- Beaver Lake Loppet
- Rocks!! member Skiing in the Backcountry
- Calgary Marathon Turns 50. Give it a Go
- Snowshoe to Stomp Out Breast Cancer
- Real Life Super Hero (Jamie's Progress)
- Upcoming Local Events - Hypothermic
- Running Room Update -
- 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
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
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
Calgary Marathon Turns 50.Give it a Go
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
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.
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:
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Since inception is 2008, the Tubbs Romp to Stomp Snowshoe
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Life Super Hero (Jamie's Progress)
British Columbia - The
16th January 2014 - Rogers Pass, it's
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,
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
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
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,
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
Alpine hut and 3 Quebeces
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
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,
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".
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
Jan 23 Arriving in Kamloops
Jan 23 . @ShawTVKamloops shooting with
@MrJamieMcDonald as he completes a marathon and arrives
Jan 23 192nd marathon, shabang! Flew faster
than an Ethiopian, that fire ball of excitement has begun.
8 marathons to go!
Jan 25 Hilton Kamloops provides 2 night
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
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
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
Jan 23 Cooking on gas, must be the Flash
Jan 23 Troops are building heading to Kamloops
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
Jan 25 group help at Kamloops departure
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
Jan 26 Boston Pizza in Merrit
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,
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!".
Jan 27 Sight of my first #Vancouver sign, 275km. Followed
by, hysterical laughter for two minutes, on my own.
Jan 28 The beginning of the coquihalla climb, I have
a feeling that at the summit, it's not going to be as
Jan 28 Tried to light a fire in a cabin at Coquihalla
Lakes Lodge, but couldn't. Feel like less of a man. Nice
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
Starting my 193rd marathon. Ridiculous, I know. I didn't
know if this was possible, too. It is. Follow my tracker:
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
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!
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
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.
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
Follow Jamie though the
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.
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
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Sunday mornings at 8:30am.
Join us for FREE Practice
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