Grey laundry

You know the drill. If you wash all your colors with the colors and the whites with the whites, then the colors stay bright and vibrant and the whites stay white. If you wash all your clothes together, they all approach grey.

I've been known to wash all clothes in the same laundry load (in tune with previous post, both to save water and energy consumption). While I can't say my whites turned grey, they surely don't look as fresh as when Larry sneaks in and does whites separately with bleach. At times I succumb to a good thinking, most likely I continue doing what I am accustomed to.

Fortunately for you, this post is not about my dirty laundry (which, with 2 runners in the house and one teenager skate-boarding every day, is aplenty - we are one stinky family!). The post is about running.

I've been running for just short of 9 years. Not much by any standards, but I guess more than some. I even heard being called a "grizzly" of ultrarunning, but I am guessing it is mainly due to sheer amount of ultras I packed in 7 years, not years of experience. I know some, and I am still learning a whole bunch - not only about running, ultras and such, but about myself in general. I hope this is a never-ending process, because only when we advance and keep the process going, do we live fully.

After training with NYC's coach Bob Glover and his group for my first marathon, I jumped into long distance - still training with fast track runners, while living in NY. Then I moved to Portland and got myself signed up with Scott Jurek, the Greatest Coach, really. With added benefits of real climbs and still following speed workouts, I got where I was probably pretty close to my potential - if I was only to reach out after it (read Ronda's post on how she, and inevitably I, fear to put full effort into races while doing workouts at serious level. In fact, I never remember myself finishing an ultra and collapsing, having nothing more to give. Well, may be at San Diego in 2005 I came pretty close, curling in a ball after being carried from the car to motel room, crying non-stop for the next hour in pain and exhaustion). 2006 was still not a bad year, at least first part of it, as I trained hard and put miles in. WS100 that year, as unfortunate as it went for me (and many many others), shadowed my determination. A few injuries followed. I went from seriously training, to seriously running, to just running (add on some personal struggles, and my determination was pretty low). Eventually, my runs had become "grey".

I did raise my head up to some level in the beginning of 2008 and benefited from it with good Bighorn. And went straight back to "sleeping beauty". My runs were shuffles at most, and walks often. I needed it back then. With Gail and Bushwhacker by my side, we walked, we talked, we pondered on life - and neither really trained. I guess I better take responsibility on that one for them too!

Things started turning for the better last September - with negligible amount of climbs around Austin I had to re-learn to run, continuously, and with no training partners, I had to manage not getting excuses to take walk breaks. It's been 6 months and the base is here...

So, back to laundry. "Same thing with working out. You have to run hard on the hard days and easy enough on the recovery days to be able to run hard again when it's time. You don't make progress by working hard. Your progress is made by recovering AFTER you've worked hard. Training is a series of breakdown and buildup of muscle, nerve, and physiological adaptations of each to work. You HAVE to break down in order to improve, but you also have to REBUILD. Many ultra runners just plain run too much. Training for an ultra is much more than "Run a lot today. Run more tomorrow. Run more the next day..." Recovery is as important as the work portion. As well, we'll incorporate some shorter and faster work. It isn't because 100 milers need to have good leg speed. You will never approach in a race the pace that we'll do some turnover workouts at, but it is important to maintain stride length and strength through a full range of motion (full stride length). Running long and slow or running uphill just makes your stride length decrease. Also, it is important on technical terrain to be able to "pick 'em up and put 'em down" quickly."

You guessed it, I got me a coach. I thought he'd add to my long runs a bunch of hill repeats, intervals, tempo runs - push me, man! But when I got his first schedule, I went furious. What am I, a beginner marathoner? You think I can't handle all of those things together? I did just that, for a few years...years ago, indeed. And what do I do with my weekends now???

I slept on it. He sent me a couple of long emails. I made up my mind. I am going to stick with it and trust him completely. What do I got to loose, anyway? As he said, I can likely finish any 50 or a 100 in my sleep, any day I lace up my shoes. The goal is to get to that finish line faster - and being able to push myself while still be comfortable, but also push myself beyond comfortable.

This is my new challenge. Run speed intervals (for the time being just that) twice a week, while forcing myself to rest in-between and shortening my weekend runs to something I am afraid to even look at the number (Larry may get ahead of me in total mileage after all!). And this is my first impressions: I am enjoying easy days! And I am so out of shape for the speed! Last time I did speedwork on somewhat consistent basis was 20 months ago. I practically died today at the middle 10 min repeat, looking at the watch every 20 sec after 5 min passed, praying to quit, in cold sweat and about to puke. Trust me, you don't want to know what my pace was either, because it is so-o-o disappointing! And - Hello, Hamstrings!!!

But I am not ashamed. Ashamed would be staying comfortable where I am, finishing another ultra, and another ultra...and not gaining anything from it. Been there, done that. It's time for a change. I am taking on a challenge. Another way to put it - train your weaknesses, not your strengths. I am a good power-walker, hiker for long steep uphills and a downhiller (well, that needs to be checked upon since I haven't done this part in 6 months). I always said I suck - with capital "S" - on flats, at discovering my fast-twitch fibers and on shallow inclines when I have to run with no breaks. So, what did I do? Picked races that were for my strengths and shied away from those where the weaknesses would be obvious. I'd like to see if that can be re-prioritized at my ripe age. I also want to go against fear - fear of failure, of high expectations, and fear of potential success. There might be no tomorrow, why wait and play it safe?

It doesn't mean next time I line up at the start (which is the following weekend), I am fired up to go. First of all, work has to be accumulated. Secondly, there are races, and there are training runs (local being the latter). Third, I am far from being ready not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. But I am excited to work.

So, who is the lucky guy who gets to hear me fume this year without picking words? (ask Jurek, I think he was petrified every time we had phone conversation). Howard Nippert. Poor thing. Lucky me. He didn't know what he agreed on. But so far this week I followed everything to a "t". And may be, just may be, I'll wash whites today separately, and add some bleach to it too:)

And for a fun part - Gordy emailed me the other day with pictures from the award ceremony of last year's WS100. Ain't we looking swell? If all goes as planned, Larry and I are planning to spectate the big show again this year after a week in backcountry of Lassen Volcano National.

Frugal musings

Well, as I ran this morning, I thought about more of a running name for the post. Still on par of a bit on a negative side though. I felt sluggish, bored, flat, not excited, not motivated, achy in hamstrings and glutes, tired, annoyed at drizzling rain and poor choice of music on my iPod...you name it, it wasn't even mind over matter, more like will power over mind and body. I had all the excuses, including that it is simply too early to jump into full training week (with some attempt of both hill repeats one day and speed intervals on another) and then go for a long run - all 2 weeks after a 100 miler. Fitness long gone...there was a time it wasn't a problem at all. I made it, I even ran each loop faster than one before, although it felt like I was shuffling dead...

But another thought process bugged my mind on top of running motivation struggle. My son goes to his friend's house almost every week, and he calls this guy's mom a "cool mom". They have a huge house, mom shuttles around neighborhood picking up various friends of her son, takes them out for lunch, then they all go to the park to skate, then she feeds them a million of pizza's and sodas, while they stay at the house playing video games. Cool mom indeed. I don't have a house at all, our apartment would hardly fit 2 of extra friends for a bit - and that would mean we have to go elsewhere to not be in the way, my car would also fit may be 2 of those friends for a pick-up ride, and I am a complete non-believer in fast food. Period. I am not a cool mom.

Nor am I a cool step-mom. I don't take boys to eat out, I send them to movies with Larry once a month, and always struggle when they demand soda for $5 at the theater. I don't buy extreme amount of toys and games and clothes, or snacks, don't have seasonal tickets to any game, and in general, run from 5am to 11am, and then drive to work for a couple of hours on the weekend, as well as go to school.

How do you raise kids these days? I am sure those of us who are older can bring up the memory of being independent, not spoiled, self-contained, and playing outside far more than inside. Generation, technology and so on...are all excuses, and I am aware of some happy families that claim that they out-bid the society. I wonder though. Did they really? What do their kids think when they go to school and hang out with friends who do all those kinds of things, have all those kinds of stuff and don't feel "deprived" by new standards? Even if they (kids) never bring it up to discussion?

Not only it is generation, it is cultural too. These are the values I have grown up with, and now, at 40, I can't simply break them and turn to abundance of crap because that's what happening here. I truly believe in those values. Not only for financial reasons (which are important, with the salary of a lab tech working in academic science hardly above double of a minimum wage), but for the moral reasons (it's not the things or the outside that is true), and for the "save the Universe" (waste generation is something I feel rather strongly against, I turn power off, don't use dryer or a dishwasher, and reuse every bag/paper I can, even at work, so it's not personal savings).

I have my financial vice. I run races. I can make excuse that half of them are local, what means negligible gas spending, free car sleeping, a sandwich for the road, and the entry is free (thank you Team Traverse for inviting me as a consultant!!!). I am also blessed with having some type of sponsorship since my entrance into ultrarunning scene, thus clothes, shoes and often running foods are either free or subsidized. So, yes, I fly to 100M races. And pay the registration fees. I save on everything else for myself - for that. And it is like having a psychologist for my mental state. I bet it is not more expensive and keeps me sane.

So, what's the say around from those who have kids? Do you fight for what you believe in, and how does it feel loosing the fight simply because you are likely in minority? How do you survive in society while still being true to your own core values? And how do you keep a bond with your kids prosper, trying to teach them what they will REALLY meet once they enter adulthood and stop being spoiled by their folks?

Dancing on the roots

I really should have been writing as soon as I am home. The zest goes away rather fast, and I am starring at this screen trying to find the beginning. What did my previous post name mean? You might have heard Rocky is considered to be the "easy" 100 miler. My take is - there is no easy 100M. It might be not mountains, mild weather, full support, and even faster finish time - but it ain't easy. 100 miles is a long way to go...

On Monday Larry and I hit our usual yoga class. We've been at it since New Year, and I was still taking it easy until now, holding back, since I haven't practiced regularly for over a year. Monday I felt great - and did poses fully, to the point of becoming a "demo". It gave me pleasure, to feel my body responding still.

On Wednesday I had my class in massage school. I got lucky to be a "demo" for the instructor for 30 minutes, and then after I worked on a girl for an hour, she worked on me for an hour as well, both she and an instructor focusing on my back (that happened to have a huge tight band along the spine from that yoga twisting) and my glutes and legs in general. I think between the start of the class and the end of it my double-seized "don't touch me" behind relaxed to where they could push in - and I wouldn't wince. It was wonderful...

We had kids that weekend. I mean, Stephen is always here, but Harrison comes every other weekend, so Larry was to take care of them. They all agreed to come and watch me suffer:) After the drive we settled in a room and fell asleep around 11pm - later than I would have wished for, but the hotel was 10 minutes away. I slept ok, but I felt nervous. 7 years, 68 ultras, 13 100's later - and I still get nervous...it just never goes away.

It's a quiet nervous though. I just don't say much. I sit in a chair, wondering what possesses me to do such things. Suddenly, I have no answers. It was nippy cold, may be 35F and kind of wet air. My feet went numb. We only woke up Harrison, leaving Stephen sleeping in a room (Larry to come back and get him after the start), and he, too, was rather quiet. I did chat with a few folks while getting my number and a bib, and while I could muster excitement, and then crashed. I am like that - I go in bursts. Happy-chatty - and then hiding from the world. 10 minutes to the start. Time to take extra clothes off...

We take stride at Joe's "10, 7, 3...go", and I am right next to Dan Brenden. Yet again, as at Bandera, I take in this fact as a good sign. Dan is awesome. I want to be like him when I grow up. He cherishes memories of my cute leg's turnover at Sand Diego 100 in 2005. What's not to love about our relationship? I think of him - and his wife, how he will finish, and how he will pick her up 50 yards before crossing the line and carry her across. This is one of the most heartfelt moments you'll ever see at any race. He does it every single time...

We funnel into a single track, and have no fear - while single-track, it is rather on a wide side, and there is enough space to get by if needed. Interestingly, I am behind a large group and the next large group of runners pretty far behind. I basically run alone, with 344 starters in a 100. I kind of like it. Allows me to settle in - I am not wearing my headphones yet, and I am finding my stride, and my breath. It's still dark, and the first 2 miles are all flat as a pancake. I wonder when should I take a walk break, and the small hill comes right under my feet - so I walk. Before we know it - first aid station.

You'd think I'll look into aid stations names and distances, but for some reason I don't bother, yet again. I know they are close. This first one is manned by Team Traverse, and I hear my name shouted numerous times. It feels nice, I feel great, and we roll along. More inclines follows, and I am relieved - I haven't run non-mountain 100 since, well, my first one in April of 2004, at Umstead, and I don't know how to run continuously. I was afraid I'd blow my race - but the hills and inclines are nicely spaced out and dictate the walk breaks for me, what is much better then timed breaks - and I'd never do them by time, I don't like looking at my watch that much. It's becomes lighter, and before we know it - we are at the Dam Road AS, and Lynn Ballard and John Sharp yell out "Watch out for Olga, everybody duck!". I give them hugs and kisses. I feel like home. It's a nice feeling indeed...

We leave, and I chat with a guy I call "Virginia" for a while - until he says his name is Phil, and it's his first 100. A few more folks join conversation. We chat away, as the course gently rolls on this 6 mile loop, with the middle point timed by 2 volunteers (to make sure 100 milers don't take a cut-off trail designed for 50 milers). Another man jumps into talking, we power away together - and he is Larry from PA, a long time follower of my blog. We share laughs, stories and races. He runs every step, what kind of screws my intention for walks as I try not to loose him - because it seems he enjoys the company and waits for me if I take a walking step. But I am still having fun - we run a bit along the lake's shore and all 5 of us who are together holler for the echo. The echo is loud, and it makes us giggly and giddy. We turn and see 50 milers who started an hour later, and just in general so many people - tailing 100 milers, front 100 milers on second loop. Crowds of folks, everybody cheering each other loudly.

Back to Dam Road AS, I pick up Phil (VA) again, and tell him to walk, never be afraid of walking early and before he feels the need for it. Respect the distance. Be patient. It will pay off. We run. We walk. We talk. Like Larry (PA) said - who came up with the idea of calling your blog this way? Talk less? What a joke, if you know me! Yeah, I know. Run more is appropriate though, isn't it?

Another AS, and I am lost with miles ran and how many left. We see Liza H., Jamie D. and Connie G. one after another within a minute, and I yell to each of them - Liza and Jamie respond, Connie looks surprised. More front runners coming, more cheering. This course is fun! I am certain we have another AS and the 3 miles after that, so my estimated 4:15 for the loop looks perfectly fine, until I see a road on the side and realize I am coming to an end of the loop #1. Holly cow! When Larry asked me about predictions (so he can nap and then collect kids, feed them breakfast and come back to see me in time), I told him 3:50. His response - you better not. I know, I said, this is the best case scenario I could ever run 20 miles. Well, I make loop 1 in 3:42. Did I screw it up? And how in the world did I run it so fast for me? Larry is not around (no wonder), and I dig into my drop bag. Tomato juice down, gels replaced, windbreaker left behind - Larry jumps in front of me. Baby, sorry, I didn't mean to be fast! I want to linger, but he pushes me out. I already spent there over 5 min. OK, gotta go, I guess...

Loop 2 went same way, besides the fact that my gut was wrenching bad. I should get used to it. I should finally come to conclusion - I can't drink any calories, only water. Am I getting old? When I started, I could do Ensure. Then I couldn't handle it, but was fine with Perpetium. Then it was Clip2. Then HEED. Now - nothing. Nothing at all. How am I supposed to run long distances if all I can do are gels and water, for God's sake??? I am mad, and I am hurting. My lower intestines need relief, which is not in sight quite yet. At Dam Road it happens, and feels a bit better. My friends laugh - true Olga style, real ultrarunner. Sorry, folks. Happens to the best of us.

Back on that 6 mile rolls, I stride and smile - the trail is so soft, it reminds me of PNW. Really, it is not nearly as rooty as we were threatened about! Perfect trails! No roots, just soft dirt and pine needles! As soon as the thought finished - my foot picks a root and I go face plant a few feet down the trail. Thank God it's soft! I laugh, I truly do. Respect the trails, don't jinx them! They will bite you, and you should know better than that! I start looking down and see lots of them, roots. Funny how they suddenly popped. Ok, I promise, I will pay attention...

I pick up Naresh at the timing tent (mid-6M loop) and now we chat away again. Share stories. Give advice. Good ol' times. Gotta love these first 40 miles - life is wonderful, and even though the hamstrings and glutes behind to feel tight, there is still enough sparks to be simply happy. At least with Naresh I take my breaks on every incline, and the loop 2 comes to end - in 4:05 (I don't have a timer, I just note the clock arms, so pardon any errors). Much better. And still much faster than I expected. May be Larry was right, and I should shoot for 22 hrs. If my gut permits...

Larry is there, at the turn-around, ready with my drop bag. I get my tomato juice and gel replacement, but no HEED anymore. One more loop with no jacket and no light, that's the agenda. Time to go.

Loop 3 goes about same as loop 2. More people, but we all are getting quieter, less chatty, more focused. The work has begun. We are grinding and a little bit of grunting. We still cheer each other, but not in so many words. I spend a lot of time with my OR friend Steve Peterson, and he claims that now all we have to do is walk the next 2 loops to make sub-24. I am careful with my estimates - easy for him to say, his legs grow from his neck level. "Don't count chicken until the eggs hatched" - we say 'don't say "hop" until you jump over'. My stomach still bothersome, but is getting better. My feet, though, are feeling weird. What is wrong? No, it's not blisters - by the way, I had none, as in "zero", despite going through some muddy parts through without avoiding (after 2 days of rain in TX), Drymax socks do their job perfectly. I am wearing Fireblades, and they did a great job at Bandera. It's a different pair, but still...what is wrong? My feet feel bruised under, on the edges. I am bewildered, and hurt. I practice my conversation with Larry at the end of the loop:
- How are you feeling, baby?
- You want a dirty laundry list, or just simply that I am hurt in so many places?

But Larry knows better than asking me this question. I make loop 3 in 4:20 (or so), and I am so focused on this "conversation", I forget about what actually hurts the most! I get in at 6:20pm, and glad I didn't have to pull my headlamp out (which I always carry with me anyway) - it was a small goal. While Larry replaces my gels and feeds me another can of tomato juice, I see Stephen and tell him (somebody has to listen to me whine!) - "I am very hurting, sweetie". He looks at me and says nothing. It's not like he comes to this things often, or knows how to respond. His mom is crazy, and kind of invincible - why would she complain? So I give them kisses and leave, hobbling. Not 10 minutes out I realize what I forgot - to change my shoes!!!!

That was a huge mistake. While I am still unaware of "why", I know things are wrong, and I pray Larry, for some weird reason, comes to Team Traverse AS with my extra shoes. He doesn't. I can't even walk anymore, as I enter the tent in tears. "Please, what size you gals wear?". Weird looks, but finally 3 of them - Paula, Meredith T. (2nd place 50M) and Melanie F. (1st place 50M) admit to have same size. Ladies, please, can I have your insoles? Somehow subconsciously I figure it out - Montrail's HARD insoles don't work with narrow no-support Fireblades. Actually, I never wore those insoles for more than 30 miles (and for 30 miles anything goes - how are we supposed to learn ahead of time what would work for us??), and come to think about it, don't even know how they ended up in these shoes. Me and the insoles...wasn't Hardrock enough of a lesson???

Mel pulls her insoles out, Mer holds me while I, sobbing, exchange. It feels like heaven, but the damage is done. I hobble away, wondering if I can still make sub-24...damn it, damn me, damn shoes! Can I hobble and still make sub-24? I haven't done it in 4.5 years, since SD100 2005, mountain races and my general slowness as the cause. This is my only chance, and it's slipping away...

It's dark now, and getting cold quickly. May be it's because I am not running anymore, my body can't maintain the temperature. I am trying to power walk, putting all the effort into widening the steps and springing into next one. I calculate fuzzily: I can do 5.5 hrs on loop 4 and 6 hrs on loop 5 and be ok. I just need to not back off. I need focus. Full focus.

Turn-around again, 5 hrs on the dot for loop #4, Larry with a drop bag. He did stop at Team Traverse AS, but after I passed - and heard my story. I demand my shoes. I also demand a new battery for my headlamp, because with these roots growing bigger every hour (I swear!) fading flashlight is not an option. He finds batteries from someone and replaces them while I am changing my shoes. OK, one more to go. I wonder if I should ask him to come with me. I know he can't - he's got kids in a tent. I also know I don't want him - I am afraid I'll start whining and crying and waste energy and time. So I silently get up and limp away.

My legs feel great. My stomach feels awesome. My energy is high, I am light and wide awake - if not my feet. Wallowing between pity and anger, putting feet down rather gingerly, I step off - and twist my left ankle. No!!! The pain shoots up, and I close my eyes for a moment. This is not happening, not now, not to me...I hobble on, again, into TT AS, and ask for drugs. They supply me with Vit I. Praying I see Lynn Ballard at Dam Road, I try very hard to not get discouraged. What else can possibly happen to me, on this "easy" 100 miler??

He is there. Thank God! Lynn, duct tape? Yes, oh, man, you are true ultrarunner, carrying it in your bag! I tape it all around my left ankle, and set out on the 6M loop. Not a mile into it - I twist my right ankle. Jesus Christ! Is it ever going to end?? I calculate and re-calculate my times again and again. Push, don't give up. By the time I am back at Dam Road, I have 8 miles and 3 hrs to break 24. Lynn laughs - you should know better than that, twisting your ankles in a race! I swear, hoping nobody will feel offended. Not fair! I am trained, my legs are great, and all I can do is not even power-walk, but hobble! I tape my right ankle, and now not sure where to put the weight as I walk. Left or right? Outside of the foot or inside? Nothing seems to work. However, last AS is reached in the same time as the loop before. these folks have soup poured in cups and cut avocado - I wolf it down, thank them as best providers and tell them I am happy to never see them again - not today anyway.

Last 4.5 miles. I am not sure that's the mileage (it is), but this is what I figured from my times. 4.5 miles and 2 hrs. I can do it. The minute I thought this motto - a Marathon Maniac Claude catches up with me. You can do it! I tell him to go ahead - 23:45 sounds like a great plan for me, and I am ok with it.

Am I, really? Am I ever satisfied with simply be ok? Suddenly the sleep comes over me. It always does at 4am, and since all my latest 100's took me far longer than 24 hrs, I am used to 5 minute naps. Can I afford a nap now? I pass people, even though I simply walk, but I wobble so much, I am scared to fall off one of those wooden bridges sleep-walking. Can I afford NOT to take a nap? I sit down on a log, turn off my lamps and close my eyes. It's cold, and those I passed come by in a mere minute - Are you alright? Yeah, thanks, just needed a shut-eye. Well, here goes my nap. I get up, but even a minute with eyes closed helped. I feel energized. I look at my watch, estimate less that 3 miles left, and set out after another goal. yes, I do. 23 hrs seems doable. I want it. I want it badly enough to start running. I run it all, every step of the way, up, down the roots, flats, bridges, mud, dark and all. It is my last chance, I am aware of it, and I am not giving up. I know my watch is 2 or 3 minutes ahead, but have no clue exactly how much, so I simply run all out, turning last corner and seeing the straight line to the finish. Sprint, full out. Larry's flashlight of a camera, 5:25 for last loop, Joe and Joyce, a clock - and it says "22:55". I had done it. I am extremely proud of myself.

Joe gives best hugs. He holds me tightly, and I wonder why I am not crying. I pictured myself bursting into tears, from pain, from uncertainty, from happiness. But I smile and point at my duct-taped ankles. He and Joyce had heard the story by now. And they know me too well to be amused or amazed. They simply believed I would do it, the way I did it. I am thinking I should get mad for a minute - common, guys, aren't you proud of me? Joe handles me my buckle, and then later brings a big slab of rock carved as a state of Texas. I had done The Trilogy - Texas trilogy, 3x100, 262M in a season, Cactus Rose 100M, Bandera 100k, Rocky Raccoon 100M. Somewhere along the way at Cactus Rose I decided it would be a good idea of submerging myself into my new place of living. I don't know why. For a slab of rock...totally worth it:)
Larry helps me change into dry warm clothes and un-do my duct tape. I look at my ankles with disbelief. I actually thought I am imagining the pain. I guess I wasn't. They are red and swollen. A pitiful nap in a car for an hour - and we are on our way home. Thank God it's a local race...

I woke up at 3am next morning, in pain, to find my right ankle bone lost in a swollen red mass. My left, though, looks and feels much better. Now, 2 days later, it is obviously there is no serious damage, and I am greatly relieved. I am limping, and can't touch it, and the outside edge of right foot has a bruise on the bone, but it looks better. I guess I should be grateful for the induced break from running after finishing a 100.

Self-sabotage or self-distraction? This question boggled my mind as I ran through the day and the night. I don't know what to call it. I truly don't know why we do it. It's a test. To me - it is not a physical test. It's a test of will. Resolve. Focus. Determination. Perseverance. It's a prove - I can do anything if I set my mind to it. I can get through any disaster and come on the other side. And because I loose this confidence, I need to prove it to myself again and again...

Results
Official photos to come, #186

p.s. On a different note, my name wasn't drawn to Hardrock lottery, what means Tahoe Rim 100 for me this July. I am going to miss San Juans. But may be it's for the best. I can't afford to spend even a week there this year with my miserly 2 weeks vacation at new job - and still be able to have a vacation with the family. Larry and I are planning a backpacking trip instead. Ideas welcome - we have such a wide selection, we are a little fuzzed out:) Anybody's been to Glacier National Park? How are the trails there in the end of June?

The diffirent kind of difficult.

So far Texas trail races gave me a stress fracture in my tail bone and two rolled ankles.


Bottom line? 22:55! Eat that, Texas! Report to follow:)