Well friends, I believe that I am going to TRY to commit to run my Chisholm Trail Ultra this coming fall. I KNOW that I’ve talked about it in the past (even tried to plan it 2 years ago), but available time off of work & family obligations did not allow for it. THIS TIME, I am going to try to pull it off.
I am thinking that sometime this Fall would work however I am still trying to pick the perfect time; when it is not too hot, not too cold, not tornado season & not storm season (I guess it would be never then, eh?) Anyway, although the Chisholm Trail essentially runs from North Texas to Central Kansas, my plan was to run the Oklahoma portion of the trail. In my case, it basically follows Highway 81 out in Western Oklahoma. My plan, would be to run what I can each day & plan to end up in some small Oklahoma town & spend the night. Then off again the next morning. According to my estimates, it is approximately 233 miles. (“Why not run it all at once says Kathy Hoover ofRunner’s World Tulsa?”). Well for me, it is all about the experience & my attempt to draw in residents of the local communities through which I will be running. One other plan, is to get a nice expedition hiking/running trailer to haul all my “stuff”.Equinox Trailersin Oregon is the place! They are the same place that Grant Maughan & Marshall Ulrich got theirs for their Badwater crossings.
Here is Marshall sporting one sort of like what I’m considering.
The ONE THING that I am still wrestling with is the recipient of this fundraising effort. I spend countless hours of deep contemplation in my attempts to find just the right person or cause for whom Know No Boundarieswill be running & raising funds for through this ultra. Any serious suggestions are welcome. In the meantime, building my mileage & searching my heart. Blessings; Ken
Well my friends,Know No Boundariesmade it to Churchill, Manitoba for the 2015 running of the Polar Bear Marathon. It was ALMOST a bust as our luggage did not come in to Winnipeg, Manitoba until Thursday night (the 19th) & we had a 7:30 AM flight the next morning.
Arriving into Churchill , we got our first impression of the local weather. . . . . . Sunny & warm! NOT! After we got our luggage (you know, the luggage that almost wasn’t!), we headed off to the Tundra Inn in town.
Friday night, Albert Martens (our race director), gave us some words of wisdom & assigned us to our Support Vehicles. After this, we headed back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep (really?)
A quick pre-start photo to be sure I had all that I needed. Race morning was not as windy, but every bit as cold. Temperatures at the start of the race were -8 F with a wind chill of -22 F. (Can you say Brrrrrrrr?)
After Oh Canada sung by the local children of Churchill, & a quick pre-start photo, we were off into the sunrise.
No fanfare, no starting clock, just a BANG of the shotgun & we were off; each of us keeping track of our own times. I hung with a couple from S. Carolina as we shared a support vehicle (remember, there are BEARS OUT THERE!).
The sunrise was beautiful & it allowed all of the runners a glimpse of God’s beauty! From town out to the airport road, it was mostly ice, so “running” was spotty at best. Most of us were just trying to stay upright. Just past the airport road, the course turned to gravel, so the footing was much better. As in all races, it is always good to read road signs & follow directions. Here is one sign that one doesn’t see every day! Despite the temperatures, I was warming up pretty quickly, My balaclava was on, then off, then on, then off. My zipper was up, then down, then up, then down & my gloves were on, then off, then on, then off.
During one of the off times, I snapped a shot of my hand! WEIRD, EH? Mid-race, the urge to take a Selfie was overwhelming.
Onward I ran, mostly toasty, but the tops of my feet were beginning to get cold & I was beginning to slow down (I always seem to be undertrained. I couldn’t imagine how I’d perform if I actually trained harder.) By the Half Marathon point, I was a bit farther behind than I cared to be & my feet were pretty cold. I decided to call it good at the Half Marathon point. I mean come on, less than 100 people in the world have ever run a marathon OR half marathon on the “edge of the arctic” here in Churchill.
Good thing we were in the van, eh?
(Bear: “Why do I always leave my can opener at home when there is food around?”)
As many of you know, my PASSION for Know No Boundaries has literally known no boundaries. I have spent countless nights brainstorming about ways to help others & what fundraisers would work best. I have looked for many different events & races where I could “push my own personal boundaries” in order to be a living example of “breaking through.” In essence, I have walked the walk AND talked the talk.
Through this passion to help other people, I have not been as diligent in the business side of things. When looking for board members (E.g. fundraisers, accountants, etc.), I have looked to friends & family rather than those who know the business of non profit foundations.
Although everyone had golden intentions, my passion was not transferable. I could not infuse MY PASSION into someone else. I decided to step back & re-formulate HOWKnow No Boundarieswill be in the near & far term. Where do I want Know No Boundariesto be in 2016? IN 5 years? In 10 years? In order to know this, I had some alone time recently & dug deep down inside me to figure out just exactly where I want to take this. Well, I decided that I was going to focus on the business side of KNB for the remainder of 2015 & come out in 2016 re-focused & re-determined to grow my dream.
For now, stay tuned & pray for us (as we will for you.) Thank you & God Bless; Ken
Several years ago (actually 6 years to be exact), a good friend; Ken TZ Childress; & I decided that we would celebrate our July birthdays by doing something crazy related to the number of years of our birth. We started when we were 50 years old & ran 50 miles, at 52, we did 52 repeats of the Pedestrian Bridge across the Arkansas River. (NOTE: It was great with a nice breeze until the sun got down to where it was beaming down on us below the bridge covering). Why do I recall that someone stole our pretzels from our make-shift aid station after 6 years?
I believe that at 53, I ran 53 stadium stair repeats. At 54 & 55, I honestly cannot recall. At 56 however, I suggested that we do 56 hill repeats of a nice “hill” along the Creek Turnpike Trail (south of 91st & Hwy 169 just around the curve past the Fairmont Inn). The first problem was that I had not run up it beforehand to actually see just how tough it is. None the less, we got the tent set up & began the climb.
And climb we did. The first assent told me already that this was NOT a good idea. Oh well! By the time Ken got there, I already had in 2-3 loops, but TZ did not waist time to start in. I will say though, that the view from the top was very nice.
“Hello down there! Can anybody hear me?” TZ & I were not alone as Cameron & Brandon Plate were zipping up & down the hills like they were nothing. (Oh, to be young again . . . )
Michelle Bates got in her loops as did Jason Bement. My son Michael also came out to get in some repeats to add to his Crossfit training (Note: He did mention at home that his calves were smoked.) He was also nice enough to take a really killer video.
There was another group of guys there doing their hill repeats as their training for an upcoming hiking trip to Colorado. All in all, it was ONE HILL OF A CHALLENGE. And as we say at Know No Boundaries - “There’s no mountain top view without a climb.” As for birthday number 57 next year, let’s see what TZ & I come up with.
I am happily married to Betty & have (2) children; Michael & Christina. I founded a non profit foundation (Know No Boundaries) in 2009 whose mission it is to help people "break out" of their self set limitations or boundaries. Additionally, I started an umbrella organization; Dunamis Extreme; in order to share the AWESOME Power of God. Not only in ultra endurance events, but in life!