I’m Back

Here’s something that I didn’t know:  I didn’t know that I’d be more wiped out chaperoning 7th and 8th grade musicians on a three day trip than if I had run 20 miles for three days in a row.  I stayed up way past my bed time.  I ate way more calories than I’m used to.  And I had to be way more alert than usual.   (But I really had a joyous time.)

Arriving home Sunday evening, I thought surely I’d run Monday.  I needed a run.  Monday came.  I got our sons off to school and I drove straight home and went to bed!  I slept until 1:30 in the afternoon.  Then I picked up our sons from school, returned home and took a nap.  No joke! 

The weather this morning (Tuesday) was cloudy, misty and wet.  Not my favorite running weather.  It was time though to get back into the grove.  This weekend is my 24 Hour Nanny Goat Run (by the way if you’d like to contribute to The Wounded Warrior Project, see the link on the right for my pledge page).  And next week I begin my Twin Peaks training plan. 

I felt eager to put in ten plus miles today.  But with a lingering cough, I decided to just take it relatively easy, run some elevation and work on form.  Most of all, I wanted to enjoy.  And enjoy I did on this short(ish) out-and-back to Top of the World.  I worked up quite a sweat on this cool spring day. 

I’m officially back.

Greetings from Top of the World:

6.43 miles (10.35 km) run this morning: 

Just Stuff

I was not super-duper lucky today – that is, feeling well enough for a last-ditch run.  In fact, I was sicker today than yesterday.  After making breakfasts and packing lunches, I convinced hubby to get the boys off to school.   Actually, there was no “convincing.”  I simply asked, and he obliged.  Then I slept in until about 9:30 AM.  I felt weak.  My throat hurt.  I was sweating.

I knew there was no chance of running today, especially since I worked tonight and I have a THREE day trip with middle schoolers (beginning tomorrow, Friday). 

This all didn’t mean that I couldn’t get some strengthening in today.  I will say that hubby was less than pleased to find me in the living room with weights in my hands.  (Note to self:  one good reason NOT to have a home office).

So!  By mid afternoon, I wasn’t feeling too fine.  But I had to get off to work, then back to pack for my trip.  On the way to work I stopped for a hamburger, even though I wasn’t starved or anything.  It was just that I had taken in only a few hundred calories today, and with a full afternoon and evening ahead, I thought I’d go ahead and splurge on a burger.

Well.  I drove through the drive-thru, asked for a burger.  The speakers said, “Would you like fries?” 

“No.” 

“And that’s a double burger?”

“No double burger, no fries,” I replied.  I really just wanted some calories, and a burger was even more than I wanted.  “Just a burger.”

I drove up to the pay window.  Paid.

Then I drove up to the pick-up.  “Would you like to try our berry slush?” 

“No,” I laughed.  “I’m cutting back.  Just a burger.”

“Just a burger?”

“Yup.”

“No fries?”

“No.  Just a burger.”

After waiting a couple minutes the young lady returned to the window with a bag.  “Here’s your double burger,” she said.

“I don’t want a double.”

“You paid for a double.”  (That’s two patties of meat, which is way too much!)

“Still,” I smiled.  “I don’t want a double.”

She looked just a tad puzzled.  “Well, we’re going to have to give you a refund.  Wait.  Let me talk to my manager.”

“Okay.”

Can you believe that this precious young lady returned to the window with a copy of my receipt in her hand?  She held it out so that I could see and said, “Look.  You paid for a double.”

“BUT I DON’T WANT A DOUBLE.”

“Well,” she said timidly.  “You’re gonna have to pull forward and wait.  We’ll  bring you a single and a refund.”

“That’s okay,” I said and pulled forward.  There was no way I was going to take their double burger to convenience them.  The single was a bit too much as it was.  (My refund, by the way, was 51 cents)

I really had to laugh about the amount of food this particular franchise tried to push onto me.  No wonder we have a weight situation in the U.S.  First they wanted to give me fries, then a double burger, then a berry slush, and then a double burger again.  Yikes!!!

This was the highlight of my day.  Actually, work was my highlight (Because I really, really love my job – no joke).  But I was pretty dang annoyed with my students today, and I don’t want to say anything to embarrass them.  On the good side, I didn’t kick anyone out of class. 

Happy weekend!

No Grief

I sweated through the night and woke with a sore throat.  Shhhhhhh.  Don’t tell anyone.  When I run with a sore throat, I pretty much ALWAYS get sicker.  But I HAD to run this morning because I’m not sure when I’m going to run next.  You see, I am chaperoning our oldest son’s middle school orchestra on a trip up north.  I get to share a suite with a stranger and monitor and make sure my group (4 boys) have among other things, their dress shirts buttoned correctly, the right size cummerbunds and lights turned off at the signified time.  I highly doubt that I’ll get a run in on this upcoming trip. 

Back to this morning’s run.  The skies were blue, the weather HOT – a lovely hot.  I ran through Wood Canyon first, and I ran through Wood Canyon last on an out-and-back to Top of the World at Aliso/Wood Canyons.   The canyon as usual felt like an oven.  I’m so ready for heat training, so I took it head on.  The ridge as usual gave me a welcomed relief with cool breezes.   I felt strong the entire 14.71 miles and I did my fluids perfect once again!  Yay.  Here’s to re-filling even when I don’t think I need it. 

By the time I left for work this afternoon, I was feeling the effect of my deed.  And I pretended that I just suddenly got ill.  If I hadn’t been deceitful, I would have gotten grief from the family over running.  And I want NO GRIEF over running.

And such is life.

If I am super-duper lucky, perhaps I will get well over night.  Then I can fit in one more run before the trip.  Can a girl be that lucky?

Out-and-Back to Top of the World

On Aliso / Creek Trail which is paved for the first 3/4 mi.:

Wood Canyon:

Running up Cholla Trail:

West Ridge:

Top of the World:

Sitton Peak

This morning I drove up Ortega Highway for a run with a veteran trail runner, Steve Harvey.  He showed me trails I’ve never heard of, mostly single-track, in the San Mateo Wilderness.  Colorful spring flowers dotted the trail edges.  A welcomed cool breeze blew occasionally beneath a hot sun on often exposed trails.  The trail markers reminded me of make-shift grave markers. 

I got lots of advice on my training plan for Twin Peaks.  And right now I’m feeling a little more confident about what I signed myself up for.  I’m so grateful for this run and the knowledge and confidence I gained.  I am now armed with “I can do it.”  This is opposed to “I’m not sure I can do it.”  Or worse yet, “I doubt I can do it.” 

We ran past a helicopter rotor on the mountain floor.  I couldn’t help imagine the helicopter plummeting down.  You really never know what you’ll come across trail running.  Helicopter parts was a first for me.  We also came to yet another “Four Corners.”  But this one was the meeting of FIVE trails.  LOL.  Then we climbed a foot sliding steep trail to Sitton Peak, where we did some sittin’.  .  The 360 degree views of wilderness was awe-inspiring. 

One piece of advice Steve gave me was to find a good technical downhill and work on really opening up on it.  He said that I won’t run the technical downhills that fast in an ultra, but I’ll run them more confidentially.  We ran a technical downhill on the way back when Steve took off surprisingly fast, hoping from side to side for the best path.  He disappeared from sight in an instant.  I have considered myself a decent technical down hill runner, in fact, this is pretty much my strong point.  This morning I had to push it to catch Steve.  I focused hard, several steps ahead and ran it much faster than I normally would have.  It was a blast!

San Mateo Wilderness with grave-marker-like trail markers:

Sitton Peak:

Running back to the trailhead on trails less-traveled:

It really didn’t seem like this much work! : )

2012 Quests

Unlike previous years, I did not decide on my races or any other running goals at the beginning of 2012.  It has taken me until May to mark out my quests for the year.  Some of them I have already conquered – of course Calico, my favorite race of the year, Horsethief Repeats, Meadows Repeats, Big Baz’s 21k and his SJT 50k as well.  But more than half of 2012 remains.  And thus, I decided to get my “list” down.

These are my quests for the remainder of 2012:

1) Tides to Towers Run (A run from my house down to the beach to the Towers on Santiago Peak) 29+ miles

2) A Tides to Towers and back to Tides Run, 58 miles

3) Nanny Goat’s 24 Hour Trail Race, end of May, to benefit the Wounded Warriors (see right top Current Project for my pledge page)

4)  Camp Pendleton Mud Run; I had sworn off mud runs a while back, but with two friends running it, I decided to go ahead and get muddy in 2012.  Plus, Camp Pendleton has great runs.

5) Twin Peaks Ultra, 50 miles in the Saddleback mountains with 15,000’+ of elevation gain (yikes).  I’ve got some time – October 13.

6)  Not sure yet, but if I can afford it, I have an “F” (as in DNF),  that I’d like to make up by running the Bulldog 50k in August. (This will take some heat training).

7) And though I’m not yet registered, I definitely plan on running the Saddleback Marathon again this year in November. (This is my 2nd favorite race of the year).

8) And finally . . . run 2,000 annual miles.

As far as number of races, 2012 does not have a great number, especially compared to previous years.  But the overall difficulty of my quests is much greater than all my trail running years combined.  I need to get into the best shape of my life for Twin Peaks, which calls for some life adjustments, which I can gladly make, but lack the discipline thus far.  Yes, I’m 47.  But I can get into the best shape of my life because you see, my prior “best shape of my life,” I was in my late twenties and a non-runner.  I would do anything NOT to run.  And though I was a swimmer back then (5 days a week, 5:30 in the morning before work) and did aerobic dance in the evenings, I was also immature (very) and I was a SMOKER.  Therefore, I think I can smoke my prior “best shape in my life.”   I am not questing the impossible.

The week after Nanny Goat, I will begin a rigid training plan to get myself ready.  I hope to drop 20 pounds by the end of summer as well, and get myself on a diet richer in fruits and vegetables. 

Twin Peaks is why I’m running runs like I ran this morning (and this afternoon – I got a late morning start, and didn’t finish until about 2:30 pm).  My plan for today’s run:  up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.  I ran up steep inclines, ran down technical downhills, then back up again.  I pretty much zig-zagged Aliso / Wood Canyons (though the satellite doesn’t look much like a zig-zag).  I enjoyed myself immensely.  More importantly, I planned my fluids perfectly.  And even more importantly than that, I finished with “gas still in the tank.”  That means I CAN WORK HARDER.  I just need the discipline to push myself more. 

Scenes from my 18 mile zig-zag run through Aliso/Wood Canyons:

Running up Mentally Sensitive (the first incline on the elevation profile below):

Enjoying the ridiculously steep run up:

Top of the World after clothing adjustments and a snack:

Chased this gopher snake down on Park Avenue Nature Trail (sorry little buddy, I just wanted a picture):

Running down Car Wreck Trail:

Running up Mathis:

A Brand New Bridge on Coyote Run Trail:

Running up the steps on Wood Creek:

Just in time to snap a photo of this rattler on the final stretch of this 18 mile run (last mile, on Aliso Creek Trail):

Satellite:

+3,027’ (922.63m) elevation gain / 18.03 miles (29k):

The Big Loop (Counter-Clockwise)

I ran my regular Big Loop in Aliso/Wood Canyons this morning.  But I did something different.  I ran it counter-clockwise.  Instead of a short drastic climb closer to the beginning of the loop, I ran a more gradual climb, lasting several miles long.

And it was delightful.

And it was hot.

And it was stress free.

Gopher Greeting at Park’s Entrance:

Bunnies hopped across the trail.  Squirrels squealed from trees.  Stink bugs and Potato bugs crept along the dirt.  It was a lovely day in the wilderness.  Ended up that choosing the counter-clockwise direction was definitely best for today.  Why?  Because of the heat.  The canyon traps in the heat and it gets like you’re running through an oven.  Since I ran it fairly early, the heat was still bearable.  If I had run the canyon last, the afternoon heat would have been already settled in and baking.  On the other hand, running the ridge during the hotter part of the day provided lovely breezes.  And the best part was . . .  wait for it . . .

I got to run DOWN Mentally Sensitive.

Wood Canyon:

One of Two Staircases (both going UP) on Wood Creek:

I reached Top of the World feeling relaxed, nasal breathing the entire route.  Felt like I wasn’t physically working hard enough, which means I CAN work harder.    I love finding new techniques that make my run better, even if they are baby steps. 

By far the best part of today’s 13 mile run was my descent on Mentally Sensitive.  I have only run up that trail.  And I am here to report that I did not truly understand how steep that trail is until I ran down it today.  Wow!  I wasn’t sure how to run it.  Carefully for sure.  Some parts of the single track I debated whether I should sit and slide down on my butt.  I decided instead to kind of skip from side to side.  One steep portion was too short to get a skip started, so I ran tiny steps very quickly, nearly running straight off the cliff, which I wouldn’t have done because I would have forced myself to the ground in the opposite direction.  Glad I didn’t need to do that!  I was amazed to find myself still standing at the end of that slope. 

Exhilarating. 

Top of Mentally Sensitive:

Great, great fun (Mentally Sensitive):

I had so much energy left that I ran on in to the ranger station faster than I began my run this morning.  Chalk this baby up as one of those delightful, adventurous, easy runs. 

I soared over this critter on my way back to Wood Canyon (just a gopher snake, but a beaut still):

Elevation Profile of The Big Loop Counter-Clockwise:

Checking out.  Bye.  And thanks for reading! : )

Flora en route to Top of the World

DESPITE the joyful brutality of yesterday’s run, plus some red wine with dinner and after dinner, and waking at 6AM and getting breakfasts, lunches made, and  3 sons off to to school, I went for a trail run this morning.  I took my usual “shortish” run route, an out-and-back to Top of the World.  Perhaps I shall get “back  on track” (not the actual track, thank goodness), but my life, which means my mental and physical fitness.  I’m not saying that it’s trashed.  But it’s starting to slide.  It started to slide quite a few years ago when the U.S. economy took a tank.  But I kept going strong in the beginning, stronger than I would have imagined – that is until I went and registered for the 50k I just recently ran.  It was then during my pre-race freak-out that my diet (meaning the types of calories that I consumed as opposed to a calorie deficit plan) went out the window and my workout regimen started to fall down the mountain.  (No, that’s not fair.  It was the non-gym renewal that threw my workout regimen for a loop.  I feel like a spoiled child.  I mean, we can’t have everything we want.  I will have to do without a gym membership.  What’s important in life – NOT GYM MEMBERSHIPS! : )

And again, I digress.

The skies were blue and lovely and the weather nicely warm this morning around 10AM.  Perfect for a trip to Top of the World. I had a delightful time drenching my cotton t-shirt in salty sweat while snapping pictures of the flora along the way to Top of the World.  (Thanks Johann for your post on cotton-t’s – I was miserably chaffed after this past weekend.  Cotton was a welcomed relief today.)  Many of the flora photos didn’t all come out, mainly because I didn’t stand still to take snap the pictures.  Funny, though the hills are covered with a multitude of colors, mostly the yellowish flowered pictures turned out. 

Entering Wood Canyon before a climb up Cholla Trail to West Ridge:

My plan today was to take it nice and easy, put in some elevation gain and focus on breathing.  I also planned on, and did relish the heat.  I studied every runner that I came upon, and noticed they were all mouth breathing. How do you tell?  Open mouths.  And I daydreamed also.  I daydreamed about running the Transrockies Race one of these days – hopefully by age 50. (which is just a few short years away).  In other words, I lost the focus of the moment, the present.  But that’s okay.  I was still able to take in the beauty and notice the glorious spring flowers. 

I did spy a beautiful patch of purple flowers on Park Avenue Nature Trail.  I took a step in close to capture a photo and heard the rattles.  Did you know that rattlesnakes can’t hear well?  They feel your step vibrations in the earth.  I like that.  Makes me feel safer – like I don’t have to wear a cow bell to warn them.

When I heard the rattles, I stepped back, focused on my surroundings and stepped back in for a photo.  Rattle, rattle, rattle.  I backed away from the sound again quickly.  I couldn’t see the snake anywhere.  As such I decided I’d get a photo of those purple flowers another time.  (If I can’t see the snake, I’m not going to take my chances).

One more note before venturing on to the flora pictures.  I met my ex-marine, currently mixed-martial arts acquaintance on an obscure single track, exactly about the time I was thinking about his nasal breathing recommendation.  I smothered him with questions, which he had lots of answers.  Funny, I have military men in my family, and some of them runners.  They never mentioned nasal breathing to me.  Ultimate Fighter A-Rod answered lots of my questions, as he was visibly pleased that I felt improvement on the first try.  He said it would take at least a month to get nasal breathing down on the run.  And can you believe this?  The marines used to duct-tape his mouth shut because he had such a difficult time with nasal breathing.  Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going way off track – but I suppose that’s the nature of a trail runner.

Flora en route to Top of the World:

Glorious.  Simply glorious.