Seems that everyone and their brother posted about past year's achievements and next year's goals. I am way overdue. But as I said, I was taking a break. Lets try and compile something today:)
Why today? Well, it started interesting. My older son Alex had been sick all week long - what I had been "watching" by checking on his MySpace page. I didn't call, didn't email. I simply watched. He makes his own choices, who am I to interfere? So I didn't. But - I knew, when and if he needs me, he will let me know. What he did, at 5am this morning. He hasn't slept in 2 nights due to a horrific cough, even with breaking superficial vessels in his throat and producing some bleeding, what finally scared him enough to ask for help. So, at 6am I was driving on the streets of Portland to pick him up from his friend's place where he spends his nights. He looked pretty bad, that's for sure. Mommy to the rescue. I called in my boss, took Alex home, had him showered, fed, given a bunch of medicine and put him to bed. He slept on and off, however much his coughing allowed him. By 2pm he seemed to get better, and also started getting phone calls from his friends. Priorities...he put his clothes back on and after thanking, hugging and "I love you"-ing a few times, left again. The job of a mother...wait, take care, and then let go...
This left me with 2 hrs before Stephen would come home from school, as it was late to go to work anyway. So I dressed up in running clothes and went to Tryon park. A place so close, yet I visit it so rarely lately. My running started picking up a bit, slowly, after that 30M of Purge and Splurge on New Year's eve, too slowly, but I can't complain. I have to make choices too. Choices of what is important to me right now, this moment. And some things shifted over the past year...
Today was 4 years as my nephew Michael died in a car accident. Today was also my 1 year as the divorce was final. My sister sees things as divine all the time - may be that's why Alex came today? To digest that no matter what he does, he has a place and a person who loves him and will take care of him?
Last year was great. It was difficult, it was challenging, but how many people do you know who'd say the year was easy? I have no regrets. I moved out, I trained, I told my son to leave the house, I raced, I started Massage School, I fell in love after deciding it won't ever happen for me again...it was a good year. I visited with friends, many of them, I co-directed a successful PCT 50 miler, and started to bring to life organizing a 100 miler in OR. I met new people, I saw new places. Grand Canyon was a trip that makes my heart warm and fuzzy, even if not completed both ways. I got my Waldo hat. I paced 2 people to their best performances of life. I ran Bighorn 100 all on my own, in a midst of struggles of life, and ran it awesomely well. Still absolutely astonished by this race. Nobody will be able to take it away from me. I trained for about first half of the year, and then mingled for another couple of months. And then got injured - worse than I ever was before. Got stopped on my tracks for a long period of time. Was edgy as we all get when can't run. Thought a lot about what it means to me - be able to get out on trails and move my body in sync with my mind. Realized no matter what, no matter how slow and pathetic - I love it. It was a good feeling.
Downtime also gave me time to think about other things in life. Things that are important - but not running. To assess who my friends are. You know what? Everyone still is:) No matter whether I am racing or sitting home, didn't change me - neither it did anything to the relationships I had. It was heartwarming like no other. It removed the fear. The fear that I have to do something constantly in order to be liked. It doesn't mean that I want to run well any less - but it is for me. At some point. May be not today...
Although today was a good run. Solid. Tryon park has small hills, but sharp, and all the time it's either up or down. I ran it all. I ran every step of my 7 mile route. Sometimes my climb uphill was so silly, I could have outwalked myself in a bliss. But I ran. Or whatever you call my maintaining running step over those surges.
Running is mental. No, really. Of course, some of us are more blessed with speed, and some train harder. But without mental part neither one of us can reach full capacity. I am slowly getting mine back.
Too slowly, of course, to my liking. I ended up with 44 miles last week, and will likely not break 40 for this one, as I have a full day class tomorrow, and catching a plane to Austin on Sunday at 5am. But that's ok. I can allow myself to be patient. I can allow myself to be accepted by myself. Just for this year. This year will be about allowing it be.
I can claim I am extremely busy and extremely emotionally overwhelmed with personal things I don't even want to begin to bother you with. But who isn't? It's not the scale by which we measure it, it's how each of us views those things for themselves. In 2005 I had same scale of challenges - and I ran my best. Running and racing was my focus. Today it's not. Which one is the right one? It doesn't matter right now what anybody thinks. What matters is what I think and believe in.
I am taking 2 night classes at school and a few electives. One class is "Communication and Ethics". While I can certainly benefit from Ethic part of it (who wants to walk in to massage office and hear: "Hi, honey. Drop your clothes and jump on the table."? That is if you are lucky. A couple of close friends got "get nakkid and lay down"), Communication is something I am really looking forward to. I always gravitated to Psychology, not to claim I am much good at it, but I try. Learning to listen better is something that can help in every aspect of my life.
Another class is Kinesiology. Why didn't they let me by-pass it from the start is a mystery, because I am bored out of my mind. Or jump with answers before the class even gets a chance to digest the question. So I talked to instructor and to school adviser, and we'll do some half-way challenge in a couple of months. Fun, fun...at least I know my 7 years in Medical School gave me an awesome foundation I will never forget. Good times, indeed...
Stephen is becoming a fine young man. I wish I didn't have to burden him so much with instilled frugality, but he is thoughtful and helpful as a 13 year old can be. Keeping busy in sports helps him see a clear path too. He definitely doesn't want to take one his brother chooses so far.
Registration for Hundred in the Hood is going full speed, and I haven't even announced it on the ultra-list. As of yesterday we had 25 applications, amazing. The website will be updated a bit next week, please be patient. Also, we are still waiting on a full Permit from Forest Services. We got a "nod" after the presentation and a "It won't have any problem" from their rep (while our request for PCT 50k on a different date was tuned down right away), so we consider it a "go". However, until I have a Paper Permit in my hands (and who knows how long bureaucracy will take on it) I will NOT release an email to the List and will not activate online registration. That said, I do encourage you to apply if you are so inclined, because, worst case scenario, we will return a full fee in refund since it's our doing. But we are totally optimistic. It will be great. I promise:)
Pier Park 6hr, however, is slow in getting runners, and so far we are in a ditch with money. Fees we payed are far outstanding fees we have from registrations. And that's even before food and drinks and race day stuff. We still have 3 weeks, lets hope somebody will want to run around for a bit of a long run.
I did a long run too. Last weekend I spent 17.5M on Wildwood. First half I shared with my trusted partner and best friend Gail. Second half Mike met with me and "brought me home". I never slowed down. Now, I was slow the whole way, but I never slowed down. That was a good sign. I also never felt bad and didn't hurt afterwards. So, somewhere deep down my body still remembers:)
I did get hurt at the gym on Monday though. What the hell did I do different? Besides last crazy month I missed my workouts for various reasons, I went there the whole time I was injured? But, never mind, it is gone and over now.
So, what about the Preview? I don't know what to tell you. I am registered for Hagg lake 50k, and I am doing an early start. This will be my first, and I surely hope my last for at least I reach another decade or two. But, honestly, this is where I am now. And I am ok with that. I had sent my application for Hardrock lottery, and now it's in the hands of Sister Luck. If I get in - it will surely spur me on into training seriously, as right now this is the only event I can think of that I want to do so badly, I will adapt all my daily schedules to get ready to at least finish. Finish before second sunset would be even better. If I am not on the lucky side - I have no clue. Nothing strikes my fancy enough to dream about it, so, comes February 2nd, send me your ideas. I plan to return to Zane Grey 50 in April to see Angie, have Larry defend demons of this course and simply enjoy it. I love this race. In May there is a new Pocatello 50 miler that seems like it will kick my butt big time, and we are up for it as well. Other than that - who knows. Lets live today, ok?
