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)

There’s More Than One Way To The Top Of The World

No matter your destination, there’s always more than one route.  This is true in many ways, not only with running.  It’s true in all things in life – there are countless routes.  In some cases, all the routes are difficult.  But I suppose that depends on your goal.  If your goal is run to The Top of the World (the top of Aliso/Wood Canyons over looking Laguna Beach), the only way there is up and up and up.

If you know me, you probably know that my favorite route to the top is up Meadows Trail.  Why?  Not because it’s the steepest way.  Because it is.  I love running up Meadows because it’s a switchback, single-track.  There’s something about Switchback single-tracks that my brain can grasp onto and change into something exciting and fun!

Today, I chose a different route to The Top of the World.  I chose Mathis, which is not a single track, nor is it a switchback, and I usually also don’t pick it because there’s no shade. 

Fortunately, shade didn’t matter on this misty, cloudy day.  And the idea of Mathis gave me no anxiety.  I felt carefree as I ran in and out of all the different trails along the way.  It was one of those days, like so many on the trail, where everything was beautiful.  I had to eventually tell myself, “No more pictures!!.”

I broke through countless spider webs as I ran along Wood Creek Trail.  I noticed that the poison oak leaves were turning red and I took delight in moss covered rocks.  Here I stopped to set up a picture among one of my favorite spots on Wood Creek Trail (I love, love, love running up these rocks):

Wood Creek dumped me back into Wood Canyon.  I saw a few cyclists, a runner here and there.  When I jumped onto Coyote Run Trail, I didn’t see one person as I ran in and out of the trees.  At one point, thousands (I’m serious THOUSANDS!  It had to be that many) of crows flew about and nested in the trees.  They cawed so loudly and almost frantically, I was a bit spooked, wondering, “What do they see that I can’t see?”

For all I know, they could have been having an acorn feeding frenzy.  I don’t know crow habits.  I did try to capture a picture here before turning off to ascend Nature Loop Trail for a ridge run so that I ran above the canyon.  But the picture doesn’t show the countless crows sitting in the trees.  It still think it’s an eerie picture:

I descended down Nature Loop to hit Mathis.  I ran along a new barbed wire fence that’s up along the newly reinforced creek bed.  Good thing they put in these single chains every fifty feet or so, otherwise everyone and her brother would be getting in:

I ran Mathis with little thoughts running through my mind.  One foot in front of the other – that’s all I did, except for some focusing on form.  When I reached the top of Mathis, two female hikers were sitting at the kiosk.  One of them said, “YOU JUST RAN UP THAT THING???” 

“Ya,” I chuckled.  “It’s a little hard.” 

“Ya,” she said.  “It’s a little steep.”

Yes, Mathis is a little steep.  But, amazingly, I’ve run steeper.  And the steepness continued up West Ridge.  I took a little detour onto Park Avenue Nature Trail to finally reach THE TOP.

Nothing to see at Top of the World except pure white skies, I spent little time there.  I don’t need to see the ocean anymore.  Just being at The Top of the World was glorious.  I ran back down West Ridge in the cold, my clothing wet from sweat.  I saw my running friend, Jeff, far off in the distance.  Then I opted for a nice technical downhill on Rockit Trail:

Ending up Rockit, fall flowers line the trail:

Back onto Coyote Run Trail, I ran with joy, wanting more.  But I worked today and I just didn’t have the time.  I did have the time to snap this photo of my favorite tree on Coyote Run:

Finally ending back on Wood Canyon Trail, I realized that I had run 2.5 miles (4.02 km) more than I planned.  With some melancholy in my heart over the fact that I would be leaving this beauty, I stopped to capture one more picture of Southern California coastal trails:

Elevation Profile:  9.51 miles (15.30 km) run today

Arroyo Trabuco Trail / OCTR New Member Run

Filling in again this month leading OCTR’s New Member Run, I scheduled a trail that I rarely run.  I ran it more frequently in the past, always lead by  Tom Fangrow. 

I’m not afraid to “lead” runs anymore.  Sometimes I’m the slowest runner.  Less frequently,  I’m the quickest.  Most of the times, I’m right in the middle.  It doesn’t matter either way.  But I was a bit nervous about getting lost on Arroyo Trabuco Trail.  Last night, I checked the map to see if I could figure out how to get to a part I really wanted to run.  I wasn’t sure if I figured it out. I finally resolved to mark the trail as we ran it.  Still, on the way to our meeting place, I thought to myself, I sure wish Tom would show up, he could show me the way on this trail.

Guess what?  The first thing I saw when I pulled into the parking lot was Tom’s car!  What a great surprise.  I was so happy to see the trail runner who showed me so much about trail running.  If it wasn’t for Tom I wouldn’t know about 90% of the trails that I’m familiar with.  I probably wouldn’t know how to run up hills (he’s the first one who told me to not think about the top, just think about the step I was on).  And he was the one who told me TO DRINK FLUIDS.  In fact, I ran my very first trail run with Tom on an OCTR New Member Run in Peter’s Canyon, June 2008.

Wow!

I had the pleasure of meeting and running with 3 other trail runners this morning also.  The weather was cool and overcast.  The trail beautiful.  We crossed streams and I plowed right through them as usual because I know my feet’s going to get wet sooner or later.  Eventually we all had wet feet.  Funny thing, I fell on this run.  It was a good kind of fall; I kind of rolled and hopped back up with no injury.  It seemed to freak out everyone, but I bet that Tom was a little used to my falls even though it’s been a while since we ran together.  He asked about my hand, and I later wondered if it was because of my big fall when we ran Santiago Truck Trail a couple years ago where I thought I broke my wrist.  The ladies insisted that I stop and check myself out.  I knew I was okay, but stopped anyway.  LOL.  If they’d seen some of my falls, they’d know that this was just a blip. 

Fun short run, great meeting new people and seeing an old good friend (and I don’t mean old as in age)!  Today it seems apropos to end with an old, probably corny lyric that I used to sing in Girl Scouts: 

Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.

Scenes from today

Parking lot meeting:  left to right, Me, Tom, Nina, Sherree, Lauren

Miles logged this morning:  4.65

Buffalo Alley 2011

This morning Camp Pendleton’s Marine Corps Buffalo Alley’s race, honoring the fallen and the wounded, commenced.  I ran Buffalo Alley in honor of Tyler Holtz, who at age 22 was in the special forces, an Army Ranger.  A 2007 alumni of Mater Dei (an OC Catholic  high school) Tyler gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country last month.  On September 24, 2011, Tyler Holtz was killed in Afghanistan. 

I hope not to upset anyone who knew him by placing his picture here.  I did not know Tyler, but I very well may have stood next to one of his parents or three brothers in a grocery store line without even knowing it.  We live in the same town.  My heart goes out to his family and those who knew him. 

Tyler Holtz

   

Today was the 4th year in a row I have run Buffalo Alley.  And I do not run it so much for my passion of trail running.  I run it because I am also passionate about honoring and respecting the men and women who sacrifice so much for their country. 

Though this race is full of smiles and laughter, there’s a solemn moment at the Start Line.  I can’t help but think of the hardships soldiers face as we run up that first mile long hill of this 10k race. 

I ran as fast as I could the entire race.  I never stopped, even when I grabbed fluids from the aid stations.  I drank on the run.  I took pictures on the run.  My ipod’s battery drained about a mile into the race, even though I thought that I had fully charged it the day before.  So, I ran without music today and focused on Tyler’s memory.  The image of a four-leaf clover flittered into my mind off and on.  I’m not sure why.  Perhaps because I am so very fortunate to have my sons to hug today. 

Elevation Profile:

Scenes from Buffalo Alley 2011:

This year’s time:  1:11:07

Last year’s time (2010): 1:18:42

A Day in the Life of my Easy Day

No work today, my “easy” day, my Friday.  I love “easy” days, mainly because I have more time to run. (Is that selfish?  Yup – a truth I have to accept.) 

I woke at 6 AM made a pot of coffee, let our puppy outside,  folded clothes, switched clothes to the dryer, put another load into the washer, fed our pup.  Then I poured myself a cup of coffee, checked e-mail, read a blog entry and commented.  I filled the dishwasher, washed down the counters.  After that came the fun part: waking three boys.  The oldest jumped right up because he goes to school last and has time to run off to the office and play Minecraft.  The middle boy jumped right up too, then went out to the couch and slept before the television.  It was boy number three that frustrated me.  He would not budge from bed and I finally had to rely on counting.  1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . He was up then too, asleep on the floor in front of the television. 

Middle boy had a stomach ache and didn’t want breakfast.  I made our youngest breakfast, then commenced to make three packed lunches, while at the same time filling my hydration pack with water and Nuun tablets.  By 7:30 AM I was out the door driving 2 boys to school.  After attending morning assembly, which consisted of the flag salute and announcements, I talked with middle boy’s teacher, then a girlfriend and drove back home for boy number three.  Thing is, I didn’t head off toward home.  I started driving to Aliso/Wood Canyons!

At home, our oldest had already made and ate his breakfast and was fully dressed when I arrived.  This is what he said to me, “Dang it!  I forgot to take a shower.”

Forgot? 

“You can’t be perfect,” I said.  “Put on some deodorant, take a shower tonight.” Some day he will appreciate my tolerance (right now, he thinks I’m probably the strictest mom in town).  Funny – he acted annoyed when I said I accidentally drove toward Aliso/Wood Canyons instead of home.

In a rush, I laced up my trail shoes, put on some running clothes while my son hollered for me from inside the truck.  So off I drove again, this time to our oldest boy’s school.  Drinking my breakfast along the way (a yogurt smoothie), I parked in the school lot, and we listened to a music cd – Pitbull.  Then he headed off with five minutes to spare. (I might add that he was angry with me for embarrassing him by “rocking out” in the car, though no one witnessed it.)

Then . . . FREEDOM.  OH FREEDOM!

In 90F+ weather, my feet hit the trails happily at Aliso/Wood Canyons. I felt a bit draggy, not exactly dragging my feet, but running slower than usual due to the heat.  Did this bother me?  No way!  I was running trails and that’s all I really wanted right then.  I decided on the “Big Loop”, that is a loop around the entire park.  I also chose a clock-wise loop because that goes UP Meadows and I like to torture myself in the heat.  

A View of Saddleback Mountains from the top of Meadows Trail (Ya!  I’ve been up there!)

View of Pacific Ocean/Laguna Beach from top of Meadows:

Though these trails were heaven, the heat was hellish, and frankly I kind of liked it, in a suffering sort of way.  Thankfully I checked my hydration pack at Top of the World, because ends up, I was nearly empty.  I refilled and headed off again onto West Ridge.  I saw only one runner, and a few mountain bikers. 

Today’s run in itself was uneventful, and that was beautiful. Truly beautiful.  If you can appreciate uneventfulness, you probably will never say these words, “I am bored.”  My children and my students all say, “I am bored.”  At this point in my life, I really can’t understand those words.  Anyway, off subject!   I found a couple more bike reflectors to add to my collection.  I said hello to perfect strangers.  I witnessed countless squirrels and bunnies scamper across the trails and through the fields.  Delightful.

Running the Canyon, Wood Creek Trail, where it’s actually hotter than the ridge.  The heat seems to get trapped in the canyon.  I took this particular photo because at this point, my calves were burning up from the sun, the heat was tremendous.

Wood Creek Trail – the prize!  Top of the World isn’t the prize, it’s more the glory.  Trails like these, they are the prize.

I include this picture only because of the effort it took catching it.  I slid down a slope to get it, tried several times to run in front of the camera in the allotted time, until I finally decided to traipse through the creek and wet my feet (and you know I’m not vain, because I absolutely HATE the way the hydration pack makes me look, kinda squished with no figure at all).

Wood Canyon Trail / Conservation Corps still working on the trails.

I ran on in slowly to the truck.  Then I drove quickly home to shower as fast as I could.  My face was crusted with salt.  For lunch I made a turkey sandwich and washed it down with a diet coke while surfing the internet, answering e-mails, etc.  Then I was back in the truck to drive to the school once again.  I hung out with other moms until the children got out.  After that I took our youngest and middle boy and went along with a girlfriend and her son and step-mother to the school’s book faire.  After spending about a half hour in the book faire, I dropped the youngest boys at home, then headed off to grocery shop.  From there, I drove to oldest boy’s school to pick him up.

Back at home, I listened to the eldest practice violin, and then middle boy practice the guitar.  I did more laundry, downloaded my garmin, answered more e-mails, gathered paperwork for a meeting tomorrow, charged the ipod.  Then it was time to start dinner while the boys and FOUR additional neighborhood boys played in the backyard. 

We ate outside tonight beneath an oversized maroon umbrella, it was so dang hot in the house,  For dinner I served carne asada steak, ranch style beans, french fries and a romaine and spinach salad.  For those who didn’t want a green salad (youngest and middle boy), they got peaches.  I had something a little different:  macaroni and cheese, a romaine and spinach salad with light Caesar dressing and wine.  : )

Alas, the day was not finished.  I cleared the backyard table, emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, prompted homework.  Then there was more laundry to do.  After that – fast forward, with the children all in bed, I put the computer on my lap, answered e-mails and began this blog.  I’m sure there’s lots that I missed.  I just thought it would be fun to catalogue the day.  Stay tuned if this if your first read of my blog.  It isn’t usually this mundane.

Today’s run:

First Run Back

First run back on the trails, that is.  I did run the treadmill yesterday for some speed work.  Today was my first day since pacing Twin Peaks that my feet hit dirt.  I picked my favorite local trails, Aliso/Wood Canyons, a short out-and-back to Top of the World.  And all I could think about was Twin Peaks.  Pacing the event has become a huge milestone in my running “career.”  I know this may sound odd, but my feet hit the dirt differently now, with more confidence. 

I was a little stiff this morning after a huge two hour gym workout yesterday, not to mention mountain miles on Sunday.  Yet, this morning, even during another heat wave, I ran up Cholla Trail with relative ease.  I felt like my feet grabbed the ground.  I ran that entire climb without any forefoot strikes (which is my desire).

Running a single-track off of West Ridge Trail, with a one-track mind – pointing out the mountains where Twin Peaks took place.

View of Pacific Ocean from Park Avenue Nature Trail – I can’t get enough of that!

I wanted a short run, because like I’ve alluded, I’ve changed.  Short runs are valuable too.  It’s running trails that I love.  I don’t have to do 10-20 miles to be satisfied.  Six will do, especially if I’m running to Top of the World (which by the way was empty today due to the heat).  Today, I was more about the awesomeness of the trails than I was about the mileage, or even pace (though I did pick up my pace when I thought about it.)

Soon I will be back and off this cloud I’m on. I’m looking forward to catching up on reading blogs and answering comments.  I can’t wait to find out how bloggers did on their races this weekend.  Thanks ahead of time for all your comments.  I am truly amazed at all of your efforts, whether it’s running the trails or the road, no matter how quick or slow you are, you are among the elite.  A small percentage of the adult population can run more than a half mile. 

Hope you have a great run tomorrow, or the next day, or the next!

Top of the World

A new pal on West Ridge

Elevation Profile:

Miles logged today (Wednesday): 6.32

Miles logged Tuesday:  2