WINDSOR — Almost two years ago to the day, Bob Shebest was lying on the track at Placer High School in Auburn in a fetal position. He’d crossed the finish line of the legendary Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run, but it had not gone well.
He curled into a ball. Then came the watery bile.
“My wife rolled me into a burrito in the middle of the track,” he said. “I vomited into a box for two hours.”
So where is Shebest, 44, today? Up in Tahoe, champing at the bit to do it again.
This anecdote ignites no small number of questions in my mind. But there is one I just can’t ignore: For the love of God, why?
“Because I’m crazy,” he said. But he’s smiling. He’s standing in Shiloh Ranch Regional Park in his running shorts and HOKA One One shirt, his shoes are laced up and his voice sounds jazzed. He is looking forward to this. He should, after all — already an accomplished ultra racer, he’s devoted the better portion of the last six months on gaining entry to one of the most elite fields in ultra running.
He’s still chapped by that 18th-place overall finish two years ago and he wants to rewrite the script a little. When the horn is sounded at 5 a.m. Saturday, he’ll get his chance.
“The draw is certainly the mystique of the race,” Shebest said. “It’s the most iconic hundred miler in the world. Some would say it launched the sport of ultra running.”
It started as a trail ride for cowboys. Then someone suggested a footrace. It takes runners from Squaw Valley to Auburn. It’s 100 miles of rugged trails that climb more than 18,000 feet and descend nearly 23,000 feet. There is unpredictable weather (but it’s usually roasting), a dicey river crossing and the threat of darkness for those who take too long. It’s been run every year since 1974, barring 2008 when wildfires canceled the race.
All of which makes it seem strange to many of us why so many elite runners would cut off their left arms for a chance to just toe the line at Western States. For those loony enough to want to do it, it’s incredibly difficult to gain entry. Terrific finishes at so-called qualifying events only get you into the lottery, where names are drawn from a hat.
Organizers understand the yearning so much that they give extra lottery tickets to those whose number isn’t drawn the previous year. The more times you have been denied, the more chits they put into the hat for you the following year.
After gaining entry in 2016, Shebest was shut out in 2017, narrowly missing multiple windows. He says he gained a reputation among his peers.
“I’m the guy who just missed out on the golden ticket,” he said.
This year, he zeroed in on the Georgia Death Race (sounds fun, right?). The top two finishers there earn so-called Golden Tickets — automatic entry to Western States. There are only five Golden Ticket races out there.
After running almost straight up through the backwoods of Blairsville, Georgia for 12 hours, 23 minutes and 31 seconds, Shebest finished in second place. Third place crossed the line 3:23 later. Shebest was in. Some poor fella named Caleb Denton was out — by three minutes.