Red Mountain Ultra

I have to be honest and tell the story behind the second place plaque. I have no idea what my time was either. It almost doesn't matter, because I don't even know for sure how many miles I ran. What happened was a land owner that lives in the mountains that we were running through apparently doesn't like this little race going through his backyard.  So, he got up early this morning and erased the chalk arrows on the ground at one of the forks and redrew them pointing to another path.  It wasn't too horrible because that path, although a few miles longer, eventually lead back to the main path so most of the people that went that way, including me, were okay.  The sad part is that once we got off on that wrong path, there were several other forks that could lead people off into the bush and far far off the main route with no way to end back up eventually on the right trail.  There was at least one other woman that was ahead of me at one point and ended up about a half and hour behind because of that disaster.  There was a professional ultra marathon woman that noticed that people were going in two different directions at one point, so she ran back a few miles and told someone that some of the runners were getting lost, then she got back on the path and started running.  She is the one that won the thing, even though she ran probably an extra 5-6 miles.  She caught up to me and passed me at about mile  24.  Her name is Krissy Moehl.  People had been telling me at the aid stations that I was the first woman they had seen pass, which made me so excited, but I was confused because I knew that I saw other women in front of me.  It still was pretty fun to have them say "Second Place Female!" when I crossed the finish line, even though I know I didn't really earn it.

I did have a great run though, and I attribute it to a couple of things.

*Advil!  2 at the starting line, 2 at miles 15,  21, 24, and 27.  I still cramped a little and had the usual fatigue, but no aches like last time.  No hip or knee issues.  Overall it made the run just completely different than last year.  Hallelujah and thank you, Ibuprofen.

* No headphones.  I know, I can't believe it either.  But it made it so much more enjoyable to be totally on the ride with the other runners and not just locked in my own head.  I was able to chat with other people and joke around.  It kept me going, I'm sure, when if I had had music it would have been much harder.

Starting line is really as miserable as it looks.  Cold and windy.  I loved the jacket I took with me, having learned from last year.  Dry-wicking wool.  I also wore Pearl Isumi sleeves, which I loved having on once the jacket got too warm for my core, but the wind was still blowing and would have been cold on my skin.  I shed them at maybe mile 14 and hung them on my belt.  No weight at all.  A great purchase.

There are several peaks on the trail that have great lookouts.  I promised myself I would take enough time to take some pictures.  These views are the highlight of this run.

Before you hit the pavement you run over three washes.  Last year there was not a whole lot of water in them.  I just jumped over without getting wet feet.  This year two of them were deep and wide enough that we had no choice but to stomp through them, getting wet up to our mid-calves.  One other woman and I spent about 20 seconds at the first big one trying to figure a way across without getting wet.  Finally I just jumped in.  It was three miles later at mile 12 that we would get to change shoes anyway. 

One other thing I did different was bring a new pair of shoes that had only been run in once, to put on at mile 12 (which for me was actually more like mile 13 since we got lost, remember.)  I think that helped.  I noticed a big difference when I put them on.  More cushion and support.

                      
                            Gunlock

                      Gunlock Reservoir

I wasn't sure if I was going to see my family at the finish because it is a really busy day with basketball games and family Easter Egg hunts.  Ron was sweet enough to swing it with all the kids.  Thanks, honey.  You rock my world.

Oh, and I saw a friend that happened to be on a bike ride on the course!  She took these photos and texted them to me.

I ran with this nice guy, Ari for the last maybe... 8-9 miles.  I know it helped to chat with someone at the end.  He's done the Wasatch 100 and actually finished.  Very cool.

I got home and immediately started to feel sick.  I was worried the whole time about the Ibuprofen making my stomach hurt.  I don't know if at least part of what I'm feeling now is so much Meds.  Blehhhh

Taking Flight

My kids have asked me many times, "If you could be any animal, what would you be?"  Most people say a bird.  That's always what my kids say.  I always say something like a horse or a cheetah that can run really fast.  They think it's weird that I wouldn't want to fly.  To me it's the same thing, and horses don't have to eat worms.

Earlier this week I was on the treadmill at the gym.  A few minutes into my run, an elite runner that I see there every once in a while showed up.  He's so much fun to watch.  (But probably only to someone that is fascinated with running.)  He is small, probably 5' 5" and always sets the treadmill on something outrageously fast, even for a person with long legs.  There was one point when he was gliding over the speeding tread at 12.5 mph, that he held his arms out to the side like he was flying.  His legs were moving forward and backward, obviously, but his body was just gliding so effortlessly like he was flying.  I'm embarrassed to say it... but it made me emotional.  I don't know what it is about running that I think is so beautiful.  I think watching a really fast elite runner is like watching a bird flying.  So graceful... and completely created by your own heart and muscles and joints and effort.  It's all you.  That is a thing of beauty.



Today I was on the treadmill again and kept that image of him in my head, just gliding effortlessly over the moving ground.  I have been convinced for a long time that so much of this running thing is mind over matter.   Today's run felt a little like a short slow flight, but a flight nonetheless.  I will carry that image with me on every run from now on.

GDO pt. 2 - The Pics

                              On our way!

                              Top of the world!

Girls Day Out!

                                   
This weekend is a scout campout, so Ron took the three boys overnight.  Just me and Miss Priss for most of the day today and most of tomorrow.  I got in the car right after they left with a couple of bagels, the baby backpack (which she is way to big for) and some water bottles,  not knowing where I was going to go.  I just knew I wanted to be outside.

We ended up in Snow Canyon.  I just parked at the first spot I saw and started off with the map.  I'm a horrible planner-aheader, and also very impatient.  Those two qualities combined make for what some more positive people would call "spontaneous,"  but it's really just bad planner plus very impatient.  Usually I get lucky on these adventures though.  Today was no exception.  I just let Sarah roam and hike on the Three Ponds Trail.  We also did the Whipple loop, which is really cool for little kids.  There's a little slot canyon to walk through that she thought was cool.  We found some secluded little caves that she played around in for 20 minutes.  She also learned the very most important survival skill for camping women...   the squat.  First try and not a drop of pee on her feet or pants.  She's a natural outdoorswoman.  I couldn't be more proud.   I finally had to just put her in the backpack and drag her out because it was getting late.  We spend the next hour at the sand dunes in perfect weather, running around on the cool sand...   Perfect day.  I would love to post a gazilion pictures of Sarah that I took with  my phone here, but for some reason they aren't going through email like they usually do so easily.   These are the ones I took when I got my real camera and sat down at the sand dunes.

These times alone with Sarah are becoming more frequent since Ron has been called as the scout advisor for the Deacons.  I really enjoy the time with Miss Priss to do whatever I want.  All day today I've felt like I am in heaven with no errands to run, no one to get to a lesson, nothing that HAS to be cleaned and nobody waiting at home for something to eat.  However, I have realized something about myself as the night started coming on.  That is that even though I am most comfortable alone, it's not good for me.  Alone with my thoughts and I can bank on ending up depressed.  I really need to stay busy and surrounded by my responsibilities.  I'll enjoy the day alone tomorrow, but I'll be glad when the stinky boys get home. : )

Sarah digs the Chariot.  It's more like riding in a convertible than a stroller.  The only problem is that there isn't a brake or a safety strap.  I have to pay more attention.  And the front wheels swivel, which make it so much nicer when turning a corner, but it turns sometimes when I don't really want it to.  Overall, it's easier to run with.

I'm debating signing up for the Red Rock Ultra again.  I feel the need to cross a finish line. 

HAIR

I have hair issues.  It makes me crazy more than anything else about me, and that really says alot.  I don't like it long ~ It's straggly and frizzy.  I like I okay short, but when it's short I get funny comments.  Mainly from men. "Why did you do THAT?"  I don't like it blonde because I have dark eyebrows and it doesn't look like it matches.   With bangs.  Without bangs.  Long bangs, short bangs... It's naturally dark blonde with some fairly light streaks throughout, but it's mostly mousey.  I just dyed it darker than I ever have.  I felt like I maybe found something I could live with, but I am getting more uncomfortable comments from people than ever before.   My family saw me a couple of weeks ago and flat out told me it's awful.   What's a girl to do!? 

These are the two extremes.  I think I like it best somewhere in between.  Although I'm convinced I'm never actually going to like it no matter what.

A walk on the Beach...

I have become such a baby about the cold that we haven't been running outside at all for months.  Today was a beautiful day, (still freezing to me when we started but it warmed up after a while) so we ventured out after the boys left for the Klondike camp out.

The flood plain is cleared of all the shrubs and Tamarisk trees that are usually there, and there is a huge beach in it's place.  Sarah loves sand and rocks, so I let her play for a bit.  I love this age (hers) and watching her discover things and enjoy the simplest things so thoroughly.

We didn't get much further before coming to the section that was destroyed in the floods.  The river changed coarse and is now flowing where the path used to be.  Grrrr..