Go, you chicken fat, go away!

These guys have been sitting on my shelf for a few weeks waiting for me to call their number.  Today they got their chance.

What a difference an extra mile makes.  I chuckled to myself when I remembered that I used to tell people that anything less than three miles was a waste of my time :)

I haven't been doing my breathing treatments on a regular basis like I should be and it showed today.  Ran a 10 min. pace and it felt labored.

Well, I missed another full week because of a lung infection.  Even this morning I was still hacking up yellow stuff.  But I decided to go anyway.  The 10 min. pace felt sustainable.

After I dropped my girls off at school, I drove up to South Mountain.  I haven't been there in forever, but it has the best hills, I think, for training for a Ragnar trail race.  The first mile and a quarter is on a dirt road.  Then you hit the trail.  The trail is much steeper and more technical.  I had to walk numerous times, even though I only went up three quarters of a mile.  I took some pictures at the top and ran back down.  On the way down I almost ran into a snake.  It wasn't a rattlesnake, but it scared the ladies that were on their way up.  I couldn't get a picture fast enough before it slithered away.  I also saw a turtle when I was driving out to the main road.  Some ladies were in the road making sure it got across safely.  It looked like a large red-eared slider, which are not native to hear.  It probably was once someone's pet and now lives in one of the ponds at the golf course.

Yesterday was the Adventure Run and I was hoping to get to run with a group last night, but I got stuck on ID checking instead.  But that's ok.  It's all about the free shoes.

My legs were still sore from South Mountain on Tuesday.  Other than that I felt relatively good.  I got to the turn around point and saw Rob Carlock.  Rob is the main boss of the zanjeros.  That was the first time I've seen him since I quit.  We had a good talk.  He reminded me about the time I lost my weir stick in the lateral pipe.  I ran a mile back down the canal and saw him again.  He complimented me on my pace (even though it was slightly over 10 min/mile.)
 

I wanted to drive out to Usery Pass this morning as soon as my girls left for school, but I got an email from a client that wanted to come by to have me sign something.  He said he would be by between 8:30am and 9am, so that put my plans on hold.  Later he emailed me and said it would be closer to 9:30am and hoped that would still be all right.  So, after he finally came I still drove out to Usery even though it was getting pretty warm.  Google said it was 81º.  So, it really wasn't too bad, but warm enough that a sheriff's vehicle pulled up alongside me and asked me if I had plenty of water.  I showed him my water bottle and told him I would be fine.  In between the heat, my back bothering me, and the sickness I've been getting over, I turned around after running 1.5 miles up 300 feet.  When I turned around the breeze was in my face and it felt good.  I felt good.  I contemplated turning around and running another half mile up, but I didn't.  And I never once thought about the runners on the Bostom Marathon course.  This run was all about me.

I drove up to Zion's Ponderosa Ranch Resort on Thursday with three of my teammates and one of their boyfriends.  We got there just in time to set up camp before it got too dark.  It was beautiful out and the stars were bright.  Night was cold, but I was prepared with my sleeping bag, an extra blanket, and two pillows.  My tent buddy, Ajit, brought an air mattress, and that was nice.  I was warm, but everyone else in the morning complained of freezing.

Our team captains, Marc and Marianna, stayed the night at a motel in Kanab.  They barely got there before the start of the race at 9:40am.  I checked our team in since they hadn't arrived yet.  About that time I saw a single grey cloud come over the mountain top.  My first thought was, "here it comes."  Marianna was our first runner and she arrived with just enough time to get her stuff out of the vehicles, put the bib on, and go to the starting line.  But the race started about 5 minutes late anyway.  I helped set up their tent and canopy.  Then I went over to watch her start.  She was at the back of the pack as they all ran by me.  Somehow she got lost out on the course.  We started getting worried after a while and we reported her to the race officials.  They sent someone to look for her and one of our guys ran the loop backward to see if he could find her.  He did as she eventually found her way back on course.  So, an hour and 45 minutes later, she had completed her 3.2 mile loop and the rest of us could run.

I was runner #6 which was the long loop, 7.8 miles.  By this time everyone of us had gotten rained on during our runs except for runner #5, Bao, who must've been awfully nice to Mother Nature.  The elevation is higher than what I'm used to running in, so it took about a half a mile to a mile before my lungs got acclimated.  The hills were steep in the first 2.5 miles, and I found myself hiking up the uphills and running the flats and downhills.  I felt relatively good until I reached the halfway point.  That's when I think the muscles in my legs were getting deprived of oxygen.  It was really hard to keep them moving.  I knew it was the elevation, and I hoped that it wouldn't be a problem in my next two legs because the distance was much shorter.  In fact, I would already have run over the half of my overall distance with this loop. 

About two miles into the run, I saw a runner off in the woods.  She hollered at us and asked us what loop we were on.  We were on red and she was on yellow.  Poor thing was lost.  I hope she found her way back.  I saw one guy cut the course I was running.  I don't know if he did it on purpose, but I yelled at him that he was going the wrong way.  I told him the course goes this way where I was going.  He turned around.  Then I realized the trail switched back around and would go right back to where he was, so I told him, "Never mind!  Go back to where you were!"  He only cut out about 100 feet and I quickly passed him.  I was surprised at the number of people I passed because I really wasn't running that fast.  But trail running is tough, and there were a lot of walkers.  The rain didn't bother me at all, but at about mile 3.5 it started to hail.  There were small pellets, but it made me say, "What the hail?!"  I'm glad they didn't get any bigger, and it only lasted for about a minute.  But still, that's 60 seconds worth of stinging hail.

I'm pretty sure I saw Jun at the race, but wasn't positive because he was wearing sunglasses.  I never approached him to ask because I'm sure he still thinks I'm a racist.  Anyway, after our last runner ran, it was Marianna's turn to run again.  Now she was doing the long loop and this is when the rain really started to come down.  She made it through, but they decided to stop the race for three hours and hope that it would let up.  They were going to let the next three runners on everyone's teams not have to run.  But the rain would only stop briefly, and then it was coming down again.  So they postponed it another 5 hours and were going to have everyone only run two legs.  I spent almost all the time in my tent.  I got a lot of sleep.  A lot!  Come morning, they opted to let the hardcore teams finish if they wanted to, but everyone else could call it a day and still collect their medals.  That's what my team decided to do.

It was kind of fun, but I won't do this one again.  Last year a similar weather front came through, but it snowed them out instead.  Either this race is cursed, or it's just bad timing and they need to move it to next month.  Very pretty area though.  And here is our team picture.  You like?

Usually when I run this slow, I feel nice and relaxed.  Today I felt like a slogger.  A sloggerknocker.  I felt real tight as I went through my regular pre-run stretch routine.  Guess I'm not fully recovered from Zion Ragnar.