The past few days we've received over 12" of snow. It's been a long time since we've seen that much snow in one snowfall. I don't think the boys have even seen such a large snowfall in one period. When I was their age, growing up in Northern Minnesota, we had snowfalls like this all of the time.
Between Steve plowing the driveway, sidewalk, shoveling the roof and ice fishing; the boys sliding, skiing, snowboarding and snowmobiling; and me snowshoe running, skiing and shoveling it seems that we have a constant pile of wet winter clothing and boots out in the mud room. My dryer is constantly running while drying mittens, gloves and hats. I have to say though: we love it!
This morning Topaz and I headed out for a shorter 8 mile snowshoe run. The snow is so deep that I am doing more breaking trail via hiking than running I am afraid. My heart rate was through the roof and my legs were becoming tired from high stepping the snow. It felt like going through the root section (Sonju) during the Superior Sawtooth 100 mile run! Ah, not quite!
After breaking trail to the lake we turned around and headed the 4 miles back to the car. Again, covered with snow. After a quick removal of snow and ice we headed home. I stripped off my wet clothing and put on dry shorts, bra, socks and shoes so I could hop on my treadmill and actually run for 5 miles! Topaz laid at the treadmill and watched.
The Northwoods Snowshoe Marathon is in a few weeks. I haven't decided if I'm going to run it yet again. I think I've run it the past 8 years. Hard to believe that 2 of those years we ran it in trail shoes..there was no snow in Duluth! This weekend, Duluth received 26" of snow. Wow. I am going to run the Winter Carnival 1/2 Marathon and I'd imagine I'll be at Northwoods too. It's the final year for the race and I'll probably find myself there.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Merry Christmas Eve ! (EVE)
Don't you just love it? The HOLIDAYS! I do, I do.
I love the excitement in little one's faces as I speak with them about Santa, Rudolph and presents while I'm waiting in line at the grocery store.
I love to decorate the house, bake my heart out..cookies, fudge, Waldorf Astoria Red Velvet Cake (which I just removed from the oven), lefse and a huge standing ribeye roast for dinner tomorrow. That roast cost me more than a week of groceries!
I love the excitement of the students at work. The excitement of Christmas, of Christmas Break.
I love to watch Tyler and Troy pick through the cookie platter, arrange and rearrange the presents under the tree, talk out the Christmas festivities..they love it as much as I.
It's a wonderful time.
I hope you are all enjoying the Holidays as much as I am.
I guess I took some time off here. Now going on seven years blogging and I had never taken over a week break. I guess it was time. I've been busy. Working full time at school and part time at Macy's, coaching beginning runners and my online clients, getting in my own running and lifting..and getting ready for the Holiday's.
In the past month Tyler turned 18! 18! I can't even believe it. Next week I'll turn 45! Wow. Many of my friends are turning 50+ and they are showing me that it is looking damn good :) Remember how awful I felt about turning 40? Thank goodness that business is in the past. I look forward to each year now.
I'm still enjoying the miles on the trail, on the road, wherever I can get them in. I've been snowshoe running lately. From tonight to Friday we are supposed to have 14-20 " of snow. I hope so!
Last week I went downhill skiing for the first time. It was a total blast. The boys were amazed that I didn't suck. I suck at snowboarding so they were expecting the same rate of suckage.
Thank you for all of the emails asking how I was doing and checking in, all of the Holiday wishes. I appreciate it!
Happy Holidays to all of you!
I love the excitement in little one's faces as I speak with them about Santa, Rudolph and presents while I'm waiting in line at the grocery store.
I love to decorate the house, bake my heart out..cookies, fudge, Waldorf Astoria Red Velvet Cake (which I just removed from the oven), lefse and a huge standing ribeye roast for dinner tomorrow. That roast cost me more than a week of groceries!
I love the excitement of the students at work. The excitement of Christmas, of Christmas Break.
I love to watch Tyler and Troy pick through the cookie platter, arrange and rearrange the presents under the tree, talk out the Christmas festivities..they love it as much as I.
It's a wonderful time.
I hope you are all enjoying the Holidays as much as I am.
I guess I took some time off here. Now going on seven years blogging and I had never taken over a week break. I guess it was time. I've been busy. Working full time at school and part time at Macy's, coaching beginning runners and my online clients, getting in my own running and lifting..and getting ready for the Holiday's.
In the past month Tyler turned 18! 18! I can't even believe it. Next week I'll turn 45! Wow. Many of my friends are turning 50+ and they are showing me that it is looking damn good :) Remember how awful I felt about turning 40? Thank goodness that business is in the past. I look forward to each year now.
I'm still enjoying the miles on the trail, on the road, wherever I can get them in. I've been snowshoe running lately. From tonight to Friday we are supposed to have 14-20 " of snow. I hope so!
Last week I went downhill skiing for the first time. It was a total blast. The boys were amazed that I didn't suck. I suck at snowboarding so they were expecting the same rate of suckage.
Thank you for all of the emails asking how I was doing and checking in, all of the Holiday wishes. I appreciate it!
Happy Holidays to all of you!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
2009 Season Wrapped Up
With the 2009 race season wrapped up for me I am currently not training for anything and my next race isn't until January.
Daily runs, lifting, working, enjoying my boys, enjoying life. When I'm not racing I don't have a lot to share!
Have a fantastic Holiday Season, it is already upon us!
Daily runs, lifting, working, enjoying my boys, enjoying life. When I'm not racing I don't have a lot to share!
Have a fantastic Holiday Season, it is already upon us!
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Javelina Jundred 100 Mile Trail Run Report
After running Javelina Jundred last year I immediately knew that I would be running it again. I hoped that I would be able to run it again in 2009. I enjoyed the race so much I really wanted to go back.
I’m so glad I was able to take part in Javelina Jundred 2009! Sometimes when high expectations are placed on an event there can be a let down, but JJ did not disappoint. The whole event was fabulous fun in the sun.
I flew into Phoenix on Friday, visiting the packet pick up at race headquarters, called Javelina Junction. By coincidence I seated myself next to Mary Croft and Wally Goettel of Minnesota. I knew they were going to be at the race but really wasn’t sure if I would recognize them. As I introduced myself to the runners on my left they overheard me on my right and introduced themselves. Small world!
The race start temperature was a balmy 49F. I wore a tank top and skirt with the Moeben sleeves I received from last year’s JJ. They were perfect! As the sunrise took place and I warmed up I was able to roll them down to my wrists. During the night I rolled them back up. What a great idea for Shannon to come up with.
I read the notes I had made from last year’s race, telling me not to bother with a flashlight at the start. I’m glad I took notes! About 5 minutes past the start the sky began to lighten up. It was going to be a beautiful day. I could feel it.
There were many runners dressed in Halloween costumes; Bumble Bees, Butterflies, Batwoman, Militia, Goddesses, Gods, it was pretty cool. I can’t imagine wearing those extra items for 30 hours. My own clothing becomes cumbersome during 100s! There was a girl who took pictures all along the course, throughout the whole race at the runners coming toward her. I carried my cameral for one loop and couldn’t wait to stash it in my drop bag.
Javelina Jundred is a 15.5 mile loop that is run alternating directions, 6 times with an additional 9 mile loop at the end for a total of 101.8 miles. The start/finish is called Javelina Junction where the huge start/finish/aid/camping/results/drop bags are placed. Coyote and Jackass Junction are the two smaller aid stations placed at 5 mile intervals. The course is a constant climb or downhill. You pretty much run up the mountain for 7 miles, run rolling hills for a mile and run down the mountain for 7 miles. There isn’t any flat trail at all. The trail is made up of sandy soils, some compacted, some loose and beachy with lots of rocks in some sections. There aren’t any roots. There isn’t any shade, it is totally exposed with a backdrop of mountains and cactus. It’s really quite pretty and so different to what I am accustomed to.
I went into the race with a few goals. One, as always, to pull out a finish, and two, to really race it, beat last year’s time of 23:15 or so. I’d try. The first loop went very well. I was feeling good, running well and I didn’t feel too warm. I went out faster than I did last year, but was still running within myself. I didn’t feel like I was overdoing it. I was keeping track of my splits and had a pace chart with me. I was sure to drink a full 24 oz of water between each aid station and while at the aid station I would gulp down another 10 oz of ice cold water. It felt refreshing and wonderful.
Nutrition: In July I began to eat an all vegan diet and by August I was eating mostly raw vegan. For Leanhorse 100 I added vegan items (oatmeal, cooked sweet potato) and had difficulty finding good food. Because I had to leave my cooler of food behind, as there wasn’t room for it in Tom and Nancy’s vehicle, I was dependant upon area supermarkets and restaurants which were not vegan/raw friendly. I wasn’t going to let that happen again. Live and learn, right? This time I made room for my Vitamix and researched markets in Scottsdale. I knew that I could find fresh produce. I bought a cheap cooler/ice packs at a Scottsdale Target so was able to mix and store my smoothies/juices before the race. I had pre-race items, race and post race items. Spinach, dates, bananas, nuts, mango, ginger root, lemon, etc. I was all set nutritionally. I decided not to use gels but rely on my raw foods instead. This would be the first time as for Leanhorse I used gels in addition to bananas and raisins. A bit scary but I wanted to test this out.
The aid stations had watermelon, bananas and oranges which I was able to use at Coyote and Jackass. I had my cooler at Javelina Headquarters, drinking smoothies every lap. They didn’t upset my stomach and gave me plenty of energy. I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t put this nutrition into practice at another 100 mile race; only training runs.
As I came into Lap 1 I was on 21 hour pace; a little fast but I felt fine. Lap 2 and 3 and I was still on pace, feeling fine. My feet didn’t hurt, I wasn’t too warm, there was plenty of ice on course. I was impressed with all that was offered as aid. I saw S Caps, crystallized ginger, ginger chews and capsules, tums, pepcid; all that one might need.
During Lap 3 the moonrise took place. It was so awesome! As the moon began to rise the coyotes began to howl. I just stood still, stunned. I heard them much more loudly this year than last. They were only a few feet away. I saw a pack of 12 and stopped dead in my tracks. I looked back and saw two men way in back of me. I waited for them. As they approached I told them I was a chicken and that I would follow them. We talked a bit and then they just trotted on down the hill and the coyotes scattered. I followed on their heels. The howling took place all night long!
At 45 miles I was starting to feel hungry. I came into JH and ate a ton of watermelon. It was so good; cold and wet. I couldn’t believe I was already at 45 miles. It didn’t seem that I had been running for so long. I was almost half way to the finish! I slurped back a spinach/banana smoothie and headed back out on the trail.
The next loop wasn’t so great. I began to feel tired and my skin was hot and chapped. I cold feel sunburn on my neck and my lips were raw. I began to talk negatively to myself and forgot that I should be celebrating the fact that I was out in beautiful Arizona, running the Javelina Jundred. Funny how things can change so quickly!
As I came into mile 60 I grabbed my iPod, hoping that the diversion would get me out of my funk. I was now on pace for 22 hours. Fine by me! I looked around to see if I could find another runner that I could hook up with but there was nobody going back out. Lots of runners dropped out at 60 miles. There were tons of them dropping. It was depressing. I had to get out of there. I walked over to my drop bag and took my headlamp and another smoothie. Before I knew it I was back out on the trails thinking about mile 75.
My music helped me, before I knew it I was having positive thoughts and ready to run hard again. I began to pass quite a few people and with each person I passed I felt a bit more motivation to go and catch the next one. It was something to engage my mind for a while. As I approached two guys running side by side they laughed at one another and told me that I was kicking their asses. I had to pass them and make sure I beat them to the finish!
I thought I could feel a vibration under my feet, upon the ground. I turned off my iPod and heard and felt this thundering noise. I just stood there, wondering what in the world was coming toward me. Pretty soon a group of 15 horses came into view! I had seen droppings from them all day long but had never had a view of them until now. They were on the trail, blocking my path. Again, I just stood there, waiting for someone else to scare them off the trail or waiting for them to leave. I wasn’t sure what to do so I began to talk with them, hoping they would soon leave. I looked back and nobody was in sight. I began to walk slowly toward them, talking to them in a sing-song voice like I do to Topaz. The just stood there looking at me, twitching their ears back and forth. I could tell they weren’t going to charge me or anything. I made sure that my light wasn’t in their eyes and slowly walked through the herd. They just twitched their ears back and forth and didn’t even pay any attention to me. I was being foolish for feeling fear.
For some reason the landscape made me feel very spiritual. I think it was the landscape that made me feel this way. I don’t know if it was the vegetation that was minimal, the mountains, the sun, the cactus, the full bright moon in the sky; or if it was the silence of the course, rarely was I running with anyone, I guess I don’t know what it was for sure, or what it was for sure. But many times I felt in awe of my surroundings and so thankful that I was able to be there, thanking whoever it was for creating such a lovely place and putting me there to enjoy it. I felt peaceful and full of joy. It was a wonderful feeling.
Mile 75 and I was tired, like sleepy tired. I normally consume Hammergel Espresso gels during 100s, and one every 30 minutes for the first 12 hours, but since I was running this one raw I was relying on whole foods only. My eyelids had become heavy and I felt like I could take a nap! There wasn’t any place to lay upon the trail as the cactus grew right to the trail-I would have to lay in pickers. No thanks. At mile 75 I decided I had to lay down for a bit. I knew that I would no longer be on pace for a PR but didn’t want to fall asleep on the trail either or while I was running. I filled up my bottle, grabbed a smoothie, a change of clothes and headed for my car. My lovely red down blanket was in my car. I set the timer on my iPhone and covered myself up. I fell asleep instantly. Before I knew it my timer was sounding and it was time to get a move on.
I wasn’t stiff at all from my rest, I felt refreshed and ready to move on out and finish up the last long lap. Oh thank god, I was ready to be done! I felt like I had new life in my legs as I ran my last long loop. I again was able to pass many people on the trail but I noticed that there were even less runners than during my last lap. So many runners go out too fast early, then burn up in the heat and have to drop. I’m just amazed at the drop rate. There was only a 40% finishing rate. Crazy.
As I came into mile 90 I was so excited. Oh, Jamil, place that necklace around my neck and let me get this party started! Jamil clasped the glow in the dark necklace upon me signifying I was on the last loop, the short loop, only 9 miles left! Amen.
I ran out of JH, passing a runner upon the trail. He began to talk in a quiet voice “Your running strong, I’m not. Your going to beat me. Oh man. Yup, your going to beat me” I just smiled and said I’d see him at the finish. I didn’t really see anyone else going out on this last loop, I saw many that were coming in to get their necklace.
As I was climbing up to Coyote I came upon Stephanie from AZ. I had seen her upon the course earlier and learned that she read my race report from last year and that this was her first 100. She asked how was it that I was passing her? I told her I had wheels upon my shoes! It was all that I could think of for a response. Congratulations, Stephanie on your first 100 mile finish! Way to go!!
I arrived Coyote for the final time, filling up my bottle with water and then headed down Tonto Tank trail for the finish. Tonto is an all downhill, sandy trail that I was able to bomb down last year. My sides were now killing me and I was lucky I could jog down the trail. Down down down I ran, the sun rising in the sky. I had hoped to finish before the sun rise but alas, I didn’t make it. I was fine with this. I ran hard, raced well and gave it what I could on this day.
My finish time was 24:38; 3rd in my age group, 7th girl of 41. What a blast! Thank you to all of the volunteers and of course Jamil, for making this race a fantastic one.
I don’t have any pain, stiffness or swelling. I was able to take Topaz for a little run this morning; I can’t believe how minimal recovery has become. I think this is due in large part to the nutrition I am currently eating. My body loves live plants!
Congratulations to all of the runners at Javelina Jundred. I feel honored to have shared the race with you!
I’m so glad I was able to take part in Javelina Jundred 2009! Sometimes when high expectations are placed on an event there can be a let down, but JJ did not disappoint. The whole event was fabulous fun in the sun.
I flew into Phoenix on Friday, visiting the packet pick up at race headquarters, called Javelina Junction. By coincidence I seated myself next to Mary Croft and Wally Goettel of Minnesota. I knew they were going to be at the race but really wasn’t sure if I would recognize them. As I introduced myself to the runners on my left they overheard me on my right and introduced themselves. Small world!
The race start temperature was a balmy 49F. I wore a tank top and skirt with the Moeben sleeves I received from last year’s JJ. They were perfect! As the sunrise took place and I warmed up I was able to roll them down to my wrists. During the night I rolled them back up. What a great idea for Shannon to come up with.
I read the notes I had made from last year’s race, telling me not to bother with a flashlight at the start. I’m glad I took notes! About 5 minutes past the start the sky began to lighten up. It was going to be a beautiful day. I could feel it.
There were many runners dressed in Halloween costumes; Bumble Bees, Butterflies, Batwoman, Militia, Goddesses, Gods, it was pretty cool. I can’t imagine wearing those extra items for 30 hours. My own clothing becomes cumbersome during 100s! There was a girl who took pictures all along the course, throughout the whole race at the runners coming toward her. I carried my cameral for one loop and couldn’t wait to stash it in my drop bag.
Javelina Jundred is a 15.5 mile loop that is run alternating directions, 6 times with an additional 9 mile loop at the end for a total of 101.8 miles. The start/finish is called Javelina Junction where the huge start/finish/aid/camping/results/drop bags are placed. Coyote and Jackass Junction are the two smaller aid stations placed at 5 mile intervals. The course is a constant climb or downhill. You pretty much run up the mountain for 7 miles, run rolling hills for a mile and run down the mountain for 7 miles. There isn’t any flat trail at all. The trail is made up of sandy soils, some compacted, some loose and beachy with lots of rocks in some sections. There aren’t any roots. There isn’t any shade, it is totally exposed with a backdrop of mountains and cactus. It’s really quite pretty and so different to what I am accustomed to.
I went into the race with a few goals. One, as always, to pull out a finish, and two, to really race it, beat last year’s time of 23:15 or so. I’d try. The first loop went very well. I was feeling good, running well and I didn’t feel too warm. I went out faster than I did last year, but was still running within myself. I didn’t feel like I was overdoing it. I was keeping track of my splits and had a pace chart with me. I was sure to drink a full 24 oz of water between each aid station and while at the aid station I would gulp down another 10 oz of ice cold water. It felt refreshing and wonderful.
Nutrition: In July I began to eat an all vegan diet and by August I was eating mostly raw vegan. For Leanhorse 100 I added vegan items (oatmeal, cooked sweet potato) and had difficulty finding good food. Because I had to leave my cooler of food behind, as there wasn’t room for it in Tom and Nancy’s vehicle, I was dependant upon area supermarkets and restaurants which were not vegan/raw friendly. I wasn’t going to let that happen again. Live and learn, right? This time I made room for my Vitamix and researched markets in Scottsdale. I knew that I could find fresh produce. I bought a cheap cooler/ice packs at a Scottsdale Target so was able to mix and store my smoothies/juices before the race. I had pre-race items, race and post race items. Spinach, dates, bananas, nuts, mango, ginger root, lemon, etc. I was all set nutritionally. I decided not to use gels but rely on my raw foods instead. This would be the first time as for Leanhorse I used gels in addition to bananas and raisins. A bit scary but I wanted to test this out.
The aid stations had watermelon, bananas and oranges which I was able to use at Coyote and Jackass. I had my cooler at Javelina Headquarters, drinking smoothies every lap. They didn’t upset my stomach and gave me plenty of energy. I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t put this nutrition into practice at another 100 mile race; only training runs.
As I came into Lap 1 I was on 21 hour pace; a little fast but I felt fine. Lap 2 and 3 and I was still on pace, feeling fine. My feet didn’t hurt, I wasn’t too warm, there was plenty of ice on course. I was impressed with all that was offered as aid. I saw S Caps, crystallized ginger, ginger chews and capsules, tums, pepcid; all that one might need.
During Lap 3 the moonrise took place. It was so awesome! As the moon began to rise the coyotes began to howl. I just stood still, stunned. I heard them much more loudly this year than last. They were only a few feet away. I saw a pack of 12 and stopped dead in my tracks. I looked back and saw two men way in back of me. I waited for them. As they approached I told them I was a chicken and that I would follow them. We talked a bit and then they just trotted on down the hill and the coyotes scattered. I followed on their heels. The howling took place all night long!
At 45 miles I was starting to feel hungry. I came into JH and ate a ton of watermelon. It was so good; cold and wet. I couldn’t believe I was already at 45 miles. It didn’t seem that I had been running for so long. I was almost half way to the finish! I slurped back a spinach/banana smoothie and headed back out on the trail.
The next loop wasn’t so great. I began to feel tired and my skin was hot and chapped. I cold feel sunburn on my neck and my lips were raw. I began to talk negatively to myself and forgot that I should be celebrating the fact that I was out in beautiful Arizona, running the Javelina Jundred. Funny how things can change so quickly!
As I came into mile 60 I grabbed my iPod, hoping that the diversion would get me out of my funk. I was now on pace for 22 hours. Fine by me! I looked around to see if I could find another runner that I could hook up with but there was nobody going back out. Lots of runners dropped out at 60 miles. There were tons of them dropping. It was depressing. I had to get out of there. I walked over to my drop bag and took my headlamp and another smoothie. Before I knew it I was back out on the trails thinking about mile 75.
My music helped me, before I knew it I was having positive thoughts and ready to run hard again. I began to pass quite a few people and with each person I passed I felt a bit more motivation to go and catch the next one. It was something to engage my mind for a while. As I approached two guys running side by side they laughed at one another and told me that I was kicking their asses. I had to pass them and make sure I beat them to the finish!
I thought I could feel a vibration under my feet, upon the ground. I turned off my iPod and heard and felt this thundering noise. I just stood there, wondering what in the world was coming toward me. Pretty soon a group of 15 horses came into view! I had seen droppings from them all day long but had never had a view of them until now. They were on the trail, blocking my path. Again, I just stood there, waiting for someone else to scare them off the trail or waiting for them to leave. I wasn’t sure what to do so I began to talk with them, hoping they would soon leave. I looked back and nobody was in sight. I began to walk slowly toward them, talking to them in a sing-song voice like I do to Topaz. The just stood there looking at me, twitching their ears back and forth. I could tell they weren’t going to charge me or anything. I made sure that my light wasn’t in their eyes and slowly walked through the herd. They just twitched their ears back and forth and didn’t even pay any attention to me. I was being foolish for feeling fear.
For some reason the landscape made me feel very spiritual. I think it was the landscape that made me feel this way. I don’t know if it was the vegetation that was minimal, the mountains, the sun, the cactus, the full bright moon in the sky; or if it was the silence of the course, rarely was I running with anyone, I guess I don’t know what it was for sure, or what it was for sure. But many times I felt in awe of my surroundings and so thankful that I was able to be there, thanking whoever it was for creating such a lovely place and putting me there to enjoy it. I felt peaceful and full of joy. It was a wonderful feeling.
Mile 75 and I was tired, like sleepy tired. I normally consume Hammergel Espresso gels during 100s, and one every 30 minutes for the first 12 hours, but since I was running this one raw I was relying on whole foods only. My eyelids had become heavy and I felt like I could take a nap! There wasn’t any place to lay upon the trail as the cactus grew right to the trail-I would have to lay in pickers. No thanks. At mile 75 I decided I had to lay down for a bit. I knew that I would no longer be on pace for a PR but didn’t want to fall asleep on the trail either or while I was running. I filled up my bottle, grabbed a smoothie, a change of clothes and headed for my car. My lovely red down blanket was in my car. I set the timer on my iPhone and covered myself up. I fell asleep instantly. Before I knew it my timer was sounding and it was time to get a move on.
I wasn’t stiff at all from my rest, I felt refreshed and ready to move on out and finish up the last long lap. Oh thank god, I was ready to be done! I felt like I had new life in my legs as I ran my last long loop. I again was able to pass many people on the trail but I noticed that there were even less runners than during my last lap. So many runners go out too fast early, then burn up in the heat and have to drop. I’m just amazed at the drop rate. There was only a 40% finishing rate. Crazy.
As I came into mile 90 I was so excited. Oh, Jamil, place that necklace around my neck and let me get this party started! Jamil clasped the glow in the dark necklace upon me signifying I was on the last loop, the short loop, only 9 miles left! Amen.
I ran out of JH, passing a runner upon the trail. He began to talk in a quiet voice “Your running strong, I’m not. Your going to beat me. Oh man. Yup, your going to beat me” I just smiled and said I’d see him at the finish. I didn’t really see anyone else going out on this last loop, I saw many that were coming in to get their necklace.
As I was climbing up to Coyote I came upon Stephanie from AZ. I had seen her upon the course earlier and learned that she read my race report from last year and that this was her first 100. She asked how was it that I was passing her? I told her I had wheels upon my shoes! It was all that I could think of for a response. Congratulations, Stephanie on your first 100 mile finish! Way to go!!
I arrived Coyote for the final time, filling up my bottle with water and then headed down Tonto Tank trail for the finish. Tonto is an all downhill, sandy trail that I was able to bomb down last year. My sides were now killing me and I was lucky I could jog down the trail. Down down down I ran, the sun rising in the sky. I had hoped to finish before the sun rise but alas, I didn’t make it. I was fine with this. I ran hard, raced well and gave it what I could on this day.
My finish time was 24:38; 3rd in my age group, 7th girl of 41. What a blast! Thank you to all of the volunteers and of course Jamil, for making this race a fantastic one.
I don’t have any pain, stiffness or swelling. I was able to take Topaz for a little run this morning; I can’t believe how minimal recovery has become. I think this is due in large part to the nutrition I am currently eating. My body loves live plants!
Congratulations to all of the runners at Javelina Jundred. I feel honored to have shared the race with you!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wild Duluth 50K
Andy and Kim Holak have jumped into the Race Directing business with a fabulous race. If you don't know Andy and Kim I'll make a brief introduction. Andy and Kim live in Duluth and are very experienced, very talented ultra runners. They both nearly always win their races including the Superior races, Ice Age races as well as winning in other portions of the US. Kim has finished Hardrock twice.
The first time I ran Voyager and was past the cut off I was embarrassed as I met Andy for the first time, upon the trail. He was first coming back and I was last going out. He cheered for me and I turned red. After the race I told him how embarrassed I felt still being out upon the course and there he was, heading home for the finish. He set me straight. He was super supportive and told me that the ultra marathon sets an equal playing field. It doesn't matter where we place, we are all out there running and that he looks at the back of the pack runners with amazement. We are out there for nearly double the hours and don't stop. We persevere to the finish. He told me he was proud of me. I couldn't believe it at the time. I do now.
The race began at Chambers Park in Duluth. I haven't run this portion of the Superior Hiking Trail in the past. This is a section that was finished recently..in the last year or two. I had run from the third aid station on, so I was very excited to see this new portion of the trail.
I went into the race as I did Twin Cities Marathon a few weeks ago: tired and using it as a training run. This would again cap off a 100 mile week in preparation for Javelina. I was able to recover from TCM easy enough. I only hoped the outcome would be the same here. I ran a 50K at Afton on Friday with Topaz and here I was again, going to try back to back 50Ks. Topaz and I took it very easy Friday, taking 8 hours to get in the complete course. I didn't feel sore..just tired.
Apparently the thought of a training run caused me to go into the race unprepared. As I couldn't find Bay Front Park in the dark I ended up at a Starbucks on Superior St. looking for directions. A customer gave me great directions, I was at the Park but couldn't find access to the bus that I could see parked ahead. Crazy. I looped around over and over and eventually jumped a curb and made it to the lot with a minute to spare. As I was juggling through my bag, applying lube, looking for gloves, grabbing gels..I could have used 6 hands, Joann arrived at my window. I tried to talk and get ready at the same time and it wasn't working. Where's my bottle? How can I be so unprepared? Um, because you had the training run syndrome pounding through your head. Oh. Yeah.
Eventually I found one of my four gloves, a hat and some gels and such. I followed Jo to her van to see her pups. She has an old pup that isn't doing so well and a brand new puppy that was with her as well as her hubby. We ran to the bus and Andy asked if I had collected my bag. No. We ran back to Andy's car, collected my bag and number, Andy placed my bag into my car and back to the bus. Whew! Thanks Andy. All set. It was really nice to have a bus to take us to the start so that our vehicles would be at the finish. Ah, the little niceties.
On the bus I saw near Jo and Rick. Rick gave us a tour of the city on the way to the start. He pointed out the pedestrian bridge going over 35 and said we would run upon it into the finish. Cool. He pointed out West Duluth, where he grew up, the aid stations along the way, some of the Voyager course and eventually we were at the start of the race.
Brr. It was 33 degrees, clear. I had on wind pants that are sizes too big, long sleeved top, vest. Fleece hat, one glove..good to hold my bottle with.. I couldn't find any of the other three which I knew I packed and were in the car.., iPod, gels. I didn't have on a watch. I didn't know how far apart the aid stations were, I didn't know how many there were...I guess I was a bit too lacadasial about it all. Training run was all I was thinking.
As we lined up my other hand was cold. I must have mentioned it to Shelly because before we began, Mike came up to me and offered a glove! How sweet. I graciously accepted it, thanks Mike!
As we lined up at the start..me in the way back..Andy gave a course description. He was very descriptive of the course, and before I knew it he was giving a blow by blow of each section. I couldn't remember all of what he was saying. I could hear the love of the trail and the excitement of sharing the race with us in his voice. It was fun to listen to him but I couldn't retain it all.
Andy was going to begin the race by clanking two rocks together but in practice they cracked..or was that a joke..so he said GO!
I saw Wynn blazing ahead of us as we circled the lot before hitting the deer trail. I asked Maria : who is that in the Afton shirt running with Wynn? I couldn't think of who would be running with Wynn that quickly except Andy..who was directing. Well, here it WAS Andy, he was running with Wynn to get him around the lot and direct to the trail.
In a few minutes we were at the deer trail. It went straight up. STRAIGHT. UP. People in front of me were running up this path. I fell in along with them and nearly coughed up a lung. I couldn't breath. The hill went up up up. Maria stated that it looked like an Afton Fat Ass trail. I agreed. But why are we running and more importantly why am I running? Stop this insanity. I had this conversation with myself. Why are you running this hill? Because Maria and everyone else is. Does it matter? Can you breathe? No. I'm gasping and sweating and coughing and I can't breath. STOP IT! Ok. I began to walk. And gasp. And worry about the cold that I still have. Maybe this was too much. Oh my god, it's the first freaking mile. Scary. I walked and sweat and coughed and gagged. I removed myself from the deer trail and walked to catch my breath. Holy crap. Jo and Rick came up behind me. I was trying to catch my breath.
At the top of the hill I rested and took my time going along the ridge which eventually intersected with Mission Creek Trail. I was able to take normal breaths as I was ridiculing myself for running up the damn hill. Peer pressure, how stupid to succumb too.
By the time I was at the first aid station I had removed my (borrowed) gloves, hat and my vest was off of my arms and bunched at my waist. My pants pockets both had broken zippers..yeah, they are the first pair of running pants I ever purchased, so I had all of my gels and stuff in my vest pockets. I felt like a bag lady. I had stuff all over the place. In my haste to leave my car I forgot to unattach my keys to the ring so was carrying the whole damn thing with me! Ring, remote starter, keys, fobs to work and the gym. Nice. It was warming up quickly. I should have worn shorts. I had to take off my top and tie it around my waist adding to the bag lady effect. Enough of my unprepared- ness.
The trail was absolutely gorgeous! As I was running along it reminded me so often of the sections further north that I be surprised when I realized I was in the City of Duluth! The whole 50K was within the Duluth city limits! Totally amazing.
Outcrops of rock near aid station 2 were so much like the section of Bean/Bear Lake further north. We climbed forever and a day, then were rewarded with spectacular views of Duluth and Lake Superior. Just amazing. We seemed to climb for a very long time.
There were awesome sections of pine forest. Soft needles to run upon, the smell of pine profuse in the air. Such a treat. I was so happy. So happy to be running within myself, so happy to be enjoying the sun, the trail, the peace and quiet. This trail run was everything I had hoped it would be: a wonderful day on a fabulous foot path.
I kept thinking about how much I love running in the woods. How I enjoy the smells, the feel of the different terrain under my feet. Climbing the rock, taking in all of the views, running upon the soft needles of pine, enjoying the color of the leaves changing.
I kept realizing the stark differences between Twin Cities Marathon and Wild Duluth 50K! TCM was an assault of the senses. The noise, the people, the City. Wild Duluth was sensuous to the senses: the silence, the woods, the lake, soft footfalls. I enjoy trail running so much more than road running. To think I didn't know trail running existed..
At aid station 2 Helen and Val were manning the station. It was fun to see both gals helping us out. I grabbed a few gels, filled my bottle and was on my way. I asked Shelly how far along we were and she estimated 10 miles. What a great way to spend the first few hours of the race.
The next section was every bit as beautiful and I even recognized a few sections from the Voyager 50 mile race. The highlight was climbing Ely’s Peak. I climbed and climbed upon rocks just like the Carlton Peaks section. Wow. Rocky outcrops through an oak and maple forest and then up to Skyline Parkway.
Shelly and I were running along together and both commented that it seemed this whole section was a climb. It was amazing! So beautiful.
Pretty soon we came into aid station 3 where Zac greeted us with his camera! Bonnie and Jim were here too, helping us with food/fluids. I stuck to water during the run with gels. At one point my stomach was grumbling like it was hungry so I grabbed a corner of peanut butter and jelly here. About 15 minutes later I had a raging headache. It may have been due to the jelly/sugar. I’m not sure. I don’t carry Advil along any more so I just sucked it up.
As I left the aid station Bonnie told me to follow the road for a while and take a right into the woods, hitting the trail. I ran along along along, looking for the flags. I spotted them on the left, continued on.. here I saw someone running toward me. At first I thought she must be a 100K runner, but then saw realized it was Dawn. Oh oh. She told me that she had missed the turn as had I. I turned around and followed Dawn, eventually seeing the flags marking the right turn in all of their glory. I don’t know how I missed it, but I sure did. Even after being told by Bonnie that it would be there and there they are, plainly marked. Oh well. I turned into the woods, thankful that I didn’t have a watch on and that I was still happy, enjoy the day.
Pretty soon it was time for aid station 4, the Voyageur 50 Mile turnaround at the zoo. Again, I managed to miss a marker that was plainly marked. I ended up following a river for a long while until a man with a very nice border collie that I spent way too much petting, talking and being kissed by (the dog, not the man), told me I should get going and pointed me in the correct direction.
One of my pet peeves is runners complaining about course markings. Stating that the course is poorly marked, that the course wasn’t marked, etc. I know darned well the course was marked well and that I missed the turns that I did. It was not the marker’s fault or the RD’ fault. It was my fault. Always is. I never complain about markings and wasn’t going to say anything about missing the course. I ran into the aid station and Shelly stated “you must have missed the turn into the woods, I noticed you weren’t in front of my anymore” busted! Yeah, I confirmed that I missed the turn and yet another. Oh well.
I filled my water bottle and told that I was already at mile 19. Unreal! I was having so much fun I couldn’t believe that 20 miles were about in the bag. I didn’t want this to be over yet!
I ran on, toward the next aid station, enjoying the trail. I ran past the Spirit Mountain Ski Hills, under a few bridges, along 35N. It was a reminder that I was in Duluth and not out miles deep in the forest as I kept on thinking that I was.
Pretty soon I saw Dawn up ahead and my competitive side wanted to take over. Before I knew it I was running faster, thinking about catching her. No. You aren’t racing. Slow and easy. No hard recovery for Javelina. Enjoy. Enjoy. OK. I ran on, through the forest when an outcropping of rock appeared. I climbed the rock and peered over the side-there was the City of Duluth, the big green football field, Lake Superior. Fabulous views.
At the next aid station someone stated “You finally caught me, it only took you 22 miles, Julie, see you at the finish” I don’t know who it was but I don’t recall seeing him at the finish. There are so many people that I don’t recognize at races. I often wonder if the ‘know’ me from my blog or if they know me from real life. I ran with a man from WI, who knew me via my blog and I don’t even know his name! He knows all about me, though. That is the disadvantage of introducing oneself via a blog.
The next section was pretty cool. Entering more city running, the Enger park which had this super huge bell ringer thing. Andy later told me I should have rung it. It was a beautiful park. With a climb of over 1300 feet elevation the views were fantastic.
Running into the final aid station I saw Jim and his son, Jeff. It was so great to see so many familiar faces at the aid stations. Jim filled my bottle and told me I only had a 5K to the finish! I couldn’t believe it. Too short! I wanted more. Really, I was going slow enough that I wasn’t taxing myself at all. I was truly enjoying a great day in the woods. Topaz would have loved it. There were plenty of rivers for him to lay in,I’ll be taking him to run those trails.
As I ran the final segment I couldn’t help but wonder what my time would be. I kept thinking it must be near 8 hours, but then with Shelly not to far in back, I didn’t think she would run that slowly. I took Superior 50K easy in May and finished in 630. I was running about the same pace here but this course seemed a little more difficult. Superior 50K has a few long climbs that you do 2x, but this trail is continuous shorter steep ascents and descents. This course reminded me much of Glacial Trail 50K, too.
The final section was so much fun, mostly running downhill - finally - as I had to finish near the lake at Bay front Festival Park - passing through city neighborhoods, birch woods, rock boulders and downhill with more rock outcroppings and a whole mess of jack pines; the fragrance was wonderful, even with a stuffed head cold.
Down down down rock steps with amazing views of the harbor. Before I know it there is the pedestrian overpass going over 1 35. What a trip! Over the traffic, waving to the drivers underneath me, laughing all the way. Down the concrete ramp and under I 35 now. Cool. Running along the street turning into Bay front Festival Park. What a great day, a fantastic trail and an awesome run. I felt fabulous. As I ran into the finish I saw the clock blink to 6:59.
A beautiful brown Border Collie greeted me at the finish. He wanted to go for a run. Lots of kisses and pets, I had to pull myself away from him.
This race was such a treat. Andy and Kim did a great job planning the start/finish, the aid stations, everything. It was perfect.
The park had a huge warm center where I was able to change, our hosts had various chili's and drink to offer. I lounged around a bit, taking in all of the conversation until it was time to head on home.
Thanks Andy and Kim for putting on a great race! I can’t wait to run upon those trails again!
The first time I ran Voyager and was past the cut off I was embarrassed as I met Andy for the first time, upon the trail. He was first coming back and I was last going out. He cheered for me and I turned red. After the race I told him how embarrassed I felt still being out upon the course and there he was, heading home for the finish. He set me straight. He was super supportive and told me that the ultra marathon sets an equal playing field. It doesn't matter where we place, we are all out there running and that he looks at the back of the pack runners with amazement. We are out there for nearly double the hours and don't stop. We persevere to the finish. He told me he was proud of me. I couldn't believe it at the time. I do now.
The race began at Chambers Park in Duluth. I haven't run this portion of the Superior Hiking Trail in the past. This is a section that was finished recently..in the last year or two. I had run from the third aid station on, so I was very excited to see this new portion of the trail.
I went into the race as I did Twin Cities Marathon a few weeks ago: tired and using it as a training run. This would again cap off a 100 mile week in preparation for Javelina. I was able to recover from TCM easy enough. I only hoped the outcome would be the same here. I ran a 50K at Afton on Friday with Topaz and here I was again, going to try back to back 50Ks. Topaz and I took it very easy Friday, taking 8 hours to get in the complete course. I didn't feel sore..just tired.
Apparently the thought of a training run caused me to go into the race unprepared. As I couldn't find Bay Front Park in the dark I ended up at a Starbucks on Superior St. looking for directions. A customer gave me great directions, I was at the Park but couldn't find access to the bus that I could see parked ahead. Crazy. I looped around over and over and eventually jumped a curb and made it to the lot with a minute to spare. As I was juggling through my bag, applying lube, looking for gloves, grabbing gels..I could have used 6 hands, Joann arrived at my window. I tried to talk and get ready at the same time and it wasn't working. Where's my bottle? How can I be so unprepared? Um, because you had the training run syndrome pounding through your head. Oh. Yeah.
Eventually I found one of my four gloves, a hat and some gels and such. I followed Jo to her van to see her pups. She has an old pup that isn't doing so well and a brand new puppy that was with her as well as her hubby. We ran to the bus and Andy asked if I had collected my bag. No. We ran back to Andy's car, collected my bag and number, Andy placed my bag into my car and back to the bus. Whew! Thanks Andy. All set. It was really nice to have a bus to take us to the start so that our vehicles would be at the finish. Ah, the little niceties.
On the bus I saw near Jo and Rick. Rick gave us a tour of the city on the way to the start. He pointed out the pedestrian bridge going over 35 and said we would run upon it into the finish. Cool. He pointed out West Duluth, where he grew up, the aid stations along the way, some of the Voyager course and eventually we were at the start of the race.
Brr. It was 33 degrees, clear. I had on wind pants that are sizes too big, long sleeved top, vest. Fleece hat, one glove..good to hold my bottle with.. I couldn't find any of the other three which I knew I packed and were in the car.., iPod, gels. I didn't have on a watch. I didn't know how far apart the aid stations were, I didn't know how many there were...I guess I was a bit too lacadasial about it all. Training run was all I was thinking.
As we lined up my other hand was cold. I must have mentioned it to Shelly because before we began, Mike came up to me and offered a glove! How sweet. I graciously accepted it, thanks Mike!
As we lined up at the start..me in the way back..Andy gave a course description. He was very descriptive of the course, and before I knew it he was giving a blow by blow of each section. I couldn't remember all of what he was saying. I could hear the love of the trail and the excitement of sharing the race with us in his voice. It was fun to listen to him but I couldn't retain it all.
Andy was going to begin the race by clanking two rocks together but in practice they cracked..or was that a joke..so he said GO!
I saw Wynn blazing ahead of us as we circled the lot before hitting the deer trail. I asked Maria : who is that in the Afton shirt running with Wynn? I couldn't think of who would be running with Wynn that quickly except Andy..who was directing. Well, here it WAS Andy, he was running with Wynn to get him around the lot and direct to the trail.
In a few minutes we were at the deer trail. It went straight up. STRAIGHT. UP. People in front of me were running up this path. I fell in along with them and nearly coughed up a lung. I couldn't breath. The hill went up up up. Maria stated that it looked like an Afton Fat Ass trail. I agreed. But why are we running and more importantly why am I running? Stop this insanity. I had this conversation with myself. Why are you running this hill? Because Maria and everyone else is. Does it matter? Can you breathe? No. I'm gasping and sweating and coughing and I can't breath. STOP IT! Ok. I began to walk. And gasp. And worry about the cold that I still have. Maybe this was too much. Oh my god, it's the first freaking mile. Scary. I walked and sweat and coughed and gagged. I removed myself from the deer trail and walked to catch my breath. Holy crap. Jo and Rick came up behind me. I was trying to catch my breath.
At the top of the hill I rested and took my time going along the ridge which eventually intersected with Mission Creek Trail. I was able to take normal breaths as I was ridiculing myself for running up the damn hill. Peer pressure, how stupid to succumb too.
By the time I was at the first aid station I had removed my (borrowed) gloves, hat and my vest was off of my arms and bunched at my waist. My pants pockets both had broken zippers..yeah, they are the first pair of running pants I ever purchased, so I had all of my gels and stuff in my vest pockets. I felt like a bag lady. I had stuff all over the place. In my haste to leave my car I forgot to unattach my keys to the ring so was carrying the whole damn thing with me! Ring, remote starter, keys, fobs to work and the gym. Nice. It was warming up quickly. I should have worn shorts. I had to take off my top and tie it around my waist adding to the bag lady effect. Enough of my unprepared- ness.
The trail was absolutely gorgeous! As I was running along it reminded me so often of the sections further north that I be surprised when I realized I was in the City of Duluth! The whole 50K was within the Duluth city limits! Totally amazing.
Outcrops of rock near aid station 2 were so much like the section of Bean/Bear Lake further north. We climbed forever and a day, then were rewarded with spectacular views of Duluth and Lake Superior. Just amazing. We seemed to climb for a very long time.
There were awesome sections of pine forest. Soft needles to run upon, the smell of pine profuse in the air. Such a treat. I was so happy. So happy to be running within myself, so happy to be enjoying the sun, the trail, the peace and quiet. This trail run was everything I had hoped it would be: a wonderful day on a fabulous foot path.
I kept thinking about how much I love running in the woods. How I enjoy the smells, the feel of the different terrain under my feet. Climbing the rock, taking in all of the views, running upon the soft needles of pine, enjoying the color of the leaves changing.
I kept realizing the stark differences between Twin Cities Marathon and Wild Duluth 50K! TCM was an assault of the senses. The noise, the people, the City. Wild Duluth was sensuous to the senses: the silence, the woods, the lake, soft footfalls. I enjoy trail running so much more than road running. To think I didn't know trail running existed..
At aid station 2 Helen and Val were manning the station. It was fun to see both gals helping us out. I grabbed a few gels, filled my bottle and was on my way. I asked Shelly how far along we were and she estimated 10 miles. What a great way to spend the first few hours of the race.
The next section was every bit as beautiful and I even recognized a few sections from the Voyager 50 mile race. The highlight was climbing Ely’s Peak. I climbed and climbed upon rocks just like the Carlton Peaks section. Wow. Rocky outcrops through an oak and maple forest and then up to Skyline Parkway.
Shelly and I were running along together and both commented that it seemed this whole section was a climb. It was amazing! So beautiful.
Pretty soon we came into aid station 3 where Zac greeted us with his camera! Bonnie and Jim were here too, helping us with food/fluids. I stuck to water during the run with gels. At one point my stomach was grumbling like it was hungry so I grabbed a corner of peanut butter and jelly here. About 15 minutes later I had a raging headache. It may have been due to the jelly/sugar. I’m not sure. I don’t carry Advil along any more so I just sucked it up.
As I left the aid station Bonnie told me to follow the road for a while and take a right into the woods, hitting the trail. I ran along along along, looking for the flags. I spotted them on the left, continued on.. here I saw someone running toward me. At first I thought she must be a 100K runner, but then saw realized it was Dawn. Oh oh. She told me that she had missed the turn as had I. I turned around and followed Dawn, eventually seeing the flags marking the right turn in all of their glory. I don’t know how I missed it, but I sure did. Even after being told by Bonnie that it would be there and there they are, plainly marked. Oh well. I turned into the woods, thankful that I didn’t have a watch on and that I was still happy, enjoy the day.
Pretty soon it was time for aid station 4, the Voyageur 50 Mile turnaround at the zoo. Again, I managed to miss a marker that was plainly marked. I ended up following a river for a long while until a man with a very nice border collie that I spent way too much petting, talking and being kissed by (the dog, not the man), told me I should get going and pointed me in the correct direction.
One of my pet peeves is runners complaining about course markings. Stating that the course is poorly marked, that the course wasn’t marked, etc. I know darned well the course was marked well and that I missed the turns that I did. It was not the marker’s fault or the RD’ fault. It was my fault. Always is. I never complain about markings and wasn’t going to say anything about missing the course. I ran into the aid station and Shelly stated “you must have missed the turn into the woods, I noticed you weren’t in front of my anymore” busted! Yeah, I confirmed that I missed the turn and yet another. Oh well.
I filled my water bottle and told that I was already at mile 19. Unreal! I was having so much fun I couldn’t believe that 20 miles were about in the bag. I didn’t want this to be over yet!
I ran on, toward the next aid station, enjoying the trail. I ran past the Spirit Mountain Ski Hills, under a few bridges, along 35N. It was a reminder that I was in Duluth and not out miles deep in the forest as I kept on thinking that I was.
Pretty soon I saw Dawn up ahead and my competitive side wanted to take over. Before I knew it I was running faster, thinking about catching her. No. You aren’t racing. Slow and easy. No hard recovery for Javelina. Enjoy. Enjoy. OK. I ran on, through the forest when an outcropping of rock appeared. I climbed the rock and peered over the side-there was the City of Duluth, the big green football field, Lake Superior. Fabulous views.
At the next aid station someone stated “You finally caught me, it only took you 22 miles, Julie, see you at the finish” I don’t know who it was but I don’t recall seeing him at the finish. There are so many people that I don’t recognize at races. I often wonder if the ‘know’ me from my blog or if they know me from real life. I ran with a man from WI, who knew me via my blog and I don’t even know his name! He knows all about me, though. That is the disadvantage of introducing oneself via a blog.
The next section was pretty cool. Entering more city running, the Enger park which had this super huge bell ringer thing. Andy later told me I should have rung it. It was a beautiful park. With a climb of over 1300 feet elevation the views were fantastic.
Running into the final aid station I saw Jim and his son, Jeff. It was so great to see so many familiar faces at the aid stations. Jim filled my bottle and told me I only had a 5K to the finish! I couldn’t believe it. Too short! I wanted more. Really, I was going slow enough that I wasn’t taxing myself at all. I was truly enjoying a great day in the woods. Topaz would have loved it. There were plenty of rivers for him to lay in,I’ll be taking him to run those trails.
As I ran the final segment I couldn’t help but wonder what my time would be. I kept thinking it must be near 8 hours, but then with Shelly not to far in back, I didn’t think she would run that slowly. I took Superior 50K easy in May and finished in 630. I was running about the same pace here but this course seemed a little more difficult. Superior 50K has a few long climbs that you do 2x, but this trail is continuous shorter steep ascents and descents. This course reminded me much of Glacial Trail 50K, too.
The final section was so much fun, mostly running downhill - finally - as I had to finish near the lake at Bay front Festival Park - passing through city neighborhoods, birch woods, rock boulders and downhill with more rock outcroppings and a whole mess of jack pines; the fragrance was wonderful, even with a stuffed head cold.
Down down down rock steps with amazing views of the harbor. Before I know it there is the pedestrian overpass going over 1 35. What a trip! Over the traffic, waving to the drivers underneath me, laughing all the way. Down the concrete ramp and under I 35 now. Cool. Running along the street turning into Bay front Festival Park. What a great day, a fantastic trail and an awesome run. I felt fabulous. As I ran into the finish I saw the clock blink to 6:59.
A beautiful brown Border Collie greeted me at the finish. He wanted to go for a run. Lots of kisses and pets, I had to pull myself away from him.
This race was such a treat. Andy and Kim did a great job planning the start/finish, the aid stations, everything. It was perfect.
The park had a huge warm center where I was able to change, our hosts had various chili's and drink to offer. I lounged around a bit, taking in all of the conversation until it was time to head on home.
Thanks Andy and Kim for putting on a great race! I can’t wait to run upon those trails again!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Metallica!
Oh yes, another fabulous concert last night. I love Metallica. True 'old school' heavy metal. Correctly named thrash metal. I suppose of the metals there is thrash, death and black. Metallica is Thrash.
Last winter they announced they would be hitting the Target Center in Minneapolis as part of their World Magnetic Tour. I asked Tyler if he'd go with me and he said yes without hesitation. He wanted to see Metallica too. He's choice of music has been influenced by his mother..
At the time Metallica hadn't announced who would be opening with them. We sure were excited when we heard later that it would be Lamb of God. We've seen LOG three different times now, twice as openers and once as a headliner. Playing with Metallica will make them much more out in the public ear. LOG is more of a death metal band. Love it.
I ordered tickets right away, they ended selling out the first day tickets went on sale. I was able to get tickets on the floor. Holy shit.
The first time that I saw Metallica was with Steve in 1988! Wow, I was a different person then. 24 years old, no children, heavy drinker, drugs..yuck. I guess about the only things I haven't changed in the past years is my choice of music and my husband! In 1988 Metallica was a part of the Monster or Rock Tour. They played all day long with Van Halen, Scorpions, Dokken and Kingdom Come. I don't recall a whole lot as I was chemically altered, but I do remember the great loud music and the hot sunny July day. I couldn't have imagined at the time that I would be back in 21 years to listen to Metallic 1) sober and 2) with my 17 year old son! Incredible.
The second time I saw Metallica wasn't so hot. They played in the Dome .. 2003 I believe and the sound was horrible. The Metrodome makes the music sound 'tinny' somehow. It was a big let down. St. Anger was a horrible album (in my opinion).
Last night was amazing. The first band (I don't even recall their name) was on for about 30 minutes, then Lamb of God took over. Most of the 20000 rockers were there for Metallica and didn't get into LOG at all. The few on the floor with us that were into LOG enjoyed them immensely. They put on a great show. We were so close to the stage, right on the bar, first row. Incredible.
LOG is a death metal band. By far most popular type of 'extreme metals' in the US. Death metal is characterized by fast tempos, distorted guitars, guttural vocals, morbid lyrics, and complex song structures with musical nuisances hidden under the noise.
I was able to take iPhone photos. I never take concert photos! I'm always too far away, even a few rows is too far away.
When Metallica came onto stage it was mayhem. The crowd was frantic, ready to thrash. As they stepped onto stage padomonion broke. I was pushed and shoved farther forward until I was leaning over the bar separating me from the stage. I couldn't believe it. Tyler is strong, 6'3", lean, 185 pounds. I asked if I could hold onto his waist so as not to be thrown over. He said it was fine. I held on for dear life.
The stage was in a massive round shape, it had coffin shaped 'things' above holding all of the lighting. Huge flames shot out of the stage, I thought I was going to be scorched. Hot indeed.
That Was Just Your Life, The End of the Line, Ride the Lightning and Holier than Thou, from their new album, Death Magnetic opened the show. This album is so much better than the last. It's what we expect from Metallica. In your face heavy metal thrashing goodness. They played on and on and on. You know how long their songs are..the concert was amazingly long. Cyanide and All Nightmare Long had us in a frothing frenzy. Hot, sweaty, thrashing the way we know how. I tried not to think of all of the H1N1 floating through the crowd. Santitarium and everyone knew the words, the crowd sang along word for word for the rest of the concert. When Nothing Else Matters and Sad But True were played the crowd became still and actually crooned along with the James. It was amazing. Oh man, then Master of Puppets. Pure craziness, and to be right up there, front and center, I couldn't get enough. The Encore? Die Die Die my Darling, Motorbreath and then Kirk yelled out that we only had to sing out three words, then I knew the song: Seek and Destroy! We followed his directions and sang out the lyrics, just as we had been all night long.
After the concert they asked for the house lights. It was bright as day. We squinted up at stage, they pointed us out, handed Tyler a handful of guitar picks and a drumstick. WTF? It was close, intimate all of a sudden. They chatted with us, let a ton of huge Metallica black balloons fall upon us. They continued chatting, telling us the show was finished, thanking us for coming out to support us. It was crazy. They asked for a show of hands from those who this was there first Metallica concert. They kind of laughed, and thanked them profusely for showing. I looked at the guy next to me and said 'geeze, this is my third, I guess I'm part of the older crowd'. He didn't think so, apparently. We all chatted amongst ourselves after being thrashed for over 5 hours..it was crazy. I've never had a concert experience such as this. Totally amazing.
Tyler and I both enjoyed it, fully. I wasn't too exhausted when my alarm woke me for the AM run three hours after I retired. I'm sure I'll sleep well tonight-if my ears quit ringing!
Last winter they announced they would be hitting the Target Center in Minneapolis as part of their World Magnetic Tour. I asked Tyler if he'd go with me and he said yes without hesitation. He wanted to see Metallica too. He's choice of music has been influenced by his mother..
At the time Metallica hadn't announced who would be opening with them. We sure were excited when we heard later that it would be Lamb of God. We've seen LOG three different times now, twice as openers and once as a headliner. Playing with Metallica will make them much more out in the public ear. LOG is more of a death metal band. Love it.
I ordered tickets right away, they ended selling out the first day tickets went on sale. I was able to get tickets on the floor. Holy shit.
The first time that I saw Metallica was with Steve in 1988! Wow, I was a different person then. 24 years old, no children, heavy drinker, drugs..yuck. I guess about the only things I haven't changed in the past years is my choice of music and my husband! In 1988 Metallica was a part of the Monster or Rock Tour. They played all day long with Van Halen, Scorpions, Dokken and Kingdom Come. I don't recall a whole lot as I was chemically altered, but I do remember the great loud music and the hot sunny July day. I couldn't have imagined at the time that I would be back in 21 years to listen to Metallic 1) sober and 2) with my 17 year old son! Incredible.
The second time I saw Metallica wasn't so hot. They played in the Dome .. 2003 I believe and the sound was horrible. The Metrodome makes the music sound 'tinny' somehow. It was a big let down. St. Anger was a horrible album (in my opinion).
Last night was amazing. The first band (I don't even recall their name) was on for about 30 minutes, then Lamb of God took over. Most of the 20000 rockers were there for Metallica and didn't get into LOG at all. The few on the floor with us that were into LOG enjoyed them immensely. They put on a great show. We were so close to the stage, right on the bar, first row. Incredible.
LOG is a death metal band. By far most popular type of 'extreme metals' in the US. Death metal is characterized by fast tempos, distorted guitars, guttural vocals, morbid lyrics, and complex song structures with musical nuisances hidden under the noise.
I was able to take iPhone photos. I never take concert photos! I'm always too far away, even a few rows is too far away.
When Metallica came onto stage it was mayhem. The crowd was frantic, ready to thrash. As they stepped onto stage padomonion broke. I was pushed and shoved farther forward until I was leaning over the bar separating me from the stage. I couldn't believe it. Tyler is strong, 6'3", lean, 185 pounds. I asked if I could hold onto his waist so as not to be thrown over. He said it was fine. I held on for dear life.
The stage was in a massive round shape, it had coffin shaped 'things' above holding all of the lighting. Huge flames shot out of the stage, I thought I was going to be scorched. Hot indeed.
That Was Just Your Life, The End of the Line, Ride the Lightning and Holier than Thou, from their new album, Death Magnetic opened the show. This album is so much better than the last. It's what we expect from Metallica. In your face heavy metal thrashing goodness. They played on and on and on. You know how long their songs are..the concert was amazingly long. Cyanide and All Nightmare Long had us in a frothing frenzy. Hot, sweaty, thrashing the way we know how. I tried not to think of all of the H1N1 floating through the crowd. Santitarium and everyone knew the words, the crowd sang along word for word for the rest of the concert. When Nothing Else Matters and Sad But True were played the crowd became still and actually crooned along with the James. It was amazing. Oh man, then Master of Puppets. Pure craziness, and to be right up there, front and center, I couldn't get enough. The Encore? Die Die Die my Darling, Motorbreath and then Kirk yelled out that we only had to sing out three words, then I knew the song: Seek and Destroy! We followed his directions and sang out the lyrics, just as we had been all night long.
After the concert they asked for the house lights. It was bright as day. We squinted up at stage, they pointed us out, handed Tyler a handful of guitar picks and a drumstick. WTF? It was close, intimate all of a sudden. They chatted with us, let a ton of huge Metallica black balloons fall upon us. They continued chatting, telling us the show was finished, thanking us for coming out to support us. It was crazy. They asked for a show of hands from those who this was there first Metallica concert. They kind of laughed, and thanked them profusely for showing. I looked at the guy next to me and said 'geeze, this is my third, I guess I'm part of the older crowd'. He didn't think so, apparently. We all chatted amongst ourselves after being thrashed for over 5 hours..it was crazy. I've never had a concert experience such as this. Totally amazing.
Tyler and I both enjoyed it, fully. I wasn't too exhausted when my alarm woke me for the AM run three hours after I retired. I'm sure I'll sleep well tonight-if my ears quit ringing!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Frosty Fun Run
This morning when I looked at the digital thermometer I saw the coldest temperature of the season thus far. 17F. Brrr. I dug through my winter clothes finding a pair of light tights, long sleeved top, gloves and turtle fur. I pulled out my winter running jacket and heavy smart wool socks. No gortex or booties yet!
As I pulled out of the garage I was suprised to see an inch of fluff on the ground. Looked like Topaz and would be making tracks upon the trail for the first time.
The sun began to rise within the hour; I was able to see all of the frost covered spiderwebs and all of the animal tracks upon the snow. Deer, wolf, fox and rabbit. The sun rise gave the snow a purple pink cast. Beautiful.
Topaz and I froliked upon the soft covered trail for 10 miles, never seeing a soul, enjoying the splendid silence of the beautiful woods.
I've enjoyed running reduced mileage this week. I've felt a cold coming on all week long and it has taken a bit of energy away from me. Each weekday morning this week Topaz and I ran 3 miles and then another 5 after work. I lifted legs and biceps each once, 1 hour of stair stepping. With 10 this morning and 10 tomorrow I'll have a total of 60 this week. Next week I'll increase mileage again, the long run will be at the Duluth Wild Races 50K/100K. I'm running the 50K. I figure that will be a good last long run before Javelina 100 two weeks later.
I wonder how much snow the guys are out hunting in today, up north? Probably more than fell here.
Tomorrow I'll cap off the weekend with a meal at my new favorite eatery, Ecopolitan.
As I pulled out of the garage I was suprised to see an inch of fluff on the ground. Looked like Topaz and would be making tracks upon the trail for the first time.
The sun began to rise within the hour; I was able to see all of the frost covered spiderwebs and all of the animal tracks upon the snow. Deer, wolf, fox and rabbit. The sun rise gave the snow a purple pink cast. Beautiful.
Topaz and I froliked upon the soft covered trail for 10 miles, never seeing a soul, enjoying the splendid silence of the beautiful woods.
I've enjoyed running reduced mileage this week. I've felt a cold coming on all week long and it has taken a bit of energy away from me. Each weekday morning this week Topaz and I ran 3 miles and then another 5 after work. I lifted legs and biceps each once, 1 hour of stair stepping. With 10 this morning and 10 tomorrow I'll have a total of 60 this week. Next week I'll increase mileage again, the long run will be at the Duluth Wild Races 50K/100K. I'm running the 50K. I figure that will be a good last long run before Javelina 100 two weeks later.
I wonder how much snow the guys are out hunting in today, up north? Probably more than fell here.
Tomorrow I'll cap off the weekend with a meal at my new favorite eatery, Ecopolitan.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Dome Sweet Home
The Marathon begins at the Metrodome; home of the Minnesota Twins AND the Minnesota Vikings. Yesterday the Twins played, today they will change the grounds to the Vikings, tomorrow back to the Twins. The last Twins game in the Dome? Maybe not..
Twin Cities Marathon 2009
On Saturday evening I wasn't so sure that I was going to be lining up at the start for this year's version of the 2009 Twin Cities Marathon.
Saturday morning, as planned, I headed to Powder Ridge to run the ski hills. All went well physically but mentally I felt a bit crabby. I'm not sure why. It may have had to do with the fact that at the end of the day on Saturday I would already have 81 miles in for the week. I suppose I was tired.
Later in the morning a working dog club came out to Powder Ridge, hiking the trails around the perimeter of the course. I saw Border Collies (Yay), Australian Shepherds Bernese Mountain Dogs and Great Pyrenes Mountain Dog, the dog that was a close second when purchasing Topaz. I visited with the dogs and their owners for quite some time. The dogs were much more interesting than the owners..
I packed up my things at PR and headed for home. With nobody home I decided to take Topaz out for a quick 5 miles. He smelled the pups on me and made me feel even more guilty for not yet taking him running. Off we went, in the rain, to the trail.
Running along I noticed many downed trees over the trail. We've had a few really windy days and the DNR hasn't yet cleaned up all of the debris. Topaz was catupulting himself over the trees and I eventually did the same. I leaped over and then landed in a hole. I twisted my ankle, landing on the outer side of my foot. You know that feeling..that sharp stab of pain from the ankle that goes directly to the head and all you can see is blackness..yeah, that one. I must have let out a shriek because before I knew it my eyes were open and Topaz was barreling toward me as fast as he could. I was standing, on one foot, when his paws were up on my thighs and I was down upon my back..with Topaz on top of me licking my face for all he was worth. I just laid there and laughed! It was hilarious. I peeled Topaz from me, picked myself up and walked off the pain for about 25 feet. The pain went away and I finished running, never thinking about it again during the day.
My foot never hurt again until about 5 PM. All of a sudden my foot became hot, swollen and painful. Painful just sitting there, with no weight upon it. I couldn't believe it and it took me a while to realize it hurt from the earlier fall upon the trail. I tried to stand up and could not put any weight on the foot at all. I had to drive home, stopping to fill up with gas. Oh my gosh, I could not put any weight on it at all while pumping gas. It hurt just to drive. Crazy.
I arrived home and had to drag the foot behind me into the house. I searched on my iPhone and much to my horror thought it may be a stress fracture of the fifth metatursal. Holy crap. The more I read about it the more I thought this could be the case.
Now, I have a very high tolerance for pain and I don't jump to injury conclusions. Actually I would probably deny it before admitting to an injury but this had me worried. I read that I should RICE, so did so, and hobbled off to bed, setting my alarm for the race but really thinking that I would not be running since I could not put an ounce of weight upon my foot.
The alarm went off in the morning and I moved my ankle around while still under the covers. Hmmm..no pain. I rubbed the fifth metatursal upon the mattress..hmmm..no pain. I rolled out of bed and gingerly placed my foot upon the floor, placing weight on it. NO PAIN. WHF? How can that be? I walked into my bathroom..no pain. Wow. I'm going to run Twin Cities Marathon after all. I was talking aloud to myself "well, it doesn't hurt, so I should try it. If it hurts during the race, I'll stop..it's only a training run anyway..no pressure. Yeah but you read that stress fracture pain comes and goes. Maybe it is in go mode now but will be back. Yeah but what do I do..sit here and not run the marathon because the pain might come back. No. I'll run and see what happens.
So I did. Nothing happened!
I ran the full 26.2 miles and felt absolutely no pain in my foot whatsoever. I thought I'd feel pain in the evening, as I did on Saturday but no..no pain at all. How odd is that?
As planned I ran the marathon as a long supported training run. With a strenuous week of high mileage and a hill day prior I just wanted to get in the mileage. It was great being able to run without a pack or hand held.
I forgot to send in my Boston Qualifier time result so that I could start in Wave 1. Small details. I lined up in Wave 2. Man, the crowds. I forget each year how crowed the marathons are. After running trail all year long it is certainly an eye opener!
It was a cool morning, about 45F with a high of 50F forecast. A skirt and long sleeved shirt was fine. My hands were cold the whole race, however. They never did warm up. Maybe because I was holding a few gels.
The course is so beautiful. Lot of hills, lakes, river, parkways and many many spectators. I am just amazed at all of the spectators that come out each year!
At mile 2 I found I was running with the 345 pace team, I knew I wasn't rested enough to run a 345 so after a while I slowed down. It was difficult, mentally, as I though about last year hanging with them and running a PR and BQ. I stayed with my plan.
The parkway around Isles, Calhoun and near Harriet were so crowded with runners and spectators that it was difficult to get through. The views were wonderful, I took it all in and just enjoyed myself. I was so thankful to be running the race after really thinking that I wouldn't be able to with my mysterious foot pain.
At around mile 13 I looked at the clock and saw I was at 201. That was just right, it was a pace I knew I could keep up for the remainder of the race; a nice long, supported run.
At mile 20 the 415 pace crew came upon me. I ran just in back of them the remainder of the race, finishing in 414. What a great day, I am so thankful that I was able to run it pain free! Thankfully the Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness from the hill workout didn't hit me until this morning or I would have really struggled during the race. Today I have black compression socks on under my dress and high boots. They feel SO much better!
I was able to see John T two times upon the course, the first time he was eating his breakfast! What were you eating, there, John? I saw Bonnie and Maynard on the Franklin Avenue Bridge and Debbie at the finish line.
I've posted race reports for TCM here 5 different times, I really don't have too much to add! This year the Twins were playing at 110 so it was a mad dash from the finish to the bus so that I could it back to the Dome. I quickly changed out of my wet shirt into my finishers shirt on the bus and was at the Dome by 1220. Plenty of time!
Twins win! Amazing. Another game on Tuesday..let there be more!
Congratulations to all that ran the Twin Cities Marathon yesterday, way to go! My spell check isn't working again. I apologize.
Saturday morning, as planned, I headed to Powder Ridge to run the ski hills. All went well physically but mentally I felt a bit crabby. I'm not sure why. It may have had to do with the fact that at the end of the day on Saturday I would already have 81 miles in for the week. I suppose I was tired.
Later in the morning a working dog club came out to Powder Ridge, hiking the trails around the perimeter of the course. I saw Border Collies (Yay), Australian Shepherds Bernese Mountain Dogs and Great Pyrenes Mountain Dog, the dog that was a close second when purchasing Topaz. I visited with the dogs and their owners for quite some time. The dogs were much more interesting than the owners..
I packed up my things at PR and headed for home. With nobody home I decided to take Topaz out for a quick 5 miles. He smelled the pups on me and made me feel even more guilty for not yet taking him running. Off we went, in the rain, to the trail.
Running along I noticed many downed trees over the trail. We've had a few really windy days and the DNR hasn't yet cleaned up all of the debris. Topaz was catupulting himself over the trees and I eventually did the same. I leaped over and then landed in a hole. I twisted my ankle, landing on the outer side of my foot. You know that feeling..that sharp stab of pain from the ankle that goes directly to the head and all you can see is blackness..yeah, that one. I must have let out a shriek because before I knew it my eyes were open and Topaz was barreling toward me as fast as he could. I was standing, on one foot, when his paws were up on my thighs and I was down upon my back..with Topaz on top of me licking my face for all he was worth. I just laid there and laughed! It was hilarious. I peeled Topaz from me, picked myself up and walked off the pain for about 25 feet. The pain went away and I finished running, never thinking about it again during the day.
My foot never hurt again until about 5 PM. All of a sudden my foot became hot, swollen and painful. Painful just sitting there, with no weight upon it. I couldn't believe it and it took me a while to realize it hurt from the earlier fall upon the trail. I tried to stand up and could not put any weight on the foot at all. I had to drive home, stopping to fill up with gas. Oh my gosh, I could not put any weight on it at all while pumping gas. It hurt just to drive. Crazy.
I arrived home and had to drag the foot behind me into the house. I searched on my iPhone and much to my horror thought it may be a stress fracture of the fifth metatursal. Holy crap. The more I read about it the more I thought this could be the case.
Now, I have a very high tolerance for pain and I don't jump to injury conclusions. Actually I would probably deny it before admitting to an injury but this had me worried. I read that I should RICE, so did so, and hobbled off to bed, setting my alarm for the race but really thinking that I would not be running since I could not put an ounce of weight upon my foot.
The alarm went off in the morning and I moved my ankle around while still under the covers. Hmmm..no pain. I rubbed the fifth metatursal upon the mattress..hmmm..no pain. I rolled out of bed and gingerly placed my foot upon the floor, placing weight on it. NO PAIN. WHF? How can that be? I walked into my bathroom..no pain. Wow. I'm going to run Twin Cities Marathon after all. I was talking aloud to myself "well, it doesn't hurt, so I should try it. If it hurts during the race, I'll stop..it's only a training run anyway..no pressure. Yeah but you read that stress fracture pain comes and goes. Maybe it is in go mode now but will be back. Yeah but what do I do..sit here and not run the marathon because the pain might come back. No. I'll run and see what happens.
So I did. Nothing happened!
I ran the full 26.2 miles and felt absolutely no pain in my foot whatsoever. I thought I'd feel pain in the evening, as I did on Saturday but no..no pain at all. How odd is that?
As planned I ran the marathon as a long supported training run. With a strenuous week of high mileage and a hill day prior I just wanted to get in the mileage. It was great being able to run without a pack or hand held.
I forgot to send in my Boston Qualifier time result so that I could start in Wave 1. Small details. I lined up in Wave 2. Man, the crowds. I forget each year how crowed the marathons are. After running trail all year long it is certainly an eye opener!
It was a cool morning, about 45F with a high of 50F forecast. A skirt and long sleeved shirt was fine. My hands were cold the whole race, however. They never did warm up. Maybe because I was holding a few gels.
The course is so beautiful. Lot of hills, lakes, river, parkways and many many spectators. I am just amazed at all of the spectators that come out each year!
At mile 2 I found I was running with the 345 pace team, I knew I wasn't rested enough to run a 345 so after a while I slowed down. It was difficult, mentally, as I though about last year hanging with them and running a PR and BQ. I stayed with my plan.
The parkway around Isles, Calhoun and near Harriet were so crowded with runners and spectators that it was difficult to get through. The views were wonderful, I took it all in and just enjoyed myself. I was so thankful to be running the race after really thinking that I wouldn't be able to with my mysterious foot pain.
At around mile 13 I looked at the clock and saw I was at 201. That was just right, it was a pace I knew I could keep up for the remainder of the race; a nice long, supported run.
At mile 20 the 415 pace crew came upon me. I ran just in back of them the remainder of the race, finishing in 414. What a great day, I am so thankful that I was able to run it pain free! Thankfully the Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness from the hill workout didn't hit me until this morning or I would have really struggled during the race. Today I have black compression socks on under my dress and high boots. They feel SO much better!
I was able to see John T two times upon the course, the first time he was eating his breakfast! What were you eating, there, John? I saw Bonnie and Maynard on the Franklin Avenue Bridge and Debbie at the finish line.
I've posted race reports for TCM here 5 different times, I really don't have too much to add! This year the Twins were playing at 110 so it was a mad dash from the finish to the bus so that I could it back to the Dome. I quickly changed out of my wet shirt into my finishers shirt on the bus and was at the Dome by 1220. Plenty of time!
Twins win! Amazing. Another game on Tuesday..let there be more!
Congratulations to all that ran the Twin Cities Marathon yesterday, way to go! My spell check isn't working again. I apologize.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
October = Racing
It is hard for me to believe that it is already October first tomorrow, but by the temperature this morning it is quite apparent. Today was the first fleece hat run day for me. Topaz and I left our driveway at 430 AM this morning to a beautiful sparkling sky full of stars. Before I turned on my headlamp I gazed at all of the different formations that I could recall. What an awesome morning.
It was brisk! The digital thermometer I have in my kitchen showed my a cold 33F. I switched out my inov8 hat for my fleece and I was glad that I did. Long sleeves and pants for the first time as well.
October brings a full race calendar for me. This Sunday is Twin Cities Marathon. I am looking forward to it very much. It is the only marathon I usually enter each year, other than the Northwoods Snowshoe Marathon in January. I like to support the local marathon by entering it each year. I don't really have a time goal. I've changed my thoughts since the last time I posted. I have been having such great track workouts that I thought I should go for a 330 or 335 but TCM really isn't a goal race for me, it is more of a support the local running community race and a fun run. I'm going to run hills on Saturday, as Javelina Jundred is only a few weeks out. I can use some more hill training. I imagine I'll have tired legs on Sunday due to the hills, which will be good training for the 100 mile race on the 31st!
October 17 brings the Wild Duluth 50K and 100K. This race is on the Superior Hiking Trail, a section that runs through Duluth. I haven't run this part in its entirety so I am really looking forward to the race. Because the race begins/ends in Duluth I don't need to spend a night, take vacation time or anything else. A nice drive up north in the early morning, a nice run and a drive back home before evening. No problem. No time goal for this either..just a nice long run in preparation for Javelina.
October 31 brings Javelina Jundred 100 Mile Halloween Party! I love this race. Held in beautiful Scottsdale Arizona, I can't wait to go back. 80 degrees, sun, fabulous! At this point I'm going to try PRing at 100 mile distance. I may change my mind, but I'm thinking a 22:35 would do nicely.
I'll be coming home November 1...then I suppose winter begins. I may plan a trip to TX in February for Rocky Raccoon 100 Mile Trail Run. I think I may need something to look forward to in the dead of the winter.
It was brisk! The digital thermometer I have in my kitchen showed my a cold 33F. I switched out my inov8 hat for my fleece and I was glad that I did. Long sleeves and pants for the first time as well.
October brings a full race calendar for me. This Sunday is Twin Cities Marathon. I am looking forward to it very much. It is the only marathon I usually enter each year, other than the Northwoods Snowshoe Marathon in January. I like to support the local marathon by entering it each year. I don't really have a time goal. I've changed my thoughts since the last time I posted. I have been having such great track workouts that I thought I should go for a 330 or 335 but TCM really isn't a goal race for me, it is more of a support the local running community race and a fun run. I'm going to run hills on Saturday, as Javelina Jundred is only a few weeks out. I can use some more hill training. I imagine I'll have tired legs on Sunday due to the hills, which will be good training for the 100 mile race on the 31st!
October 17 brings the Wild Duluth 50K and 100K. This race is on the Superior Hiking Trail, a section that runs through Duluth. I haven't run this part in its entirety so I am really looking forward to the race. Because the race begins/ends in Duluth I don't need to spend a night, take vacation time or anything else. A nice drive up north in the early morning, a nice run and a drive back home before evening. No problem. No time goal for this either..just a nice long run in preparation for Javelina.
October 31 brings Javelina Jundred 100 Mile Halloween Party! I love this race. Held in beautiful Scottsdale Arizona, I can't wait to go back. 80 degrees, sun, fabulous! At this point I'm going to try PRing at 100 mile distance. I may change my mind, but I'm thinking a 22:35 would do nicely.
I'll be coming home November 1...then I suppose winter begins. I may plan a trip to TX in February for Rocky Raccoon 100 Mile Trail Run. I think I may need something to look forward to in the dead of the winter.
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Cake Slice: Pistachio Petit Four Cake
I just realized that I have never posted my August cake as I was out running Lean Horse. This Pistachio Petit Four Cake is probably the one I have had the most fun with. There were many different steps and instructions for this cake, it was so much fun! I have never made a marzipan before and really wasn't sure what to expect. It was fabulous.
Pistachio butter cake, rolled marzipan, raspberry jam (I subbed for apricot) and a chocolate glazed made for one hell of a delicious and beautiful cake. I even made marzipan balls for decoration out of my extra. I know, balls are not much for decoration but for me...yeah, they are!
This was Troy's favorite of all of the cakes from Sky High: Irresistible Triple Layer Cakes
Here is the recipe:
August Cake: Pistachio Petit Four Cake
Marzipan, apricot preserves and a dark chocolate glaze turn a pistachio butter cake into an irresistible dessert reminiscent of European petit fours glaces.
Makes an 8inch triple layer cake; serves 12 to 16
Augusts Cake: Pistachio Petit Four Cake
(Recipe from Sky High Irresistible Layer Cakes by Alisa Huntsman and Peter Wynne)
¾ cup skinned pistachio nuts
1 & 2/3 cups sugar
2 cups cake flour
1 tbsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
2 sticks (8 ounces) unsalted butter, at room temperature
½ cup milk
2 tsp vanilla extract
5 eggs, lightly beaten
¾ cup apricot preserves
Marzipan (below)
Dark chocolate glaze (below)
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter three 8 inch round cake pans. Line the bottom of each pan with a round of parchment or waxed paper and butter the paper.
Spread out the pistachios in a baking tray and toast in the oven for 7 to 10 minutes, until lightly coloured. Transfer to a dish and let cool completely. Finely chop the pistachios and set ¼ cup aside for decoration.
Put the remaining ½ cup pistachios in a food processor. Add the sugar and pulse just enough to grind them finely. Pour into a large mixing bowl and add the flour, baking powder and salt. Blend with the mixer on low for 30 seconds.
Add the butter, milk and vanilla and wit the mixer on low, beat until completely incorporated. Raise the speed to medium and beat until light and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes. Add the beaten eggs in 2 or 3 additions, scraping down the sides of the bowl well and mixing only long enough to blend after each addition. Divide the batter among the 3 prepared pans.
Bake for about 25 minutes or until a cake tester or wooden toothpick inserted in the centre comes out clean. Allow the layers to cool in the pans for 10 minutes. Turn out onto wire racks, carefully peel off the paper liners and let cool completely.
Marzipan
8 ounces almond paste
1 ½ cups confectioners sugar
¼ cup light corn syrup
Crumble the almond paste into a large mixing bowl. Use an electric mixer on low speed to soften the almond paste. Add the confectioners sugar and corn syrup and beat until smooth. Wrap well in plastic so it doesn’t fry out and allow to rest at room temperature for 1 to 2 hours before rolling.
Dark Ganache Glaze
1 pound extra bittersweet chocolate
1 ¼ cups heavy cream
Chop the chocolate coarsely and out it in a heatproof bowl. Bring the cream to a bare simmer. Pour immediately over the chocolate and let stand for 5 minutes. Whisk until smooth and use the glaze soon after making before it starts to set. Allow to cool and thicken slightly before use.
To Assemble
Roll out a third of the marzipan on a work surface dusted with a little confectioners sugar to about 1/8th inch thick. Set one of the cake pans upside down on the marzipan and trim around it with a small knife to make an 8 inch round. Repeat twice more with the remaining marzipan. Save your scraps to make roses for decoration if desired.
Place one cake layer on a cake board, flat side up. Spread ¼ cup of the apricot preserves evenly over the top, leaving a ¼ inch margin all round to allow for spreading. Place one marzipan round on top of the preserves and spread 1/3 cup ganache glaze over the top of the marzipan so that it is completely covered. Repeat with the second cake layer, adding more preserves, marzipan and glaze.
Add the final cake layer and top with preserves and marzipan as before. Place the whole cake on a wire rack set over a baking pan. Pour the remaining dark ganache glaze over the cake, spreading it as evenly as possible over the top and sides of the cake. Allow the ganache to set before transferring to a plate. It should be smooth and glossy.
Garnish the top with the reserves chopped pistachios.
Optional: Make some marzipan roses with any leftover marzipan scraps if desired.
The Cake Slice Final: Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake
This is the final installment of The Cake Slice. We have baked through 12 months of wonderful high rise cakes with a new cookbook from which to bake on the horizon.
Needless to say, I have already baked this cake two times and have posted pictures twice. I'll post again just for good measure!
It's a fabulous cake. You may read my earlier poster here for ingredient list and review.
Needless to say, I have already baked this cake two times and have posted pictures twice. I'll post again just for good measure!
It's a fabulous cake. You may read my earlier poster here for ingredient list and review.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Hyland
Steve G asked about the construction at Hyland; it wasn't too bad. Big machinery at the bottom of the hill but easy to walk under the yellow warning tape. The loud arm flagging man is at the bottom of the hill with his pole people. If you click on the picture it will enlarge.
Back to Hyland's Ski Hills
Yesterday Steve coerced my brother in law and the remainder of his pool team to help tear off and re shingle our home. They are still at it today. Troy had friends over and Tyler was working a long day shift. With everyone tied up it looked like a good day for a hard workout.
I decided to head for the hills. Javelina is 6 weeks out and I haven't been to the hill since I ran Lean Horse 4 weeks ago. Time to get back at it!
I reached Hyland in the early dark morning. I strapped on my headlamp and looked for the hill I wanted. I actually saw another headlamp in the dark. I found an open gate and headed for the ski hill. Cooler with three gallons of heed, my iPod, iPhone a few gels and I was all set.
Warmed up running the hilly path for a few miles and then planted myself at the hill. My plan was to run 20 hill repeats, run a few miles on the hilly path, repeat, repeat again. I was looking for at least 18 miles.
Eventually the sun came up, a spectacular sunrise and I took off my headlamp and replaced it with my sunglasses. It was going to be a beautiful, warm day. We've had a stretch of 80's for the past two weeks. Amazing.
After 20 repeats I ran a few miles on the path to stretch my legs and noticed a half dozen of other runners out on the hills.
As I continued my repeats I noticed a man coming toward me and flailing his arms back and forth. I took out an ear but and listened to him. "BE SURE YOU DON'T RUN THE WORN PATH, THEY WON'T LET US OUT HERE IF WE ERODE IT" I explained that I had in fact read the sign that stated just what he said and showed him that I was not running on the worn path. Hello. I continued on.
He continued to let everyone know upon the hill that they should not run on the worn path..as though they could not read the sign that said exactly that. About an hour later he came up to me AGAIN, flailing arms in the air and told me again "YOU BETTER STAY OFF THE WORN PATH OR THEY WON'T LET US USE IT ANYMORE" I looked at him and nodded. Yeah, whatever. See, I'm on the grass, dude.
Finally, the third time that he approached me I took out my ear buds and said DUDE. I GET IT. YOU'VE TOLD ME THREE TIMES. HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT? I AM WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES, I'VE BEEN HERE FOR 4 HOURS SO FAR AND YOU TELL ME EVERY HOUR" Oh, he said..and walked off..
Pretty soon I notice the man with the flailing arms and loud yelling voice with a group of 30 people with poles. He is instructing them, guiding them up a less steep hill, over and over again. I don't think he needs to worry about the single runners out there eroding the path..he needs to worry about his own class and the fact that IT may be cancelled if they continue to erode the path. Sheesh.
By the time I finished all my repeats and hilly runs in between I had 25 miles in. I ran a 2 mile cool down, finished the last of my three gallons of heed and called it a day.
Until I arrived home and saw it was 75 degrees, cool enough to take Topaz for a short run! We went out for 8 miles and my calves let me know that they had enough of this business.
I returned home, showered, took the boys to play miniature golf..I won..and cooked up the roof crew a nice dinner.
Today Topaz and I ran 15 miles on the trail and by mile 11 my calves were again letting me know that they were just about finished. We walked over to the river so a good soak and jogged back to the car.
Today the guys are getting a less fussy meal..sloppy joes that I just placed into the crock pot.
Now I need to get off to the grocery store to restock my kitchen.
I decided to head for the hills. Javelina is 6 weeks out and I haven't been to the hill since I ran Lean Horse 4 weeks ago. Time to get back at it!
I reached Hyland in the early dark morning. I strapped on my headlamp and looked for the hill I wanted. I actually saw another headlamp in the dark. I found an open gate and headed for the ski hill. Cooler with three gallons of heed, my iPod, iPhone a few gels and I was all set.
Warmed up running the hilly path for a few miles and then planted myself at the hill. My plan was to run 20 hill repeats, run a few miles on the hilly path, repeat, repeat again. I was looking for at least 18 miles.
Eventually the sun came up, a spectacular sunrise and I took off my headlamp and replaced it with my sunglasses. It was going to be a beautiful, warm day. We've had a stretch of 80's for the past two weeks. Amazing.
After 20 repeats I ran a few miles on the path to stretch my legs and noticed a half dozen of other runners out on the hills.
As I continued my repeats I noticed a man coming toward me and flailing his arms back and forth. I took out an ear but and listened to him. "BE SURE YOU DON'T RUN THE WORN PATH, THEY WON'T LET US OUT HERE IF WE ERODE IT" I explained that I had in fact read the sign that stated just what he said and showed him that I was not running on the worn path. Hello. I continued on.
He continued to let everyone know upon the hill that they should not run on the worn path..as though they could not read the sign that said exactly that. About an hour later he came up to me AGAIN, flailing arms in the air and told me again "YOU BETTER STAY OFF THE WORN PATH OR THEY WON'T LET US USE IT ANYMORE" I looked at him and nodded. Yeah, whatever. See, I'm on the grass, dude.
Finally, the third time that he approached me I took out my ear buds and said DUDE. I GET IT. YOU'VE TOLD ME THREE TIMES. HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT? I AM WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES, I'VE BEEN HERE FOR 4 HOURS SO FAR AND YOU TELL ME EVERY HOUR" Oh, he said..and walked off..
Pretty soon I notice the man with the flailing arms and loud yelling voice with a group of 30 people with poles. He is instructing them, guiding them up a less steep hill, over and over again. I don't think he needs to worry about the single runners out there eroding the path..he needs to worry about his own class and the fact that IT may be cancelled if they continue to erode the path. Sheesh.
By the time I finished all my repeats and hilly runs in between I had 25 miles in. I ran a 2 mile cool down, finished the last of my three gallons of heed and called it a day.
Until I arrived home and saw it was 75 degrees, cool enough to take Topaz for a short run! We went out for 8 miles and my calves let me know that they had enough of this business.
I returned home, showered, took the boys to play miniature golf..I won..and cooked up the roof crew a nice dinner.
Today Topaz and I ran 15 miles on the trail and by mile 11 my calves were again letting me know that they were just about finished. We walked over to the river so a good soak and jogged back to the car.
Today the guys are getting a less fussy meal..sloppy joes that I just placed into the crock pot.
Now I need to get off to the grocery store to restock my kitchen.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Bear Water Run
Since I had been out of town for five days, three weeks ago, while I ran Lean Horse 100 Mile, I didn't feel like I should be heading up north to Lutsen to run the Superior races this weekend. So much for 'should'. When I mentioned to Steve a few days ago that I am normally packing drop bags to head up to Sawtooth 100 he asked why I wasn't going to this year. I explained that I was just out of town for 5 days and I felt like I 'should' stay home. He pooh poohed me and said to go up north, enjoy myself and run well. I had already made up my mind to stay home but it is nice to know that he was fine with me going.
I looked at Raceberryjam.com to see what road races were in town this weekend for a training run for Twin Cities Marathon. I haven't run distance on asphalt forever so figured I might as well. I found the Bear Lake Run 10 and 20 mile as well as City of Lakes 25K. I know I've run the City of Lakes before and I think I may have run Bear Lake 20 but I haven't looked in my old log books yet to see for sure.
Twin Cities Marathon is just three weeks away so I decided I'd get some asphalt training in for it. I decided to run 20 at Bear Lake and then an additional loop of 12, making it an ultra distance training run. Maybe TCM will seem easier that way!
People that aren't runners ask me if marathons seem effortless now that I run 100 mile races. No, they don't seem effortless. It's a matter of frame of mind. When the mind knows it is 26 miles it hurts and becomes difficult at 20 miles. It's all in the mind.
Today was just a beautiful day. Warm and sunny, humid. Just how I like it. I can't believe it is 83 degrees right now. I love it!
I was worried about race day registration. The race fills at 1200 so I didn't know if I'd make the cut. I decided I'd give it a try and if I didn't make it I'd head out to run the 50K course at Afton, forgetting the asphalt. I didn't want to run a 50K on asphalt alone. I'd be bored silly. As TCM isn't a goal race for me, it really didn't matter.
I made the registration cut off with a number in high 900s. I was about an hour early so I don't know if they reached the max or not. Lots of people for this road race.
We began at a beach, on a skinny asphalt path. The 10 and 20 milers began together so it was quite crowded but there was Championship Timing so nobody was pushing to the start too quickly.
The race was very nicely done; well organized, great water stops, a picturesque course, actually. There were aid stations every 2..yes, every 2 miles so I didn't carry liquids the first 20 miles. I wore my Nathan vest for gels. I used every aid station! It was real warm so I drank a couple of glasses of Gatorade and a couple of glasses of water at each stop. The two mile aid stations came up quickly. Each station had a theme; there was the White Bear Lake Dance Line and others. I recall the Dance Line because they were cheering madly and were very encouraging.
As I listened to conversations around me it became apparent that many were running their first 10 mile race as well as first timers at 20 miles. How inspiring! It was really fun to listen in on the worries, the experiences, the races they were training for.
One thing that was kind of cool: many of the homes around White Bear Lake have statues of white bears in their yards and hanging from their mailboxes.
The course went around the lake and before I knew it 10 miles were up and I was off for another 10. My first lap was 130. I made a note to now slow it down a bit so that I was up for an additional 22 miles.
When I came around to 20 miles the clock was at 311 I believe. I wasn't wearing a watch so I congratulated myself on being able to hold an accurate pace. I'll take all of the congratulations I can give myself!
As I crossed the finish line I removed my chip and had a couple of orange slices. I picked up my finishers bag and began to head to my car. As I was leaving the race I heard my name called. There was Dave Just, who I haven't even seen this summer. It was nice to see him. He was the only person I recognized at the race!
I walked to my car, dropped off my bag, filled two bottles with Heed, replaced the gels in my vest and headed out for another loop.
At aid station 1 they began to cheer for me, I said "oh, I'm done" then realized I had my number on. I took it off and threw it into the garbage, then noticed that there were still runners out there beginning their second loop.
I decided to put on my iPod and just enjoy the next 12, slow and steady.
When I finished my 30 miles there were still quite a few runners milling about the beach. I hung out for a few minutes and went out and back another mile, calling it a 50K.
I must say, when I first decided to run this race I had toyed with the idea of running it as a time trial for Twin Cities Marathon. I then decided against it and run it as a training run. I was tired at the finish and happy it was a slow training run!
The Bear Lake Run is a good one, I enjoyed it very much :)
I looked at Raceberryjam.com to see what road races were in town this weekend for a training run for Twin Cities Marathon. I haven't run distance on asphalt forever so figured I might as well. I found the Bear Lake Run 10 and 20 mile as well as City of Lakes 25K. I know I've run the City of Lakes before and I think I may have run Bear Lake 20 but I haven't looked in my old log books yet to see for sure.
Twin Cities Marathon is just three weeks away so I decided I'd get some asphalt training in for it. I decided to run 20 at Bear Lake and then an additional loop of 12, making it an ultra distance training run. Maybe TCM will seem easier that way!
People that aren't runners ask me if marathons seem effortless now that I run 100 mile races. No, they don't seem effortless. It's a matter of frame of mind. When the mind knows it is 26 miles it hurts and becomes difficult at 20 miles. It's all in the mind.
Today was just a beautiful day. Warm and sunny, humid. Just how I like it. I can't believe it is 83 degrees right now. I love it!
I was worried about race day registration. The race fills at 1200 so I didn't know if I'd make the cut. I decided I'd give it a try and if I didn't make it I'd head out to run the 50K course at Afton, forgetting the asphalt. I didn't want to run a 50K on asphalt alone. I'd be bored silly. As TCM isn't a goal race for me, it really didn't matter.
I made the registration cut off with a number in high 900s. I was about an hour early so I don't know if they reached the max or not. Lots of people for this road race.
We began at a beach, on a skinny asphalt path. The 10 and 20 milers began together so it was quite crowded but there was Championship Timing so nobody was pushing to the start too quickly.
The race was very nicely done; well organized, great water stops, a picturesque course, actually. There were aid stations every 2..yes, every 2 miles so I didn't carry liquids the first 20 miles. I wore my Nathan vest for gels. I used every aid station! It was real warm so I drank a couple of glasses of Gatorade and a couple of glasses of water at each stop. The two mile aid stations came up quickly. Each station had a theme; there was the White Bear Lake Dance Line and others. I recall the Dance Line because they were cheering madly and were very encouraging.
As I listened to conversations around me it became apparent that many were running their first 10 mile race as well as first timers at 20 miles. How inspiring! It was really fun to listen in on the worries, the experiences, the races they were training for.
One thing that was kind of cool: many of the homes around White Bear Lake have statues of white bears in their yards and hanging from their mailboxes.
The course went around the lake and before I knew it 10 miles were up and I was off for another 10. My first lap was 130. I made a note to now slow it down a bit so that I was up for an additional 22 miles.
When I came around to 20 miles the clock was at 311 I believe. I wasn't wearing a watch so I congratulated myself on being able to hold an accurate pace. I'll take all of the congratulations I can give myself!
As I crossed the finish line I removed my chip and had a couple of orange slices. I picked up my finishers bag and began to head to my car. As I was leaving the race I heard my name called. There was Dave Just, who I haven't even seen this summer. It was nice to see him. He was the only person I recognized at the race!
I walked to my car, dropped off my bag, filled two bottles with Heed, replaced the gels in my vest and headed out for another loop.
At aid station 1 they began to cheer for me, I said "oh, I'm done" then realized I had my number on. I took it off and threw it into the garbage, then noticed that there were still runners out there beginning their second loop.
I decided to put on my iPod and just enjoy the next 12, slow and steady.
When I finished my 30 miles there were still quite a few runners milling about the beach. I hung out for a few minutes and went out and back another mile, calling it a 50K.
I must say, when I first decided to run this race I had toyed with the idea of running it as a time trial for Twin Cities Marathon. I then decided against it and run it as a training run. I was tired at the finish and happy it was a slow training run!
The Bear Lake Run is a good one, I enjoyed it very much :)
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Tempo Run
Gee, two posts right in a row! I must be on a roll.
After having such a great track workout yesterday I was anxious to see what a tempo run would look like today. Normally I have an easier recovery day right after track, but Troy had football practice right after school, only giving me 1.5 hours. I didn't have time to come home, get Topaz and head out for the trail. I just ran 10 miles around the lake two times and then was on schedule to pick up Troy.
The tempo run was awesome! After a day of having my senses assaulted by the noise in the school office on the first day of students back to school I was certainly ready for a good long hard run. I warmed up slowly the first mile..then hit the next 4 miles at a 7:37 minute mile pace. I felt so good that I looked down at my watch and decided I could push it harder. I ran the next 4 miles at a 715 mile pace. What? I don't know. Whatever it is, it is good. GOOD I say. I have never run this fast. It just amazes me as to what the body can do with training. I began what, 12 weeks ago, on this speed schedule. It's made a big difference..was the Lean Horse 100 PR of 22:36 partly because of my tempo and track workouts? I'm beginning to think so. Maybe it was the hard training and not just good luck. Wow. How does a few hours of fast running each week equate to running a 100 mile ultra faster, though? To run faster you need to run faster. Is that it?
Matt Patten: you left a comment that you hear this comment: I remember when Julie Berg was slow. I smiled at that comment. Thanks. It made me feel good.
This just goes to show you dear readers that if you are struggling and feeling slow, you can get faster! You don't have to be genetically gifted, you don't have to be lucky, you can work hard and get results! Isn't that fantastic? It makes us equal. We can work hard and get faster. I love it. I truly love it.
After having such a great track workout yesterday I was anxious to see what a tempo run would look like today. Normally I have an easier recovery day right after track, but Troy had football practice right after school, only giving me 1.5 hours. I didn't have time to come home, get Topaz and head out for the trail. I just ran 10 miles around the lake two times and then was on schedule to pick up Troy.
The tempo run was awesome! After a day of having my senses assaulted by the noise in the school office on the first day of students back to school I was certainly ready for a good long hard run. I warmed up slowly the first mile..then hit the next 4 miles at a 7:37 minute mile pace. I felt so good that I looked down at my watch and decided I could push it harder. I ran the next 4 miles at a 715 mile pace. What? I don't know. Whatever it is, it is good. GOOD I say. I have never run this fast. It just amazes me as to what the body can do with training. I began what, 12 weeks ago, on this speed schedule. It's made a big difference..was the Lean Horse 100 PR of 22:36 partly because of my tempo and track workouts? I'm beginning to think so. Maybe it was the hard training and not just good luck. Wow. How does a few hours of fast running each week equate to running a 100 mile ultra faster, though? To run faster you need to run faster. Is that it?
Matt Patten: you left a comment that you hear this comment: I remember when Julie Berg was slow. I smiled at that comment. Thanks. It made me feel good.
This just goes to show you dear readers that if you are struggling and feeling slow, you can get faster! You don't have to be genetically gifted, you don't have to be lucky, you can work hard and get results! Isn't that fantastic? It makes us equal. We can work hard and get faster. I love it. I truly love it.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Thank You!
Wow. Thank you for all of the kind comments. I had no idea that my last post would have so many of you posting comments and sending emails. I appreciate it very very much. I love that I am able to inspire so many of you. THIS is why I blog!
When I first began running I didn't have a blog to follow or another 'real' live person to inspire me. I didn't know any runners. I read all that I could about running and eventually began to plan a race a month, a 5K or 10K, so that I would have a reason to run every day.
Now there are many many runners who have blogs out in cyberspace, and I'm sure, many to draw inspiration from. I'm grateful that I am able to inspire some of you.
My recovery from Lean Horse has been absolutely amazing. For two days following the race I was absolutely sick to my stomach. On Sunday all that I could get down was a piece of dry toast. On Monday was able to get down some trail mix but that is it. I did drink a ton of water. My brain told me to eat or drink a good recovery meal but my stomach said no, no! I went with my stomach.
Because I ate next to nothing I thought that my recovery would suffer. This didn't happen at all. I didn't have any muscle soreness, I had absolutely NO swelling, NO bloat. Amazing! I am normally a good 10 pounds heavier post 100 but not this time. I weighed exactly what I weighed before the race as after the race. Amazing again. I walked on Tuesday but on Wednesday I was running again.
Normally after a 100 I suffer from an intense, itchy, dry skin. My skin begins to flake on my face, eventually covering my whole body. I imagine this is due to dehydration. After this race I only suffered a bit of flaking upon my face, otherwise I was clear. I did a dry brush to cleanse the toxins for my sking but there was hardly any dry skin from the post race recovery. Amazing.
I wonder if all of the nutrients/moisture in the high raw/all vegan diet are making this difference in my skin..or if my body has just adapted to the 100 mile runs, making recovery easier.
I'm looking forward to Javelina Jundred! This year the race is held on Halloween. I see Caballo Blanco (Born to Run) is listed. In communicating with Jamil (RD JJ), I learned that Jamil has run with the Tarahumara Indians in Copper Canyon. Now Micah True is coming to run Javelina Jundred.
Have a great day!
When I first began running I didn't have a blog to follow or another 'real' live person to inspire me. I didn't know any runners. I read all that I could about running and eventually began to plan a race a month, a 5K or 10K, so that I would have a reason to run every day.
Now there are many many runners who have blogs out in cyberspace, and I'm sure, many to draw inspiration from. I'm grateful that I am able to inspire some of you.
My recovery from Lean Horse has been absolutely amazing. For two days following the race I was absolutely sick to my stomach. On Sunday all that I could get down was a piece of dry toast. On Monday was able to get down some trail mix but that is it. I did drink a ton of water. My brain told me to eat or drink a good recovery meal but my stomach said no, no! I went with my stomach.
Because I ate next to nothing I thought that my recovery would suffer. This didn't happen at all. I didn't have any muscle soreness, I had absolutely NO swelling, NO bloat. Amazing! I am normally a good 10 pounds heavier post 100 but not this time. I weighed exactly what I weighed before the race as after the race. Amazing again. I walked on Tuesday but on Wednesday I was running again.
Normally after a 100 I suffer from an intense, itchy, dry skin. My skin begins to flake on my face, eventually covering my whole body. I imagine this is due to dehydration. After this race I only suffered a bit of flaking upon my face, otherwise I was clear. I did a dry brush to cleanse the toxins for my sking but there was hardly any dry skin from the post race recovery. Amazing.
I wonder if all of the nutrients/moisture in the high raw/all vegan diet are making this difference in my skin..or if my body has just adapted to the 100 mile runs, making recovery easier.
I'm looking forward to Javelina Jundred! This year the race is held on Halloween. I see Caballo Blanco (Born to Run) is listed. In communicating with Jamil (RD JJ), I learned that Jamil has run with the Tarahumara Indians in Copper Canyon. Now Micah True is coming to run Javelina Jundred.
Have a great day!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Lean Horse 100 Mile Trail Run: Am I Dreaming?
I feel very emotional today; in a good way. Tears of relief and amazement. I find myself feeling overwhelmed, feeling gratitude and joy. Yesterday on the drive home from Lean Horse I was feeling numb and feeling relief. I had an absolutely fabulous trip to Lean Horse and an even better race. The outcome was better than I ever dreamed was possible. That is one of my (many) shortcomings. I don't always dream big enough or set my goals high enough.
I have been training hard for Lean Horse. I have been adding in speed workouts at the track, hills at the ski hill and tempo runs. As I have stated before, the track workouts and tempo runs are new to me. I haven't run them consistently in the past. I wasn't sure if it would make a difference in a 100 miler.
Some people run 30-50 miles a week and can finish 100's, I and others (I think?) run 80-100 miles a week in preparation. Some don't run speed or hill works, some of do. This is such an individualized sport, I think an 100 mile runner needs to experiment with what works. We are each so different.
Because I post publicly my training, my race results, my eating patterns, etc. I receive constructive criticism and some not so constructive criticism. The negative: I've been told that I over train. That I run too much, that I put in too many 'junk' miles with Topaz on my daily runs, that hills, speed and tempo don't go together, that I need to eat a high carbohydrate (processed) diet to recover, that I shouldn't eat a high raw, vegan diet, that I shouldn't lift, that I should put away the crutch (iPod) and run like a real woman.
I also receive many comments that are quite positive. The love I have for running, the passion that I feel for the running lifestyle, the time I spend with my boys, that I am open to trying new things, that I am willing to reach out to beginners and show them that they, too, can run and follow their dream.
I often wonder why I blog. I began blogging 5 years ago, before blogging was what everyone was doing. I began to blog while trying to change my body from a 23% body fat form to a leaner body at sub 10%. I thought I could shed some light on the process, share the journey and see what the outcome would be on the other side. Pretty soon this blog changed from a Body For Life journey to a Julie Journey. I grew into a runner, into an ultra runner, I changed from the inside to the outside, I have grown as a person and many of you dear readers have followed my journey. I think that I now blog to show the beginning runners, the people that aren't quite sure of themselves, those of us that trying to reach our goals..that we can! We can put our mind to what we want to do, we can set our goals and we can achieve them!
For quite some time I was the last place runner (Ice Age and Voyager), fighting the cut offs and barely finishing. It's OK. It's OK to be last! The winners are those of us who are standing at the start line, stretching out of our comfort zone, getting out there, trying it, dreaming it, doing it.
I had such a shock when I realized that people that I knew in real life read this blog and I was just never comfortable knowing that. Strange, I know. Now that time has passed on I am finally comfortable knowing that those that I know in real life are reading this blog. Now that others are blogging I guess I am not so embarrassed by it. I think I am going to change my tune, I'm going to write knowing that many of my readers are people that I know, that I have met in races, etc. and I am OK with this. I am now going to celebrate that you, dear readers, are out here, reading this blog and must be enjoying it, or you wouldn't be here. Thank you for being a part of my journey.
OK, I'm going off course here. this is going to be a post about Lean Horse, really, I will get there. I'm just feeling so many emotions right now.
For so long I have felt like an impostor runner. You know, I put in the miles, I am coaching, I'm passionate and loving the running lifestyle..but yet, I felt like maybe I was an impostor..the feelings of inadequacy, the feelings of not being a 'real' runner. I was expressing these feelings to a friend this weekend and realized how absurd this was! I have finished 14 100 mile races. The first only 5 years ago. I think that qualifies me as a 'real' runner, one that can give advice when asked, etc. What a concept, hu?
OK.. Lean Horse 100 Mile Trail Run. What a Trip, Man.
This will be long..so scroll to the end for the outcome if you prefer.
I was very excited to travel with Tom, Nancy and Alicia. We travelled to Ice Age and Vermont together and had a wonderful time. I knew it would be just as fun, and it was. Fabulous. We get along well together, we have a similar lifestyle, it's all good.
Having never been away from home before for a full five nights I had many preparations to take care of for my family. I really don't need to do all that I do, but I like to take care of all that I can. I made a few pans of lasagna, about 20 burritos, a big pot of chicken dumpling soup, a bunch of pancakes. They weren't going to get hungry while I was away!
The only guilt I felt about leaving was that Tyler began his first day of college (PSEO as a Senior in High School) yesterday and I would miss it. Tyler gave me a huge eye roll when I told him I felt bad about not being home when he would be going off to his first class. He told me it was no big deal and that I could send him off on day two. I did that this morning.
As I left my driveway on Wednesday morning I saw that a light was lit up on my dashboard that I hadn't seen before. It didn't blink off, it stayed on. After a few miles I pulled over and looked at my manual. Damn. The manual showed me that the light meant that the air pressure was low in one of my tires. Tom and Nancy's was about 35 miles away, I didn't want to risk a flat tire on the way. I turned around and headed back home. I saw that I needed 44 pounds of pressure in my tire. The gauge told me I only had 19 pounds. I figured out how to put in the air and watched it inflate. OK, back on the road. I was glad that I always leave early so that I won't be late for 'just in case' emergencies. There was a bit of early morning rush hour traffic but I did make my arrival at 6 AM as scheduled.
Tom had a Pathfinder for our trip; it was a great vehicle to pack all of our stuff into. We packed in my items and went off to pick up Alicia. After a stop at Caribou we were hitting the road.
A few stops for potty breaks, lunch of a fabulous salad that I brought along, a hike through the Badlands, and pretty soon we were in Rapid City, our first destination, about 10 hours later. We had an awesome hike up Harney Peak, another great picnic of Nancy's fruits and veggies, spent some time some Custer Park and headed off to Hot Springs on Friday.
South Dakota is Beef Country. I've been eating a mostly raw/all vegan diet for the past 6 weeks. I felt wonderful and wasn't about to change this. My traveling companions did not bat an eye when I told them how I was eating. They embraced it. Wonderful! We found a restaurant in Hot Springs with a salad bar. A salad bar of iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes! Oh, and veggie soup. I had two cups. Back at the room we had our stash of veggies and fruits. Thank goodness.
It was hot in Hot Springs. My iPhone was showing me that the Saturday high was 93, Sunday was 96. It was very warm and quite windy. I felt like I was in a blow dryer. Now I like heat, but running 100 miles in this heat and on this exposed trail was kind of worrying me.
We scouted part of the race course. The course is an out and back; beginning in Hot Springs, up to Hill City and back to Hot Springs. The first 16 miles is upon a rolling gravel road, much like the road I run upon near our cabin on Lake Vermillion. Lots of hills with a chunkier gravel. After the 16 miles of gravel we would run upon the Michaelson Trail for the remainder of the course, up to the 50 mile turnaround in Hill City and back on home. The trail would go through the cities of Custer and Pringle, along the highway for quite some time, even past the Crazy Horse monument. We were told that the course had a net gain of 2000 some feet on the way out so I was looking forward to the way back, figuring it would be all downhill and easy going.
100 miles is never easy going.
Race day! After sleeping for a good hard 5 hours I awoke at 3 AM and couldn't fall back to sleep.I I began to complete the visualization/affirmation exercises I had been practicing since reading Running Within. I did this for about an hour and then climbed out of bed for the pre race rituals of breakfast, Foot Potion, dressing, bottle and vest. I decided on one 24 oz handheld and my Nathan Vest without hydration, just the pockets for gels and things (thanks to Krissy Moehl!), a skirt, tank top and hat. I decided to wear Ascis Gel Kayano road shoes instead of trail since there were no roots or rocks on the trail. This was not a Superior Sawtooth!
Alicia and I, Tom and Nancy walked over to the start and began to visit with everyone. We had about a half an hour to start time. The high was still forecast in the mid 90's, the low in the mid 70's, pretty warm. There were quite a few Minnesotans at the race. Wynn Davis, Zac Pierce, Matt Long (WI), Eric, Kel and Helen Lavin were running the 50 mile, Steve Quick, Daryl Saari, John Taylor, Pierre Ostor, Dawn Long (WI), Alicia Gordon, and myself were running the 100. It was fun to see so many familiar faces. There were 28 women entered in the 100! How exciting!
The first four miles took out us through and out of Hot Springs, we followed markers up to Aid Station 1 at a campground at the four mile mark. I don't think anyone was wearing sleeves by this time, already 70F and 630 AM. Yikes. I filled up my bottle and mosied along the way, remembering the warning relating to the rattlesnakes upon the course as I ran through the grassy field up to Argyle Road.
Argyle Road is approximately 11 miles of rolling gravel through cattle farms. I hooked up with Dale from Texas who was running his first 50 mile and Jenny from New Jersey who was running her 9th 100. AS 2 (11 miles) came along and I found that a box of raisins sounded good. I sucked back a gel and placed the raisins in my vest.
As we were running along Jenny and I were talking about our past races, our favorites and our goals for today. She mentioned 20-22 hours and I just became scared. She voiced the 22 hour that I was kind of hoping for but hadn't said out loud. My 100 mile PR is at Javelina Jundred at 23:13 but I was too afraid to think 22 something. I was hoping for a PR, but thought 24-25 was more of a reality and of course the main goal was a finish. As we were talking I re planned my goals. I was now going to strive 1) 22:45, 2) 23:12 and 3) 29:59. Jenny helped me to reach higher.
At AS 3 (16.6 miles) there was crew and drop bag access. As I was coming in I glanced at my watch and think it said 3:08. I was planning on reaching AS 3 in 4 hours. A bit ahead of schedule, but I was feeling great and not pushing at all. I had walked all of the hills. Tom was sitting in his chair, Nancy was taking pictures, Lynn was crewing for Daryl, Jen for Zac; it was great to see familiar faces. I filled up my bottle, dumped gel packs, grabbed another box of raisins and grabbed gels from my bag. I was in and out of the AS in less than a minute as I was most of the AS during the race. No time to linger.
After this station we were running on the Mickelson Trail; a slight upgrade but it seemed like it was going down hill. I kept looking in back of me to see if I was going up or down. It was really strange. I knew that the course should be going up hill but it wasn't hard to run, so I ran, passing many runners and thinking to myself maybe I should be walking? I decided to just do what felt good: run.
Before I knew it I was at mile 20 AS. I couldn't believe 20 miles had already passed. I was drinking more than I had anticipated. I was wondering if one 24 ounce bottle was going to be sufficient. I didn't think it would be. I was sweating quite a bit, too. I hadn't peed at all so that was a concern. I didn't feel hot yet, but was getting there. Someone told me it was 85F. I didn't want to know that. I began to see the 50K runners coming back but I didn't know any of them. They looked hot.
The course seemed that it was going uphill but it didn't seem very steep so I was able to run most of it. I was beginning to worry about the heat. Mile 24 brought Pringle AS. I clicked my heels together in excitement! 24 miles and I felt great, I was happy, I was high on the endorphins. Pringle is a small town, mostly a trailer court and a few bars. My drop bag was here so I grabbed more gels from it, had my bottle filled and grabbed another box of raisins. I also ate a few slices of potato with salt added. Now I was hot. I felt like I was running in a blow dryer.
As I left Pringle I began to think about Pierre. He has run Badwater a number of times, most recently finishing this past July. I knew he was out on the course today and began to think that this is nothing compared to the Badwater heat. He runs 135 miles upon asphalt at 125F. I could run 100 miles at 100F. Get going and quit complaining!
During this next section I saw Wynn approach, the 50 mile lead man. Unfortunately Wynn suffered cramps and had to drop at mile 36. This must have happened shortly after I saw him. Pretty soon I saw Helen Lavin! First 50 Mile woman approaching. Helen went on to WIN the 50 Mile race OUTRIGHT. Yeah, she beat all the boys. She broke the woman's course record, too. She's a rockstar.
I wasn't keeping track of my fluids from mile 24 to 30. I was thirsty and drinking without rationing. Before I knew it I only had 4 or so ounces left in my bottle. I looked at my Garmin 50 and saw that I still had approximately 3 miles to go to the next AS. Damn. How could I make such an error? How could I run without two bottles? I knew it was going to be in the 90's (it was the 100's). I didn't take any S or E caps because usually HammerHeed is enough. Hammerheed wasn't on the course, Poweraid was. These temperatures weren't usual. Luckily I had Alicia place two packets of caps in my vest on our way out to the start for just in case. It was just in case time. I began to walk at mile 27 because I could feel my stomach begin to cramp. I hadn't had this happen before. I could imagine my body organs looking for water and not finding any. I could picture my stomach rolling upon itself, begging for water. I sipped a bit of water every 8 minutes.
I was in a line of about 5 people. We were all hot and thirsty. Most of us were walking. A man on a bike came toward us and the man in front of me begged him for water. The man on the bike stated he didn't have very much but that he could give him a few ounces. I was surprised the runner even asked for any. It was our own fault that we ran out. We should have planned better. I didn't ask for any. I continued on, walking, because I was afraid to tax my body any more than it already was. Here I was, 28 miles now into the race and I was already dehydrated and putting my race finish in jeopardy. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid. Was I going to be able to come back from this? Geeze.
Finally, thank God, finally I saw Carroll Creek AS at mile 30. Good grief I was dieing of heat and thirst. I stood at the aid station table and filled my 24 oz bottle with cold water. I guzzled it down. I then refilled it drank down another. I was still thirsty. I drank 10 ounces of cold coke and 5 ounces of cold iced tea. I couldn't get enough. My stomach was bulging out from my skirt and my top. Oh well. I didn't feel sick, or stuffed, just thirsty. I asked the woman if she had a spare bottle..I'd take anything. She didn't so we looked through the garbage for a bottle someone may have thrown away. I found a discarded Aquafina bottle, without a cap. I didn't care. I told her I'd fill it and just put my hand over it as I ran. I figured if I was going to get the flu or something it would happen after the race. If I didn't have another bottle I may not make it to the end of the race. That wasn't going to happen.
I filled both bottles, grabbed a box of raisins, a few slices of potato and walked out of the aid station, so relieved that I had water and was no longer thirsty. I walked another half mile, letting my body drink in the water. I removed my vest and found the E caps Alicia had tucked into the back pocket. I took 4 of them, the first of the day. The first of the past few years. I could feel cramping in my calves and feet. I had to stop and work out the cramps. I had never had cramping before. I walked along, telling my body to use the water and salt that I gave to it, and hurry, because I'm ready to rock and roll. Pretty soon the cramping went away and I was running. Amazingly there was no sloshing in my stomach! I felt new life. I was going to recover and I was going to go on.
I began running and was so thankful for the water bottle and the E caps. AS Harbaugh at Custer was next at 35.5 miles. I was running alone, hadn't seen anyone in quite some time, I was just enjoying the race and enjoying the fact that I was able to run and that I had an adequate water supply!
At Harbaugh I had a drop bag so grabbed a few more gels, dropped off my empties and had both bottles filled. I saw Lynn waiting for Daryl; she asked if I could use anything so I told her E Caps. She dug out a pack for me and noticed my half assed bottle situation. I told her it was better than nothing!
I was feeling very good running out of Custer, the heat was unbearable but I tried to block it out and just kept on placing one foot in front of the other. I kept thinking that as I went north the temperatures would cool but they didn't. It was 97F as I left Custer. Egads.
Mile 40.5 AS and I couldn't believe it. I was recovered from the cramping and running well. I hadn't had to walk since miles 27-30 so I was feeling pretty strong. I kept on saying my affirmations out loud 'I am strong..I can run long'. I hadn't used my iPod yet, but I was getting about ready for it. I was breathing loudly because of the exertion of the heat, I believe. The AS volunteers were worried about each runner, making sure we had what we needed. At this point I asked for some ice for my hat. It felt awesome!
Before I knew it I began to see many runners coming back toward me. I knew I must be coming up on the turnaround. My watch had gone kaput on me so I didn't know what time it was or how many more miles I had inbetween aid stations. I wasn't so worried now that I had two bottles.
Sure enough, I came upon the final AS before the half way point, I just ran through and shouted my number as I knew the turn around was a half mile or so ahead and I would be right back. I saw Jenny, who I had run the early miles of Argyle Road with. She looked great, I was hoping she was on pace for 20-22 as I was not far behind her.
I turned around and headed back toward home! I was high high high, feeling so good, on my way home. I asked at the AS for the time and was told it was 4:30 PM. I made it 50 miles in 10.5 hours. I was feeling very good about that. My feet felt great, I had no aches or pains, I was good to go. It was early, but here I had my lights and warm clothing. I asked a volunteer to place my lights into my back vest pocket. I then filled my two bottles, grabbed a box of raisins and headed out. Then I came back. I decided to grab a long sleeved shirt for my vest just in case it became cool before I reached my next drop bag in 15 miles at Custer. It wasn't necessary. The volunteer rolled it up for me and placed it into my vest.
Off I went. I loved the out and back. It was nice to see John Taylor, only 15 or so minutes in back of me, fun to see all of the other runners heading for the turnaround. John had a PR Race, finishing in 23:something.
I came across Sue from Canada. She had contacted me about McNaughton and I saw her at Leadville, too. She's a great runner and person. She had hurt her knee at mile 20 and had been hiking since. She ran a 24 hour just two weeks ago and was feeling it. Get this: she PASSED me while she was hiking and I was running. I just cheered her on and said you go girl! She hiked for 40 freaking miles and finished 10 minutes before me, who ran the whole race but the three miles between 27-30. At mile 60 Sue was able to begin running again and I never saw her again until the finish. Great job, Sue!
On the way back to the next AS I saw Dawn Long, running her first 100. She was having difficutly with her stomach. She was knocking out the miles, making her way to the turn around.
I came upon Pierre. He gave me a huge smile and told me I was really moving along, told me to have a great race and to keep it up. I told him I was thinking about him running at Badwater while I was whining to myself about being warm. He was an inspiration to me. Pierre finished in 27 something.
Pretty soon I came upon Alicia. It was SO wonderful to see her! She had suffered through the heat of the morning and was on her way to the turn around. We gave one another a good luck hug and kiss and went on down the trail in opposite directions.
As I headed into Custer the sun began to set. It didn't feel quite as hot, the sun was losing some of it's steam. I crossed a street in Custer and noticed 4 deer in a front yard, eating out of the owner's garden. Too cute! I continued on, into the AS. As I stated my number (5), a woman spoke up: Julie Berg! Come over here! I have something for you! I'm wondering what in the world is she talking about. She pulls out a Nathan hand held! OH, happy days! I said Oh, I can throw away this garbage bottle? Yes, you can! I asked her who dropped it off. She told me a man. I assumed that Tom had dropped it for me after Alicia had seen what I was carrying. I assumed wrong. Get this: Here Lynn had told Nancy that I had a bad bottle, Nancy told Tom, Tom had a spare and Matt offered to drop it off at the AS for me. I was so grateful! A bottle with a lid, one that didn't leak! Woohoo! I dug into my drop bag and grabbed a jacket, asked a volunteer to pack it into my vest. I could see lightening in the distance. I was hoping that I wasn't going to run into a storm at this point.
I went off, feeling so happy that I had two working real running bottles! I felt like I was on fire, like I could run forever. The grade of the trail was going downhill, the running was easy. As I was going down the trail I noticed a big huge buck off of the trail. I counted his 12 points. I had my lamp on my head and was staring right at him. He didn't move. He stared me down. I finally drug my eyes away from him and continued on. He was beautiful.
I ran into mile 70, the aid station where the woman helped me find the used bottle. I thanked her over and over, telling her how grateful I was that she dug it out of the garbage for me. She saved my race.
I ran onto the next AS, Pringle. It was dark now, mile 75 or so. I was still running the race solo. There was nobody near me. I saw no headlamps in front or back of me. I just kept on running, running as well as I could which wasn't too bad. I was feeling good. Pringle was kind of freaky. Trailer Courts and bars. I could hear loud drinking voices in the distance and just felt weird, out there running through town alone in my pink and black skirt and tank top. I would turn off my lamp when I came near a group of people that were not involved in the race.
Pretty soon I heard "Julie, is that you" Yeah, it was Helen! What a treat. Helen and Eric were there, with my drop bag in hand. It was just a treat. Helen asked what I needed, I told her caffeine gels from my bag and vaseline. She was right on it. She placed all that I asked for in front of me and made it so easy for me. Eric asked if I knew how the 50 mile race ended. No, I didn't. He told me Helen broke the woman's course record and WON the race outright! Woohoo. Way to go Helen girl. Eric finished the 50 mile, too. They were fabulous. I spent a few minutes in the AS, longer than I had the whole race, so I had to get out of there. I said my goodbyes, congratulations and thank yous and headed out into the darkness. Alone.
Mile 80 was coming up next. During the whole race I was thinking about mile 80. I knew that once 80 came I was nearing the end. I didn't want to get too excited yet, but boy, I was feeling great about it. I was cooling a bit, now it was in the 80's and the sky was FULL of stars. I could see the big and little dipper and make out some of the other constellations. I loved it. I was running hard .. well, as hard as running feels as mile 80! I was now singing to Ozzie and enjoying it all. As I came upon the AS I turned my iPod off as well as my light. I approached the AS and heard all of this clapping. Wow, I grinned, feeling kind of foolish that all of this clapping was for me. As I came up closer and could make out faces I noticed one of the people there was Nancy! Oh what a treat! Nancy, Tom, Alicia, Helen and Eric were all there clapping and supporting me. It was amazing. I didn't stay more than a minute. Enough time to grab a box of raisins, fill my bottle, give hugs and thank yous and move on out of there.
I left the AS feeling real good emotionally, but real tired physically. The bottoms of my feet were so tired and achy. I kept telling myself you made 80 miles! 83, 89, 96 AS and you are home! Come on Jul, keep on moving.
Pretty soon I was at mile 83. Wow. I couldn't believe I was here. Back at Argyle. I had thought about being back at Argyle all during the race and what it would mean to me. It would mean that I was going to make it. It would mean that I was on the final leg of the race. My final drop bag and onto Argyle Road. Wow. Surreal.
I made my way onto Argyle and still didn't see any lights! There were a few cars so the road was dusty and I couldn't see at all through the thick dust and my headlamp. It was horrible. The gravel was big and chunky and felt like it was cutting into my feet. I had to laugh. I imagined this portion would be all downhill, that I'd be running like the wind. In reality there were big climbs, then the downhills came but I couldn't run the whole downs. I would have to take a walk break half way down due to being exhausted! I cursed myself and told myself this is downhill baby, run, run! I didn't have a clue as to what time it was. There wasn't a hint of light in the sky so I knew it wasn't near 6 AM yet. Hmmm..how close to 24 hours am I?
I noticed a gal up in front of me walking the down hills. She looked pretty sore. She had a car driving along by her side, he was kicking up so much dust that I couldn't see the road. As I passed her I saw AS at mile 89.9 Holy crap. Now I'm getting excited. I'm going to finish this hot bastard. I only had one bottle filled here and asked the volunteer to place the other in my pack. I had a gel and was on my way out.
Running about two miles out of the AS I could hear a vehicle in back of me. I went to the side of the road to let him pass, a bit in the ditch. As I stepped down I noticed that I stepped into a snake!! It was curled into the shape of an 8 and I stepped right into the middle of it, onto the gravel. I looked down and quickly jumped out of the snake, back onto the road. The truck pulled over and asked if I was bit. No, I said I didn't have a bite. He told me he could hear it's rattle, that it was a rattlesnake. I told him I was pretending that it wasn't. He removed a shovel from his truck and shoveled the snake off of the road. He told me to be careful. Sure. One more thing to worry about.
I just wanted this done. I was tired and sore and sick and tired of this whole race. I was stinky and hot and icky. I wanted a shower and my bed. Be happy, you did it! You are finishing! Quit complaining, just put one foot in front of the other.
As I came into the final AS I went numb. I couldn't really believe that I had come this far in these hot conditions. The woman at the AS told me it was still 75F. She had a clock radio showing the time of 340. Is it 340 AM? Really? Oh my god. I'm going to break 24 hours. I have 4 miles left. I can break 23 hours. Oh my god. I can do this.
I filled my bottle and was on my way. This was it. I was so tired but I knew I was finishing. I looked for markers out of the campground into the town of Hot Springs. Many of the markings were on the ground, in the ditch, as cars moved them. They were glow necklaces placed upon the road. I became nervous, thinking I wouldn't find my way through the town. I tried to remember the way. Crew drove by and caused dust to cover up my light. It was horrible. I couldn't see. I continued on and was able to find my way. Pretty soon I saw the Evans Plunge pool. I remembered looking at my watch on the way out and seeing the Evans Plunge was 2 miles from the start. Oh my gosh, I'm almost done! I continued running the asphalt through town, hearing parties in the background, smelling cigarette smoke and hearing noise. I was kind of nervous, running through town alone at this hour. I continued on, knowing that I'd be finished soon.
Sure enough, there was the Dairy Queen, the hotel we were staying at, the Civic Center. Amen. Amen. Under the FINISH LINE banner. Done. A lone woman was sitting at the table with a clock. 22:36. Oh my god. I told her I was 5. She stood up and clapped and told me she was the cheering committe. I was numb. Just numb. I walked into the Civic Center, through the front door and across the parking lot to the hotel. I was so happy, so relived to be done with this furnace of a race. As I unlocked our room door I couldn't believe it when I saw Alicia standing, getting ready to leave. She couldn't believe I was at the door! Pretty soon there was Tom and Nancy. They had all woke up to see me finish at the finish line, but I beat them. They thought I'd finish at 23 hours or so. I was so flattered to see that they were going to get out of bed at this early of an hour just to watch me finish. Amazing, it truly is. Pretty soon Helen and Eric arrive. Oh my gosh, I was just stunned. Eric is a good friend of Helen's, I had just met him for the first time at dinner the day before. Amazing. I am truly blessed.
We talked and reminisced about the race, the last 20 miles, laying upon the beds, enjoying the accomplishment. Eventually everyone went back to bed and I hit the shower. It felt so good to wash the days dirt, grit, filth and heat from my body. I didn't have any chafing, hardly any muscle soreness, no Advil necessary during the whole race. My stomach was very upset. I had no appetitie or thirst. I just laid upon my bed, thinking about the accomplishment I had achieved. I couldn't believe it. 22:36.
If Jenny Chow hadn't run with me in those early miles, chatting about our experiences and goals, I don't know if I would have set mine so high. You know, I don't really have any other multiple 100 mile woman runners as friends. I don't train with others. It was really nice to talk with her, to talk as 100 mile runner to 100 mile runner. I don't think I have done that before. She made me realize that I am an experienced ultra runner, that I am worthy of setting high goals, that I can achieve them. Thank you, Jenny. You inspired me to reach higher.
I woke up around 930 and my stomach was just nasty. I had no appetite. I walked out to the finish line and watched the runners come in. It was already 85F and sunny as could be. Amazingly hot. I was so glad I wasn't out there anymore.
Tom, Nancy, Alicia, Pierre, John, Dawn, Matt and I sat in the grass watching finishers arrive. Pierre and John headed back to Minneapolis and we stayed for the lunch and awards at 12. We added Lynn and Daryl, who also finished the 100, and listened to the awards. I went home with a Sub 24 Buckle and a 3rd Woman Age Group Award. I haven't yet seen the results so I'm not sure where I placed overall.
It was a hell of a hard day, but so worth it. I'm so grateful to Tom, Nancy, Alicia, Helen, Eric, Matt, Pierre, Lynn all of you volunteers and Jerry, our Race Director. What a day. What a memory. What a race.
I feel so good today. My coworkers commented that I didn't look sore or stiff today, that I didn't look tired. I don't! I feel great. The bottoms of my feet are sore but that is about it. After work today Topaz and I walked the trail for 5 miles, it felt great to stretch my legs after sitting all day. I don't know. This vegan thing seems to be working pretty damn well.
The trip home was safe and sound, the only catch was my tire was completely flat upon arrival to Tom and Nancy's. I bought new tires for my car today!
I still can't believe it. What a race.
Oh no. The spell checking isn't working on this. I apologize!
I'll post pictures this evening. Time to get some dinner cooked for this hungry family of mine :)
I have been training hard for Lean Horse. I have been adding in speed workouts at the track, hills at the ski hill and tempo runs. As I have stated before, the track workouts and tempo runs are new to me. I haven't run them consistently in the past. I wasn't sure if it would make a difference in a 100 miler.
Some people run 30-50 miles a week and can finish 100's, I and others (I think?) run 80-100 miles a week in preparation. Some don't run speed or hill works, some of do. This is such an individualized sport, I think an 100 mile runner needs to experiment with what works. We are each so different.
Because I post publicly my training, my race results, my eating patterns, etc. I receive constructive criticism and some not so constructive criticism. The negative: I've been told that I over train. That I run too much, that I put in too many 'junk' miles with Topaz on my daily runs, that hills, speed and tempo don't go together, that I need to eat a high carbohydrate (processed) diet to recover, that I shouldn't eat a high raw, vegan diet, that I shouldn't lift, that I should put away the crutch (iPod) and run like a real woman.
I also receive many comments that are quite positive. The love I have for running, the passion that I feel for the running lifestyle, the time I spend with my boys, that I am open to trying new things, that I am willing to reach out to beginners and show them that they, too, can run and follow their dream.
I often wonder why I blog. I began blogging 5 years ago, before blogging was what everyone was doing. I began to blog while trying to change my body from a 23% body fat form to a leaner body at sub 10%. I thought I could shed some light on the process, share the journey and see what the outcome would be on the other side. Pretty soon this blog changed from a Body For Life journey to a Julie Journey. I grew into a runner, into an ultra runner, I changed from the inside to the outside, I have grown as a person and many of you dear readers have followed my journey. I think that I now blog to show the beginning runners, the people that aren't quite sure of themselves, those of us that trying to reach our goals..that we can! We can put our mind to what we want to do, we can set our goals and we can achieve them!
For quite some time I was the last place runner (Ice Age and Voyager), fighting the cut offs and barely finishing. It's OK. It's OK to be last! The winners are those of us who are standing at the start line, stretching out of our comfort zone, getting out there, trying it, dreaming it, doing it.
I had such a shock when I realized that people that I knew in real life read this blog and I was just never comfortable knowing that. Strange, I know. Now that time has passed on I am finally comfortable knowing that those that I know in real life are reading this blog. Now that others are blogging I guess I am not so embarrassed by it. I think I am going to change my tune, I'm going to write knowing that many of my readers are people that I know, that I have met in races, etc. and I am OK with this. I am now going to celebrate that you, dear readers, are out here, reading this blog and must be enjoying it, or you wouldn't be here. Thank you for being a part of my journey.
OK, I'm going off course here. this is going to be a post about Lean Horse, really, I will get there. I'm just feeling so many emotions right now.
For so long I have felt like an impostor runner. You know, I put in the miles, I am coaching, I'm passionate and loving the running lifestyle..but yet, I felt like maybe I was an impostor..the feelings of inadequacy, the feelings of not being a 'real' runner. I was expressing these feelings to a friend this weekend and realized how absurd this was! I have finished 14 100 mile races. The first only 5 years ago. I think that qualifies me as a 'real' runner, one that can give advice when asked, etc. What a concept, hu?
OK.. Lean Horse 100 Mile Trail Run. What a Trip, Man.
This will be long..so scroll to the end for the outcome if you prefer.
I was very excited to travel with Tom, Nancy and Alicia. We travelled to Ice Age and Vermont together and had a wonderful time. I knew it would be just as fun, and it was. Fabulous. We get along well together, we have a similar lifestyle, it's all good.
Having never been away from home before for a full five nights I had many preparations to take care of for my family. I really don't need to do all that I do, but I like to take care of all that I can. I made a few pans of lasagna, about 20 burritos, a big pot of chicken dumpling soup, a bunch of pancakes. They weren't going to get hungry while I was away!
The only guilt I felt about leaving was that Tyler began his first day of college (PSEO as a Senior in High School) yesterday and I would miss it. Tyler gave me a huge eye roll when I told him I felt bad about not being home when he would be going off to his first class. He told me it was no big deal and that I could send him off on day two. I did that this morning.
As I left my driveway on Wednesday morning I saw that a light was lit up on my dashboard that I hadn't seen before. It didn't blink off, it stayed on. After a few miles I pulled over and looked at my manual. Damn. The manual showed me that the light meant that the air pressure was low in one of my tires. Tom and Nancy's was about 35 miles away, I didn't want to risk a flat tire on the way. I turned around and headed back home. I saw that I needed 44 pounds of pressure in my tire. The gauge told me I only had 19 pounds. I figured out how to put in the air and watched it inflate. OK, back on the road. I was glad that I always leave early so that I won't be late for 'just in case' emergencies. There was a bit of early morning rush hour traffic but I did make my arrival at 6 AM as scheduled.
Tom had a Pathfinder for our trip; it was a great vehicle to pack all of our stuff into. We packed in my items and went off to pick up Alicia. After a stop at Caribou we were hitting the road.
A few stops for potty breaks, lunch of a fabulous salad that I brought along, a hike through the Badlands, and pretty soon we were in Rapid City, our first destination, about 10 hours later. We had an awesome hike up Harney Peak, another great picnic of Nancy's fruits and veggies, spent some time some Custer Park and headed off to Hot Springs on Friday.
South Dakota is Beef Country. I've been eating a mostly raw/all vegan diet for the past 6 weeks. I felt wonderful and wasn't about to change this. My traveling companions did not bat an eye when I told them how I was eating. They embraced it. Wonderful! We found a restaurant in Hot Springs with a salad bar. A salad bar of iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes! Oh, and veggie soup. I had two cups. Back at the room we had our stash of veggies and fruits. Thank goodness.
It was hot in Hot Springs. My iPhone was showing me that the Saturday high was 93, Sunday was 96. It was very warm and quite windy. I felt like I was in a blow dryer. Now I like heat, but running 100 miles in this heat and on this exposed trail was kind of worrying me.
We scouted part of the race course. The course is an out and back; beginning in Hot Springs, up to Hill City and back to Hot Springs. The first 16 miles is upon a rolling gravel road, much like the road I run upon near our cabin on Lake Vermillion. Lots of hills with a chunkier gravel. After the 16 miles of gravel we would run upon the Michaelson Trail for the remainder of the course, up to the 50 mile turnaround in Hill City and back on home. The trail would go through the cities of Custer and Pringle, along the highway for quite some time, even past the Crazy Horse monument. We were told that the course had a net gain of 2000 some feet on the way out so I was looking forward to the way back, figuring it would be all downhill and easy going.
100 miles is never easy going.
Race day! After sleeping for a good hard 5 hours I awoke at 3 AM and couldn't fall back to sleep.I I began to complete the visualization/affirmation exercises I had been practicing since reading Running Within. I did this for about an hour and then climbed out of bed for the pre race rituals of breakfast, Foot Potion, dressing, bottle and vest. I decided on one 24 oz handheld and my Nathan Vest without hydration, just the pockets for gels and things (thanks to Krissy Moehl!), a skirt, tank top and hat. I decided to wear Ascis Gel Kayano road shoes instead of trail since there were no roots or rocks on the trail. This was not a Superior Sawtooth!
Alicia and I, Tom and Nancy walked over to the start and began to visit with everyone. We had about a half an hour to start time. The high was still forecast in the mid 90's, the low in the mid 70's, pretty warm. There were quite a few Minnesotans at the race. Wynn Davis, Zac Pierce, Matt Long (WI), Eric, Kel and Helen Lavin were running the 50 mile, Steve Quick, Daryl Saari, John Taylor, Pierre Ostor, Dawn Long (WI), Alicia Gordon, and myself were running the 100. It was fun to see so many familiar faces. There were 28 women entered in the 100! How exciting!
The first four miles took out us through and out of Hot Springs, we followed markers up to Aid Station 1 at a campground at the four mile mark. I don't think anyone was wearing sleeves by this time, already 70F and 630 AM. Yikes. I filled up my bottle and mosied along the way, remembering the warning relating to the rattlesnakes upon the course as I ran through the grassy field up to Argyle Road.
Argyle Road is approximately 11 miles of rolling gravel through cattle farms. I hooked up with Dale from Texas who was running his first 50 mile and Jenny from New Jersey who was running her 9th 100. AS 2 (11 miles) came along and I found that a box of raisins sounded good. I sucked back a gel and placed the raisins in my vest.
As we were running along Jenny and I were talking about our past races, our favorites and our goals for today. She mentioned 20-22 hours and I just became scared. She voiced the 22 hour that I was kind of hoping for but hadn't said out loud. My 100 mile PR is at Javelina Jundred at 23:13 but I was too afraid to think 22 something. I was hoping for a PR, but thought 24-25 was more of a reality and of course the main goal was a finish. As we were talking I re planned my goals. I was now going to strive 1) 22:45, 2) 23:12 and 3) 29:59. Jenny helped me to reach higher.
At AS 3 (16.6 miles) there was crew and drop bag access. As I was coming in I glanced at my watch and think it said 3:08. I was planning on reaching AS 3 in 4 hours. A bit ahead of schedule, but I was feeling great and not pushing at all. I had walked all of the hills. Tom was sitting in his chair, Nancy was taking pictures, Lynn was crewing for Daryl, Jen for Zac; it was great to see familiar faces. I filled up my bottle, dumped gel packs, grabbed another box of raisins and grabbed gels from my bag. I was in and out of the AS in less than a minute as I was most of the AS during the race. No time to linger.
After this station we were running on the Mickelson Trail; a slight upgrade but it seemed like it was going down hill. I kept looking in back of me to see if I was going up or down. It was really strange. I knew that the course should be going up hill but it wasn't hard to run, so I ran, passing many runners and thinking to myself maybe I should be walking? I decided to just do what felt good: run.
Before I knew it I was at mile 20 AS. I couldn't believe 20 miles had already passed. I was drinking more than I had anticipated. I was wondering if one 24 ounce bottle was going to be sufficient. I didn't think it would be. I was sweating quite a bit, too. I hadn't peed at all so that was a concern. I didn't feel hot yet, but was getting there. Someone told me it was 85F. I didn't want to know that. I began to see the 50K runners coming back but I didn't know any of them. They looked hot.
The course seemed that it was going uphill but it didn't seem very steep so I was able to run most of it. I was beginning to worry about the heat. Mile 24 brought Pringle AS. I clicked my heels together in excitement! 24 miles and I felt great, I was happy, I was high on the endorphins. Pringle is a small town, mostly a trailer court and a few bars. My drop bag was here so I grabbed more gels from it, had my bottle filled and grabbed another box of raisins. I also ate a few slices of potato with salt added. Now I was hot. I felt like I was running in a blow dryer.
As I left Pringle I began to think about Pierre. He has run Badwater a number of times, most recently finishing this past July. I knew he was out on the course today and began to think that this is nothing compared to the Badwater heat. He runs 135 miles upon asphalt at 125F. I could run 100 miles at 100F. Get going and quit complaining!
During this next section I saw Wynn approach, the 50 mile lead man. Unfortunately Wynn suffered cramps and had to drop at mile 36. This must have happened shortly after I saw him. Pretty soon I saw Helen Lavin! First 50 Mile woman approaching. Helen went on to WIN the 50 Mile race OUTRIGHT. Yeah, she beat all the boys. She broke the woman's course record, too. She's a rockstar.
I wasn't keeping track of my fluids from mile 24 to 30. I was thirsty and drinking without rationing. Before I knew it I only had 4 or so ounces left in my bottle. I looked at my Garmin 50 and saw that I still had approximately 3 miles to go to the next AS. Damn. How could I make such an error? How could I run without two bottles? I knew it was going to be in the 90's (it was the 100's). I didn't take any S or E caps because usually HammerHeed is enough. Hammerheed wasn't on the course, Poweraid was. These temperatures weren't usual. Luckily I had Alicia place two packets of caps in my vest on our way out to the start for just in case. It was just in case time. I began to walk at mile 27 because I could feel my stomach begin to cramp. I hadn't had this happen before. I could imagine my body organs looking for water and not finding any. I could picture my stomach rolling upon itself, begging for water. I sipped a bit of water every 8 minutes.
I was in a line of about 5 people. We were all hot and thirsty. Most of us were walking. A man on a bike came toward us and the man in front of me begged him for water. The man on the bike stated he didn't have very much but that he could give him a few ounces. I was surprised the runner even asked for any. It was our own fault that we ran out. We should have planned better. I didn't ask for any. I continued on, walking, because I was afraid to tax my body any more than it already was. Here I was, 28 miles now into the race and I was already dehydrated and putting my race finish in jeopardy. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid. Was I going to be able to come back from this? Geeze.
Finally, thank God, finally I saw Carroll Creek AS at mile 30. Good grief I was dieing of heat and thirst. I stood at the aid station table and filled my 24 oz bottle with cold water. I guzzled it down. I then refilled it drank down another. I was still thirsty. I drank 10 ounces of cold coke and 5 ounces of cold iced tea. I couldn't get enough. My stomach was bulging out from my skirt and my top. Oh well. I didn't feel sick, or stuffed, just thirsty. I asked the woman if she had a spare bottle..I'd take anything. She didn't so we looked through the garbage for a bottle someone may have thrown away. I found a discarded Aquafina bottle, without a cap. I didn't care. I told her I'd fill it and just put my hand over it as I ran. I figured if I was going to get the flu or something it would happen after the race. If I didn't have another bottle I may not make it to the end of the race. That wasn't going to happen.
I filled both bottles, grabbed a box of raisins, a few slices of potato and walked out of the aid station, so relieved that I had water and was no longer thirsty. I walked another half mile, letting my body drink in the water. I removed my vest and found the E caps Alicia had tucked into the back pocket. I took 4 of them, the first of the day. The first of the past few years. I could feel cramping in my calves and feet. I had to stop and work out the cramps. I had never had cramping before. I walked along, telling my body to use the water and salt that I gave to it, and hurry, because I'm ready to rock and roll. Pretty soon the cramping went away and I was running. Amazingly there was no sloshing in my stomach! I felt new life. I was going to recover and I was going to go on.
I began running and was so thankful for the water bottle and the E caps. AS Harbaugh at Custer was next at 35.5 miles. I was running alone, hadn't seen anyone in quite some time, I was just enjoying the race and enjoying the fact that I was able to run and that I had an adequate water supply!
At Harbaugh I had a drop bag so grabbed a few more gels, dropped off my empties and had both bottles filled. I saw Lynn waiting for Daryl; she asked if I could use anything so I told her E Caps. She dug out a pack for me and noticed my half assed bottle situation. I told her it was better than nothing!
I was feeling very good running out of Custer, the heat was unbearable but I tried to block it out and just kept on placing one foot in front of the other. I kept thinking that as I went north the temperatures would cool but they didn't. It was 97F as I left Custer. Egads.
Mile 40.5 AS and I couldn't believe it. I was recovered from the cramping and running well. I hadn't had to walk since miles 27-30 so I was feeling pretty strong. I kept on saying my affirmations out loud 'I am strong..I can run long'. I hadn't used my iPod yet, but I was getting about ready for it. I was breathing loudly because of the exertion of the heat, I believe. The AS volunteers were worried about each runner, making sure we had what we needed. At this point I asked for some ice for my hat. It felt awesome!
Before I knew it I began to see many runners coming back toward me. I knew I must be coming up on the turnaround. My watch had gone kaput on me so I didn't know what time it was or how many more miles I had inbetween aid stations. I wasn't so worried now that I had two bottles.
Sure enough, I came upon the final AS before the half way point, I just ran through and shouted my number as I knew the turn around was a half mile or so ahead and I would be right back. I saw Jenny, who I had run the early miles of Argyle Road with. She looked great, I was hoping she was on pace for 20-22 as I was not far behind her.
I turned around and headed back toward home! I was high high high, feeling so good, on my way home. I asked at the AS for the time and was told it was 4:30 PM. I made it 50 miles in 10.5 hours. I was feeling very good about that. My feet felt great, I had no aches or pains, I was good to go. It was early, but here I had my lights and warm clothing. I asked a volunteer to place my lights into my back vest pocket. I then filled my two bottles, grabbed a box of raisins and headed out. Then I came back. I decided to grab a long sleeved shirt for my vest just in case it became cool before I reached my next drop bag in 15 miles at Custer. It wasn't necessary. The volunteer rolled it up for me and placed it into my vest.
Off I went. I loved the out and back. It was nice to see John Taylor, only 15 or so minutes in back of me, fun to see all of the other runners heading for the turnaround. John had a PR Race, finishing in 23:something.
I came across Sue from Canada. She had contacted me about McNaughton and I saw her at Leadville, too. She's a great runner and person. She had hurt her knee at mile 20 and had been hiking since. She ran a 24 hour just two weeks ago and was feeling it. Get this: she PASSED me while she was hiking and I was running. I just cheered her on and said you go girl! She hiked for 40 freaking miles and finished 10 minutes before me, who ran the whole race but the three miles between 27-30. At mile 60 Sue was able to begin running again and I never saw her again until the finish. Great job, Sue!
On the way back to the next AS I saw Dawn Long, running her first 100. She was having difficutly with her stomach. She was knocking out the miles, making her way to the turn around.
I came upon Pierre. He gave me a huge smile and told me I was really moving along, told me to have a great race and to keep it up. I told him I was thinking about him running at Badwater while I was whining to myself about being warm. He was an inspiration to me. Pierre finished in 27 something.
Pretty soon I came upon Alicia. It was SO wonderful to see her! She had suffered through the heat of the morning and was on her way to the turn around. We gave one another a good luck hug and kiss and went on down the trail in opposite directions.
As I headed into Custer the sun began to set. It didn't feel quite as hot, the sun was losing some of it's steam. I crossed a street in Custer and noticed 4 deer in a front yard, eating out of the owner's garden. Too cute! I continued on, into the AS. As I stated my number (5), a woman spoke up: Julie Berg! Come over here! I have something for you! I'm wondering what in the world is she talking about. She pulls out a Nathan hand held! OH, happy days! I said Oh, I can throw away this garbage bottle? Yes, you can! I asked her who dropped it off. She told me a man. I assumed that Tom had dropped it for me after Alicia had seen what I was carrying. I assumed wrong. Get this: Here Lynn had told Nancy that I had a bad bottle, Nancy told Tom, Tom had a spare and Matt offered to drop it off at the AS for me. I was so grateful! A bottle with a lid, one that didn't leak! Woohoo! I dug into my drop bag and grabbed a jacket, asked a volunteer to pack it into my vest. I could see lightening in the distance. I was hoping that I wasn't going to run into a storm at this point.
I went off, feeling so happy that I had two working real running bottles! I felt like I was on fire, like I could run forever. The grade of the trail was going downhill, the running was easy. As I was going down the trail I noticed a big huge buck off of the trail. I counted his 12 points. I had my lamp on my head and was staring right at him. He didn't move. He stared me down. I finally drug my eyes away from him and continued on. He was beautiful.
I ran into mile 70, the aid station where the woman helped me find the used bottle. I thanked her over and over, telling her how grateful I was that she dug it out of the garbage for me. She saved my race.
I ran onto the next AS, Pringle. It was dark now, mile 75 or so. I was still running the race solo. There was nobody near me. I saw no headlamps in front or back of me. I just kept on running, running as well as I could which wasn't too bad. I was feeling good. Pringle was kind of freaky. Trailer Courts and bars. I could hear loud drinking voices in the distance and just felt weird, out there running through town alone in my pink and black skirt and tank top. I would turn off my lamp when I came near a group of people that were not involved in the race.
Pretty soon I heard "Julie, is that you" Yeah, it was Helen! What a treat. Helen and Eric were there, with my drop bag in hand. It was just a treat. Helen asked what I needed, I told her caffeine gels from my bag and vaseline. She was right on it. She placed all that I asked for in front of me and made it so easy for me. Eric asked if I knew how the 50 mile race ended. No, I didn't. He told me Helen broke the woman's course record and WON the race outright! Woohoo. Way to go Helen girl. Eric finished the 50 mile, too. They were fabulous. I spent a few minutes in the AS, longer than I had the whole race, so I had to get out of there. I said my goodbyes, congratulations and thank yous and headed out into the darkness. Alone.
Mile 80 was coming up next. During the whole race I was thinking about mile 80. I knew that once 80 came I was nearing the end. I didn't want to get too excited yet, but boy, I was feeling great about it. I was cooling a bit, now it was in the 80's and the sky was FULL of stars. I could see the big and little dipper and make out some of the other constellations. I loved it. I was running hard .. well, as hard as running feels as mile 80! I was now singing to Ozzie and enjoying it all. As I came upon the AS I turned my iPod off as well as my light. I approached the AS and heard all of this clapping. Wow, I grinned, feeling kind of foolish that all of this clapping was for me. As I came up closer and could make out faces I noticed one of the people there was Nancy! Oh what a treat! Nancy, Tom, Alicia, Helen and Eric were all there clapping and supporting me. It was amazing. I didn't stay more than a minute. Enough time to grab a box of raisins, fill my bottle, give hugs and thank yous and move on out of there.
I left the AS feeling real good emotionally, but real tired physically. The bottoms of my feet were so tired and achy. I kept telling myself you made 80 miles! 83, 89, 96 AS and you are home! Come on Jul, keep on moving.
Pretty soon I was at mile 83. Wow. I couldn't believe I was here. Back at Argyle. I had thought about being back at Argyle all during the race and what it would mean to me. It would mean that I was going to make it. It would mean that I was on the final leg of the race. My final drop bag and onto Argyle Road. Wow. Surreal.
I made my way onto Argyle and still didn't see any lights! There were a few cars so the road was dusty and I couldn't see at all through the thick dust and my headlamp. It was horrible. The gravel was big and chunky and felt like it was cutting into my feet. I had to laugh. I imagined this portion would be all downhill, that I'd be running like the wind. In reality there were big climbs, then the downhills came but I couldn't run the whole downs. I would have to take a walk break half way down due to being exhausted! I cursed myself and told myself this is downhill baby, run, run! I didn't have a clue as to what time it was. There wasn't a hint of light in the sky so I knew it wasn't near 6 AM yet. Hmmm..how close to 24 hours am I?
I noticed a gal up in front of me walking the down hills. She looked pretty sore. She had a car driving along by her side, he was kicking up so much dust that I couldn't see the road. As I passed her I saw AS at mile 89.9 Holy crap. Now I'm getting excited. I'm going to finish this hot bastard. I only had one bottle filled here and asked the volunteer to place the other in my pack. I had a gel and was on my way out.
Running about two miles out of the AS I could hear a vehicle in back of me. I went to the side of the road to let him pass, a bit in the ditch. As I stepped down I noticed that I stepped into a snake!! It was curled into the shape of an 8 and I stepped right into the middle of it, onto the gravel. I looked down and quickly jumped out of the snake, back onto the road. The truck pulled over and asked if I was bit. No, I said I didn't have a bite. He told me he could hear it's rattle, that it was a rattlesnake. I told him I was pretending that it wasn't. He removed a shovel from his truck and shoveled the snake off of the road. He told me to be careful. Sure. One more thing to worry about.
I just wanted this done. I was tired and sore and sick and tired of this whole race. I was stinky and hot and icky. I wanted a shower and my bed. Be happy, you did it! You are finishing! Quit complaining, just put one foot in front of the other.
As I came into the final AS I went numb. I couldn't really believe that I had come this far in these hot conditions. The woman at the AS told me it was still 75F. She had a clock radio showing the time of 340. Is it 340 AM? Really? Oh my god. I'm going to break 24 hours. I have 4 miles left. I can break 23 hours. Oh my god. I can do this.
I filled my bottle and was on my way. This was it. I was so tired but I knew I was finishing. I looked for markers out of the campground into the town of Hot Springs. Many of the markings were on the ground, in the ditch, as cars moved them. They were glow necklaces placed upon the road. I became nervous, thinking I wouldn't find my way through the town. I tried to remember the way. Crew drove by and caused dust to cover up my light. It was horrible. I couldn't see. I continued on and was able to find my way. Pretty soon I saw the Evans Plunge pool. I remembered looking at my watch on the way out and seeing the Evans Plunge was 2 miles from the start. Oh my gosh, I'm almost done! I continued running the asphalt through town, hearing parties in the background, smelling cigarette smoke and hearing noise. I was kind of nervous, running through town alone at this hour. I continued on, knowing that I'd be finished soon.
Sure enough, there was the Dairy Queen, the hotel we were staying at, the Civic Center. Amen. Amen. Under the FINISH LINE banner. Done. A lone woman was sitting at the table with a clock. 22:36. Oh my god. I told her I was 5. She stood up and clapped and told me she was the cheering committe. I was numb. Just numb. I walked into the Civic Center, through the front door and across the parking lot to the hotel. I was so happy, so relived to be done with this furnace of a race. As I unlocked our room door I couldn't believe it when I saw Alicia standing, getting ready to leave. She couldn't believe I was at the door! Pretty soon there was Tom and Nancy. They had all woke up to see me finish at the finish line, but I beat them. They thought I'd finish at 23 hours or so. I was so flattered to see that they were going to get out of bed at this early of an hour just to watch me finish. Amazing, it truly is. Pretty soon Helen and Eric arrive. Oh my gosh, I was just stunned. Eric is a good friend of Helen's, I had just met him for the first time at dinner the day before. Amazing. I am truly blessed.
We talked and reminisced about the race, the last 20 miles, laying upon the beds, enjoying the accomplishment. Eventually everyone went back to bed and I hit the shower. It felt so good to wash the days dirt, grit, filth and heat from my body. I didn't have any chafing, hardly any muscle soreness, no Advil necessary during the whole race. My stomach was very upset. I had no appetitie or thirst. I just laid upon my bed, thinking about the accomplishment I had achieved. I couldn't believe it. 22:36.
If Jenny Chow hadn't run with me in those early miles, chatting about our experiences and goals, I don't know if I would have set mine so high. You know, I don't really have any other multiple 100 mile woman runners as friends. I don't train with others. It was really nice to talk with her, to talk as 100 mile runner to 100 mile runner. I don't think I have done that before. She made me realize that I am an experienced ultra runner, that I am worthy of setting high goals, that I can achieve them. Thank you, Jenny. You inspired me to reach higher.
I woke up around 930 and my stomach was just nasty. I had no appetite. I walked out to the finish line and watched the runners come in. It was already 85F and sunny as could be. Amazingly hot. I was so glad I wasn't out there anymore.
Tom, Nancy, Alicia, Pierre, John, Dawn, Matt and I sat in the grass watching finishers arrive. Pierre and John headed back to Minneapolis and we stayed for the lunch and awards at 12. We added Lynn and Daryl, who also finished the 100, and listened to the awards. I went home with a Sub 24 Buckle and a 3rd Woman Age Group Award. I haven't yet seen the results so I'm not sure where I placed overall.
It was a hell of a hard day, but so worth it. I'm so grateful to Tom, Nancy, Alicia, Helen, Eric, Matt, Pierre, Lynn all of you volunteers and Jerry, our Race Director. What a day. What a memory. What a race.
I feel so good today. My coworkers commented that I didn't look sore or stiff today, that I didn't look tired. I don't! I feel great. The bottoms of my feet are sore but that is about it. After work today Topaz and I walked the trail for 5 miles, it felt great to stretch my legs after sitting all day. I don't know. This vegan thing seems to be working pretty damn well.
The trip home was safe and sound, the only catch was my tire was completely flat upon arrival to Tom and Nancy's. I bought new tires for my car today!
I still can't believe it. What a race.
Oh no. The spell checking isn't working on this. I apologize!
I'll post pictures this evening. Time to get some dinner cooked for this hungry family of mine :)
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