Not Enough Speed to Lead : )

Friday, I finally got back to speed training.  Still working on short sessions, I actually stepped onto the dreaded treadmill.  The only reason I chose this option was that I didn’t have time to drive to my usual bluff trails.  I was already at the gym, and I had errands to run and chores to do before picking up the boys.  So, I did it.  I crossed the line and stepped up onto the dreadmill.

What an experience speed training was on the treadmill.  I set my bursts to a sub 8 minute pace (0:7:53) and boy oh boy – what a treat.  A treat to my confidence (I didn’t fly off the treadmill) and a treat to my sweat glands (LOL).  I felt a little sorry for the treadmillers on each side of me.  Sweat was flying.  And since I’m giving too much information anyway, my pants were actually falling down as I ran much, much faster than I normally run.  Thankfully, my underwear were the same color as my pants, so I doubt anyone noticed – that is until I noticed, pulled them up and tied them tighter.

This morning (Saturday) I lead the OCTR new member run at my favorite park.  As customary, the run was short.  The runners though were fast!  I guess that’s good for me because it again kept the pressure on to pick up my pace.

Me, Mike, Victoria, Chuck

The morning was cloudy and heavy with moisture -- what a lot of people call perfect running weather.  With my heat training, I’ve kind of grown accustomed to running in heat and don’t prefer this cool misty weather as much.  It was a fun run anyway.  Always great to meet new trail runners.  And it was also great to run with Victoria.  We’ve run together on several occasions, but it’s been a long, long time. 

Taking up the back (LOL), I “lead” this run down Wood Canyon and up into Wood Creek Trail.  Taking the lead, Chuck was kind enough to break through all the spider webs for us.  I usually run this tranquil trail alone and have to do that myself.  We didn’t see any coyotes on Coyote Run Trail, however plenty of mountain bikers rode the route.  We also saw several deer, both does and bucks on Wood Canyon Trail (our route back).

Waiting for Lauren

Running Wood Canyon Trail back

Miles run Friday:  2

Miles run Saturday:  4.5

Time for Distance

Well, I’ve been training hard on elevation.  I even began speed training AGAIN.  But time is running short for some big events, and since I’m supposed to taper (you taper right?  LOL), I thought I needed to put in some long miles.  I’m not sure how long it’s been since I’ve run 20+ trail miles.  I know it hasn’t been too long since I’ve run 19 miles.  But 20+?  (I’m too lazy to look up my obsessive-compulsive directory of stats – but I consider 20.1 miles in the twenty-plus category).

I just had to do this long run to make sure that I could run more than twenty miles without out falling flat on my face from fatigue.  I am happy to report that I ran these miles happily, joyfully, playfully – always my goal.   (Well, I didn’t exactly run these miles like that at first.  If you have a family, you know that it’s hard to get out there and put in the time to get in these miles.  Let’s just say this morning was “difficult.”  But once I let go of the “baggage,” I ran with a light soul.)

So, I went out there and ran with few thoughts on my mind.  I ran two of the big loops at Aliso/Wood Canyons.  I decided on the long gradual climb with a steep downhill at the end, as opposed to the steep, steep climb up Meadows then mostly downhill after that.  This meant for a nice long peaceful run through a breezy Wood Canyon.  Glorious.

The Old Corral on Wood Canyon Trail

Eye-to-eye with a stink bug

A quick pose on bridge crossing Wood Creek on Wood Cyn Trail – though standing a little awkwardly, still fresh on loop #1.

Another beautiful canopy in wood Canyon

I took a quick detour onto Coyote Run to say “Hi” to the Conservation Corps workers.  And I munched on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich after about 2 hours in.  I ate one-quarter at the time, and that kept me fueled.  What a nice change from the gels! 

I felt fine on the second loop, though slightly slower.  Passing the Conversation Corps guys again, they offered their cold, cold, cold water, which I gladly accepted to fill my cap and wash my face.  A couple guys were sure to poke fun at me with comments like, “What mile are you on now, 50?”

Loop number two grew a bit warm.  I found myself dipping my cap into the water at each stream crossing.  The heat though was nothing compared to what I’ve already run over the past several summer months. 

In addition to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  I ate 4 salt pills.  I drank 64 fl. ounces of water with 3 dissolved Nuun tablets in addition to 1 twenty ounce Gatorade, plus another 30+ fl. ounces of plain water.  The heat was at its worst during the last 10 miles, which made the steepest inclines on the second loop (like Cholla Trail) more strenuous, but doable.  They were lonely and they were lovely.  I needed this.   I didn’t see a single person on the trails during the last 8 or so miles. 

In all I call this barely over twenty mile run a success.  I ran it strong all the way back to the ranger station.

Top of Meadows about to descend

Ending up Meadows with the lovely breeze blowing through these leaves – music to my ears

Dipping cap in creek on loop #2

Relief after scooping water onto my head

Top of Meadows on loop #2 about to empty dirt from shoes (how did I get so filthy? I didn’t even fall!)

Miles run today:  21 (33.8 km)

To the Top, Please

The alarm went of at 4:15 AM and I immediately jumped up knowing this was my last run to Santiago Peak this month – my last run TO THE TOP before I run it again as a pacer in October. 

I drove in the dark.  Then I drove in the fog (scary).  I pulled into the lot at 5:30 to meet Hank.  A couple minutes later, we witnessed a flashlight moving down the road with a runner behind it.  That was Mark, fellow trail runner that I had the great pleasure of meeting for the first time this morning.  Then Michael pulled in, and we were off in my truck down that bumpy road to the trailhead.  They seemed to not mind my driving. 

Ready to hit the dirt (First off, behind us: Holy Jim, a 5 mile ascent) From left to right: me, Michael, Mark, Hank.

The gnats were out in abundance.  My pack was heavy because I’m so paranoid of running out of water, I packed it in abundance (about 136 fl. oz.!)  And my shoulder was still sore from this week’s fall. 

My calves stiff from the start, which by the way (if I haven’t already mentioned ) was uphill, I tried to pick up my pace some to keep up with the guys.  But they were far stronger and adept to running Holy Jim.  I hoped to make the top of Holy Jim in better than 1:50 (my time the last time I ran this trail).  The guys waited for me every couple miles, which really, really put the pressure on to keep up the pace.

View going up Holy Jim

The heaviness of my load weighed on me as I ran all of Holy Jim Trail.  I thought about stashing some  water and picking it up on the way down.  I realize this sounds odd, being that I was running up a mountain and all, but I was just too lazy to find a good hiding place for my water, not to mention taking my pack off to do so.  What I did instead was this:  I drank up.  With a cool breeze and reported temperatures of only 82F, I figured I was safe to do this.  Thing was, I didn’t figure how guzzling would upset my stomach.  At one point, a gnat flew down my throat.  Attempting to cough it out, I nearly vomited on my way up the mountain. Quickly, I decided, just SWALLOW THE GNATS (as Michael said, “consider it protein” : )  I took a big swig and down went that annoying creature. 

Fun.  Really.

I made it to the Main Divide in 1:45.  Mark turned back when we hit the Main Divide (prior engagement) and the remaining three of us took off for that difficult quest to the peak.  Forward, forward, forward – that’s all I could really do.  The guys up ahead, they waited for me around Upper Holy Jim.  And then onward and upward we ran/hiked.  A motorcycle drove by.  Then a brand new Range Rover slowly moved by me.  The driver rolled down the window and asked if I wanted a ride.  Did I look that desperate?  LOL.  I declined. 

I’m guessing 1.5 miles remain to the Peak.  When I took this picture, the ranges were moving in and out, that is, closer and then further from me.  Perhaps I needed more calories going up.

About a 1/2 mile left, I AM RUNNING OUT OF GAS.  This was the view to my left.

Finally at the top!

I found Hank and Michael resting in the shade at Santiago Peak.  And even though I felt I made terrible time, I actually made the peak a whole THREE minutes quicker than last time. 

View of The O.C.

Kinda shuffling around/goofing about at the peak

We took Upper Holy Jim down, a fully exposed single track.  It grew quite hot (but I had plenty of fluids) and technical as we went along.  From the Main Divide we made (Lower) Holy Jim which provided much needed shade.  At that point, I made sure one more time that Hank wasn’t having second thoughts about me pacing. 

I said, “Hank, I can’t hold a candle to you.  Do you think you can keep up this pace for thirty miles?”  (I will meet him at about mile 32 as his pacer.)  He laughed and said, “I’m going to be DEAD at mile 30, I just need you to get me in to the finish line.”  I don’t think he’s going to be “dead.”  But believe me, I am going to do my best to get him to the finish line.  I know these mountains, and even in the dark, I feel confident I can do that, especially since I will be starting off fresh on the Main Divide (I don’t have to make the climb up like today). 

Anyway, the guys ahead of me as we ran back down Holy Jim, I noticed Michael react to something, like a sting.  He abruptly stopped, grabbing his leg.  Hank stopped as well, and I feared a snake bite.  Ends up, a bee stung him and as a reflex Michael kicked a rock, which gave him the worst damage on his toe.  I actually carry antihistamines ever since a wasp attack about a year ago on Backbone trail in Malibu Creek State Park.  Michael took one, but his leg still swelled up from the sting.  These guys were amazing on the trail today.  A sting and a crushed toe would have taken a smile off my face.  It didn’t take a smile off Michael’s face. 

And we were off again!  Several cyclists made their way up the mountain in this heat, and they didn’t look happy.  I’ve heard, cycling is all about suffering.  But why not take off when it’s cooler?   One guy looked so miserable (he was walking his bike), I said something stupid like, “You’ve only got a little bit of sun to go.”  Actually he had a good mile before he was going to hit shade!

Upper Holy Jim

Running down Holy Jim (Lower Holy Jim)

I met up with Michael at the spring.  We both topped off, just in case.  When he took off I said, “It’s all about doing the time now.”  We had a little over four miles of rocky descent and about 6 stream crossings remaining.  I took my time using the spring to wet down my head and neck.  When I took off, I focused on kicking out the back so that I wouldn’t trip (and fall!).  Most off all I focused on staying in the present moment.  It’s a LONG haul down.  Amazingly it seems much longer running down Holy Jim than running up it.

Usually I suffer with anticipation on the down trip.  When’s this thing gonna end, where are the falls, will this thing f****ing ever end??? (Trail to Holy Jim Falls means I’m almost finished and it’s shade the remaining run).  It can get pretty annoying mentally, waiting for the end.  I have to report that staying in the moment made for an enjoyable trip down.  It also made for a slower trip down.  That’s okay, because I didn’t fall.  And best off all, anxiety was absent and I got to really enjoy the beauty.  (I tried not to think about how long the guys would have to wait for me at the bottom.)

When I reached the bottom, I ran past the creek, hollered out to my running friends, “I’m alive!”.  Nearby hikers taking in a snack laughed.  I ran to the truck got my ice chest full of water and Gatorade and hauled it back to the creek where we all took time to cool off in the shade and ice-cold creek water. 

Michael relaxes in pool after a nasty fall on the way down (still he’s smiling!!)

Soaking my bare feet

An amazingly refreshed Hank after relaxing by the creek

16.60 miles (26.72 km)  run today (a little under 5,000 ft. /15.24 m elevation gain).

Will I be ready???

Flashback Friday

Sometimes I think things have changed so much.  Then I see something like this . . . And I realize, everything’s really just all the same .

Circa 1971

Yup, that’s me.  About 5 years old. 

Two Fall Run

My husband dropped me off at my trails this morning.  The skies were cool, gray, beautiful.  On the way in, I struck up a  conversation with a guy who drove in with some co-workers (I think utility) to use the outhouses.  I laughed to myself, thinking, “got to be runners” on their off time.

This particular guy was friendly, his hair longish, his smile friendly.  I really looked at his face and realized that this was the man I used to see run the harbor when I first started running, before I even knew that trail running was a possibility.  He’d whiz through the area with seemingly little effort.  He was by far the fastest runner I’d ever seen.  His hair was very short back then, he also wore glasses.  We never spoke.  But after a local race, I memorized his bib number went home and found his name on the roster.  And then I researched him on the internet (because that’s what I do!  Warning : ) and learned he had an amazing running record – things like he ran a 5k in about fifteen minutes (at age 40), and that he was a marathon qualifier in the Olympic trials twice. 

Talking to this man for me was probably like talking to rock star for some.  Finally, I said, “Are you a runner?”  When he answered yes, I asked his name, to which he responded, Danny.  I had to stop myself from saying his last name before he did.  I didn’t want him to know that I knew all about him. (Why?  Because I kinda felt like a stalker, though I’m NOT ).  But I did tell him that I used to see him running the harbor all the time, that he was that “really, really fast guy.”  He smiled and said, “I’m not that fast anymore.”

I bet he’s still a heck of a lot faster than most.

So, I took off running my trails feeling extremely up.  Not a mile in on Aliso Creek Trail, I ran over a cemented portion (I believe there for flood control) and out of nowhere, I flew through the air and crashed to the ground, kind of skidding along due to my momentum.  I did not roll.  I just went thud, thud, thud.  This was a painful fall.  My first fear was that I broke some fingers because when my wrist hit, my fingers then slammed down and my body crashed past them, bending the pointer, middle and ring fingers more than they should bend.  After closer inspection, damages were minimal:  1 bruised shoulder, 1 scraped (soon to be swollen) knee, 2 bruised palms, 1 sore wrist, 4 or so small punctures to the hands and 3 very sore fingers.  (Seconds later, my doctor’s office called – a routine call, but isn’t that funny that I should get that call just then?)

I pretty much felt like crap and considered calling my husband to pick me up.  Then I said to myself NO.  I’m not going to let this stupid fall ruin my run.  And so I ran.  And I ran some more.  I ran for so long, that I finally had to just stop because I wanted hubby to pick me up before getting our boys from school.  Funny thing – I really didn’t even tire.  This was one of those odd runs.  The breeze blew cool, and I had all that I needed on my back.  I took another unmarked trail when I reached the top of Meadows.  I chatted with some hikers.  I ran past goats.  And I saw my “old” (actually very young) pals from the Conservation Corps again. 

Before my run ended however, I took another spill.  This fall was quite different than fall #1.  As I ran the leaf littered, forestry Wood Creek Trail looking for my deer (see prior blog, there’s a deer I’ve been trying to photograph) I went flying through the air once again. 

What the heck!  It’s funny though, if there is such a thing, this fall was a perfect fall (except for the rolling through poison oak bit).  I hit and rolled along that soft dirt, practically doing a somersault before bouncing back up.  There was no pain involved whatsoever.  The only damage was dirt head-to-toe.  (And so far, no poison oak, but I’ve always been very lucky with poison oak)

Some scenes from today’s absolutely thrilling and beautiful run:

Top of Meadows looking down at Aliso Canyon

Running toward Top of the World from unmarked trail off of Meadows

Kicking back at one of my FAVORITE places:  Top of the World

Car Wreck Trail

Dirt as my only damage on fall #2

Conservation Corps on Coyote Run Trail

Wood Creek flowing along Coyote Run Trail

Speed Training (& How long can you survive without water?)

Back to speed training today, but with a different approach.  At the suggestion of fellow trail runners, I’m starting off small.  Twenty minutes of speed work today.  And it was not pure hell.  In fact, it was kind of fun.  I chose a local bluff full of morning walkers who didn’t seemed too pleased with the new kid in town running their trail with weird speed bursts every 30 seconds.   I worked up quite a sweat then spent an additional forty-five minutes on the bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean doing my strengthening exercises which included plyometrics (jumping up onto the seat bench again and again). 

On another note, we’re back to cool weather in Southern California, which is perfect for the start of my speed training.  When our heat does return (because that’s a high probability, it’s only mid-September after all), here’s some interesting tidbits I found in The Worst-Case Scenario Almanac: 

ESTIMATED SURVIVAL TIME IN THE DESERT WITH LIMITED WATER

Resting in the Shade

Temperature	No Water	3 liters	8 liters
122 F	2 – 5 days	3 – 5 days	3 – 5 days
86 F	5 days	5 – 8 days	14 days
68 F	12 days	14 days	23-25 days

Resting by Day, Walking at Night

Temperature	No Water	3 liters	8 liters
122 F	1 day	2 days	3 – 5 days
86 F	4 days	5 days	5 – 7 days
68 F	9 days	10 – 15 days	10 – 15 days