Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Big Loop Clockwise / Aliso Wood Canyon's Park
Fun, fun run (despite how I look at the end)
Friday, July 16, 2010
Heat Run (or is that heat stroke? : )
With little time to spare, I drove down to the marina. I thought, this should be nice and cool -- lovely ocean breezes, plenty of water fountains to drink from. The first fountain I ran past, a woman held the faucet on while her two large dogs lapped water straight from the fountain. I'm talking slobbering mouths all over the faucet. Nice. (After that I would let the water run a while before drinking)
I noticed a few other runners, in and out of the wharf, over the island, all of us practically suffering from heat stroke. Nah, it wasn't that bad. Sure wasn't cool next to the ocean like I thought it would be though. Fortunately, a breeze came through. But they were few and far between. This will be good practice for Bulldog, I thought. NOT.
I'm spoiled now with over twenty years living on the coast. Growing up in Covina, California, I suffered through quite a few 100+ degree days. We never get anything near that here. Seventy degrees, I call it hot. Eighty degrees, gosh, the devil is in town!
Fun stress-free run nonetheless. Felt good the whole time. The rest of the day it was ice, ice and more ice (pelvis, hip and back). It doesn't hurt to run. But everyday, whether I run or not, later in the day, I need ice for the my accident injury. I begin physical therapy on Monday. And I am confident that I will come-back quickly. (Please, please, please)
Miles logged: 5.25
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Goals-to-Date
Goal # 3 Lose Weight -- Failure thus far
Goal # 4 Volunteer 2 Races -- Goal!!!
Weight Training Days 37.50% of goal (year goal 120 days)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Out-and-Back in my Favorite Wilderness Park
ANYWAY, I slept in again today : ). Woke at, oh I don't recall now, and my phone is nowhere near to look, but I believe it was 6:15 when I rose to that annoying alarm. I sat on the couch, checked my e-mail, logged onto Facebook, drank 2 cups of coffee and then it dawned on me. Open the blinds! Take a look outside! And wouldn't you know it -- I saw blue. BLUE, BLUE, BLUE. Lovely blue.
It has been quite eerie running these past weeks in the dripping fog. Blue skies definately got me off that couch this morning. I arrived at Aliso/Wood Canyons Wilderness Park about 7:15 AM. It was crowded with mountain bikers, a few runners.
I ran an out-and-back, 7 miles each way. The first mile and a half in was on Aliso Creek Trail (total 1.5 miles, half of it aslphalt) and then I took Wood Canyon Trail to its end. I purposely stayed in the moment, refusing to think about the run up to the ridge. I was amazed how much that helped (why should I be amazed? I know this). Oddly surprisingly, I found running up Cholla Trail today much easier than usual. Totally stress free. Besides the fact that I'm not a super athelete, what really gets me on the hard runs is the stress, the anxiety I feel knowing hard climbs approach. So, that's one of the things I focus on: not focusing on the climbs. (Funny, one of the things I thought about was what a prospective student said to me yesterday. She said, "God made us weak," and I thought at the moment, "Bizarre, that is so true." But at the same time, I reminded myself as I climbed Cholla thinking about this, God made us STRONG. We are BOTH weak and strong. Isn't that always the way things are? -- it's always BOTH).
Suprised to take Cholla Trail so "easily", I ran Westridge to Top of the World where I did a full set of stretches (what I mean by "full set" is the same stretches I do at the end of my run -- hamstrings, hips, quads, calves). On the way back, I worked on my downhill speed. That is afterall, my strong point. Surprisingly, many trail runners have problems with downhills -- quad problems, knee problems. So far, I haven't. But since my half dozen or so falls, I've slowed my downhill running a bit. With Bulldog approaching however, I need anything I can get, so I sped it up some today, focusing, focusing on the terrain to avoid a fall. (No falls!).
Base of Cholla Trail
For the 1st time in a long time, I could see the Pacific from Top of the World!
And then I turned around and ran the whole thing back. Toward the end on Aliso Creek Trail, a cyclist whizzed by me so fast, that I actually screamed and nearly fell. All I heard was his spokes, and I thought it sounded a little like a rattler (as if screaming would help me against a rattler!). He, the cylist, not the make-believe rattler, didn't call out or say a single word. He simply raced by me on that single track. Fortunately, I'm one of those runners that stays to one side. I don't switch without looking behind me. But still . . . he didn't know that : )
This cyclist startled me so badly that my ipod flung off my water pack. The lady he was riding with stopped and helped me look for it. We found it on the dirt trail some ways back. She was kind. And I was apologetic for some reason. REALLY, he should had let me know he was passing me at such a high speed. Most cyclists do -- they usually ring their bells, or say something like "on your left!" Most are courteous. But once in a while . . .
No harm, no foul.
Miles logged this morning: 14
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Local Run
Originally I planned on an early morning solo 14 mile, out-and-back trail run. My alarm set for 5:30, I didn’t make it. I was wiped out and decided to sleep in. I slept until 7:30. And then I sat around some with my middle son, oh a couple of hours, before deciding, I wasn’t gonna make a trail run, because I was on a time-schedule (today I was taking the boys out to grandpa & grandma’s for a swim day with cousins – Yes, I was gonna travel the road of The Accident)
Instead, I laced up my road shoes and headed out the door for a nice hilly run around the top of town, knowing I’d return home sooner this way. Then I made my way down the bike path to the northern beaches (Monarch Beach).
Lots of runners out this morning. Something I noticed beneath these gray skies, that these runners are much different than the runners I meet up with on the trail. Not one of the fifty, sixty, heck maybe 70 of the runners, smiled or even made eye contact with me today. Finally, as I ran the boardwalk along The Strands, a walker smiled wide. I returned the smile, relieved.
It seems out on the trail, almost every smiles. Certainly everyone makes eye contact. Perhaps because it’s much rarer to come across another runner on the trails I run, so we acknowledge each other. Who knows.
After running all 3 beaches (Monarch, Salt Creek and Dana Strands), I began my descent up out of Salt Creek with my accident injury starting to flare up (xray results come Monday or Tuesday). Still, even with the ache, I was happy to make the difficult climb up Stonehill (which really isn’t that difficult compared to some trail hills), and made it back home thrilled to get in a couple hours on the road.
I called my son out of the house, and we finished this run off with one lap (about 1/2 mile around the neighborhood). He’s 8 years old and we have plans of running a 5k together this Thanksgiving : )
Miles logged this morning: 11.24
The Only Trail on this Run – Coming into Monarch Beach
Creek Flowing into the Ocean / Ocean Flowing into the Creek
Running at Salt Creek Beach / Around the Bluff is The Strands
Murals Leaving Salt Creek Beach
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Harding Hustle – A Volunteer’s Report
I woke at 3 AM and am so tired as I write this blog entry. So, I’ll try & make this brief. Today, I volunteered for the Harding Hustle, an out-and-back up Harding Truck Trail (approx. 30k) trail race. I caught the shuttle (school bus) at 4:40 AM and helped with the pre-race things, bibs, late registrants etc. Saw some people I knew. And met some people I only “knew” by their blogs. One of the volunteers was Catra (Dirt Diva). I also met for the first time, bloggers Billy (L.A. Runner), Glenn (Running Fat Guy – who wasn’t by the way, fat) and Greg (I Run, Therefore . . . I’m Thirsty) (Wait, I met Greg at Twin Peaks briefly).
Harding Hustle Shuttle
Volunteers: Andy, Catra and wife of runner (sorry, can’t remember everyone’s names : (
Runners: Unknown, Dave, Morgan
Race Director, Jessica Deline gives race directions
They’re Off!
And then it was quiet. Really quiet. I got a massage while waiting for the first numbers to start coming in over the radio. It was a chilly morning. I walked a bit up Harding Truck Trail to catch a bit it in photos. After the numbers rolled on in from the turnaround, we knew about when the front runners would start coming in. So, I took another little walk up Harding Truck Trail for a look. There was not a runner in sight. About to give up and turn around, I saw a flash of red coming around the corner. There he was, the first place runner, flying down truck trail. He was amazing.
After that the runners began dwindling in, and I wished I could have watched every single one of them cross the finish line – it was that exciting. I called out times for the volunteer recording them. I handed out medals. But I had to climb on the first bus back (about 9:45) and get home.
So dead-dog-tired (and I didn’t even run!), I walked in through the front door, said, “Good morning, I love you,” and then me and my husband said “good-night,” at the exact same time. My youngest boy roared with laughter at that as I walked straight to my room, crawled beneath the covers and tried to sleep. I got about an hour of sleep in. And now I must sign off, because I can barely even think.
Fun, fun day though.
Harding Truck Trail
Flowers Along the Trail
On my little walk along Harding during the quiet time
First Place (I believe, just a little over 2 hours!!)
Finisher Medals
More Runners Cross the Finish Line
Resting Up (notice massage tables in background, they fill up by the time I leave)