Running and Racing Not Going To Plan? Just Sue 'Em

America, land of the free, fat, and litigious, has found an outlet for running and racing plans that don't go their way. Just sue somebody! Lawsuits have long been a tradition of our great nation - we have more lawyers per capita than any country in the world, filing over 16 million lawsuits per year. No sense in the running community being left out!

Lawsuits can often come in glorious colors, such as the frivolous insanity of suing Budweiser because their beer ads don't deliver the promise of promiscuous women, claiming emotional distress from watching women use urinals in a men's bathroom, suing a weatherman for not saying it was going to rain, going after Michael Jordan because you are tired of people saying you look like him, suing your health club for not providing a "full complimentary breakfast" as claimed, or even suing yourself from prison. American law has sound process, but the use of that law can sometimes make you scratch your head. Then again, it's the law that keeps pressure on some of those fitness product advertising claims that are, at best, in the dark end of the grey areas of promised fitness.

Here are some interesting lawsuits/settlements that have come to the running community as of late:

• Valerie Bezdek of Pineleas County, FL, has started a class action lawsuit against Vibram for false claims of fitness from their barefoot running shoes. The claim says “Unbeknownst to consumers, [Vibram's] health-benefit claims are deceptive because FiveFingers are not proven to provide any of the health benefits beyond what conventional running shoes provide,” the lawsuit alleges. “Indeed, running in FiveFingers may increase injury risk as compared to running in conventional running shoes, and even when compared to running barefoot.” Doh!
• Robert Fecteau of Richmond, VA, is suing the organizers of the 2010 Filthy 5K Mud Run, for negligence after he became partially paralyzed in a mud pit near the finish. But get this - he wasn't even a registered runner! He borrowed a friend's number, but claims his bandit status was irrelevant, because even if he had signed the liability waiver, the waiver wouldn't hold up in Virginia court. Whoa. Is any race director safe? God forbid there isn't enough water at an aid station, or racers may have grounds to sue the race directors.
• The FTC has been diligent around the claims of new fitness shoes, getting Reebok to pay $25 million back to consumers for false claims around how their shoes tone specific muscles, and Skechers to shell out $40m for their Lindsey Lohan-pitched ass-toning shape-up line. Glad to see them cracking down, but I suspect the two companies have already made billions. Are those the Skechers that Meb runs in? Maybe he can sue if he doesn't get a gold medal at the London Games.
• I've been enjoying running in my Spiras, a shoe with a titanium spring in the forefoot, but had no idea they had to sue the USATF and IAAF for banning their shoes for being too fast. No press is bad press, I guess!
• Have you ever fallen during a high school track meet? Go ahead and sue your coaches. Coach didn't give you enough races at the 5k distance? Threaten to sue 'em for only getting a small scholarship instead of a big one.
• In a story so crazy I had to read it twice to believe it, a women is suing a dead teen-ager's estate after the teen ran across railroad tracks, was struck by a train, and a "sizeable body part" flung up onto the platform and hit the plaintiff. Yes, that is really happening.

It's sad, really. Evidence of a system of law that allows, if not challenges, citizens to test the limits. I've often felt that "assuming risk" and being willing to take on a little adventure was the most important part of signing up for a race. You want to put yourself in a situation where anything could happen, and that's why do races, try new products, and get outside! It's a shame these lawsuits will contribute to the high cost of races, or perhaps limit the range of adventures put in front of us.

The price of freedom, I guess.

- SD

Ultramarathon runners hope to raise their profile, and their prize money (The Washington Post)

The Washington Post ran an article this morning about the growing demand of trail and ultrarunning, and the desire by its top runners to have bigger prize money. I swear I've read this article a few dozen times already in the last five years, but this one is put together nicely with comments from Karl Meltzer and Anton Krupicka. Be sure to give it a read!

The Naked Fun of the 2012 Bay to Breakers

Here's a quick photo montage of the 2012 Bay to Breakers in San Francisco, CA, where the local freaks fly their flags high! I ran a quick 49:01 on a beautiful sunny SF day, then walked back through the course to see all the costumes and revelry. It still seems tame compared to previous years, but it's a lot of fun!

(The ape is back!)

(Lincecum fits in a 12k before pitching today)

(Now that's what I call minimalist!)

(The elite women hit the streets)

(Una Broderick, George Ehigiator, Brian "Apeman" Cooke, Meb Keflezighi [finished 6th], Uli Stedl [11th], Direba Merga [3rd], Sammy Kitwara [1st], Tesfy Sendeku [5th])

(Kiss my ass for luck!)

(and we're off!)

(Mile 1)

(Nice view!)

(Crowds were dressing up too)

(Thumbs up from Elvis!)

(Local flavor)

(Hayes Hill is rocking out)

(Grunt)

(High speed joggling!)

(When it comes to drums, size does matter)

(Getting swallowed by the Google centipede, who ended up running a clockwise circle around me for fun on the corner)

(Finish!)

(The Zazzle twins)

(Costumes abound)

(Let that burn into your retinas)

(Lego people!)

(Avengers and the Hall of Justice talk business)

(Bare to Breakers)

(I wonder what he takes pictures of?)

(I feel like a kid!)

(Not a tan line to be found)

(Getting the groove on)

(The fox is stoked, the Joke is planning something)

(Uncle Sam is a bunch of bull)

(The biggest freaks of all...the Jesus Freaks)

(Three flamingos, a cat, and a many-time finisher)

(Ronnie pushes drugs on the kids)

(Out-apeing the apes)

(Wild pack of Elvi)

(TSA folks asking everyone to have their boarding passes ready)

(American Gladiators throw down on Hayes)

(Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker)

(Whoa! A swarm of orange)

(I just can't stop feeling my breasts!)

Sabrina Moran Breaks 24-Hour American Record (147.90 miles)

Sabrina Moran broke the American Record for the 24-Hour run at a windy day at the North Coast 24 Hour Race in Cleavland, OH. Her total of 147.90 miles beat Sue Ellen Trapp's long-standing record of 145.288 miles, and also garnered her the USATF National Championship. Her entertaining and humble blog entry is worth a read.

Jon Olsen won the Men's division with 158.53 miles, just two weeks after representing the US at the 100k World Championships.

Calfornia's Longest Party - The 194-Mile Relay

Last weekend, I had the great pleasure of joining 200 teams of twelve runners for The Relay, a 194-mile team race from Calistoga to Santa Cruz in Northern California. Dubbed "California's Longest Party", this was going to be my first foray into the team format, and with the great weather, it was bound to be an adventure!

As we headed up to Napa in Van #2, the six runners in Van #1 were already running their way from Calistoga in 4-6 mile segments on a hot and steamy afternoon. The two vans would trade off every 40 miles or so, going straight through the night. Team "Follow You, Follow Me" was on its way! We were a motley crew of PayPal employees and friends from varying running backgrounds, most of us virgins to the team format and new to each other. Our team captain, Jessi Tran, had every logistic nailed to get us to the finish by Sunday night, and encouraged us all to just have fun.

(Team Follow You, Follow Me)

At first glance, it wasn't clear to me how we would squeeze "fun" out of a 30+ hour road trip with strangers. Honestly, that's a LOT of drive time. Plus they were co-workers, so I couldn't let my ultrarunning freak flag fly too much. ;-) Worries disappeared instantly when we arrived at the first exchange and found rows of decorated vans and hundreds of runners in goofy outfits, laughing and introducing themselves to each other. This truly was a party! The vibe was addictive, and all for fundraising for Organs R' Us, the oddly named but important charity to help match organ donors.

(Van art)

(Jaeson gets a high five from Bob when he finishes a hot leg)

Our teammates from Van #1 looked fried from the 90+ degree heat as they pulled in, and they were happy to hand off to Fang Lin, our first runner and mobile engineer extraordinaire. Van #1 (Michelle Peng, Jaeson Augustine, Bob Angus, Rachel Shey, Leo Castro, and Jessi) then found some shade to catch a few z's in the short 4-5 hour break they had. Not that it was really 4 hours, since they had to drive to go meet us...sleep breaks were 2.5 hours at most.

(Fang takes the baton!)

(Van #1 catches a snooze)

We drove along the course with Fang, stopping every mile or two to offer water and some C&C Music Factory blasting from the speakers. Her segment was ranked "moderate", but those hills seemed pretty steep to me...gulp, what does that mean for my "very hard" segments?!?

(Kate, Connie, and Jessica share a laugh)

Fang passed our baton (actually a wrist band) to Connie Wu, who also had a hilly section through the wine country. Connie also works at PayPal, and had joined the running team just a few weeks before to fill in for a sick runner. She tackled the hills and heat with gusto, pointing out the wineries along the way. We were all noticing new window graffiti on our van...we had been tagged! Thank god it wasn't one of the super crude tags like "I have a hard third leg" that we were seeing everywhere. We looked for every opportunity to return the favor.

(Mmmm...chorizo)

Connie finished strong and handed off to Jessica Wager, who had come all the way from Omaha, NB, to get her first glimpse of the wine country. Her persistent smile was evidence this was the start of her vacation, and she would return to Napa for a week of wine and restaurants as soon as the race was done. Nice!

(Jessica gets it done)

Next it was the "old guy"s turn (ie, me), and I lucked out that the sun had already started to come down and give me a break from the heat. It was hard not to "race" with all these runners just a few hundred yards ahead, but I threw in some fun by drinking beer instead of water for all my aid station stops. I swear, it makes you go faster!

(Enjoying a beer mid-segment)

(Kate takes the hand off)

Kate Janes took the baton from me and flew out of Petaluma with an effortless stride that showed her Division III cross country and track roots. We had a ringer! She didn't even mind added a few extra miles with an unexpected detour through downtown Petaluma. Not bad for someone who joined the team less than 48 hours before we started. ;-)

(Running by moonlight)

Scott Chow was our closer, and he pulled us into the next van exchange just as the sun went down. Wow, we're done already? The time does really fly. We wished Van #1 the best of luck, and headed to Fairfax for some dinner and a few hours sleep. It donned on me how much I was getting to know my teammates as we spoke about growing up in the midwest, Scott's upcoming wedding, and those golden college days (recent for most of these characters). I pulled the old guy excuse when seeing our choice of lawns to sleep on and got hotel rooms for a short break and an oh-so-delicious shower, despite the fact a local rock band would be playing yards away from us the whole time. Aaaahhh....then RING!!!! 2am, time to get moving again. Good Lord.

(Sleep when you can)

We picked up at the Golden Gate Bridge, where Van #1 told us of humming cows, drunken revelry from Mill Valley locals, and long stretches across open space lit only by the moonlight. They were ready for some sleep! We rotated through our runners, going through the Presidio, down Hwy 1, and watched the sun come up along Skyline Blvd above Pacifica. My segment was a short one that pulled us into my hometown of Woodside, and I convinced the team to have breakfast at Buck's and crash at my pad rather than sleep in the gym at Canada College. Old guy excuses again!

(Scott Chow cruises down Canada)

My dogs Ace and Martha were thrilled to have sleepy, salty strangers show up. After some tail-wagging and excited greeting, they soon joined the runners to crash on the couch for an afternoon snooze. Two hours later, time to get back on the road! Oy.

(Beautiful day in Woodside)

Van #1 got us all the way to the top of Hwy 9, with Bob Angus and Leo Castro taking the brutal 3-mile legs straight up the hill. There weren't many other runner vans at the exchange, and for good reason...we were in last place! That would explain why all the volunteers were so glad to see us. ;-) The organizers suggested "parallel running" where we tackled a few legs at the same time, and we soon caught up with the last few teams as we went through Boulder Creek and Ben Lomond. I had a great "very hard" section that cut into the redwoods to a rock quarry, and then joined Kate for her "very hard" section which was quiet, graceful, and amazing.

(Leo tackles the hill that never ends)

(Van #1 gets it done!)

Before we knew it, Scott Chow was coming down the finish chute near Davenport, CA, around 6pm, and the whole team joined him across the finish line. 30 hours and change for 195th place! What an adventure! The winning team had started six hours after us, yet still finished five hours earlier...incredible. But I wouldn't trade our finish for anything. Despite offering to cover any segments that folks didn't want to do, they all pulled through with style.

(We did it!)

(A happy team!)

My state of mind was similar to after a 100-miler...more tired from sleep deprivation than running, but feeling alive and thankful for the opportunity to experience so much beautiful country in the presence of good people. The beer and pie at the Whale Beach Grill tasted fantastic, and I toasted my new friends on their accomplishment. I was super proud of us. It's a strange format for a race, but what great stories we will tell! I highly recommend you all try it!