Don’t Skip the Beauty
On running 51.7 miles of northern Minnesota trails.
“Don’t you dare minimize your accomplishment by telling anyone that you ONLY ran fifty miles today—this is one of the toughest trail race courses in the United States,” Superior Fall Trail Race Director John Storkamp announced to the 200 or so runners packed into the Finland, Minnesota Community Center at 5:00 am last Saturday.
Superior Fall 50 race start [photo by Danica Nolton]
As I shuffled to the starting line, shivering, puffs of breath refracting the light of my headlamp and clouding my vision, the advice of my friends and family echoed in my head: “Fuel early and often,” “Give yourself some grace,” “Pound white rice,” “You are a cowboy: kick down the saloon door of this race and prove that humanity is not dead!”
My mantras became: “This is a scenic hike with some running in between,” and “Don’t skip the beauty.”
I did not skip the beauty. The beauty of Minnesota’s North Shore propelled me past the exposed roots of birch trees and red pines, loose rocks, mud and standing water. I ducked for branches, climbed over downed trees, scrambled near-vertically over boulders, ascended climbs longer and steeper than any I encountered in my training.
The aid stations with their mythical names beckoned me through the forest: Temperance, Sugar Loaf, Sawbill. I smiled even bigger as I heard the crowds gathered in the aid stations, knowing I would soon encounter my all-star support crew: Leah, Tommy and Mike. Their day was just as long as mine: fifteen hours of navigating the route, waiting, cheering me, asking me what I needed, feeding me PB&Js and handfuls of Classic Lays, refilling my water bottles, telling me that I was “looking good” even though I most certainly was not.
Leah and Mike offering me PB&J at Crosby-Manitou (mile 11.2)
Egg biscuit after Leah cleaned me up at Sugar Loaf (mile 20.8)
I ran on endorphins, often in complete solitude, from pre-dawn until well past sundown, when the rain and gusting wind and biting cold energized me. I focused not on my race pace, but on the moment, on the beauty surrounding me, inspired by the other 50 and 100-mile runners I encountered on the trail.
At Sonju Lake (mile 7), the very first aid station, as I was waiting in line to use the port-a-potty, I saw a woman with close-cropped curly maroon hair and wildly-patterned leggings being guided to a medic. A wide ribbon of blood was streaming down her face from her left eyebrow to her chin. What a shame to fall hard that early in the race, I thought. Shortly after the second aid station, Crosby-Manitou (mile 11), I heard someone charging up fast behind me on a downhill. I stepped aside on the trail to allow the bloodied woman from Sonju Lake to pass. I yelled “Get it!” as she ran ahead. I never saw her again. Nearly a week out from the race, I came across her finish line photo and race results. Fiona McKenna from Kaministiquia, Ontario is a 62-year-old absolute baddie who finished the race two and a half hours before me! First of eight female runners over 60.
62-year-old BOSS, Fiona McKenna, who passed me at mile 12 and never looked back [photo by Christine Armbruster]
My last 50-miler was in Hell, Michigan: Dances with Dirt in September of 2019. I was six years younger and twenty pounds leaner. And faster. I finished Dances with Dirt in 10h22m—good enough for third place (out of a tiny field of fifteen finishers). Two months later, Tommy and I ran the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim-to-rim, a distance of some 48 miles with 20,000 feet of elevation change. I was training for a Spring 2020 50-miler when an overuse injury sidelined me for much longer than I could have foreseen.
Dances with Dirt 50-miler, Hell, Michigan. September 2019
I had long been pondering a return to trail running when Tommy prompted me to sign up for the Afton Trail 25k in July, 2023. Afton was my gateway drug. I followed up with the Hixon 25k in LaCrosse, Wisconsin that autumn. A spring trail 20-miler in 2024 prodded me further. And then in late 2024, Tommy and Alysha enticed me to sign up for the May 2025 Ice Age Trail 50k.
Only four weeks into my twenty-four-week training plan for Ice Age, I texted Tommy to tell him I was signing up for the Fall Superior 50-Mile lottery. I invited him to enter the lottery as well. After some reflection, he responded “I feel like I need to get in a strong 50k before I’m ready to dive into another 50 mile.” I began to regret my decision. Tommy is a much stronger runner than me, and if he is saying No…was I really ready to run a 50k and a 50-miler in the same year? Would the same overuse injuries that sidelined me in 2020 flare up and prevent me from even starting this race? Tommy quickly followed up with an offer: “If you do get selected in the lottery, I’ll be there to crew you, come race day.”
Tommy, Leah, and Leah’s dad Mike supported me every step of the way. Taking time away from work and other obligations, traveling four hours north of St Paul (Tommy flew in from Chicago for the occasion). I truly don’t think I would have finished without them there with me.
Tommy, Leah, and Mike after surprising me outside of Temperance (mile 34)
But I finally finished, in the drizzle, in the dark, with my crew cheering me, only an hour before the race cutoff. Fifteen and a half hours on the Superior Hiking Trail, 51.7 miles, over 17,000 feet of elevation change (like climbing up and down the Sears Tower 11.7 times).
Everything hurts today, most notably, my face from smiling.
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Hallelujah, happy June dear Reader.
How are you? Did May feel extra long to you too? Not complaining! One of my favorite (and certainly most unexpected) benefits of sending out this monthly newsletter is that I sometimes get replies from folks who I haven’t seen or spoken with in years. While it’s never expected, it thrills me to my marrow to see those responses come in.
Technically April…hiking among Big Sur redwoods! Taken with my Pentax 35mm film camera.
Well, when last we spoke, Leah and I were finishing up our April with a flight from San Francisco. The very next morning (May 1) I was motoring my way up to Duluth for work. My colleague Tom and I were sent there to record audio and video for the MPR show Big Books and Bold Ideas, where host Kerri Miller interviews an author in front of a live audience. This particular author, Peter Geye, had recently released a historical novel titled A Lesser Light, which takes place in and around Duluth. [See the end of this letter for all links]
Leah, Adam, Lacey, and me at Canterbury Downs
The following day was the start of Kentucky Derby weekend! Now, as you recall, I am not a gambler, so why is the Derby worth mentioning? My sister Lacey and brother-in-law Adam have hosted a Kentucky Derby party at their home in West Fargo for several years in a row. They do it up! I’m talking food trucks, a couple of kegs, an inflatable bounce house for the kids, and a giant outdoor tent with seating for the 100+ folks who inevitably show up, in their fanciest Derby apparel: big silk fascinators and floral dresses, bright colors and straw hats. This year, though, we had a little break in tradition when Lacey told me they were planning on driving to our vicinity for the Derby. Our local horse track, Canterbury Downs, was hosting a Derby watch-party, with prizes for best-dressed, an open bar, a smorgasbord, and live music (Pit Bull impersonator, say what?). Not only did Lacey and Adam drive down, but Adam’s sister and her husband drove in from Little Falls, and my sister Lara, her partner Chris, and my niece Hailey flew in from Virginia Beach! Leah, Churro, and I joined them all, staying at a VRBO in Shakopee. Spending a couple of nights with family is a great gift, and I had a blast at the Derby Party.
Lara with Chris at Minnehaha Falls on Derby weekend. Also taken with my Pentax film camera.
Later, my colleague Tom and I again set out to Pillsbury House and Theater—a community arts center only three blocks away from George Floyd Square—to record a panel discussion on how the community has changed over the past five years. It was a powerful discussion. [Video link below]
The next weekend I ran my 50k in southeast Wisconsin at the Ice Age Trail Races. Leah and I both took that Friday off to make the 4+ hour drive with Churro. Our good friends and old 3RUN2 running buds Tommy (“T-Storm”), Mark (“EZ”), and Mike (“Suggs”) were running too, so we met for a quick chat at the starting line.
“EZ” Eisenman, “T-Storm” Crawford, and “River Rocks” Sauvageau at the 50k starting line
The race was a bit warmer than I wanted. At the race start it was around 63 F and sunny. I would say ideal conditions for a race are 40s to low 50s with cloud cover, but hey, you can’t control the weather. The way the course is set up, I would get to see Leah and Churro (and Lily—EZ’s spouse) at least three times during the race: at mile 13, mile 22, and the end at mile 31. I was feeling pretty good through the first 17 miles or so, but as the temps rose throughout the day, I started to really slow down, get tired, and doubt whether I could finish. By the time I hit mile 20, as I was slowly (oh so slowly) climbing yet another in a series of hills, I was determined that I would tap out at mile 22. People drop out of races all the time, especially when the weather isn’t cooperating. It happens. In fact it happened 61 times in the 50k that day. When I saw Leah at mile 22, I told her that it wasn’t “my day”; that I was done. She looked at me and said “No you’re not, you only have nine miles left. It’s hot but everyone else is slowing down too. You’ve got this.” She had more certainty that I could finish than I did myself, and that was all I needed. I ended up finishing the race in just over six hours (a full hour longer than my last 50k finish, way back in 2019, but still good enough for 9th place among M40-49), but now with the clarity of hindsight, I am happy that I didn’t quit until it was quittin time. The training continues though! Leah and I are currently working towards our next goal: the Afton Trail Race (25k for her, 50k for me) on July 5th.
Two reasons to complete a race
Obligatory finish line pic by Kristine Hinrichs (8:22:51 was elapsed time from start of the 50-mile race, not the 50k)
Leah’s birthday is in the third week of May. We celebrated the night before with an excellent meal and cocktails at a restaurant called Colita in Minneapolis. The food was superb but a highlight for me was that we were seated eight feet away from Minnesota Twins starting pitcher Bailey Ober!
Stolen from the internet
I knew it was him the moment we walked in (hard to mistake a 6’9” redhead), but you’ll be happy to know that I was able to restrain myself from asking him to sign my jersey. We also celebrated by going bowling at Memory Lanes in Minneapolis. We had a couple of cheap drinks, and a plate of fried pickle spears and tots. I highly recommend bowling at 3pm on a rainy Wednesday.
HBD Leah!
We were invited to tour Lake Minnetonka on Memorial Day. Thanks to Leah’s aunt Terri and uncle Sean! We were joined by Leah’s dad and stepmom, as well as her stepsister.
I know I ended April on a sour note due to some writing shortcomings, I want you to know I’m not going anywhere, at least for the time being. I’ve been spending some time doing a post-mortem on my ambitious National Poetry Month posting schedule, and while my poetry posts did not do well in terms of readership, my essays and “notes” are faring better. I’ve got a big anniversary coming up in June that I know I’m going to write about. And I made a bonkers video to hopefully drive some more traffic to my Substack.
This month I’ll leave you with another short video, as I teased last month. In April, we had a very talented artist join us in the Current studios in downtown Saint Paul. My colleague and neighbor Evan shot and edited the video and I recorded/mixed the audio for this. I hope you enjoy, until next month…
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P.S. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations. I just want to dedicate this month’s newsletter to a dear friend who lost one of his dear friends in May. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, buddy. Sending love and only positive thoughts.