After a long break from running and exercise – any serious movement – after being sick for a whole week, I was thrilled to have a cool, clear, crisp morning to get outside and Run! With this new year, I am starting at square one, so I went out for a two-mile run. Short and sweet, and absolutely stunning!
It was such a beautiful morning. I couldn’t have asked this fair city for better sunshine, temperature, or reflections.
I am so happy to be running again!
Tomorrow commences Saturday runs with my running buddies. It has been far too long since I spent the mornings chatting and laughing and pounding out the miles with those lovely ladies. I look forward to another beautiful run, and a few more miles, tomorrow.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, enjoying your exercise of choice!
The Siskiyou Outback is a long race, and a much bigger deal than the credit I gave it leading up to race day. I had no idea what I was getting into. Thank God, I have some self-restraint.
The evening before the race, everyone went to bed early… I was staying with a friend (who convinced me to do this crazy thing), and around 10 o’clock, I was really feeling the need to talk with someone from home – family. Somewhat for reassurance about the run (my Mom is a runner, too), but also just to talk with someone back home. You see, the week before the race, my Grandma passed away, and although I knew the service would happen when I returned home, I was still missing that time spent with loved ones, bonding and remembering. I was playing tough when I really just wanted to wander down memory lane and let the tears and laughter flow.
But by golly, I had paid for this race, run three weekend-absorbing, 26 mile “training-runs” and spent over 45 hours during the previous two months running on trails, in the sun, and hitting the pavement at all hours of the day to meet the demands of this schedule. I had a plane to catch and I would be on it. My family was very encouraging and urged me to go, so Thursday evening, thirteen hours after clinging to my cousins in a group hug while we watched Grandma transition, I was at the airport, taking my shoes off, and placing my baggie of travel toiletries in the grey, plastic bucket on the conveyor belt.
My friends and I stayed in a beautiful house outside of Jacksonville on a hill. … Maybe you could call it a small mountain. The view was spectacular:
By race morning, I had pulled myself together. My wits were somewhat about me, and at 4am I was eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and putting together my pack with the water bladder for the first time. Yes. For the first time, EVER, on a run I carried a water backpack. I’ll tell you now, honestly, it was the best decision I have EVER made. I carried the Mountain Hardware Fluid™ Race VestPack, with no discomfort, chaffing, and I was able to carry water, two small bottles with Nuun Strawberry-Leomnade electrolyte (another thing I had never tried on a long run), 7 Cliff Shot Mocha (my favorite) & 3 Honey Stinger Gold Classic Gels, three food bars, a hat, and my gloves (also emergency TP). So, counting those things up… at least two NEW to try on the longest race of my life.
What can I say? I’m a rule-breaker.
Oh, and before dawn, the sky looked like this:
We all piled in the car just before 5am so we would have a little time at the start for Bib pick-up, potty-stops, and disrobing to bag-check. We were on top of a mountain. I couldn’t believe the view:
Who wouldn’t want to stare at this at 6 o’clock in the morning? Needless to say, I was happy I got up, and thrilled I signed up for this race (thanks, friend!).
When the race began, for the first time in all of the races I have attended, I was not nervous. Moments before the start, I ran into my friends from the Newport race! I was so happy to see them, I nearly missed the starting countdown! My friends were up ahead of me, and I let them take off without me. For this race, speed was not a goal; finishing was where my sights were set.
So I started out easy. Taking in the beautiful scenery:
The trial went on forever! I knew I was running nearly 32 miles, yet there did come a time when I began to wonder how far I was from finishing…
By the time I reached this grass-filled field, it was hot. The temperature was hot, the air was dry, people were suffering heat-stroke and dehydration, and I kept plodding along, slow and steady.
When I finally reached the road where we started the race at mile 1, I knew we were close. Since this last bit was a measure of a climb, I took it easy and let myself walk slowly up the hill to the top. Up ahead, there was a man, also taking his time coming up the hill. I realized my pace was a little faster than his, and caught up to him about 50 feet from the crest. We chatted, and when we came up to the top, I let him know I was going to start to “trot” on in nearer to the finish. He said: “me too” and took off at a quicker stride than I wanted to muster at that point in time. I hollered after him, “You go, guy! I know you’re going to cross that finish before me!” And suddenly, there it was: I saw the finish line just around the bend. Music was blaring. And I wanted that finish line.
I took off; how I had a sprint left in me after plodding across the distance on trails over rocks, up and down hills with a grade I’d rather not dwell on, I do not know. As I quickly came up alongside my friend from the last hill, he glanced at me with a little shock, and abruptly increased his speed. We ran, neck in neck, to the finish, both grinning ear-to-ear. I was delighted to be able to inspire a little speed out of a fellow 50k runner. So happy to have met you at the end! I don’t know if I would have kicked as hard without the friendly competition.
After the race, the shoes came off… it was time to rest, eat good food, and relax.
… And shower. 🙂 Never have my legs been a color other than what nature gave me, after a race; that day they were dirt brown. All that dust on the trail certainly has a way of finding its way between the toes…!
Overall, I feel good about my results. I finished. And I felt good crossing that line. I never felt nauseous (despite new hydration methods), had no chaffing problems (despite the new bag), and kept moving the whole race. I was smiling, happy, and energized! (Previously, at the finish of a marathon I have been grumpy and irritable. This is a vast improvement). So, after finishing with a time of 7:40:40, as 194/208 runners in the 50k (27/30 in my age group), I can say I am not fast, but I finished strong. After my pre-race comments of “after this race, I need a break,” I am certainly look forward to training for the next one. (And I am excited about a new challenge: Yoga teacher training!)
Here is to happy running – regardless of speed, rank, or time. 🙂 Get outside, and enjoy!
Sunday, the forecast called for 91 degrees and sunny. Arguably, this was a great day to get out early and run it out to beat the heat.
But I wasn’t really feeling all that ready to pull on my spandex and running shoes when I woke up before seven am. I loligagged, checking email. perusing Instagram, making coffee, eating a light breakfast, and finally, after nine o’clock, feeling ready enough to walk out and get some miles under my belt, a deep, rumbling growl came from the sky, ending with a loud Clap! Thunder!
When I looked outside upon the threatening storm, I only had one thought:
“Is it a bad idea to go run in the forest when there is a storm coming? … Or a really good idea?”
Fortunately for me, after a few sprinkles, and some laughter-provoking bellows from the sky, the sun broke through, providing great glimpses of gold along the wooded trail in the forest.
Half-way through my run, I met the top of the hill at the Pittock Mansion, a wonderful historic home that was celebrating their 100th year with cake at 2pm! I was about three and a half hours early, so instead of eating cake, I took in the view of the city.
Due to the heat we have been having, the sky was pretty hazy, and the cloudiness only contributed to the murkiness of the air. Despite those factors, it was still gorgeous!
I made it back home in record time – apparently the repetition helps with trail navigation when it comes to anticipating rock and tree obstacles – and not a moment too soon! The clouds once again took up their song, singing in that lovely, rumbling bass… And soon erupting with rain and large chunks of hail. Timed that run perfectly. By accident.
On this particular run I wore my trusty trail shoes the Nike Zoom Terra Kiger (I am loving them, and it’s not just me! They got a great review from Runner’s World, as well!) I love how comfortable they are: supportive and flexible while being a low-top. Not to mention the great color (Dark Chino/Light lucid Green-Black-Turbo Green combo makes me happy to strap in).
I also wore a new pair of Nike Capris: The Nike Legendary Tight in the fantastic Turbo Green/Obsidian/Black color (which nicely matches the shoes). These tights have a super high waist and fit phenomenally. They are incredibly comfortable. I honestly felt less jiggle, there was no muffin top over the waistband (there is no elastic band at the waist – just great fabric), and, at the risk of sounding completely silly, it almost felt like I wasn’t wearing any pants.
They’re that comfortable. I suggest you give them a try.
For any of you wondering, these are my own words, I am not sponsored by Nike nor was I given free product. I bought these items, and truly love them.
Do you have a favorite shoe (past or present) that you cannot live without?
Here’s to happy running, staying cool, and avoiding getting hit by lightning!
Saturday my friends chose a challenging run full of hills. Or one really long hill. Starting from the flat lands of the close-in East side of Hawthorne across the bridge, through downtown, up Washington Park, and finishing (the first half of the run) at the top of the Portland Zoo parking lot. The morning was surprisingly cloudy and cool. I had been watching the weather forecast all week, anticipating the weekend’s delightful sunshine, but the little yellow ball of glowing happiness kept moving to the right, just one more day… every day. As a native Oregonian, I suppose I should not be surprised by the peek-a-boo sunshine, especially since we have not yet reached the glorious Fourth of July after which Summer officially begins in Portland. (We’re almost there!!! Can you feel it??)
The path of great gains in elevation lead us past the well-known International Rose Test Garden, wherein visitors can gain a pretty perspective of downtown cityscapes while filling their noses with Eau de Rose Varieties. (These roses smell so good!)
We learned that bunny rabbits have a strong affinity for the rose petals, as well, but they find them much more edible than most of us humans.
I am so grateful that we went out and trekked our way up this never-ending hill. It inspired me to endeavor to conquer more aggressive hills, on trials, with rocks and tree-roots, and mud (more on this soon). I have resolved to make at least one of my weekday run adventures on dirt, with many hills. With the Siskiyou Outback quickly approaching, I need to get a little more serious about proper true hilly trail running.
Does anyone want to run around Timberline with me? 🙂
The last few months have been a little frustrating. I have found myself both loathing running and relishing the time spent solo, pounding the pavement. My body has definitely adapted to the increased mileage on the weekends, yet I still find myself lacking the energy to get up and go on weekdays. My new secret weapon for the long run is major carbs Friday night. I tend to have a fairly simple diet of protein, fruits, and veggies, and over the last few weeks have found in order to keep up energy and stamina, I apparently need to add a few more calories than my normal diet provides. (Who am I kidding? When you burn an extra 3000-5000 calories per week, of course you need to eat more!)
I guess there is an adjustment period to learning exactly how to eat MORE food. (As I write this at 10:30pm, my stomach is growling… Time to have a late night snack!) Before the Newport Marathon I was baking bread for snacking on, and I think it may be time to do so again. This coming weekend is conveniently another 36 mile weekend, and our famous fireworks holiday. I plan to go to bed very shortly after all the loud popping noises cease. 🙂
To my friends: I hope you are adjusting to summer training, feeding your body well, and finding joy in the everyday…!
The Newport Marathon was fantastic. Arriving at the start line, it was great to be in a “small” crowd of 1,000 people. I don’t think I have ever participated in a race with such a cozy, community feel. I came across a fellow blogger at Move Eat Create at the start. She has been training so hard, I knew that I would see her on the course later (and that she would be passing me on my way out, while she was on her way back). And I did, and she did coming in with a truly great time. Congratulations, on a great race, my friend!
I always start a race on a cool day with a long sleeve on, but despite the cloud cover and the slight breeze, Saturday morning was warm. So, throwing caution to the wind, I left my long sleeve with my jacket in my drop bag. . .
Thank God that I did!
The clouds burned off about an hour and a half into the race.
And it was beautiful…!
A short while into the race, about half a mile after the maze of neighborhood that was the first three miles, I met a few new friends, and quickly discovering that they will be running the Siskiyou Out & Back (the 50K) in July! I got caught up talking with them, and decided to keep pace. I knew it was a little faster than I could probably maintain for 26 miles, but I thought I’d give it a shot. My lungs were content to keep the pace, but my legs… my legs need more training.
By mile 12, I let my new-found friends take the lead, and kept moving forward solo. Looking for my Grampa the whole way, especially after mile 13. He started the race at 6am with those walking the marathon, so he had an hour lead on me. I did not cross paths with him until the turn around at mile 15! We had a Big Hug moment, and stuck with each other and chatted for a little while. A few minutes into conversation, he said “It is such an honor to run with you, and to be passed by you!” and encouraged me on. So, I did go on. In the end I only beat him to the finish by a few minutes, as I walked a lot of the last six miles.
So, I learned I need to stretch. Stretch more. Stretch at all. I’ve been neglecting my muscles, and it shows. Lesson learned.
Have you ever experienced an unexpected slow-down during a race? I’d love to hear your story.
One of the most remarkable things about my experience at this marathon in Newport was that I had no head game. I had no doubts about finishing, no moments of dislike that I was still running. I enjoyed myself through the pain. Regardless of the tightening of this band that made me limp, hop, and walk more times than I could count, I would keep breathing, countdown, look up, smile, and run on again.
Two days past race day – I’m a little sore, but I have a smile on my face and I am still lovin’ life!
The race today was phenomenal. We could not have asked for a better day, nor better running companions. I met some really fantastic people out there on the road, and I am so grateful that I was able to run in this event with my Grampa.
A more complete report of the Newport Marathon will be released tomorrow. Now, I must sleep!
I was very happy this morning to be able to stay in and snuggle under the covers for a couple extra hours, savoring sleep on this last day of the weekend. The day was rainy and I don’t mean the usual Portland rain – There was thunder, and many downpour moments. It was a wonderful day to stay in.
Of course, many hours later, the sun shone her light a little upon the damp Earth… Just to remind us it is Spring and not Fall.
I keep thinking about the level of training I am about to embrace for the 50K in July… and savoring today as a rest day, a day off from social commitments, and a day to really just be in my skin, in my home, immersed in my own thoughts was truly a blessing and totally necessary. I keep forgetting that I need to take time for me, and I do believe I was starting to feel the effects of this choice.
Do you ever feel like you just can’t go anywhere? You have to stay in … just to think?
My day was rounded out by the daily email from Runner’s World:
There is so much truth in that statement. I know I have finally beat my opponent for the 26.2 mile races, but I fear that the battle will resume when I start pushing past that distance. Training for the Siskiyou Out & Back 50K is going to be trying, but I am ready for the challenge. 🙂
Saturday morning was one of those, when you just don’t want to drag yourself out of bed and hit the road… A morning when the desire to pull the covers over your head and turn off the alarm and just sleep until you wake up naturally from thirst or hunger is all you want…
But despite your reluctance, you get up, get out, and run.
And it was a beautiful morning, full of dynamic clouds, catching up with friends, and taking a trip across the top deck of the Steel Bridge on foot for the first time in my Portland life. Turns out, the view from up there is pretty nice.I am so grateful to live in such an inspiringly beautiful city. She makes early morning long runs… easy. 🙂
When I decided to run 20 miles, I knew I would be out and in the world for a few hours, running circles around the city. Last Sunday when I set foot into the sunshine of mid-afternoon, I encountered masses of Portlanders navigating the waterfront path getting their weekend physical activity: Running, Walking, Biking, and I even spotted a family on roller-blades! As a side note,I choose to run without music. Music is super distracting, and because half of the time I happen to be on city streets where there very likely will be traffic, I decided it was the safer bet to keep earbuds away from my ears, and I can keep myself from becoming roadkill.
Consequently, ears open to listen for squealing breaks, a honking car, the click or ring of a bell on a bicycle, I end up accidently-on-purpose eavesdropping on many bits of different conversations. If the conversation is relevant, and heading in my direction, I may jump in and chat a bit with my stranger runner-buddies. Sometimes, as I found out yesterday morning, I may be in more of a chatty mood than the runner next to me, and she may say, “well, I think I’ll turn here” turning right as I continue straight… and after she already declared her destination, and I knew we were headed in the same direction… Well, she apparently was not interested in a new buddy, and prefered to get back to her solitary run. Which I totally understand. (Note to my runner friends – Please just ask for some peace if my chattiness is just too much for 6am. I will still enjoy my time running with you). 🙂
Last Sunday, as I was rounding the East waterfront on the long stretch which normally is quite desolate, I was surrounded by people. And as two bikers came up from behind me at a steady, yet not too fast, pace, I was able to hear the gentleman telling his friend: “I wonder if someday I’ll have kids, and, like, be boring.”
When I heard this particular gentleman in all spandex-y bike gear riding at a mild (yet quick) pace with a lady in similar garb, I laughed. Chances are, this man will never be boring, and my guess is, having children would only increase the level of his interestingness. True, he may have a little less time for his favorite activities, but from what I have learned from friends having children is that they are so incredibly taken by their kids – so incredibly fulfilled having these little people in their lives that I can only adore and admire them for the journey they have chosen.
After my initial giggle at my eavesdropped glimpse of a conversation, I started thinking…
What if I never have kids and I’m … unable to ever connect on that level with my friends or my sister who have embraced motherhood?
Truthfully, I have never felt the gnawing pull of “the biological clock” to have children as many of my girlfriends have experienced. And at 32, I am beginning to wonder if I have a clock that will tick and someday make me crazy for kiddos, or if I will just glide through life happy as a clam, happy as I am. The cool aunt-to-be.
It’s a funny thing – discussing Motherhood and having babies with family and friends, they’re always quick to reassure you that you will one day have your own kids with the classic line: “not to worry, you’ll meet someone someday, and have kids of your own.”
Well…what if I don’t? (anyone else hear the crickets?)
Would that make me boring? These days many couples are choosing not to have children or even adopt, these days. Living life free, and free from worry of procreation in order to carry on the family name. They can travel, work crazy hours, have many hobbies, move to a different state or country, and not feel tied down or have to uproot a child from their life at school. All of these variables can make a person start thinking crazy. I mean, really, I’m not even sure I want a baby. Ever. Is that bad?
If I let myself ponder the idea… I am captivated by one thing specifically: there is that bond. That special recognition that you see between a baby and her Mother. They just have that … something. The twinkle in the eye as that slow, wide mouth grin spreads over that little one’s face and he reaches toward Mama’s face… It’s enviable. To have someone in your life to love and be loved by so unconditionally… And to be able to show that little person the world, nurture them, and teach them that their dreams really can come true… Wide eyes full of possibility. Simply awe-inspiring.
At this point, who knows what my future brings. I know there is something about having this relationship with a tiny person, and I am very happy to get to explore it (a little) vicariously through my friends with babes, and in my new adventure as an auntie. Today, I am content as I am: Single, childless, pondering life’s possibilities, and free to stay up until midnight writing a blog post and get up early with the sun to go for a run. 🙂
This morning as I headed out for my morning run (one whole hour later than I usually step outside), I felt good. My legs certainly needed some shaking out, the sun was bright in the sky, temperature low at about 50 degrees, and I just had that positive feeling in my bones that makes you feel light and joyous.
Everything was perfect. Until I got to the tracks, and there was a train. And the train was not moving. I have had a few encounters with this train in the last few months, and one would assume that I remember it will be there right around seven o’clock every morning!But I have yet to remember this mildly important fact, and frequently find myself on an adventure to “get around” the train and down to the waterfront. Today, I decided I would go over the Broadway Bridge Ramp at Lovejoy, and back down onto Broadway for a little variety. The lights were not in my favor, so I ended up crossing the bridge.
And apparently, I was on the wrong side, as herds of bikes passed me… I was going upstream. Possibly an annoyance for the many people on wheels pedaling their way to work, but I was overjoyed – I had the best view:
I ended my run back in the neighborhood – cutting it short at 4 miles instead of 5 (tiny pangs of guilt for not doing my planned number of miles, and truthfully – overall, I’m happy I got outside!). I walked the last couple blocks to my favorite coffee shop.
This morning was so gorgeous; I feel like it has been weeks since I was able to capture a few great photos, and today… I feel like I got my Mojo back. 🙂
How do you deal with road blocks? Do you wait for them to clear, or stride out on a new path?
Here’s hoping tomorrow’s potentially adventurous route brings another batch of beauty to behold.