Running this week was good and on-plan until today, Saturday.
I started my 8 mile run feeling blah from the start. I walked early and walked/ran for the first mile. My stomach was upset and just didn’t feel right. I forgot my electrolyte bottle but remembered everything else.
My first thought was to just walk 8 miles. Just get it done.
But I ended up circling back to my car and calling it a day.
I’m realizing I need to respect recovery. This week was a good but no recovery: lifting Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, running Tuesday and Thursday, a walk on Wednesday. No true days off. While I never felt completely drained, today was a bust.
Lesson learned. I am rushing it and need more balance. I’m adjusting and building in two real recovery days moving forward.
The win this week: my runs felt strong. Tuesday and Thursday gave me a glimpse of what’s possible. I’ve got my eye on consistent 11-minute miles, and for the first time, that goal feels within reach.
Song of the week, building the race day playlist:
Three Little Birds by Kacey Musgraves
Best Lyrics:
Woke up this mornin’ and smiled with the risin’ sun. Three little birds by my doorstep Singin’ sweet songs, melodies pure and true Sayin’, “This is my message to you, ooh-ooh, yea Baby, don’t worry about a thing ‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright
My Tunnel Hill shirt came in this week. Mandatory photo above.
The week didn’t really pan out exactly like the plan but I’m happy about the results as I write this on Saturday afternoon.
Monday – Weights Tuesday – Run 4 Wednesday – Walk 3 miles Thursday – Weights
Then on Friday I ran 4 miles instead of yesterday’s planned 5 miles, due to work and other appointments.
Friday’s run finally felt good and I didn’t walk as much as in prior weeks; and I just felt good and somewhat strong. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to feel good running.
When I ran on Tuesday I decided to run in my compression socks to see if it helps my ankle pain. I usually only use them for recovery. On Friday I didn’t run with compression socks, but I think that is a key component for future runs.
Saturday was an 8 mile run and I felt mainly good. My pace for the long runs is getting faster. I feel stronger already.
It’s amazing what happens when you just keep showing up.
I’m happy to be on this journey to 100 miles and excited to see how everything plays out the next seven months. I’ve always been someone that needs something to look forward to, and I haven’t had something for a while. This feels really good.
Running Song of the Week: I Can Do Hard Things
Best lyrics:
It’s a lot to look at, all that I got. It’s a lot to see who I am and am not. But I can laugh and I can love and I can dream. I can win or I can lose, it’s all the same. I still dance, and I’ll sing in the pain, And I can do hard things
The Song of the Week feature of my training reports is to show that I’m building my race day playlist.
I’ve been getting back to running the last few weeks but it was only last week when I signed up for the 100 that it’s getting serious; now money is involved.
I also committed to writing about this journey. I’m not much of a video person or I’d document this somehow on Instagram. I’ve been off TikToc for a year or more because it was too addictive and a time suck.
I’m a writer and reader. I like to read books, news and inspiration. While I can appreciate a good reel or video, my preferred method of processing life is the written word.
Here is my training update from this week, before the real training plan begins.
Notes from an 8 mile long-run on Saturday April 4
Started out slow and sluggish. Maybe drinking wine the night before my long run was not a great first step. I started the run listening the Ann Patchett’s Commonweath but decided about 15 minutes in that listening to a novel about divorce, and how young children are involved in a messy, multi-family fight, traveling across the country to see moms and dads, and manipulation and vengeance in the family – nope, not going to keep going. I sent the book back to Libby and with nothing else available in my queue – I went back to ad supported Spotify and listened to My Like list.
I felt some momentum mid-run on Newport Highway; a busy highway for a spring break Saturday. There’s a lot of traffic noise, full sun, a bit of shade, a nice wind on the way back.
I walked a lot and ran a lot. I’ve been proud of myself for doing what I set out to do these last few weeks, despite my written plan to run 9 but really felt I could proudly accomplish 8 in just under 2 hours.
I remembered how last week, after a 7 mile run, my left ankle and the muscle/tendons hurt about one hour after my run, I wanted to be cautious and not push it too much. I did a bunch more exercises at the gym this past week to help prevent the soreness: calf raises, and flex exercises to stretch those muscles.
I didn’t want to be injured before the true training started.
As I run I’m hopeful that all the extra calf raises and the extra work I did this week to stretch that muscle out will help me.
I finished 8 miles. The most I’ve run since last summer. I’m not sore an hour later. Everything is good.
I woke up Sunday – not too sore. Nothing hurt. I was a bit wobbly as I walk; per usual. Go about my day, walking a bunch with dogs and work, but not doing too much. Then, I head out for a “recovery day 30 minute WALK” and suddenly the tendons around my left ankle hurt and throb. I wobble back home. Put on compression sock. Stretch. Ugh. Four hours later the pain is totally gone. What is going on?!
I remember, on retrospection – that is the athlete life. Injuries. I’m going to have injuries. It’s part of the deal.
As I sit on my sofa and occasionally flex my foot back and forth, side by side, a bit of pain. I need to do everything right. Eat right. Stretch. Weights. Rest.
I got this. I just have to “get this” every day. Thanks for reading.
Next Week is Week 1
Running Song of the Week: This is Me
Best lyric:
I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be, this is me Look out ’cause here I come, And I’m marching on to the beat I drum I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies, this is me.
This year, for my birthday, which is over seven months away, I signed up for something.
My final attempt at a 100-mile run at 55 years old. I will toe the line when I turn 56.
Thirty hours. One flat trail. Just me, my mind, and the question I’ve apparently decided I’m not done answering yet: Can I finish a 100 mile race and get the buckle?
The truth is, I’m not the same runner I was the last time I took on this distance. I’m a little older. A little slower. A wee bit heavier. And, a little more aware of what 100 miles actually demands physically, mentally, emotionally.
And still… I signed up anyway.
Not because I think it will be easy. Not because I’m chasing some perfect finish time. But because there’s something unfinished here. Something that keeps tapping me on the shoulder, quietly but persistently, saying: You’re not done yet.
I’m committing to showing up every week, sharing the highs, the lows, the small wins, and the messy middle. Not just for anyone reading, but for myself.
I want this to be fun, too.
Somewhere along the way, in the grind of miles and expectations, it’s easy to forget that choosing to run 100 miles is a little unhinged.
AND, also kind of magical. It’s a privilege to test your limits like this and to have a healthy body and mind to try.
So this is me, choosing both: the challenge and the joy.
If nothing else, this will be a record of showing up and being consistent.
On my birthday, I’ll step onto that flat trail with 30 hours ahead of me and a version of myself that’s been built, one week at a time, right here.
I had to laugh out loud when this article I wrote in 2010 came up on search.
Okay, it came up because I Google’d myself. Come on, don’t you?
I remember, as clear as day, many things from the article:
Working my first ski job where I traveled to all the company’s ski resort to train people on a “very beginning” CRM from 1999-2005.
Traveling to Park City for work and walking everywhere and exploring the city
Reading about Kristen Ulmer
And how all her points about mountain resort living are true, even 25 years later (although I don’t really live in a mountain resort town as of this writing)
Here’s what I wrote:
Kristen Lodge – How to be a ‘Mountain Babe’
Sky-Hi News | Mar 12, 2010 Kristen Lodge / Outdoor Adventures (note: I wrote a weekly outdoor column from 2008-2011) Grand County, CO Colorado
At 29 I got my first ski industry job and moved to my first ski town. Part of the job included traveling to ski resorts to train sales and marketing staff on sales software. The best part of the job was wandering around the ski town, eating breakfast and reading the local newspaper before a training class.
I clipped articles and photos from each town’s newspaper to remember the town and would add it to the list of places I might live someday; it’s a habit I’ve never lost.
I remember the day I read Kristen Ulmer’s article, How to Be a Mountain Babe, while sipping coffee and eating a bagel in downtown Park City. The article made me laugh out loud and wish my hair was long enough for pigtails.
I clipped the article and have re-read it over the years. It still holds true, even 10 years later, about ski town living, and it reminds me to live a healthy, outdoor lifestyle. Reading it now reminds me of all the cool mountain babes I’ve met over the years in all the ski towns I’ve lived in. Here is an excerpt of my favorite lines; used with permission from the author:
“In a mountain town, low-maintenance women who are excellent at sports and tell the occasional dirty joke are perfection.
“A baseball cap to keep the sun out of your eyes is standard. Two pigtails are now trendy and adorable, but remember their purpose is to keep hair out of way. And long nails … no way. If you’re a true mountain babe they’ll break.
“Smoking cigarettes is NOT cool (no exceptions), and drinking too much will hinder your athleticism. It’s OK to party, but remember, being in the mountains is about living a healthy lifestyle and enjoying the outdoors. And be careful who you “hook up” with, next week you’ll probably meet and fall in love with his best friend.
“Don’t expect to meet men, you’ll only meet boys (with toys) – and lots of them. Almost all have gorgeous athletic bodies and college degrees, but under that dirty baseball cap is a mono-dimensional play hog who’ll always choose climbing or powder mornings over cuddling or going for coffee.
“This is where “no whining” stickers are birthed. Even if you can’t keep up, a “wow that was great!” positive attitude goes a long way.
“A crummy, beat-up car is cooler than a new 4X4.
“Must-haves are limited to top-shelf sports gear. Pick one sport, and obsess. Not only is it exceptionally fun to be really good at something, but you also want the glory of being called ‘that sick mountain biker with the honed legs’ or ‘the Betty who launches monster halfpipe tricks on a snowboard.’
“Take up other sports occasionally, just to prevent burnout and narrow mindedness.”
Kristen Ulmer wrote this in 1999. She was a pioneer of Extreme Sports and a mogul specialist on the US Ski Team. In 2003 she started sports training, introducing mental and Zen aspects to winter sports in a clinic called Ski To Live. She is a called the “Ski Guru” by Outside Magazine.
“I’m proud of my ski career, and jumping off 70 foot cliffs was exciting, but not nearly as exciting as helping people access what they’re capable of – not just as athletes or business men and women, but as human beings.” Visit her website http://www.kristenulmer.com
She went from mountain babe, to mogul specialist, to life/business coach.
The mountain lifestyle can be tough at times, especially in a down economy. I’ve thought of leaving many times. I have friends with bigger homes, nicer cars, and larger 401Ks, but I like it here; trying to be a mountain babe.
