On the Road Again . . .

Yesterday (Friday) a day off from my regular job, I would have spent resting, or running.  But, I took a substitute assignment for K-2nd grade special education children.  I’ve subbed this class before.  I know the children.  They are precious.  Just like all children, they are a “handful.”  I returned home more tired than if I had run for 6.5 hours instead of subbed.  I mean, I WAS WIPED OUT.  How can that be?  How can working with children for a day tire me more than running for a day. 

Still, I packed my gear, set out my shoes and clothes for a 14 mile mountain run this morning.  Then I walked outdoors barefoot.  You’d think I would know better.  We have these trees, in fact three of them, called Tristania Conferta.  They are lovely evergreens with yellowish flower clusters.  Its fruit is a woody capsule, a pointy, sharp, hard, woody capsule.  These litter our front and back yards.  My husband wants to get rid of the trees but hasn’t due to my protests.  I think they are beautiful.  But those woody fruit capsules have taken me down many a time.  They hurt!  Well, I stepped on one last night.  As I sensed my foot come down on the point, I wiggled my body in some crazy contorted way, such that I pulled my inner thigh muscle.    I walked around the remainder of the night, kind of dragging my left leg, hunched forward like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. 

To cut an already too long story short, I woke at 4:00 AM, made a two cup pot of coffee, sat on the couch, then decided I could never do this.  I couldn’t get myself out to the car and drive to the mountains for a run.  I was much too tired, and my inner thigh still wasn’t quite right.  So, I fell back asleep, this time on the couch.

This does not mean that I didn’t run today.  I decided to cut today’s 14 miles in two.  I decided to run what I could this afternoon, then run my planned day off (Sunday) the remainder of the 14 miles.

At 1 PM, I set out the door for a road run.  Yes, a road run!  Two whole miles passed before my shins felt painless.  Good news though, my inner thigh felt good from the start.  I came upon dozens of runners, walkers and cyclists, most smiling or nodding a recognition or “hello.”  I felt out-of-shape for most of the run, perhaps because I’m so tired, perhaps because I’m not in tip-top condition.  And I also came to recall the many differences between the road and the trail.  First off, there are cars on the road – lots of them.  Secondly, stop lights dictate when I can go and when I must stop.  Thirdly, people smoke cigarettes in town and at the beach.  I pretty close to never smell cigarettes on the trails.  Fourthly, children and adults alike, meander back and forth along the sidewalk or road, and without notice step right in front of me.  Also, I run past poor homeless souls who have manufactured make-shift homes out of umbrellas and towels.  And on another note, no dirt bikes blow dirt into my face as they race by on the road.  There are no dirt bikes and there is no dirt on the road.  There are also a multitude of drinking fountains during a road run.  I don’t even need to carry a handheld (but I do).  Okay, that’s enough of that.  I could go on and on, but it’s close to bed time. (I’m an early to bed, early to rise gal.)

In all, I managed a tad over 7 miles this afternoon.

Where is the local campground?  Look for the flags . . . I want one of these!  Imagine all the different trails I could run.     An unlikely, yet interesting, Laurenontherun elevation profile (The question is, how did I get 80 feet below sea level?  Must have been while running behind the jetty):

Back-to-Back-to-Back

This morning I was back to Aliso/Wood Canyons for my back-to-back-to-back run.  Yes, that’s three days in a row.  Seems like I’m starting to feel like my old self.  I’m sleeping better. I feel more rested in the morning.  Definitely good reasons to force this groove on!

The skies were gray when I first set out through Aliso Canyon.  A couple runners traversed the trails, as did some hikers.  When a hiker up a ways stopped in her tracks, I thought for sure she had come across a rattle snake.  But she pointed out a coyote standing in the golden swaying grass.  I told her that coyotes are usually timid around us humans (as I recalled the one who chased my friend Hank!).  Then I ran past the coyote, as the young lady gasped, obviously thinking I was crazy.  I turned back and told her that I had pepper spray to make her feel better.  I knew the animal would turn off and run away as soon as I got within 30 feet of him.  And that he did. 

I also saw three or four deer through the trees on Coyote Run.  I climbed the exasperating Mentally Sensitive.  I admired the deep blue sea and I did some bushwhacking.  What a wonderful, cool morning on the trails!

Back-to-Back

I can’t recall the last time I ran back-to-back days – that is BEFORE TODAY.    With my mood lately, you’d think I would have used the heavily drizzling weather to zonk the back-to-back notion.  But I headed out anyway, arches taped, shins rolled.  And I took off running into Wood Canyon beneath gray, lovely wet skies. 

I came upon no other runners on my way to Top of the World.  But after running up Cholla Trail I came upon several small hiking groups making their way along the ridge.  They were bundled up, looking cuddly and warm.  And I wore shorts.  My long sleeve provided little warmth, however, I warmed up pretty quickly myself running the ridge’s rolling hills.

I ran today simply for the sake of running.  I’m merely getting back my groove, no pace pressure, no mileage requirements.  I do admit though, I’m still hoping to make Mt. Everest’s elevation this month.  It’ll be a tough task, one that will require that I keep my onward momentum going.

Though I was cold and debated doing a 1.5 mile out, then back, I have to call this morning’s run a success.  My shins felt great.  I enjoyed myself.  And best of all, I got my first back-to-back in a long, long time.

Miles run: 6.47

Meadows / Rock It Lollipop Loops

I just love those lollipop loops.  Wrote it before, I’ll write it again:  I’m a loopy girl. 

With limited time this morning, I thought I’d squeeze in a double digit run on my journey out of the rut. 

The sun was hot, the breeze was cool.  Bluish squished lizards decorated the single tracks.  How does that happen? I thought.  I’ve never stepped on a lizard in my life.  I don’t think I could if I tried – not unless I hosed it down with water first.  Then I remembered the bikes.  Yes . . .  the lovely bikes. 

My shins ached for the first 1.5 miles.  Stretching didn’t help the pain.  Only when I began running uphill did the shins feel good.  Then they felt fine the remainder of the run. 

It felt good to run solo in the lonely wilderness.  I relished the time alone.  This morning I got 11.59 miles of alone time.  Then it was back off to the grind, already looking forward to tomorrow’s run.   

Running up Meadows’ switchbacks:

My “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright Bridge,” on Meadows.  Once I cross this bridge the switchbacks stretch out, and the ascent lessens some, and I feel much better about running the entire thing.

Top of Meadows:

But there’s still a tad more to climb:

Running down Rock It:

Coyote Run:

Crossing over Mathis Trail to meet up with Wood Canyon:

Mentally Sensitive / Meadows Lollipop Loop

I went for a “short” lollipop loop trail run late this morning.  It was a doozy!

I put the word “short” in quotes, because distance perception is relative.  For quite some time, 7 miles was my long run.  I would hate to insult anyone by calling a 7 mile run a short run, when it really isn’t “short.”  It’s only “short” compared to what I’m used to over the past few years.  But 7 miles is by no means “short.”  Drive the distance, and you’ll see for sure.  Then add to the 7 miles a climb up a trail called Mentally Sensitive and a run down a switchback called Meadows, and you’ve got one doozy of a run! 

The weather was warm late this morning, 84 F degrees!  Sweating it out beneath a hot sun brought back some delightfully miserable memories of mountain training during the summer (Woot!  Looking forward to that.  Time to get ready!!)

Running a deceitful Meadows Trail: 

My calves were tight again, and my shins ached for approximately the first 1 1/2 miles.  Time to google “shin splints,” though I don’t know how I would get shin splints since I’m running so little lately. 

Climbing Mentally Sensitive was pure hellish fun.  Seriously.  I stopped to rest TWICE. . . on a 7 mile run!  I made it to the top though.  And I still felt accomplished. 

Going up . . .

Finally at the top, overlooking the grand Pacific:

Going down . . .

Rut Update

The thing I hate about digging myself out of a rut is digging my myself out of a rut. The second thing I hate about digging myself out of a rut is that no one else can do it for me. I have to do it myself. Being that I am quite the procrastinator, I have been only half-assed trying to dig myself out of this rut. I feel like blah, like doing nothing. Instead of running (like I planned) after dropping our boys off at school, I returned home and slept on the couch until 11:30 AM!!!  Then I merely sat and surfed the net an hour before heading off to work.  (Oh, I did wash some dishes by hand).

Now, it’s not like if I didn’t run I didn’t have anything to do. I have LOTS to do. I just don’t feel like doing anything.   This is not my “normal.”  Though I am a procrastinator, I am definitely a doer.  So, what the heck? 

That’s my rut update.  My current goal is not to run such and such miles.  It’s simply to get out of this rut.  I’ve got to climb through that hole to the sunshine on the other side.

Wish me luck. 

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