Yeah. I played last night. My hamstring was hurting pretty bad and I couldn't really run. Hard cuts and quick sprints were pretty much out of the picture. When will this madness end? Maria Nelson, I need the magic of the Nikken magnets! I want to be healed!!! *hallellujah!*
~1.5 hours; Bryant; some fun ultimate with the cool kids in the ward
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Summer nights
I ran last night a little after nine o'clock and the heat was killing me. I've abandoned my waking up at five o'clock idea because I realize I am just not a morning person. Until I find some poor soul to wake up that early and go running with me, it just ain't gonna happen!
So I worked through the heat and ran a pretty respectable distance for my mid-week run. A solid five miles. I even ran up to the Smith's on 21st south to get a drink from the drinking fountain. I was thirsty and pretty much dehydrated.
While debating if I should take the detour and go to Smith's I decided I should really try and a Smith's to Smith's run one weekend. There's at least four Smith's in the downtown area that I could run to. I could loop around and hit each one as a water stop. It could be good times. I'll have to try it sometime.
I felt overall pretty good on my run. My right ham was bothering me a bit, but what's new? I can't function very well in heat, and I knew if the temp had been cooler I could've run it in a lot stronger pace, but I still felt like I was moving pretty fast.
I just really hate the summer for this reason. I am held hostage by sunlight. Forced to stay inside when I could otherwise be playing and doing the things I love. I don't like melting in slow motion.
5 miles; 8th East to 21st South
So I worked through the heat and ran a pretty respectable distance for my mid-week run. A solid five miles. I even ran up to the Smith's on 21st south to get a drink from the drinking fountain. I was thirsty and pretty much dehydrated.
While debating if I should take the detour and go to Smith's I decided I should really try and a Smith's to Smith's run one weekend. There's at least four Smith's in the downtown area that I could run to. I could loop around and hit each one as a water stop. It could be good times. I'll have to try it sometime.
I felt overall pretty good on my run. My right ham was bothering me a bit, but what's new? I can't function very well in heat, and I knew if the temp had been cooler I could've run it in a lot stronger pace, but I still felt like I was moving pretty fast.
I just really hate the summer for this reason. I am held hostage by sunlight. Forced to stay inside when I could otherwise be playing and doing the things I love. I don't like melting in slow motion.
5 miles; 8th East to 21st South
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
172.5 miles. 28 hours. 11 pairs of feet. 1 good time.
We started the day at Hardware Ranch near Logan, Utah. It was ten o'clock in the morning. We didn't stop until almost two o'clock the following afternoon. We went over three mountain passes, ran by at least three reseviors, and covered some of the most beautiful terrain in Utah. It was the Wasatch Back Relay, the craziest relay race I've ever seen.
It definately wasn't an easy race. Elevation, terrain, and weather definately conspired against us. But I had over 24 fun-filled hours to spend with some good friends in a van. I got to run almost 15 miles total. If you think about it, it was more like a party than a race!
I had leg 2, which was a relatively easy leg compared to some of the others. My first run was down the canyon from Hardware Ranch. It was an "easy" run, but it was hot outside. We hadn't quite thought of the van-shadowing-the-runner-to-give-her-water-during-the-run thing yet so it was over three miles of dehydration. I was happy to be done. Tim had done really well with the first leg and came in second in our starting time group. I quickly passed the girl who was ahead of us, but was then passed by two guys during that leg.
My next leg was down a mountain pass, and I mean DOWN! I would just like to say what a rockstar Tim Richey is for running UP that thing just so I could go down the other side. It wasn't easy. I'm surprised that it didn't hurt my quads that much. I just kind of pushed down as fast as I could. When I got down to the exchange my mom, dad, brother, and nephew were all waiting for me. They had come to see me race because they are the most supportive people I know! (Everyone on the team was very impressed that they came to see me.) My sister and brother inlaw were also there waiting because they were some of our volunteers and that was their schedule time slot and location. (THANK YOU PAUL AND ELIZA!!!) I'd also like to mention that I passed two guys. In a race like this when it's hard to know who's in the lead, it's enough just to know you've passed somebody.
Being in van 1, we didn't have to run at any hour that was too ridiculous. We were done with our legs by around 10 o'clock'ish and had the rest of the night to hang out at East Canyon Resevior where we all got about two hours of actual sleep. The second van was running straight through the middle of the night and we didn't hook up with them again until around 4 in the AM when Tim got to run. I was out on the road a little after five o'clock. I was kind of bummed that I didn't get to run through the mountains in complete darkness with my headlamp strapped to my head. Maybe next year.
I was passed by one girl, who I quickly repassed. I also passed two other guys. This leg was a little disceptive. The terrain wasn't too challenging--I was running through the streets of Kamas, I think. It was a little over six miles. I got on this straight stretch of road that when on for a couple miles. It was also a slight incline. I could see this stoplight in the distance. The disheartening thing about it all, was that no matter how far I ran that stoplight was always a few miles away. It never seemed to get any closer! EVER! It was always at least a mile in the distance. I never even reached the dang thing because we had to make a turn before we even got there. It was the hardest mental game to keep running toward that thing when it didn't seem like my efforts were getting me any closer to the goal. But eventually I finished and then I was... DONE!
Finishing all three legs was the best feeling. Knowing what I had gone through and that I didn't have to go through anymore was exhilerating! I could now relax and enjoy the rest of the race. We still had the rest of our runners and then van 2 to get through, so the day was far from over.
Almost 28 hours after starting this thing we finished as a team in the city park in Park City. What a feeling to run across that finish line with ten other runners who had worked so hard as a team. I wish I could have been there with van 2 on the last set of runs because I know they must have been pretty grueling. I am so proud of what everyone accomplished over those two days.
Next year I will try and eliminate the disconnect between the two vans. It didn't help that most of us were meeting for the first time, or had only met at one of the few team BBQ's. During the race we only got to breifly see eachother at the major exchanges. We all knew we were a team, but I can speak for van 1 when I say that at times it felt like we were out there for ourselves. Especially since van 1 was making such significant gains on our predicted pace time and van 2 would bring us right back to our scheduled time without keeping that lead at all. We tried to keep it in perspective though, and in the end I'm just happy we were out there doing what we were doing.
So the Hungry Hungry Hippos had a good time. Maybe next year we'll actually decorate our vans and make it under 24 hours. I was talking to Tim Richey last night and he and his brother (who couldn't make it for this year's race) are definately in for next year. We want to be more competitive and try to smash the 24 hour mark. I'm excited. Now that we know what this is all about maybe we'll even train for it--as a team!!!
~28 hours; 172.5 miles (~15 miles individually); the beauty of the Wasatch mountains
It definately wasn't an easy race. Elevation, terrain, and weather definately conspired against us. But I had over 24 fun-filled hours to spend with some good friends in a van. I got to run almost 15 miles total. If you think about it, it was more like a party than a race!
I had leg 2, which was a relatively easy leg compared to some of the others. My first run was down the canyon from Hardware Ranch. It was an "easy" run, but it was hot outside. We hadn't quite thought of the van-shadowing-the-runner-to-give-her-water-during-the-run thing yet so it was over three miles of dehydration. I was happy to be done. Tim had done really well with the first leg and came in second in our starting time group. I quickly passed the girl who was ahead of us, but was then passed by two guys during that leg.
My next leg was down a mountain pass, and I mean DOWN! I would just like to say what a rockstar Tim Richey is for running UP that thing just so I could go down the other side. It wasn't easy. I'm surprised that it didn't hurt my quads that much. I just kind of pushed down as fast as I could. When I got down to the exchange my mom, dad, brother, and nephew were all waiting for me. They had come to see me race because they are the most supportive people I know! (Everyone on the team was very impressed that they came to see me.) My sister and brother inlaw were also there waiting because they were some of our volunteers and that was their schedule time slot and location. (THANK YOU PAUL AND ELIZA!!!) I'd also like to mention that I passed two guys. In a race like this when it's hard to know who's in the lead, it's enough just to know you've passed somebody.
Being in van 1, we didn't have to run at any hour that was too ridiculous. We were done with our legs by around 10 o'clock'ish and had the rest of the night to hang out at East Canyon Resevior where we all got about two hours of actual sleep. The second van was running straight through the middle of the night and we didn't hook up with them again until around 4 in the AM when Tim got to run. I was out on the road a little after five o'clock. I was kind of bummed that I didn't get to run through the mountains in complete darkness with my headlamp strapped to my head. Maybe next year.
I was passed by one girl, who I quickly repassed. I also passed two other guys. This leg was a little disceptive. The terrain wasn't too challenging--I was running through the streets of Kamas, I think. It was a little over six miles. I got on this straight stretch of road that when on for a couple miles. It was also a slight incline. I could see this stoplight in the distance. The disheartening thing about it all, was that no matter how far I ran that stoplight was always a few miles away. It never seemed to get any closer! EVER! It was always at least a mile in the distance. I never even reached the dang thing because we had to make a turn before we even got there. It was the hardest mental game to keep running toward that thing when it didn't seem like my efforts were getting me any closer to the goal. But eventually I finished and then I was... DONE!
Finishing all three legs was the best feeling. Knowing what I had gone through and that I didn't have to go through anymore was exhilerating! I could now relax and enjoy the rest of the race. We still had the rest of our runners and then van 2 to get through, so the day was far from over.
Almost 28 hours after starting this thing we finished as a team in the city park in Park City. What a feeling to run across that finish line with ten other runners who had worked so hard as a team. I wish I could have been there with van 2 on the last set of runs because I know they must have been pretty grueling. I am so proud of what everyone accomplished over those two days.
Next year I will try and eliminate the disconnect between the two vans. It didn't help that most of us were meeting for the first time, or had only met at one of the few team BBQ's. During the race we only got to breifly see eachother at the major exchanges. We all knew we were a team, but I can speak for van 1 when I say that at times it felt like we were out there for ourselves. Especially since van 1 was making such significant gains on our predicted pace time and van 2 would bring us right back to our scheduled time without keeping that lead at all. We tried to keep it in perspective though, and in the end I'm just happy we were out there doing what we were doing.
So the Hungry Hungry Hippos had a good time. Maybe next year we'll actually decorate our vans and make it under 24 hours. I was talking to Tim Richey last night and he and his brother (who couldn't make it for this year's race) are definately in for next year. We want to be more competitive and try to smash the 24 hour mark. I'm excited. Now that we know what this is all about maybe we'll even train for it--as a team!!!
~28 hours; 172.5 miles (~15 miles individually); the beauty of the Wasatch mountains
Secret Monday with a new location???
Okay, Matt Hein suggested at it and we all just laughed at him. You can't come in after not playing for months and make such changes when this is probably the only week you'll be able to play anyway! Sorry, Matt Hein. Monday night stays as annoying as ever, big crowds and all.
Actually, last night wasn't too bad for a Monday. For some reason the lights on the South side of the school still aren't turning on so we're forced to play on the other field--the one that is southwest of the school. It eventually got to be 10 on 10 which was definately too many for my liking. Fred from city league frisbee showed up, which was a pleasent surprise.
I actually felt like I ran a lot. I'm not saying I did a whole lot other than that, though. Last night was weird. I wasn't getting in the action as much as I'd like. For some reason I was getting looked off. Maybe it was because I had missed three huge throws early on, but they were all hammers, I think, which have a mind of their own anyway.
During the middle of the second game I practically gave up. I stopped running and just walked around, with an occasional sprint. Sometimes it's fun to just slack off and hang out.
~1.5 hrs; Bryant
Actually, last night wasn't too bad for a Monday. For some reason the lights on the South side of the school still aren't turning on so we're forced to play on the other field--the one that is southwest of the school. It eventually got to be 10 on 10 which was definately too many for my liking. Fred from city league frisbee showed up, which was a pleasent surprise.
I actually felt like I ran a lot. I'm not saying I did a whole lot other than that, though. Last night was weird. I wasn't getting in the action as much as I'd like. For some reason I was getting looked off. Maybe it was because I had missed three huge throws early on, but they were all hammers, I think, which have a mind of their own anyway.
During the middle of the second game I practically gave up. I stopped running and just walked around, with an occasional sprint. Sometimes it's fun to just slack off and hang out.
~1.5 hrs; Bryant
Friday, July 08, 2005
This week.
Let's see, what have I done this week?
Sunday: Went camping with Christian Sabey and Matt Hein, oh yeah and some girls. We were in capital W Wilderness; I have never seen a peice of concrete so remote in all my life! And those trees! They were so many you would get lost in the remoteness of it all.
Monday: Nothing. Watched the ReAL game and had some indepence day firework goodness.
Tuesday: Ran 4 miles at ten o'clock at night. The temperature started out surprisingly coolish, but then turned into bloody hot. I felt pretty good; strong.
Wednesday: Secret Frisbee, or should I say Ladies Night, or rather I think it has turned into ward flirt. I get bugged by the girls who come and flirt with the boys. Well, one certain boy. Annoying.
Thursday: Nothing. Went to the Ben Harper concert with Marcus.
Friday: Nothing, 'cause I'm going down to Provo to have a 24 season 3 marathon.
Saturday: Supposedly playing soccer with some peeps in the heat of the day. We'll see if it happens.
Sunday: Went camping with Christian Sabey and Matt Hein, oh yeah and some girls. We were in capital W Wilderness; I have never seen a peice of concrete so remote in all my life! And those trees! They were so many you would get lost in the remoteness of it all.
Monday: Nothing. Watched the ReAL game and had some indepence day firework goodness.
Tuesday: Ran 4 miles at ten o'clock at night. The temperature started out surprisingly coolish, but then turned into bloody hot. I felt pretty good; strong.
Wednesday: Secret Frisbee, or should I say Ladies Night, or rather I think it has turned into ward flirt. I get bugged by the girls who come and flirt with the boys. Well, one certain boy. Annoying.
Thursday: Nothing. Went to the Ben Harper concert with Marcus.
Friday: Nothing, 'cause I'm going down to Provo to have a 24 season 3 marathon.
Saturday: Supposedly playing soccer with some peeps in the heat of the day. We'll see if it happens.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
On the run
It's funny how I'll rededicate myself to running at least once a month--usually when my copy of Runnner's World comes in the mail.
With that being said, I rededicated myself to running last night. I figured out the weekly mileage I will need to get myself to St George this fall. I drew up some calendars and weekly workout schedules. I decided I need to start waking up earlier to get a run in and then get another workout in at night, which will usually be frisbee because I'm playing it three nights a week now. I need to somehow fit in biking and swimming too. Oh, and weight training. I'll be one busy girl.
I went running last night too. I only ran three miles because I'm easing back into it since I've been sick for over a week. I'll tell you that my legs feel pretty shot. They're tight. My hamstrings hurt. I need to take care of them. I've decided that my hamstrings are a source of problems for me, they're holding me back from my potential. I need to rehabilitate them. I need to increase my flexibility. Because I can have Boston if I work hard and take care of my body.
3 miles; 8th East to Kensington Ave
With that being said, I rededicated myself to running last night. I figured out the weekly mileage I will need to get myself to St George this fall. I drew up some calendars and weekly workout schedules. I decided I need to start waking up earlier to get a run in and then get another workout in at night, which will usually be frisbee because I'm playing it three nights a week now. I need to somehow fit in biking and swimming too. Oh, and weight training. I'll be one busy girl.
I went running last night too. I only ran three miles because I'm easing back into it since I've been sick for over a week. I'll tell you that my legs feel pretty shot. They're tight. My hamstrings hurt. I need to take care of them. I've decided that my hamstrings are a source of problems for me, they're holding me back from my potential. I need to rehabilitate them. I need to increase my flexibility. Because I can have Boston if I work hard and take care of my body.
3 miles; 8th East to Kensington Ave
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Summer League
Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it, I hate subbing. Is that selfish of me? I would rather play savage the whole game than sit out for ten minutes at a time. For Summer League they're playing a 6-1 instead of the normal 5-2. We have three girls on our team. That means I'm sitting out for four straight points until I go back in for two. There must be a better way.
With all that said I had a wonderful time at City League tonight. I'm only a few weeks late, but Q let me sign up anyway. I'm actually on Aaron the DreamWeaver's and Heather's team, which is fun. Don and Shannon ended up on the same team as well. So it's good times.
Our team was coming from a four game losing streak. We kept that going strong when we lost our first game to the "athletic" yellow team. Our next game was against Don and Shannon's team and we beat them 7-0. I felt a lot better about how we played in the second game. I felt like I was getting a lot more action. I had some really great throws down the sideline. Frisbee really is so much fun!
2 games; Summer League Disc
With all that said I had a wonderful time at City League tonight. I'm only a few weeks late, but Q let me sign up anyway. I'm actually on Aaron the DreamWeaver's and Heather's team, which is fun. Don and Shannon ended up on the same team as well. So it's good times.
Our team was coming from a four game losing streak. We kept that going strong when we lost our first game to the "athletic" yellow team. Our next game was against Don and Shannon's team and we beat them 7-0. I felt a lot better about how we played in the second game. I felt like I was getting a lot more action. I had some really great throws down the sideline. Frisbee really is so much fun!
2 games; Summer League Disc
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Ladies Night
I made a rule that everyone must invite at least two guys to secret frisbee next week. This is just getting rediculous! Where are the cute boys? I'm not saying that Don, Christian, and Bryan Rees aren't cute, but we need some fresh blood! Oh, and by "where are all the cute boys?" I mean, where are the boys in general? Too many girls; not enough boys.
Okay, so I'm just kidding. I'll even let any guy play who has a girlfriend. No questions asked. It's not like I'm looking for my EC out on the frisbee field or anything. I just think more boys need to come...
We had enough for 5 on 4 tonight. At least on Wednesday you can get some good running in. Monday's usually have too many people so it's easy to be lazy. I'm experiencing the usual aches and pains. I did try and stretch a little bit during the game. I should probably stretch more often, though. Oh, and I would just like to say that my team won even when we were down a man. I attribute that to the solid 75% effort we were all playing. GO TEAM!
1.5 hours; Bryant; three games of total world domination.
Okay, so I'm just kidding. I'll even let any guy play who has a girlfriend. No questions asked. It's not like I'm looking for my EC out on the frisbee field or anything. I just think more boys need to come...
We had enough for 5 on 4 tonight. At least on Wednesday you can get some good running in. Monday's usually have too many people so it's easy to be lazy. I'm experiencing the usual aches and pains. I did try and stretch a little bit during the game. I should probably stretch more often, though. Oh, and I would just like to say that my team won even when we were down a man. I attribute that to the solid 75% effort we were all playing. GO TEAM!
1.5 hours; Bryant; three games of total world domination.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Lemon Poppyseed Cliff Bar
I wondered if it would taste at all like a muffin . . . and it sort of does in that really dense, smushed muffin sort of way! Not too bad!
The effects of Monday night
There's something about Monday night disc that just brings out the worst in me sometimes. Maybe it's the fact that I find some of those people down right irritating. Maybe I just want to play with my friends. Or maybe I am always wishing some other person was there. Maybe I wish we could get rid of the riff-raff and just play some good ultimate. Who knows.
I do know, however, that when I get irritated at frisbee it's not fun. It manifests itself in two ways usually: cursing or apathy. Last night things may have slipped out under my breath, but not only was I frustrated with the lame guys that come, I was also frustrated with myself and my lack of frisbee catching abilities at the moment. I am still sick, and I think it was affecting my game. I got a little better as the night progressed.
I love my apathy sometimes. It means I don't have to run becuase basically I don't care! It's great. This is only backyard frisbee, mind you, so it doesn't matter so much to me if we win or lose. It's just not that intense.
Paul Moss told me on Sunday that playing frisbee with me (and Don) is "just so intense." He kept using that word, intense. Really? I guess a little. I guess frisbee is just frisbee to him. To me it's an actual sport and I can become a little competitive at times. I didn't think I was that intense, though.
You know, Monday nights are actually kind of funny. Tori gets a mouth on her and is full of spit and fire. There's usually some good gossip to be had, and we all know how I love good gossip. I do get to see a lot of my friends and run around a field. Even with the jerks, I still enjoy it enough that I keep coming back every week. I guess in the end, I just like to play!
1.5 hrs; Bryant; discs of fury.
Post Script: I left last night with a tight IT Band and a sore hamstring, but I did nothing for them when I got home. As I was trying to sleep they were kind of bugging me, but I was so tired that I didn't care. I need to start taking better care of myself.
I do know, however, that when I get irritated at frisbee it's not fun. It manifests itself in two ways usually: cursing or apathy. Last night things may have slipped out under my breath, but not only was I frustrated with the lame guys that come, I was also frustrated with myself and my lack of frisbee catching abilities at the moment. I am still sick, and I think it was affecting my game. I got a little better as the night progressed.
I love my apathy sometimes. It means I don't have to run becuase basically I don't care! It's great. This is only backyard frisbee, mind you, so it doesn't matter so much to me if we win or lose. It's just not that intense.
Paul Moss told me on Sunday that playing frisbee with me (and Don) is "just so intense." He kept using that word, intense. Really? I guess a little. I guess frisbee is just frisbee to him. To me it's an actual sport and I can become a little competitive at times. I didn't think I was that intense, though.
You know, Monday nights are actually kind of funny. Tori gets a mouth on her and is full of spit and fire. There's usually some good gossip to be had, and we all know how I love good gossip. I do get to see a lot of my friends and run around a field. Even with the jerks, I still enjoy it enough that I keep coming back every week. I guess in the end, I just like to play!
1.5 hrs; Bryant; discs of fury.
Post Script: I left last night with a tight IT Band and a sore hamstring, but I did nothing for them when I got home. As I was trying to sleep they were kind of bugging me, but I was so tired that I didn't care. I need to start taking better care of myself.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
If I could only breathe...
I haven't been posting much recently. I started writing about the WBR but couldn't get myself to finish it. It's still in draft form and maybe someday I will get it up here.
I was a little sore after last weekend, but not too terribly bad. I had no problem playing frisbee on Monday night. I played secret Wednesday too, but I had been hit with a bad cold earlier that day so I wasn't in the mood to do much running. I felt very apathetic about the whole thing.
I'm still fighting that cold, so I haven't even been doing much at all this week. I was hoping to go for a ride today, but instead I felt I should just take it easy. Maybe next week I'll get back on track with my running and training and all.
I was a little sore after last weekend, but not too terribly bad. I had no problem playing frisbee on Monday night. I played secret Wednesday too, but I had been hit with a bad cold earlier that day so I wasn't in the mood to do much running. I felt very apathetic about the whole thing.
I'm still fighting that cold, so I haven't even been doing much at all this week. I was hoping to go for a ride today, but instead I felt I should just take it easy. Maybe next week I'll get back on track with my running and training and all.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Ankles and hammies and safety jogs oh my!
I haven't gone running at all since the Mud Run. I've been taking it pretty easy since I have a huge race this weekend. Okay, really I haven't been running because I've been so busy I haven't had time to get out there until after 10 o'clock at night! And since Luke Bingham moved back East who am I supposed to go on a safety jog with?! So I've been "taking it easy" instead.
I did play Secret Frisbee last night. I've been a little worried about my left ankle since my surfing adventure last weekend. When I went surfing last year I trashed my ankle on some rocks at San Onofre. Doheny was pretty rocky too, so everytime I whiped out I tried really hard to be concious of the bottom and not jam my foot on any rocks. I don't remember really hitting any too hard. But these past fews days my ankle has been bugging me a little. To my relief, it didn't start hurting when I ran. I think it bothered it, but there wasn't pain with each step like last year. Hopefully I didn't set myself back with this one. I thought it was really starting to heal.
My hamstrings are a whole other story. I hate them. While Don, Tori and I were throwing around before we started playing I tweaked my right hammy a little bit. It hurt the rest of the night. I tried not to run very hard or cut very much, which was a little frustrating. Netti Maxfield had a great game because of it! I hope I didn't do too much damage last night. I did ice, though, when I got home.
So the WBR is this weekend and I'm pretty excited. We keep finding replacement runners that in turn bail out on us. It's been a rocky road. Hopefully we'll find someone before tomorrow. Otherwise someone will have to run six legs instead of three. I contimplated it last night when I thought Karla still wasn't totally on board with the whole idea. She is now, so I guess I wont have to be running almost 30 miles -- thank goodness! I was willing to do it, though. I'm that hardcore.
~2 hours; Secret Wednesday; Bryant
I did play Secret Frisbee last night. I've been a little worried about my left ankle since my surfing adventure last weekend. When I went surfing last year I trashed my ankle on some rocks at San Onofre. Doheny was pretty rocky too, so everytime I whiped out I tried really hard to be concious of the bottom and not jam my foot on any rocks. I don't remember really hitting any too hard. But these past fews days my ankle has been bugging me a little. To my relief, it didn't start hurting when I ran. I think it bothered it, but there wasn't pain with each step like last year. Hopefully I didn't set myself back with this one. I thought it was really starting to heal.
My hamstrings are a whole other story. I hate them. While Don, Tori and I were throwing around before we started playing I tweaked my right hammy a little bit. It hurt the rest of the night. I tried not to run very hard or cut very much, which was a little frustrating. Netti Maxfield had a great game because of it! I hope I didn't do too much damage last night. I did ice, though, when I got home.
So the WBR is this weekend and I'm pretty excited. We keep finding replacement runners that in turn bail out on us. It's been a rocky road. Hopefully we'll find someone before tomorrow. Otherwise someone will have to run six legs instead of three. I contimplated it last night when I thought Karla still wasn't totally on board with the whole idea. She is now, so I guess I wont have to be running almost 30 miles -- thank goodness! I was willing to do it, though. I'm that hardcore.
~2 hours; Secret Wednesday; Bryant
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Surf's up!
So I think I need to move closer to the ocean. The surf is calling my name. After the Mud Run we all went surfing with my uncle and his friend, Mark Facer. We went to Doheny, which is a perfect beach for learning because the waves weren't too big.
David and Mark were pushing everyone else onto the waves, but I was paddling myself in. It was so much fun! I think I'm practically on my way to becoming a pro surfer. This experience was way better than my last attempt at surfing. I think it's because my uncle and Mark are way better teachers, and probably surfers, than that retarded guy was. I was actually catching waves! It was awesome and I think I'm addicted.
It's a lifetime's journey and you will never arrive. You will always be waiting for that perfect wave, and you will always be striving to be better. The journey is in moving forward; Imua, my friends.
~2 hrs; Doheny beach
David and Mark were pushing everyone else onto the waves, but I was paddling myself in. It was so much fun! I think I'm practically on my way to becoming a pro surfer. This experience was way better than my last attempt at surfing. I think it's because my uncle and Mark are way better teachers, and probably surfers, than that retarded guy was. I was actually catching waves! It was awesome and I think I'm addicted.
It's a lifetime's journey and you will never arrive. You will always be waiting for that perfect wave, and you will always be striving to be better. The journey is in moving forward; Imua, my friends.
~2 hrs; Doheny beach
Muddiest day of my life!
So I accomplished one of my life's goals yesterday. This race was three years coming. It was probably the funnest 10K I've ever done! Okay, so it might have been the only 10K I've ever actually done. But it was definately the muddiest race, no matter what distance!
It was more challenging than I expeced. Nobody told me about all the hills. They were long hills too. You'd think you had made it to the top, but then you would look around the corner and the hill keeps going. Good thing I was coming from altitude and I could turbo up the hills and pass all the people. That made me feel better about myself.
The obstacles and the mud were the funnest parts. We're talking river crossings, tunnel crawls, hay barrells, tires, 5-foot mud walls, and to top it all off a huge fat mud crawl! Most of the river crossings were quite small. Maybe only a foot deep. The last river crossing, however, was in a deep, faster moving river. There were ropes set up across the river to keep all the racers from drifting down stream. It was so deep it went up to about my shoulders. The bottom was very slippery mud. Some people didn't hold on to the ropes, they just practically swam instead. It was quite exciting.
I think this will be a yearly event for me. Next year I'm planning on doing it as a team.
6.2 miles, 67 minutes, The Camp Pendleton Mud Run
It was more challenging than I expeced. Nobody told me about all the hills. They were long hills too. You'd think you had made it to the top, but then you would look around the corner and the hill keeps going. Good thing I was coming from altitude and I could turbo up the hills and pass all the people. That made me feel better about myself.
The obstacles and the mud were the funnest parts. We're talking river crossings, tunnel crawls, hay barrells, tires, 5-foot mud walls, and to top it all off a huge fat mud crawl! Most of the river crossings were quite small. Maybe only a foot deep. The last river crossing, however, was in a deep, faster moving river. There were ropes set up across the river to keep all the racers from drifting down stream. It was so deep it went up to about my shoulders. The bottom was very slippery mud. Some people didn't hold on to the ropes, they just practically swam instead. It was quite exciting.
I think this will be a yearly event for me. Next year I'm planning on doing it as a team.
6.2 miles, 67 minutes, The Camp Pendleton Mud Run
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Yes, Secret Frisbee!!!
It was a lot of fun last night. Not a whole lot of people showed up--we played 4 on 3 pretty much the whole time. I still got some good running in. For the most part I wasn't gaurded to heavily so I could easily make some cuts to get open. I got to chase down a few discs. We played two games and that was just enough for me. Just as we were getting near the end of the second game my right hamstring started hurting and I could feel my IT Band was irritated. I iced last night for a bit. It wasn't bad, though, and I played for the most part without it bothering me. I love secret frisbee.
~2 hours of secret Wednesday night disc at Bryant -- Pure love.
~2 hours of secret Wednesday night disc at Bryant -- Pure love.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Late afternoon
I didn't go running yesterday or play frisbee. I was too busy breaking and entering in Provo. It was a great day to start my criminal life.
But I did go running today. I went right after work because I knew I wouldn't do it any other time since Luke's barbeque was tonight. I felt a little slow tonight. My right hamstring started bothering me part-way through the run. I did ice a little bit when I got home. Hopefully this thing will heal soon.
Today will probably be the last day I can run in the afternoon and not die. I got away with wearing running shorts and a long sleeved tee again. I will miss these cooler, rain-soaked days. They're the best for running in.
~5 miles; 8th east to 21st south
But I did go running today. I went right after work because I knew I wouldn't do it any other time since Luke's barbeque was tonight. I felt a little slow tonight. My right hamstring started bothering me part-way through the run. I did ice a little bit when I got home. Hopefully this thing will heal soon.
Today will probably be the last day I can run in the afternoon and not die. I got away with wearing running shorts and a long sleeved tee again. I will miss these cooler, rain-soaked days. They're the best for running in.
~5 miles; 8th east to 21st south
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Drafting etiquette
I'm a little worried about my hamstrings. I really need to take care of them because I have a big racing schedule the next two weeks. I don't need any chronic problems nagging me. So I decided to take it easy and do a little cross-training activity on Saturday instead of a long run. I got on my bike and road for a while.
It was a good ride. Nothing too exciting really. But it was good to be out there. I guess I felt pretty good. No major aches or pains. It was relatively flat, with only some minor hills and slight inclines. On my way back, this guy was drafting behind me. I thought it was kind of weird at first, but when we stopped at a stoplight he yelled up to me that he was only drafting--not some psycho or something. I was okay with it, of course. But then I got thinking, shouldn't he be the one drafting? He was obviously the stronger rider. He had the nice calves to prove it. So shouldn't I be the one benefitting? I guess not. And can you draft behind any random person? I don't know. It's okay, though, I need the extra work in my life.
~16 miles; 9th East to 60th South
It was a good ride. Nothing too exciting really. But it was good to be out there. I guess I felt pretty good. No major aches or pains. It was relatively flat, with only some minor hills and slight inclines. On my way back, this guy was drafting behind me. I thought it was kind of weird at first, but when we stopped at a stoplight he yelled up to me that he was only drafting--not some psycho or something. I was okay with it, of course. But then I got thinking, shouldn't he be the one drafting? He was obviously the stronger rider. He had the nice calves to prove it. So shouldn't I be the one benefitting? I guess not. And can you draft behind any random person? I don't know. It's okay, though, I need the extra work in my life.
~16 miles; 9th East to 60th South
Friday, June 03, 2005
Jordan River Parkway
My legs are still feeling the effects of Wednesday's run. My hamstrings hurt. I'm sure playing frisbee had a lot to do with it too. What really surprised me, though, is that it was my left hamstring that was bothering me today. It's usually my right.
So Natalie is back, but she's moving out tomorrow. Who am I going to go running with at ridiculous hours of the morning? We had our last run as eternal roommates today, well at least for a few months maybe. We went and ran the Jordan River Parkway. Four miles. It was good, though my hamstring hurt from step one, and then Nat's collar bone starting acting up again and she was feeling sick. I did go home and ice a bit, so hopefully whatever is going on with my stupid muscles will stop giving me so much grief in my life.
4 Miles; Jordan River Parkway Trail
So Natalie is back, but she's moving out tomorrow. Who am I going to go running with at ridiculous hours of the morning? We had our last run as eternal roommates today, well at least for a few months maybe. We went and ran the Jordan River Parkway. Four miles. It was good, though my hamstring hurt from step one, and then Nat's collar bone starting acting up again and she was feeling sick. I did go home and ice a bit, so hopefully whatever is going on with my stupid muscles will stop giving me so much grief in my life.
4 Miles; Jordan River Parkway Trail
Thursday, June 02, 2005
On the DL
We had our first secret Wednesday night frisbee extravaganza. It was a good turn-out. My legs were feeling a little beat after that 7 Mile run straight up a mountain, but I managed to dig down deep inside and run my guts out. I think it did them some good to stretch out a little. We played for almost two hours. All my favorite peeps were there. I love playing with Don and Christian, and Bob is pretty funny too. All my girls were there as well. I wish every night could be like Secret Wednesday night!
I invited Karla and Brian who invited this guy named Nick. I hope I haven't ruined things. If friends of friends start coming it will turn into Monday night chaos all over again.
~2 hours of disc at Bryant
I invited Karla and Brian who invited this guy named Nick. I hope I haven't ruined things. If friends of friends start coming it will turn into Monday night chaos all over again.
~2 hours of disc at Bryant
You want me to run up that?!?! Are you @!%&@!* kidding me?!
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I guess I'm stronger. Last night I ran with the Salt Lake City Running Club for the first time. They were a friendly group; A bunch of old guys retelling old marathon war stories. This happened to be one of their hardest runs.
We started at Little Dell Recreation Area and proceeded to Emigration Canyon. We climbed until we got to the pass. The first push was the hardest because I wasn't fully warmed up. Once we made the left turn onto Emigration Canyon Rd the climbing wasn't as bad, though it was still very steep. I cursed the idea of ever coming with Karla, but the thought of reaching the top kept me going. At least I was in a beautiful area.
The run down the mountain wasn't any better than the run up. The heart wasn't pounding so hard and I wasn't out of breath, it was the beating on the quads. At least I got down quicker than I ran up. At this point Karla and I were running with this guy who had come late and parked his car about a mile into the run. We got a ride back to our car because that slight uphill at the very end didn't sound too appealing. Besides, Karla had to be somewhere and I really didn't need an eight mile run that day. I felt good about what I did.
7 Miles; Emigration Canyon
We started at Little Dell Recreation Area and proceeded to Emigration Canyon. We climbed until we got to the pass. The first push was the hardest because I wasn't fully warmed up. Once we made the left turn onto Emigration Canyon Rd the climbing wasn't as bad, though it was still very steep. I cursed the idea of ever coming with Karla, but the thought of reaching the top kept me going. At least I was in a beautiful area.
The run down the mountain wasn't any better than the run up. The heart wasn't pounding so hard and I wasn't out of breath, it was the beating on the quads. At least I got down quicker than I ran up. At this point Karla and I were running with this guy who had come late and parked his car about a mile into the run. We got a ride back to our car because that slight uphill at the very end didn't sound too appealing. Besides, Karla had to be somewhere and I really didn't need an eight mile run that day. I felt good about what I did.
7 Miles; Emigration Canyon
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