I know WS polling is AJW‘s specialty, but I figured I’d take a stab at one myself, in Conduct The Juices style. You can vote for at most three of the following 2011 WS predictions until the end of May:
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Craig…pams “pacer husband” doesn’t pace her because he is afraid of being dropped!
Good plan, mac.
Dude! You’re supposed to say…”Get off your ass so you CAN keep up with her!” FAIL 🙂
Just trying to protect the fragile male ego. I know a guy who has never beaten his wife in an ultra. Sucks to be him.
Am I now in a league of my own? Thought maybe White Trash still shared in the distinction of having never finished in front?
Guess I know two guys. But, really, Lynn only ran one ultra so it’s not like she gave you many chances. White Trash, on the other hand, has gotten his butt handed to him courtesy of his wife countless times.
I won’t speak to the minutae of the contenders—too much arcana and my perspective is date-expired, to put it mildly.
The course will be simultaneously snowier than usual, with deep drifts past Robinson’s, which will lovingly prepare the field for parabolic convection ovens of the canyons. This means that the Happy Runners will be simultaneously sunburnt, chilled from slipping in the snow, and heatstroked again by the time they get to Foresthill.
Here, have some salt: http://www.youtube.com/user/mrtrailesafety#p/u/9/DvhqjCV_OUI
That is some whacked out stuff on that video. But, as for your prediction, sounds like you think it’s going to be like the Fire and Ice year of 1995.
Tsk tsk mr western states, a Canadian won it last year.
Don’t know if the panties will be out in full force, but you can bet I will!
hk
Mr hk, wow, that is a good catch. I was thinking Tracy is a Brit that lives in Canada, but I think Ellie may be a Brit living in Canada? Yes? Perhaps one of our Canadian friends will help us out here. Sorry, Tracy and Ellie.
Ellie is Scottish, Tracy is a Canadian.
I’m hoping for “fire and ice”. It will be my excuse if I don’t sub-24. And if I do… well then, even better.
I was hoping mac would answer you since I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. But here goes.
You could just carry one bottle during the race and then you’d have a great excuse why you didn’t do sub-24.
I am for Hal and Meghan. Old folks rule. Although Hal officially doesn’t qualify…Mackey does. OK, I am for Dave, Hal and Meghan. You and AJW will have to figure out who shares cot with whome though.
I agree, Olga, Hal does seem like an old guy. But no doubt, though, he is the best dressed guy in ultrarunning.
I think you forgot that spaniard!
Meltzer shows up in a Red Bull Wingsuit and beats everyone bandit style, swimming across the American River. 🙂
How about this:
The Spaniard, Kilian Jornet, slowed by several unexpected changes of his tighty whities, eventually overcomes his GI issues and runs to victory in a new course record.
Karl, if you get a waiver from Greg for swimming across the river, we will let you. There was one person decided to swim across, but we had to haul him back in the boat…
Another entry:
“Joe Uhan, thorougly rested from his eight-week April-May taper (+ Sierra Nevada fueling), inches his way from Squaw to Auburn, arriving at Placer HS just in time for hotcakes off the griddle….topped with Olive Oil.”
Walking around Squaw Valley several days before States with freshly painted toenails and a lift ticket dangling from his jacket, LB is overheard saying confidently, “There’s still plenty of time for that snow to melt. High pressure ‘sposed to set in tomorrow.” Five days later he gets lost in the fresh powder dropped by one final storm, then rallies 1983-Jim King-style to catch The Jiz at the white bridge, only to be passed by The Queen on the track.
Sunday, at the awards ceremony, he remarks, “You know, if I hadn’t squeezed in that extra 4000’ of vert off the Express Quad on Friday before the medical check I could have held off The Queen’s finishing kick. But at least I gained back 2 of the 600 minutes Jizzle Wizzle has on me in the 10 year bet.”