Buff® Headwear is the greatest thing in the world

Disclaimer: I received a Buff® Full Headband to review as part of being a BibRave Pro. Learn more about becoming a BibRave Pro (ambassador), and check out BibRave.com to review find and write race reviews!

The title might give it away, but I am absolutely in love with Buff® products. I have about 8 (9?) Full headbands and 2 half UV Buff®. I wear them constantly. It is probably the most versatile piece of equipment in my exercise arsenal, as I use it for not only keeping my copious amounts of hair out of my face when running, but as a protective layer under my helmet for biking, around my wrist to wipe excess sweat off if I choose to wear a hat while running, around my neck to dump ice into during really hot runs, and as a covering if I happen to fall on the trail and bust my leg open on some gnarly rocks. I even used it the last couple nights as an eye covering to sleep with. My wife was watching a movie when I went to bed and instead of burying my face in a pillow, I thought I’d fold up a Full Buff® Headband and cover my eyes and ears with it. It worked great! At least for my eyes, I would not recommend Buff® Headbands as ear protection for noise reduction.

While this is all information you could garner from their website and superb sponsored athlete videos, I also think that it helps to hear how amazing Buff® products are from a regular consumer, who even prior to testing this new Full headband, had already purchased and used more than half a dozen of the things. I bought several a few years back when they had a big sale at REI and have used them almost exclusively since. Even in the cold North Dakota winter, I tend to use a Buff® underneath a trucker or other running hat and that works just great to keep my head warm enough while also letting heat out. This is perhaps the only downside I have concerning Buff® products, my head does tend to get very warm and when a Full or even half band is wrapped around my head, I stay very warm. Great in the winter, not as much when the temps creep close to triple digits. Go to http://www.BuffUSA.com to check out these amazing products!


BibRave Ninja


    • Disclaimer: I received a stick of Bodyglide to review as part of being a BibRave Pro. Learn more about becoming a BibRave Pro (ambassador), and check out BibRave.com to review find and write race reviews!


Chafing. The bane of all athletes existences. Except for maybe a few who enjoy it, in a weird, creepy way. But we won’t speak of them. I chafe when I run. Particularly in the summer when I exist in singlets or without a shirt. The skin on skin rubbing on my arms and chest inevitably becomes chafed as the miles grow. I sort of assumed that it was just how it was. I’d heard of this “Bodyglide” business, but hadn’t really given it much thought.

I didn’t know anyone else who said it was a useful tool. They all just joked about the chafe. And I suffered silently. And occasionally bloodily. And blistery.

I was sent a stick of Bodyglide to test as part of my participation as a BibRave Pro, and don’t know why I never tried the stuff before, but am so glad I finally did! Admittedly, adding something new into my routine is always hard as I usually just want to rush out the door and get moving.

But once I started putting the stick right next to my shoes, I used the stuff. And instantly, literally just like that, no more chafe under my left arm. At All!


Yeah…that’s the spot!

Since that day, no more chafe! And I plan to keep it that way. Forever.

Another awesome thing about Bodyglide is this. For a while now, I’ve been dealing with hot spots and blisters on my feet from my shoes. Didn’t matter what shoes or socks, I got blisters. So I figured, what the hell, why not try this stuff down there too? And you know what? No more issues!

Sure it’s weird putting something that kind of looks like deodorant on your feet, but if it works then so what?  I’ll spare you a photo of my feet as they’re truly horrendous looking. But trust me, the stuff works wherever you put it. At least the places I’ve put it. Totally recommend it for every runner, biker, hiker, cyclist, dancer, yoga-ist, and professional napper. Amazing stuff.

Buff UV Half

    • Disclaimer: I received a Buff UV Half to review as part of being a BibRave Pro. Learn more about becoming a BibRave Pro (ambassador), and check out BibRave.com to review find and write race reviews!


When I started running a few years ago, I figured there were only 2 choices for head coverings, hat or visors. Since I still have nightmares of doofuses wearing visors backwards and upside down, hats were the way to go. And things were OK.

Until I realized that I really don’t always like hats, particularly in the warmer temperatures. My hair is fairly thick, and there’s a lot of it. As such, I found myself in need of something that would keep my hair and sweat out of my eyes, so my search began. Fortunately, I found a solution!

It was around this time I also got into ultramarathons and looking into running one of those one day. And quickly, I came across Anton Krupicka, who I came to (and still do) revere as an amazing athlete. And these weird things he wore on his head. A bit of research and low and behold, I found http://buffusa.com/. Well, actually I found them on REI.com and ordered about 4.

Time went by, and I loved my Original Buff. And the 1 Half Buff I had. However, recently, my love for Buff has increased tenfold. I was given the UV Half to test out, and holy moly is it stupendous! The Buff products already do just about anything you could want for running, biking, hiking, fishing, probably cooking, anything.

But the UV Half does even more! Designed not only to help wick away moisture from your face (which it does), it also has added sun protection to help keep your forehead from getting burnt when you’re out running in the ridiculous hot summer temperatures.

To make a long story short, it works well. It works really, really well. I was already sold on Buff’s products, but the UV Half is just super. I do have one complaint, and that is that I do wish there was like a 3/4 length UV Headband, because the half isn’t quite enough to stay totally dry on my head, but the full is a bit too much to wear in the summer. I am personally a heavy sweater and get really warm really quickly, so it could be a personal thing, but that would never stop me from buying another one (or 15). IMG_1004

Generation UCan SuperStarch

Recently, I was selected to be a Bib Rave Pro for Bibrave.com. From this, I had the opportunity to try a product, Generation UCan (https://www.generationucan.com/). In a world of fantastical powders and drink mixes, would this be any different?

In my shipment, I was given a shaker bottle, literature detailing the benefits of the product, all of which can be found on the website as well, and 6 packets, 2 Cocoa Delite, 1 Cran-Raz, 2 Tropical Orange, and 1 Lemonade. The timing perhaps wasn’t the best as I was tapering for a marathon, but I was happy to get to try this stuff out. That Saturday before my 10 mile run, I chose for my first flavor Cocoa Delite.

Usually, I love chocolate or cocoa flavors. And I was happy to find that this was no different. The directions for use are pretty loose, basically as much water as you want (the recommendation is between 8-12 fluid ounces.) I went with about 12 ounces and shook it up with the aforementioned shaker bottle. The taste was, not that awesome. Not bad, but definitely different. Clearly this would take a bit of getting used to.

But did it work?! Heck yeah it did! It was a 10 mile taper run the week before a marathon, and at no point did I feel any bonk or crash coming on. I felt good the entire run, and had sustained energy throughout. And I didn’t even have a growling stomach after, which is usually a problem for me. I was pretty ecstatic with the results of this first trial.

Tempted though I was to use GenU for my marathon, I didn’t for the sake of not trying something new on race day. So it wasn’t until the next week that I got to give it another go. For my second, I went with lemonade after a 20 mile bike ride. The lemonade did not taste that great to me.

I’ve never been that impressed with gels or powders that attempt fruit flavors, and the trend continued with the flavors of Generation UCan. They all tasted just a bit off. I only tried mine with water, and I would imagine that if you substituted almond milk or something else, you could definitely find one way or another that worked for you. The Cran-Raz and Tropical Orange were the same for me. Flavor-wise, they didn’t do it for me. But I will say, the stuff works, and works well. I would imagine that given a bit of time, I could get used to the flavors, but for now, Cocoa Delite is my jam.

Disclaimer: I received a Generation UCan to review as part of being a BibRave Pro. Learn more about becoming a BibRave Pro (ambassador), and check out BibRave.com to review find and write race reviews!

END-SURE 50K 3/19/16

It’s easy to forget how much 31 miles hurts. It’s easy to forget how cold it can be when you get outside habitation. It’s easy to forget. Until you remember, usually in the middle of it all.

Getting out of the car ten minutes before race start, and I was shivering. I jogged to a fence line to pee quickly, and ran into a friend, Paul. We shook hands, wished each other well, and he went off to warm up. He also eventually won, but that’s beside the point. I was at the start, and ready.

Now let’s rewind, just a few hours. Sitting around home with my wife Bre and her dad Jim, we chatted and drank some coffee, relaxing before we drove out to the Sheyenne Grasslands for END-SURE, a 50K trail race; my second ultra, and the first in my home state. It was 8:34am; the race start was at 11am. Time to go. I had figured an hour or so for the drive.

8:45am. After packing the car, starting it, stopping it, and running inside to grab things forgotten, we hit the road. I turned on some Phish to try and calm my increasingly anxious nerves. Once we hit the interstate, I calmed down a bit. For about a half hour I felt good.

By 9:25am, we were still about 40 minutes away from a coffee shop in Lisbon, ND. The vans left the finish line at 10am to get to the starting paddock before 11am. I inevitably felt rushed. The thought running through my mind the whole time was just go to the starting area. But not knowing if there was a race day check-in, I felt a persistent urge to get to the van loading area.

After a pit stop and a wrong turn, it was 10:15am or so, and I was behind the vans taking the runners to the starting paddock. Man how I wished I could’ve been in there. I had friends to run with, Maggie, Eric, Terry, and Paul. It would’ve probably helped immensely to have people to talk to and calm myself around. Instead, I was a bubbling cauldron of anger because I was “late”. I hate being late. Not an ideal way to start the race.

Standing around shivering in shorts with a bunch of people dressed for cold weather running, we listened to Tim Bauer, the race director, give out instructions, tips, and a phone number to call in case we decided to drop at some point. I noticed I was the only one in shorts. Soon enough, the hounds were loosed.

A first, this year the 50K race started at the West trailhead, meandering through the pastures, before eventually making it to the sand hills and woods. This led to a decent amount of fast running to start, which was great for the beginning. I managed around an 8:35/mi pace to start, which was what I was hoping to maintain throughout the entire 31ish miles.

This was the first race I’ve ever run where I had ear buds in from the start. During my last (and first) ultra, I used music after the 30-mile mark to hopefully be a tool for my mind to focus on and avoid focusing on the inevitable pain. After 2 races of using music, I can definitively say that I will never use it again. It can be awesome for a tempo run or other speed work, but during a race, I can’t get into my head and keep it together with music. I focus on it too much and use it to dictate my mood. And apparently, I like really sad, albeit uptempo, music.

And we raced; through a bunch of flat, pasture land with no cows. It was pretty dull, honestly. I prefer hills and technical trails, otherwise it feels too much like road running and my brain just shuts off. Although in this case, there were plenty of holes and cow pies to dodge. It was fun to be able to see the runners in front of me racing away (like Paul), and as the trail is barely marked, it helped to be able to know where to go other than a vague wooden post. But eventually, we hit the woods. And it was goddamn glorious.

The first patch of woods, after maybe 3 or so miles, was pretty brief but quick rollers. It was but a taste of what was to come and exactly what I needed. I ran through the first self-help aid station, stopped briefly to pet my dog Skeeter and say hi to Bre and Jim, and continued. The next AS was about 9 miles away. It was time to get moving. I followed a couple runners back through so hills before some more pasture.

While I had stood chatting with my wife and her dad, a few runners scampered passed and I tagged along, following them through the hills just beyond Highway 27. Continuing north, my legs still felt good, and I stayed on top of my nutrition and water. My Orange Mud VP2 pack worked phenomenally well for a race of this distance. I carried a 20oz bottle of water, a 20oz bottle of Hammer Perpetuem, a carbohydrate beverage that I relied on in place of gels for the most part.

At around this point, mile 8 or so, the first racers in the 100K started showing up. They had started at the 50K finish, and did an out and back along the entirety of the trail. A nice morale booster, a couple “good jobs” and I continued on my way. Slowly, the terrain began getting hillier. Mentally, at this point I noticed I began to drop a bit.

I’ve always prided myself on having a really strong sense of mental positivity and ability to endure, so the fact that my mind was starting to go less than halfway through the race concerned me. In hindsight, I would’ve ditched the music and focused much more on my surroundings and tried to gain joy from that. But those flat pastures really were unpleasant. If only I’d known how bad it was going to get.

Fortunately, there was time before that. Once I cracked the double digits, it didn’t get easier necessarily, but I almost slipped into a flow state for a bit. By this point, I was totally alone on the trail. I knew there were people in front and behind, obviously, but moving dots were the only signifiers of the other runners. That’s one of my favorite parts of trail running, the reminder of how small we really are. Road races, there’s always spectators and people cheering. Here, the only spectators were the aid station volunteers, my two family members, and a couple other people.

The halfway point was a godsend. Mentally, I was cracking. I think I was probably low on calories at this point and really needed some food and a friendly face or two. Fortunately, after a handful of peanut M&M’s and a banana, along with new bottles, and seeing my wife, dog and father in law, I felt better. I also saw that at this point, we were headed to the woods. I don’t know if it was the terrain or the banana, but at this point, all the lows I had been feeling disappeared. At the halfway point, I felt great and ready to make up some time.

Getting into the woods, the trail closed around like a comfortable blanket. Suddenly, everything was clicking. The music worked, the mood lifted. Pacing wise, I was still comfortably in a 9-10min/mi range, hiking up the hills and bombing down. One of the mantras I was told before my first ultra, “don’t be an idiot, don’t be a wimp”, echoed through. The first half of a race, I try to not overexert, and the second half, all bets are off and do your best. At the halfway point, I cut myself loose.

And then it all came crashing down. Pain and the acceptance of it is a huge part of racing, particularly longer races. I expected and anticipated mental and physical pain, cramps, maybe a blister or two, general foot and muscle fatigue, it’s going to happen. I did not expect for my left quad to almost completely shut down at mile twenty or so. We’re talking “I can hardly walk, let alone run” kind of pain.

At this point, I had hoped that I was going to be a bit over five hours in finishing, which was a little slower than I originally anticipated, but expectations are going to be altered when you delve into the unknown. Around mile twenty-two, my friend Terry came running by and I tagged along with him for a bit as best I could. We chatted a bit about races from last year, he asked how my first ultra went, and plans for this year. Eventually, he skipped ahead, leaving me to do my own thing. It was a nice mental boost though. And talking helped drown out the screaming in my quad.

Then it was back to the long slog to the finish. Relentless forward progress, as some call it. I don’t know how many times at this point I kept wishing I had put that phone number in my phone because I felt completely done in. But I hadn’t, so I didn’t have options other than stopping someone and asking them for it, which was out of the question, whether because I was suffering from an intense case of being male (stubborn and unwilling to ask for help) or because I didn’t want to slow anyone down, I’m not sure.

Maggie and Eric, another couple awesome trail friends, came by at this point, checking in. I let them know what was going on and we wished each other good luck. Walk for a bit, run for a shorter bit, stretch.

That was the best I could do. It sucked, a lot. But every time my mind went to cursing myself for not having that phone number I kept thinking, “Well, if you’re going to drop, you’re still going to have to walk out to the stupid finish, because they can’t exactly drive a vehicle in here. So you might as well see how you do.”

At one point, I almost totally lost it, a first for me. I’d never been that exasperated from being unable to do what I knew I could. But then, when I started feeling bad, on the verge of tears, I thought of my friends. My FSR friends; those I’d met through running, my brother, who’s going through some struggles. Anything I could latch onto to make myself realize what I was willfully putting myself through wasn’t that bad.

Five hours turned to five and a half, then to six. I had hopes of finishing in six hours. Continually getting passed at this point, by both 50K and 25K runners, people checked in as to how I was doing, “Left quad’s shot,” was the constant refrain. About the 26-mile mark, a runner I had passed about mile seven came upon me. He asked how I was, I told him about my quad, and he said he glutes were doing the same thing. We both ran a bit before I had to stop and walk.

And then the course did the thing I hate the absolute most, and I’m sure race directors LOVE doing. It went right passed the finish line. Except we still had four miles to go, beginning with cutting through a marsh that had no trail, just a few sticks with some pink ribbon on top. Anecdotally, apparently one 50K runner took a wrong turn here, finished, and proceeded to scream at the race directors about this before getting into his truck and speeding away (don’t be that person, please).

By this point, I had basically been walking for 8 miles. I was sure I was dead f’n last. And I was totally fine with that. I knew I was going to finish. I figured if I could still walk then whatever was going on with my quad wasn’t that bad. Sure, I couldn’t really run, but I could hobble and occasionally get some speed, if only for fifty feet. More runners passed, a few more hills.

Finally, I decided that I was done with the walking though. My mind had gone through the wringer, and so had my body. I was so ready to be done. So I started running. And immediately got passed by another runner, “Shorts? Respect, man.” The grey-haired older gentleman who blew passed gave me a thumb’s up as I barely kept from shivering. This being North Dakota in pre-spring, pretty much every season showed up, now, it was heading towards winter again.

I barely remember the final mile, to be honest. There are brief clips in my mind, a cattle gate, one of the runners that finished ahead of me out running with his dog (because 50K just isn’t quite enough for one day), and a last bit of woods. Finally, the finish was in sight, and naturally, I took a wrong turn.

After a brief detour through the campground, I touched the pole that marked the end of the course, shook the race director’s hand, and was done. After a quick, delicious beer, bag of chips, and brat, we hopped in the car and headed home. At that point, I swore I would never run this race again. For what it’s worth, I finished in 6:23:xx.

Naturally, that changed after a day or two and I’m planning on running it again next year. I have unfinished business with that course. I haven’t pushed myself as far as I can there yet, and I hope to next year. That’s why I run. If you aren’t pushing yourself beyond what you think you’re capable of, you’ll never know. And I might never find out, but I’ll never stop trying.






Getting Brain Beat

Yesterday was my first ultra distance run, as in longer than a marathon. I’m trying really hard not to add the caveat that it was only a 28 mile run, and therefore BARELY longer than a marathon, but with enough repetition I think I can silence that little voice. But it’s hard to be positive sometimes, even when it’s something to be proud of. I mean, I ran 28 fucking miles yesterday! And then biked to work. Someday I’ll be able to do my long runs and then have the day to relax and recover…

Anyways. I hit some country roads on a route given to me by my friend Rachel where she has done some of her 50K length runs. The positive side, country roads are amazing for their almost exact length. I didn’t even have to check my watch all that often, I just knew when I hit another road marker, that it had been a mile. Very helpful, especially when I began to drag a bit in the high teens. The rollers out there should be really good practice for Lean Horse, as that’s mostly crushed gravel, country road type terrain so it was good to get my feet on that. I should get out there at least once more before the race for another long run.

For some reason, the first seven miles were just horrible. Maybe it was the four hours of sleep I’d gotten the night before, but they just were not very fun. On a side note, I don’t know how excited I am to be getting comfortable doing long runs on basically no sleep. On the one hand, I think it simulates pre-race day quite well as at least for the marathon I slept like crap, but in the back of my mind I always wonder, if I can do 28 miles on 4 or so hours of sleep, how well would I have done on a full 8? But I digress.

The second seven miles were fantastic. Partly because I was rushing to get back to my car as I had promised my wife that I would text her when I was done with each loop so she wouldn’t worry. I really don’t like carrying a phone with me when I run, although if I ever get around to getting a pack then that will probably change.

Other than having to send a text with wet hands, I think the stops at my vehicle went pretty quickly, grabbed my PB&J burritos and water and headed out in a couple minutes. I was surprised at how well I did without gels, relying only only peanut butter and jelly wrapped in a tortilla, and 1 Clif bar on my final few miles.

My pace overall was nice and slow, hovering around 10-11 minute miles, which seems really slow to me, but I felt good for almost the whole run, until I was running out of water and the sun got real high. When I first got to the church I parked at, and was grabbing my gear, I noticed my handheld had leaked out completely all over the floor of my vehicle. Guess how much water would have probably been just enough to hit 30 miles? (hint: about 16 ounces). But that’s the nature of running, learning to adapt.

Which is where I dropped the ball BIG TIME. I can pinpoint the moment actually, when my mind just collapsed. I was running on what was supposed to be about an 8 mile loop. I hit 8 miles and was not where I thought I should be. Which is odd as I’d never been out there before so really had no idea where I should be. But, I kept moving forward, figuring I just had a bit more to go. The road I was on was really terrible, a low maintenance one, with massive puddles and ruts and stuff. If it’d been earlier or I was more cognizant of what I was doing, it would’ve been really fun to run and splash through those puddles. Instead I slogged,  trying to convince myself that it was just a bit further. Which it was.

But by that point, I had walked several miles  and time had taken its toll. And I had to get back to town so my wife could take our car and get to work. On the plus side, the 8 miles had turned to 10, so I really only had 6 more to go. A quick out and back I had figured. 2 miles out after stopping the car and my mind had turned to soup. It was hot, I was almost out of water, and I wanted to be done. It was horrid.

But there’s lessons to be learned here. As Rachel pointed out, it was my first long run of this type, and this far. So I need to be proud of what I did, even if it wasn’t what I had hoped for. 28 isn’t that far from 30. And my hope, the one that I had almost immediately after I stopped my watch, was that this will hopefully be a push when it comes to Lean Horse that when I hit a low spot, I won’t quit. In the mean time, I need to work on my mind and embrace positivity. On the plus side, I have a new keg of homebrew and I’m done with Hell Month, so things are looking up, I just need to recognize and accept that. Here’s hoping…

This should make me happy.

This should make me happy.


I’m terrible with directions, even when it’s only 4 turns. Permanent is relative.

Been a While (Is Anybody Out There?) Ultra Training

It’s been a hectic few months. School, work, running, work, other realities…There’s never enough time to get it all done no matter how well you think you’ve planned. And as someone who can’t plan for shit, it probably makes it harder. Anyways, as this is intended to be a thing for me to ignore about my running and training for various endeavors, let’s get into that. I ran my first marathon in May (see the one other blog I’ve posted), then took about a week off completely from running. However, in that time I was still bike commuting to work and school, which ends up usually being not too many miles.

Then my feet started feeling better, and I got back to it. Nothing grueling, mind you, just out for a nice hour or so, or 6.5-7 miles a time. I had a hard time during this point really setting up my training program for my upcoming ultra, the Lean Horse 50 mile ultra marathon (www.leanhorse100.com). We’ll see how well what I had set up works next month…

I’m unsure what to actually say about the training, maybe I’ll put up what I have in an excel spreadsheet at some point. I can’t fathom it’s interesting to the two people who (accidentally?) actually read this. However, I do have some thoughts.


Photo courtesy of Rachel U.

I am realizing that I have a really hard time getting in the longer runs (18+ miles) by myself. It’s totally possible, but my mind really has to be into it. Which is really hard after 6 hours of class right now. I haven’t tried before class yet, but I might next week. The one saving grace is getting hooked up with some ultra runners in the area (Thanks Rachel!) to get out and see how gorgeous Maplewood State Park is.

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I was there, at one point.

I was there, at one point.

Anyways, I had my first four-hour run out there. It was amazing. I really should have brought more than 2 gels, but that’s what I had at home. Had a mild bonk towards the end and had to walk it in, but that’s all right as it gave me time to hang with some people and just look around. I’ve been out there once since, which is where most of the pictures are from. I think that even after this ultra, I’ll make time in my life for getting out to that park at least once a month.

Other brief notes from the past few months, holy shit have I randomly won a bunch of crap in contests! Like a lot of people, I NEVER win anything, which I don’t mind. A few years ago I won a yoga board that simulates SUP yoga which is great, but I don’t have the space to use it very often. But as of May I won 2 Garmin Forerunner 15s, one of which I gave to my wife on her birthday (the day I won it), it was pink, which is why she wanted it. The second I won along with an awesome pair of Skora Fits (www.Skorarunning.com) and some Nuun Hydration electrolyte tabs and water bottle for a National Running Day give away, which was amazing. Those shoes are fabulous, they felt like they were already broken in when I got them. And the electrolyte tabs are really great, a very subtle flavor in them so it doesn’t get cloying in my mouth. Haven’t used the water bottle yet…

I also won ANOTHER Simple Hydration water bottle (www.simplehydration.com). These are really great bottles as I’m not a huge fan of handhelds. The only problem is they are both single-walled and when they sit against your ass on a long run in the heat, they don’t really stay that cool. Haven’t figured out how to wear them with a pack yet, but that’s on the agenda. And finally, although I don’t know yet how I’m going to get there, I won a race entry to The North Face Endurance Challenge in Park City, UT in September (https://www.thenorthface.com/get-outdoors/endurance-challenge/utah.html). It looks like an amazing race. I signed up for the 50K because if I’m going to make it down there, then I’m going to do a big damn race. And 2 50 milers in 2 months is just too much. I’m not Mike Wardian…

So that’s the bit of bragging I have I guess? Twitter has turned out to be pretty great for me in the winning stuff regard I guess. Also meeting awesome runners from around the world. Now I just need to figure out how the hell I’m going to hydrate for this ultra, as I just don’t have enough time (or money) I think to get a pack and adequately break it in. I really want one from http://www.orangemud.com, but it’ll probably have to wait until I can afford it. Two handhelds sound awful, so I imagine that I’ll do either my two Simple Hydration bottles if I can get my shorts to stay up, or one of those and the sixteen ounce Nathan handheld I have. The electrolyte tabs work better in 16 oz. of water than  13 oz, so that might be my best bet. 4 more longs runs to test this stuff out and then it’ll be time to freak out. Just realized I need to make a hotel reservation for down in Custer, SD for the race…Never enough time! If anyone actually read this, thanks. If it bored you to tears, I apologize. If neither, then that’s fine too. Back to homework…