Leave wanting more

Running has been good lately.  I have been remembering why I love it so much.  The past several weeks have been filled with runs that are truly good for the soul.

A few weeks ago, I ran with the group in the Santiago Creek area.  We are running a trail race there in March and decided to do the very hilly race route.  It was steep and it was hard, but I enjoyed every minute of it.  It was one of those glorious days where the weather, the company and the setting came together to make a great run.  It was chilly, but not too cold.  The sun was shining.  Recent rains had left some of our regular trails covered in water.  In fact, our normal route was blocked by a fast-moving river.  It forces us to go a different way and it was great.  The steep climbs were rewarded by fantastic views.



I was grinning ear to ear the entire time.  I powered up the hills and flew back down with reckless abandon.  I could have run for hours.  Unfortunately, we had time commitments and had to be back.  I left truly wanting more.  I couldn’t wait to get back.  Just writing about it makes me want to go run there.

But I couldn’t go back the next weekend.  My dad’s birthday was the next weekend.  It was his 70th and my sister was having a get-together for him and his twin brother along with my cousins.  As you all know, finances have been difficult this year, so a flight up to Portland is tough.  My sister and brother pitched in to fly me up to surprise my dad.  It was a great weekend.  It was so short though.  I haven’t been home to Oregon in over two years and it just made me want to spend more time there.
During my weekend in Oregon, I was able to get a couple of runs in.  On Saturday morning, I ran from my mom’s house to the local golf course.  When I was in high school, they built a beautiful path around the golf course.  I have walked on that path.  I have gone after hours and drank beer on that path.  But I have never run on that path.  I was never a runner when I lived in Oregon.  It was a wonderful jog down memory lane and a great run.  It was the first run in a while that I have run by myself—just me and my music.  I can truly say that it was joyful. The path is situated such that it feels like you are running through the woods.  In addition, the weather was perfect.  Lately, the runs that I have enjoyed most were due to the company.  This run was different.  I enjoyed it because of the run.  I haven’t experienced that kind of runner’s high in a long time.  Once again, I could have run for hours.  And again, I had time constraints.  We had places to go.  I was left wanting more…but in a good way.

The next morning, I had the pleasure of meeting an old high school friend for an eight mile run.  Angel and I were good friends in high school.  We drifted apart in college, as friends so often do.  Not too long ago we reconnected via facebook.  She and I found a new common ground with running.  She is also a marathoner.  Neither of us were runners in high school and have both taken it up in our 40’s. We ran a trail called the Springwater Corridor.  This is a biking/running trail that runs from Mt. Hood to Portland.  Angel told me that the race featured in the Hood to Coast Movie ran along this path. Fun! Even though we haven’t seen each other since 2005, at our 20 year reunion (when neither of us had started running), the time flew by as we chatted the miles away.  It was a wonderful run and it made me a little sad that we don’t live closer to each other.*

Finally, last weekend, we headed out to Santiago Creek again.  While I was gone, the group ran out to Irvine Park and saw a Bald Eagle!  That is pretty rare in these parts.  In fact, wildlife photographers are flocking to the area to catch his image.  The main point of our run Saturday was to spot the eagle.  It was a gorgeous morning.  As usual, we all had mommy commitments and had to be back at a certain time.  We never saw the eagle, but had yet another great run.  And, yes…I was left wanting more.
I haven’t been in training mode lately and my total mileage reflects that.  However, I have had plenty of good-for-the-soul runs in the past month or so and I have really rediscovered my love of running.  I think a key is that I am left wanting more.  I haven’t run to my limit—I don’t get my fill. It is not as if I am left unsatisfied, it is more like my appetite is whetted for more.  While I sometimes like to run until I feel like I can’t run further, my shorter runs lately have been great.

So, my conclusion is…if you are looking to rekindle that spark with your relationship with running, leave wanting more.  Finish your run before it finishes you. 

Happy Running…

*If you live in the Portland area, do me a solid and support my friend’s local race.  It is to raise money for her daughter’s school.  Sign up!

Wild Runs and Wild Life

I haven’t blogged in two weeks.  Bad blogger.  School started this morning and in the past couple of weeks we seemed to be busy squeezing all we could out of the summer.  I am going to use this post to recap some of my runs over the past couple of weeks.

Last Saturday, we had a great long run down at the beach.  The weather was still uncharacteristically cool and the sun didn’t come out at the beach our entire run.  I had twenty on my schedule, but Kelly and Joan wanted to do eighteen.  I took the long way to get to Kelly’s house before driving to the pier and gave myself almost a two mile head start.  We ended up running nineteen, giving me twenty one for the day!  We ran up to “the water tower.”  I had never been on this run, but it was obvious where our turnaround spot was.  The crazy thing is that the water tower is an actual home!  They apparently live up in the round part of the tower.  Cool!


That Tuesday, I met Joan for a run in the trails.  She had shown me a fabulous trail off Weir Canyon the week before and I was eager to run it again.  It has a lot of hills and mostly single track.  At one point, we ran through a tunnel under a road.  I don't mean an underpass, but an honest-to-goodness tunnel.  At one point we couldn’t see our feet, even though we could see the light coming through the other end.  Trippy.

Joan realized that trails don’t scare me.  I don’t worry about getting lost and am willing to try a new one if it means finding a fun new route.  She asked if I wanted to try a trail she had always wanted to explore, but didn’t want to do it alone.  Of course I would!  From this point on, we explored the area, trying new trails and some areas that weren’t even trails.  We battled overgrown brush and even some giant spiders.  Yuck!

At one point, we looked up at the top of the hill and saw a deer.  We stopped and tried to wait for him to run down the hill, but he/she saw us and was willing to wait us out.  I am glad that the deer is as far as the wild life got that day.  We were out a bit later than normal and the sun was really starting to get hot.  I was very worried about seeing a snake (I HATE SNAKES), and thank goodness I didn’t.

I met Marci last Wednesday for an eight miles tempo run.  We did a good job of keeping our pace faster than marathon pace (8:45), but not quite to half marathon pace (a little over 8:00).  Most of our tempo miles were right around 8:30.  It felt good to work a little harder and remind my legs how to run a bit faster.   We ran through a neighborhood that had a lot of horse properties.  Every other house or so had a stable or corral and horses.  I was taken by surprise when I saw a ZEBRA!
You can see his buddy the llama (or alpaca) coming up behind him.  These people also had an ostrich, a pot-bellied pig, more llamas and a bunch of donkeys.   You really don’t see that every day!

We have run a couple times in the last week into the Boy Scout camp just past Irvine Park.  It is a great hilly run with a lot to see.  How beautiful is this run??
  
Yesterday, we saw a different kind of critter.  No deer or even coyotes were spotted.  Just an incredibly creepy crawly.

Joan put her hand down to give reference to show how big this thing was.  Ewwwwww.
   
And, of course, we run our beloved Santiago Creek at least once a week.  I never get tired of this place to run.  Now that we have branched out and tried new trails from this route, I know I’ll never get bored here.  There are so many trails and so many kinds of terrain.


In the middle of all these great runs was a little race called the LA Mud Run.  I will post a race report soon.  I still have to get the pictures developed, and that is something I am not used to doing.  I ran with a disposable water proof camera so I am hoping for some fun muddy pictures.

I am so lucky to live so close to such fabulous places to run.  Add all the wonderful people I have met to run with, this is turning out to be a great training cycle!

Happy Running!

Another great long run

On Saturday, I wanted to knock out an eighteen mile run.  I also wanted to run with my friends.  Kelly wanted to stay close to home because she had to be done early for family obligations (which also meant that she didn’t have time to run eighteen miles).  We decided to run our favorite route on the Santiago Creek trail to Irvine Park and add Peters Canyon to make it long.  When mapping it out, I decided to invite all my runner friends of various abilities, since there were various places for people to drop out.

Nine people showed up to the run at an early 5:30 meetup time!  I was so excited.  We had people running six, eight, fourteen and eighteen miles.  I was the only one running eighteen, so I made sure to have my music with me for those last lonely miles.  We also had various paces.  The group naturally fell into pace groups of two or three people.

I ran the first part with Shannon and Stacey.  It was their first time running the creek and there are confusing turns in order to get to the trail heading out to Irvine Park.  I didn’t want them getting lost.  They run at a relaxed pace, a bit slower than I like to run my long runs, but it was a very pleasant way to warm up.

About four miles into it, as we were running around Irvine Park, I decided that I needed to make sure that I knew where Kelly, Marci and Kristen were.  They were running fourteen and since Shannon and Stacey were only doing six or so miles, I wanted to keep the others in my sights.  Shannon and Stacey urged me to go ahead.  They knew how to get to the parking lot where Stacey and I had dropped off her car.  They would be fine for the last few miles.  So I ran ahead with Rod*, who had run back to check on Lori and Heidi behind us.

I caught up with Kelly, Marci and Kristen and ran with them down to and around Peters Canyon.  Our pace increased from just under 12:00 for the first four miles to under 10:00 (except for the mile with two big hills in Peters Canyon) for the next several miles.  We opted not to do the BIG hills in Peters but hills, in general, are unavoidable there.

One of the best things about running with Marci is that we can push each other well.  Our paces are very similar and I am excited to run the Long Beach Marathon with her.  She was running up the last big hill in Peters Canyon and I ran right alongside her.  I could tell we both wanted to run to the top.  It was great pushing myself like that, even if it was for a short hill. Kelly and Kristen followed behind us.  We stopped at the top to drink some water, catch our breath and enjoy the scenery.

Kelly and Kristen cresting the hill

Marci enjoying the view

At this point, it was right about mile thirteen.  Their cars were at the Albertsons parking lot about a half mile (uphill) away.  We got to the cars and the three of them headed home.  I still had over four miles to go.  I decided to run into Irvine Park to refill some water.  Even though the temperature was perfect, I had consumed most of the water I had carried with me.

We had all hoped to see wildlife during the run.  In the past, we have seen deer, coyotes and even a couple skunks.  The only wildlife spotted was during the solo section of my run.
I probably saw a dozen peacock.  I had never seen so many together.  They were like a flock…and I didn’t think they were flock birds.  This was about half of them hanging around this parking lot in the park.  Crazy.

The last five miles of my run went by quickly.  My pace was all over the place due to the hills and terrain, but I was able to run mile sixteen at a 9:00 pace.  I felt really good and didn’t feel much fatigue until about mile seventeen.  By that time, I was on the trail back to the car and I knew I was almost done.

I ended up running 18.69 miles at a pace of 10:30 per mile.  Having the run broken into three distinct sections** really helped to make it seem less like a long run.  In fact, this was my favorite run in a while (replacing last week’s long run).

I took yesterday off, but easily could have run.  I think I might add a Sunday recovery run into my plan.  I ran six miles today and felt good.  I am happy with how I am recovering from these long runs.  I don’t remember enjoying them quite this much the last go-around.  I am excited for the rest of the training cycle.

Happy Running….

*Rod only ran between six and eight miles that day.  Normally, he would have run the entire run with me.
**1st—Shannon and Stacey 2nd—Marci, Kelly and Kristen, 3rd—solo.

The end of one year... the beginning of another

I ended 2009 by running a total* of 1017 miles.    I ended December with a record month of 153 miles.  I am pretty happy about my December results considering how crazy life gets in December.  It was a pretty stressful month and focusing on running helped keep me balanced.

I ran a great run on December 31.  I had a six mile tempo run on the schedule (a mile warm up, four miles at half marathon pace, a mile cool down).  I started out a different direction than usual instead of doing a straight out and back, in order to mix it up a bit.  I ran a loop and then headed down to the river.  After a mile warm up, I went into my "tempo" miles.  My optimistic half marathon pace is 8:30.  I'm not sure if I can run that fast for 13.1 miles, but that is how I am training.  That first mile was an effort (8:28).  I was able to get into a bit of a groove on the second mile (8:23).  The next two were 8:24 and 8:26.  As I was running along the river, I was trying to figure out how far out I needed to run before turning back.  I can never seem to do math when I am running, especially early in the morning when I am tired.  During the last tempo mile, I realized that I miscalculated my distance.  I was more than three miles from home and I needed to get back in time for my husband to go to work.  Instead of slowing down, I sped up (8:12).  The seventh mile was 8:55 (it is uphill).  By the time I got close to home, I knew I would make it in time and did the last 3/4 mile at a 9:53 pace.  My 6 mile run turned into 7.76 and it was a great way to end the year.

Today I ran for the first time in the new year, after a very relaxing day yesterday.**  I am planning on running a half marathon next Saturday, so I wanted to do my long run today.  I also wanted to run with my friend, Kelly.  She wanted to run between 12 and 14 miles.  We ended up running 12.5 miles together (she could have gone further, but that is the distance when we got back to our cars).  I headed back out through the neighborhoods and ran another 7.6 miles.  I felt pretty good.  My feet really started to hurt around mile 18.  However, I was able to push myself to run the 18th mile under 9 minutes (8:51)!!    I got back to my car a little before my mileage goal, so I ran around the parking lot of the school where I was parked until I reached this distance:

 Happy New Year!!!!

I averaged 10:25 for all twenty miles.  I thought that was pretty good, considering that a good chunk of our run was in Santiago Creek with steep hills and uneven terrain.  All in all, it was a great start to the year.

Stay tuned for a 2009 recap, as well as a post looking forward into 2010.

Happy Running.

*This could be higher, since I did not log every run and had to get information from several sources.  I ran at least 1017 miles.  :-)
**Relaxing except for the very frustrating Rose Bowl where my Ducks' defense forgot to show up.

Trail blazing

I had two great trail runs this weekend.  Today's, seriously, kicked my ass, but I'll get to that in a bit.

Saturday morning, Kelly and I met to run the Santiago Creek Trail.  It had been a while since we had run it and we were both looking forward to it.  It was COLD* and it took a while to get in the groove.  I was tired from Christmas activities and woke up with a headache.  I'm glad I had arranged to meet Kelly, otherwise I think I would have opted to stay in bed.

The morning was beautiful, once we warmed up a bit.  We were soon struck how beautiful the creek was.  The trees even had some color, something we don't get a lot of around here.  In this picture you can see a good example of southern California foliage- colorful trees and cactus. 

We had a great run talking about everything from family to religion to travel.  It was just the kind of run I needed during this chaotic time.  We both have stressful things going on in our lives and it was nice just to run and chat.

When we were heading back towards our car, I wanted to add a little mileage and suggested we run over the dam.  The last time we had run here, the "lake" by the dam was completely dry.  Saturday, it was an actual lake.

We ran across the dam, where the path ended.  We could see another trail a few hundred feet away, on the other side of the hill.  We decided to see what that other trail was like, so we decided to blaze our own trail.  I snapped a picture of Kelly climbing up the hill.  It was a fun little adventure.

As we made our way down a steep bank and onto the trail we said good morning to a woman on her horse.  She asked if we saw the sign saying to stay on the trail.  Ummm... no?  She informed us that she was an off-duty ranger for the park and that we need to stay on the trails for our safety.  Uh oh.  She was very nice and scolded us in the nicest way.   As we ran off, we both laughed.  Of course, the one time we break the rules and do something rebellious, we get caught!   We still had fun.

We ended up running nine miles at a nice, easy pace.  I am glad we didn't go too hard, especially knowing now how my Sunday run would end up.

Sunday, I set out to complete the run I started last week and was cut short.  I had done a quick estimate that it would be approximately fifteen miles.  However, it is nearly impossible to measure the distance of the trails on Gmap or Mapmyrun., especially when they are single track through the hills.

It is about five miles (mostly uphill) to the trailhead.  Once I got past the steepest part, I settled in and relaxed.  I took a Gu right before I got off the streets and into the canyons.  As I ran in, I thought for a moment about the fact that I was running by myself.  I remembered seeing so many hikers, bikers and horseback riders the day before that I wasn't worried.  But this sign gave me pause**:

Holy CRAP.  I wondered if I looked like lion food in my long-sleeved pink compression top and black running tights.  I doubted it.  There were lots of tasty rabbits all through those hills.  Why would a lion want me?  It still made me nervous.  I ran into a couple other runners who assured me that the only people who get hurt by them are the ones that get too close to the dens, especially when there are cubs.  Those mamas are very protective.  I had no intention of searching out a lion's den during my run.

The trails were tough.  They were rutty and steep.  I admit that I had to walk a few times. I didn't get to fly going downhill because I really had to watch my footing.  But it was all still a lot of fun.

The weather had warmed up nicely and it was a gorgeous day.  It is hard to believe that there is still an expanse of wilderness in this area, so close to LA.***  Looking east, all you see is wilderness.  And all this is less than five miles from my house.

There were plenty of other people on the trails.  Hikers, bikers and runners enjoyed the gorgeous morning.  Three runners blew by my like I was standing still.   As I was running behind them, I noticed footprints in the loose dirt.  One set were bare footprints!  Wow, out here on this rocky trail?  It made me think of Born to Run and the fantastic runners in that book.   I looked ahead during one of the switchbacks and realized that none of the three runners were barefoot.   Then I looked more closely at the prints and there was tread on the bare ones.  Aha!  One of those guys was wearing Vibram Five Fingers!  Cool!   What a great place to feel the ground!   I wondered briefly if I would ever get the nerve up to wear something like that on a trail like this.  I was having enough trouble in my comfy trail shoes.  Who knows?

My plan was to run along the canyon and then cut back to the streets to head back to my house.  Once in the canyon, I rarely saw any houses.  The trails took me southeast away from the neighborhoods.  After a while, I knew that I needed to get back home.  I saw some homes and started taking trails that headed that way.  But the trails kept turning away from civilization.  There was no trail access from the homes I encountered.  At one point, I was ready to hop a fence and go through someone's backyard.  I climbed a hill to get a look at where the trails went and saw one with a nice wooden fence-- definitely part of a neighborhood path.  The only way to get there, however, was to go all the way around this little canyon.  It would add several miles.  I was starting to get tired.  I had been running for about twelve miles and knew I was several miles from home and didn't want to push it too hard.  Once again, I went off the trail and cut between trails.  This time, I stayed near the houses.  It was obvious that I wasn't the first to do this.

When I finally found an outlet from the canyon into a neighborhood, I had no idea where I was.  I had forgotten to charge both my Garmin and my phone the night before.  The Garmin ran out of juice just before I found pavement and my phone was pretty low.  I didn't want to risk using all my batteries to try to find Google Maps on my phone**** since I needed to call my husband to let him know where I was.  When I found a familiar street,  I realized I had gone further than I had thought.  Had I not blazed my own trail, I would have ended up further east and MUCH farther out of my way.

It turns out, I was about six miles from home.  That was a LONG six miles.  The trails had worn me out and I was tempted to call home and ask for a ride.  My kids were sick, so I really didn't want them to go out and about.  I would just tough it out.   Those six miles were very reminiscent of the last six miles of a marathon.  My legs were hurting all over.  I was tired.  I was almost out of water and had no more Gu or candy.  I just wanted to get home.

When I finally got to my neighborhood, I took the shortcut up some stairs to get home, rather than run around the block and up the hill.  It cuts off about a half a mile or more.  I realized later***** that I am only one mile from 1000 miles.   Had it been December 31, I don't know if I could have run that extra mile to reach that milestone.   I was that tired.  I had run 18.2 miles on a very difficult route. 

I made myself take an ice bath.  Brrrrrrrr..... NOT fun in 50 degree weather!  I am pretty sure it helped, however, since I don't feel too bad today.  I am more sore than usual, but I ran three miles further than my longest run so far this training cycle.

Overall mileage for the weekend: 27 miles!  
Overall mileage for the week: 43 miles!
Overall mileage for the month (so far): 135 miles!  That is a monthly mileage PR!


*Cold for us is in the high 30's and low 40's.  I know it isn't cold by standards of the rest of the country, but i definitely needed my gloves and a couple of layers.
** It read: Mountain lions may be found in this area.  They are important members of this natural environment.  Lions are quiet, secretive and seldom seen. Give them distance and respect.  RECENT SIGHTING 12/11/09."  
*** The picture looking toward the west makes me glad to be living in the hills to the east.  It was a beautiful clear day where I was... that haze in the distance is smog!
****I have only had my phone for a couple of weeks and still don't know all the applications.
*****Since my Garmin ran out of juice, I had to map out the rest of my run.  Luckily, the Garmin captured the trail portion of the run.  I had known that the batteries were low, so I didn't even turn it on until I reached the trailhead about five miles into the run.  I ran about seven miles in the canyon.