Making a Habit

The key to so many things that I want to accomplish, for me anyway, is making a habit. If I want to write well, I should write all the time. Great piano players make piano playing a habit. Alcoholics make drinking a habit. Habits run our lives. I start morning the very same way every single day: I turn on the computer and make a pot of coffee. Every morning. That's my habit. Once you've elevated some behavior to the status of habit, it's smooth sailing for that habit, it runs on auto-pilot, and it's very difficult to stop it. Just as difficult almost as breaking a habit though, is the making a habit in the first place. Especially so if it's a beneficial habit. Creating a good habit sucks. (This by the way is not necessarily so with bad habits).

Some years ago, running was my habit. I didn't need much motivation to get out and run. It was part of my routine; it had become habit. It wasn't always like that of course. The process of developing the habit was long and took a great deal of patience. I was about 36 when I dabbled in running again (the first time being during my teen years). Though I had keep active most of my years with other sports and activities, I couldn't run a street block without it feeling that my heart was going burst out of my chest. That pissed me off, which is the catalyst for my subsequent running years. The road was very slow; it took months, perhaps more than a year (I don't even recall!) to have the endurance to run ten miles. By then of course, I was already hooked, the habit had been formed, and just like all habits, it stuck with me for a long time, until it didn't (injuries and life took me down).

So, here I am once again systematically trying to make running a habit. Fortunately, I can run much more than a street block. I ran five miles at the harbor this past Friday (Nov. 1). Five miles is a lot more difficult than it used to be, that's for sure. It didn't kill me though, and it didn't feel like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My goal for this run was just to establish a routine, get my feet moving for consecutive miles. It's all part of Phase I (Getting Started) on my road to Calico -- then I will bide my time (in other words force myself) until it becomes habit.

5 mile harbor run:

The Road to Calico

I want to run Calico Trail Run again. I love this race, and I miss it. It's been a few years -- 2015 was the last year I ran Calico 30k. I had come a long way. It destroyed me the first time I ran it in 2007. Going in, I felt fairly confident with the distance. It was the terrain that caught me off guard. Oh the troubles I encountered that first year! This race taught me the meaning of technical terrain. I crossed the finish line with bloody arms and legs having wiped out on the rocks in a bluish-pink canyon. At home, my husband used tweezers to dig out the pebbles embedded in my arm from my fall. I was wiped out for days. Calico 30k basically chewed me up and spit me out. I never realized how much I would love something like that. I was smitten.   

IF I can do it, Calico 2020 will be my 8th year. It is going to be a tough road to Calico. I'm not starting from scratch, but I'm definitely far away both mentally and physically to run this race well. The time to beat, well, that would be my best time which is 4:30 (from 2012, the only year I placed in my age group).

MY TRAINING PLAN is twofold. In the midst of teaching at two schools and directing a race in December, it has to be twofold, otherwise, there's a slim chance I'll be able to run Calico come January 2020.

FIRST PRONG of my attack (but not necessarily most the important): I need to get in good physical shape. I have a long way to go in building strength and endurance. I'll accomplish this by running, hiking, calisthenics, and some weights. I may even get back to the gym. 

SECOND PRONG, which is crucial to my success: I need to get in good mental shape. This entails proper sleep, proper food and completely cutting out all sugar. Fasting will be a huge part of this prong. I have been using it frequently, since I decided to run Calico again a few weeks ago.

I've further divided my plan into 3 phases, each lasting a little over a month. 

Phase 1: Getting Started 

Phase 2: Building

Phase 3: Maintaining

Currently, I am about 2 weeks into Phase 1. I have been running short distances on the road, as well as, hiking trails. I started slowly with calisthenics (planks only). And right now, I'm using The Big Loop at Aliso which is about 12 miles with 1,565' of elevation gain as my way to measure progress. (Love that loop!). I'm hiking all of it, but with a goal to increase my speed, I will add some running soon. About a week ago (10/27) I hiked The Big Loop in 4:37. This was an enjoyable hike; I didn't kill myself doing it. I'm in the "Getting Started" phase which is extremely important to my success. It's all about getting into a routine and doing it nice and easy with mental clarity so that I don't injure myself. Two prong attack, I believe that is key.

The Big Loop

Lovely Dirt

So, it's been a long time, yes? I have much to tell, but in this post, I'll stick to my latest workouts (I'm calling them workouts because I am officially training). Training for what? Well, it's three months out, and it's been a few years. That's my clue.

I got in about twenty hiking miles this past weekend. Friday (10/18) I made it quick, about 7.5 miles, with a hike into Wood Canyon (Aliso Viejo, CA). It had been much too long since my last dose of medicine. August 22 to be exact. I'd rather not wait that long ever again. My excuse? Summer recess has ended and so I'm back to work. Work is enjoyable I have to say. But it takes a lot of my time. I need both to be balanced. I need work, and I need trails, or really, wandering of any sort. And right now is an especially wonderful time to be out and about because we fluctuating on the edge cool and even cold temperatures. 

The breeze was cool on Friday. I spotted a couple of crawdads in the creek. Autumn was visiting and what an enjoyable hike it was! I turned off onto Coyote Run Trail and took the single-track back toward Wood Canyon. Across a bridge and in and out of shade, my music was the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze, birds and squirrels chirping. To my delight, a Road Runner crossed my path and a meandered a little bit so I could admire him. I didn't even reach for a camera because I knew that by the time I grabbed for it, he'd be gone (that's what always happens!) 

It felt great to get back out on the trails. And I chose this lovely flat course for a purpose. With a plan to hike Sunday, I wanted Friday's hike to be a warm-up. It had been too long, nearly two months. I can't remember the last time that I took that long of a break.  

From Friday

The following Sunday (10/20) I hit the trails in Aliso/Wood Canyons once again. This time, I added some hills for a 12 mile loop, what I call The Big Loop. It was another lovely Autumn day. There was no struggle getting out the door. Autumn is my favorite time to hike. The wilderness seems more "alive". In Aliso Canyon I came up on a juvenille buck. He was grazing so closely to the trail, that I was a bit nervous when my presence hadn't spooked him away. Too close. Not that I think that he'd attack me, but he could certainly rush at me. I think in that collision, he'd be the one left standing. I did manage to take a couple of photos before taking off though (I couldn't help it!). 

The Big Loop

Sunday's hike was definately a workout. Though the weather was still cool, I struggled some taking the inclines and the sun wasn't helping one bit. It was worthwhile medicine. I took in plenty of fluids (with electrolytes) and made a good day of it putting one foot in front of the other on dirt. Lovely dirt. 

More From Saturday -- West Ridge

  The Pacific Ocean (Laguna Beach)

View of Saddleback Meadows just before descending on Meadows Trail

And then the weekend was over, and I was back to work which meant a break from workouts. Around Monday, "Indian Summer" visited with a solid heatwave. The heat has continued into today (Thursday) but I had to go outside and greet it anyway. I am not going to get physically stronger if I don't begin the process. I was somewhat in a grumpy mood to begin with and I can say that pounding the pavement for two miles didn't put a smile on my face. The smile on my face, however, did appear when the run was over. My mood was better. It is going to take some time getting used to a running pace again.

Saddleback Marathon has been Re-Routed and Registration is Now Open

The Saddleback Marathon is Back! Re-routed this year due to the fires -- this year we're going all single-track!

From many moons ago (my 2nd Saddleback Marathon):

Altered Version of The Big Loop @ Aliso

These pictures are from so long ago that I barely remember the hike. I don't know anything from digital data because for some reason my data was not saved! Interesting. This is at least the third time that I neglected to save my data on my Amazfit watch. And that's really odd to me because I always press "save.". So, there may be a gliche in this sports watch. But I posted live video on Facebook, so from that I know that the date of my last hike was August 22, and the final mileage was around eleven miles (which was 2 more miles than I planned -- it's starting to come back to me now). I also remember really forcing myself out the front door of my home. I didn't want to go. But I knew that I needed it. I started in Moulton Meadows Park, a city park in Laguna Beach. From there I took Meadows down into Aliso Canyon, then made my way over to Wood Canyon. I was a good mile in (was on Meadows by then) before I was glad that I forced it. And the rest of the hike, though it was quite warm, was good medicine. Very good medicine, as usual. At the end of Wood Canyon, I climbed Cholla to West Ridge and made my way along the ridge until I eventually was back at my truck in Moulton Meadows.

I may have already mentioned that I am back to work. I have also recently learned that Old Goat races are back on this year. Things are hectic and last minute, but I'll have more news when the permits and sanctions are approved. Until then, here are some of my favorite pictures from a slightly altered version of The Big Loop at Aliso/Woods Canyons. 

 

 

Point to Point Hike (San Juan Trail)

It has been much too long since I last hit the trails (8/10/19). Eleven days ago to be precise. And then school happened -- my two youngest boys went back to school, and so did I. It all came like a whirlwind and I am off kilter just a bit. I am back to teaching at one of my schools, and at another beginning next week. Gosh, it all came like a fast. I still feel a little out of sorts. Summer vacation was like a race to me, a race to check things off my list. Well, the end of my summer vacation has ended, and I did get some things done. I so feared that I would not. And I was constantly critical of myself over whether I was doing enough. Well, I didn't get everything done. But I certainly did enough. And the most important things, they got a check mark. 

I'm also back to working on Old Goat races (more about that later), so my last hike was to measure San Juan Trail in it's entirety, from Blue Jay campgrounds down to Hot Springs Canyon. You can bet in the middle of the summer, the only way I was going to do this hike was to do it one way -- the downhill way. 

Early that morning (but not terribly early -- 8:30), I met a friend of mine, Jose, and his neighbor, Pedro, at Hot Springs Canyon Road. We drove into the canyon and parked Jose's car. Then the guys got in my truck and we drove to the top of the mountain and parked in Blue Jay campgrounds before setting out on San Juan Trail. The trail was beautiful with views going for miles and miles, as far as the Pacific Ocean. And can you believe it, we were the only people on them. We had some shade, especially in the first third. But after that, the trail is pretty exposed, and the weather was hot. Hot but bearable. There was a tad of uphill, but overall the 12+ mile trip was technical downhill. The fun stuff!

About five miles down, Jose realized that he had left the keys to his car in my truck. Oops. This was indeed a situation being that it was his car down at the bottom of the mountain that we were going to drive back to my truck. I was not so concerned about this. To me, this was just part of the adventure, and I enjoyed the rest of the trip without a thought to the matter. One thing for sure, I wasn't willing to hike five miles uphill back to my truck. I just trusted the guys would figure something out, and if not there was always my husband or son that I could call (if I could get a signal that is). 

Somewhere in the final switchbacks (look at that lovely pictured below!), Pedro got a cell signal and phoned a friend to meet us at the fire station on Ortega Highway and Hot Springs Canyon Road. We picked up our pace some at that point because we still had quite a ways to travel to the station. I estimate the friend who was driving out to rescue us was about twenty minutes away. We on the other hand were about 2 miles from Jose's car and another mile to the station (which means that our hike was not 12+ miles, it was 13+)

Just about the last tenth of a mile before the bottom of  San Juan Trail, I slipped in the loose dirt on a turn in the trail, and then on my fall, slipped again. I felt like the top half of my body twisted one way, while the bottom half twisted in the other direction. It was quite a jolt. I recall Pedro rushing in to help me up but I just couldn't really focus at the moment. It's like I had to take a moment to process the pain, accept it and then finally get up and get going. Once I did that, I just had to pretend and ignore the pain until I got home and could deal with it. I should point out that I was confident that my injuries were not serious, no broken bones or anything like that. At the worst, I felt I could have torn some tendons in my foot, as the twist and subsequent feeling in my foot felt very similar to the time I tore tendons in my foot on West Horsethief Trail. 

Every hike or run is an adventure, isn't it? Pedro's friend was waiting for us at the station. I drove up the mountain with him, leaving the other two behind because his truck had only two seats. I wish that I remembered his name because he is definitely worth mentioning. What a good friend he was to Pedro. He told me, and I could tell that he was uncomfortable driving up that windy mountain road. I believe he said that it had been 15 years since he had driven up Ortega. I didn't blame him. I used to be scared to death of driving to the top of the mountain (I'm still a tiny bit scared). Anyway, Pedro's friend spoke little English, and I spoke even littlier Spanish, so our communication was challenging. He had no idea what he was in for, and yet he did it with a friendly smile. He got me back safely to my truck. And we both drove back down to the fire station on Ortega Highway and Hot Springs Canyon Road to meet up with the other guys.

It really was a lovely hike. San Juan Trail is challenging, even on the downhill. I was sore for a few days after my fall. When I dress for work now, I make sure that my dress covers my knees so that the scab doesn't show. It is healing up quickly now though. And the scrapes on my arms are barely noticeable. 

All's well that ends well.