1:37

I worked all day Saturday, so I wasn’t able to follow my training plan.  But this morning I met Jeremy H. in Trabuco Canyon and he drove that bumpy canyon road to the trailhead where we would begin nearly an 18 mile loop in The Saddleback Mountains.  Parked at the Holy Jim Parking lot on this gorgeous, cool-weathered morning, we commenced a run that would take several hours in the Cleveland National Forest.  First off:  Holy Jim Trail. 

My best time was 1 hour 42 minutes to run up all of Holy Jim.  Jeremy suggested 1 hour 40 minutes.  Two minutes, okay, I’d try.  But inside, I feared that I wouldn’t even make 1:42.  I started off a bit slowly.  But that’s how I run, I conserve energy so that I have “gas in the tank for the entire run,” enough to finish strong and faster than the start.

Ascending Holy Jim:

Even running the entire trail, I doubted I could do 1:40.  In fact, at one point, I got a bit confused and thought I passed 1:40.  That was when I turned a corner of the mountain and saw another climb and corner I forgot about.  I started to slow, but kept on running.  One more glance on my garmin, I noticed that I had not passed 1:40 after all.  The time elapsed read 1:32.  That’s when I began running as quickly as I could.  I didn’t look at my garmin again.  Eight minutes!  I just have to run this last little bit in eight minutes!!.  I saw Jeremy up ahead on the Main Divide and heard him say something (don’t recall what) that made me think I had a chance at a Holy Jim PR.  I found that last tiny steep stretch extremely difficult and wanted to stop and rest so badly.  But I didn’t stop.  I just groaned and kind of laughed.  Upon finally reaching the Main Divide, I slapped my hand down on the trail marker and looked at my garmin.  1:37!  So pleased was I!

Nothing could beat that the rest of the run, though awesome the entire run was.  Difficult yes.  But surely “hard fun.”    Good ole “hard fun.”  The best kind.

Running the Main Divide:

When the gnats came out, they came out in abundance:

Finally reaching Trabuco where it’s basically all downhill from here:

A lovely Trabuco Trail:

Now, That’s MUCH Better!

Confession:  Sometimes I wear a knee brace for no reason at all.  Like right now, I’m sitting in front of the t.v. in my pajamas, my knees feel great.  Then I looked to my gym bag, saw the brace and pulled it up beneath my pant leg up to my left knee.  What’s up with that? 

Today, I was scheduled for another ten mile run.  After yesterday’s hellish heat run, I’m surprised I made it out to the trails.  I felt a bit fatigued at first, but that was probably because I hit the dirt at 7:00 AM.  Ahhhhh, what a difference – overcast skies, lots of trees and plenty of fluids.  Now, that’s much, much better!

You can see from my pictures how very fortunate I was (& am).

Running Cave Rock Trail in the morning, not a soul in sight:

Lovely Cave Rock Trail:

Frolicking through the woods on my way to Dripping Cave:

Can never resist a picture in Dripping Cave (AKA Robber’s Cave):

A Dudleya’s bloom along Dripping Cave:

A favorite spot along Dripping Cave Trail that I usually run up instead of down – I don’t think I ran it much faster going down:

Ending up Dripping Cave Trail to meet up with Mathis Trail (one trail here that I usually avoid running up):

Running up Mathis, which isn’t so bad, ESPECIALLY after yesterday’s run:

Top of the World in sight from Mathis Trail:

About to descend again beneath the clouds as I run down Meadows Trail:

Elevation Profile – and what a delightful profile she was:

Trabuco Creek Trail / Trabuco Ridge Hellishly Hot Out-And-Back

I didn’t plan on heat training today.  But I get off work at noon now, so there’s always that possibility – especially if you do what I did.  I drove to the nearest trails after work, which are significantly inland from my usual trails, and after the initial semi-interesting Trabuco Creek Trail, I began a steep rolling hill adventure that was hot as hell.  I’m telling you!  For many of my ten miles this afternoon, there was not a tree in sight. 

The only good thing that came out of my run today was that I saw an old student riding his bike on Trabuco Creek Trail.  And this is what I said while running after him, “Um!  Um!!  I know you!  Excuse me!  What’s your name?  I know you!!”

(Duh!!! I was a little speechless, you might say).  Anyway, he finally stopped his bike, and I could not for the life of me remember this very good and respectful student’s name.  I said, “Do you remember me?”  I’m sure I looked completely different in my running attire and gear compared to how he was used to seeing me.  (He looked the same – it’s only been a year after all).  Well, he said he remembered me,  told me his name and shook my hand.  So polite.  Good news, he graduated this year.  So there you have it!  Something good always seems to come out of a run.  Even though I had a pretty miserable run, it was definitely worth it.  I love seeing old students, especially this one!

Starting off on Trabuco Creek Trail:

More of Trabuco Creek Trail:

Crossing over to Trabuco Ridge Trail:

Running up Trabuco Ridge Trail:

Weeeeeeeeee!

Is it time to turn around yet???

Ahhhhhh.  Santiago Peak straight ahead:

I drank every single ounce of my 64 fluid ounces on this run.  I don’t think I’ll be returning anytime soon – at least not in the summertime:

Glad I Did It

With the regular school year over, my hours have changed.  I’m now a teacher in a different program (same school district) called Academic Intervention.  AND I teach mornings.  That of course means that my running schedule has been turned upside down.  But I can deal . . .  I can deal. 

A short run scheduled for today, I packed the truck with running gear with the plan to hit trails nearby my classroom after work.  Turns out, hubby had a meeting and I had to get home A.S.A.P. to pick up our oldest son from his “job.”  I put “job” in quotes because he doesn’t work for pay.  As a second degree black belt, he’s in a “leadership” program which entails teaching, and this week, helping out in a taekwondo summer camp.  ANYWAY, this all put my run off until early evening.  Not good.  Not good at all.  I literally lay on the couch for hours while our youngest sons recovered from a late night sleepover, by playing video games in my room.  By the time I was cleared to run, I didn’t want to run.  It was 4 o’clock.   I was really more into moping than running.  My husband though, quite strongly, INSISTED that I go.  He did not insist for selfish reasons.  He insisted because he knows what’s best for me.  And quite frankly, most of the time I don’t.

Well!  I was a bit perturbed by his “attitude,” so I wasn’t going to do my “short” run around town.  I got on the freeway I drove to some trails.  Then in the glorious dry-ish heat, I ran into Wood Canyon.  Then I ran up a short little single-track called Cholla to West Ridge.  I took a call from my boss while running up and down West Ridge, as I ran in and out of cell service.  Finally getting business relayed, I took off faster for a hardly run to Top of the World in Laguna Beach.

I’m glad I did it.  Rather, I’m glad my husband pushed me out the door.

Running West Ridge in my whitey-whites:

View of the Pacific Ocean from a freshly groomed Park Avenue Nature Trail:

A pose at Top of the World:

Heading back to truck with view of Saddleback Mountains (Santiago & Modjeska Peaks are the two highest peaks in picture):

Recently bulldozed “Good Girls Don’t” – no more gullies and ruts :