OPERATION "CAN I GET FASTER AT 46 YEARS OF AGE?" REPORT!!

I've written about 20 posts since my dog and I went through some "issues."  NONE of them were published, obviously.

Do you REALLY care about my...

garden growing?

my son(who ditched college) sailing the open seas, dressed as a pirate?

my genius grandson, Sandy Pockets?

my husband's achilles heel injury or is trip to Tahoe to crew for a 50k?

Yea, Brian!

my "goal" to only buy summer clothes from resale shops(and I totally HAVE found some CUTE stuff...)

or

is this blog

about running?

I've had more fun reading YOUR  blogs this summer and finding out what's going on in everyone else's life.  

Boy, you guys are having adventures and some of you

are just livin' it simply like us.

Simplicity is what it's about right now...

our economy

the state or our nation

our World

it seems like we're being called to refocus once again.

Are you feeling that or is it just me?

SO BACK TO RUNNING...the cheapest, most fun thing you can do to stay fit and happy!

I hope this doesn't get too long...

The Goal:  So after Boston, I took two months to recover from my planter facitis flare up which cost me a fun race and a lot of training...

I decided to cut down on mileage, tuck my Garmin in a drawer and start racing short stuff.  It wasn't about PRs, it was about feeling strong and knowing when I could push myself.  Really knowing the "state" of my body.

I've been reading a good book

SPEED WITH ENDURANCE

and as a master's runner,  I am reminded to make sure that I have the ENERGY and LEG SPRING to carry off the mileage and speed work, as well as tempo runs, that will keep me moving forward but not DEAD after every push!

In the book, they give you a chart as part of your training log, that helps you monitor your recovery.

Girls, at 46 this is HUGE.

What I did:  So I cut down on mileage and focused on relaxed 7-8 mile runs throughout the week with one day of track and one long run. I'm spinning at home one day and racing WHEN EVER I CAN.  I do use my Garmin during track workouts and my heart rate monitor on the days off SO THAT I STAY IN RECOVERY MODE.

Do you see the thread here???  I'm FOCUSING MORE ON RECOVERY than the training and **DUH**,  I feel great for every run. It's simple.

The Results:  That question I posed in the spring, " CAN A MASTER'S RUNNER IMPROVE HER SHORT DISTANCE TIMES?"  " HOW? "  Has been answered.

The good news is YES.  I have been able to improve my 5k, 8k and 10k times!  The key has been toning down the LONG mileage and focusing on recovery throughout the week.

I still integrate hill work every week because I am doing a lot of cross country and HILL/trail runs this fall...but that just means I have to balance it on the other end with lighter runs and rest.  I also...

use the foam roller every night

do strength training four times a week

ice ANY and ALL sore spots

drink ULTRA FUEL during speed workouts

wear ONLY shoes that are good for my feet(all the time)

and dream about running longer distances...

yes, my heart is still in the marathon.

Carlsbad 2012!

Thanks for stopping by, stay tuned for the FULL REPORT on RUN WITH JILL'S VIsit to California!!!

Go Jill!!

My Dog Wants a Divorce

The tension in the Ling Home is palpable.  Daisy stands outside in her SPACE COLLAR, refusing to look at me nor enter the house.  She's done.

Let me back track...

Last week I put ADVANTAGE II on her for the first time.  I was putting Advantage 1 on her but the vet sugguested I use the tick and lice version since LICE is never far from ME(since I am a kindergarten teacher).  The liquid must have aggravated the two spots where it was applied and two hot spots were created.  I tried to treat them holistically(since dog owners around here are VERY GREEN and only feed their dogs yams and potatoes...).  You don't want to be JUDGED as a bad, bad doggy owner around here and excluded from the parks as if you had the plague. If ANYONE had found out I HADN"T tried black tea bags and cucumber paste,  I'd really be humiliated.

  ANYHOO...Daisy started to itch and itch, wearing herself and her hair patches out.  I invested in a SPACE COLLAR, well,  that's what "I" call them, obviously PET CO has other ideas...and she seemed okay.  Until yesterday...so,  $$$$215.00 later, we came home and started the "routine" of applying the five ear washes, ointments, sprays and creams.

Daisy wants NO part of it.

She wants a divorce.

Why is dog-loving so complicated?

 I thought that having our kids moving on in life would make our life less complicated, which isn't really true.  Every transition in the lives of your kids AND your dog,  bring their own changes and hence, adjustments.

 Life IS all about change and adjusting.  NEVER EVER think you're "got it down."

Even with you dog....

I may need to take her to counseling today,  I really want us to work this out....

The Poop-less Race

A gorgeous Cuyamaca morning at the starting line of trail half marathon.

Family photo, minus Pirate Man and Scabby Knee's Daddy

Loving the dirt.

The camp site stage for Scabby Knees

First off, NO POOP stops, no cramps...yea!  I owe it all to Let'srun.com(ha, ha...runs)AND all of you for your awesome advice and great comments.

I took a 4 oz dose of IMODIUM about a half an hour before the start of the race and NEVER felt the cramps, never had the URGE and the body worked it's magic.  I don't know if this "plan" would work for everyone but I'm back to my "regular" self this morning and planning on using the miracle liquid for my next race. 

THE RACE:

This was a low key event so when I say race, I should say that it was basically a trail run for MORE than 13.2 miles with lots of other people.  I tried to keep the pace up there and push the hills.  I am NOT against walking in an ultra but since this distance was so much shorter, I decided to run the hills.  This actually ended up working out...considering I missed a turn off and avoided the steepest incline and descent in the race, uh, and I took two other people with me. One of them was Runway, my marathon partner in crime, who had stayed the night with us in our sparse little cabin.   I guess we all missed the pink plastic ribbons at one point, only to discover them a while later, taking THAT turn and coming in to the aide station ahead of the first runner.  The aide station volunteers didn't seem surprised that two skirt-wearing girls were ripping it up on the trails, with no MEN in sight.  We had no idea and didn't stop, just continued on our merry way.

At this point in the race, we were about five miles in, which should have been six miles, and we felt awesome.  We were jumping streams, running through mud and having a jolly time under the canopy of trees and gorgeous vegetation.  I felt so good, so full of zip that I took off down a rocky hill...my ankles wobbling from very little technical trail running as of late, and suddenly found myself alone with white flour arrows pointing in three different directions.  

I was suddenly a victim of an ALICE IN WONDERLAND moment.  Runway wasn't behind me.  I crossed the road and found a little sign pointing UP the hill that I had just descended that said 50k GO HERE>  So,  I just did an eeny-meeny type of decision making and took a hill with a pink ribbon by storm.  It was steep, it was rocky it was full of little sticks.  It was also empty...until I was faced head on with a down hill trail runner from the 50k who informed me I was miles off course and heading in the wrong direction.  So, I flipped around and followed him down...tripping and hobbling over the rocks, feeling STUPID and totally inexperienced.  Off in the distance, I heard a woman's voice so I headed that way.

**At this point, I must insert the thought that I had regarding ALL Colorado bloggers:

YOU MAKE THIS LOOK SO EASY and EFFORTLESS!

Reaching the ALICE IN WONDERLAND site was of no help, once there,  I was totally alone again, spinning in a circle, shouting Runway's real name, hoping my rotating body would send out a rotating message that would reach all four corners of the Cuyamaca Mountains(assuming there were four corners to a mountain range)..  Silence responded.  See, I really am a rookie.

Suddenly, Red Shirt came ripping down the hill, he wasn't too talkative but did tell me he was first male in the half.  Hmmmmmm.   I really WAS off course.  So, I ran back up the first hill that I had descended, looked around and decided to follow him home...at least I would find my way back to the finish without winding up a skeletal corpse, lying across the trail. 

I smelled people and suddenly,  dozens of 50k runners were walking up the LONG hill that I was running down.  "GOOD JOB!" they shouted, "Awesome!"  Uh-oh.  That only meant I wasn't far behind the first place guy...meaning that WE HAD skipped the trail up the peak and even though I had gone off course again,  we were way too close in time to the first place guy.

Oh well,  I gave the last down hill everything I had, and then some.  It was hot, it was sunny, I was running and I didn't have diarrhea.  It was a joyful time.

Crossing the finish line confirmed that we had gone off course.  Runway had arrived WAY before Red Shirt Guy and although she and I were shaking our tails on this run,  we were slower than Red Shirt's pace for sure.

The director of the race was the coolest ever.  Runway was first over all just because she crossed the finish line first.  Red Shirt asked NO questions and assumed second place...I came in second female and 6th over all....and that was that.  NO QUESTIONS ASKED.  We all left laughing...as I said, it was  a low key event.  

Poop, Snakes, Sprints, and Sweat

So even on the 4th of July, BS wouldn't listen to my poop 

woes!

POOP issues plague me at every race.  Really.  Small, sharp stomach cramps that turn into me having to go to the bathroom URGENTLY.  After trailing a girl who had pooped her shorts in Boston,  I have NEVER had the desire to do the same.  Too fragrant.  I want my friends.  So this weekend, after a HOT and quick start to a 10k,  I decided NOT to evacuate "short" style but to just stop and use the port a potty.  Twice.  The cramps went away and I caught up to Chris Korn...eventually  I had a fun race but it's time to FACE THE CACA WOES head on.

I consulted a GI doctor.  A nurse.  A lot of friends.  I've decided that I'm not going to let my bowels command my races any longer.  Now that my foot is behaving and the training is going well,  I'm going to give IMMODIUM a try this weekend.  I'll be racing a tough, hot and hilly  half marathon trail race in the mountains near Julian, CA.  I'm going to pop the magical immodium and see if I can pull this race off without squatting on a snake or poking the hinny with a cactus.  Report to follow...this is my last chance!!  The "letsrun.com" forum had many success stories of those who have tried IMMODIUM.  Have you?

Summer is off to a great start.  Warm!  Best July eva' .
So far our runs have challenged us with...

6 snakes(one rattler)
25+harmless lizards
sweaty parts/sweaty clothes
3 races already, 3 more to come this month!
consumption of enough Vitalyte to fill Sandy Pocket's baby pool





I'm off to catch up on blogs this afternoon! Miss all of those reports!

Sunburn Smiley Face

If you've followed my blog you know I have massive SKIN cancer issues and that SCAPE is my all time FAVORITE sunscreen.  I can run with it smeared everywhere and TRUST it 100%.  It won't run, leak into my eyes, clog my pores nor wash off in the pool or ocean.  I've used it for more than a year and it JUST WORKS.  I've tried it all too, even the sunscreen from my dermatologist and nothing beats my SCAPE.  Well, the issue is you HAVE TO ACTUALLY apply it in order for it to be affective.

Yesterday, my SECOND day of summer vacay,  I worked in my garden for a few hours and SCAPED up but *neglected* to cover my booty crack...the plumbers crack...the coin slot.  Last night my booty lover(ok, that just sounds bad)said I had smiley face sunburn that started at "the crack" and curved up at the edges of my back, right where my shirt pulled up.
Yes, I'm aware that this IS A MAN and is NOT me but you get the picture.  Just imagine a BIGGER, wider smile that curves up at the edges.  Nice.  I hope it lasts all summer and stands out when I'm wearing my bathing suit.

Actually, I hope it doesn't.  That's too much sun damage.

Wear your SCAPE people, you'll have no regrets!

Summer garden shots:

Despite the sale of our house,  I'm determined to be a backyard farmer and try to grow all of our own summer veggies.

This means mixing veggies with flowers, roses, and other crazy things.

Last summer, when I tried to do this,  we had the attack of the RATS from the brick yard(I know, don't you just want to OWN THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW?)

This year,  this won't happen.

It just won't.

Cinco de mayo roses!

Heirloom tomatoes.

Zinnias with new squash sprouts.

Basil, green beans and gnomes.

RUNNING?!

The 10k is just a week and a few away!  The short mileage experiment (faster paces) officially ends on that day.  Then it's on to half marathon training.

Sunday: 9 miles trails, easy

Monday: 4 miles, training pace

Tuesday: track 10x 500, 300 off @ 5k pace(THIS WAS HARD)

Wed: Off

Thursday: 6 miles, training pace

Friday: 4/5 easy

Saturday: Interval workout with Kevin

Sunday:  Trails(are you in Chris?)

My heart rate is officially changing for the better so the fitness at the shorter distances is improving.

***I do miss the longer runs this week, now that I have time to do them AND sleep.*

Have a great rest of the week!!!

Escaping OPEN HOUSE and Running Trails Instead

Our house hasn't sold yet, many of you have asked.  Thanks so much for your positive thoughts, prayers and hopeful messages...no offers yet but today there was a big open house so we're hopeful that something will happen...for some silly reason, very few like living next to a brick yard.  I just see so many positive things about a brick yard; it's not a fire hazard, there are no nosey neighbors peering in our windows and the view of tractors, haulers, fork lifts keep Sandy Pockets occupied for hours.   What can't anyone see that?

We escaped the event by leaving Daisy Pie at my friend's house to be mauled by her German Shepherd.  I love it when a dog puts Daisy in her place.  Then, we headed up to the Laguna Mountains where we like to play "trail runners"  just like all of our Colorado blogger buddies who are REAL mountain runners.  We just pretend.  We take off too fast, race along the flat trails and our ankles are wobbling and twisting up the inclines and down the rocky faces.  We are overly friendly to all hikers, mountain bikers, dog walkers, squirrels and other runners and we act as if we've never been out of the city.  One MAJOR mistake was forgetting our camera and NOT taking trail shots like you see on HAPPY TRAILS BLOG...now THAT is the ultimate trail blog.  I also neglected to wear a cute skirt like Kathleen...maybe next weekend.

We did frolic with the orange and blue dragon flies that whizzed in and out of our legs and I stopped to bend over right in the middle of the trail to closely examine each and every variety of wild flower.  Stunning.  Only one pee stop in the tall grass and let me just say that tall thin grass DOES not feel soothing as it pierces certain orifices.  As much as I tease,  I must say that I am a trail girl at heart.  It's just peaceful being out there for hours, time stands still. The miles tick off quickly.

My Running Study...

I continue to monitor my 10k training project with gusto.  I ran a 3 miler three days after my 10k trail race.  It went well but it was another hilly race and it was interesting that my body/mind connection did react to this little 3 miler as if it were a race, which it was.  My mind, however, went out on it's own with the healthy attitude of attacking the "run" as a tempo run and I was determined to NOT go out at a 5k pace.

Could it be that when the body is happy and rested, it can override the mind or did the mind over ride the body? Just who is in charge here?

Which ever the case(which might actually  be TOO MUCH THINKING on my part),  I was happy with the results of this race(?)/run.

There were some great races this weekend, I hope everyone enjoyed their racing and if you did some fun running, I hope it was everything that you wanted it to be!!

Happy Father's Day!!!!

meg

Race Report and Sandy Pocket Passes Out!

My Baby...Sandy Pocket's Mom

I adore this woman...and mom...and daughter and wife(to Lifeguard).

Sandy Pockets who will soon be RE NAMED for the second time, to HE WHO WAVES STICKS,  came to the race today.  He and his MOMMY woke up at their "usual" time and we picked them up for the EVENT.  BS is suffering from some tendonitis issues and has opted to rest for a week or????  It seems like the only thing left for him to do.  Well, besides cheer...

The 10k wasn't HUGE by So Cal standards.  I didn't see any familiar faces from up near our house but it was a great day for a trail run.  Kind of overcast, cool and the trail was actually WOODSy...as woodsy as it could  be nestled between San Diego University and a housing development.  After a mile or so,  I felt like I was running in the Laguna Mountains so my brain and I were easily fooled.  Another thing I did today to FOOL my brain was to run sans GARMIN.  He and I haven't had a love fest lately.  Our training runs are enjoyable and he really is quite helpful for keeping me in line but come the races....he's just getting into my head.  This happens from time to time but I want to rely on my own awareness of pace and how I feel at this pace, rather than just NUMBERS.


Sorry Dude, I'm choosing flow over function.  AND IT WORKED.

I started the race knowing that everything was in place.  As I expressed in the previous post,  my 10k training plan has been a GOD SEND.  I actually bless the blogger who mentioned it in her blog and here it is:  http://www.runningplanet.com/training/10K-training-program-advanced.html
I just feel like my body is once again, itself, and my leg strength is back 100%.  It has made me think a lot about my marathon training and I am going to really consider taking this fall off from marathon training and concentrate on half marathons and the faster, yet, shorter distances.  I feel like my body could use the rest and my mind seems to really like the refocus!  As I've been getting fitter with my 10k training, my "issues" have healed and my hips, it band and foot have been just getting stronger.  IT all makes sense. I'm throwing some swimming back into the mix.  I'm excited.



Back to the race...

I took off towards the front of the pack and managed to just feel totally relaxed during the first three miles.  I did see one girl/lady up ahead and I decided that she would be the motivation to stay steady.  I was determined to catch up to her,  in time.  The hills started at mile 2,  I passed a coach from a team who was very supportive and encouraging. HIs words pumped me right up and over the first hills. I think the short hill sprints and other hill repeats I've been doing weekly, have helped.  I just didn't even give the hills too much  thought and  I knew once I caught up to yellow shirt, I could relax again.  The rest of the race was just FUN,

I had no idea about pace but once I crossed the fourth rocky creek, I knew I was close to the finish and no one was in sight.  In the distance,  I heard the call of the cowbell and I imagined Stick Waver, his mommy and BS standing at the finish line and I started to pick up my pace, only to be slapped by a very, very, very winding trail that slowed me right down.  It was the craziest thing ever...to be running like crazy and then hit a path that wouldn't let me run faster.  It was just a meandering path that said, "SLOW DOWN, enjoy the ride."  So I did, letting the cow bell guide me.

Suddenly, I saw them up ahead, ran like crazy and gave Stick Waver his first high five from grandma in a race.  I'm so used to him chanting "Grandpa Races, Grandpa Races!" that his "Grandma Races!" made me smile from ear to ear.

First woman finisher!!  That's what they said when I crossed the finish line.  I was totally shocked.

The flow was so fun and my Garmin Head games were obsolete.  Don't think I'm going to ditch the dude that quickly.  He really is a part of my running life but as far as racing goes,  I'm going to rely on myself for the next few races...

Speaking of which,  I have another one this Wednesday night.  A cross country 3 miler.  Can't wait.

Sticks were flying!

And then....Stick Boy passes out at the awards ceremony!

He never stops so this is a rare photograph!

Have a great week!