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Red-hot in the Cold
Michael Finkel
December 12, 1994
When it comes to running on powder, Tom Sobal dusts the competition
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December 12, 1994

Red-hot In The Cold

When it comes to running on powder, Tom Sobal dusts the competition

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Tom Sobal has no health insurance. He lives with his wife in a remote cabin in central Colorado, 10,000 feet above sea level. He pays no income tax (his earnings aren't high enough), and he hasn't cut his hair in 10 years. He is tall and lean and impervious to the elements. And when he has a pair of snowshoes strapped to his feet, no other snowshoe racer in the country can run faster.

This is the eighth winter in which Sobal, 37, will compete in snowshoe races throughout the U.S. Over any distance, in any weather, through any depth of snow, he is virtually unbeatable. In his career Sobal has entered more than 40 snowshoe events, ranging in length from five kilometers to more than 100 miles. He has lost only twice.

"It's my passion," says Sobal, his fingers foraging meditatively in his scouring-pad beard. His words are well spaced and even toned. "At our home it's winter almost year-round. And I don't just live in a snowy spot, I live with the snow. I run in it, I bicycle in it, I shovel it. I understand why the Inuits have so many words for snow—it feels different every day. And I've learned to read the snow: hard, smooth, deep, icy. When I'm running I know where the fastest spot on the trail is, and I know the best technique to use. It's given me a big advantage in snowshoe racing."

His wife, Melissa Lee-Sobal, an accomplished snowshoe racer herself, calls him the scientist of snowshoeing because of his extraordinary understanding of the vagaries of snow. Shortly before each race Tom examines the course, prodding and testing it at various points. He looks for sections where his shoes will float atop the powder, spots where he might break through the icy crust, shady areas that will offer better traction, and smooth places where he can easily accelerate. He memorizes dozens of details, then returns to the start and awaits the gun.

The snowshoes that the Sobals (and just about all other competitors) race in bear little resemblance to the unwieldy oblong contraptions made of wood and rawhide that most people associate with the sport. Modern racing snowshoes are made of lightweight aluminum and brightly colored plastic. Developed in the late '80s, the new equipment has sparked the rebirth of an ancient activity: In Siberia archaeologists have found evidence that snowshoeing goes back more than 6,000 years.

According to Ed Kiniry, president of the Tubbs Snowshoe Co., which is based in Stowe, Vt., and sponsors the Sobals, sales of high-tech snowshoes have in-leased eightfold since 1988. The National Sporting Goods Association recently reported that snowshoeing now has more than half a million participants. Competitions have also proliferated. Seven years ago fewer than a dozen showshoe races were held annually in the U.S.; today there are more than 50.

Despite all that, nobody has figured out a way to beat Sobal. His final big race last winter, the eastern regional championships of the Tubbs 10-km Series, held in mid-March in Waterville Valley, N.H., was a typical Sobal performance. Soon after the start, he rushed to the front of the sack. Sweeping over the snow with gazellelike grace, his strides long and buoyant, he appeared to be moving in slow motion while actually cruising at a clip of six minutes per mile. His face was perfectly impassive: mouth rigid, breath scarcely visible. Even Sobal's hair, which descends to his navel, was composed, trapped in two tight braids that swung like pendulums as he ran. The only sound accompanying him was the steady thwap, thwap of his snowshoes slapping against snow, each footfall lofting small chunks of ice into the cold morning air.

The three dozen other competitors seemed clumsy in comparison. Some pounded the snow arrhythmically, some gasped for air, and some wore expressions that suggested they had just bitten into something rotten. One kilometer into the 10-kilometer race, it was obvious who would win.

Long before he tried on his first pair of snowshoes, Sobal was in the habit of winning races. He grew up in Gary, Ind., and it about the age most high schoolers are taking their driving tests, he ran in his first marathon. He didn't get his driver's license (he still doesn't have one), but he fell in love with running—the longer the race, the better. In the past 20 years he has won dozens of ultramarathons.

In 1986 Sobal decided to move to Colorado, and he spent several months bicycling around the state, looking for the ideal homestead. " Leadville's extreme altitude fascinated me," he says. He rented a tiny cabin outside of town, a mile from the nearest neighbor and, at the time, well beyond reach of the telephone lines.

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