Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Diablo 50K











I had never enjoyed a marathon when I decided I wanted to do Diablo 50K. I figured training for a trail run and the event itself would be better. 17 weeks of training paid off in a wonderful day.

I ran for more than nine hours, over 31 miles and a climb that made me feel like Vegeta because it was "over 9000!". But the best part was having friends there. I had friends both there at the finish and running with me. There were times when I was full of steely determination thinking failure was not an option, there were times when I broke down in tears feeling I couldn't possibly continue. But mostly I felt so happy and prepared and good.

I paced very conservatively, keeping my heart rate to around 145 even though I felt like I had a lot more energy. Didn't have 90+ degree heat, although it did get hot enough to slow me down for a while. I paid close attention to food, eating nearly 350 calories every hour. I managed hydration and salt intake well. The descent took the same time both times, but getting up the hill took an extra hour the second time around. First loop took 4:10, Second loop took 5:10.
For several hours my training buddy Enrique ran next me. It's strange knowing someone is the exact same pace as you.. to the minute out of hours and hours. Every single time I got ahead of him he would catch me after a few hours, and vice versa. It was pretty clear that if I was going faster than him I was probably working too hard and the reverse was true as well. Toward the end of the race I just decided to use that knowledge and we just went the same pace.

It was a wonderful adventure. I'm looking forward to doing my second 50K at North Face.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Silly Link

hehe http://www.noob.us/humor/toddler-fails-at-hula-hoop/

Saturday, July 10, 2010

If running long is wrong, I don't want to be right

I love the feeling I have after a run. I feel as if I can sit here comfortably all day and do nothing. Like everything is right in the world and there is no pressing reason for me to do anything. I feel like I've been challenged and rose to the occasion.

There were some amazing views from the top of the mountain. I saw San Francisco completely blanketed by fog with only the Sutro Towers poking out. I saw trees and flowers, lizards and birds. I felt the hot sun beating down on me, and cold in the shade. I danced on the downhills avoiding rock outcrops and low hanging branches. I felt the tightness in my legs as I got dehydrated, the soreness of my toes from running the rocky trail, the burn of hard effort as the trail tipped upward, and the refreshment as I stopped at a water fountain and drank deeply. Now I mostly just feel relaxed.

Some people think I'm crazy because of the goals I have, the workouts I do, but I just love the feeling that comes when I finish a run.