j-lyn's corner

Had a great time planning the Zion's traverse trip. And eating as much guacomole as I wanted. Do I at all doubt that my knee will be ready for 50 again in 3 weeks? H-E-Double-hockey-sticks-NO. I just ran 39.3 miles on a wobbly sore knee, that had just 3 weeks of recovery time. In double that it'll be fine. I really think it'll be just dandy in another week or two. I'm done babying it.

In other news, I decided to run at Liberty Park on the mulch trail. Ok, my body decided. I didn't really want to run. I've been having all these weird aches and moans and my body just keeps feeling like I need a good run to get them all out. So as I pull out to the park, I have severe pain on my right leg above my ankle. Screamin pain. WTF??! I decide to run anyways. For about the first 1/2 mile, the ankle screamed and I was convinced I was an idiot but I was desperate for warm muscles. It settled down, knee felt sore and wobbly, but not really painful. By the last 0.25 miles my body felt done.

I thought I was going SO SLOW (I'm thinking 12 min miles) but I look at much watch, and it was just under 27 min for the 3 miles (and I stopped for water.) So apparently my body isn't as wasted as I thought it was. 

Took my lunch break to Dimple Dell. If you want to visit Dimple Dell during daylight hours you need to have a dog. I don't. I'm so not cool.

But I blasted Nelly and ran along, listening to me knee and shin jibber jabber to each other and all the other random pains (glutes, hips, ankles, etc) randomly scream for a half second as they sorted it out. I need a few more runs for everything to "fall back into place." Again, I went in thinking a recover run, but averaged an 8:50 pace through snow and mud. I think my body is just excited to move or something... 

Today I started up the PT again. Hooray for the 1 1/2 hour of stretching and cross training. My MT told me my IT band was tight again and she showed me how to strip it at home with a tennis ball. What a painfully dull way to spend the evening. 

Kids @ dimple dell again. JM stood me up (ok, his Dad was in the hospital) and my kids conned me into taking them mountain biking. I'm not too hard to convince. Fish startled a rattle snake and had a panic attack. Kid can bike pretty fast while screaming at the top of his lungs.

Did a tempo @ Dimple Dell, 5 miles 38:30.

It made me want to vomit. 

10 with Jacob @ Dimple Dell. I managed to convince us we were lost. Not so. Whew.

Ran R Mountain in the 'Burg (Idaho) with the love of my life.

He hasn't run in months.

After 5 miles, he put 1/2 mile between me and him and a 0.75 mile climb.

I debated my love for him.

I returned the favor on the way down. He had flimsy old Merrell pace gloves on, which sucked on the volcanic rock. He didn't stand a chance. I had La Sportiva UltraRaptors.

It was fun to get out with him. I tried to convince him on my birthday to summit Grandeur with me on the dark, snowy, post-holing trail. He opted to take me to the movie theater.

I want to see what he could do in a ultra. He would just have to:

1. stop thinking that 6-10 miles per week counts as "strict training" for an ultra distance that ruins his climbing life

2. not race me. I don't want to get my trash kicked by someone who never runs.