Today’s single digit run was a bear. A real bear! I began at the top of Mentally Sensitive (the closest steepest trail I know) and “ran” up and down it not three times, but FOUR times. I had a miserable time of it on the uphills. I practiced the fancy feet, quick technical running on the downhills. It took complete focus not to fall or trip. The 4th trip up was brutal. Down right excruciating.
I think that’s enough of that. For today anyway. 
I cannot wait to lay my head down and sleep.
It’s officially wind down time. My next several runs will be single-digit-mileage. Today, I took to an old favorite, an out-and-back to Top of the World in Laguna Beach. I got some minimal climbing, seemingly endless rolling hills, cool breezes, blue skies and spring flowers in about 6.5 miles.
Though the pressure’s on, the pressure’s off – see if that makes any sense. 
Heading to Top of the World:
The distant mountains – less than two weeks, I’m there!
Heading back to the truck:
This morning I ran my last long run before Old Goat. And I finally did it. I ran the first 20ish miles of Old Goat within the cutoff time – by TWO MINUTES. I managed this despite wardrobe issues (I layered too much on this freezing morning then had to re-pack my pack to fit everything.) I managed this despite the fact that I dropped my gloves (my son’s gloves) and had run back (uphill) about a quarter mile until I found them. I also managed this despite the fact that I fell (though it was a long downhill fall, it was a pillowy, soft fall with only a scratch on my shin to tell). I also managed this despite a throbbing headache for about five miles. I had to rethink, “Did I hit my head when I fell???” I even managed this despite having to dig my water stash out and bury it back at the halfway point, wasting 8 minutes there. And I also managed this despite the fact that I stopped and chatted a few minutes with two fellow lady runners who will be manning an aid station at Old Goat.
A mantra formed in my mind early on that I repeated again and again. I told myself, “Loosen up and pick up.” This helped me to remember to keep my body lose and free of tension, as well as, pick up my pace, and pick up my feet. There’s no feet shuffling allowed on this route. Not unless I want to eat dirt. And I don’t really like the taste of dirt. Toward the end of my run, I gained a burst of energy when I knew that I might make the cut off time. My mantra changed to a shorter version, “Relax and kick back.” Relax of course referred to the loosening up. And the kick back referred to kicking out the back, as opposed to lunging forward. Kicking out the back makes it virtually impossible to trip.
Now, I feel as if I have a chance!
Taking off on a cold, cold morning at sunrise:
Fueling on the run:
I didn’t run as much mileage I wanted over the past months. Time was short. But then again, if I really wanted it, I would have run at night on the streets after the boys went to bed. I will revert to one of my favorite sayings: It is what it is. As I wind down the training, my lack of mileage is really the least of worries. My biggest struggle right now is not giving up before the race even starts. AND . . . and I need to stop sabotaging myself with a bad diet.
With 18 days remaining before Old Goat, I’ve got planned only one more long run. Today was not that run. Instead, I decided on a single-digit run up and down Mentally Sensitive three times. Yes, the trail I find most difficult in Aliso/Wood Canyons, I took on 3 times today.
The first trip up that grueling trail was easier than the second and third times up. But the second and third trips up were equally as difficult. The down hills on the other hand, I enjoyed immensely, using the time to cool off and practice technical downhill running.
Going up!
Blossoms along the way:
I drove up the mountain again in the dark this morning. And this time, I didn’t make the long drive just to check the weather and drive back (like I did last weekend). My eyelids were heavy, the weather was cold. And I so, so, so didn’t want to run. (What’s going on with me???) I wanted more than anything to drive home and go back to sleep.
My truck parked in Blue Jay at The Main Divide, I applied sunscreen, Glide. I briefly considered taking a nap in my truck. Only the fear of a crazed killer breaking my window and slashing my throat as I slept stopped me. “Just get out of the car and start marching,” I told myself. And that I did. Up the Main Divide, I hiked, I ran, I suffered as the sun rose above the horizon.
Nearly two miles later, I felt in the groove – just in time for a nice long downhill on Trabuco Trail. I felt good. Loose. I made good time. I even made better time than usual when it got rocky. AND IT GOT ROCKY. Amazingly, I came upon running friend Mark R. on that trail. I write “amazingly” because out of all the trails, and all the hours in the day, it’s a big coincidence that I’d come upon a friend in these lonely woods.
Trail running is so fun!
Running down a serene Trabuco Trail: 
Rocks. And more rocks!:
I wasted twenty, yes TWENTY minutes at the bottom of Trabuco. I dug out my water stash, refilled my pack. The weather warming up, I had to peel off layers and somehow find room for them in my pack. With a full water bladder, I needed to cram my belongings into my pack to fit. I broke one of the bungee cord tie downs on the backside. I feared I might bust the zippers too, my pack was so full. Ended up, I had to take out a water bottle and carry it. (I drank it on the way up Holy Jim to get rid of the weight.)
On the way up Holy Jim, I was lucky to come upon a California Mountain King Snake. It was beautifully colored, bright orange, black and white. But, alas, it moved too fast for me to catch a photo. I made decent time, not great, but not terrible, running slowly up Holy Jim. The main thing was, I didn’t suffer much. I didn’t suffer much because I finally realized how to run Holy Jim. The secret is: Fully expect another switchback at every single bend, otherwise your heart will break again and again. In other words, don’t look for the end. Don’t expect the end. Just keep going and take in the beauty.
Warming up on Holy Jim: 
I put my hands on my hips at least once. And I grabbed a couple tree trunks on my final ascent to Bear springs. Again, I was amazed this morning. Bear Springs was actually CROWDED with people taking in the giant shade before a big trek to Santiago Peak. I had to get a picture. I stood back from the group, snapped a photo and one of the young women turned and looked at me. “I know you,” she said. I started filing through runners in my mind to place her. Before I could finish she said, “You’re Lauren. I read your blog!”
Wow! Talk about a picker-upper. I chatted a bit with Maria and her friends (in photo below). She was so nice and encouraging about my Old Goat training. She made me feel like I was almost there as far as training, instead of how I’ve been feeling, which is I’m NO WHERE CLOSE.
Bear Springs:
I took off rested on The Main Divide back toward Blue Jay, noticing cougar tracks in far too many places. They were small tracks, but much too big for a bobcat. They probably belonged to a juvenile. I’ve seen cougar tracks on occasion, especially on Harding Truck Trail, but never on this trail.
The remainder of this 21 mile run was a grueling, yet joyful, up and down, up and down rocky truck trail. I ran up on snow several times, using the opportunity to fill my cap with it so that I could keep my head cool.
Looking toward the Pacific Ocean (at Indian Truck Trail intersection):
I’m so relieved that I got out and ran instead of napping in my truck.
Great gain today (6,344’):
I’m not running tomorrow, so I can close out February with a checkmark next to my goal – to run the elevation of Mt. Everest (29,029’/8,848 m). I ran about 1,500’ more elevation than the great mountain, totaling 30,556’ (9,313 m) for the month of February.
As I ran those 30,000’+ of elevation, I came to realize a few things that must go concerning my running if I’m going to have any chance of finishing Old Goat 50. First off, I’ve got to loosen up. Loosen my shoulders, my legs, my arms, basically get rid of all tension. Another thing I’ve decided, is that it’s okay to grab at branches. I used to forbid myself from grabbing a branch to climb a steep trail. Doing so made me feel weak. To this silly rule, I say, screw that. I will grab at branches, at boulders, or anything else that will help move me forward. Another odd rule I used to have (because again, I foolishly considered it a sign of weakness) is forbidding myself to use my arms to push off from my quads. When a climb is so steep that it’s practically more efficient to crawl, I will use my arms to push off from my quads. In fact, I will do it anytime such a move propels me forward.
There’s more that I learned, and in today’s run finalized. To begin, I have been adamantly against the forefoot strike, mainly because it irritates my neuroma. Scratch that. I can get up a brutally steep hill faster with a forefoot strike. Sometimes a forefoot strike is okay! And lastly, I’ve decided it’s okay to put my hands on my hips. Yes, hands on the hips slows me down. But that’s okay. Hands on the hips is a way of resting without stopping forward momentum.
Concerning this morning’s run, though I was no speed demon, I made decent time. Best of all, it felt like one of those “easy” runs. And lastly, the only reason I went up Mentally Sensitive is because it’s a bitch, a real bitch! (Excuse my language, I’m just in that kind of mood.)
Grabbing at a branch moment on Mentally Sensitive:
This morning’s elevation profile:
I got out for a trail run this morning with absolutely no goals in mind. I didn’t feel particularly strong. In fact, climbing Rock It was a bear. A big grizzly bear. But I did enjoy the hills. They were alive. They were alive with a cold breeze that played music by rustling leaves and swaying tall grass. They were alive with squirrels and bunnies, lizards, and a blue heron.
Yes, it was a good run.
Coyote Run Trail:
Rock It:
Top of the World:
