Remembering Mark Godale

A dedication to American ultrarunner Mark Godale, who recently passed away. RIP.

By on June 17, 2022 | Comments

AJW's TaproomThe ultrarunning community was shocked and saddened earlier this week to learn of the passing of Mark Godale, legendary American ultrarunner and devoted father of four, at the age of 51.

I first met Mark at my first Western States 100 in 2001. At the ripe old age of 29, Mark was running his third Western States 100 and I wanted nothing more than to learn as much from him as possible. And he was generous with his advice. As we ran through the high country in the early hours of the race that day, Mark shared with me stories of his past two runs on the course and what his hopes were for the day.

I was somewhat starstruck in that moment, as Mark was part of a cadre of young, talented runners who came of age in the 1990s and seemingly ran everything. The cool kids of that era, Mark was an integral part of a ragtag group of guys that included Scott Jurek, Ian Torrence, Hal Koerner, and Karl Meltzer. I looked up to all of them and desperately wanted to be like them. Mark welcomed me into his orbit that day and I’ll never forget it.

Hal Koerner, Scott Jurek, Mark Godale and Ian Torrence at the White River 50 Mile.

Hal Koerner (top left), Scott Jurek (middle), Mark Godale (right), and Ian Torrence (bottom left) at the 2003 White River 50 Mile. All photos courtesy of Ian Torrence.

Mark ran his first few ultras in his native Ohio in 1994 and 1995, before bursting onto the national scene in 1996 with a ninth-place finish at the JFK 50 Mile. At the time, the JFK 50 Mile was THE race in the U.S., and anyone wanting to prove their long-distance chops went there. Mark’s ninth-place finish in his first time on the course, with over 15 miles of rugged trail, which was certainly not his strength, proved that he was willing to run with anyone, anywhere, on any day.

Always embracing the championship races and a strong road runner, six months after the JFK Mile, he finished fourth at the GNC 100k. Then, just two months later, in June 1997, he finished his first Western States 100.

The year 1999 was extraordinary in American ultrarunning, and Mark was at its epicenter. That year he ran some 11 races, including the IAU 100k World Championships, Western States 100, Badwater 135 Mile, JFK 50 Mile, and Sunmart 50 Mile, edging out Ian Torrence to win the Ultrarunner of the Year award. Additionally, at the Olander Park 24 Hour event, he battled all day and night with the legendary Yiannis Kouros and ultimately came away with the then American 24-hour record of 162.4 miles.

Torrence, Mark’s good friend and fellow competitor, recalls the JFK 50 Mile that year:

“It was the 1999 edition of the JFK 50 Mile. The results show only a five-minute spread between the top-five finishers. In the end, Mark and I were among those and it’s to his credit we got there. Tom Greene came to the race with all intentions of destroying Eric Clifton’s course record. So, the race went out very hot, very fast.

“Mark absolutely sucked on the trails. He was a road and track ultrarunner first, but I gave him props for coming to race in an event that wasn’t his strong suit. I got ahead of him on the early trail section, but he caught and passed me on the canal, roughly 20 miles into the race. I swear he was running sub-six-minute pace when he went by. He quickly disappeared ahead of me.

“I caught up with him before Dam #4 and I could tell he was hurting. As I was passing him — keep in mind we were still moving at 6:30 pace — he turned away from me and puked. He didn’t break stride, matched my pace, and continued to throw up several more times. Once finished, he turned to me and said, ‘Do you think I’m done? I’m not. I’m just catching my second wind.’ That was true. We duked it out during the remaining eight miles and closed in on the top-three runners ahead of us.

“Mark pushed me to my JFK 50 Mile PR. On paper, it looks like I beat him. Though I had come across the finish line 20 seconds ahead of him, Mark one-upped me in the finish chute after he told me he had just run and won the Helen Klein 50 Mile seven days before — in 5 hours and 35 minutes! Two weeks later, he’d go on to finish second at the Sunmart 50 Mile in 5:56.

“Mark was all guts and never sat back. It was always an honor to toe the line with Mark, do battle on the course, and then recount the stories over food and libations in the years following. He was a fierce competitor and good friend. I never doubted him when he told me, ‘I will run until I can’t run anymore.’ He definitely followed through with that mantra.”

Mark Godale on a run in Flagstaff

Mark Godale on a trail run in Flagstaff, Arizona, in more recent years.

The stories of Mark’s fierce competitiveness and go-for-it attitude are legendary. A few years after my first encounter with him at the Western States 100, we were once again on the starting line together in Olympic Valley. From the gun, Mark just took off and within a few minutes his trademark yellow Patagonia jersey was just a dot on the side of the mountain. He went over the Escarpment in first place and bombed through the Granite Chief Wilderness.

Eventually, around mile 10, ultimate race winner Hal Koerner caught and passed him and a few miles later, I came upon Mark. He was still moving well and we proceeded to run through the high country together, catching up on life and the world of running, until he eventually pulled back. He went on to finish in 25:31 and that was fine with him. He went for it and blew up. That was his style and he was at peace with it.

His good friend Scott Jurek notes, “Mark did it all. He was a national champion, an American record holder, and a flat lander from Ohio who would show up to the Western States 100 and throw down. I met him in the ’90s when there were only a handful of us in our 20s, following a passion. He was very unassuming and extraordinary at the same time. He’s as OG as it gets.”

Hal Koerner shared his memories of Mark:

“‘Hey, are you Hal (Corner)?!’ I can hear it so clear. [Editor’s Note: Mark and Hal teased each other using incorrect pronunciations of their names, with Mark pronouncing Hal’s last name as “corner” instead of “kerner.”]

“Mark set the bar for a generation. He masterfully managed to grind out one performance after another and would still find a way to improve. Whether it was on the road, track, or trail he never backed down from a challenge. You don’t see that many elites willing to take one on the chin, putting themselves out of their element. That was Mark, he truly loved the sport.

“I loved that as a young ultrarunner, trying to navigate my wayward passion for the sport, he took the time to reach out to commend my determination and effort. I can’t tell you how much confidence that gave me and billowed my training more than any podium result.

“I will miss his enthusiasm most, the constant optimism amidst the headwinds of time and life, and his ability to pivot from athlete to mentor. He was just beginning to take it to the next level.”

I would see Mark a few more times at the Western States 100 over the years and we maintained communication on all kinds of things. In particular, Mark was fond of fanning the trails-versus-roads debate that occasionally flared up in the Ultrarunner of the Year voting, often siding with the go-hard-or-go-home roadies club of which he was a chartered member.

In recent years, injuries plagued Mark and kept him out of the ultra racing scene, and yet he continued to show up for the Boston Marathon each year, finishing it for the 29th time just this past April. Mark’s passing at such a young age is a true tragedy and our community mourns for one of the truly great ones.

Lastly, Jeff Kozak offers this fitting tribute:

“Peripherally, through many mutual ultrarunning friends, is as close as I got to knowing Mark Godale in real life. Mainly, I followed his exploits in our sport from afar, and often in awe.

“His then American 24-hour record of 162.4 miles at Olander Park in Ohio in September of 1999 was the apex of that awe in his ability to go to that wellspring of suffering that success in this sport demands and then, once there, maintain until the work was done. I mean, Mark had had plenty of success prior to Olander Park — but an American record? The guy was simply willing to endure whatever was required to extract every ounce of potential out of what many described as modest physical gifts.

“To me, Mark was the Mike Pigg of ultrarunning — a unique individual whose spirit flowed opposite the mainstream. In triathlon’s explosive growth era of the 1980s, when all of the up-and-coming legends of a suddenly spotlighted sport were flocking to the training-weather paradise of San Diego, Pigg followed his own star, north; not that he could ever see it, as he lived and trained in the punishingly persistent storminess of California’s Humboldt Coast, far away from tri’s southern glamour hub.

“Likewise, in the ’90s era of ultrarunning’s epicenter firmly establishing itself in the mountainous West, with its collective heart beating ever more strongly for the singletrack, Mark remained steadfastly devoted to his northeast Ohio roots, pounding out high-volume training through the endless cold, damp, and gray of Cleveland winters, often on the unforgiving hardness of urban streets. Although he raced plenty on the trails, and had plenty of success there, his passion seemed to be for the tarmac, where his running star always appeared to shine brightest. An individual who wasn’t afraid to seek his own truth, in his own way, regardless of what was en vogue. I respected that.

“A trail run in the San Francisco Peaks area north of Flagstaff, Arizona, in May of 2017 was the last time I saw Mark. It was Ian Torrence and Emily Harrison’s wedding weekend and the atmosphere was very much that of an extended family reunion. At some point, Mark and I fell into step on the trail. Although we barely knew each other he chatted me up as if old friends. The ultrarunning community is like that. Relationships that would barely rate acquaintance level in the outside world seem to naturally take on an elevated status, of their own accord.

Jurek, Godale, Meltzer and Kozak on a Flagstaff trail run

From left to right are Scott Jurek, Mark Godale, Karl Meltzer, and Jeff Kozak on a Flagstaff, Arizona, trail run the day before Ian Torrence and Emily Harrison’s wedding.

“Mark was well into the physical struggles of an aging athlete with a rebelling body even back then, yet as he hobbled down the trail there wasn’t a hint of anything but the positive. In the 20 or so years since I first met Mark, dating back to the Montrail-Patagonia Ultrarunning Team days, this trail run conversation was the longest interaction we were destined to have. That conversation has an elevated status now as well.

“In running and in life, we all eventually miss the ultimate shift on the long decline. It’s all the more gutting though when there are so many miles left uncovered. Long may you run, Mark, wherever you now are. Down here, the legacy of dedication, passion, and grit you left behind will move forward with us.”

Rest in Peace, Mark.

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Andy Jones-Wilkins

Andy Jones-Wilkins is an educator by day and has been the author of AJW’s Taproom at iRunFar for over 11 years. A veteran of over 190 ultramarathons, including 38 100-mile races, Andy has run some of the most well-known ultras in the United States. Of particular note are his 10 finishes at the Western States 100, which included 7 times finishing in the top 10. Andy lives with his wife, Shelly, and Josey, the dog, and is the proud parent of three sons, Carson, Logan, and Tully.