My Own Private Marathon

Had we not lived with only one car for so long, I might never have thought of riding a bus to a trailhead.  Even if I had thought of it, I probably wouldn’t have done it.  I should point out, that we finally have two cars again.  And I should also point out that I love riding the bus, pretty much anywhere.

This weekend I had planned on an 50k, but it wasn’t “in the cards.”  To be truthful, I was feeling a bit jealous reading and hearing about different runners’ marathons and ultras.  And so today, I decided to run my own marathon, one with lots of elevation.  Waking at 5:00 AM, I drank my coffee, dressed, grabbed my pack and ran to the bus stop.  I like to arrive early.  Turns out I was only about two minutes early, so I worried that I missed it, until the bus finally appeared about five minutes late.

Waiting for the bus.  Perhaps I should have run a brush through my hair?  Nah.  I was on my way to a marathon.

The bus was busy this morning.  Many of the riders wore uniforms – hotel and restaurant uniforms, drug store uniforms.  Two riders got on (separately) carrying skateboards.  One rider boarded in my town who I thought I recognized as a Crystal Cove worker one of the first times I rode the bus to this trailhead.   Turns out, Steve and I got off at the same exit again this morning and walked up to the ranger station together.  (Hi Steve, if you’re reading this blog).

I began running in the dark, surprised how many runners and hikers  I came upon early on.  I ran up “No Dogs” and “No Name,” two trails I had to mostly hike about 2 years ago.  This morning I ran them in their entirety as the sun appeared on the horizon. 

The mighty sun shined brightly when I reached Bommer Ridge.  I ran without headphones so that I could eavesdrop on other runners.  One guy passed me running up hill, then two others.  When we all reached the top, the leader said to me, “Did you see how much I beat those guys?”

“Yes,” I said.  “But you all beat me.”  I ran on past them as they rested at the top of the hill.  I heard them running behind me on the flats when I overheard one of them say, “Man, this really SUCKS!”  That made me giggle inside as I turned off onto Fenceline Trail, a lovely warm and sunny single track.

Then I began my descent back down into the canyon and the sun disappeared.

Running back into the mist:

I ran over deer tracks.  And I was alarmed by the tufts of bunny hair scattered about the trail.  Lovely spider webs dangled from the brush like delicate jewels.  Stink bugs scampered across the trail.  I ran East Cut-Away for the first time.  It seemed to be a never-ending climb.  With the mist and clouds I wasn’t quite sure when I was going to finally hit El Moro Ridge, which I would run almost to the top.  Just before reaching the top I ran two of my favorite trails, one of them a delicate, misty single track called “Emerald Falls,” and the other, “Old Emerald Falls,” a treacherous rocky uphill that I took  to hit Bommer Ridge again.  I felt strong, even running up “Old Emerald Falls,” where I gladly hopped to the side to let mountain bikers fly by.  I noticed one of them with blood running down his knees.

Emerald Falls Trail

I wasn’t exactly running fast, this was a marathon after all.  But I still felt physically strong as I ran Bommer, Willow and finally Laurel Canyon out of the park.  “Stair Steps” into Aliso Wood Canyon Parks took my remaining mental strength.  Though my legs still moved onward, I was fatigued.  Not drop-dead kind of fatigued but the “this needs to end soon,” kind of fatigued.   

Glee filled my heart when I finally reached West Ridge.  I ran it to Top of the World and stopped there to refill on water, etc.  I had to move onward quickly.  Time was fleeting, and I couldn’t help but think – if I keep this pace for Saddleback I’m in trouble.   

Laurel Canyon (a gorgeous run!)

Ending Laurel Canyon, about to cross Laguna Canyon Highway and make ascent into Aliso/Wood Canyons Park

Stair Steps Trail

I still had physical strength upon reaching Meadows Trail.  But I consumed no additional calories.  With my headphones on, I ran onward, “Just make it out of the park,” I said to myself.  “Out of the park!!”

Top of Meadows Trail

I ran the streets after exiting Aliso/Wood Canyons Wilderness, UTTERLY fatigued.  I forgot how locate Aliso Summit Trail, asked a stranger for directions.  Upon finally finding the trail, I cut through the brush to catch it, so anxious I was to finish this marathon.  I continued running, wanting, wanting, wanting for this trail to end and my race to finish. 

Aliso Summit Trail ended with a total of 26.38 miles (42.45 km) on my garmin.  I took time to stretch waiting for my family.  I was chaffed raw.  Otherwise, I felt fine.  No cramping.  But I really felt that I sucked, excuse my language, as a runner.  Why did I run out of energy with so much training?  I can answer that now with several hours to rehash the experience. After about 17 miles, I didn’t take in additional calories.  Why?  Because I didn’t feel like eating.  I must learn from this, continue with the calories!!

The good news is, this is the first marathon I ever WON!!!

View of Meadows Trail and Top of the World from Aliso Summit Trail

First placer, placing first in my age group and first overall – Just play along 

Elevation Profile:

Mentally Sensitive

I read about a new trail opening in Aliso/Wood Canyons.  I talked to the rangers about it, heard it dumped out into a Laguna Beach city park, that it was steep, and that I “wasn’t going to be running it.” (Challenge!!) They told me Mentally Sensitive was officially opening October 16. 

What intrigued me about this trail, firstly is that IT’S A NEW TRAIL!!  I MUST run all trails at Aliso/Wood Canyons.  Also, it will make my “big loop” longer, and lastly it dumps out into a park, which means possible parking and new park entrance possibilities.

Before heading off, I stopped by the ranger station, just to make sure the trail had opened.  Indeed it had.  Then the ranger commenced to look about her desk for a tool to help me pull the adjustment elastic in my shorts back through the slot to the button.  Nothing she could find worked, so I took off running slowly on Aliso Creek Trail working on my shorts (it paid off).

Though this entry is a preview of the new trail called Mentally Sensitive, first things first.  This is the defensive position of the stink bug: 

I thought it was cute.

Mentally Sensitive hits Meadows about a half mile of running Meadows, just before the switchback climb to the top (a total of 2.09 miles from the ranger station).  The trail’s easy to find with the brand new sign in about the middle of nowhere.

Mentally Sensitive started off in a dry meadow with small rolling hills.  Fun, easy, not difficult running.  I knew it wouldn’t last like this with all the talk about how steep the trail is (Challenge!). 

And then . . . AND THEN, the trail abruptly ended and I found myself running an asphalt road.  What the heck!  I wondered where I took a wrong turn.  The obviously new fences dotting the trail hinted that I was probably still running Mentally Sensitive.

Not too far on this asphalt portion I came upon another Mentally Sensitive sign.  And then the climb began.  It wasn’t so bad, steep, but very runnable.  I thought, “Hey, I can run this, what are they talking about?”  But deep down I knew that the trail could get steeper.  Much steeper.

And that it did.  The higher up the trail I ran, the steeper it grew.

I found myself forefoot running (on my toes) – not good for me and my toe problems.  At times I ran sideways to avoid the forefoot strike.  And at times I hiked.

And then there was some relief! 

In all, Mentally Sensitive was single track.  And it was kind of switchbacky (I know I made that word up).  It wasn’t exactly switchback, that is travelling to the left, then the right, then the left and so on.  The trail would move straight up, then travel to the right, then maybe up some more, then to the left, then up more, and then maybe to the left again – that sort of thing. 

I actually “ran out of breath” in a couple of parts of this trail and resorted to a fast hike once again.  There were even occasions where I slipped backward (though I didn’t fall.).  That is just not like me, especially when I have all the time in the world.  I had no idea though how to pace myself since I had never run Mentally Sensitive before.  I think eventually I will be able to run Mentally Sensitive in its entirety (of course at a snail’s pace).  But not today.  Not today.

Nearing the top, Mentally Sensitive finally flattened and I looked forward to the city park I assumed to be at its end.  I came upon the trailhead sign on a dirt truck road.  The top of Meadows was about a half mile to my right, to my left the dirt road continued.  No city park in sight.  So I ran some more to my left. (Picture below is top of Mentally Sensitive).

After about a quarter mile running this slightly sandy dirt truck road, I finally came to the park.  And I promptly tore off the drenched long-sleeved shirt that I wore on this cool morning.  And of course I posed for a picture:

And then I pushed this tree back up and headed back on the trail:

I continued running my regular loop.  I saw Jeff before reaching Top of the World.  He was running a similar loop, except counter-clockwise.  Hi Jeff!  (He’s training for Saddleback too):

The sun showed its face along the way.  And I ran onward dead-dog tired.  I think that I should have had more than a tall glass of carrot juice for breakfast.  I powered on nonetheless, fortunately with lots of fluids remaining.  On Wood Canyon I came upon a lone coyote with a long flowing tail.  Then a bit further along, at least six deer stood about in the middle of the trail.  They didn’t move on until I took out my camera.

The last 3 miles of this run were pretty dang difficult.  That worried me a bit, until I remembered that I ran yesterday. 

Saddleback Marathon is just about 2 weeks away!

Elevation Profile:  Miles logged today:  12.88 (20.73 km)

Aliso Summit Trail

I got a late start on this HOT morning.  I didn’t hit the pavement until 10:30 or so.  Today’s concoction:  Run out my door to Aliso Summit Trail (which is above Aliso/Wood Canyons Park).  It’s actually the ridge along Aliso Canyon.  I’ve never run Aliso Summit Trail, but knew it existed.  And I have often wondered if I could take it down into the canyon.  More than one person has told me that it’s paved, which kept me away these past couple years. 

My goal today was find a route down to Aliso Creek, cross it, then run up Meadows and then to Top of the World. 

Running the road – I’ve got to run to the top and over the hills ahead to reach Aliso Summit Trail

The climb up Pacific Island was pretty dang hellish.  The sun beamed down.  Cars whizzed by (which I was actually thankful for because of their breeze) and the grade was steep.  I ran up the bike lane.  But those cars drove down so fast, that I often jumped up onto the curb edge that was littered with glass to add an imaginary wall of safety between me and the cars.

I ran the entire road up.  No shade.  But I carried plenty of water on my back.  I think what made that portion of the run bearable was that I ran it with an empty mind.  Really.  I didn’t think about a thing.

Finally Reaching Top of Pacific Island Drive (Notice 7% grade sign in background)

Entrance to Aliso Summit Trail

First off, though the first twenty five feet or so was paved, overall this trail was not paved.  It’s a dirt trail with spectacular views.  At times, the trail is gravel.  And exquisite homes back up against the entire trail.   I ran past two different maintenance crews actually parked on the trail trimming the landscape at the back of these homes.

As a whole, the trail offered very little shade.  Right away, a road runner ran past me.  When I whipped out my camera, I dropped it in the dirt.  Scampering to get a picture of the colorful bird, he ran down the slope before I could.  I also came upon a few hikers and one runner.  All along, I scoured the steep slope for some route down into the canyon.  Though I didn’t see any, I was sure to find one eventually.  I investigated every hint of a trail downward. 

View of Pacific Ocean from Summit Trail (That’s Aliso Beach out there)

California Poppies along the Trail

Aliso Canyon

Well, Aliso Summit eventually dumped me out into a neighborhood.  I picked up the trail again a block away, searching, searching, searching for a way down.  Now way past Meadows Trail, I could see the ranger station, BUT NO WAY DOWN.  My husband had asked me, “Please no ‘cross country’ running today?”  He meant he didn’t want me bushwhacking or sliding down slopes.  I obliged his wishes.

And then.  AND THEN, you will not believe this!  The trail ended at a locked gate.  What is the deal with these trails that end at locked gates?  I was out of water (though I did have some coconut water still in my pack), I was hot and I was fatigued.  There was no way into the gated community.  A single track ran off to the left, which I took with hope in my heart that I’d find a way down to the ranger station, down to shade and water.  I ran that trail (pictured below) to a another dead end, and a slope so steep that I couldn’t rightfully attempt after assuring my husband “no cross country running.” 

I cannot adequately relay how disappointing this was.  I could see the ranger station!  And there was no way I wanted to run the Summit Trail all the way back in that blaring sun with no water (I was saving the small container of coconut water until I was really desperate).  As I ran along the trail, gate after gate into the upscale community was LOCKED.  And then I saw this:

Who’s idea was it to put a sturdy trashcan next to a locked gate??  My Pal – that’s who!

Well, I climbed up onto that trashcan, got on top of that gate and jumped down into the grass on the other side.  I didn’t even fall.

Bye-bye Aliso Summit Trail!

I ran through this gated neighborhood and exited out a gate at the bottom.  Thankfully, from the inside the gate is unlocked.  And then I ran the roads some more while drinking my coconut water.  I ran to the closest shopping center where my husband and two youngest boys were waiting to take this lady crusted in salt to lunch and drive her home. 

Miles logged today:  10

Rating of Aliso Summit Trail:  Thumbs down.