That time I ran 50 miles

I thought all my ultra-inspired lessons would come in one neat package on the trail, that they would fit snugly between the start and finish lines and I’d come out the other side a different person than when I started. That’s the thing with lessons – you invite them into your life and expect them to enter through the front door like gentlemen, but instead, they sneak in through the window while you’re sleeping and put your hand into a bowl of warm water.  Continue reading That time I ran 50 miles

What goes up…

That feeling of reaching a summit, when those last few hundred feet of vertical struggle is over, there is a feeling of relief, humility, awe, gratitude, achievement – but it is brief, and after a few minutes, it’s time to turn around and go back the way you came.  It’s not that the view gets old or that you don’t want to savor the moment, but the goal has been achieved and no matter where you sit, some pointy rock edge is jamming you in the ass – it gets cold and windy and chances are a storm will roll in before too long.  Before the journey down the mountain is even over, you find yourself already craving another and reminiscing about the journey up, almost wishing you were still headed in that direction.

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and the password is…. Mud

Quad Rock has a reputation for being either hot as balls or near blizzard conditions year to year.  Spring in Colorado is unpredictable and despite 70+ degree days surrounding race day, this year it was in the 50s with rain and mud.  Oh, so much mud.  And every kind of mud. There was the kind of mud that tries to steal your shoes, the kind of predator mud that stands by while its prey exhausts itself trying to stay upright, the splashy diarrhea mud, and the pottery-slip mud.  And in the final stretch was the kind of mud that turns your Salomons into Herman Munster shoes.

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Making strides

Hi stranger!  How the shit are you?

I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’ve just had a lot going on, and it has occupied most of my waking hours and some of the sleepy ones too.  The good news is that I stopped all the emotional flailing.  I removed myself from an environment that was bringing out the worst in me.  I let go of things I so crave but aren’t available to me.  I’m feeling much more centered despite the whirlwind of the past few months.  Here’s what I’ve been up to:

  • went under contract on a condo while out of town
  • closed on the condo in two weeks (loan paperwork, inspection, more loan paperwork, appraisal, final paperwork)
  • quit my job
  • moved
  • started a new job

Currently, I’m staring down the race schedule that somehow snuck up on me in the midst of all this.  I never did get on a specific training plan, but for the last couple of months I’ve averaged 160 mi // 35,000′ gainz, so I haven’t been grossly neglecting the miles or the vert – just the speed-work and hill repeats that are critical to a solid performance. smh

Right around mid-March, while I was traveling, there was a week where all I got in was a measly handful of shitty road miles. I had to make up dumb challenges to stay motivated as I dodged an unreasonable amount of shit smeared on the sidewalks.  Whether human or dog, I can’t say.  So when I got back to Boulder, I went balls out and put in a 53 mile week with 14,000′ vertical gain, followed up with a 46 mile week and another 8000′.  I started to feel it in all the wrong ways.  With a little help from Dr. Google, I self-diagnosed with ITBS, a typical beginner’s injury and got some advice from some other local trail runners that I admire and respect.  Over the last month, I’ve been getting weekly acupuncture treatments, rolling and stretching.  It’s made a HUGE difference and I’m looking forward to my first race next weekend.

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I’m not exactly sure how to train in between since I have two A races that are very different.  I’ve gotten some great advice, again, from local trail runners that I admire and respect.  I’m going to take it all in, assimilate the information, listen to my body and go with it.  I’d love to hear how you would train between these three races – tell me!

 

 

 

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How does a girl who grew up constantly being told “you’re so smart, you’re so pretty, you’re going to go so far in life” spend so many years feeling worthless, only to level-up to imposter syndrome once she gets older?  I figured it out yesterday while slow-jögging  up Green-Bear, as there is magic that happens when I move my feet in the dirt.  Self-worth, for those of us not innately blessed with it, has to be and more importantly, can beearned.  While I appreciate the external validation from the well-intentioned adults, it focused on celebrating qualities that were completely out of my control and did nothing to help me develop a sense of value or grow as a person. What I needed was to be taught a growth mindset.

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I went to the dark recesses of my mind and all I got was this stupid blog post.

I “used to” have this superstition that if I acknowledged an area of my life that was going well or that I was excited about something, I would jinx it and it would all fall apart.  I think I still feel that way to a degree.  I keep the things that excite me to myself, especially when they are still delicately taking shape.

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