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Scott Jaime grinding it out during his FKT on the nearly 500-mile Colorado Trail. Photo by Matt Trappe
In 2009, Scott Jaime ran and hiked the 486-mile Colorado Trail (CT). The 44-year-old who works in pharmaceutical sales and lives outside of Denver was plagued by shin splints and a logistical learning curve as steep as sections of the CT. Jaime finished in about 11-and-a-half days but knew he could go faster. It was only a matter of time until training and stars would align for him to give the CT supported FKT another go.
The time was right in August 2013—in 8 days 7 hours 40 minutes 17 seconds, Jaime successfully reset the supported FKT, which was previously held by Paul Pomeroy at 8 days 12 hours 14 minutes. Jaime traveled an average of 58 miles a day and slept for a few hours each night in an RV. He used the assistance of a crew, which included his wife, Nicole Jaime, his father-in-law, Rick Robinson, his parents, Alverna and Julian Jaime, and photographer/videographer Matt Trappe. A passel of ultrarunning friends alternated as pacers.
Jaime says the most volatile moment came on day five. Just before dark, he arrived at a crew point that was 43 miles in but still 17 miles from the day’s end point. There, his father-in-law pulled the plug on the day—he worried that Jaime’s traveling so long into the night would compromise the attempt. Jaime worried that stopping early would put him behind record pace.
“The shortened day five was the first time Scott had to dig into the cushion he had built into his schedule,” explains Denver-based Trappe, 32. “He was still beyond half way and well ahead of record pace. He hadn’t been sleeping well so he was due for a shortened day and some extended sleep. I knew the extra rest would keep him on track.”
But Jaime’s ability to go on would have to come from within, not from others’ confidence. “I went into the RV, lay down and promised myself I would continue,” remembers Jaime. “I thought about my years at the Hardrock 100. Every year I struggle, and am on the edge of DNFing at some point. But when the race ends, I’ve put down a good time.” At 3:45 a.m. the next morning, Jaime pressed on, catching up each day on those lost miles and setting a new record.
“This was about finding my personal limit,” says Jaime. “No one knows their limits unless they seek them out.”