Single Track Mind

Not a good morning.  To top it off, I slammed my knee in the truck door.  Hmmm.

The door broke skin, and I fell to the ground.  Really I did.  Well, I ran into the house, grabbed some ice, velcroed it around my knee then headed out to do the last school drop-off.  I just wanted to fall to the ground and cry.

When I told my husband that I slammed my knee in the door, he said, “Why did you do that?” 

Ahhh.  “BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE MY KNEE,” I said on my way out the front door.  (Our youngest was still waiting patiently in the car to go – and he wanted to go, because there was some ladybug hunting he had to do before school started).

I flipped my glasses over my teary-eyes.  And I said to myself, I’m going to run this morning with these dark sunglasses and I’m going to cry and cry.  And no one will know.  And no one will care.  And no one will say “shape-up”, or “get off the pity-potty.”  I could just cry all by myself and RUN.  Run, run, run.

I arrived to the park beneath blue skies with cool breezes.  Glorious, I tell you.  So much so, I forgot all about crying.  When I took off running, I focused on form and with little time to do this run,  I ran up Cholla and took all the little single tracks that detour off and back onto West Ridge. 

I can’t say that I thought about a single thing. Wait!  I did chuckle once over my husband asking why I slammed my knee.  And I did think that I am pretty spoiled.  Not that I have everything I want or that I live anywhere near lavishly.  But if you took every person in the world living right now, I am pretty dang spoiled.  So what if I have to untangle this banking thing (the thieves, I found out actually duplicated my debit card).  So what if I hurt my knee – at least I have a knee.  And it works pretty dang good.  So what if one of my sons throws a tizzy-fit and scatters all his shirts across his bedroom, exclaiming he hates them all (he actually put one t-shirt in his drawer and said this was the only one he wanted!)  I’d have to say that I’m pretty dang lucky.

I didn’t weep a single tear on my run.  Instead I enjoyed the loveliness.  I kept my head up, not only because that’s good form, but I was on the look-out for rattlers.  And I ran with glee on those single tracks that shoot off West Ridge Trail.  They were so overgrown, branches swept across my arms.

View on Cholla Trail looking down on Wood Canyon

Top of the World

Some single tracks off of West Ridge Trail

Miles logged this morning:  6.51

When the Party’s Over

Sunday I rested.  Monday, today, it was back to a busy schedule.  And I felt down.  The race is over.  The instant it ends, I’m happy.  A couple days later though, I’m sad about it all ending.  I relive the race again and again in my head.  And I feel like I have nothing to look forward to training-wise.  Especially now.  I have only 2 more races planned for this year.  And they aren’t until October and September. 

This morning I found myself scouring the internet for trail races.  I had to stop myself.  No! I said.  Just run and have some fun.  Work on getting strong.  It’s time to take a rest from races.

And so I went to the gym, worked on strength training and then swam some laps.  It was so, so, so anti-climatic. 

I went to work fatigued.  But I packed along my running gear.  And after the last student left, I picked a corner of the classroom where I could change without being seen.  Then I took off running in the cool breeze all the way home.  The run didn’t make me feel any better overall.  But I sure enjoyed just running and not caring about a thing.

ps.  In all fairness, I must put some blame on my depression on the fact that someone got a hold of my debit card number and emptied out our checking account over the weekend!   The bank is returning the money, but it will take 3 to 5 days. 

Miles run today: 6.4

Running Home

After running along San Juan Creek, I always enjoy running this bridge over Trabuco Creek to get to the river walk (“bike trail)”

Xterra 22k, Malibu Creek

I could not take a bus to today’s race.  I could not take a train.  I did not even consider a cab, as the cost would surely be outrageous.  I needed to travel about 100 miles.  And so I relented and rented a car.

After bathing early last night, I tucked in about 9 PM.  Though the household was quite loud, being Friday night with 3 boys owning weekend bedtimes, I fell asleep pretty quickly, partly because I forced myself not to nap midday. 

I woke to a 4AM alarm, casually dressed.  I drank 2 cups of coffee, packed the car.  Then after placing my hands on all three boys’ chests to make sure they were breathing, I kissed my husband good-bye (as he slept) and drove away in the dark at 5:00 AM

Everything went grand at first.  I drank my breakfast along the way (a protein shake), and then about 45 minutes later, the 405 freeway came to a halt.  We lost one lane at a time, until just one remained.  And then . . . AND THEN, the entire freeway, all lanes, were closed, and we were routed onto surface streets.  With much time lost in the traffic jam, I followed the orange detour signs diligently, until THEY VANISHED. 

Okay, it looked like I wasn’t going to make the race.  I had no idea how far away Interstate 5 was, so I did what I didn’t want to do.  I called my husband at 6:00 AM!!!  I felt terrible about this, REALLY.  The whole reason I rented a car was not to inconvenience my family.  Well, to make a long story short, he got on the computer and suggested continuing east to the 5.  Whereas, I opted to hop onto the 605 and head back to the 405.  Ends up my choice was good.  But I was way, way behind schedule. (And I didn’t need to call and wake hubby after all!)

I admit that I drove over the speed limit the remainder of the way.  About 15 miles over the speed limit.  And I still wasn’t sure I’d make it. 

What a morning!  I arrived to the park and found a space far from check-in. Stupidly Not thinking, I left my pack in the car and checked in.  Turns out the line was long, and I had to run back to the car.  And then . . . AND THEN the bathroom lines were enormous (as the 6k runners were prepping for their race), so I tucked into the thorny bushes for a pit stop.  Then running off to the start line, I realized that I LEFT MY BIB IN THE CAR.

Off back to the car I ran (a good 1/3 mile), grabbed my bib and then ran all the way to the Start Line (probably a whole mile!)  It was just like a dream that I usually have before a race.  If this was a chip-timed race, I wouldn’t have minded.  But this was gun-time only, meaning my time started the minute the race started, NOT THE MOMENT THAT I ACTUALLY STEPPED OVER THE START LINE.  

Luckily, the race start was several minutes behind and I started off on-time, but a bit breathless.

I will say this.  I felt fine.  The weather was delightful – cool and cloudy.  Bulldog wasn’t so tough either.  Wait.  It was tough, but it was easier than it ever has been for me.  I remember thinking only once, “I HATE BULLDOG.”  Then I laughed out loud over the fact that I keep returning.  When it got tough and I hiked (and that was often, though I ran more of it than I ever have), I said loudly in my head, “HIKE AS FAST AS YOU CAN LAUREN!”  And I did.

Amazingly, I saw runners going up with no water.  Others ran with just a single water bottle, that was now empty.  I felt terrible for them.  I saw runners staggering, and wondered why it took me so long to pass them. 

At the top of Bulldog, an aid station volunteer said to me, “This is not a race to improve your time on . . . this is a race to DO.”

Heading up into the Santa Monica Mountains

Going up Bulldog Rd.

I recovered quickly at the top of Bulldog Road.  And I actually ran pretty much the entire ridge.  I enjoyed myself so much that I found myself running lackadaisically.  “This is a race, woman!”  I told myself more than once.  “Pick it up, you can run faster than this!”  And therefore I did.  

At the bottom of the mountains, I got to talking with a road runner on her first trail race (a young woman, not a bird).  She just happen to pick this particular race – “Do you know that you picked the toughest trail race of this distance around?”

“I KNOW NOW.”  She was bloody from a recent fall.  And she was so happy when I told her that we were going to do some road running in a bit.  When we hit the road, she blasted ahead.  And then back on the trail, we both, at different times, took the same wrong turn.  According to my garmin, we took A HALF MILE detour.  Finally, we made it together to the base of Backbone.  And I told her, one great thing about trail racing is the stories you get to tell afterward.

She didn’t find our detour very amusing.  But she laughed and said, “Keep telling me good things about trail running, because I can’t find anything good right now.”

Amazingly I ran all the way up Backbone – that’s a first.  And I ran back into the finish feeling strong, not dead-dog tired, where I’m going to fall to the ground, like I usually do on this loop.  I felt good. 

Miles logged:  14.17 (a little more than planned).  I only increased my time by a little less than 5 minutes, so I still came in toward the back of the pack.  That is a little disappointing to me.  But I can’t deny the fact that I had a great deal of fun.  And I felt strong.  And most importantly, Bulldog didn’t beat me up and spit me out.  I recovered very quickly after Bulldog and raced on with pretty good speed afterward.  So the fact that my time improvement was only minimal is disappointing at this late hour, many plus points came out of this race.  And lest I forget!  I took a half mile detour by taking that wrong turn.  So maybe I would have beaten my time by 10 minutes instead of 5.  Who knows.  All I know is that I did it.  I went up Bulldog once again!  Will I ever improve any more than this?  I hope so.  But what I hope more is that I continue to enjoy the adventure. (video at the end of this post)

Elevation Profile

Oh the fun!

Why I Cross-Train

Okay, I know that I’ve mentioned this probably a dozen times before, but I’ve never considered myself an athlete.  I feel this way even though I’m a trail runner and have played various sports.  I think I’ve never considered myself an athlete partly due to the fact that I come a family of superb athletes – I mean superstars in their sports (not professional sports, but sports they’ve chosen in their lives: baseball, softball, hockey, figure skating, wrestling, football, to name a few). Though I experienced some triumphs, I pale in comparison ability-wise to siblings, cousins, uncles, my father.  I also don’t think that I “look” like an athlete – however, I now know that athletes come in all “looks” and that is WONDERFUL.

Slowly (very slowly – pun intended – those who’ve run with me get the pun :), I’ve been coming around to admit that I’m an athlete.  I just can no longer deny it.  I mean, I keep showing up at these races, and people are starting to recognize me!  Not only that, I cross-train for goodness sake.

Cross-train.

Me? 

I didn’t begin cross-training on purpose.  I cross-train because I have to.  I mean REALLY HAVE TO.  I run 3 to 4 times a week, and I’m at the gym the remaining days (with one rest day).  I swim.  I weight train.  I spend hours on the elliptical crossramp.  I even ride the life cycle (what we used to call the stationary bike – they don’t even call it a “life cycle” anymore, that’s the 80’s brand.)

When I began running, I thought that running would make me strong enough to run.  Even before I hit the trails I learned that running didn’t make me strong enough to run.  Right about the time I could run ten miles, my body started saying “NO WAY, you are not STRONG ENOUGH!”  And it started tweaking in different places.  I remember the first time.  I don’t recall the exact injury.  But I remember sobbing as I called my husband to pick me up at the marina, because the pain was too great to run. 

Still, I endured the injuries, took time off, then moped around the house because I couldn’t run.  And then the big awakening happened in my life.  I began my passion at the ripe age of 43.  Trail Running.  And injuries abounded. 

With each injury I learned a new body part that needed strengthening, strengthening that could not be done by running.  But I could strengthen different body parts in the pool, or on the elliptical or with weights.  And that is why I cross-train – so I can be strong enough to run the trails.  And now, I love it, cross-training that is.  And as an added bonus, I fall less on the trail because I am strong enough to pull my self up as I’m going down.  I don’t fly off the cliff when I run off the trail, because I am strong enough to turn my body around mid-air, and crash into the hillside instead (see San Juan 50k).  I can jump from boulder to boulder.  And more importantly, I know when I should jump, because I now know my body better – I have been there, I have seen the light, I can feel every muscle and can judge whether or not I should make that jump.

Cross-training is a big plus in my life.

Therefore, I suppose I am an athlete.

Not Injured I Say!

I’m pretty sure I got this knee thing figured out.  Actually it was both knees at the end of my hundred mile week (the outside of my knees).  I kept it secret because 1) I so wanted an injury-free 2011 and 2) I didn’t want to get any flack about running. 

It is definitely an IT band thing, and I wouldn’t really call it an injury.  Therefore, I’m still calling this an “injury-free 2011”.  The right knee is perfect now, but the left knee was pretty tight and swollen for a while there.  I’ve been stretching (a stretch I always do, but making sure to stretch it nice a long).  I’ve been icing.  Though I tend to lean more toward heat for injuries – oops did I say injuries?  I meant muscle tightness and swelling.  Anyway, I find it much more convenient to ice since I have an icepack with velcro straps and I can walk around while icing.  With the heating pad however, I must stay in one place.  The action that has made the most difference in my knee is foam rolling.  I admit I’ve been slacking on the foam rolling WHEN I KNOW BETTER.  The past couple days I’ve been rolling whenever I can, and I put no weight on the ground except my forearm.  For you foam rollers out there, you know that this means I’ve got good concentrated heavy rolling going on.

And thus, my left knee has VASTLY improved. 

And thus, I went for a run this hot, hot morning.  Just guessing here, but it had to be at least 85F at 10:30 this morning! 

My goal for today’s run was again form.  I’m unsure when to start working on speed again.  I feel I should wait until my new Chi-form is near-perfected.  What do you think?

Again I ran Wood Canyon in Aliso/Wood Canyons Park.  This time I decided to do a bit of climbing.  I didn’t have much time, so I chose to start on a downhill through Wood Canyon then hop up onto that magical trail, Wood Creek, for a dose of shade.  I continued on for a bit more shade on Coyote Run Trail until I hit Rock-It, which I took to West Ridge and ran on up to Top of the World.  I chose Rock-It because the climb is 1.25 miles.  It’s not as steep as Meadows Trail.  But the climbing portion on Meadows is a little less than a mile. 

Well, I’ll tell you!!  The climb in that heat seemed NEVER-ENDING.

Just beginning my run up Rock-It

And the climbing continues . . .

And at the bend in the road, more climbing . . .

And at the next bend, EVEN MORE climbing . . .

Finally at the top of Rock-It (And yes, I did run the whole way – so I can’t be injured )

Yet another trip to Top of the World

7.86 Miles run today.

 

Twofer Monday

Today had to be the hottest day all year (here in The O.C. – I shouldn’t be so Cali-Centric : ).  Since I couldn’t get out to the trails until 10:15 AM, I endured.  I HAPPILY endured.

The grass is turning brown in Aliso Canyon.  But spring flowers still spot the hillsides.  Soon caterpillars will inch across the trails.

My main focus today was form.  Form, form, form.  Yes, I’m still working on Chi-Running.  And though I’ve improved much, I still don’t have the strength (core-strength) to keep this form up during an entire run like today’s (especially when I’m tired).  But I will say with this new form, I did not trip once!  And listening closely to my step, I noticed that only put on the breaks once.  Big accomplishments. 

Originally I planned an out-and-back through Wood Canyon.  But it got so DANG HOT, that I decided on a detour on the “back” portion (with some climbing but lots of shade!) through the fantasy trail, Wood Creek Trail.   

Climbing up Wood Creek Trail (Wood Canyon below)

One of the “Bridges” on Wood Creek Trail

Running above creek on Wood Creek Trail

Wood Creek Trail Canopy (Oh, that glorious shade!)

In all, my first run for today equaled 9.18 miles.  I didn’t see a single snake.  Though I did spy a snake trail, a road runner, plenty of quail and bunnies.  Hubby was late picking me up – I enjoyed the time talking to 2 delightful hikers on their first time in Aliso Wood Canyons.  They were headed to Dripping Cave.  Excellent Choice!  I might note they were well equipped with plenty of water.  I drank my entire 64 fluid ounces on my run.  Surprisingly, I saw plenty of other hikers on their way in carrying a single water bottle.  Yikes!  I couldn’t do it.

Then this evening I decided to run home from work.  Why?  Well, the main reason was that I just wanted to see what the mileage equaled.  Secondly, we only have one car at the moment (surprise, surprise!), so I thought I’d give my family a break in picking me up. 

I slipped on my running shoes before the last student left.  Then when he checked out, I rushed for restroom to change and locked my dress and heels up in my desk. 

Heading out for run home (I do believe this is the first time I’ve worn lipstick on a run – LOL)

Well, it was hot as hell this evening at the base of the mountains where I took off.  Fortunately, I decided to pack my hydration pack for the run.  I spent much wasted time untangling my earphones.  On the good side, I gave a couple walking their wheelchair bound child a good laugh when they got a look at the knot I was trying to untangle.  And though my spirits plummeted quickly on this run home, I insisted on proper form and tried to keep up my pace. Why did my spirits plummet you might ask?  Well first off – the heat, secondly, something’s going on with my left knee, and thirdly I was tired, plain ole tired.  (I think I mentioned before, I AM NOT AN AFTERNOON OR EVENING RUNNER – but I was today )

Heading out the fence at back of parking lot for short-cut to river walk. 

Crossing over San Juan Creek

By the time I reached the river walk I could relish that cool ocean breeze.  And I ran it on home, with the sun setting, happily, joyfully, but not quite playfully.

Mileage for run two:  6.41

Total Miles logged today:  15.59

Hope your run or whatever adventure you chose today was just as fun as mine in this hot, hot heat.

Thanks for reading!  I appreciate your comments, especially your suggestions.