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Citizen Machinery Co., Ltd.

Yesterday, Debbie and I had the pleasure to visit Citizen Machinery Co., Ltd. in Karuizawa, Japan. Citizen is the manufacturer of the 18 Cincom CNC Swiss Automatic Lathes (screw machines) that Horst Engineering operates at our South Windsor, Connecticut plant site. Citizen’s partnership with Marubeni is Marubeni Citizen Cincom (MCC) and we are supported by their office in Agawam, Massachusetts.

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Cincom machinery has been an important part of our manufacturing operations since 2003. The 18 Swiss are used to produce hundreds of different products and we recently expanded to our new Burnham Street plant site and moved all of the machines into one building. This will give us much greater efficiency.

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The invitation to visit Citizen was welcomed and the plant tour was fantastic. They build very high-end machines. In addition to the production of Swiss type machines (sliding headstock), they manufacture the Miyano brand (fixed headstock) of lathes and multi-tasking machines. As I learned during my visit to Okuma last week, the ability for a country to have a strong machine tool industry is critical to its economic development and strength because these are the machines needed to build all other machines.

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We got to see how much craftsmanship and skill go in to the hand scraping of the ways and other critical manufacturing processes. Citizen operates multiple plants in Japan, plus they have factories in Thailand and China. The Karuizawa facility is where they develop many of their products.

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We got to tour the Museum of the Automatic Lathe, which chronicles Citizen’s history. The company realized that they couldn’t obtain the necessary equipment to produce their watches to the highest standards, so they built their own, starting in 1936. The equipment line expanded and became a business of its own. Miyano got its start as a file manufacturing company. Both businesses were inspired by machine tool manufacturers in Europe and the USA.

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Cincom and Miyano machines are used to produce amazing products. We use our Cincom machines to make a wide range of aerospace components, including pins, bushings, sleeves, and fasteners. We also use the machines for some medical components, including surgical tools. Recently, we have been producing our Horst Spikes product line with the help of Cincom machines.

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The Karuizawa headquarters is in Nagano prefecture and is in the shadow of Mount Asama, an active volcano. It’s a beautiful part of Japan, but one that is always under the threat of natural disaster. We could see smoke and steam rising from the summit cone of Asama.

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The factory is modern, lean, and very clean. We saw 5S postings and it was obvious that they lived their values.

Our hosts were justifiably proud of the skill levels that their employees have attained. It was clear that they are a company built on their engineering strengths. At Horst Engineering, we have always believed that to build the best products, you have to use the best machines, tools, and gaging while training the best the best employees to develop their skills. Cincom machines are the best you can invest in for Swiss type lathes.

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Again, I wish I had more time to spend at Citizen. I’m very appreciative of MCC for helping arrange the visit. It would have also been nice to see the Kitakami Works factory, so I’ll just have to return in the future. I was excited to see some of the new products they have developed and I even like the new paint scheme for the Cincom line. I’m motivated to work with our team to win some new work that will allow us to grow and possibly invest in some of the newest Citizen technology. The visit may have been short, but I was still able to learn much more about the company and what makes them tick…literally.

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Okuma Corporation

Our trip to Japan has been fantastic. One of the highlights (and reasons for being here), was the Okuma Corporation visit last week. The day after visiting one of our key customers in Amagasaki near Osaka, I was fortunate to tour Okuma’s Kani and Oguchi plant sites near Nagoya. Each site has multiple buildings.

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Horst Engineering has three Okuma lathes. Interestingly, our LS model is one of the oldest machines that still runs at our East Hartford plant. The two LT2000 EX  models are the two newest, and one of our largest capital equipment investments to date. We featured a news item about these machines at the end of last year.

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I’ve been fortunate to take some amazing plant tours during a lifetime spent as part of a manufacturing family, but the Okuma tour is legitimately near the top of my all-time list. I’m sure just about any tour I take at a Japanese industrial company would wow me.

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Interestingly, unfounded manufacturing prejudices in the 1980’s that were inherited from my grandfather, prevented us from embracing Japanese machine tool technology until the 1990’s when we bought a Matsuura machining center. The technology wowed us. We did most of our milling on Bridgeports and had a German Deckel machine, but it required manual tool changes.

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Fast forward to now and we have more than 100 CNC machines that were built in Japan or have controls that were built in Japan. After years of benchmarking the Japanese approach to lean enterprise that is espoused by the Toyota Production System, it was wonderful to tour a plant where lean is woven into the fabric of the culture.

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Okuma has developed an amazing amount of automation at both its Kani and Oguchi plant sites. Oguchi is their Dream Site 1 (DS1) facility. DS1 has more than 500 wall mounted solar panels and 3,800 roof mounted solar panels. The solar and other sustainable building features are an amazing display of green technology in a manufacturing environment and consistent with Horst Engineering’s own solar and green investments.

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Okuma headquarters is also the site of the Okuma Memorial Gallery and the Global CS (Customer Service) Center. The museum is an awesome display of their history in the machine tool business, starting with their first noodle making machine. The CS is a show room that has nearly every modern machine in their portfolio. I’ve been to IMTS on many occasions, but seeing one manufacturer’s full catalog in one room was wonderful. My only regret is that it was too short of a visit and I would have liked to spend more time there. I’m really appreciate of the team at Morris Group, Inc. and the folks at Okuma Corporation, for making this visit possible.


Last December, when Debbie and I were setting goals for 2015 we agreed that to celebrate her 40th birthday in January, that she should seek maximum ultrarunning adventure for the coming year. After crewing/pacing at the Western States Endurance Run in 2014, she had her heart set on the Grand Slam of Ultrarunning as her target. But with the difficult odds of getting into Western States, we had to have a plan B.



Her name didn’t come up in the lottery, so that is when we pulled together this trip to Japan built around the visit to a Horst Engineering key customer and a couple of longtime machine tool suppliers. I’m the one who did the initial research on ULTRA-TRAIL Mt. FUJI (UTMF). I enjoy picking target races for Debbie to run. The UTMF proposal was based on the posts of an Instagram friend and the move of the race from early spring to early fall.



With the Grand Slam out (for now) and UTMF in, she decided to make it a big year and we put together a race program that would allow us to include some adventure travel in conjunction with the events. She gets all the credit for putting in the hard work in with support from Coach Al Lyman at Pursuit Athletic Performance, to prepare for the rigors of her race schedule. A few of their shared goals were to build climbing strength and to remain injury free throughout the year.



Her schedule leading up to UTMF included four ultras (TARC Spring Thaw 6-Hour Run, Miwok 100K Trail Run, Speedgoat Mountain Races, Emerald Necklace 3-Day Stage Race); plus the Winding Trails Off-Road Summer Triathlon Series, and a bunch of little running races on and off-road.



This was her sixth 100+ mile ultra finish, but she has done more than 60 other ultras of varying distances during her 16 year career. Her prior 100-miler finishes are Javelina Jundred, Grindstone, Vermont 100 Endurance RunPinhoti 100, and the Tahoe Rim Trail Endurance Run.


Sadly, this past weekend, we missed the Vermont 50 Mile Ride & Endurance Run for the first time since we met there in 1999, but the opportunity to visit Japan was a big one. We have done this trip without our two children, which bums me out a bit. They have been a key part of Team Livingston for nine years and have been at most of Debbie’s races. When you read this story, imagine throwing two kids in to the mix. It just wouldn’t have worked. Thanks goes out to both of our parents, who stepped up to help make this adventure possible. It has been a long season, and it is probably not over yet, but before she thinks about her next race, it is important to review what made UTMF so special.



We have been to Asia, but this was our first time in Japan. We knew that doing a race of this magnitude so far from home and in a country with such a different culture, would be extremely challenging, and it lived up to its billing. As a couple, we have a very high adventure threshold, but at moments during this race, I was thinking it may have almost been a bit “too much,” but as things go, in the end, we simply succeeded in raising the bar again. I’m not sure how we top this one, but we sure will try!

She wrote her own race report focused on the race itself, and you can read that here.



The trip started two Friday’s ago with the first challenge. Less than 24 hours before our Boston to Tokyo flight, we got notification that the flight was abruptly canceled with no explanation. A whirlwind of activity followed and we ended up rebooking but first had to fly to Los Angeles to catch a Tokyo bound flight. It messed up our plans and added unnecessary travel time and carbon emissions, but the alternative was not getting a flight out of Boston until Sunday and losing two days at the start of the trip. So, we got up at 1:30 A.M. EDT on Friday to drive to Boston and catch our six-hour flight to L.A. and then took the 13 hour flight to Tokyo after a five-hour layover.


We spent a day and a half in Tokyo and then on Monday, traveled to Osaka via Shinkansen train to visited our customer in nearby Amagasaki. Tuesday, we went to Nagoya via Shinkansen and visited our supplier in nearby Oguchi. Wednesday, we traveled from Nagoya to Mishima via Shinkansen, rented a car, and drove to Kawaguchiko for UTMF. We stayed at a very nice hotel right on the lake.


UTMF is part of the Ultra Trail World Tour, and is known as a really tough race with top international competition. The race has an iconic course, with its circumnavigation of Mt. Fuji, an iconic world heritage site.

The statistics for 2015 are both interesting and impressive:

  • 169 kilometers (105 miles)
  • 8,337 meters of elevation gain and loss (27,352 feet)
  • High point on the course is at Yukimidake: 1,605 meters (5,265 feet)
  • 46 hour time limit
  • 59% drop out rate
    • 1,400 runners registered
    • 1,363 total runners started (1,125 men/238 women)
    • 564 runners finished (470 men/94 women)

The race had an extraordinary drop rate. Here, they refer to attrition in English as a “retirement.” You want to stay out of that tent if you can! Debbie said, “You had to be one tough cookie to finish.” I believe her!


It all started on Thursday afternoon with race check-in at the start/finish at Yagisaki Park next to the lake. A large race expo was set-up with many sponsors and other gear suppliers. At check-in there was a mandatory gear inspection. You had to bring your pack with everything prepared for race day. UTMF has very strict rules for runners, supporters, and spectators. This link lists them, including all the required gear. I saw witnessed the impact of not following the rules to the letter of the law.


Debbie’s pre-race gear check went well, she picked up her big numbers, and we explored the expo. Throughout the weekend, we met new friends and caught up with old friends. The race started at 1:00 P.M. (Japan time) on Friday afternoon. Progress was made easier to follow by the live tracking website, which worked very well. I’ve been to ultras with live tracking where it worked and I’ve been to ultras where it failed. UTMF’s system was easy to navigate and worked fine. I was forced to refresh frequently (on both my iPhone and my MacBook), and I constantly had to search my favorites (it didn’t remember them properly), but it was still a handy tool to plan my crewing responsibilities, while helping friends and family home in the USA follow her progress.


Debbie and I met up with our friend Aliza Lapierre from Vermont. She and Aliza were the only two New Englanders. Aliza was supported by her step father, Jeff Comstock. “Supporter” is the term the Japanese use to describe members of a runner’s crew. There are no pacers permitted at UTMF and runners are only allowed one supporter in the aid stations. Like I said, the rules are strict. Even the supporter is issued a number and must wear it at all times.


The 12 aid stations (10 full and two water only) were locked down tightly. Supporters were permitted at nine of them. Additional supporters, family members, and spectators had to remain outside the aid station. When I say locked down, I mean fenced off, taped off, and separated. There were large tents or pavilions at all of the aid stations, so you had a roof over your head, which was helpful because of all the rain. UTMF has a certain ethic and it starts with the race being a solo endeavor. It’s seems like runners are dissuaded from having crew. The rules minimize the amount of people in the traveling caravan, which is actually a good thing. No pacers meant there were fewer people on the fragile trails.



UTMF has an environmental focus through its respect for nature. There were no trash cans. Runners and supporters were required to carry in what they carried out. Littering is a serious offense. It has been a wet year in Japan, and particularly in this area. Nearly 20 typhoons have impacted the country and they had soaking rains throughout the summer. We noticed that the trail maintenance isn’t at the same level as what we are used to in the USA, and several of the trails had sharp gullies down the middle. When there were water bars, they didn’t work very well. The consistency of the soil, and the lack of roots and rocks, contributed to the muddy conditions. Still, when you have that much rain on already waterlogged trails, you risk additional damage.



1,363 UTMF runners, plus the additional 976 runners on the 80.5 km STY (Shizuoka to Yamanashi) short race run on part of the course is a lot of impact. The organizers did the best they could with the situation and even took the extra measure to reroute two significant areas of the course. That was bad news for Debbie because it removed some of the higher mountain climbing sections on single track and replaced it with lower traverses and a lot more road. It seems like the detours added quite a bit of distance to the course.

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The race is advertised as 168.6 km (105 miles), it ran like it was 200 km (124 miles), and it very well may have actually been 180 kilometers (112 miles). Some people used two GPS’ to get the complete course measured, because one doesn’t have the battery life to go the distance, and most measured the distance as much more than the 105 planned miles. The race already uses a lot of road to connect to the various trails, so this made her life miserable at certain times over the two days. Debbie hates roads.



This race is a big production, with 1,000 volunteers. Everyone was wearing a North Face (the main sponsor) UTMF jacket and there was an order to the organization throughout the race, as there is in much of Japanese society. Everything was visual (just like a Japanese factory) with signage everywhere and reminders about all of those rules, and like the trains, everything runs on time. The one thing that was slow, was the runners, and that was partially because of all the mud.



The race started in a light rain. There were no views of Fuji at any time during the race. The runners charged out of the park to the cheering of hundreds of spectators. Supporters were not allowed at the first two aid stations, which prevented traffic jams, but meant that the runners had 46.5 km before seeing their supporters. That’s a long way. For Debbie, that was nearly six hours. That gave me time to return to the hotel, go to the grocery store, get some potatoes boiled in the hotel kitchen, and drive to W1 at Fumoto, which was one of the two water only aid stations. Supporters could provide food, but there was no neutral food. I got there in plenty of time and just as it was getting dark around 5:00 P.M. I enjoyed watching the top men and women arrive.


There was a lot of action and I captured much of it with my cameras. Debbie arrived and we discovered our first mistake of the day. We left all of her race food on the floor of the hotel room. I had her backpack and the large drop bag we were using to hold her aid station stuff, but the bags of food were left behind. She was frustrated, but I told her I would drive the 45 minutes back to the hotel to get it. I hadn’t planned to reverse direction, but was forced to. Thankfully I had done some shopping and picked up a few items that she was able to take with her, but she was headed into the most difficult section of the course at night and our preparation wasn’t the best. This goes to show that despite all the experience, you can still blow it on race day. It also goes to show that the results of 100-milers aren’t determined in one instance. You have time to recover and go to Plan B.



She departed and I packed up and returned to Kawaguchiko. Driving was a challenge. I’m experienced at left side of the road driving from prior travel, but the rain, darkness, and narrow roads added a mix of challenges to this adventure.


Throughout the race, Debbie filled her Ultraspire Titan hydration pack with the provided water, and I carried most of her food. The Ultraspire team were kind enough to shorten the straps on her pack. She did also eat from the aid stations, but there weren’t too many vegan options. This year, the race was run counter-clockwise, which meant that they had to traverse the Tenshi Mountains in the first half of the race, which had the most challenging terrain on the course. The trails were super steep and extra muddy. Debbie said the descents were nearly impossible to go down without falling. From the looks of the runners, many covered head to toe in mud, they spent a lot of time on the ground. There were a handful of serious injuries, including at least one broken shoulder.


After returning to the hotel I had to go back out and look for A3 near Fujinomiya. I had a very hard time. It was raining hard and very dark. The GPS coordinates should have worked with Google Maps, but with all the chaos, and the Japanese characters, I ended up in the center of Fujinomiya, without the aid station anywhere to be found. I was way off. Both Debbie and I came to realize that this race course was far less rural and far more urban than either of us expected. There were long sections of trail, but they were all linked by sections of towns and cities that were very busy. This differs quite a bit from the USA race we have done where the courses are in the middle of nowhere. UTMF was quite different, and it is one thing that we didn’t like. The photos on the website give you the impression that this is a remote beautiful course, but we have also come to learn that with 130 million people in Japan and 30 times (yes!) the number of people per square/mile compared to the USA, that this is a highly dense population. On this course, you were never far from the lights, noise, and hustle and bustle of town. It almost seemed that the folks in town didn’t know the race was going on. They seemed to be going about their normal business.


It turns out that I was searching the wrong location on Google Maps. Thankfully, I found the UTMF website on my phone and found a page with better coordinates for each aid station, but that wasn’t until after using the old school method (paper maps and instincts), I found W2 Awakura, which was a water only stop up the mountain that supporters were not allowed to visit. It was dark and pouring, but a volunteer helped me input the correct coordinates into the car’s GPS, but it really wasn’t much help because all of the verbal cues and text were in Japanese. The map helped a little, but I went back to using Google Maps on my iPhone.


25 minutes later, I arrived at A3. The parking area was about three kilometers from the station. That required riding a shuttle bus and then walking a kilometer or so through wet fields. The station was full of activity when I arrived since it was the first place supporters and spectators could see the runners. It was midnight and the runners were coming off of the Tenshi Mountains section of the course. Many looked grim and most were about an hour behind schedule, and had been out of water for a long time.


I missed the lead men, but I saw Gary and this is where he took a mid-race nap. I was there long enough to see him go to sleep and then wake up and hit the trail again. Then, I saw Aliza come through. Then I waited. When Debbie arrived, she was hurting. She said the top of her foot was in pain, so we loosened her shoes. She also took a Tylenol, but she gagged on it, which triggered some vomiting. Her stomach was a bit sour, but she wasn’t nauseous. The vomiting was alarming, especially so early in the race, but she overcame it. We got her pack restocked and she went back on the trail. She said the mud was very slippery and that the footing was terrible.


As I mentioned, there was no support at W2, so I had to find A4 Kodomo-No-Kuni. It was really late by the time I walked to the shuttle and got back to the car. I headed for A4, but got terribly lost. The fog was as bad as any I’ve driven in, and I could barely see 30 meters in front of the car. I couldn’t find the fog lights and the last thing you wanted to do was use your bright lights. I didn’t realize I had driven past the turn for the aid station and was on this winding road when I drifted on to the left shoulder. The next think I knew, the wheel jerked out of my hand after I hit what I thought was a very large hole. I pulled the wheel right and immediately heard the hissing sound of a blown tire.


I slowed the car and tried to get as far left as I could. I got out in the rain to inspect the damage and was devastated to see the damage. The left front tire was blown out and the rim was dented badly. I walked back to see what I hit. The left side of the road was lined with concrete drains, and they had no grates and they were more than two feet deep. I was fortunate that the only damage was to one wheel. Even still, I was stuck. The idea that I had an accident while crewing such an important race for Debbie weighed heavily on me.


I was on a very winding road in the pitch black. I turned on my hazards and inspected the contents of the trunk. I pulled out the jack, crow bar, and safety triangle. I set the triangle up 50 meters behind the car, but was still very nervous about the passing trucks. For such a rural road, it was very busy at 3:00 A.M. on a Saturday morning. I gathered my wits and made a plan. If I could change the tire, I could still try to get to A4. If I was delayed, I could just go to A5 Mt. Fuji Museum. I jacked up the car assuming there was a spare tire. I wasn’t sure if it was under the mat in the trunk or if I had to lower it from the undercarriage as I’ve done in the past.


Another lesson we learned is that you can’t have too many headlamps and lights and that you need to have better headlamps and lights. Debbie’s older Black Diamond headlamp was not strong, so at A3, I gave her mine. Her handheld was also acting up, so I gave her my good Surefire. I pulled up the matting in the trunk and there was a kit, but no tire. The kit contained a bottle of sealant and a small air compressor that you could plug in to the 12 volt port. I couldn’t believe that there was no spare and that this sealant kit was all I had. I have used sealant on tires many times, but on bicycle tires. I had never sealed a car tire, especially on a Japanese mountain road, in the rain, with a dying light, a dying iPhone battery, a dying car battery, and a bent rim. I knew it wouldn’t work. The rim was just going to leak out the sealant. All I had was her lousy handheld light, and refusing to believe that there was no spare, I stuck my head under the car to see if there was a tire. There was no tire. Even an emergency “donut” wheel would do. I just needed to get that little Mazda off that road.


I didn’t want to alarm Debbie just yet, so I started to make a series of phone calls. At A3, I had seen our friend Nancy Reynolds (from Buffalo and now Hong Kong), who was supporting her husband Rod. I thought she might be able to get word to one of the organizers that I needed help in getting a tow truck. I made that call at 4:06 A.M. She didn’t answer, so I left a voicemail. The mobile reception wasn’t good. I pulled out my American Express card and made a series of calls using the international number on the back. I ended up getting transferred to a dispatcher in the USA for roadside assistance, which is not what I wanted. He agreed that I had the wrong person and helped transfer me to an international hotline. It was amazing. I was able to use the maps to figure out where I was with their help. I called out landmarks despite the Japanese, and they were able to pinpoint me using Google Maps. We discussed the situation and they said they couldn’t help until after I got the car towed. He reminded me that I should call the rental car company. I explained that it was very early on a Saturday, but his suggestion made sense. I figured I could deal with AMEX after the situation was resolved and when we had to figure out who was going to cover the damages.


I rummaged through all the stuff we had in the car and found the rental agreement and a number. I called the number at Times Rental, a large Asian region company, and got a Japanese only speaker. However, they were able to connect me to a contract translator that supports their offices in Japan. The three of us were on the phone together. We went through the same drill with him helping me pinpoint my location on a map. I was a little past the halfway point on route 469, a road between Fujiyoshida and Gotemba City. We were on the phone for quite sometime. He was relaying information to the local representative. They located a towing service and I had to take their word that someone would be coming. The English speaker stressed that I was not going to be able to get a ride with the tow truck driver and needed to arrange my own transportation. I figured I could walk until I could hitch a ride. They said it would be an hour or so. I hung up and started pulling together the gear that was strewn all over the car. I had my backpack, Deb’s backpack, and two drop bags. It was a lot of stuff. I must have been in disbelief, so I checked the trunk for a spare at least five more times, thinking that maybe in my late night delirium, I missed the obvious. I pulled out the car manual and it was only in Japanese. I was still able to make out from the pictures that for this model, sealant was the only solution. I learned a valuable lesson about rental cars. I’ll never rent one in a without a spare tire. I’m going to ensure that I touch the tire, jack, and crow bar, before driving off the rental lot.


I finally tried calling Debbie at 5:29 A.M. I got her voicemail and left a message with vague information about the incident. I told her I was going to miss her at A4, but try to get back on track to see her at A5. I implored her to eat and drink and be strong, but it seemed she wasn’t getting the messages. More and more traffic was coming by me, though mostly large trucks. I had driven by several factories in town and this road, despite being so rural, was a main thoroughfare. Eventually more cars started to come by and I assumed they were other supporters. I was tempted to flag one down, but I decided that it may not have improved the situation. I had to stay with the car until it was towed anyway.


A few minutes later, a car pulled up behind me and a familiar face stepped out. It was Rob Krar, and he was joined by his two Japanese hosts/drivers, Kohei and Yuri. Rob was supposed to run the race, but instead, was doing double-duty by supporting his wife, Christina Bauer, and helping cover the race for


He assessed the situation, I explained what happened  and we made a plan. He wisely suggested that I pack a drop bag for Debbie and send it with him to A5. That’s when I realized that I had actually driven past A4. I told her I called Debbie, but got her voicemail, and that I would also send a text. I told Rob that if he had to leave before she arrived, to put the bag with the other drop bags. He asked what I was going to do after the tow truck arrived. I told him I would flag down another car and ask for a ride. It is also worth noting that at W1 when we discovered that Debbie’s race food was not in the bag I was carrying, Rob stepped up and offered a bunch of extra gels to Debbie, which she took for the long trek through the Tenshi Mountains. He was a huge help to us.


I thanked him and he and his friends went on their way. I sent the first text at  5:41 A.M. Thankfully she had her iPhone in a front pocket. She never got the voicemail, but she got the text rather quickly and replied back. I only said I was going to miss her and potentially be delayed at other aid stations. I reminded her to fuel up.


My iPhone was dangerously low on battery, so I ran the car a bit to boost the charge, but I didn’t want to sit in it while it was running because the trucks were coming so close, so I was standing off the side of the road in the rain. At 6:06 A.M., I decided to try calling the rental company translator for an update. I hopped back in the car where my phone was charging, and realized that despite running the engine, the battery had died. I don’t know what happened, but the car had stalled and I couldn’t get the ignition to turn over again. I dialed the Times Rental Car number, but just then, I saw the lights of another car as it pulled up behind me, so I hung up.


I went to see who it was and it was a young Japanese couple, Yamanaka and Toritani. They didn’t speak much English at all, but through a few shared words (mostly from the woman), I was able to discern that they were supporters and that their runner had dropped out at either A3 or A4 and they were headed somewhere, probably home. I was also able to figure out that they refused to leave me until the tow truck arrived and that they were thinking about taking me to the next aid station. There was a lot of talk between them. I plugged my phone in to their charger, which was a life saver. They searched Debbie’s bib number on the Japanese version of the live race tracker on their phone and we got her predicted arrival time at A5. Throughout the day, I relied on the website, so it was good that it was working accurately. I showed them what happened, showed them the trunk and the sealant kit. They stayed with me for quite some time. I packed up the jack and other tools and put it all away. I consolidated all of the gear and bags and got them ready to load in their car.


Amazingly, as it was getting lighter, a truck approached from the other direction and as it zoomed by, the driver honked the horn and I read “Sato Wrecker” on the side of it. He was going to do a U-turn and come back. I was ecstatic. It felt like a longer amount of time, but it had only been three and a half hours since the blow out. My Japanese friends were just as happy and shared the joy with me. The driver pulled in front of the Mazda, hopped out, and introduced himself. With a big smile, he said, “I speak good English.” I think he had been waiting to try it out on a foreigner! He was in command of the situation, had been briefed by Times, and said he would tow the car to his shop and then arrange to get it back to the Times location at Mishima Station. He checked out the tire and wheel, agreed with me that it was ridiculous that there was no spare tire, and then basically said, “I’ll take care of it.” I filled out a form, gave him the keys, and said goodbye to my little car without a spare tire.


I hopped in with my Japanese friends. They communicated that it would take a little while to get to A5. Just as we arrived at the aid station and parked in an extremely muddy field, Rob texted me at 6:24 A.M. and said that he was leaving A5. Christina had just come through and he was leaving the bag on a table in the supporter tent because there was no specific drop bag area. The white drop bags were huge and her number 170 was on it, so this was good. If I hadn’t gotten there in time, she would have spotted it.


My friends waited outside of the aid station while I went in. I set up her stuff and breathed a sigh of relief. From behind the fence, they waved me over and indicated that they spoke with a couple of other Japanese men, and were arranging a ride. They looked at the race tracker again to see Debbie’s projected arrival time and communicated that they could not continue with me. I thanked them profusely. I went outside the aid station and they introduced me to the two men, who spoke pretty good English. They said they would take me to A6 Tarobo, after their runner came through. I think that between the four of them, they figured out that their runner was only 30 minutes behind Debbie and that we would have ample time to catch her after waiting for them. I had my picture taken with the couple who helped me, gave them a sheet of paper to write down their contact information, and said, “Sayonara.”


My two new friends were very nice. They were employees of the trading company that handles the North Face, Speedo, and several other fitness/outdoor brands in Japan. They were affiliated through the race organization since the North Face was the principal sponsor of UTMF. They were supporting a Brazilian runner by the name of Marcello, who I also think was affiliated with the North Face. I mostly understood what they were saying in English and they were very helpful. Several times, they searched a word on the Internet to get the right definition. We actually enjoyed each others company and spent many hours together. My hope was that their runner would stay close enough to Debbie throughout the day and that I could tag along all the way to the finish. That would have been the perfect scenario. They knew several other runners and supporters and were cheering for them too.


A6 was part of the way up Fuji and it was a big climb. When we got there, it was still very foggy, but it was light out. It was alternating between a heavy mist and light rain. The runners were starting to spread out and bigger gaps were forming. The climb in to the aid station was up a former lava flow. The black sand and rocks extended all the way from the base up to the summit cone. We were well down the mountain, but I recall reading about this “trail” in our Fuji guide-book. These were tough conditions for an ultra and now the organizers had the runners walking on lava rocks. Thankfully, the temperature was mild. It had actually warmed up overnight and it was just very wet.


I ran into Rob again. He had driven ahead to cover the men’s leaders, but returned to see Christina. She trudged up the hill. 25-30 minutes later, Debbie arrived in good spirits. She was moving well, was warm, and fueled properly. The top of the climb was at the other end of a huge parking lot. I told her I would meet her at the station after she filled her pack. I always carry my own stuff, but the UTMF rules are strict. I asked one of the aid station attendants to fill a water bottle for Debbie and they refused. There were no trash bins at the aid stations. Runners and supporters had to carry out their own trash. This is a pretty good rule and makes things neater. Debbie was fortunate to have me at the aid stations so she could drop off all of her used packets of gel, energy bars, and other packaging, but that might have been a pain for an unsupported runner to carry all of their trash over the course of two days. Again, not a big issue, but an example of another rule we had to follow. Only the runner can access the resources at the aid stations. The rules also state that you cannot run/walk alongside your runner at any point on the course. I didn’t want to do anything to risk her disqualification, so I stayed far away.


She didn’t stay long. I explained that I would do my best to get to the upcoming aid stations, but that she should refuel as if I wasn’t going to see her again. As predicted, the Brazilian was still about 30 minutes behind. While waiting, I checked Instagram and saw that I had a direct message from halunski, the friend who inspired me to research UTMF. He told me his runner was 466. I plugged it in to the tracker and amazingly, Katou Youku was a 50+ runner and she was within 10 minutes of Debbie. halunski was at A6 while I was there, but I just hadn’t recognized him.


After we packed up, we drove to A7 Subashiri. I walked in to the supporter area, glanced around, and the first person I saw was a man with 466 pinned on his shorts. It was halunski! I knew that things were turning around. We exchanged greetings, took a selfie, and chatted. His English was pretty good. He is a representative for Arc’teryx, Suunto, and several outdoor brands. I knew from his Instagram feed that he was an accomplished trail runner and ski mountaineer. Youku was surging. She arrived at A7, and moments later, so did Debbie. Debbie was also moving well. Debbie decided not to stop at the supporter area. She had been in the neutral area for three minutes and decided to just leave the station with Youku. The longest Debbie spent resting the entire race was about 10 minutes.


It was amazing that I’ve been liking halunski’s posts on Instagram for several years, that there were nearly 1,400 runners on the course, and that our runners were now separated by five seconds leaving A7. The sun was actually trying to peek out, and it seemed like it might be dry for the rest of the day, but then it started drizzling again. The Brazilian arrived on schedule, so it wasn’t long before we were packed up and headed for A8 Yamanakako.


The location of this huge aid station was next to Lake Yamanakoko. It was in a large park. Fuji was still shrouded in clouds, but supposedly, the view of the mountain across that lake is one of the best. I was sorry to miss that. A8 was the site of a lot of drama. Late on Friday night, I had met an American woman at A3. I think her name was Christina and she was supporting her friend, Erich Wegscheider. He was from San Jose, and recently converted from elite triathlon to ultrarunning. He was wasn’t that far in front of Debbie. It was fun to catch up with her at A8. My Japanese chauffeurs pointed out that there was a mandatory gear check set up at the runner entrance. This aid station was even more secure than the previous ones. You couldn’t get close to the neutral area. Volunteers were quick to warn you if you got too close. It was clear that they were intent on keeping runners from having any contact with their crew until after the inspection.

I was chatting with Christina when Erich arrived. Seconds later, as we were watching the proceedings, we realized that they were disqualifying him. It was hard to see what was going on, but there were at least six race organizers around him including the aid station captain. Erich was very upset. The infraction was that his phone battery had died and he could no longer access his maps or use it in an emergency. This devastated me nearly as much as him, and I was only watching the situation unfold from afar. He pleaded with them, tried to argue his points, but they removed the chip tags from each of his shoes while he was standing there and still discussing it with them. He finally came over to the supporter area and explained what happened. I pulled my iPhone cable and a car charger out of my pocket and offered it to him. I said we could get it juiced up again. He was shocked. She was stunned. I also couldn’t believe what I just witnessed. He was more than 135.5 km into this ultra, in no danger, moving well, but he broke the rules. They showed no mercy. He said that they wouldn’t let him do it. It was dead when he arrived and those were the rules. He was quite fed up with them, but also disappointed in himself for letting the battery die by leaving the phone on through the night. If he had turned it off, or at least turned off his cellular data connection and closed apps, he would have been OK. He decided to accept decision because he had no choice. That was the last I saw of them, but not the last DQ I witnessed.

I was really worried about Debbie’s iPhone. It could easily be dead. She had replied to my texts after the car incident, but that was hours earlier. It doesn’t last the full day at home, but that is also when it is connected to the cellular network, which drains the battery, and she is using it a lot. I texted her several times warning her to turn off her phone if the battery was running low. She never saw these. I waited outside the aid station for her to arrive and she was in bad shape. She was crying, clearly at a low point, and frustrated with the long road section detour that she was just coming from. Thankfully, when she arrived, she still had a solid charge. She passed inspection and I was thrilled, but she was not feeling well. She complained that her legs were very sore from all of the pounding. I started to massage her quads and a woman came over and told me that they offered massage. Another rule is that supporters can’t provide any “therapeutic assistance.” Well, Debbie was fine with that and after eating a little, went over to the massage table. She said the therapist was very good. She was there almost 10 minutes and said she felt better when she got off the table. She grabbed her pack, and ran off in better spirits, than when she arrived.

I packed up the aid station gear and then I watched three more runners get disqualified over the next 30 minutes. They all happened to be foreigners, which made it seem like that was a factor, but it may have just been a coincidence. The Japanese runners likely knew that the rules were strict and they followed them to the “letter of the law.” The runners were told that there would be an inspection on the course, but it was still catching these guys by surprise. The pre-race inspection the day before seemed loose compared to this. Not only did the rules require a specific list of gear, but they stated that your pack had to meet a minimum weight requirement. They did not weigh packs at pre-race inspection, but they were weighing them at AS8.

Another English-speaking runner (may have been Australian) was DQ’d because his phone died. Then, the Brazilian runner arrived. They had him pull all his gear out of his pack. He didn’t have his rain jacket or his rain pants. He had made the critical mistake of leaving them with his supporters, the guys who were so kind to drive me. This resulted in an instant disqualification. He was distraught. It was a terrible mistake, but I wouldn’t call it “cheating.” Most every other ultra I’ve been to, you can leave gear with your crew. However, UTMF has leveled the playing field and forced runners to be self-sufficient. I was told that in Japan, a rule is a rule.

This is where my ride sharing ended. Even the pleas of the Japanese supporters from afar, failed to get this guy back in the race. They had already removed his shoe tags. He sat for 20 minutes with his head hung low. It was tough to watch. It was evident that he had put a lot into preparing for the race, was having a good day on the trails, and wanted to finish. Stunned is putting it mildly. As we were consoling him, a Chinese runner arrived. I couldn’t quite hear what was going on, but he too was caught by surprise and was missing part of his gear. I could hear him claiming that whatever gear they were asking for, he lost it at night in the dark on the course, which is plausible. Debbie told me that at one point, she fell so hard descending in the Tenshi Mountain section, that her headlamp flew off. She said she could have easily lost her handheld do, but had kept it in her pack int that section because she was afraid to lose it in the thick brush. A runner descending behind her saw her headlamp and picked it up for her. So, losing gear is a real possibility. Anything could fall out of your pack in the darkness. They brought the aid station captain over for this situation to get his opinion, and the ruling was disqualification. The runner was more mad than the other three and wouldn’t accept the decision. He got loud and a belligerent, so several people surrounded him. I went around the back side of the aid station to get a better look.

I wasn’t happy that a race videographer, was filming this whole episode from all angles. The cameraman put the camera right up into the runner’s face. I thought it was very demeaning, but he was nonplussed. He continued to argue his case. They forcefully removed his tags from his shoes. I couldn’t believe that this was the same ultra community that I love. It seemed counter to the good will being spread around. It was inconsistent, but again, the rules are the rules. As for the Brazilian, my drivers were taking him straight back to his hotel, so they unloaded my stuff from the back of their car, and I was on my own again.

I walked around looking for anyone that was either going to AS10 Fujiyoshida at the 156.7 km mark, or back to the finish in Kawaguchiko. It was going to be at least three hours for Debbie to reach AS10. AS9 was off-limits to crew, so I had time to arrange a ride, but I was impatient. I went back to the tent and found the woman who informed me about the “no therapy” rules. She had a badge on that said she spoke both English and French. I chose English. She was quite helpful and sympathetic to my situation. I showed her pictures of the flat tire, but she said my best bet was to get a taxi back to the hotel. She said she would arrange it. I really wanted to continue following Debbie and get to that last aid station, but it wasn’t going to work out.

She helped me carry the bag down to the entrance to the park and the taxi was there waiting. It cost me $75 and I fell asleep on the 30 minute ride. I had a whole mini-bus to myself. I arrived at the hotel, brought the gear to the room, ate some food, drank a beer, and washed up. I did some writing, downloaded photos, and waited. Then, I got a text from Nancy. She and Rod were checking up on Debbie and wanted to know if I had an estimate on her finish time. They wanted to go and cheer her at the finish. I explained the situation and said it would likely be between 8:00 and 9:00 P.M.

She replied back quickly and said they wanted to take me to AS10 and that I had to say, “yes.” I told them I was just twiddling my thumbs and would accept the generous offer. I got my energy back, packed the gear bags again, and they picked me up in 10 minutes. It was dark again. We found AS10, which was in an urban location in the center of Fujiyoshida about 20 minutes from Kawaguchiko. We ran into Rob again. I set up Debbie’s stuff and moments later, Christina arrived. Debbie wasn’t far behind. She arrived while Christina was resting in the supporter area. Debbie was on a mission to finish, but it was still a long 11.9 km to Kawaguchiko over some tough mountains. Aliza and others warned us that this section would take a lot longer than expected, and with the wet trails and darkness, that was true.

Debbie didn’t want anything I brought, which told me her mind was on one thing, the line. She refilled her water, had enough food in her pack, and ran out of the station. She stopped to give Rod and Nancy hugs, and was off. Christina left the station just before her. As Debbie ran down the city street, she turned back and yelled to me, “Can you bring Indian food to the finish?”

I replied, “Of course.” And that was that. Rod and Nancy dropped me off at the hotel. I went back to the room, dropped the excess gear, consolidated my pack, and then went to the Indian restaurant. I ate there and got Debbie’s meal to go. Then, I walked the three kilometers to the finish line. I got there just before 8:00 P.M. and watched several runners finish. There was an announcer and they were doing finish line interviews. It was a good vibe with music blaring. I took photos and video. Debbie turned the final corner at 9:15 P.M. and crossed the line in 32 hours 15 minutes, and 42 seconds. She was the 16th woman and 101st overall, but there is story to that too. The posted results show her 15th and 100th. More on this to come.

She was in good shape when she crossed the line. Her celebration was simple compared to some of the Japanese men. It was genuinely amusing and touching to see those guys finish. There approach is very ceremonial, which is . She was greeted by Tsuyoshi Kaburaki, the Race Director, and had a few words with him. Her stomach was fine. She was exhausted, but she sat right down, removed her shoes, and ate the Indian food. Rod and Nancy arrived after their dinner to greet her. Christina finished 12 minutes later. Debbie didn’t realize she had passed her. It was nice that they were close. Both of them had long days.

Rod and Nancy gave us a ride back to the hotel, where we washed up, and slept. We were both very tired. It was nice of the Reynolds to help us out. I got help from a lot of folks and that is appreciated. I’m still amazed by the finish rate. 59.9% of the runners didn’t make it to the line. Between the DNF’s, the DQ’s, and those that missed the time cut, only 41.1% made it to back to Kawaguchiko on their feet. I’m extremely proud of Debbie for being one of them. She had a smooth race compared to past ultras. Despite all of my drama, it didn’t really affect her. She didn’t know about half of it and she was in control all day long. She had her low spots at A3, and again at A8, but her gut was fine, her feet were fine (she discovered some bad blisters afterwards, but that was OK), and she ran within her limits. I’m sure she wishes she went faster. She always does. She knew that after coming so far and competing in a logistically challenging event, that finishing the race was the priority and results were secondary. Her goal was top three in the 40-49 age group, and she ended up 4th when you net out the three 40+ women that were in the top five overall. It was nice that they didn’t “double dip.”

We awoke on Sunday morning and I don’t think I moved an inch all night. She was sore, but felt good. After breakfast, we walked to the finish line for the awards ceremony and to watch the final finishers come in. The runners that are out two nights and finish near the cutoff time (in this case, 46 hours) always amaze me. That is a long time to be awake and on your feet. We cheered several in as we walked along the lake. At the finish line, we saw several friends, connected with Aliza, Gary, Jeff Browning (who finished third with a huge surge in the last 50 km), and others. The ceremony started promptly at 10:00 A.M.

Meghan Hicks from iRunFar, invited me to join her in the fenced off press pit at the front of the stage. I had a great spot to take photos. They did the STY awards first. Then they did the UTMF awards and started with the masters categories. When they announced women’s “Experts” 40-49, they called Debbie’s name. The ceremony was a mix of Japanese and English and wasn’t easy to follow. I was thinking, wow, that’s a nice surprise. We thought she missed third place by one spot. It took a few minutes for her to get to the stage because she was as surprised as me. When she got up on the stage, she looked confused. Meghan remarked that she looked like a “lost puppy.” They positioned her and then called up the age group winner, Kiyomi Kuroda. The second place woman wasn’t there. Then they presented Debbie with her trophy. It was backwards and she looked confused. I yelled out for her to turn it around, but she didn’t. I didn’t know what was going on, but she was figuring it out as it was happening. They awarded first place, brought in the race organizers for more photos, and then brought in the men’s 40-49 age group winners for a joint photo. Then, she was ushered off the stage without her trophy. I didn’t see what happened next, but learned after the ceremony what happened.

Fellow American, Amy Sproston, was third in the age group. I don’t know all the details of her infraction, but it had something to do with receiving aid inside the supporter area from more than one supporter. The claim was that the supporter for a runner who had dropped, had also provided support to Amy, and this was after he was warned. She told Debbie after the fact that she was never warned. Apparently, she learned about her penalty late on Saturday night after she finished. A time penalty was assessed, then, she was disqualified, and then she was reinstated with a time penalty. She doesn’t show up in the current published results, but the live tracker results show her. That trophy that was turned around said “Amy Sproston” on it. Each award winner’s name was written in calligraphy on a piece of wood, harvested from the fallen limbs of a 600 year old tree. I thought that was very cool.

It must have been weird for Debbie to be staring at a trophy with someone else’s name on it and not knowing what was going on. After she came off the stage, she found Amy and they went back with the organizers to sort it out. Amy didn’t get the public recognition, but in the end, they gave third place in the age group back to her. In a nice gesture, Amy used the North Face gift certificate that they awarded her, at the race expo and “split” it with Debbie, giving her a tote back with the UTMF logo in appreciation for being a good sport about the results. It was confusing and amusing, but Debbie didn’t mind. It was fun to get a little recognition, but odd how it ended up. Amy was actually leading the race at W1. She had gone out really hard, but couldn’t hold her position and gave up ground throughout the day. Anyway, it was nice to meet her in person. She has been a very strong runner for many years and now both she and Debbie have their Hardrock 100 qualifiers. Debbie was in the Hardrock lottery after Grindstone, but didn’t get picked and hasn’t had a qualifier since. She will throw her name in the lottery for 2016 and like with Western States, we will see what happens.

There were many fine and inspiring performances at UTMF. The attrition rate was high, but many runners persevered. In the women’s race, Uxue Fraile took the win. Fernanda Maciel and Aliza Lapierre crossed the line together in second. They were followed by Kaori Niwa and Yukako Takashima. On the men’s side, Gediminas Grinius took the win. He was followed by Arnaud Lejeune, Jeff Browning, Sondre Amdahl, and Masatoshi Obara.

So many people were pulling for Debbie to finish. I was able to keep everyone updated via social media, which selfishly, gives me something to do, helps me pass the time, and feeds my desire to be a journalist for the day. I’m happy to share. Debbie inspires me more than anyone else. It will take some time for she and I to step back and reflect on UTMF. The course has its issues. The volunteers were abundant and generally awesome, but there were those handful of incidents that gave us pause. We realized that attempting a race like this in a foreign culture with limited support and no local guide is a stressful challenge. She pulled it off, which means, we pulled it off. We do most everything as a team, and that is the way it ought to be.

Race Results

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2015 CompEdge Cyclocross

Today’s CompEdge Cyclocross was a ton of fun. It was the first time in more than 125 cyclocross races that I’ve ever raced in August. Heck, cross used to be an “offseason” sport. Now, it is the main event. With so little going on in the New England road cycling season, and the triathlon season winding down, I opted to race at Blunt Park in Springfield. It was a dust fest.

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After 17 cross races in 2013, I did zero in 2014 after breaking my shoulder in a hard road crash on Labor Day Weekend last year. I’m 95% recovered from that injury and am ready for a full season of cross culminating with the USA National Cyclocross Championships in Asheville, NC in January 2016. My goal is to do 15 races in the next 14 weeks. I’m feeling good and looking forward to the action.

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10 days ago, Horst Engineering launched our revamped lineup of Horst Spikes, so it’s hard not to be pumped. Today, I used my brand new Sidi mountain shoes with Medium Horst Spikes. The course was a screamer with a ton of turns. My racing age is 44, so that means I’m one of the oldest guys in the Masters 35+ field. I would prefer a 40+ race, but today they only had 45+ and 35+. We started with the Elite/1/2/3 men, so the race was a hammerfest. I covered 9.2 miles in 47:16. There were a lot of turns and it was hard to pass. Blunt is one of those urban parks that isn’t pristine. It’s well used, but it was a nice venue and only 40 minutes from home.

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I’ve got work to do to improve my ranking after not racing in 2014. I’m ready for the fun. Today, I had a good ride and was focused on form and getting back in the groove. I was pleased to finish 4th in my age group (I think 19th including the young guns), which scored me $30. That’s $5 short of the entry fee. If I had pre-registered, I would have made a profit. Of course, no one profits from racing amateur cyclocross. Of course, I can claim that I get “paid to ride.” Just don’t tell the IRS! They collect enough tax from our family business.

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Thank you to the Cyclonauts for putting on the event. Team Horst Sports had a nice day. Matt Domnarski took the win in the 45+ race. Ted D’Onofrio joined him for the event. I was joined in the 35’s by my colleague and friend, Arthur Roti. He and I both also ride for Team Seven Cycles. Our Mudhoney’s are dusty, but they worked great! The fact that cyclocross season is underway made up for my awful attempt to make pancakes for breakfast. Every one I cooked stuck to the pan. It was more like scrambled pancakes. I boiled over the maple syrup when warming it on the burner. It was a disaster. Debbie came to the rescue in time for me to head to the race.

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I’m still searching for one more sprint triathlon to wrap up the season, but the options are few and far between now that my schedule is loaded up with travel and of course, cyclocross.

John Salley & the Vegan Vine

This morning, I was able to visit Allan S. Goodman, Inc. for their weekly sales meeting. Goodman, a family owned business, is run by Dave Heller, a YPO friend. Goodman and sister company, Rogo Distributors, are very close and are long time East Hartford neighbors. So close, that this morning, I rode my bike to Goodman from our  Burnham Street plant in nine minutes. It took a few minutes longer on the way back because I had to go up Long Hill, and I had a bottle of wine in each of my panniers. Goodman couldn’t be more different from Horst Engineering. We have entirely different products, but business is business, and I find any capitalist venture fascinating. Capitalist ventures that feature wine tasting on Friday mornings are near the top of my list!

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This sales meeting was extra special because they had a guest. The guest was John Salley, who had a nice career as a professional basketball player in the NBA and has followed it up with a career as a wellness advocate and media personality. Salley’s latest venture is as part-owner of the Vegan Vine, a Northern Central Coast of California winery. Salley’s presence made for a lively Goodman sales meeting that was part pep rally, and part information session. I was invited as Dave’s “vegan friend.” That label made me laugh, but I’m proud of my lifestyle.

When I pulled in to the Goodman parking lot on my bike, Salley happened to be coming into the building. It’s hard to miss a six foot-11 inch man, especially one who I watched many times in the 1980’s and 1990’s when I loved to watch TV sports. As I dismounted, I said, “Good morning.” His first words to me were, “Thanks for doing your part to take care of the planet.” I thought that was pretty cool and it was a nice way to start a Friday. He made a good first impression with his big smile and cheer.

After I parked my bike in the lobby, Dave and I sat in his office and spent 30 minutes quizzing John on business, wine, basketball, wellness, Hollywood, and life. We had a fun chat. Salley is a smooth talker, quick-witted, and irreverent. Honestly, I didn’t know he was such a champion of animal rights, a plant-based diet, and other wellness related topics. He is base in Los Angeles and I haven’t owned a TV since I left my parents house in 1997, so his more recent celebrity status was off my radar. I’m glad I didn’t know much about his wellness career because he had me laughing heartily on multiple occasions.

The sales meeting was hilarious. 40 of us were in stitches as he pitched his wines, told stories, and cracked jokes. He pushed the sales team to get out there and push his wines. That’s their job with a package store on every corner. At $14,99/bottle, the Cabernet Sauvignon and Chardonnay are both reasonably priced. He stressed that the wine stands on the merits of its quality and that the vegan characteristics are an added bonus. I wish I had a recording because some of his thoughts about veganism were excellent. His humor was spot on. He isn’t politically correct, but his matter of fact style is fun and engaging. After the meeting, he was happy to take #salleyselfies and proved that no selfie stick could compete with his long arm. He didn’t judge those with questions about veganism. Several people professed that they eat meat, but he was OK with that. He is proud that his wine is served at some of New York’s best steak houses because it’s a good wine.  Despite this, his passion for his causes came through loud and clear. He said that he doesn’t eat meat because he wants to be strong as an ox, so he eats what they eat:  plants. He said he wants to be as strong as an 800 pound gorilla, so he eats what they eat: plants. His life changed in 1991 when a friend helped him realize that he was poisoning his body. She helped him reverse course and go from an unsustainable and unhealthy lifestyle to one that now revolves around care for his body, mind, spirit, other living things, and the Earth.

His story resonated with me and the wine was pretty good too. Most wines contain egg whites, casein, and other animal products. They are used as “fining agents.” In addition to being vegan, the Vegan Vine’s wines are made sustainably and in an all natural way. Salley has been involved with the parent organization, Clos LaChance, for three years. They went through a period of new product development, rebranding, and bottle redesign. Now they are finally hitting the road in an effort to expand distribution. The Goodman sales meeting served as the launch for eastern Connecticut. The wine will be rolled out in Massachusetts and Rhode Island in early 2016. It is already available in New York, New Hampshire, Maine, and elsewhere outside of the northeast.

Meeting Salley, talking shop, and learning a bit more about the wine distribution business was a great way to spend 60 minutes on a Friday morning. By 10:00 A.M., I was back at our plant, and focused on precision machining again.

2015 Emerald Necklace 3-Day Stage Race

Today, Debbie completed the MadAthlete Emerald Necklace 3-Day Stage Race in Andover, New Hampshire. This 80 mile trail running race included all of the 75 mile Sunapee-Ragged-Kearsage-Greenway (aka Emerald Necklace) hiking trail in the Lake Sunapee region of central New Hampshire.

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The 80 mile loop course was split into three stages with each stage starting at 7:00 A.M. There was about 13,000 feet of elevation gain and 13,000 feet of elevation loss over the course. The mix of rugged mountain trails, dirt roads, asphalt roads, and rail trail made for a nice mix of terrain. Three major peaks were summited: Ragged Mountain Mount Kearsage, and Mount Sunapee.

  • Stage 1, Friday, 25 miles
  • Stage 2, Saturday, 24 miles
  • Stage 3, Sunday, 32 miles

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This was the second year for the race. The SKRG trail is “blazed,” but the markings were a challenge in 2014. This year, they were better, but the format of this race calls for runners to care maps with them and do a bit of navigating. There weren’t a lot of added course markings. 14 one page maps and descriptions were provided and pre-race meetings the night before each stage covered the details. Debbie thrives on this sort of race. Her first multi-day race was last month’s Speedgoat Mountain Races, though she has done several multi-day adventure races in the past.

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About 43 runners started the event on Friday. Some did it as two person teams, but most did it solo. Debbie will write her own blog post and likely describe more of the logistics. This was a challenging format to follow, but a very fun format. There wasn’t as much opportunity to crew as traditional ultras, but the race organizers had lots of support. I didn’t arrive with our kids until Saturday mid-day. Debbie had already completed the 25 mile stage on Friday.

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We got there just in time and saw her finish the 24 mile stage 2. We had a blast hanging out at the finish yesterday, which was at the Sunapee Middle High School. The school also served as a base camp, where starting on Thursday night, the runners slept in their tents set-up on the Little League field. Runners were required to camp at the venue after each stage. The runners were also required to carry a pack and other mandatory gear.

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On Friday morning, they drove their cars to the start on Friday, for stage 1, which was also the finish for stage 3. They were bused back to the base camp after the finish of State 1. On Saturday, they were taken by bus to the start and then finished at the school where their tents were set-up. Today, they started at the base camp and ran to the finish at Potter Place Railroad Station.

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This race had a real community atmosphere. It was a small field, which was probably the result of a lack of marketing, the entry fee ($400), and the three-day format requiring at least one day off from work. Our home in Connecticut is 2.5 hours from the SRKG, so Debbie as able to leave on Thursday afternoon and get there in time for the first meeting. I got help from both sets of grandparents to watch our kids on Friday.

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I collected them on Saturday morning, spent a little time at work, and then drove up to catch Debbie. As I mentioned, we were fortunate to catch her. Stage 2 turned out to be her toughest day. She won the first stage in 5:54:56 and was 5th overall. I don’t have much detail on the race because I wasn’t there. I know that she had about an eight minute gap to Allyson Koenig. I also know that it rained most of the day on Friday. Ally got the better of Debbie on stage 2, but only by 23 seconds. They were together for quite some time, but Ally pulled ahead in the last mile. Debbie finished in 5:19:49. She ran out of water with three miles to go and faded in the mid-day heat. The weather was much warmer and dry on Saturday. She admitted that not having the proper hydration was a mistake, but it didn’t cost her badly.

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Our longtime family friend, Marjorie, joined us at the finish. There were some fun things to do for family members. At the finish of stage 2, there were “kiddie pools” and a dunk tank, which drew a crowd. Marjorie and her husband, Len, moved from Connecticut to New Hampshire several years ago, and they were happy to host us. We were happy to stay with them. The kids and I stayed at their home and Debbie joined us for some afternoon fun on Little Lake Sunapee. I brought her back to the school for the meeting (it was 10 minutes away), then back to the house for dinner, and then back to the school for bedtime. We got to visit our friend’s farm, the Bucklin Farm, which is historic. The farm has not been a “working farm” for years, so it will be interesting to watch its transformation.

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Today, the 32 mile stage passed very close to the house. The weather was fine. It was mixed sun and clouds, with a cooler temperature compared to yesterday. I attempted to catch her at Aid Station 1 (11 mile mark), but missed her by eight minutes. She was ahead of schedule. I was able to see her at Aid Station 2 (19 mile mark) and walked with her for a little ways before returning to the house to pack up our gear and grab the kids.

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We got to the finish at Potter Place in time to have some fun and hang out. The old train depot was a neat venue for the race. We were surprised and thrilled to be joined by Debbie’s coach, Al Lyman, and his friend Terry. We love spending time with them. We were last at a big race together in May at the Miwok 100K. There was a caboose right at the finish line, which made for great scenery. The kids had a blast playing on and around the tracks.

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The last two miles of the race were on the unpaved rail trail that passes through the depot. It may have actually stopped there, but I didn’t notice. Debbie finished strongly in 6:29:38. Her total time for the three stages was 17:44:23, which was faster than last year’s first woman. She felt great today. When I saw her at mile 19, she was pumped to be feeling so good and she picked it up a notch in the last 13 miles. She loved the trails. She got to run with a variety of guys over the three days.

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Ally finished the final stage with Kristie Clark, who was third on stages 1 and 2. Ally ended up 2nd overall and Kristie was third. I didn’t get the last names of all the men, but will update their results when posted online.

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The race directors, Tom Flummerfelt (who recently set the FKT on the SRKG) and Mike Sarnowski,  got strong support from a cadre of volunteers. The post-race spread after each stage was high quality with lots of options for the runners. The aid stations were also well stocked. Proceeds from the race benefitted the Chad Denning Memorial Fund. Chat was a friend and fellow endurance athlete. Along with Tom, he was a co-founder of the event, and tragically died in 2014 after the inaugural race. This year’s event was held in his honor.

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Runners got some nice gear prizes. Debbie got some nice items and a cool trophy platter with the map of the course. While I was watching and taking photos, I was wishing I was out there running. It looked like a fun event. One of the only downers was that we had two cars and both had to drive home. That wasn’t as bad for me, but for Debbie, after three days of running, I’m sure she wasn’t happy to drive herself. Regardless, we ended another great weekend in the mountains.

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Race Results

2015 Winding Trails Off-Road Summer Tri Series

Last year was a tough sporting year, but thanks to the challenges I faced, 2015 has been a fantastic comeback year and the results have been even sweeter than imagined. I haven’t “gone long” but the short sprint triathlons and other local races I’ve done have been so much fun. Of all the races I missed in 2014, the Winding Trails Summer Triathlon Series races were the ones I missed the most.

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The 10 race series celebrated its 15th year and 150th event tonight at the season finale. That is an amazing accomplishment. I have more than 30 of them on my palmares. The format, a 1/4 mile swim/5 mile mountain bike/3.1 mile trail run is tried and true. I raced 9 of the 10 events this summer. I skipped the race that was the day before the Pat Griskus Triathlon.

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The epic “tempest” race didn’t count towards the results, so rather than scoring on your best eight finishes, the overall results were scored on your best seven finishes. I was fortunate to win five of the nine races I entered and was second in the other four (behind four different competitors) which secured me the overall win. I had an insurmountable lead going into tonight’s race, but I was focused on finishing with a very strong result. Last week, Jon Arellano out kicked me in the final meters and that stung a bit. I was proud of his victory, his first in many years trying.

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I didn’t have the best preparation for tonight’s race, but that is out it goes. If you choose to “go hard” on the weekends, then you aren’t always fresh for Tuesday night. That is one of the things that makes the series so challenging. You have to bring your best effort every week and remain consistent all summer long. Climbing Mt. Washington twice in a weekend (once on my bike and once on my feet) left my legs heavy and sore, but I was determined to push through the discomfort. I had a decent swim and a strong bike. Ken Schulz is my usual benchmark, and he held me off until the start of the run, so I knew that A) he was having a good ride and B) I was going to have to suffer on the run.

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I knew that Jon would be breathing down my neck. I passed him, Roberto Diniro, and Joel Emmendorfer, all serious rivals, earlier on the mountain bike leg. It was a warm night, but a very pleasant night. After passing Ken, I set the pace as hard as I could, going through the first mile in 6:34 and then the second mile in 6:25. The trail was a bit rougher than usual with wood chips and eroded sand making for some challenging footing. I decided to not look back until I could feel Jon breathing down my neck. I knew he was coming. His running has been getting stronger all summer. Coming in to tonight, we have had two fierce sprint finishes and I felt that we were in for a third.

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I punched it on the last few uphill sections hoping to stave him off, but he closed in on me on the final descent before the bridge. I chose to glance back twice to get a sense of where he was and to ensure that he wouldn’t jump me. I was throughly beaten in the sprint last week, but felt that I had better legs despite the biking and hiking in New Hampshire. I surged with 100 meters to go, but he passed me on the left. I didn’t let go, didn’t give up, and pulled even again before unleashing a furious kick up the right side. He had worked very hard to close the gap and I knew that if I sustained my sprint, that he would break. He had nothing left to give and in a role reversal, eased just before the finish, giving me a well fought victory. That made me smile.

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I was absolutely cooked. We have been pushing each other all summer long and for a couple of 40+ year-old athletes, that is very cool. That intensity and competition is why we race. In the overall standings, I was followed by Jon (who leapt from 4th) and then Roberto.  Debbie came into the series sitting in third a mere two points out of first. She needed to pick up a couple of minutes on her rival, Lizz Weiler, who took over the lead last week. She moved up one spot and came oh so close to making it a husband/wife top step of the podium, but Lizz prevailed. Debbie was 2nd and Alison Masopust was third overall.

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Our children both did the kids race and had a blast. My parents and Debbie’s parents came to watch. The post-race festivities were fantastic and full of good cheer. Race Director, Sharon McHale, was honored for her 15 years of service. She said she is “retiring,” so we will see what 2015 brings. The best and worst award that I received was a free entry into next year’s series. The 10 races take a serious commitment. It isn’t easy to work all day, fight the Hartford and Farmington traffic, and push yourself week in and week out. I haven’t set any goals for next year, so I’ll give it some time before deciding if I’m gunning for the series title again. This was my first after being runner-up in the past, so it is a nice accomplishment and one that I’m proud of. I love the Winding Trails community. Sharon, Tiny Tri Race Director Jimena Florit, the staff, and volunteers do a great job. The race has many great sponsors including Fleet Feet, Collinsville Canoe & Kayak, CT Outdoor Guide, CCAP, Timex, Biker’s Edge, Central Wheel, Newington Bicycle, Berlin Bicycle,  and Team Horst Engineering’s shop sponsor, Benidorm Bikes. There were some fine results from my teammates on the Hartford Extended Area Triathletes. The race has introduced hundreds of athletes to the sport of triathlon. The kids race, Tiny Tri, and main event have a high status in my ranking of well-run events.

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I’m hoping to do one more road sprint triathlon before hanging up the wetsuit and triathlon bike for the season. Cyclocross season is coming and I’m planning to translate my sprint fitness into good cross results. I won’t get too far ahead of myself. Right now, I’m ready for a shower bedtime because the Wednesday after Winding Trails always brings one sure thing…work, and I’m on the road again.

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Race #10 Results

Series Results (will be posted when available)

Horst Engineering

Thread Rolling Inc.

Sterling Machine

Horst Spikes


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