Three months after I broke my ankle, I finally feel like I am "running" again. It has been a long road back and I still don't have much endurance. But, I ran today. Without guarding every step.
Going to Leadville over Christmas to do some cross country skiing and snowshoeing. Getting ready for the Quad. This year....well, this year it will be better, right? We always have plans for improvement. This year, I will remember to take food. This year, I will be riding my own bike. This year, I know what to expect. This year, I will probably be slower. That is how life goes.
A bone to pick: In this month's issue of UltraRunner, there is an article about NOT asking to pass (Trail Right/Trail Left by Errol “Rocket” Jones). His argument is that if you're behind him on a trail, then you should just relax and not worry about passing. After all, if you were in contention, you wouldn't be behind him. This is missing the point. You may be in contention for the 60-69 year old women's award. You may have stepped off the trail to, uh, you know... and he passed you and now you want to pass him again. You may be getting your second wind and want by. Why is he so upset about stepping aside for two seconds? After all, he is not in contention!!
My rant for the day.
Having been called a dusty ole gramma by 4 year old Linus, I have begun questioning my vitality. Am I really dusty? and old? Or am I still a credible trail runner and ultrarunner, completing mountain races in Colorado, New Mexico and Wyoming?
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Planning the work
Nice to have a major goal for the coming year. People keep asking what I'm going to do when I retire. I don't want to say that I am just going to run. They think I am strange enough. Now they want a grand goal: I am going to write a book, feed the hungry, cure cancer, volunteer for the humane society.
No, seriously, I just want to run. I will get tired of it I am sure. I am already lining up a bunch of races for next year. Moab, Bighorn, Pagosa Springs, pacing some friends. It should be a blast.
Speaking of blasts, I did a Turkey Trot race on Thanksgiving in Carlisle, PA. I did not do it alone. I had all four grandkids. Jonas told me I had to keep them all with me. Now, he is the boy who used to run races by himself when he was their age. I promised they would be safe, they wouldn't get lost, they wouldn't run away and we would all get together at the end.
There were lots of runners. We lined up at the end of the runners but in front of the walkers. When we started up, the older two asked if they could take off. Sure. Then Linus asked if he could go too. Sure! Isaias and I ran/walked (my walking required that he run) together holding hands. We caught up to Linus about half way through. We never saw Elise and Avery until the finish area.
Now, you know what really pissed me off? There were no treats left when we finished. Bananas and water was all that was left. I saw people walking around with several bags of pretzels and cookies. The kids ate their bananas without complaining though. In fact, they never complained at all. Woohoo!!!!! Makes a dust ole gramma happy!
No, seriously, I just want to run. I will get tired of it I am sure. I am already lining up a bunch of races for next year. Moab, Bighorn, Pagosa Springs, pacing some friends. It should be a blast.
Speaking of blasts, I did a Turkey Trot race on Thanksgiving in Carlisle, PA. I did not do it alone. I had all four grandkids. Jonas told me I had to keep them all with me. Now, he is the boy who used to run races by himself when he was their age. I promised they would be safe, they wouldn't get lost, they wouldn't run away and we would all get together at the end.
There were lots of runners. We lined up at the end of the runners but in front of the walkers. When we started up, the older two asked if they could take off. Sure. Then Linus asked if he could go too. Sure! Isaias and I ran/walked (my walking required that he run) together holding hands. We caught up to Linus about half way through. We never saw Elise and Avery until the finish area.
Now, you know what really pissed me off? There were no treats left when we finished. Bananas and water was all that was left. I saw people walking around with several bags of pretzels and cookies. The kids ate their bananas without complaining though. In fact, they never complained at all. Woohoo!!!!! Makes a dust ole gramma happy!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Recovery?
Always the doubts; I am too old, too slow, too tired, or too lazy. But now I have a new one (of course): I am too clumsy. Dang, I went out and fell again. No real injuries but I hurt all over. Even my ear was bleeding. I guess this comes from not running. Just forgot to pick up my feet. I tripped several times, but only went down once.
Scout has been going with me. I figure it is cool, I am very slow, and not covering much distance. She is going great!! Yes, she runs funny, but she and Sadie have been having a lot of fun out there. That's cool.
I am trying to set up a training schedule. I want a 50 miler around the middle of April. Can't find one. Will keep looking.
Meanwhile, perhaps I need to buy some more stuff?
Scout has been going with me. I figure it is cool, I am very slow, and not covering much distance. She is going great!! Yes, she runs funny, but she and Sadie have been having a lot of fun out there. That's cool.
I am trying to set up a training schedule. I want a 50 miler around the middle of April. Can't find one. Will keep looking.
Meanwhile, perhaps I need to buy some more stuff?
Saturday, November 15, 2014
From 0 to 100 in 215 Days??
in I have been very careful during the recovery from a broken ankle. Very, very careful. I keep telling myself that it is like gluing the handle back onto a coffee mug: you must let it sit undisturbed until it is dry, or in this case, healed.
I wore a cumbersome boot for almost 6 weeks. During that time, I walked, a little at a time, using hiking poles. Very, very carefully.
I biked a little with a bike shoe on my right foot and a regular shoe on the left so that I wouldn't twist it. I rode very, very carefully.
This week I got the all clear to begin physical therapy. Started therapy at Peak Motion.
Also told him I wanted to do the Bighorn 100 in June. He looked dubious but I am used to those looks.
But first, I have to run a 5k on Thanksgiving Day with the four grands. They know they don't get to eat turkey unless they run. Should be great.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Dusty ole gramma bites the dust
Yep, my summer is now officially over. There weren't as many successes this year as last, but hey, it was good.
The 50 mile Devil Mountain run just about did me in. Very slow. Funny, some man which Cheryl dubbed "the gnome" ran up to me and said that no woman over 60 had ever completed. Guess I had to then. And I did.
Tired of training; tired of racing; tired of being tired. Made a firm pledge that once Canyon de Chelly was over, I would take a real break. Ran Mt. Taylor with Ranie. We had fun together. I forgot that I was supposed to be racing, at least some of the time. I did run fairly hard, for me. Enjoyed the experience. Then two weeks left to recover before Canyon de Chelly. Really looking forward to it. A different experience.
One bad step, though, cancelled my plans for Canyon de Chelly. Running down the foothills from "the tree." Stepped on a boulder, rolled the ankle and sat down on the offending boulder. The ankle immediately swelled. I figured if I sat there very long, it would get stiff and hurt even more, so I jumped up and headed on down the trail. Took close to an hour to make it home. By then, the leg was ginormous. Turns out I broke the fibula down by the ankle. It is now time to rest, recover, heal and get energized for next year. I am going to rest, whether I want to or not!!
The 50 mile Devil Mountain run just about did me in. Very slow. Funny, some man which Cheryl dubbed "the gnome" ran up to me and said that no woman over 60 had ever completed. Guess I had to then. And I did.
Tired of training; tired of racing; tired of being tired. Made a firm pledge that once Canyon de Chelly was over, I would take a real break. Ran Mt. Taylor with Ranie. We had fun together. I forgot that I was supposed to be racing, at least some of the time. I did run fairly hard, for me. Enjoyed the experience. Then two weeks left to recover before Canyon de Chelly. Really looking forward to it. A different experience.
One bad step, though, cancelled my plans for Canyon de Chelly. Running down the foothills from "the tree." Stepped on a boulder, rolled the ankle and sat down on the offending boulder. The ankle immediately swelled. I figured if I sat there very long, it would get stiff and hurt even more, so I jumped up and headed on down the trail. Took close to an hour to make it home. By then, the leg was ginormous. Turns out I broke the fibula down by the ankle. It is now time to rest, recover, heal and get energized for next year. I am going to rest, whether I want to or not!!
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Resurrection Pass + Devil Mountain = 100 miles?
I decided to run two 50 milers with two weeks rest. First was Resurrection Pass just outside of Anchorage https://www.facebook.com/ResurrectionPassUltraRaces. This is a particularly adventuresome race, with only one aid station. Four of us started off. After 42 miles, I had to tell them I was fried. Jen stayed back with me and we hobbled on in. Finished in 12:22.
OK, my ego was definitely bruised. This was the first ultra any of these women had completed. I thought I was going to be leaving them behind.They set a 14:30 pace and just kept at it. Not my style of running. I kept stopping to look at the scenery (OMG....beautiful!!) and then had to sprint to catch up.
After this 50 miler, I had two weeks to recover and run the Devil Mountain 50 miler http://www.joingecko.org/info.asp?uid=310. I figured this would capitalize on my strengths: tough course with lots of elevation change and few people. I thought I would nail it in about 13:30. I was soooo wrong. I started out OK, running with Cheryl Duran for the first 20 miles or so. Then she peeled off for the 50K (I was several minutes behind her by this point) and I headed off for the long out and back section. I had already done the "big climb." How hard could the rest of it be? Just a couple of small hills on this portion of the course.
I tucked in behind a man about my age. He talked and talked and talked. Told me all about the course and where he got lost a couple years ago. It was good to take note of the potential places to lose track of the trail on the way back. I finally left him and made it to the next-to-last aid station 30 minutes before the cut off.
By the last age station, the temp was dropping. A volunteer made sure I had a light. He also said I needed to take a jacket. I assured him I would be plenty warm. He said I had to take a jacket. I told him I had a long sleeve shirt but no jacket. He was insistent. I told him I was tough....that I used to live in Wyoming. He let me go!
I finished in the dark with only two people behind me. Almost 15:30. Good grief. I was the last woman to finish. When I checked the results, I learned that 9 women were in their 20's or 30's and one was 49.
Bottom line: I continue to wonder if I am making a fool of myself. I am a constant worrier about how others view me. Am I that crazy old woman who should give it up and learn to knit or am I an inspiration? I go back and forth in my thinking. Sometimes I embarrass myself; other times I feel pride.
OK, my ego was definitely bruised. This was the first ultra any of these women had completed. I thought I was going to be leaving them behind.They set a 14:30 pace and just kept at it. Not my style of running. I kept stopping to look at the scenery (OMG....beautiful!!) and then had to sprint to catch up.
After this 50 miler, I had two weeks to recover and run the Devil Mountain 50 miler http://www.joingecko.org/info.asp?uid=310. I figured this would capitalize on my strengths: tough course with lots of elevation change and few people. I thought I would nail it in about 13:30. I was soooo wrong. I started out OK, running with Cheryl Duran for the first 20 miles or so. Then she peeled off for the 50K (I was several minutes behind her by this point) and I headed off for the long out and back section. I had already done the "big climb." How hard could the rest of it be? Just a couple of small hills on this portion of the course.
I tucked in behind a man about my age. He talked and talked and talked. Told me all about the course and where he got lost a couple years ago. It was good to take note of the potential places to lose track of the trail on the way back. I finally left him and made it to the next-to-last aid station 30 minutes before the cut off.
By the last age station, the temp was dropping. A volunteer made sure I had a light. He also said I needed to take a jacket. I assured him I would be plenty warm. He said I had to take a jacket. I told him I had a long sleeve shirt but no jacket. He was insistent. I told him I was tough....that I used to live in Wyoming. He let me go!
I finished in the dark with only two people behind me. Almost 15:30. Good grief. I was the last woman to finish. When I checked the results, I learned that 9 women were in their 20's or 30's and one was 49.
Bottom line: I continue to wonder if I am making a fool of myself. I am a constant worrier about how others view me. Am I that crazy old woman who should give it up and learn to knit or am I an inspiration? I go back and forth in my thinking. Sometimes I embarrass myself; other times I feel pride.
Monday, July 21, 2014
332 more days til Big Horn 2015
I clicked on the Big Horn Wild and Scenic Trail Run site today. This is what was on the home page:
I guess it is time to start training.
Seriously, I have to go back and complete this race. It is driving me nuts. I hate failing. I know, I know, I didn't fail. I just had too many problems but I showed remarkable courage. Blah!!! I know that I didn't meet the goal I set for myself. How do I know? Because when I click on the 2014 Results link, my name is not there!! Oh well, wait til next year.
Meanwhile, my dog Scout is having some problems. She can't run. It's as if her legs will not switch from a walk to a run. She wants to, but she just can't do it. She was running 10, 15, even 20 miles with me. I noticed her gait was strange. I also noticed that she was lagging behind. I finally figured out that she was unable to stay with me because of her gait.
We've taken her to the vet. From there, we were referred to a veterinary neurologist. He, unfortunately, doesn't have an answer. There are lots of tests that he can run, from nerve transduction testing to a MRI. These costs big bucks. I could probably justify the expense if I thought we would get a definitive answer. He doesn't really have a hypothesis regarding the problem. His original thought was myasthenia gravis, but her test result was negative.
So we're back to square 1. My question: do we continue the testing? As it is, she can manage a 4 mile easy run, if it isn't too hot. This is not why I got her; I wanted a companion for my long runs. I can be content with a 4 mile dog. But what if there is something wrong, which if found, can be corrected? More importantly, what if there is something which if not found and corrected, will kill her?
Poor little Scout. Cheryl says she is an alien dog, sent here to love and be loved. Someday the mother ship will call her back and learn much from her regarding love, life, happiness, and mountains.
I guess it is time to start training.
Seriously, I have to go back and complete this race. It is driving me nuts. I hate failing. I know, I know, I didn't fail. I just had too many problems but I showed remarkable courage. Blah!!! I know that I didn't meet the goal I set for myself. How do I know? Because when I click on the 2014 Results link, my name is not there!! Oh well, wait til next year.
Meanwhile, my dog Scout is having some problems. She can't run. It's as if her legs will not switch from a walk to a run. She wants to, but she just can't do it. She was running 10, 15, even 20 miles with me. I noticed her gait was strange. I also noticed that she was lagging behind. I finally figured out that she was unable to stay with me because of her gait.
We've taken her to the vet. From there, we were referred to a veterinary neurologist. He, unfortunately, doesn't have an answer. There are lots of tests that he can run, from nerve transduction testing to a MRI. These costs big bucks. I could probably justify the expense if I thought we would get a definitive answer. He doesn't really have a hypothesis regarding the problem. His original thought was myasthenia gravis, but her test result was negative.
So we're back to square 1. My question: do we continue the testing? As it is, she can manage a 4 mile easy run, if it isn't too hot. This is not why I got her; I wanted a companion for my long runs. I can be content with a 4 mile dog. But what if there is something wrong, which if found, can be corrected? More importantly, what if there is something which if not found and corrected, will kill her?
Poor little Scout. Cheryl says she is an alien dog, sent here to love and be loved. Someday the mother ship will call her back and learn much from her regarding love, life, happiness, and mountains.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Don't explain and don't complain
Big Horn did not go as planned. Sigh. Big sigh.
Started out ok, then faltered, then got sick, then quit. At 33.5 miles!!!! What? Are you serious? OK, not whining. A friend of mine, from back in Ohio, had a motto: Don't explain and don't complain. You take what you got and you don't make excuses.
Started out ok, then faltered, then got sick, then quit. At 33.5 miles!!!! What? Are you serious? OK, not whining. A friend of mine, from back in Ohio, had a motto: Don't explain and don't complain. You take what you got and you don't make excuses.
We had a good time meeting up with friends, looking at the wild flowers, and being back in Wyoming.
Now what? I'm all trained up for a 100 miler. I only ran 33.5 miles. My drop bags are still packed. Wait til next year? Give up? Find an alternate race?
I have been looking for another 100 for the month of July. Are you serious???? I keep going back to the Grand Mesa Ultras link: 60K, 50 miles or 100 miles. I have read some reports from previous years. Sounds like a) it gets hot, b) the trail is hard to follow, c) there is one crazy steep up and down, and d) there aren't many people running it. Oh yeah, mosquitoes! On the plus side, there are many places where crew can meet you and it is an interesting area.
Or, maybe I should concentrate on the races I am already signed up for.
Why do I do this?
Now what? I'm all trained up for a 100 miler. I only ran 33.5 miles. My drop bags are still packed. Wait til next year? Give up? Find an alternate race?
I have been looking for another 100 for the month of July. Are you serious???? I keep going back to the Grand Mesa Ultras link: 60K, 50 miles or 100 miles. I have read some reports from previous years. Sounds like a) it gets hot, b) the trail is hard to follow, c) there is one crazy steep up and down, and d) there aren't many people running it. Oh yeah, mosquitoes! On the plus side, there are many places where crew can meet you and it is an interesting area.
Or, maybe I should concentrate on the races I am already signed up for.
Why do I do this?
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Waiting for Big Horn Wild and Scenic 100 miler
After the Jemez 50K, I headed out to see the grand kids. One of their semi-regular activities is a run through the neighborhood to the nearest playground. Some of the kids prefer to bike, but Avery is a runner. It was great fun, running with the kids and Jonas!!
My planning for the trip was based on a) following a hard 50K with some down time, b) getting back to elevation well before the Big Horn race, and c) allowing time for me to catch a cold and recover prior to the race. Not that I'm a pessimist, but I often catch a cold while traveling and especially when I see the kids. However, this time I remained totally healthy. YES!!
Some things, though, cannot be planned for. My father has been on the decline for months. I went to see him in April, afraid that it would be my last visit with him. Last week, I got the news that he was not doing well. Friday, he died. Now Dad was not just an ordinary man; he was an inspiration. He worked, hard, all his life. He loved unconditionally. He was my cheer leader for 60 years. He taught me to love the woods.
I remember when I was preparing for the Leadville 100 back in 2004. It would be my first 100 mile attempt. I told him about it and he was pretty amazed. He told the folks at the Assisted Living facility that I was prepping for a 100 miler and they assumed that he was confused. Surely his daughter was only training for a marathon. When I completed it, he bragged on my accomplishment, "My daughter ran a 100 mile race in Colorado." Again, they figured he was confused. Then a writer for the Laramie Boomerang ran an article on the race and my finish. One of the employees brought the clipping to the Assisted Living and posted it. My Dad's memory was vindicated and his pride was evident.
The funeral will be Tuesday. I will be back to Albuquerque on Wednesday. I will do my best to remember the good times and the lessons he taught me. I wanted to finish this run in time for him to brag once again. I really wanted him to live forever.
My planning for the trip was based on a) following a hard 50K with some down time, b) getting back to elevation well before the Big Horn race, and c) allowing time for me to catch a cold and recover prior to the race. Not that I'm a pessimist, but I often catch a cold while traveling and especially when I see the kids. However, this time I remained totally healthy. YES!!
Some things, though, cannot be planned for. My father has been on the decline for months. I went to see him in April, afraid that it would be my last visit with him. Last week, I got the news that he was not doing well. Friday, he died. Now Dad was not just an ordinary man; he was an inspiration. He worked, hard, all his life. He loved unconditionally. He was my cheer leader for 60 years. He taught me to love the woods.
I remember when I was preparing for the Leadville 100 back in 2004. It would be my first 100 mile attempt. I told him about it and he was pretty amazed. He told the folks at the Assisted Living facility that I was prepping for a 100 miler and they assumed that he was confused. Surely his daughter was only training for a marathon. When I completed it, he bragged on my accomplishment, "My daughter ran a 100 mile race in Colorado." Again, they figured he was confused. Then a writer for the Laramie Boomerang ran an article on the race and my finish. One of the employees brought the clipping to the Assisted Living and posted it. My Dad's memory was vindicated and his pride was evident.
The funeral will be Tuesday. I will be back to Albuquerque on Wednesday. I will do my best to remember the good times and the lessons he taught me. I wanted to finish this run in time for him to brag once again. I really wanted him to live forever.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Last long run before.....Big Horn
Jemez Mountain Trail Run 50K was set up as my last long run of training for the Big Horn 100. I debated about going for the 50 mile vs 50K. Last year I started the 50 miler and dropped at mile 36. I was so hot I thought I was gonna die. I couldn't face that long trip around the caldera. Hot and dusty is not for me. I chose the 50K. Thank heavens.
It was a totally different experience this year. We tried camping (RV) in the mountains. Went up on Thursday and things were good. And then it rained. And hailed. And rained Thursday night. Friday morning? The RV battery was dead. We debated about buying a new battery or heading home. Since it was cold and raining, with rain predicted for Friday and Saturday, we headed home.
Saturday morning race start was 6 AM. I left the house at 3 AM and drank a thermos of coffee and ate an egg salad sandwich on the drive up. It rained on the way. At the start, it was dry but I had seen the forecast. I didn't bother with sun screen or sun glasses. I did take a rain poncho and a long sleeve shirt.
Everything was going well. I power-hiked the major climbs. My feet were fine. My GI system was fine. It was warm and sunny (sun screen?????). About mile 20, some mostly naked man went streaking by. That was Tony! He was running the 50 mile race and was way ahead of everyone else.
About mile 25 or so, it started to drizzle. There was the occasional sound of thunder. The wind picked up. The temperature dropped. And it began to rain in earnest. I made it to the end wet but feeling good. Others were not so lucky. Seems there was a blizzard going on at the higher altitudes. They stopped the race and worked on getting runners off the mountain and warmed up.
As a training run, it was a success. I did not feel bad, my feet were good, really couldn't complain. I had plenty left in the tank. However, the thought of running the course two more times was completely unfathomable. Seriously. How will I complete Big Horn? I am muy loco!!
It was a totally different experience this year. We tried camping (RV) in the mountains. Went up on Thursday and things were good. And then it rained. And hailed. And rained Thursday night. Friday morning? The RV battery was dead. We debated about buying a new battery or heading home. Since it was cold and raining, with rain predicted for Friday and Saturday, we headed home.
Saturday morning race start was 6 AM. I left the house at 3 AM and drank a thermos of coffee and ate an egg salad sandwich on the drive up. It rained on the way. At the start, it was dry but I had seen the forecast. I didn't bother with sun screen or sun glasses. I did take a rain poncho and a long sleeve shirt.
Everything was going well. I power-hiked the major climbs. My feet were fine. My GI system was fine. It was warm and sunny (sun screen?????). About mile 20, some mostly naked man went streaking by. That was Tony! He was running the 50 mile race and was way ahead of everyone else.
About mile 25 or so, it started to drizzle. There was the occasional sound of thunder. The wind picked up. The temperature dropped. And it began to rain in earnest. I made it to the end wet but feeling good. Others were not so lucky. Seems there was a blizzard going on at the higher altitudes. They stopped the race and worked on getting runners off the mountain and warmed up.
As a training run, it was a success. I did not feel bad, my feet were good, really couldn't complain. I had plenty left in the tank. However, the thought of running the course two more times was completely unfathomable. Seriously. How will I complete Big Horn? I am muy loco!!
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Training or Having Fun?
Training for a 100 miler can be fun but after a while, it becomes work. WORK! I am tired of work!
The whole idea of training for a 100 miler (or any race!) is stress and recover. You need to stress the body but then you need to recover. I have been stressing my body for weeks. Doing 50 miles a week, running back-to-back 20 milers, racing with a cold, keeping the pressure on. Every day...do I run? How far? How hard? Where? I am losing the fun.
But, I am getting close to the end of training. This week will be easy and then next Saturday is a 50K. Then I get to recover. I want to recover. I want to have fun with running, want to be impulsive, not tied to a training schedule.
But, the doubt is sneaking in. THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I CAN RUN A 100 MILER. Why not? Because I don't have the motivation. Why did I sign up for this ridiculous race? Why do people run 100 milers? Why in the world did I think this was a good idea? Think about it: I will hurt all over. I will be chafed all over. I will be exhausted. Hungry. Thirsty. Exhausted. Totally and completely exhausted. Why would I put myself through that? I don't even like getting up early. Why would I skip a whole night's sleep?
Because, no woman 60 years or over has completed this race. I will have the record. I will be the first. Good heavens, does my ego rule my world? Evidently it does.
This is not the time to make decisions about going or dropping out. This is the time to start recovering.
The whole idea of training for a 100 miler (or any race!) is stress and recover. You need to stress the body but then you need to recover. I have been stressing my body for weeks. Doing 50 miles a week, running back-to-back 20 milers, racing with a cold, keeping the pressure on. Every day...do I run? How far? How hard? Where? I am losing the fun.
But, I am getting close to the end of training. This week will be easy and then next Saturday is a 50K. Then I get to recover. I want to recover. I want to have fun with running, want to be impulsive, not tied to a training schedule.
But, the doubt is sneaking in. THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I CAN RUN A 100 MILER. Why not? Because I don't have the motivation. Why did I sign up for this ridiculous race? Why do people run 100 milers? Why in the world did I think this was a good idea? Think about it: I will hurt all over. I will be chafed all over. I will be exhausted. Hungry. Thirsty. Exhausted. Totally and completely exhausted. Why would I put myself through that? I don't even like getting up early. Why would I skip a whole night's sleep?
Because, no woman 60 years or over has completed this race. I will have the record. I will be the first. Good heavens, does my ego rule my world? Evidently it does.
This is not the time to make decisions about going or dropping out. This is the time to start recovering.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Run ya little piss ant!!
Life just keeps trudging along. My father is nearing the end of his life. He has worked hard. All his life. He has earned some down time. He sleeps most of the day now. What an inspiration he is. I love that man!!!
I suppose that both he and my mother instilled in us our sense of drive. Mom was more concerned with accomplishment; Dad was more concerned with work. What a combination.
Last week I was settling in for a short taper in preparation for Cedro Peak 45 mile run. On Wednesday,
it was apparent that I was coming down with a cold. I slept most of Thursday and blew my nose most of Friday. Got up at 0'dark 30 and drove to the start. A buddy said, "Starting a 45 mile race with a cold is like running the second half of a 100 miler. You just do it." So I did.
I suppose that both he and my mother instilled in us our sense of drive. Mom was more concerned with accomplishment; Dad was more concerned with work. What a combination.
Last week I was settling in for a short taper in preparation for Cedro Peak 45 mile run. On Wednesday,
it was apparent that I was coming down with a cold. I slept most of Thursday and blew my nose most of Friday. Got up at 0'dark 30 and drove to the start. A buddy said, "Starting a 45 mile race with a cold is like running the second half of a 100 miler. You just do it." So I did.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Being selfish
I think most of us will admit that ultra-running is a selfish endeavor. We do it because we want to. Sure, we might run a race "in honor of..." or "in memory of..." but we are still doing it because we want to.
When I first moved to Albuquerque I didn't know anyone and I didn't know the trails. I ran a few times with folks from a meetup group (ABQ Girlfriends on the Run), but they mainly ran roads and I only run trails. After a few months, I decided ABQ needed a trail running group so I started the Sandia Trail Runners meetup. We now have 137 members. Admittedly, there are many who have never attended a run and there are several who have run once and never returned. But there are a bunch of people on the list.
I started the group for totally selfish reasons. The funny thing is, when I run with the group, I can't be selfish. I always stick with the slowest runner. I never leave someone on the trails alone. This means that I sacrifice (you like that word? Sounds like I am a martyr.) my own training. I end up going much slower than I would like. I end up not running with those who run my pace. I generally enjoy the slower runners more than the faster runners, but still....
My question is, would I do this if I were a man? Would I stick with the slowest runners or would I be out there pushing myself to stay up with the leaders, or at least the faster folks?
I am planning a Double Crossing of the Sandias the first weekend in May. While I would love company, I fear that I would end up baby sitting someone. I would rather go on my own. Bummer!!!
When I first moved to Albuquerque I didn't know anyone and I didn't know the trails. I ran a few times with folks from a meetup group (ABQ Girlfriends on the Run), but they mainly ran roads and I only run trails. After a few months, I decided ABQ needed a trail running group so I started the Sandia Trail Runners meetup. We now have 137 members. Admittedly, there are many who have never attended a run and there are several who have run once and never returned. But there are a bunch of people on the list.
I started the group for totally selfish reasons. The funny thing is, when I run with the group, I can't be selfish. I always stick with the slowest runner. I never leave someone on the trails alone. This means that I sacrifice (you like that word? Sounds like I am a martyr.) my own training. I end up going much slower than I would like. I end up not running with those who run my pace. I generally enjoy the slower runners more than the faster runners, but still....
My question is, would I do this if I were a man? Would I stick with the slowest runners or would I be out there pushing myself to stay up with the leaders, or at least the faster folks?
I am planning a Double Crossing of the Sandias the first weekend in May. While I would love company, I fear that I would end up baby sitting someone. I would rather go on my own. Bummer!!!
Friday, March 7, 2014
My own private diary
Daylight savings time starts this weekend. The trees are leafing out. Spring has arrived. Yeah, yeah, there will be cold weather but it won't last. We are in full training mode. When I go to the trails, I see people who are training, not just walkers. Folks are running hard, looking good, preparing for another season. I love it.
Next week is the Run through time Marathon in Salida. Snow? Maybe. That'll be fine with me.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Filling up the Dance Card
There is a lot of talk among the running groups about what races people are signing up for.
My first run will be in Salida, CO: the Run through Time Marathon. I have done this one several times, but only once on the new course. I LIKE the new course. The challenge for this one is the weather. There may be deep snow, it may be COLDER than crap. It may be totally awesome. This one is March 15th. http://www.salidarec.com/ccrc/Run-Through-Time-Marathon-2014.htm
But before that, I will be doing the Mt. Taylor Quadrathalon. A short little bike ride followed by a short run, a shorter cross country ski and then a really short snowshoe. You top out at 11,300 feet. Oh, then you turn around and go back to the start. The downhill ski is the part that has me scared.
Then I'll do the Cedro Peak 45 miler, the Bighorn 100 and who knows what after that.
The crazy thing is I just turned 60. Are you kidding me? Sixty years old? Ancient. I feel ancient. I am working so hard to act enthused about this. I am acting like it is a great opportunity to place in races. But I am really freaked out. Really. Freaked out.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Even older
This Dusty Ole Gramma is getting even older. Yep, another birthday. Entering a new age group. Time to pick some races and take home some medals, right?
It is winter and this is the time of year when picking a race schedule is so much fun. You think you can do anything....when it is the off season. How about a couple of hundred milers? Sure, I can do that. Multi-day events? No problem. Multi-sport events? You betcha!
I finally made a decision: Big Horn 100 http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/. I've done the 50K twice. I've done the 50M twice. Time to step it up. My plan had been to run Leadville this year. They seem to have really screwed up though by letting too many people in the race. And Leadville is a huge production with numerous crew stops, no place to stay, etc.
Big Horn is smaller and simpler. And harder? Maybe. It seems that people are more independent. Sure, you can have pacers. You can have crew meet you a couple places along the course. But overall, 100 milers seem to just go out and do it.
Let the training begin!!!!
It is winter and this is the time of year when picking a race schedule is so much fun. You think you can do anything....when it is the off season. How about a couple of hundred milers? Sure, I can do that. Multi-day events? No problem. Multi-sport events? You betcha!
I finally made a decision: Big Horn 100 http://www.bighorntrailrun.com/. I've done the 50K twice. I've done the 50M twice. Time to step it up. My plan had been to run Leadville this year. They seem to have really screwed up though by letting too many people in the race. And Leadville is a huge production with numerous crew stops, no place to stay, etc.
Big Horn is smaller and simpler. And harder? Maybe. It seems that people are more independent. Sure, you can have pacers. You can have crew meet you a couple places along the course. But overall, 100 milers seem to just go out and do it.
Let the training begin!!!!
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