Race Day, Run!

Spooner's Cove Trail Race

Oh that kicked my trash.

Race dawned early, chilly and wet. I made my way out to Montana de Oro and arrived with plenty of time to pick up my bib, use the port a potty and chill in my car. My car was parked about 30 feet from the finish and 15 from the bathrooms, ha!

There were 5 distances running that day and we all started at the same time. The RD gave a few directions- which color flag to follow and where not to go. He called out all the distances and we all raised our hands each time- I was suddenly thankful I had done the smart choice and dropped to the 13K. Valencia Peak is rough on a good day and this was not my day.

The race started and we were off- uphill. Ha! The first mile weaves along the bluff which gave us great stormy waves to watch. It also brought the first rain and crazy wind. My hood flew off and never stayed on again. I was run/walking the flats as I knew the proximity to the ocean and the rainy, cloudy day were just an invitation to my asthma. My plan was to run/ walk the flats, power hike the climbs and run the downhills. This plan did work in the respect that I did not have even the slightest of a wheeze but it also resulted in a time I would not have predicted. And I was aiming pretty low.


We’re going to the top of the peak on the right

The first real climbs started in mile 2 but also gave me some good downhills. I couldn’t run the downhills as fast as I would have liked as I learned real quick that black mud has similar properties as black ice- hit a patch and you will go for a ride. I managed to stay upright but a runner behind me on one of the uphills was not so lucky. I heard a thud and crumpling plastic and turned to see a woman down. She popped up and said she was fine and we continued up.

Totally easy, right?

I was slowing way down as the climb got steeper and wetter. The wind was picking up and it tore my hat completely off my head. It was also wasn’t to bright of me to try to catch it as there were drops on either side of me. My right foot was starting to hurt as I was realizing that my trail shoes and I do not get along.

The top! Right after I chased my hat down a second time

I was sliding and slipping but still climbing. I may have been taking a few breaks to catch my breath too. People, I legit turned in a 34 minute mile for mile 5. Yes that was the last mile to the summit but how in the hell? I mean that mile was by far the sketchiest mile and a mile I find hard even in peak shape and good weather but how on earth did it take me 34 minutes????

Once at the top, I grabbed my rubberbands- you know proof I was there, even if I did take a wrong turn at the end and go the hardest way to the summit- and headed back down. Time to run free!!!

Except not really. Every time I hit a rock with my right foot, pain radiated. I may have started cursing. Out loud. A Lot. So, if you were out in MDO on Saturday and heard someone dropping f-bombs along the trail for a couple of miles- yep, that was me.

I finally hobbled my way towards the finish, over 2 hours after I started. Seriously, at one point, my mother sent me a text asking if I had fallen off a cliff. Well, I came close, ha!

So yeah 13K in 2:22:36. Y’all I finished dead last.

Which honestly I am fine with but it does confuse me. There were at least 4 people behind me when I left the summit- and I swear their bibs were the same color as mine. Either they didn’t finish or they were running one of the longer distances. I am just confused.

Even last, I still had a blast. Even if I was cursing for 4ish miles of that. Now, I am going to go start a bonfire for those shoes and ice my foot. I have big plans for 2020.

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Week 26- So Many Miles…

Just not on my feet.

Last week was the first of the big work trips and I was super nervous about it.   I was driving down to San Diego on Friday and back on Saturday.   I’d never driven that far by myself before.  I was only freaking out a little.  Ok, a fair amount.

I prepared plenty of podcasts to keep me alert- thanks Bibrave and This American Life- for some reason I can only seem to listen to podcast on long drives.  But the drives went well if not tiring.   As well as possible poor food choices.  😛

Monday- Yoga I wasn’t feeling too great so I passed on running after work and just headed home.  I did complete a yoga video later in the evening though.

Tuesday- 4.47 miles/ yoga Haha, should have paid more attention to the GPS before I stopped my watch.   I set out for a few miles and just tried to focus on how I was landing my left leg so my foot wouldn’t hurt.   I ended up re-lacing my shoe twice but overall it was a pretty decent run.

Wednesday- Yoga I meant to run, it fit my schedule better but for some reason I can’t remember I didn’t.😛

Thursday- 2.25 miles I had a few things I needed to get done before the next day’s trip but I wanted to get a few miles on my legs.  However my feet were so not on board.  Now, both feet were hurting?!  What?  Even yoga sounded like a bad idea-just painful.

Friday- Drive/work  I left my house around 5:45 in the morning and drove.  Unlike the race trip to San Diego, I made good time and arrived around 12ish.    Then we worked until after 6 and it was off to the hotel.  Originally I had considered running in the hotel fitness center but I was so tired that I crashed pretty hard once I found the hotel and then ate dinner.

Saturday- Drive home  This time I wasn’t so lucky and this drive took longer.  I hit so much more traffic through the Burbank- Ventura area.

Sunday- 5 miles I was hoping that my feet would allow me to get a good 6-8 mile run but my lungs had other ideas.   I had a freakin’ asthma attack in mile 3.  I was in denial at first but soon had to admit that it was real and that I really did need my inhaler.   And then again.  I was toast.  I tried to run again but it was just a farce.  I slogged my way home and called it at 5.

11.7 miles for the week.  Boo.  I am so behind where I need to be for the year and I need to figure out what is going on with my feet.

How was your week?

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Week 24- Landed Wrong

How is halfway through June?  I am so in denial.

I finally had my CT scan on Monday for my ever present side pain and I was glad to finally get that completed. Scheduling it for the afternoon wasn’t too bright but I made it work.

Later in the week I felt like I was run over by the tired truck. I was so damn tired from Wednesday on and I couldn’t figure out why. I fell asleep on my lunch Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and took a nap on Saturday. Everyone around me seems to sick with something so maybe I was fighting a bug or something? I don’t know.

Then there was my foot but more on that below.

Monday- 3.41 miles  Maybe heading out for a run after a day of fasting and drinking a ton of barium wasn’t a good idea. Combine that with 95* weather and while this run started out ok, things turned south on me at the halfway point and my stomach let me know that I needed to to back at my car sooner rather than later but could I please not run to get there? 😂

Tuesday- Rest

Wednesday- Rest I was planning on running but then the brother offered to take the family to dinner so food won out.

Thursday- 2 miles  This was not the plan for this run.   However a little over a mile in, I landed wrong on my left foot and felt a shooting pain.  I stopped, walked but it felt ok so I adjusted my shoelaces and my shoe and ran on.  Only to pull up short less than 1/2 mile later by the same stabbing pain in my foot.  And this time it didn’t go away.  I turned around and hobbled back to my car.

Friday- Rest I never run on Friday’s but I really wanted to make sure to take it easy on my foot.  The odd thing was that it didn’t feel horrible when I woke up or throughout the day.

Saturday- Rest Once again, I was resting the foot but it really did feel ok.   I actually spent the morning helping my brother buy a new truck.   When you’ve bought as many cars as I have, you get called in for reinforcement.  Well that and your resting bitch face.  😛  However it’s hard to be as helpful as possible when the Toyota dealership gets a shipment in the night before and one of those trucks happens to be the exact truck your brother was eyeing on the Toyota website right down to the color.  They were literally pulling the plastic off and he looked like a kid in a candy shop.  Poker face! Poker face!

Sunday- 3.1 miles Not the long run that I hoped for.  As soon as I put on running shoes, I knew my foot wasn’t happy.  What gives?! My foot had felt fine until then.   Grrr.  I still headed out for a run hoping that it would ease up.  I tried to run nice and easy and just focus on my form and sometimes it worked.   Mostly, not so much and then I landed in a pothole.  I kept the run short and on the slower side so as not to aggravate the foot any more.

8.56 milesfor the week.  I didn’t think I could run less than last week but I did.  Boo to landing wrong.

How was your week?