Real Name: Doug Hansel
Gender: Male
Birthday: Dec 31, 1905
Age: 107
City: Cincinnatti
State: Ohio
About Me: Family: I was recently married on December 15, 2007 to my wife, Rebecca . . . yeah, baby!

Occupation:
Did body and paint work on cars for 20 years.  Had a few odd jobs and
now I jump in and out of a garbage truck several hundred times a day.

I
was born and raised in Colesburg, Iowa and had lived in Cincinnati from
2000 to 2002.  I played every sport in school and sucked at most of
them.  I ran occasionally, for fun, of which my buddy M.J. said running
was stupid.  Then when I was 36 and divorced, I started running and
thought that 12 to 15 miles a week was really something.  And then I
talked to my old buddy, M.J., in Cincinnati, and found out he was
running 100 miles a week or more.  So when he came out one summer, we
went for a run and he said run at your own pace and I beat him home by
about 5 minutes on a 4 mile run.  He said I should try racing, and I
laughed at it.  So in October of '95, I ran my first 5K and placed in
my age group.  And the following two races after that as well . . . . I
was hooked.  I ran a half marathon a couple of weeks after that first
5K and couldn't imagine ever running any farther because I couldn't
hardly walk.  But within two years I ran my first Ultra, a 50K, and
then months later I ran a 50 miler and by my 40th birthday, I ran my
first 100 miler as my birthday present.

So for kicks in April
of 2007, I ran the McNaughton Park 150.  After working for 6 hours
Friday morning, I drove 3 hours to Pekin, got out of my car, set up my
tent at the start line and changed into my running clothes and started
running at 6pm.  I didn't stop until about 10:00 Saturday night.  I
laid down for an hour nap and somebody woke me up and came back and
checked on me in 10 minutes, but Andy nor anyone else could wake me
up.  So I slept for 4 1/2 hours and got up and decided I felt pretty
good.  So I walked for 10 miles with my friend, Julie Burg, from
Minnesota and decided I better start running.  And I ran the last 40
miles as fast as I did the first 40 miles and felt great.  Which
afterwards, Andy said that if I wouldn't take such long breaks, my time
would be pretty good.  Of which I replied, I have to because I don't
train very often and I usually go straight from work to the races and
don't get much sleep, plus I'm just a hack at ultra running or running
in general.  And I'm just happy when I finish and if I win something or
am up near the front, I'm just happy that all the fast guys fell down
or didn't show up. 

My toughest race and my favorite race,
which is also my first 100 miler, is the Superior 100.  It's a very
tough course, but very beautiful countryside.   For me, the rougher the
trail, the better I do and the easier and flatter the course, the
slower I get.  I believe that running, and especially ultra running,
you need God-given ability, determination, and just simply be stubborn
and stupid, or at least it helps.  Oh yeah, and all ultra runners
suffer from short-term memory loss and you all know what I'm talking
about . . . I'm never going to do this again, yeah right.  One thing I
noticed about runners and ultra runners especially, is the camaraderie,
no matter where you go, you always can find a friend and fellow runner
and that's a very comforting feeling.