Archive | March, 2011

the on-off-on again Misson 10k

6 Mar

One of the many highlights of my week was the box of goodies I got in the mail from Salonpas (who covered my LA Marathon entry), including a sweet note wishing me good luck in LA!  

The box included a dozen sample patches, which I’ve been using intermittently since Tuesday’s 18-miler.  My right knee/IT band was definitely achy on Tuesday night, so I put a patch on before bed and it’s been feeling surprisingly good ever since!  I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m stoked it’s feeling so… normal!!!!

Saturday morning, we had a trail run on the calendar: the Mission Driven Eco Run 10k, race #3 of the San Diego Trail Run Series.  I’m totally new to trail running and so far, my experience has been that it’s very, very difficult!

***Random tidbit #1: I misspelled the word “difficult” during a spelling bee in second grade and was so torn up about it and disappointed in myself.  I made myself repeat the spelling: d-i-f-f-i-c-u-l-t, over and over and over again.  I think about that every time I write the word.

Well, Jared was feeling “rundown” midweek and by Friday night he was feverish, fighting a sore throat, coughing, aching–the whole miserable (flu?) bit.  We headed to bed early, but when the poor guy wasn’t coughing his brains out, he was snoring so loud the windows rattled (I swear!).  Needless to say, it was an extremely fitful night’s sleep for both of us.  At 2am, I text messaged our buddy, Muffin, to let him know we were going to bow out of the race and I curled up on the blow-up bed in our guest room.

At 8am, I was up, putzing around the kitchen, and planning a trip to the pharmacy to get bubs some cough medicine.  I kept looking at the clock and thinking about the fact that I was skipping a race I’d already paid for and at the very last second, I decided to go.

I threw on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and took off for the 20 minute drive to Mission Gorge, arriving minutes before the start.  I jogged to the check-in tent for my bib, then took off for the starting area.

***Random tidbit #2: I’ve run something like 30 races in the past year and a half and have NEVER had the #7 on my race bib!  Until today!  

I can’t say it brought me good luck or anything all that special.  It was a pretty anticlimactic end to the streak.  Oh well.

I’d say there were about 200 runners total for today’s races–there was a 10k at 9:00 and 5k at 9:15.  This seemed to be the biggest turnout of the three events in the series.

Anyhow, I wasn’t the only one who switched things up at the last minute.   Apparently, the race directors (those pranksters…), decided to alter the course and threw in some pretty diabolical mountain climbs.  On the other hand, I don’t think they had anything to say about how sunny and hot it was (70-degrees by 9am!), nor how awesomely muddy the course was!  My socks were soaked and shoes were caked with mud just a tenth of a mile into the race.

I carried the camera, but only remembered/managed to take pictures during the peaceful, flat, easy stretches.  There were several parts of the course that were so muddy, rocky and steep that they were impossible to run.  I was definitely feeling the uneven terrain in my ankles and achilles.  I was sucking wind and struggling and distinctly remember thinking: “Well, at least I know I’m alive!”

Trail running’s tough, man!  I have a love/hate appreciation for how thoroughly challenging (and d-i-f-f-i-c-u-l-t) it is… though the whole being in nature part really tips the scale in favor for it.

I mean, would you believe this landscape is just 20 minute from my house in Pacific Beach?!?!:

I leaped over a creak, rounded a bend and was shocked to abruptly cross the finish line–with only 5.8 miles on my Garmin!  What?!?!  Not only was it not a full 10k, but it wasn’t even a full 6-miler!  Boo!  I grabbed a bag of post-race goodies (which turned out to be several Larabar samples!  Score!) and jogged another two-tenths of a mile back to my car.

I certainly can’t say this trail run series has made me fall in love with trail running, but I feel pretty confident that it’s making me a better/stronger runner.  And I think the dirty shoes make me look more legit, dontcha think?  Too bad these puppies have far too many miles on them and need to be retired, like, last year.

Check out my mile splits–they’re all over the place!:

Mile 1: 9:21
Mile 2: 10:48
Mile 3: 9:41
Mile 4: 12:45
Mile 5: 11:44
Mile 6: 9:05

Garmin Results: 6.0 miles, 1:03:24 (10:34/mile)
Official Time: 6.2 miles, 1:01:31 (9:55/mile)

Weeeeeeee!!!!!!!! kned!!!!!!!!

6 Mar

Weekend’s are awesome for a million different reasons.  This one’s awesome because I really, really, really need it after the helluva week I just had.

You know, as soon as I typed that I felt like a fraud because, really, who am I kidding?!?!  I don’t have a stress in the world!  …at least not compared to 99.9% of the world  …my life’s about as easy-peasy, stress-free, and all gravy, baby, as it gets.  I need to shush up.

Speaking of moms…

We got these little samples of Cascadian Farm Organic Dark Chocolate Almond Granola in our Carlsbad Half Marathon goody bags.  I’m gluten intolerant, Jared can’t digest nuts since he’s sans colon, and my mom loves this cereal.  I mean, hello!  Dark chocolate, almonds and granola!?!?  Yum!  When we got these samples, I called her up and said: “Mom!  You have to come visit!  We have cereal for you!”

I guess you could say that was the straw that broke the camel’s back because she’s gearing up for her first solo plane ride in forty–yes, forty years!!!!  My amazing, wonderful, best-momma-in-the-world will be flying from Cincinnati to San Diego in t-minus 9 days, where she’ll spend the week enjoying the granola samples that warranted a $300+ flight across the country… doing laundry (hey, she likes it!), spoiling her grand-dog, dishing out endless hugs and cheering her curly-haired heart out as I take on LA!  Oh, and we’ll most definitely be eating Yogurtland.  Duh.

I’ve said before that my hubby’s my number one fan, but truthfully, that title should go to my mom… after all, she baked and birthed me on (what she calls) the best day of her life.  True story.  I am so, so, so excited and grateful she’ll be spectating at the LA Marathon in, ahem, 2 weeks.

Who needs to follow an 18-week marathon training plan when you have an awesome good luck charm like my momma cheering in the crowds?!

She can’t wait.  I really can’t wait.

Neither can Sully…

18 miles before work

1 Mar

Happy Running Tuesday!  I just trekked 18 miles around Fiesta Bay, Fiesta Island, Sea World, Mission Beach, Sail Bay and on home.  I won’t lie, it was a tough one, but I did it!  A little postrun yoga (check out this 10-minute sequence) and a quick shower, then I’m off to work, where I’ll spend my day dreaming of the Yogurtland that I will be eating tonight… mmm…

In Other Awesome News-Land, I am officially REGISTERED to run the Long Beach International Marathon AGAIN!

As most of you remember, including my irritable right IT band, Long Beach 2010 was a beast.  It was one of the best and most difficult challenges of my life, and as any true Marathon Maniac would be, I am so ready to take on that beast all over again.  I guess you could say I’m going back for revenge.

Or perhaps I just need to run a marathon in order to justify eating this ginormous bowl
of Maggiano’s awesomeness… either way, I am stoked!
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