My 100 Things for 2014

I never make New Year Resolutions.  And I know this is crazy.  Blame The Running Green Girl.  She influenced me to do this.  Green Girl is very inspirational.  Here is my 100 Things in 2014 list.  It's not a resolution list.  It is more like a wish list, things I hope to do/accomplish for 2014.

1. 100 push-ups.com / complete program http://hundredpushups.com/#sthash.yqhUfudS.dpbs

2. Answer the 50 Questions that will free my mind. http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/

3. BBQ at the beach

4. Camp at the beach

5. Camp in the desert

6. Camp in the mountains

7. Clean carpets (or get new carpet depending on financials)

8. Clean out and organize file cabinets

9. Clean out bedroom closet

10. Clean out garage

11. Clean out library

12. CPR certification (renew)

13. Skateboard with Lucas

14. Eeg for Darius (his request for possibility of going off meds)

15. Embroider

16. Eye check for all 3 boys (0/3)

17. Find full-time work

18. Finish “Baby picture scrap book”

19. Get crown fixed

20. Get dryer fixed

21. Get medical check-up

22. Get new ceiling fans

23. Get the accordion out and re-teach myself a song

24. Get wisdom teeth removed

25. Go on a night trail run

26. Go to a play

27. Go to a writers’ convention

28. Have 4^th of July party

29. Hike around the headlands in my hometown

30. Hike Bedford Peak with Justus

31. Hike Santiago Peak with Justus

32. Hike/run in San Gorgonio mountains

33. Hike/run to Mt. Baldy

34. Hit Justus in the face with a pie

35. Ice Skate

36. Lose weight

37. Make a necklace

38. Memorize 5 Bible versus (0/5)

39. Memorize 5 poems (0/5)

40. Organize and submit query for novel, Beyond the Pale (or self-publish)

41. Organize cd’s

42. Organize digital photographs

43. Organize family tree pictures

44. Organize my short stories

45. Paint house exterior

46. Plant flowers

47. Play all the major and minor scales on the piano

48. Play racquetball

49. Prepare 5 new healthy recipes (0/5)

50. Read 5 add’l Easton Press’s 100 Best Books Ever Written http://www.listology.com/list/easton-press-100-greatest-books-ever-written

51. Register with Santa Fe Original Families

52. Relearn & play Fur Elise on the piano http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mVW8tgGY_w

53. Relearn/learn 20 guitar chords (0/20)

54. Renew teaching credentials (0/3)

55. Replenish my water stashes

56. Re-read The Screwtape Letters

57. Reunite (visit) with an old friend

58. Rollerblade

59. Run a Spartan race

60. Run Calico Trail Run http://calicotrailrun.org/

61. Run from ocean to Santiago Peak (“Tides to Towers”)

62. Run a street 5k

63. Run in the mountains in San Diego

64. Run Nanny Goat 24 hr http://www.oldgoatrunners.com/

65. Run to Oceanside

66. Run to Yaeger’s Mesa

67. Run Twin Peaks 50 mi http://trailrunning.dirtyfeet.us/twinpeaksindex.html

68. Run/hike trails somewhere up Hwy 39

69. Scooter with Darius

70. See a movie in the theatre

71. See a professional symphony

72. Stay with someone who is injured or sick on the trail

73. Swim in the ocean

74. Take the train somewhere

75. Try a fruit that I haven’t tried

76. Try a vegetable that I haven’t tried

77. Tune piano

78. Update family tree

79. Visit 10 New Peaks (0/10)

80. Visit a California mission I haven’t visited

81. Visit Joshua Tree http://www.nps.gov/jotr/index.htm

82. Visit Manzanaar http://www.nps.gov/manz/index.htm

83. Visit my Aunt Dolores (Cambria)

84. Visit my Aunt Joann (Culver City)

85. Visit my hometown

86. Visit Rancho Niguel historic ranch (Aliso Viejo)

87. Visit Santa Fe http://www.santafenm.gov/

88. Visit SJC Mission http://www.missionsjc.com/

89. Visit Texas

90. Visit The Grand Canyon http://www.nps.gov/grca/index.htm

91. Visit Utah

92. Volunteer a trail race

93. Volunteer at a Assisted Living facility

94. Volunteer at a food pantry

95. Watch Schindler’s List again

96. Watch The Dollhouse again

97. Work up to a 2 minute plank

98. Write 2 poems (0/2)

99. Write 5 short stories (0/5)

100. Write a short play

Summer Just Wasn’t My Season (The Inevitable Look Back on 2013)

I planned to run to Santiago Peak and end the year with a triumphant run. Not feeling well when I woke, I slept in some. Then I decided that 2013 really wasn’t a year to end with a triumphant run. A run in Aliso/Wood Canyons was more apropos. It was time to get back to where it all began, well, not actually began, but when it all came together with me and trails. Somewhere along the trails this year, I lost something on the run. I lost my drive. I lost my strength. I lost my confidence.  (And I couldn’t help but think, “I’m too old for this self-doubt and self-loathing!”)

2013 began with plantar fasciitis. This aspect alone didn’t wipe me out. There were lots of personal struggles. I gained a good amount of pounds (make that a “bad” amount of pounds).   And I tried so desperately to use the trails to bring me back. But my heart just wasn’t there. It was somewhere else attempting to get myself right again with the world, right again with myself. Then Old Goat happened. Being pulled at mile 41 in a 50 mile race put quite a stomp into my stride.

And then summer arrived. Summer. It just wasn’t my season. The heat nearly did me in more than once. The season ended with my head hung low, a severe limp in my right side, a major loss in work hours and no advancement in my personal strides.

In 2013, I sprained my ankle running a road marathon. In 2013, Twin Peaks was cancelled due to the government shut-down. In 2013, I lost my patience too many times. And in 2013, I said good-bye to two friends, one was silver, the other gold. (Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.)

Good-bye Phil Olaskey (We met in 1977):

Good-bye Tommy Ryan (We met 6 years ago)

So, 2013 was a struggle! Heck, when isn’t life a struggle? I survived it.  In fact, I learned much.  I learned that much of what I learn on the trails applies to my life overall.  I realized that this is indeed why I was given the gift of trails.  So that I can learn.  So that I can appreciate.  And there was much to appreciate this year.  In 2013, my son went another year without a seizure. In 2013, we managed to keep the house yet another year.  No one became seriously ill and all of my family is still intact. I read great books in 2013.  I met wonderful students. In 2013, I also met new good friends. And I re-united with old friends.

And so, on this last day of 2013, I took to the trails in Aliso/Wood Canyons, the place that I found my own way on the trails.  The place where I learned to tell direction and read the peaks and ridges – the place where I lost my fear of wilderness.

On this last day of 2013, I took off down Aliso Creek Trail with no pain in my foot.  None.  The park was crowded, and I mean crowded with hikers.  That is until I took a left from Wood Canyon onto Meadows Trail.  I saw one mountain biker.  Then I headed onward to the steepest trail in the park, my greatest challenge in Aliso/Wood Canyons – Mentally Sensitive Trail. 

About a mile in, I met father and son mountain bikers.  The father was laid-out on the trail, his son looked as if he had been crying.  I could see his father was conscious as the son moved the bikes and their gear off the trail.  I stopped to check on the boy’s dad.  He assured me his father was okay.  I told the boy that I could not leave them there.  The father still on his back with his arms over his face said a few words about being “okay.”  But he still lay in the middle of the trail.  I wasn’t even sure he could move.  Turns out the man had flown over his handlebars, and that worried me greatly.  The boy said that I could go, that they had water and a phone.  As I gave him the ranger station’s phone number we both noticed another mountain biker barreling down the steep trail.  Both the boy and I began hollering and waving our arms, “Stop!  Stop!”  That biker came around the bend with a screech, stopping just as the injured man scooted himself off the trail. 

I was so relieved to see the injured guy could move.  I also noted the absence of blood.  As the other mountain biker and I discussed what we should do, the boy said that he had his mother on the phone.  Eventually, both I and the other mountain biker took off when the injured biker was sitting upright.  As soon as I turned the bend I phoned the ranger station.  You can imagine my aggravation when no one answered! 

Before I reached the top of Mentally Sensitive, another biker went over his handlebars.  I approached as he used the bike to lift himself from the dirt.  He didn’t look good.  No blood.  But his face was ashen.  I asked if he was okay, if I could do anything for him, did he need me to phone someone.  He said he was okay, but had probably damaged his ribs.  After a small conversation, I convinced him not to take Mentally Sensitive down.  I suggested he take Meadows which is less steep and much easier to manage.  After what I told him about the remainder of Mentally Sensitive he was convinced and went on his way as I ran onward into Moulton Meadows Park. 

Mentally Sensitive:

I ran onward to Top of the World and took in the same view I have relished countless times.  I ran the remainder of this last run of the year with hardly any pain, just knowing there were lots of life’s lessons from today’s run to sort out over the next couple days.  I suppose I should close before the new year actually gets here.

Happy New Year!  Thanks for reading and all your support.  I so much appreciate it!  And also, for enduring this long, long post. 

Miles logged:  10.78

Didn’t Need A Pack

Last night a war break out in the house over Minecraft.  Yes, Minecraft.  A video game!  And this is about the only “in” game with no vulgarity or profanity.  Needless to say, get four guys playing this “tame” game at once, three of them brothers, and the night getting late, something is bound to happen.  And it did.  And I was upset, but happily allowed the father (my husband) to hand out punishments on his own.  Still, I pulled my guilt trip move, and told the two in the deepest trouble that I wasn’t going for my early morning run, because I didn’t trust they’d behave while I was away in the morning.  Oddly, that stung.

Still, I set my alarm because I figured the guilt trip worked.  But alas, I was just too worn out to get out for some early morning trails. 

This afternoon, I decided it was a hike, the gym or a run for me.  I could convince no man or boy in the home to accompany me on a hike up to Bedford Peak.  The 3-mile uphill didn’t go in my favor.  Also, being spoiled by the mountains lately, the gym just wasn’t going to satisfy.  In the end, I opted for trails.  I grabbed my pack, which I packed the night prior for a long morning run.  By the time I arrived to Arroyo Trabuco Trail in the foothills of the Saddleback Mountains, I wasn’t much in the mood for a run at all.  

I set off in warm wind.  My foot felt very decent.  Still, I decided I could probably only muster a three mile run.  Definitely didn’t need a pack for this.  Ends up, I felt better after a mile and a half.  I ventured on a little further, then turned back on the empty trails for a total round trip run of 5.14 miles. 

Definitely looking forward to a new year.

Happy Holidays to all!  And may you have no Minecraft wars in your peaceful home.

Today’s Run:

New Garmin, New Shoes, New Socks, and a New Hair Cut on New San Juan Trail

I got a late start this morning, but managed to get out the door before 8 AM, and drive up the mountain.  I ran along (new) San Juan Trail for a San Juan / Old San Juan Trail loop with,

My new Garmin:

In my new shoes and socks:

Sporting a new haircut:

I  chose this loop which begins on the so-called “new” San Juan Trail and connects up with Old San Juan Trail just beneath Sugarloaf Peak because it’s basically the course of next week’s 12k that I’m running.  I haven’t run a race of this short distance in a LONG time.  The runners will definitely take off faster than I can even run at my fastest, and I’ll get left in the dust right away.  In fact, I got a pretty dang good chance of bringing home the DFL.  My only advantage for this race is the fact that portions of the trail are extremely technical.  I’ve got quite a bit of practice at that.  Others may not.  Either way, it’s okay.  I need to get back into the game.  I got out there today and was able to take this technical course, without falling AND without excruciating pain (though it was a bit painful coming in).  I’m looking forward to some hard work come race day.  But it will be relatively short, therefore, not much time for that negative self-talk that I pledge to work on conquering in the upcoming year. 

A bit of the scenery (because I won’t be taking pictures on race day.  I will be, after all, attempting to finish before the race director and gang has packed up and left )

Total miles run today:  8.34 (about a mile more than the course I will run next week).

Winter Solstice 2013

It’s been a while since I got out under darkness.  Finally did it on the Winter Solstice, the first day of winter.  Boy was it cold!  Southern California cold though, quite bearable indeed. 

As Christmas approaches, I am falling behind on keeping up my blog.  And it seems that all the profound things I wanted to write about this run have flittered away.  Onward nonetheless:  I drove that bumpy, muddy, rocky canyon rode to the Holy Jim lot as the sun began to peer above the horizon.  By the time I arrived, the lot was practically full with trucks like mine.  (The drive from my house takes one hour – thirty minutes of highways and streets, then the last five miles of off-road takes another 25 to 30 minutes)

When I set off on this run up Holy Jim Trail, my right foot felt perfectly fine.  In fact, both feet felt exactly the same, as if I had no injury.  Bliss.  I was able to really take in the trail’s beauty.  And I began to think that perhaps there was an upside to having this injury – I have really been missing the trails, and being away has made my heart grow fonder.

Holy Jim’s Beauty:

About 2 miles up, the beanie comes off!

After mile three, the pack comes off so that I can take off the long sleeves.  I’m warm enough!

My foot began to ache as I ran along The Main Divide.  Fortunately, I had chosen the “short loop” for this mountain run (14.5 miles).  The only really bad thing about my route was that it ended on a rocky, rocky downhill.  Did I ever pay!  Running down Horsethief was excruciating. Trabuco, though not as steep, was no better.  It was beautiful with leaf litter, but still rocky as heck.  At mile 11, I was truly amazed how much pain radiated from my foot after beginning this run with no pain whatsoever.  I wasn’t really angry about the pain.  I was more angry that I chose a downhill rocky route for the end of this Winter Solstice run.  I kept tell myself, “When you reach mile 13, you can hike.”  MILE 13 COULD NOT COME FAST ENOUGH.  But I continued running anyway, just to get there faster.  At mile 13, I walked the remaining distance in to my truck.  A group of mountain bikers offered me beer to ease my pain .  I declined, stretched the heck out of my foot and took two ibuprofen in the truck. 

Again, despite the wretched injury returning, I still enjoyed the immense beauty on this trip.  And I am happy to report, that my foot feels much, much better today.

The Main Divide:

West Horsethief:

Trabuco Trail:

Easy Seven

Finally, it was time to slow down.  Slow down life that is, and get in some trails.  I’ve been working practically non-stop (substitute teaching and putting together the brochure cover for the district’s Adult School).  And I finally mailed our out-of-state Christmas packages (to Missouri, Texas, and England).  This morning the boys were off to their last day of school before the long winter break (17 days!), and I had some free time (even after running several errands). 

I was cold.  The trails were muddy.  The skies were blue.  The creeks were full.  And I didn’t fall  in the water once.  Not once.  But I did fall during this easy seven miles.  The story’s stupid really.  I slipped in a cement drainage ditch and slid down smack into the pavement.  In a split second I landed on my rear, my palms slammed to the ground, and then I made impact with my back.  Fortunately, my back was cushioned by the water in my pack.  Funny, I wasn’t even going to wear a pack because I wasn’t sure how many miles I would run.  Anyway, the entire trip was beautiful.  Even the fall (or rather slip). 

Tijeras Creek Trail:

Tijeras Creek Crossing:

Did it without getting my feet wet:

Arroyo Trabuco Trail: