part of the mountains) I heard some loud noises in the kitchen, with pots and pans clanging, it sounded like someone was making dinner. How could that be? I headed towards that direction in total darkness and shined my head torch where I heard the loud noises. I seen nothing and this spooked me right out, I was convinced that someone was there. So, I shouted out “helloooooo...is anyone there?” I was answered with utter silence, reminding me of all the creepy horror films I'd ever watched in my lifetime.

Trying to forget about what just happened, I went back to poking the fire and prepared some food, the top quality food that was given to me from the chefs at Heather Mountain Lodge. Wasting no time, I threw on some chicken wings, 15 ribs, loads of veg and a kilo of pork all into one pot and began cooking up a storm. Definitely the man way of cooking, throwing everything into one pot, for you know, less washing up.

To my surprise, being out in the mountains alone, a group of three Quebecers turned up after a long ski, now I had bunk mates. We sat around the hut, shared a few stories of our adventures as well as sharing my 10 kilo of meat. To add another social mix into the hut, Norwegians arrived too. After the big feed I seem to sit back, in front of the fire and listened to two languages chat away, which I found really therapeutic.

The Quebecers told me there was an extra guest in the hut, they didn't know who or what but that he definitely existed, they said "we think it's a killer racoon or something." Before heading to bed I replied "brilliant, thanks for letting me know, I'll be sleeping well tonight."

Climbing the stairs, I put two and two together, it must have been a critter from the noises earlier. Not that this really put my mind at rest. I stupidly, left four plastic bags of food (more high class meat) before snoozing away.

At 3am, I was suddenly awoke by loads of rustling and commotion - the sound of plastic bags being touched. My first thought was "that's my breakfast!!" I ran downstairs to salvage my meal(s) and as soon as I entered the room, the critter had gone. Next I immediately went over to where my bags of food were, to find that one bag (of high quality meat) was gone, too.

Still hearing the noises of the missing bag, now in another room. I chose not to go in there, I was too scared to what I could find. My next step, was to save my three other loads of food and take them back upstairs and lay them by my side while I went back to sleep.

Just as I started to nod off, I was alerted by a noise, mostly howling, screaming and loads of scratching, 3 metres away from my bedside. At this point, now the Quebecers were awake and panicking too, we grabbed our lights and shined it on the animal. It looked like a large, vicious, angry, giant squirrel with devil like eyes, lit up in the darkness.

The Quebecers were shouting "it's a Marten, it's a Marten!" I couldn't care less what it was, all that mattered to me was did it kill humans? I responded "that's great that you know it's a Marten, now do they attack? He looks pretty angry about me taking the rest of my food back." One of them answered "I don't think so." Brilliant answer I thought to myself, you "think."

With the constant growling and scratching, my guess was that he was pretty upset. He shouldn't of been, the little b*****d just had my prime meat. I was really looking forward to eating the meat for breakfast, if I wasn't so scared, I would of straggled it to death.

With his screaming and carrying on, I knew what he was trying to tell me “oi Jamie, I couldn't care that you're running across Canada, give up the rest of your food”. There goes my night sleep, I decided to go downstairs, light the fire and begin to blog about the day. After an hour went by in front of the cozy fire, I drifted back off to sleep at 5am. The blog didn't get done.

The next morning, after saying goodbye to the people in the hut, I trudged back towards the number one highway, more than one kilometre away, retracing the exact same steps where I had helped pack down the snow, the day before. With legs that were kind of rested, this go was much easier.

I hung around the approach waiting for Parks Canada, as they had insisted on piloting me again. The look from Parks Canada was like “I mean business, lets get going”. Although I felt like this, I tried to lighten the mood by saying in a chipper manner “good morning!!” I didn't get a good morning back, but still really happy I said it.

After the morning hello, we discussed about the day and about the decent that would be taking us 500 meters below. So, I opened up my stride and allowed Caesar to pull me downhill against gravity.

With the first few miles under my belt, I felt that Caesar was totally redeeming himself on this run, after the hell he had put me through going up Rogers Pass. Caesar is definitely a burden, no matter what, whether running up or downhill, but I do have to keep reminding myself that it's not his fault, it's safe to say, we were friends again at this very moment.

With Parks Canada driving in front of me, I felt a pressure that I had to really put effort and speed on this one. Knowing they didn't want to be there, put some healthy pressure on the run, to get it done quickly.

Working in my favour, the miles flew by until a nice little surprise came out of nowhere. Three snowboarders, Tyler, Brent and Rob from Trappers, showed up on the side of the highway with food, drink, in fact, they had anything I wanted. They even offered a brand new tent to offer, I thanked dearly but explained that Caesar is already obese and doesn't need anymore weight.

Running on, the warmth was increasing every half an hour as I continued to descend. It really is amazing how the temperature is rising the further West I go. Also, knowing that I've left temperatures behind in the Prairies like -40C, was doing wonders for my mental health, which is unstable, often.

Sometimes being a little unstable is what we need in our lives, that's when I came upon more snow sheds, that I had to run through. Here, Parks Canada alerted me to the fact that this was not there territory. They had made phone calls earlier that day, to make contact with the people that might be able to keep me safe, during this very dangerous stretch of highway. However, they didn't want anything to do with what I was doing and insisted that I don't run through the snow sheds. As Parks Canada was explaining this, he then said "but, I know what you're like now, stubborn. So, do you want to do the same as yesterday, put Caesar in the back of my truck and you can run the tunnels alone?" I was really appreciative to his offer and said “thank you for understanding”. Maybe Parks Canada were warming to Flash, after all?

Tackling the tunnels was extremely narrow and there was definitely no room for Caesar. On many occasions I had to squeeze my back up to the wall and allow big trucks to drive by. After leaving the snow shed, Parks Canada had finished their job, I was no longer in their territory.

On a separate note, now and then, a few times during this trip, people haven't quite "got it" to what I'm trying to achieve. That's OK, because I remember when I told my Mum I was going to run across Canada and she replied with "do you fancy a cup of tea?" Now given sometime, she "gets it", for sure. I felt that this might have been the case with Parks Canada, maybe.

Although, they had every right to be angry, running the Rockies in the wintertime, is undoubtedly crazy and one that I wouldn't recommend a single soul to try. Unless, the person doing so, had the opportunity to inspire other peoples lives. Then I would tell that person to run over it as many times as they'd like to, because I know, I'd do the same.

I've said it before in the last blog, but I'll say it again, thank you Parks Canada, for getting me through the most critical part of this journey.

With all the snow melting around, it seemed to be creating a flow of water running steeply down the hills at the same pace I was going. Every step was soaking wet and there was no way around this, my feet quickly became like ice blocks.

Adding to the river road, one corner with no hard shoulder (due to the 7ft snowbanks covering them) nearly ended my run across Canada. The snow banks made it impossible for oncoming vehicles to see that I was there. Two trucks driving side by side, ate up the entire road and headed straight for me - I could see them but they couldn't see me.

Panicking, I began to frantically wave my hands above the bank, hoping they could see my some Flash colour, but I knew they couldn't. Time for plan B, it took all my upper body strength to launch Caesar into the snow (which was like ice) as far as I could push him, followed by myself, diving head first, into the snow. The trucks barrelled past and missed me by inches, phewww.

To close for comfort, I ran as fast as I could to get the job done, after that experience, I just wanted the day to finish. Sprinting to my night stay I met Penny and Dave from Selkirk Tangiers helicopter hanger, who were kind enough to allow me to sleep in the hanger.

The night wasn't over though, the snowboard dudes returned to surprise me with a portable BBQ, thinking that they would most probably find me in a snow cave somewhere. With a warm place to stay and the grill all fired up - I was happy that another mountain had been tackled and hopefully another life changed.   

Alpine hut and 3 Quebeces

Rogers Pass

Trapper boarders

Rogers Pass

Rogers Pass


16th January - Head is as high as the clouds, can't stop thinking about the finish.

Waking up at the helicopter hanger, Selkirk Tangiers, I was massively surprised when I was asked "would you like a ride to the top of one of the Rocky mountains?" A fast, simple reply of "WOULD I" was my way of saying yes. I joined a group that was already going up there, to do some heli-skiing. Sitting in the back of the helicopter was magical, but hard to comprehend speed and height from looking out of a small window, I was only catching the tips of the mountains. Once we landed at the top, everyone jumped out and I scored front seat next to the pilot to fly back down to the hanger.

Woooosh, my blood sank to my legs as we lifted off up into the air much faster than before. With the glass panels underneath my feet, we continued to climb and the pilot hovered over the rock face, closely, rising up over one of the biggest summits. As we kept rising I could feel the climax coming up and over the summit. Once reaching the top, I could finally see the magnitude of the Rocky Mountains, it was like over looking what felt like the entire world - did I just run through them?? My stomach went round in circles and I squealed with excitement, just like the time when I got my first bike for Christmas at 5 years old, and nearly peed my pants.

Beginning my 186th marathon my head was truly in the clouds, maybe it was the experience I just had, or maybe the finish was starting to dawn on me. Miles went by faster than Flash and I kept picturing the finish in the Pacific Ocean, what was I going to do, put my hand in the water? Dive in the water? Who knows. I could feel the emotion coming on.

At mile 12, at the halfway point of the run, I sat down to take a break and suddenly realised that all I thought about was the finish and nothing else. And that I was running extremely fast, way more faster than usual.

An email came in on my IPhone, I decided to check it. It was from Jamie Richards, a friend who uses his experience and expertise to help me through. It read: "Mate, I was just driving up the M5 (and my how our lives are different). I started thinking about you finishing. What it would be like to see you and what an amazing future you have. I started welling up right there in my car. Then it occurred to me that you might be feeling the same. So I wanted to say something to you buddy. FOCUS. I know you are but it never hurts to get a reminder. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute."

The email couldn't have come at a better time, I had to listen to Jamie. I've ran from St Johns NL, "thinking in the now", which has gotten me this far, right now, my mindset was dangerous. I thought about what it could be like if I got a big injury at this stage, and how it could end everything. So I began to run, in a very relaxed state, focusing on my breathing whilst looking down at my feet from time to time - and most importantly, making sure that my pace was "just right".

With three miles to go to Revelstoke, the hills were rolling and I'd finally refocused to the point of feeling that nothing was going to stand in my way of this run.

After finishing up my last mile, I was happy another day had passed. For the evening, I spent sometime in The Last Drop Pub, to sink a couple of beers and demolish a rack of ribs, on the house. And then move into a night in the Powder Springs Hotel. What more could a man want? Actually, don't answer that question.

Need to keep the focus, 14 marathons to go.

Top of the World


Catch up on blogging...

18th January 2014 / 188th marathon - Race for the spiritual experience.

Knowing you have an experience waiting for you, at the end of the day is motivation in itself, I was completing the day to do a "Puck Drop" and receive a Native blessing from Chief, Ernie Philips.

6 miles had passed until I ran by a restaurant. Normally I wouldn't go in because I'm so stacked with food from people suppling me on the side of the road, I'm constantly trying to lighten my load by eating all the food I have. This time though, I wanted to treat myself to a hot meal and take a breather.

With the time schedule not being on my side, I hoofed down a plate full of meat and went to pay for it. The waitress refused and said "there's a gentleman sitting over there that's paid for it." I walked over to shake his hand and thank the man. He replied with seven simple words "thank you for what you are doing." Every time I hear these words, it always blows me away. It was his kindness that brought my lunch, and now he's thanking me, he doesn't have to do that. And the truth, is that these same seven words and lovely gestures have (and keep happening) thousands of times across Canada. The beauty of all of these acts, is that everyone of these experiences are never taken for granted.

Buzzing from inspiration, halfway through my run, I still felt no suffering to my body. As we say for a journey like this one, it's all about the mental game, rather than the physical game. I think I've finally reached a point where it no longer matters whether I'm in pain or not, because it's all over soon. Funny, now I have that kind of mindset, I'm no longer feeling the brutalness of running a marathon a day.

With 5 miles to go, a nice guy named Edward Dostaler stopped by to offer food. And to say "I was wondering if I could pick your brain from the journey you've had. I'm running across Canada really soon, in a few months and I'll be doing it three times." Ed completely blew me away, I said "right now I'm racing for the Puck Drop but I'd be more than happy to chat later". I kept opening up my stride, now in the back of my mind of how I was going to advise Ed on running across Canada, three times.

The last couple of miles, my legs burned badly but I just said to myself "this is nearly all over, just enjoy the burn, will you."

Arriving at Kootenay International Junior Hockey League, I had the privilege of meeting Chief Ernie Philips. Ernie has met the queen and has travelled the world doing blessings. When I shook his hand, his fingers were missing and his eyes were very spiritual, like a wizard. We walked onto the ice together, where he gave his blessing in front of the crowd, while burning sweet grass and singing in his own Native, language. All to keep me safe until the end of this journey, to have someone as well respected as Chief Ernie, was a beautiful honour.

After the game, Ed and I went on to dinner at Joe Schmucks and to talk about his run. At the start of my journey, I had no frigging clue what I was doing, and now I felt like I could tell him exactly what to do. However, I stopped in my tracks, I explained to Ed about getting the foundations right, like a facebook page and so on. But after that, he's on his own. I could give Ed a whole book on how to run Canada, but it's not my adventure, it's his. I wanted to tell him running it three times, is absolutely bonkers, which it is but if that's the journey he chooses, that's it. Doing an adventure, big or small, is sometimes better to start without a plan, or expectation, and once you're in the thick of journey, you'll know what you want out of it.

Anchors Riverfront Motel were treating me to a lovely room, happy to not be sleeping rough, as always.

Loads to think about or not at all. Can't believe I'm saying it, "12 marathons to go".


 

January 22

Jan 22 Lorries barreling past (within inches of me) - running in the dark, should no longer be an option

Jan 22 Up on the fan cam at the @blazerhockey game, about my run across Canada for @BCCHF. Really appreciate the support.

Jan 23 Arriving in Kamloops

Jan 23 . @ShawTVKamloops shooting with @MrJamieMcDonald as he completes a marathon and arrives in #Kamloops

Jan 23 192nd marathon, shabang! Flew faster than an Ethiopian, that fire ball of excitement has begun. 8 marathons to go!


January 25

Jan 25 Hilton Kamloops provides 2 night stay

Jan 25 Heroic performance from Kamloops running club, pushing Caesar up a huge, 6 mile, 6% grade incline hill. Job done heading down Hwy 5.


Jan 26 Hwy scenery at Nicola Lake

Jan 26 Lake Nikola My ligaments on the inside of my knee, seem to be giving out. Ah well, soaking up the spectacular views

Jan 26 1130pm, arrived at Intown Inn, exhausted, after running a marathon & a half. Going to bed with my clothes on

 

January 22

In the190th marathon. Few miles in, once again, can't stop thinking about completing this journey. This time though it's making me so nervous my knees are shaking. It's coming to light & hitting me hard, that I'm going to finish my run across Canada. Way too much to digest, my anxiety is taking over.

Marathon 191, done. Apprehensive day, now believing I can finish this off, is a very scary thought. 9 marathons to go, single digits.

Jan 22 Hwy near Chase heading to Pritchard


January 23

Left Pritchard. Stride is long, springy, kind of Ethiopian like. Should be arriving into the @cityofkamloops between 330pm - 4pm

Jan 23 Runners high, feel like hugging the world. Follow my tracker: jamiemcdonald.org on my 182nd marathon.

 

Jan 23 Cooking on gas, must be the Flash shoes.

Jan 23 Troops are building heading to Kamloops


January 24

Spending today in the @cityofkamloops, blogging. I'm 7 days behind & type slower than my grandad. Does anyone know a writer in town? Help.

Jan 24 from BBC Gloucester

Donations for @MrJamieMcDonald coming into the show.... Keep going hun. The people of #Glos are behind you! @BBCGlo


January 25

Jan 25 group help at Kamloops departure


January 26

Jan 26 On my192nd marathon, homeward bound.

-Continuing on, way over the distance of a marathon, to reach #Merritt tonight. With Samuel in my thoughts, I'll keep battling. 9 more miles of darkness & the sound of my breath, until #Merritt.

-55km, everything hurts. As my Mum would say "J', I know you're suffering, but it's nearly over, so, you may as well enjoy it." 4 miles to go

-192nd marathon, complete. Dedicated to Samuel: facebook.com/jamiemcdonald

Jan 26 Boston Pizza in Merrit

 

 

 

 


January 26

I've just received a message from a family, I met back many months ago, in Thunder Bay (which I remember like it was yesterday). If this won't help me finish off my final 8 marathons, nothing will. Thank you for the motivation & inspiration, today's run is dedicated to a very special kid, Samuel.

"Hey Jamie,

As you head into what might be the hardest and most dangerous part of your journey, I thought it might inspire you to be reminded what you are running for. You might recall Samuel, a little guy in an orange hat and sweatshirt that you met in Thunder Bay (at the Terry Fox monument and selling cupcakes at the market). No worries if you don't recall, you've met a jillion people. Anyway, Sammy's cancer has returned and he is out of treatment options. For now, we are enjoying every day and he is living a full, joyful life as best he can. It is devastating for us, obviously, but it is also motivating to make sure you know that what you are doing is going to help change the outcome for kids like him in the future! We really love reading your posts. As a normal mom, I have to say first "Be careful, Jamie.". But as a mom of a child facing the end of his beautiful life, I say "Keep going, Jamie!".


  January 27

Jan 27 Sight of my first #Vancouver sign, 275km. Followed by, hysterical laughter for two minutes, on my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


January 28

Jan 28 The beginning of the coquihalla climb, I have a feeling that at the summit, it's not going to be as colourful.

Jan 28 Tried to light a fire in a cabin at Coquihalla Lakes Lodge, but couldn't. Feel like less of a man. Nice place though


January 29

Beginning my 195th marathon. Reaching the Coquihalla summit in 10km, after that, it's all down hill from there

Jan 29 Snowy, slippery & dangerous. Could of picked a better day to cross the summit of the coq

Jan 29 Coq descent Terrain has levelled out, making it easier to run. Now seeking the beauty:

Call it a second wind (or that I have nowhere to stay) but I'm cracking on, to #Hope. Monster 60km day, homeward bound.

 

January 27

Starting my 193rd marathon. Ridiculous, I know. I didn't know if this was possible, too. It is. Follow my tracker: jamiemcdonald.org

Jan 27 Runner, 5ft Nathalie, pushing Caesar like she owns him. Seriously, look at the size of her... Dark, isolated road, still running with Nathalie, in search of a home. Not looking good though, probably sleeping rough tonight.

Jan 27 Bingo, they're not home (whoever they are) but their chilly, outhouse is open. With a bed. Hope they don't mind? ...193rd marathon, over. Relaxed, hysterical laughter, good company & an awkward sleeping spot. Not bad for a days work. 6 marathons to go!


January 28

194th marathon begins, on one of the most dangerous stretches & summits of hwy in the world, the coquihalla.(Nicknamed highway thru hell). Follow my tracker: jamiemcdonald.org getting over this last hurdle, only 6 more marathons to go, only 6 more...Only 8 miles, in the space of hrs. Climbing the evil, coquihalla mountain. Had to stop every 30secs to suck in oxygen & rant at obese Caesar

Jan 28 Incline has eased, but a powerful, bitter, headwind has begun. I'll keeping singing "I'm on the highway to hell..

194th marathon, thankfully over. Brutal climb up the coquihalla (edging close to the summit) which physically, broke me. 5 marathons to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 


January 29

 

Jan 29 Screams of "who's the daddy", tears & a mouthful of salt from a passing snowplough. Summit of the Coquihalla, 1244m

Jan 29 Definitely all downhill from here, killing my quads off. Storm seems to be turning into freezing rain, too.

 


Follow Jamie though the links below

 

https://www.facebook.com/jamiemcdonald.org                       http://www.jamiemcdonald.org/

https://mobile.twitter.com/MrJamieMcDonald                   http://jamie.t24solo.com/     

Some photos from Sudbury in early August to the west

We will continue to track Jamie weekly as he makes his way to the Pacific

As of  Wednesday January 29 Jamie is in near Hope B.C.

 

 

 

Upcoming Local Events

 

February 16, 2014

  

Information and Registration Here

Half Marathon Map

Where: Sudbury Running Room, Sudbury, ON
Date: February 16, 2014
Time: 9:00 am

 

 

 

Run Club Update

 

 

Store News


 

Hello Sudbury!

The Hypothermic Half Marathon is coming up fast (February 16th @ 9 a.m.), spots are going fast now so be sure to sign up now! Registration includes a very nice hat and glove set, one of the coolest finishers medals around and a brunch ticket for after the race at Buzzy Browns. Don't feel like running the event? we are always looking for volunteers to come out and cheer on the runners and walkers during the race. (Volunteers will also receive a brunch ticket) Contact the store if interested. Proceeds of the event go to the Alzheimer Society of Sudbury


Training Program News

We have FREE run club Wednesday nights at 6pm and Sunday mornings at 8:30am.

Join us for FREE Practice Club

 

 

Track North News - by Dick Moss

 

 

Dick Moss, Head Coach
Laurentian XC/Track Team
c/o Coach Moss <pedigest@cyberbeach.net>
Web: http://laurentianxctrack.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/laurentianxctrack/

 

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