When I returned from Saturday’s marathon I was on a natural high, mainly because I couldn’t believe how much I accomplished my goal. The remainder of the day, I felt sick, nauseated, achy. My eyes ached from all the salt in my sweat that dripped into them. I bedded early.
Sunday, I barely remember. I remember waking stiff all over, and also, nearly falling asleep several times during church – not that the service was boring. I was just dang tired. I napped Sunday afternoon, then bedded early again. Basically, Sunday was a blur. I had to ask my husband if it had rained on Sunday because I had planned on painting the yard gates. By Monday, they weren’t painted. I suppose I may have lost a few brain cells on Saturday.
Monday, I saved my running legs and played gym rat. I did a lot of stretching, foam rolling, ab work, weights and even 65 minutes on the elliptical crossramp. Mainly, my right IT band was sore, and my quads needed lots of rolling. The 2.5 hour workout seemed to “iron-out” this. But boy was I sleepy!! AGAIN. That afternoon I napped a few hours. Then I tucked into bed about 8:30 PM. Needless to say, this constant sleeping on my part annoyed some in my family (I won’t say who, but there was more than one culprit!)
I felt my recovery was going along beautifully. I think the sleeping helped. I couldn’t help but reflect on this marathon (quickly counting, I believe, my 6th) compared to my first marathon on 5/31/2009. (San Diego Rock n’ Roll Marathon – I actually found my blog for it, buried in Myspace.) From my recollection, after my first marathon I couldn’t run well for weeks. And when I did finally put in five plus miles, I had a difficult time breathing evenly. Recovery was tough then.
That wasn’t the case this time. I woke this morning FULLY refreshed. I felt elated that I had time and energy to run on the third day after the Saddleback Trail Marathon. And so, after all my “wifely/motherly” duties, and before my afternoon job, I headed out to Aliso/Wood Canyons for a carefree run to the Top of the World.
I ran up Cholla Trail, a short ascent which seemed like a bump in the road compared to Holy Jim. Then I ran along the rolling hills of West Ridge, smiling wide at probably a dozen mountain bikers who made their way along the trail.
Top of Cholla Trail
My usual post marathon depression either hasn’t hit or didn’t hit after Saddleback. It usually hits within 2 days. Thing is, I’m so dang happy that I made such an improvement, it might not hit this time. I’ll tell what did hit almost immediately: a melancholy feeling over the fact that this journey had ended. I had been working so long and so hard for this one race. And now it is over. I realize though, there are lots of life journeys, and that while in the midst of the journeys I’m in right now, new ones are beginning all the time, and another running journey is just around the corner.
Still, I found myself day dreaming frequently about Saturday’s marathon on today’s run. I allowed it somewhat. Then I’d force myself out of the past and grudgingly enter again into the present.
Yes, I’m a bit odd.
Day dreaming about Saddleback Trail Marathon – why look there’s Saddleback in the distance right there!
Acting silly at Top of the World (with SADDLEBACK mountains in background):
I didn’t run the out-and-back as planned this morning. Why? Because I did not want to stop running. Instead, I headed down Mathis thinking I might run into Jeff (he often choses Mathis). My friend Jeff by the way, also greatly bettered his time in the Saddleback Marathon.
Instead, Mathis was empty. But empty is lovely too. The skies were blue with wispy clouds, the weather cool enough that I didn’t regret long sleeves. From there I ran over the plank bridge that crosses Wood Creek and ran a shady, cool Wood Canyon back to the truck for a total of 7.70 miles on this “recovery” run.
After a day-long rain storm, I went to bed quite early Friday night. I woke every single hour, forgetting what was happening Saturday morning. Before dozing off I thought, “What’s the big thing happening in the morning?” The answer would quickly come to me, Saddleback Marathon, and I’d fall promptly to sleep.
I began my drive up the mountain in the dark, and parked the truck as the sun was rising. No snow on the ground, but it was pretty dang cold. I wore my warmest socks. Wearing gloves, long sleeves and a beanie, I wrapped a scarf around my neck while waiting for “the toughest marathon in California” to begin. I don’t personally know that this is the toughest marathon in California. But I do know that it is the toughest marathon that I have ever run.
Jeremy Howes and Jeff Trevena
About 80 of us took off on this mountain run. My feet were numb from the cold. I knew I had to give up my scarf, so I threw it in the back of the truck as I ran by. A multitude of runners also threw things in their trucks and cars. My friend Jeremy threw his jacket in his truck bed and then his distance from me grew farther and farther, just as most of the runners did.
Headed toward the Main Divide for first climb
I did not make that first climb alone. Among the runners were 3 gentlemen from Buena Park, one of them running his 117th marathon! I did not know it then, but several runners were behind as well. Knowing what lay ahead I decided long ago that I’d use that first climb up the Main Divide to warm up.
Up the Main Divide headed toward Trabuco Trail
The run down Trabuco was shady and lush, a divine sight. I noticed frost on the ground, but didn’t stop to check it out or even take a picture. All the runners kept bundled as they made their trip down Trabuco. Having run that trail quite a few times, I passed about 8 runners on the way down. Then suddenly Chris Diaz (guy wearing orange shirt in video below) was right at my heels. I didn’t even know that Chris was behind me. He’s a super fun trail runner that I’ve met at many races. He always beats me, but he’s so extremely supportive and friendly it’s always a pleasure when Chris passes me!
By the time we reached the bottom of the hill, Chris and his friend passed me by. But I was able to pass two ladies who walked across boulders on the flatter portions of Trabuco. I find it easier to run across them, though by the looks of the scattered boulders, they look easier to hike.
Aid Station at bottom of Holy Jim:
I hoped to catch up with Jeremy by the Holy Jim aid station. No such luck. I took a couple shots of Pepsi and took off as quickly as possible, happily leaving some ladies behind using the outhouses. I ran all of Holy Jim, as I had been training, and as I had been training, very slowly. I can’t take it any other way right now. My goal was to make it from the start line to Bear Springs (Top of Holy Jim) in less than 4 hours. (2010 it took me 4:20 to make the trek).
One by one, the runners that I passed on the way down Trabuco began passing me going up Holy Jim. I kept up with the Buena Park men for a while. When I lost sight of two of them, one of the guys refused to pass me, hoping to push me along (he insisted that I was going to finish this race in 6:30 or less, where my goal was a sub 7 period). When he took off, he darted up that switchback with animal strength. I was amazed.
I ran much of Holy Jim solo, but could see runners in the distance, most of them hiking. As I neared Bear Springs, I began to lose faith and doubt my ability. I thought that I was probably in last place and started to feel sorry for myself. “You’re not in a race against others!” I told myself. “You’re in a race against yourself, against the mountain.”
Nearing the top, I passed an older gentleman, who gave me a friendly push from behind (not on my behind, but on my back). I laughed and thanked him. Utterly relieved, I made it to Bear Springs in a little less than 3.5 hours!!
The run up Holy Jim:
Bear Springs aid station:
After a couple swigs of Coca-Cola I noticed a woman that I had not seen before, reach the top of Holy Jim behind me. Her presence sent me on my way quickly. I felt strong and confident again. My fingers cramped somewhat, but other than that, I had no aches and pains. I could see some runners in the distance, and passed one or two, but I didn’t see my friend anywhere and thought that I would probably not catch Jeremy.
I found the rolling hills along The Main Divide a nice break. Then at one point, gosh, I’m not even sure now when it was, I think it was heading up to Trabuco Peak, I spotted Jeremy. I worked long and hard to catch him, staying to the side, hidden by the brush. My plan was to surprise him by suddenly appearing next to him. Every time though it seemed that I closed the gap, he would get out farther ahead. Finally as I ran up, he turned around and saw me before I could surprise him.
I had to fill up with fluids at the next aid station, and Jeremy was off again, disappearing from sight on the mountainside. I found myself joking around again and stayed a bit longer at the aid station than I should have. I took “shots” of Coca-Cola like a drunkard at a bar taking shots of Tequila.
When I took off again, I was quick on my feet. I wanted to pass everyone who had passed me at the last aid station. I felt the strength and I was going to use it and ran as fast as I could, focusing on the slightly rocky terrain. Then all of a sudden I flew through the air and comically hit the ground making a graceful roll in the dirt. Except for a tiny scrape, there was no injury, but my calf cramped up. (I joked at the next aid station that it was a ballerina fall). I jumped up and continued my run as quickly as before I fell. I passed all of the runners who passed by me at the last aid station. I gave Jeremy a thumbs-up when I finally caught him and continued on running with strength that at this point I didn’t realize I’d have. (Last year about here, I was ready to drop to the dirt).
View from the Main Divide:
I ran along joyfully (seriously!), trying to close the gap between me and one other runner out there on the Main Divide that I could see in front of me. I didn’t realize the runner was Chris at the time. When I reached the top of the last hill, I caught up with that runner. That’s when I realized who it was. I took off running, giddy that I had a lead on Chris Diaz!
I ran those last 4 miles as fast as I could. When I’d peek behind me, Chris was no where in sight. Then all of a sudden I noticed two women within striking distance behind me. That got me moving faster. I didn’t even look at my garmin to notice my time. Suddenly all that mattered was not letting those two (I’m sure very nice) women pass me.
I rounded the corner onto the asphalt with relief. Still, I knew that those women could appear any time. I ran down that pavement toward the last single-track, slowing some. Then OUT OF NOWHERE, Chris appeared at my side. “Dang!” I said. He laughed and as we both entered that single-track” he said, “Together, we’ll do this together.” But I was in no shape to keep up with him that last half mile or so. And I happily watched his lead grow.
As soon as I crossed the finish line, I asked for my time. My jaw dropped when I was told 6:01! 6:01! I could have cried if I wasn’t so dang happy. FINALLY, I had made a goal that I set out to accomplish. I wanted to kill last years’ time. I would have considered “killing” the time by beating it thirty minutes. I truly amazed myself and did more than that – I shattered last years’ time by 1 hour and 25 minutes!
My friend Jeremy also shattered his time by about an hour:
Saddleback Trail Marathon 2011 The Movie : )
My official time was: 6:01:55. Out of 81 starters, 80 finished. I placed 69. (In 2010 my time was 7:26:23 for this trail marathon)
ps. I have one more thing to write. This may seem dorky to include, especially for me, it’s not like I’m a placer. But I have lots of people to thank who helped me train for this race by getting up before sunrise and running up in those mountains – Tom Bychowski, Michael Perlongo, Hank Guardado, many others too many to name, and lastly but definitely not least, Jeremy Howes who spent many, many hours with me running those mountains in the rain, in the heat, with enormous gnats and scary pitbulls, and freaky (yet cute) salamanders, downhill storming deer, and a few of my clumsy falls. : ) Thanks! I really couldn’t have done it without you guys.
I had this week’s workouts all planned, two “short” runs, two gym days. Then I would rest on Friday before the big day: SATURDAY. (Yikes!).
Monday, I got the boys off to school then returned home and got back in bed. I slept until 12:30 PM. TWELVE. THIRTY. I guess I was tired. No run on Monday. No gym on Monday.
Okay, so change of plans: two “short” runs and one gym day.
Tuesday morning, I got a 7:10 AM call to substitute teach. Not being in the position to turn down work, I took the job and afterward drove to my regular job for a very long work day. No run on Tuesday. No gym on Tuesday.
My carefully laid-out plans for this week’s workouts were shot in just two days. This morning I had to admit something to myself. Training for Saddleback is OVER. There’s nothing I can really gain (except for some rest) that will prepare me any more for Saturday.
And so today I laced up my shoes, strapped on my pack and hit the trails for some fun running. Actually, it was more like playing. But isn’t all running really playing? I know I get a little serious about it at times, as if it’s my lifeline, but really I just want to have fun. That’s why I love trail running so much – because it’s fun!
I’m kind of glad my plans were shot. Otherwise, I may have not got in such a fun run.
Heading up Wood Creek Trail, it’s still a bit chilly:
By the number of spider webs I broke through, I could tell I was the first runner on Wood Creek Today:
Dozens of these enormous webs hung high throughout the wooded trails:
The sun warms up this single track (Coyote Run) as hundreds if not thousands (seriously) of crows gawk and fly about from tree to tree:
View of Wood Canyon and Coyote Run below from the Nature Loop Trail that brought me high above the creek and to this awesome view of new green growth:
Some delightful feathery blooms:
Photo Op on Cave Rock Trail against THE rock:
Running down Cave Rock Trail:
Entering Meadows Trail with no anxiety over the approaching climb:
Approaching top of Meadows Trail and look what’s in the distance – hint: Saddleback Marathon:
Top of Meadows showing off Pacific Ocean (Laguna Beach) with an awkward pose :
I just love these goats:
Top of the World and feeling great!:
Heading back to truck along West Ridge (notice background – Saturday!!):
This morning, I woke at 5AM and met running friend Jeremy and carpooled up the mountain for my last mountain training run for the Saddleback Marathon. As we ran up the Main Divide toward Trabuco Trail, I fretted a bit about that climb come next Saturday. I had forgotten how difficult that first climb is. It’s dang steep and longer than I recalled. The weather was cool going up, a tiny bit windy in some parts. Overall, the views were breathtaking.
Main Divide on the way to Trabuco Trail: (3rd photo down is Jeremy’s):
We recovered quickly from the Main Divide and took that beautiful downhill called Trabuco. Running Trabuco Trail is a great reprieve – shady, lush, though rocky, a nice long down hill. Sometimes Trabuco seems like it will never end. Not today because we caught this trail early on. Still I had to push it to keep up with my friend whose strides are much longer than mine.
Runnin’ Trabuco: (photo compliments of Jeremy)
When we reached West Horsethief I took off my sleeves, plugged in my ipod. I don’t recall if I mentioned to my running partner before then that I had planned to try and run West Horsethief in its entirety. I told another friend a couple weeks ago, and he thought I was crazy (Challenge!!). But after a gel, I told Jeremy my plans, which in my mind (after telling at least 2 people) meant that I HAD TO DO IT. (I’m so funny that way!)
West Horsethief’s Profile:
Running Horsethief was not too bad at first, though it was still bad. Then . . . about a third the way up, it BECAME REALLY BAD. That’s not “bad” as in “good.” That’s “bad” as in damn difficult. I kept chugging away at it, keeping running form, though running quite slowly. I exclaimed out loud just how difficult the task was.
I have gone up this trail enough times to “know” it. But I have never run Horsethief in its entirety. I have never run most of it. I have only run the bottom flatter portion, and the very top.
Today, I knew that I could do it. All that mattered was whether I decided to chuck my goal if it grew too strenuous. Saying that I was going to run it out loud to more than one person helped (that only helps with some things), and reaching the half way point helped as well. Once I made it 75% of the way, there was not a chance I was going to stop running. And so for the first time in my trail running career (the first time in my life for that matter), I ran UP all of West Horsethief trail this morning.
View running up Horsethief:
The face of distress (yup, still running):
A quick pose before heading off on the Main Divide back toward the top of Trabuco Trail:
Back on the Main Divide (photo again compliments of Jeremy):
Gifted with gorgeous views this morning, we continued on running the Main Divide back toward the Saddleback Marathon finish line. The weather grew a bit warm, then we were blessed with some cool breezes.
Once we hit the Trabuco Trail again, it was all down hill on The Main Divide from there. That of course didn’t mean running was easy. The trail was rocky in some parts. At one point 2 motorcyclists raced around a corner, blowing dirt into my face. I waved my arms fiercely to warn them of another runner behind me. And for a brief second I feared the one idiot driver might hit Jeremy. Did these bikers not even have a clue that others would use that trail? I was a bit perturbed by them that when I came upon three rangers also on motorcycles, I tattled.
From there, I thought I’d try out my faster running muscles (from my speed training, ha, ha) and tried to run the finish as quickly as possible. I took quick small steps, careful not to drag my feet. In the end, I felt happy with my performance, and glad that the shoes I chose for next Saturday did me good on the rockiest portions of today’s run. The shorts however, did not do well, with major chaffing in the waist line.
The final stretch before the finish line next Saturday – a lovely, shady single-track. I wasn’t exhilarated with Jeremy’s suggestion to go UP Horsethief for today’s run (because you might recall, I HATE that trail). But tonight I am so glad. Thanks for pushing me!
I was a gym rat today. Two and a half hours in the gym (90 minutes of it on the cycle) gave me some time to zone out and some time to think and some time to enjoy the moments. And I decided something. I’m breaking the pre-race depression pattern right now. Originally, I figured it was the lack of endorphins that caused the depression when I cut back miles. But today I realized that it’s probably more that I don’t focus on the moment, the present, as much when I’m not running. Instead, I’m anxious about the future (i.e., the race) or I’m fretting about the past (i.e., I didn’t train enough, I wanted to lose more weight). All things that don’t matter! The only thing that REALLY matters is right now.
“Where you are, BE THERE.” My son’s old taekwondo master used to always say this. And so that’s where I aim to be.
Of course, I didn’t break the clumsy accident pattern. But that’s okay. I tripped on the living room rug once. I tripped also for absolutely no reason at all after that. I did not fall either time. And no injuries today!
Lastly, keeping with the trend of Flashback Friday (but contradictory to my topic today), here’s one from long, long ago, back when it was much easier for me to remain in the present.
Circa 1967/68
I still love to swing. I don’t find many swings nowadays. I think they’re too much of a liability.
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