Simple Completion for Self-Confidence

Christian sweltering early at the Keys 100

I suck at hundos.

It’s that simple.

It’s a distance that punishes inexperience, poor training, and lack of strategy; and worse, even if all those things are on-point, 100-miles is a very long way to run and a lot can happen over 20-30 hours of running. (or walking)

A lot.

No matter what any ultrarunner tells you about the 100-mile race distance, the best truism that I try to embrace is the following:

Whatever you do in the first 50 miles, manifests itself in the second 50 miles.

And while this has proven itself true more times than I can count, what happens if you are only trained to go the first 50 miles?

Yup, an all-out war of attrition.

Shaking the DNF Monkey Off My Back

I completed the first three 100-mile races I tried.

I DNF’d the next four.

…and really, of the 100-milers I have managed to finish, my race times were always indicative of someone who prepared poorly, participated recklessly, and suffered tremendously.

The week before the race I knew the 2011 Keys 100 would be no different, but I had to do it.

I was 100% dead-set on getting that buckle, and if you read Open Letter to Me, you know why.

Playing in the Street

The Keys 100 is an interesting race.

On paper, race conditions sound more like punishment than anything else.

For all that noise though, the Keys 100 stands out as one of my favorite events. Race Director, Bob Becker, is really one of the nicest dudes around. I mean, there are some nice dudes, but Bob is like, painfully, nice and its evident that he pours himself into his races.

I know, I know, we all love our RDs, so that’s all I’ll say about that.

It’s all about the Course

I’m a beach dude. Period. I run the Keys 100 because it gives me a chance to challenge myself in an environment in which I am most happy. We are all products of our environment, and having grown up in a dream life of surfing, skating, beach cruisers, betties, and barefeets, nothing feels more like home than standing in the sand, squinting into the sun, while staring out over beautiful blue-green water.

The infinite-ness of the water and the sky calms my hyper-active head.

I could stare at it for days.

Or, for 100 miles.

But, it’s not all sunshine and sting rays out on that course. There are periods of Island traffic congestion that rival running through a downtown city, and there are some very long, monotonous sections that block out any slight breeze, and pretty much position you perfectly for a total sun beat-down.

For me, it all comes down to the bridges and the deer.

Yea, “the bridges and the deer”.

For all the varying conditions I experience in the Keys 100, the bridges are like little rewards:

Oh, and the deer? Well, I’ll get to that inna minute.

Pre-race with a Hot Chick

Christian and Babette Kayaking in Key Largo
photo: Kayaking in the mangroves of Pennekamp, Key Largo, FL

My good ol’ pal, “Bon-Bon” has crewed me for three years in a row at the Keys, but this was the first time my wife Babette would help crew me in a 100-miler. She really had no idea what to expect, but was seemingly excited to be part of the event.

Babette and I spent a couple of days in Key Largo scoring supplies, acclimating to the heat, and spending some soothing quality time together swimming, kayaking, and lying around a little private beach in fancy cushy chairs that replaced our usual air-conditioned offices, loud lunches and mentally-draining meetings.

Bon Bon and Babette, my Keys 100 crew
photo: C$, LuvPi and Bon Bon …nicknames everywhere. It’s more fun.

I was doing my best to balance keeping my wife happily entertained, and resting as much as feasibly possible for my upcoming smack-down under the tropical sun. She’s really easy though – a couple of Miller Lites, some sunshine, and few laughs and she’s good.

Christian and Babette the night before the Keys 100
photo: I’m a pretty lucky dude to have a tolerant woman

Mile Markers 101 to 75 – The First 25 miles

One reason I suck at 100-milers is that the 100-mile distance is best suited for either those with incredible natural talent, smart tactical planning ability, or a stable ego that recognizes when none of that exists inside of them and thus approaches the race intelligently and patiently.

I  don’t have any of that, so I always suffer more than your average bear.

As a 211 lb athlete, fatigued, sore and generally choosing to run in a physical condition NOT suited for 100 miles, the strategy was to hang with two other runners, Bob C. and Alan G. both of whom were coming into the race under-trained, but eager to just put out enough to squeek through a finish ahead of the cut-offs.

I had no chance of racing.

They had no chance of racing.

Just some dudes trying to crawl through some stacked odds and hope for the best.

Well, take a guess – How long do you think I stuck to plan?

I was able to walk to the very first mile as recommended by Zombie Runner owner Don Lundell, but I got freaked out when I looked behind and saw we were in a pack of four people and all currently in last place.

I shouldn’t have cared, …but I did.

I started running.

By 3 miles in, I had lost them completely and was slowly making my way back up through the pack.

False Bravado

“Christian, slow down!!!”

During the first few stops with my crew, this was pretty much the sentiment of everything my wife would say to me, but I felt like I was running very slowly and I just dismissed it as, “awww, she doesn’t know…”

She knows.

I’m the idiot who doesn’t know.

Christian feeling good at 12-ish miles in
photo: feeling great! …now.

I mean, I know, but I’m too stupid and arrogant to listen to what I know, so I do the opposite expecting that this will be the one time that I don’t have to face reality and will instead miraculously sail through 100-miles like I’m somehow immune to the effects of the 100-mile distance on a runner.

An under-trained runner at that.

Ten miles in, when runners can use pacers, my wife wouldn’t even run with me, instead offering to run with me “once I slowed down.”

It didn’t take long.

Cool Celebrity Sighting

About 12-14 miles in, as we ran through a beautiful and exclusive area of Islamorada, I look up at an oncoming walker and it’s Jimmy Johnson, once a popular coach of the Dallas Cowboys and now TV studio analyst for Fox Sports and the NFL Pre-Game Show.

I was shocked for a second as it took a moment to register who it was, so I just sorta stared at him. He nodded, smiled and kept up his brisk pace in the opposite direction.

I’m glad others saw him, too, ‘cuz my crew just thought the heat was already getting to me.

1/4 of the Race, Done.

Christian running with Juli Aistars
photo: getting some Keys time with ultrarunning great, Juli Aistars (27:26)

As we made our way to the first checkpoint in the race, Julie Aistars, one of my all-time favorite ultrarunners rolls up on us inquiring about the 25-mile check-in. Julie was running the race uncrewed and had to be cognizant of the all her drop bag locations and uncrewed-only aid stations.

By this time, Babette was running with me as we did a sort of “run a little, walk a little” thing, and breezed into the 25-mile checkpoint feeling pretty good at right about 5 hours.

Of course, this was 20-hour pace which was obviously waaaaaay too fast for me to be getting there.

Mile Markers 75 to 50 – Completing the First 50 Miles

Babette continued to run with me and using utility poles as markers, we’d run 3 poles and walk 1 pole. It was pretty efficient and kept us going at an even pace, but I knew I was already starting to crumble. Thankfully, my buddy Bon Bon hopped out of the car and ran some miles with me, too, and he’s not even a runner. He ended up doing about six miles during the event, so mad props to my boy Bon Bon.

Christian and Bon Bon running together
photo: Bon Bon logs a few miles with me in some high traffic

This section, from Islamorada to Marathon, is just brutal to me. The skin-scorching sun is directly overhead, you are completely exposed, sometimes in high-traffic areas – and when you aren’t as exposed, like on that forever State Park bike path, the mangroves block any wind from actually getting to you, so you suffocate.

Self-inflicted Mistake #1

During this section, somewhere near 40 miles, I changed out of my Saucony A4 racing flats, and into my NB 790 trail shoe. My feet were still ok in the flats, but I was getting sick of stopping and picking out corral rock from the bottom of them every couple of miles.

But, like an idiot, I brought the oldest, most schwaged-out pair of 790s I own, and within a couple of miles felt a blister rub.

I took off the left shoe and sure enough, the fixed insole was worn all the way to rubber of the tread.

I cussed myself in front of my wife.

It was along this forever bike path that I met Bryan.

I think Bryan is in the Coast Guard, but I know for sure he’s military ‘cuz he said so. I noticed that during my last few miles of run/walk, he walked almost completely, and still always stayed pretty much the same distance behind me. Feeling a little defeated with all that, I decided to just walk with the dude, at his pace, and chit-chat a little.

Glad I did.

I enjoyed Bryan’s company and we managed a four mph pace for about six miles, right on into the 50 mile mark (11:26) where I changed back into my racing flats and made my way towards the one …the only …the seven-mile bridge.

Mile Markers 50-25 – On the Road to Completing 75 Miles

It's starting to get interesting now


Enter, my nemesis – the second 50 miles of any 100-mile race.

After making our way through sketchy “Southside Marathon Key”, we fueled up and started the trip over the seven-mile bridge. As you may have read in other reports, the seven-mile bridge is challenging because:

Self-inflicted Mistake #2

Like a complete idiot, I only took one water bottle with me for the bridge section.

Sure, if it was a 7-mile race, and I was fresh, I could probably hammer it all without a drop; but, I was 55 miles in during a 100-mile race, and now having been officially whittled to a walk, that 7-miles took two hours, in the heat, …one bottle.

I drained it with still 2 miles to go.


Oh yea, forgot my reflector vest, too…

“Babette, I am ready to get off this fu_ _ing bridge, now…”

That was all I could say during the last 3 miles of the bridge. I was thirsty, and the hot spots that developed from Mistake #1 were now growing into full-fledged blisters. To make things worse, I bet at least 25 people passed me on the bridge.

I know, I know… I wasn’t “racing”, but I hated it anyway.

Seven Mile Bridge, somewhere around 55 miles in the Keys 100
photo: Babette was having much more fun than me at this point. Mile 56-ish

As much as I suffered on that bridge though, I really had a moment of enjoyment with my wife. Being on that bridge together, for 2 hours of no one else, with her actually being part of this craziness was really special for me. I’d sneak little glances at her and think how cute she looked in her matching green and black running outfit, ball cap and water bottle.

For brief periods, the world stopped, and it was just me, Babette, the ocean, the dark and our footsteps.

I was loving her lots.

Navigating the Night

By the time we got off the bridge, it was pitch black. Running down US1 in the Keys, you forget that its pretty raw down there and street lights don’t really exist outside the populated clumps of civilization.

Now 60 miles in, I kicked outta my racing flats, into some funky Nike Lunar Flys, and headed out – solo – so Babette could rest in the crew vehicle for awhile.

I was now 100% whittled down to nothing more than a brisk walk.

Chafe was biting my legs, my balls, my ass-cheeks and I was moving down the road on some pretty solid and evident blisters on both my heels and my forefoot.

Night running (walking) during the Keys 100

This was going to be a long 40 miles.

Self-inflicted Mistake #3

During the night I went through my usual night low-points. I was pounding the 5-hour Energy drinks, but they weren’t working, so there for awhile between miles 60 and 70, I was stopping for crew assistance every mile.

I’d walk. Then collapse in the floor of the van. Pop a blister or drink an Ensure, …repeat.

There were times, when I was walking on patched blisters, that it took me an hour to go 2 miles; but somewhere between 70-75 miles, I started to do the math and realized that if I kept this up, I wouldn’t complete the 100 miles in the alloted time limit.

Huge mistake at being wimpy. I needed to keep moving.

I snapped outta the cry-baby, lay me down in the van, funk and convinced myself to soldier on, with limited stops, until this beating was done.

Key Deer

I love animals.

Just seeing animals feels like adventure to me.

In the Keys they have these little miniature deer, that look like big deer, just smaller sized. They are the coolest thing ever, and I wondered if I’d see any as they are federally-protected on some of these lower Keys.

Key Deer, Big Pine
photo: Cool little Key Deer, endangered species.

Sure enough, late into the night, just before approaching the 75 mile checkpoint, I rolled up on a little guy who was trying to cross the road in Big Pine Key. He looked just like Bambi, all wobbly-legged and innocent-looking, and I so wanted to help him but didn’t know how he’d react.

Then, her comes a big-ass truck. Like, semi-truck, and it was coming hard and fast.

Little deer dude was only halfway across and now mesmerized by the bright oncoming lights.

Screw it! – I jumped out into the road, ran up behind the deer, which spooked him a little but broke his trance, and tried to get him to move along across the road.

Now, we both were most likely gonna need the truck to chill, so I held up my hands and waved furiously for the truck to stop, hoping he’d see me and get it.

He did.

Breaks screeching, horn blaring, he rolled almost to a complete stop.

And the damn deer just mosy’d along across the street, THEN sprinted into the mangroves, gone completely from site.

Truck driver just stared at me.

I just kept walking.

Mile Markers 25 to 0 – Gettin’ it Done

Like a man on a mission, I knew I was moving painfully slow, and that any and all stops had to be 100% necessary, so I didn’t stop much. My crew would drive ahead of me and have bottles refilled and hand-fulls of snacks for me to eat as I kept moving.

At different points, when Babette was pacing (walking) with me, I’d say “I don’t know how I am going to cover 20 more miles like this…”

or, “I don’t know how I can go six more hours like this…”

And like a trooper she’d say, “Just like you did the previous 75 – one mile at a time.”

That really stuck with me for this last 25 miles. I would see the mile marker, and yea, it might be mile marker 18, meaning 18 more miles to go, but I’d just say to myself, “just get to mile marker 17″ then 16, then 15, then 14, and it was working.

I don’t know if it happens to everyone, but when I’m so beat-down, later parts of 100-mile races can be such mental torture for me. I know I can end the pain and simply just quit, but with experience comes knowing that deep down that’s just the beginning of a new kind of pain – and that new kind of pain doesn’t have cut-offs.

Get it done, Christian.

Sun Up

Finishing the Keys 100
photo: A bit dehydrated, swollen as Hell and ready to finish. Babs with a peace sign.

Most ultrarunners will tell you that when the sun comes up, they get a lift.

Not me. It just reminds me how tired I am and how long I’ve been out there – and worse, in the Keys race, it’s a reminder that it’s now day 2 and you are about to take a second sunny side up beat-down from the glowing ball above.

Even though I only had 15 miles to go by the time it got light, it still meant I was in for about 5 more hours at my horrible 3.5 mph pace.

That just sucked.

I’d been through a solid day – sun up to sun down – of incredible heat, humidity and overhead sun; a night of physical, mental and emotional breakdown; and now, in this fatigued state I had to accept that I was going to continue suffering for 5 more hours.

But, I promised I was going to get that buckle. I promised myself, my wife, Bon Bon, and the world via … and deep down I wanted to prove that any athlete, regardless of training or physical circumstance, can complete 100 miles if they just stick to it and go slow enough.

Key West

It seemed like FOREVER, but I eventually crawled over the little bridge that officially puts runners on Roosevelt Blvd, along the ocean, and only 3 miles from the finish.

Lane Vogel (19:48, 4th overall) and Jenn Vogel (Female course record holder) met me just as I came over that little bridge. I was practically a walking zombie, completely delirious and wobbly, and it took a minute for me to understand who they were as they approached me, and even what they were saying to me.

I was a mess.

But, seeing them helped me a bunch. I mean, I had to man up in front of my boy, right? and Jenn’s a badass, too, so I had to try to compose myself as best I could – and I did.

Babette jumped out of the crew vehicle, now drinking beer out of her water bottle, and joined us for a little group stroll towards Smather’s Beach.

That’s my LuvPi. Rockin’ her Miller Lite.

I felt special.

After the Vogels wished me well, the Brocks (Key West Locals and race participants) saved me by pulling up next to me and giving me some much needed coconut water and further encouragement.

This Pretty Much Sums It Up

It was here, at Mile 98, that Bon Bon broke out the camera and asked for my take on the event and how I felt.

I’ll leave it at that.

Thank you for reading.

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How come after reading that, I feel like all those 5k’s I ran don’t count?? Nor does the ONE half-marathon I ran… yikes. Excellent report! Congrats!


great blog!!! I just finished IMSG 2 weeks ago and 100 miles….geez.. thats a long time running!!

[...] C$ (me): somehow suckered into this 2 weeks after the running 100 miles in the Keys [...]

Great job! I stumbled upon your blog not long after my first 50K (Sweetwater) where I remember your exuberance at the start, and seeing you gut it out when the day obviously hadn’t gone as planned. You’re blog is an inspiration, man. I’m hooked, and I want to eventually work up to my first 50 and then 100. Reading your accounts feeds that fire. Thanks, and I hope to see you at a race again somewhere down the road so I can shake your hand.

Running is all about pushing through your own threshold, and sadly, I have the stubbornest head, that I haven’t found in myself the force to drive me to finish a physical task that I’ve set myself to do. It really is a battle of the wills, that hopefully I can triumphantly win soon.

Great read, and way to gut it out.

Way to go Christian! I love reading your reports man. Congrats on the 100 mile finish and achieving that well-deserved belt buckle!

C-Dog! Congrats again on another hard-earned finish. I’m hoping to do my first 100 this November, and hoping to see you again out on the trails one of these days. Any advice is welcome…i think we share the same stubborn gene, wonder if that’s just part of my southern roots? Seriously though, nice work out there, way to stick it out.

Wow…..thanks for posting this. I am so proud of you and B and really enjoyed reading this! Are the blisters gone yet? Can you even walk?

Way to gut it out. Nothing like getting that monkey off your back. Been there, done it.

[...] up and start off with a 50K, but we might leap frog and jump right on in. I read about this guy’s experience doing a 100 miler in FL and it sounds about 4 times as bad as my first marathon. I [...]

Good job getting that DNF monkey off your back. Nike Lunar Fly huh? Interesting, and surprising.

Good job gutting it out, Christian…but man, you keep this up we’re never going to hear from you again! You are a big guy doing a little guy’s sport, be easy on yourself. I’m 6′ and weigh 60 pounds less than you do!
And Don’s right, walk those first several miles…at Hardrock I always walk out of town and usually finish mid pack. I have a friend I told to walk the first couple of miles at MMT and he ended up feeling great all day, finishing 11th ;-)
You are still learning, at almost 60 and 13 years of 100′s, I’m still learning!

no doubt, 100 miles is really hard. especially in the heat. good job sucking it up and finishing. this is what we live for!…..?

Way to get it done! I know it had to suck to death march to the finish, I can totally sympathize with out on that! However, I can’t sympathize with your blister issues, simply put if you’re having blister issues it’s because you’re not wearing the *right shoe for you*. Clearly you are not meant to wear racing flats on a hot, paved 100 miler! Maybe someday, but not now. I don’t know what your particular solution is, but there has got to be something that will work. The key is ample toe room so you can get good toe spread. Also key is sock choice. You’re an experimenter, face the facts and try something different! I also can’t believe that you weren’t wearing some sort of hat or SPF shirt to help your external cooling. Part of blister issues, AFAIK, can be traced to dehydration and that is tied to what you ingest and that amount is related on how well you cool externally… hat, SPF shirt, ice in the bandana around your neck, etc… See where I’m going with this? I’m just trying to help, from my own hard earned lessons! You’ll figure it out eventually!

8:30 or so to do the last 25 miles? Been there..done that. And yep, I go 185-195 and have finished the 100 four times, rarely very fast.

BTW, you’ve chosen some hard courses; lots of tough runners DNF’ed the sawtooth so you have something going for you.


You are the man! I was honored to run with you and your lovely, kind, considerate, nice wife! I love the things you say about her. Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about!

Great job! You will get those hundos down. You don’t know how to fail :)


Great job Christian! You hung in there to the end despite your discomfort, and that is saying a lot. Glad you also enjoyed the special moments in the event… like running with Babette, and different friends you saw along the way. Great work.

Well Done Christian.
You. Did. It.
You hung tough and got the Keys 100 in the books.

Hey man, way to go. That race just looks brutal. I know how it is to run a flat, straight, hot 100 miler. It’s way more about mental toughness than anything. Way to stick with it.
As for your blisters and shoes. If I might make a suggestion, check out They make a zero drop shoe that is shaped the same as your foot. Only the road ones are out right now, but I wear them on trails and they are amazing. No more blisters, ever. Anyway, congrats man. That was an awesome read.

wow, that had to have taken a lot of courage to battle through. I had no idea that you were laying down so much during the night. I agree about the DNF comment – that would have hurt much worse & for much longer. Be proud of that finish!

Way to go, Christian! Way to push through. I expect to see more of those “blister pictures” where you can put half your finger in them once they heal and dry up! Congrats and thanks for writing these race reports! Always fun to read and good for some laughs! Love ya!

Is it bad that I want you to keep toruring yourself just so I can read these reports? The video was a very nice touch. I love to hear about chaffed balls and asscheeks. It’s why we all do ultrarunning…so we can lube our naughty bits. I bet you will never, ever, ever forget this finish. So beat yourself up all you want about poor training, bad ideas, crappy decision making, but I still see it as a win and I hope you will too. Enjoy the buckle, stud.

Christian, You said:

“One reason I suck at 100-milers is that the 100-mile distance is best suited for either those with incredible natural talent, smart tactical planning ability, or a stable ego that recognizes when none of that exists inside of them and thus approaches the race intelligently and patiently.

I don’t have any of that, so I always suffer more than your average bear.”

You have sufficient natural talent. OK, you may not be patient enough to do smart tactical planning or stick to the plan if you make one. Your ego is stable enough but too competitive and overhyped. Intelligent your. Patient you are not. You have to forget the rest of the world and just run your race. However, You DO have the guts to stay with it and make it to the end. You need to make use of lubricants for feet, cheeks, thighs, balls, and any other pace that gives you problems. I use Cramer Skin Lube, but there are other products such as Hydropel out there. Vaseline is too thin to be of much use.

As usual, I enjoyed reading your report; but I winced reading about all your pain. Relax, man. You’re only 40. I’m 80. You have many years ahead of you. Just mellow out a bit.

man you are amazing! and your lovely wife is a dream gal to support you in these endeavors. keep it up and know there are many of us out here rooting for you while gaining inspiration from your many adventures. congratulations on getting the buckle (twice with the lost and found episode)!

“Simple” completion my a**! That was anything but simple, my friend. That was a complex, mental and physical battle and you rocked! Way to go. I’ve gotta say, though, as a marathoner *mildly* entertaining the ultra distance, I’m not sure this makes me want to do it;) Then, again, I’m from the North so head is NOT my friend. Congrats!

Laughing out loud at your video at the end – it sounded like Redd Foxx had just run a 100. Cheers!

I don’t care what you say – sounds like a great event. You finished and you ran with the most important person in your life. Can’t beat that. Congratulations!

This was a fun read and I’m proud of you for keeping it moving one step at a time. I know that feeling of brushing race cutoffs pretty well and it’s mentally tough to keep the feet moving when it seems like there’s no point. This is a solid toughness feather in your cap, though, and a good mental victory on the way to Mont Blanc. Good job saving the deer.

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