j-lyn's corner

Tried to do a tempo run at Dimple Dell. TRIED.

Kept the pace uncomfortable. Not as fast as a real tempo run on less tired legs, but close.

Oh, and I went all awol on a poor teenage girl with a leashless huge dog that tried to eat me. First time I've ever reprimanded someone for their dog. I think I'm just going to start spraying aggressive dogs. If your dog regularly tries to bite people, put the darn thing on a leash. 

Ran with Neasts on the BST starting at Big Willow. Where's Big Willow you ask? Ask a climber. Look at a guide book. C'mon runners, it's a whole freakin' canyon full or beautiful granite with some of the best THE BEST sport routes in the valley. It's ludicrous that runners who know every inch of the BST and still don't ever take a step up that canyon.

Anyways, lovely run. Except when I stepped on the trail, scratched up behind my leg and got all bruisey. We ate, I tried not to die trying to keep up with Neasts on the hills, I got some quality spousal advice, etc. Shins were flaring but not awful. 

When I got a late night text that people were bailing from the steeple chase route, I figured, what the heck, I still have one running/carpool partner, let's see if anyone shows up. Just when I'm ready to spend a boring morning running the BST, Twinkies pulls up and says he actually knows where we're going. Sah-weet! That was the only good part of the morning.

As soon as I stepped out of the car I realized it was going to be a lot colder than anyone had planned for- We were all in long sleeves and there was a 20mph wind blowing and biting. I borrowed Jacob's vest, threw on some gloves, and we started. My legs were dead from the first run down to the trailhead from the capitol to the BST. I knew that was trouble if I was hurting so much on a slight road down hill. We proceeded to tag the twins (me trying to not climb too quickly to save some juice). I think we summited at 1:06, so not terribly slow. Coming off the first twin we see MVH with no headlamp or water. Maybe he should be M-WTH? haha. Right on for him. He tags the twins too and then catches us. Once we got on the big slog to summit (last 2 miles up?) the boys were power hiking at a pace I just couldn't come close too. My quads were screaming and I just felt trashed. I felt worse than I did at the Zion Traverse, and pretty comparable to my first 50. This is at mile 7 of a 20 mile run, and I felt like I had already run 50... Last week was still in my legs, as were the jump squats the day before.

So I felt bad watching the boys stop and huddle into their shirts (in the blowing snow...) like little turtles waiting for me. But I just had nothing to give. We got up little black, tried to go down the other side, I got cut up through the scrub oak, there was snow, blah blah blah we went back the way we came and for once in my life I didn't want to push the downhills, I was happy to just stay in line and take them slow.

Then Jacob and I ran 4.5 more. Then my sunglasses ripped out my nose piercing (which I got fixed) then my fam had a bunch of stuff and (other than a quick shower) I didn't get home til 4pm, then we went to Chuck E Cheeses at 5pm.... what a day!

Final thought: Just cuz someone has a nickname based on a disgusting processed food product it doesn't not mean they're slow, and likely it means the exact opposite.... 

Ran with Jim in yellow fork. How pleasant- no dogs, bikers, or other people. We went slow, talked trash, he gave me 100mile advice, I gave him nutritional advice. I stopped at the turn around and grabbed a bunch of trash to run out until my arms were full. (I had a couple boxes of recyclables in my car to add to). So Jim felt bad and started to pick some up too. Then when we were done he hurried off to go buy green juice. I think I'm being a bad influence on him lol.

Then I hurried to pick Ben up from a meeting place and we went to IronMan 3 with my coworker. Fun. 

recovery. realllllyyyyy didn't want to.

Well, it all started when we were looking for a trail turn-off we didn't find. Okay, the boys didn't find, I was convinced it was the clearly marked turn-off we passed...

But somehow, several hours later, we're near the base of the crags in Lone Peak Cirque deciding it's a good idea to ski/downclimb/bush-whack a short-cut to the trail that they're 90% certain is down there.

Several hours later with raw legs, we find said trail. Then we winced the rest of the day everytime we passed through overgrown trails.

10+ hours, 30ish miles (we don't know, everyones watches died), and over 9000 vert.

The good news is that with going so slow and bushwhacking the first 6 hours recovery time was minimal. I strained a gluteus something or other, which pulls on my ITB and SI and give me occasional shooting pains, but neither of those two things are injured. I had my gluteus massaged a few times. I may love my job, but I wonder about my poor co-workers...