henging, yearning, leaning

I’m yearning to lean out of the window. To go outside, to ditch the shoes, walk barefoot in the grass, go see some henges, and feel the sunshine on my shoulders.

 

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Climbing, dreaming, floating

Race Report- The Mt Washington Auto Road Race.

 Spoiler: I made it.

additional info i found interesting: most people that start do, because really, how are you going to get down?

OH MY GOD.

7.6 miles of unrelenting, never ending, are you freakin’ kidding me, always more up, i can’t possibly go faster, punishing push, of amazing views, 50 mile an hour winds, 1400 crazy people doing the same thing,

The winner did it in under 1 hour. I finished before the cut off.

There was a part somewhere between mile 4.5 and 6, when I was going straight up, and could see the line of people. The road was sandy, we were above tree line, and it was WINDY. I looked to the right, down onto the top of a ski mountain (wild cat) and ended up having to crouch, cover my eyes with my hands so all the sand wouldn’t get into my eyes, and just keep going. I had to stay close to the inside of the trail, it was so windy, i was afraid to get blown off the edge.

And then, I was in the middle of the white mountains, it was a beautiful day, visibility was about 85 miles (according to their website), and I laughed. It was amazing, and ridiculous, and so far from anything I ever thought I could do.

I looked down to the top of a ski mountain! Seriously. I looked over the edge, I breathed deeply, I thought about all the people around me doing it, I thought about my friends running 100 miles in a weekend, I thought about the logos i was wearing – the maine track club, and the trail monsters, and how they are such great groups, such great teams, and that they would say “you can keep going”.

And then, I kept going, and i passed people, and i just kept climbing. And people were screaming my name! Mary was bouncing next to me, Kate was taking pictures, Maureen was being encouraging (and oddly pointing out where the car was).  The last 30 feet were basically straight up, I could reach out and touch the ground in front of me. I almost couldn’t get up it, but there was cheering! And then it was over. I got a medal and a blanket and the best tasting water in the world, and people were cheering, and i didn’t have to climb anymore.

I then promptly lost my voice, and spent 3 days trying to get it back.

post event: what an amazing experience. I’m glad I did it. There are parts of me that think i might do it again. My mom volunteered, and that was great. I didn’t have to drive, the post race food was delicious.

things I’d do differently: (some realistic, some not)
1. wear sunglasses, or a hat, bring small gloves
2. carry my camera
3. post race – walk around the summit, get the cheesy pic taken with the sign
4. better fuel before it started – i felt pretty gross around mile 2-3.5
5. go hiking. Hill repeats won’t help. really just need to get used to going up for 8 miles, without any break
6. find my pace earlier in the race. I think i found a good one, but it was late, and because of the “i might vomit, or pass out, or …” at mile 2.5 I really slowed down for a while, and that hurt my overall finish time. that and the minutes I spent in the portopotty half way up. I think I drank too much water at the first 2 water stops, and i felt “sloshy”.
7. Embrace, love, date, move in with a stair climber.
8. not get sick the week before.
9. stay locally, the night before to avoid being awake for 5 hours before the race started.
10. Adopt the “run 200 steps, walk 100” or something like that.
11. not put sunblock on my face – i think it blocked the pores, or something weird like that. and it got in my eyes, when the sweat finally broke through.
12. find someone to chase. a bit faster than me, but someone that looks like they are on a mission, and keep them in view. Yes, i’m there to run my own race, but I’m crap at keeping myself on pace, even with a garmin.
13. plan for the incredible hand swelling, and not freak out about it.

June 15, 2013 – 7.6 miles Mt. Washington Auto Road Race     2:42

*just keep climbing*

wading, slipping, sliding

It all started innocently. C2 says “i have these spots, we could kick butt, we could be TMR muddy, it’s my birthday weekend”. Sure!

Fast forward to June 2, standing in the 90 degree Pineland Field Sun, up to my mid thigh in mud, with black knee socks on, my trail monster shirt, the smallest red shorts in the world, laughing hysterically, being part of the team.

It was a “challenge” not a “race”. There were 18 “obstacles” in 4ish miles. It wasn’t a run, it wasn’t a trail race, it wasn’t filled with elites, or specifically athletes. It was filled with a lot of women, and some men, mostly in strange costumes. 

We got to an aid station, and they were running out of cups. We had to wait in line at each obstacle. When we finished, there were still teams starting. It was *strange*.

A few things i’d like to note:

  • most of the “teams” were friends. our team was an actual team. that felt good.
  • the parts that were the hardest for others were the most fun, and comfortable for the TMR crew – through the middle of the stream, up the slippery bank, running over the roots and through the woods. 
  • It’s HARD to get over a 7 (might as well have been 30) foot tire without friends pulling and pushing
  • I have bruises. multiple bruises.
  • Real Runners don’t wear tutus, or have puffy paint names on the back of their shirts
  • All that being said, if it gets people moving that wouldn’t normally, I’m THRILLED that it exists.
  • Glad to have that experience. Won’t be looking for more of them.

June 2, 2013 Dynamic Dirt Challenge 1:18:36 (this time counts towards nothing, and will not be remembered, valued, counted for anything, ever – 19/48 teams)

 

racing, spitting, navigating

Race Report, Presidio 10K, April 21, 2013 – Pre Race excitement and BRIDGE RUNNING

verb 3 first: Pro-tip: sometimes Siri is wrong. Sometimes your mom shouldn’t be the one using the GPS, sometimes, mason street and old mason street are actually quite far apart.

Thursday, i went for a mild 3.5 mile run around yosemite. Of course i got lost, of course I twisted my ankle. I have no idea of the actual mileage of my run, but I managed to not become the girl who loved tom gordon. Friday was a grand adventure  in driving. Saturday was a grand adventure in mom touching the Pacific for the first time, and then a mad dash to reached packet pick up. We got lost, a lot. Droid won, Siri lost. I made it to packet pick up with about 10 minutes to spare, and they didn’t have me registered! Problems sorted, questions answered, I wondered around Sports Basement for far too long, picked up my new favorite thing: orange blossum honey stingers, and a new pair of running capris.

Then we ended up in Haight Ashbury on Earth Day (4/20). Hum. Right. So had “Escape from New York” pizza with 10,000 stoners as my pre race meal, and lots of water.

Sunday: drove to the start, didn’t pay attention to where we parked (fine for the beginning of the story, ended up poorly)

I told mom that I would finished between 57 minutes and 1:10:00 and we would never discuss why such a large discrepency. This was my 2nd 10K, and my first one, I had someone awesomely pace me, so all bets were off.

Met up with RRCA California Rep George, wished I had shorts, took pics in front of the bridge, went to the bathroom 1,000 times, lined up, and we’re off.

ankle felt ok. the first mile had a hill, i went off to the side, ran up the dirt side of the road, got past a lot of the crowd. run run run. Turn, have some water, GET ON THE BRIDGE. Oh, it was a beautiful clear sunny day, filled with the bright orange of the bridge, and the blue water, and the bluer than blue sky. I was RUNNING OVER THE BRIDGE! I turned off the ipod, and soaked in the splendor. I turned to gleefully chat with the other runners. They may have been from SF, as RUNNING OVER THE BRIDGE didn’t seem as exciting to them.

I spit out over the bridge (it’s a thing – I’ve done into the Thames, Rhine, seine, Mississippi, liffey, Rhone, intercoastal waterway, ….) put my hand on the railing to feel the heat, and then got back down to business. At the end, we went down some stairs, had a water stop with a stinger, waited in the crowd to get back up the stairs, and back OVER THE BRIDGE.

Run felt great, hot but great. Pushing the speed, with 2.5 miles to go. another water stop, off the bridge, definitely going faster, passing people. See the mile 5 sign, bust into a “I’ve got this” pace. See the mile 6 sign, kick it up. Finish in 1:06 something. Negative split, my last 2 miles were my fastest– Drank and ate all the things – it was SO HOT.

spent the rest of the day (after a wonderfully cold shower) walking up all the hills in SF. (seriously). AWESOME!

Presidio 10K – 1:06:53 986/1524 over all 142/254 in my age group.

winging, jumping, racing

In an effort to not get behind while I try to catch up (it makes sense to me), i’ll post my race report from the weekly back cove series week 1, and work my way back. (probably)

For reasons, I hadn’t run since TMR TNR, so 8 days later seemed like a good day to do my first (of 14!) weekly back cove races. The local running store puts these on for 14 weeks in a row. They are 5K, around the back cove, start at 6:00 pm.

Packed my stuff before work, knowing i was going to just change at work, do some things, get to the race, run, and then leave quickly to continue carpool extravaganza. 

It seems to foreign that I would just say “oh, i can fit in the 5k race between work, picking up groceries, having people over for dinner.” but that’s how it goes these days.

Race starts at 6, got there in plenty of time to pick up my bib, try the epicness of crossing the street to utilize the hannaford bathroom, and then catch up with some lovely ladies -Stephanie and Karen (MTC and TMR cross paths!).

Realized i didn’t have my watch, my garmin, my headband, my ipod.. whatever – I can wing it, it’s only 5K  (ha!)

JR said some things, including a Birthday Shout Out to Don, and we were off. Or rather, I was off, and Stephanie and Karen were behind me. (wait, what?) Karen finishes before me in the bradbury races, pace glove shod, so me in front of her was odd. 

It was humid, i kept running. no idea what my time was, kept wondering why I had lost those ladies, and why I seemed to feel fine, and yet kept passing people. I asked someone after a while if the mile markers we were passing were lining up with the race. He answered, out of breath. WTF? they were about a tenth off, so that was good, I knew how much farther I had to go. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, as the back cove is round, and one can see clearly. But cloud and fog cover made it seem we were running into the abyss.

Kept waiting for the wheels to fall off, but kept up at pace that felt hard and easy at the same time. Saw the 2.75, and said “oh, a half mile left” – right. math was not my strong point at that time.

Wished I had water to drink, jumped in every puddle, pushed towards the finish, and BAM. 5K PR – 30:10. 

I will break 30:00 this summer. My not so secret mission is to break 28:00. 

Maine Track Club Portland track training sessions start Monday. I’ll be there, ready to go faster.

Weekly Back Cove 5K week 1: 30:10