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My Adventures as an Ultra Sherpa: Canyon De Chelly 55-K

About one month ago in mid-October, I expanded my Sherpa portfolio to the ultra distance when I traveled to Arizona for the Canyon De Chelly Ultra (pronounced ‘shay’) 55-K, a 34-mile trail run that takes place entirely on Navajo land.


About 150 runners out chasing the sunrise

If you’ve been reading a while, then you know I usually Sherpa once per race season when friends take on long-course events.  After all, these folks push me during workouts, so the least I can do is lend my support when possible. Case in point: when a training bud needed people power for the Challenged Athletes Foundation during July’s New York City Triathlon, it was a no-brainer that I’d volunteer as a handler. That weekend resulted in one of my most intense and rewarding experiences to date, and I had similar expectations for the Arizona outing.  It was my friend’s second time doing this ultra, so she prepped me before the race: running and the Navajo culture are deeply intertwined, and hearing how the physical act of running intersects with so many aspects of their day-to-day life fascinated me—and I was excited to see it come together.


Tsegi Overlook

Once in Arizona at pre-race briefing, it became clear this event would be a unique experience. The 150 runners gathered around the outdoor amphitheater’s stadium-style seats as Shaun the race director detailed the history of the race and discussed how running plays a critical role in Navajo culture: they run to celebrate, they run to pray, and they run to learn. Other prominent folks in the community spoke, including Shaun’s father-in-law who played a few instruments and sang a few songs in Navajo.  All in all, the briefing lasted about two hours, and the atmosphere was basically the polar opposite of what I encounter at triathlons.  No one was obsessing about getting in a last-minute swim or fixing their Di2 shifting. Rather, people appeared calm and relaxed. My friends who dabble in ultras and tris say this is normal; the ultra community as a whole is much more laid back.


Hanging out in a canyon

This theme of unprecedentedness continued through Saturday with the pre-race blessing and fire ceremony. Around 5 a.m., Shaun’s father-in-law built a fire and tended to it throughout the day. The burning fire symbolized life out on the course, and it would only be extinguished once the final runner finished.  The blessing ceremony took place around 7 a.m. during which one male and female runner were selected to receive a blessing on behalf of all participants. Around 7:30 a.m., the runners set off on their journey.


White House overlook. See the dirt path? Folks got to run on that.

My normal Sherpa duties include scouting the course and identifying areas where I can camp out and cheer for my friends, but this race had a wrinkle: only Nanajo are allowed in the canyon. Furthermore, if non-Navajo want to go in the canyon, they must enlist a Navajo guide. (Race director Shaun secured special permits so each runner was allowed in the canyon without a guide.) Throughout the day, I went to a handful of scenic overlooks to take photos and try to spot runners, and around 3 p.m. I headed to the finish area and hung out. There was a ton of food, including vegetable chickpea stew and Navajo fry bread. (No photos because I was too busy eating.)


Selfie in a canyon

One of highlights was witnessing and hearing about the sense of community and camaraderie. Several people who crossed the finish line gave credit to fellow runners for helping them through.  There was an out-and-back climb on the course, and I was very impressed when multiple participants said one of the top-five finishers cheered for every single runner he saw during that stretch. Plus, since the majority of folks were out there for nearly an entire day, packs formed naturally, and there’s nothing like running with someone for a few hours to get to know them. I have no personal experience with long-course racing, but from what I’ve heard, it’s typical for these relationships to manifest at that distance.


Finishing strong

There’s something to be said for the sense of solidarity when everyone around you is going through what you are going through. It warmed my heart as an endurance athlete to see this connectivity.

How often do you volunteer at races?

Triathlon Training Log – Off-Season, Week 5 (Oct. 3)

OK, OK—I have a legitimate reason for the delay this time: I spent the weekend in Arizona.


One of my friends ran her second ultra and asked if I wanted to tag along. Since I’ve never seen an ultra—or been to Arizona—and had an extra day to take off due to August’s Olympic mayhem, I was able to swing it. In short, it was an amazing experience, and I have a newfound respect for folks who go that distance and run more than 26.2 miles in one stint.

General training notes: overall, this past week ended up being a down week in terms of workouts, intensity, and overall mileage due to my trip to Arizona. Oh, I registered for my first swim meet! I’m still very much living the #wannabeswimmer life, and next weekend’s competition will take me completely out of my comfort zone. I can’t wait!

Monday – p.m. run

Logged about six easy miles after work in the park

Tuesday – p.m. swim with Bearcat masters

Another packed practice with eight people in my lane, so we stuck to shorter sets of 50s and 75s—and I led the lane!

Wednesday – a.m. run

Easy 4.5 miler in the park

Thursday – p.m. swim with Bearcat masters

Tough 2750m IM practice

Friday – off

Travel to Phoenix

Saturday – a.m. hike in Canyon de Chelly

While my friend ran 34 miles (gah!), I went to the White House Trail Ruins in Canyon de Chelly and completed the 2.5-mile hike. Between the climbing and altitude, it took more out of me than anticipated, and I spent a few hours that afternoon napping and streaming Ironman Kona on my phone.

Sunday – a.m. run

Easy shake-out after my friend’s ultra and before we headed home

What’s the last trip you took? Would you ever do an ultra?