Name: C. Myron"kip" Buck IV
City: Beaverton
State: OR.
Country: USA


Nationality: US Citizen (half Irish/half Heinz 57)
Occupation: Footwear CAD Designer
Birthday: March 28th, 1952
Age: 49
T-Shirt: XL


Number of Years Running: 18 years
Number of Marathons: 22

Distances:

50k-


50mi-


100km-


100mi-Leadville Trail 100 1994 (DNF)
Leadville Trail 100 1995 131st 29hr 57min


100mi+-

Previous Badwater Racing:
Previous Badwater Crewing:
Previous Badwater Clinic


Best Ultra Run Experience:

Having run two ultra events; the first one becoming lost at around mile 65 ( with my pacer), and then coming back the next year to compete with the worst weather ever in the race, and finishing; you might think that just finishing the race would have been the best experience that I had, but it wasn't. Not that it wasn't satisfying, but there has always been more to a race than crossing the finish line. I would have to say that the time I spent before the race, being with the fellow racers, eating together, exchanging tips, and stories was some of the most lasting memories I value. Getting a chance to talk with Ann Trason, and her husband, and then later seeing them in the race made it much more personal. I would have to say the same thing about the Tarahumara Indians.

In 1995 there was a fellow runner from Texas, in fact that is what I called him. We had run together off and on during the race, and as we came into the last section of the race I had caught up to him, and he was having a hard time(especially from his pacer) and we (my sister and myself) gave him some extra encouragement to finish, and he did about three minutes before us. It is the nature of all good people engaged in a struggle that goes beyond the physical, to share and strengthen.


Weird Experience:

In the 1995 Leadville race, as I was coming up to the top of the pass at 12,600 ft., the weather had just stopped snowing, the lightning had just paused for a moment, and it seemed that it was unusually quiet. Usually when you hit this spot your head is down and you are focusing on what is directly before you, there came a slight noise from my left, and there came bounding down the mountain, a mountain goat, free, and unencumbered.Flying over the ground. My wife always says when she sees something that she would like to do, but hasn't put in the time to try something like that-"My spirit can do that!", and at this period of time that is what I felt like.

It reminded me of the time I was climbing on Mt.Rainer, and I had sat down to take a drink of water. It was early in the afternoon, and the snow had just started to melt at altitude. As I sat there a large cloud of small yellow butterflies came up the mountain to drink from the small droplets of melted snow. They completely covered me in a soft moving blanket as they rested, and then flew back down the mountain.
Although I have climbed other mountains, and hiked 100's of miles I have yet to see another mountain goat or to be\ covered with a blanket of butterflies.

When the race was over I asked some of the other racers if they had seen it, and even some of those who were close to me said that they had not.

Was it real? It was to me, and I recall with fondness its mystery.


Challenge:

The 1995 Leadville Trail 100.

That year a monsoon storm came up out of the Gulf, and swept across Colorado. I had been there with my son for two and a half weeks, and we had expereinced the occasional thunderstorm that passes away after a short time, but this was much more that that.

The trails that we had trained over were turned into small running creeks, the river that we had crossed the day before was up to my chest, and the rain that lasted for 35 miles was blowing horizontal across the flats.
My son and father were the first people at the river, and they made a rope crossing, and helped a number of runners across the river before the other volunteers came with their wet suits. Racers were dropping out because it was so miserable.

I have always been a middle of the pack runner except for my track years in high school. I had every intention of finishing the race in under 25 hours, and I could see my hopes slipping away. The trails were slick, and muddy even after the rain had stopped, by feet had some water blisters on them, and on the way back to leadville I fell and cracked a rib. (It almost reminds you of that joke about the dog named "Lucky".)
But we finished. My family being my biggest supporters, it has to be "we".


Why:

To truthful I got bored with marathons. They weren't fun anymore. It is not that they didn't challenge me, but to run isn't always about how fast can you go, but can I get there.

Ulras seemed out there, almost unabtainable. Could I push myself to the limit? What was my limit? Who was I really inside?

I began to understand that beyond the physical barriers, there were barriers that I wanted to cross that were mental, and even spiritual that could only be accomplished by a supreme challenge. I run these to make myself different from thos e around me that run like deer, and glory in 25 minutes. Here I can find the solitude in training, the quiet morning runs, the trails less traveled in the Columbia Gorge, and put myself in a state that is more in tune with the struggle and reward of life.


Why badwater:

After reading an article on the net about the race in the Sahara Desert were they race for six days, and go 150 miles, and then some of the competitors saying after it is over, that that was not the hardest race that they had run, but it was the Badwater.

I have never went back to Leadville to race after 1995. It wasn't that I was burnt out, it was that it was not a challenge.

I had put together a team for the Eco Challenge the year after I came back from Leadville, but the corporate sponsor pulled their funding from us at the last minute.

I will never be able to go to the Sahara, to be part of a RAID team, but I can do something that only requires my dedication, and the support of my family.
It is a once in a lifetime opportunity, a new challenge, new weather, and new people.


Other Exp.:

Some of the other things that I have done-
I have raced the HOOD to Coast Relay (This race starts at Mt. Hood, and goes to the coast. About 196 miles) eleven times.
The Rainer to Coast Relay ( about the same as the above except from Mt. Rainer) twice.
The Seattle to Portland Cycle Race(196 miles) Three times.
I have climbed Mt. Hood 9 times, although I have attempted 11.
I have climbed Mt. Rainer once(and slept in the summit crater)and have tried it twice.
I have beeen a Scoutmaster/Asst. Scoutmaster for 15 years, and some of the 60-75 miles hikes we have taken have seemed like an ultra experience.


Media:

No.


More Media:

I do not believe so.


Charity:

No.


English: yes
Crew English: yes
Hike: no
Permit: yes


Resume: I am not a world class runner. I have been a middle of the pack person, and I have only attempted and finished things because of the challenge. I have listed some of the things I have done in the "other" ultra sport area. I would hope that you might consider my application. I thank you for your time, and consideration.
Sincerly- kip