And On The Seventh Day

When I ran from Colorado to Michigan, I was frequently asked "WHY?!?!?!?" - yes, that, but also: "Did you take any days off?"

The answer to the first is inexplicable.
The answer to the second is: Yes. I would run for 6 days and take the 7th day off. Most would think that would be to rest, but really, more urgently, it was to do laundry. I only had enough running gear to go 6 days. (Changing socks at midday each day really takes its toll on the sock inventory). This past week was a bit hectic here at the homestead and I didn't get around to laundering my running gear. These are the consequences:

The Week That Was

Last week was a tough one for the Miller clan. Kendall's uncle Dwight was moved to a hospice facility here in Boulder on Sunday. Family gathered, some stayed with us, lots of visiting, lots of laughing (the Millers are a lively bunch for any occasion), and Dwight died peacefully on Thursday morning, February 23rd. During the week we were fortunate to play host to Kendall's aunt Virginia (Dwight's sister) and Kendall's brother Andy; both great story tellers and wonderful company. (Photo, left to right: Andy, Virginia, Kendall)

Through the week, training for the 60k continued. The biggest disruption was the windstorm on Wednesday (winds were clocked at 89 mph here in Boulder) which meant my planned 3-hour run was reduced to 20 minutes, coming to a halt when a piece of fence blew past me and I decided I valued my life more than a few extra miles. The most fun run of the week was Thursday's when bro-in-law Andy cycled at my side while I ran. We have spent many a mile over the past 3 (almost 4) decades running or cycle/running together. I miss those times; it was treat to do it again.

The big run of the week came on Saturday. I carefully plotted a 30-mile run, mostly on trails (Wednesday's winds were snow-eaters and trails were once again available!) that would take me east and south. The run started with chilly temps (in the teens) that quickly warmed as the sun rose. Singletree and Coal Creek trails offered up the occasional snowdrift, one blown over tree, and one ice-filled tunnel - but otherwise delightful running. The Rock Creek trail and intersecting trails to Stearns Lake were a 5-mile study in shoe-sucking, slip-sliding mud. Oofdah; what a lot of work. Yikes! From Stearns it was on to mile 20 and Broomfield's Lake Link trail system which started with a glorious gravel trail along open space. Great running...except for the wind that began to kick up (big blustering high kicks that stayed with me the last 10 miles. Yikes again!). Eventually the gravel turned to concrete and started dipping into neighborhoods...rather difficult to follow, especially 25 miles into a run. Overall, from start to finish, it was a pretty nifty route with views of the Continental Divide that wouldn't quit - often as a backdrop to a lake or pond with gazillions of geese flying in and bobbing about.

(Running down from McKay Lake, foothills/Continental Divide in background)

(Left photo: still chipper at end of Coal Creek Trail, mile 15. Right photo: whupped and wind-whipped, mile 31, end-of-run)

I did learn a valuable lesson, though - one that I should have already had drilled into my brain from the run to Michigan. I had printed out maps of the run to carry along. Not wanting to carry a whole lot of paper, they were somewhat high-level maps - about 5 or 6 miles per print. This is not enough detail. I had four misdirections during the run. Result? My carefully mapped out 30-miler turned into a surprise 31-miler. I was whupped at the end but...perhaps even more ready for the upcoming 60k, eh?!

(Post-run, happily reunited with Taz pup)

The Day-After Test

I firmly believe that one of the best methods of evaluating one's fitness is not just by the results of a race or hard effort - but by how well one feels running the day after a race or hard effort. Thus, this morning's run, after yesterday's 28-miler was of great interest to me. The test was a particularly tough one because, during yesterday's run, Kendall got a call asking if his aunt, who was flying in late last night, could stay with us. So!

• Yesterday's test: 28-mile run, a flurry of house cleaning, and up until midnight.
• Today's test: out the door at 6 a.m. for the 4.5-mile run to my volunteer job, work for an hour, and run home.

Outcome: Weehaww!!! Passed with flying colors!!! 60k four weeks from tomorrow may just happen!!!

Speaking of Kendall's aunt. She is delightful company. Many a tale to tell and a great sense of humor. (And, besides that, she and Taz became fast friends within moments of meeting each other.) She is also the author of Doc Susie, a fascinating read; pick it up if you haven't already had the pleasure.

Week's Review

17 miles into today's run - lovely countryside, stellar views

The bad news of the week: I got slammed by a cold last weekend forcing a couple of easy days on a week that was supposed to be the toughest of the 3-weeks hard/1 week easy cycle.

The good news: After a couple of easy days, the running just flowed, culminating with this weekend's running: a pretty quick 10 miles yesterday and a surprisingly easy-going 28 miles today. I did slow a tad the last four miles or so, but until then had been running a steady 11.5 minute miles (I had thought I'd be running more like 12 minute miles). Unexpected highlights:

• a road I had never been on before that was curvy, rolling, trees, ponds, dirt road, tucked away farm, huge nests (eagle?)...lovely lovely lovely.
• as I was running north, about 14 miles into the run, the former director of the department I worked for pre-retirement, came running south. I hadn't seen him for years. Quite fun catching up while we were both out of breath and ready to keep running.
• about 26 miles into the run, one of my former co-workers came cycling by; hadn't seen her for months. Lots of fast chatting before we each went on our way.

Finishing up, feelin' good!

And, of course, the "usual" highlights: buffalo, llamas, cows, sheep, sheep herding dogs, yard ornaments, flocks of geese, sailing hawks, stunning views of the Continental Divide and Longs Peak. Oh! And Kendall waiting with a cinnamon roll at mile 28. Woohoo!

From left to right: "Got Hay" sign, sheep herding dog and his flock, rabbit in wood keeping an eye on the road. Below: Berthoud mural

Shopping Run

Two outings bookended the day today:
1) 1 hour 46 minutes of running around and about the south end of town...after originally planning about an hour's run but the time flew by with the easy running, lovely day, and Amie's company.
2) 1 hour 46 minutes (plus or minus...mostly plus some minutes) making good on our Christmas present to Devon: a shopping trip for interview clothes for him. He's gonna be lookin' mighty fine, head (well, neck) to toe: ties, dress shirts, slacks, belts, shoes, even dress gold-toe socks.

The day's events once again confirmed that which all who know me well, know well: it's a sure bet you'll find me running every day...and it's a rare rare day when you'll find me shopping. I do believe I've met my shopping quota for the year (but I've miles to run before I sleep yup yup).

The Fastest 3 Hours Ever

...simply give yourself a couple of easy days ('cuz of a stupid cold), arrange to meet a friend 10 minutes into your run, and gab gab gab away the miles. Voila! Three hours done and feelin' good. Thanks Amie!



btw - today is Knox College's 175th birthday. Happy birthday to a college that really did make a difference to my boys. In honor of the occasion, Knox alum all over the world are posing in their Knox gear. My boys got cozy with a buffalo on the CU campus for their photo op.

Valentines Thoughts

As I chopped and whisked and stirred my way around the kitchen prepping dinner for my favorite valentine, my mind danced through time as love tunes floated out from the stereo. I have been very lucky, so many great friends, so much love throughout my life. Family, school mates from grade school to grad school, work mates, running mates and my life mate. I would not be who I am or able to do what I've done or am doing without all of these people in my life. Extraordinarily lucky.

Photos from top to bottom:
1) My sons, the lights of my life, Christmas 2011 (Paul on left, Dev on right of photo);
2) Vaughan family back in Petoskey after PJ's 1973 college graduation (Paula, mom, dad & brother);
3) Paula and high school buddies Dave, Carl & Pam before high school Sadie Hawkins dance;
4) Paula and high school buddies Connie & Carl at the beginning of the last mile of Paula's 1400 mile run to Petoskey, August 1, 2007;
5) Paula and her work group (and husband Kendall far left) on retirement day July 28, 2006
6) Paula and the running gang and families at Mary's 50th birthday celebration, 2010
7) Paula and running buddies AndyE (left) and Joe (right) on a wintry run, 2006
8) Paula and ace Boulder-to-Petoskey support crew Lysa (left) and Deb (right) at the post Boulder-to-Petoskey run celebration August, 2007
9) Kendall's grand family (photo taken at Steve's 60th birthday celebration gathering, summer 2009)
10) Kendall, my love. June 2010 along Petoskey's Little Traverse Bay

Sensible

Sensible: Endowed with good sense; intelligent, reasonable, judicious.
[according to the Oxford English Dictionary]

I believe I may have reason to question my sensibility of late.


For example, yesterday after my run, after getting out of wet clothes, getting some food (rice with fresh pineapple and a wee bit of butter and brown sugar - oh so good!), and filling the bath tub with cold water, I glanced at my watch. 5:25. I switched modes. 1:15. A "sensible" person would be looking at her watch at 5:25 p.m. and seeing that she ran 1 hour and 15 minutes. But, no, this person was looking at her watch at 1:15 p.m., having just run 5 hours and 25 minutes. Starting early in the morning, when it was 16 degrees, with roads covered with ice and snow.

As if I needed confirmation of my lack of sensibility, today I left even earlier, before dawn in fact, with the temperature at 10 degrees, a fresh couple inches of snow on the ground (hiding the residual ice of course) and more snow drifting down from the sky.

And then there's that whole 60k on my 60th birthday thing. Why don't I have a sprinter's mentality? 60 yards in 60 seconds at age 60 for example. Now that would be sensible, eh?

[photos from the Goose Creek Bike Path, between 30th and Foothills, Boulder, Colorado]

Three cheers for friends and trails

Boulder is still shivering beneath a layer of snow. Consequently, roads - with their snow-banked narrow lanes, iced surfaces, and zooming traffic - are not an ideal running venue. One alternative is the concrete bike paths; safe, cleared of snow, but hard on the legs. That is the alternative Amie and I chose today for 90 minutes (most of Amie's run, about half of mine). Eschewing the dicey roads, we headed for the concrete path around little Viele Lake in south Boulder. Around and around we went, a run routine that I would normally get bored with and bail on but our mouths were running as fast as our feet and time flew by.

When Amie headed for home, I headed out to the roads, hoping to find some that would be clear enough to offer a pleasant run. I kept heading up and west thinking that with less traffic, the road running would improve, but it just wasn't happenin'. Then I spotted an entrance to the trail that runs along the base of NCAR hill. It beckoned. I answered. And the running improved dramatically. Packed snow, no ice, no traffic. Yup. Trails, still the best running around!

More snow!

We woke up today to more snow falling from the sky. Where to run? Where to run?

<- Town? or Trail? ->














...the answer: